CHATrER XX
' Jrk thought came to Joe
l"Ze inevitably. It
W .i.arer and clearer. It
L.oIten "" .. ..-1
to
(JJ. 1933-
THE REGISTER-GUARD, EUGENE. OREGON
ThlS JtBf1k by
1 ?I WILLIAM
J00 Murray corcoran
rvriaht, by WHiam Corcoran; NEA Sjrvict, ne.
Abided with him. unbld-1(".L..-
ith him a long
It haa o"
,j l.. cur unrecoff-
1 juaucui -..,
these rankling
! were alive They
.h.v never could be,
rWand peace-becausethey
& The other, th. . h.M-
Siionlesa and dead and un-
F2": !'. . .tnrvine man, who
Kr the days of his strength
j his pw-
. -i Hpien ne yearned for
,u the past. Helen
f & gone Into limitless time:
t her had not died, but
r
Wv not of the earth, she
r . j -ii nacdnn' she was
she was a vision.
a vision he dreamed with
but It was lerry u u-
&aUon' rushed upon him,
Csmic.lt was Terry he want-
kial worrying. "vSBo -
& Terry, with her dainty fine
b spinning aiwajr .......
tar who would conceivably ride
with him blandly and
U md walk on the highways
Keep in the fields of a nation,
fjbe ask her. So long as they
,rt!edtogetner. -
the starker a thought for
L darity of its conclusion, which
hut back to tne very pegmnms.
was Terry ne waniea, yes, dui
m Terrv he had lost. It was
Ly he had failed, and Terry
ho had been lorn irom ms nanus.
I kid not failed himself; he had
tt been able to keep her, losing
k to forces far beyond his hum-
Lmmmand. But to realize that
had possessed this and lost u
and that it was this and noth-
V ilse in the world that he
Cited ... it was stark, stark and
iaan must face it forever!
"IL him: he would always
T i wmmher her in
net anu ......
H went a little berserk. He had
Bnnant of money, a few meager
dollars from the tiny fund sent him
by the Murrays. He put the money
in an envelope and mailed it back
to mem, saying he was gone again,
not to worry, he'd keep coin and
come out right side up he had to
keep going, and he could not come
nome.
He felt this interval of lineerine
Dependence to De a shame on him
a recollection that must be wiDed
out. tie had his manhood. He knew
the ways of the road. He could
make his way, wantins; nothing
from any man. He'd come right
siae up. mere would be wnrk.
There would be need of more auto
mobile bodies sometime, some
where; there would be work and
forgetfulness. Work and forget
fulness. Not peace! He rebelled at peace,
shattering the seductive visions.
There was no peace not in life.
Life goes on, a fight and a strug
gle always, and the greatest tor
ment, the greatest loss, is to be
out of the struggle, out of the
stream of it.
Neither life nor love have peace
in them, though they both have
surpassing beauty: the beauty of
change, the beauty of growth, the
beauty of a continuity, inscrutable
and unending.
And this was Joe's groping
avowal. He who had been out of
the stream of it, out of the run
ning ... he was plunging back.
This man, Joe Murray.
Joe Murray went foraging. When
he found what he wanted, he
brought it home to the hotel with
him: a piece of cast-off leathers
light and fairly pliable. It was
treasure trove. He borrowed a
pocket knife from the hotelman at
the desk and went to work in his
room.
He took off his shoes; they were
in no state for the road, with holes
large as quarters in the soles. He
cut a piece of paper to a pattern
and trimmed it till it slid inside one
of the shoes easily and neatly.
Then he laid the pattern on the
strip of leather and hacked out a
most practical inner sole.
He was at work on the other
shoe when there came a knock on
the door. He had occasional visits
from room neighbors; he called an
invitation to come right in. The
FLAPPER FANNY
By Sylvia
-COPR. If St BV NU SCRVICC. WC T. h. inn. v. rr. Of f.-
$en! Your mother's calling you, Chuck."
hurry. Wait till she starts calling 'Charles Junior.
SIDE GLANCES
vun r N i.J
door opened, and he glanced up.
Slowly, numbly, he droDoed the
shoe, the leather, the knife.
"Terry!"
She came into the room, closing
the door behind her. She was look
ing at him with the big brown
eyes . . . looking at him. She was
thin; there were big circles under
the eyes; her shoulders drooped
beneath a cheap red coat
"Joe," she said, and stopped.
He looked scared, looked like a
man who does not know what to
do. Sshe did it for him. She walked
to him and sat down on his lap.
sliding her rms around his neck
and laying her head on his shoul
der.
"Terry," he said. "God . .'
Terry!" His voice would not func
tion. He did not know what was
happening to him, what was rack
ing him.
She knew. She said, "Joe "
once, and suddenly began to cry.
weakly, surrendering wholly. And
he cried with her, because he
couldn't help it. He was weak. He
was unmanned.
It was some time before they
were calm, with a kind of exhaust
tion. Slowly they got around to
looking at each other, to letting go
each of the other even to that ex
tent. In the eyes of each of them
there was a pain and a pity at
what they saw. They were so thin,
both of them, so older, so different
from other days.
"lerry," said Joe huskily, "you
floored me that time. You clipped
me one. Right on the button.
"I'm glad," she told him. "I'm
glad to know that I could."
"How did you get here?"
"I came in an airplane."
"Airplane?" bewildered.
"I flew all the way. I haven'
slept in almost two whole days
We flew all last night, I couldn'
I sleep anyway, coming to you."
That costs money, Terry!"
"I know it. So I got it"
"How did you get it?"
"Stole it."
He was utterly silenced by that,
She looked weary and said, "Oh,
what does it matter, darling?
got here. I was afraid you'd be
gone. Your mother told me. My
father had a lot of money he won
betting the races and I stole it
My own mother gave him more
long ago than I'll ever see. I've
wai.ed months. If I knew where
you were I'd have crawled there.
If anybody could have told me,
I'd have paid them a million dol
lars." "Terry . . . but why? I'm broke.
I'm in trouble. I haven't earned a
dollar in too long to remember."
"What does all that matter?"
she cried fiercely, exultantly.
"You're alive, I'm alive. We can
be alive together. I only want to
be dead if I'm away from you. I
don t care if we starve we can
starve together. I don't care what
happens if it happens to us to
gether."
He bowed his head. He was
blinded by a light; he was full of
an awareness. He buried his face
on her soft shoulder, out of sight.
He was remembering . . her small
and intense persistence, her hold
ing on like grim death with her
small insinuating hands when she
wanted something badly, very
badly.
"Why, Terry?" he insisted.
"Because I love you, darling."
He was silent, holding her.
She added, "And because you
love me."
There it was. It was so!
And Joe said, "What are we
going to do, baby?"
And Terry told him, "Anything
you say! We can do anything. Any
thing . . ."
And they sat there together.
And nothing mattered. Nothing.
What could matter now? They
could do anything. They could go
home. They could go anywhere
over a nation, mey couia una
shelter in a field, love in the stars,
strength In the wind. They could
find work. They could live. They
could do anything. Life was going
They were together. They were
in love.
That is what this story Is about
It is about love.
And that is where I come to an
end. But the story does not The
story goes on, with c Terry andl
a Joe, and then another Joe, ana
beyond and beyond, another .
forever.
LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE
Elementary. My Dear Annie
By HAROLD GRAY
(THS END)
"y y there isn't any such thing as married bliss
out we've been married nearly three weeks y
LADIES AID MEETS
WALTERVILLE, June 20.
fSrwrian The Walterville Latfes
aid society met recently all day for
the regular meeting for the week.
RivtAon were present for the cov.
rfich dinner served at twelve
o'clock. A flower garaen quiu
which is in the frames was worked
and considerable work ac
complished. Ladies for the day
..-. Mrs. Clvde Glenn, Mrs,
Frank Page. Mrs. George Willian,
Mn Anna Stacy. Mrs. O. L. Stacy
Laurel Edith Willian, Dorothy
Sloan, Mrs. John Sloan, Mrs. Ro
man Beck, Mrs. William Hucka,
Mrs. D. E. Benson, Mrs. Clarence
DTtr Mn. Will Knox. Mrs. Les
ter MilUcan. Children were Norma
Lou Wiest Carol Lee Wiest, Lou
ise Knox and Robert Knox.
VAMF.S OMITTED
CRESWELL, June 20. (Spe
cial) In the recent obituary or
Mrs Emma Elizabeth Gorman who
died at Rose Lodge with services
here at the Schwering chapel the
names of the following relatives
were omit tea: momer, r. auun
Walker: brother, Tom Funk, of
Black Butte, and two tifteri ilv.
tag near Portland.
The grave of Publius Nonius
Zethus. ancient Roman baker, had
a basket a flour mill, a sifter and
various containers and bailing
raolds carved on his tomb.
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