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January 13, 1939 THE REGISTER. GUARD, EUGENE. OREGON - SERIAL STORY SKI'S THE LIMIT BY ADELAIDE HUMPHRIES COPYRIGHT, US) NBA BCRVICC. INC. CHAPTER XVI c.llv-5 resolution to tell Dan SU .....u .hot same eve- V f met with postpone art opportunity, for which C had hoped, did not present it- Ifter their swim the crowd J- l oeople. that included !V:0U"h Dan? decided to motor fa ro dhouse that was known big-name orchestra and ' nus shore dinners. Ke vou and Sally come llSTe'; c6rey suggested to Dan Ttl .any other arrangement. K d be agreed upon. 'There's ft taking more cars than are No need lor Sally to hers all that way. Pudge sardine the rest of the gang Un his big old sedan." f?I don't mind driving," Sal y I .? she had looked forward to E drive with Dan. But that &d m-n at Corey, who had "date" for the evening, would fcomtedTmsout. "It's nice I Mm to ask us," Dan said of Ley Dan felt a bit sorry for fc. old fraternity brother He that Corey had thought was "is g-1. If Dan had him out. so to speak, during Summer it had been all above board For instance Corey had fevited Sally for this evening, but fjust happened that Dan had U lucky enough to ask her first. lAt least, in his honest implicity, hat was the way Dan had fig ted matters out. Had anyone Led Sally she could have given entirely different explanation. Is a matter of fact Dan had not Wd her first. But she had town that he would ask her and B she told Corey that she was torry but she could not go with Hm. Sally did not mean to do ir.vthing not "aboveboard," either, hit she felt that all was fair in love, as in war. She did not want to go with Corey. She had wanted fc go with Dan. jBut now it seemed that she was Srith both of them! jOh, well, she told herself, Squeezed in between the two young men, her dark curls, still damp from the water, flying around her bee, the wind blowing them in tiotous confusion as Corey's open, few-slung roadster took the wide highway with incredible speed, (he would manage an opportunity fc be with Dan, so that she could rve her talk with him, later. "Isn't this fun?" she called tbove the roar of the powerful motor. They would get to their destination long before Pudge's old car made It. It could not be too soon for Sally. She could do justice to that shore dinner, her appetite whetted from her swim. "It's fun all right," Dan's grave eyes smiled down into hers. "But it's not very safe. Aren't you afraid of getting a ticket?" He raised his voice so that Corey could hear this last. Corey shook his blond head. He laughed shortly. "If I did, I'd fix it or least my old man would," he said. Corey still believed that there was nothing that money could not fix. Or his own subtle wits. He was intent, even as he drove, the speedometer soaring periously close to 80, on planning a course of action. The fact that it looked as though he almost had lost Sally only made Corey more determined than ever that he was going to win her. "You re not afraid, are you?" Sally teased, her bright glance meeting Dan's grave one again. She loved the wind in her hair, fanning her cheeks. She loved the sense of excitement. She had not quite got all that out of her blood, even though she thought she had chfinged so much for Dan. Dan said, "No, I'm not afraid." There was a difference between fear and common sense. But if Sally and Corey enjoyed this wild speed Dan was willing to share it. He had got to the place, at last, where he could share the things that Sally and her friends did. The place where he felt that he fitted in their bright play world. Oh, yes, Dan had changed. He had adapted himself as' best he could. He had made himself over, to some extent. Though inwardly he always would remain the same person, with the same ideals that he had always had. Sally had told him once that he could belong to her world. She had said she would make it "right" for him to belong. But Dan had done that by himself. At least he thought he had come a long enough way that now maybe to night, if the opportunity presented itself he could tell Sally some thing that he had not dared tell her before. He told himself that he would be content to share her world with her, if Sally would let him. The world that once he had thought he despised and would not want to belong in. He would give up FLAPPER FANNY By Sylvia "They wanta surrender. Tho general's sister just put a plate of candy out to cool. SIDE GLANCES " IV-M lib h uri ru.-F u tf. It T AT I y , ' ' .5'" " ' ThVe alread' sent three to your side of the family. oe Beil cuJl we cut off should go to my mother." his old ambitions ana dreams. Perhaps he would never again set out to conquer mountains. Per haps making the Olympics, be coming the King of Skis once more did not really compare to belonging with Sally. He had told Sally once that he would not always be content to be friends. That when he had licked certain things he would have something more than friend ship to ask of her. He believed he had licked them. He believed Sally could give what he wanted most out of life to him. For he believed in Sally Blair now. - This Dan was thinking, as they approached a curve in the road. Corey took his foot off the accel erator, rounded the curve with a whining singing of tires, the wind humming in their ears. Then Dan leaned across Sally, pressing her against the leather seat, putting his own hands on the steering wheel to give it a strong wrench that sent the low roadster heading straight for a narrow ditch. "What the devil . . . "Corey protested, righting the wheel again just in time to keep them from going off the road. But even as he voiced his angry protest his face drained white. A huge dark shadow had passed them, grazing the rear end of the roadster with a sickening screech. If Dan had not grabbed the wheel then there would have been a smashing head on with trugic consequences. Corey slowed down, as soon as he was able, pulled up to a stop. The big truck, apparently una ware that it had hit them, con tinued on its way. None of them spoke for a long moment. A moment during which speech was impossible. Corey frankly took out his pocket kerchief to mop his per spiring forehead. Then Sally said quietly, though a bit shakily, "You were right again as usual, Dan. We would have been killed if it had not been for you." Once again Dan had saved her life. Once again, as Corey recognized grimly, Dan had played the hero. Had outsmarted him. Perhaps that was what made Corey decide to carry out the plans he hud been busy formulat ing. Perhaps he was not so much to blame for what he was to do. After all it was pretty hard, not only to have another man steal your girl, but to make you look like a fool before her. That was a bit more than Corey Porter could take. "Sally's right," Corey said. "We certainly owe you a lot, Dan. I'll make it up to you some way." He opened the door to get out to see what damage had been done. The rear bumper was bent, the gaso line tank dripping. "I'm afraid we'd better turn around and go back," Corey said "I think the gas will hold out to that last town. We'll pass Pudge and the gang en route. You can go on with them, Sally, while Dan gives me a lift with this bus that is, of course, if those arrangements check with you two?" That was not exactly the way Sally would have liked it, but if Dan agreed she would abide by his decision. After all there was no telling how badly Corey's car was damaged. They could not leave him without assistance. "Of course that's okey with us," Dan said. He preferred, after such an experience, to have Sally go the rest of the way with a safer and saner driver. "We can join the others later. That is, if that's all right with you Sally' It certainly is all right with me, Corey though grimly; his blue eyes lighting with smug satisfac tion. This would give him plenty of time to say what he had to say to Dan Reynolds. (To Be Continued) 3 Stories in Paving a Real Road Of American Peace WHATEVER are the lasting re suits of the Pan-American conference at Lima, Peru, a 14,-SOO-mile ribbon of peace is al ready under construction to link the Americas. This is the great international highway which will some day stretch from Canada to the Argentine. The Fifth International Confer ence of American States, meeting in 1S23 at Santiago, Chile, first laid definite plans for the road. Today it is a reality in portions ot 14 countries. When it is fin ished It will be the world's long est road. Already motorists are using the 800-mlle stretch from Laredo, Tex., to Mexico City, one of the most beautiful pieces of highway In the world. In two years the remaining 560 miles from Mexico City to Panama City are sched uled to be completed. Some 800 of the 1930 miles through Canada have been in use several years. (t is the jungles of the Central American countries that present the biggest problem. Only por tions of these are now passable, but within a few years the routes that are now merely surveyors' lines on a map will be stream lined highways. Once in South America, the motorist will find good roads most of the way. It is likely that cars may be ferried from Panama to Venezuela If one part of the Jungle proves too haz ardous for road building. So i dream of many years Is being realized and observers plate great stress on the Importance of mis nignway as a giant link In 1 American tolidar- Ity. Shown here 4 - w on current mcx- ico stamp li a portion of the f road view near " Mexico City. LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE Trouble Shooter Bv HAROLD GRAYf STAMPS I J i mm rnM-r I TPII VOU If BALONEY 1 1 HUH' YUH ' V 1 WHY, VOU 5 fNO.VOU DON'T- HIKE. 'FORE "Y f YEAH '. BUMS IN THESE IsH! 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