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
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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
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on current mcx-
ico stamp li a
portion of the
f road view near
" Mexico City.
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