Eugene register-guard. (Eugene, Or.) 1930-1983, June 13, 1939, Image 9

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Newspaper Page TextTHE REGISTER-GUARD, EUGENE, OREGON KLSTORY BY JANET DORAN eOYlHT. NIA IIRVICI. INC. rHAPTER II HV. weather-brownel Stow his brown "2.12 he figured on the ' j w old envelope. Watctt " irii felt a curious ma iiing her heart. l?ff, , .0 seriously, he ' 1 that arithmeUc was fJZ to hapiness. While K .nv lirl could tell you it kS?. do with real hap- fei vou'll save on your KiTM be a big start, k5.riH. after studying of his arithmetic sober fd . nothing. She didn't wmftitit was no saving, be nnrchased the suit fe reason than this. And .M for yet! L, fee rent and upkeep fetaent, Bart," Ms vol- Li T faintly. He looked up at M"v , a "Whatever rent si jnnncu ---- - , ay' will be a saving." " j .,(in at nomc, vu of good home ' cooking," t,aded fervently. "Coma to L, nf it, we ve own oa" - P . .... .a Innir hnnpv. K way I figure it, we'll be . j u.iwff married. No ki, aneau, ui"t tiricri restaurant meals, no Ction, only one place to keep - i.IUbi. sg Tirol 1 " ad Ming rVI j ' iviu' UKe me uui. ,u u rind then, oa" wmo, u. p out with the professor of btl history! ji paspea ner sieimci nm strong fingers and pulled toml c ose. ne saia uuiiiuur, to be happy, I don't U jou ever to have to worry tirrimp and do without the Cihw wives do. It's because fcve you so, Iris, that I've been ki Afraid it would be selfish L io ask you to marry me, (winj the hard road we'd have tod." fifwu love me," Iris whispered fey. With a smothered endear- fcl be crusnea ner io mm. htir. dearest dear," he whls- Ul unsteadily. "You know that. Ltaow I love you, I'm half lit with loving you. . . . Iris, 7 vait any longer? Why not mimea now we can nave tamson after scnooi closes, Eire have our vacations. Now ..we've waited too long as it dear." Of course," Iris agreed prac- hjj. Hadn't she known the suit Wd do this? After trying every. til else and failing, an $80 powder blue wool gabardine suit brought about the miracle. That, and a comfortable lounge chair, a smoking stand, and a good tup. per. It just proved how sound those old-fashioned notions were! "And you won't mind waiting till summer for our honeymoon, dear?" Bart urged tenderly. Against the rough wool of his coat, Iris shook her head. Mind? She'd a hundred times rather wait until summer lor a honeymoon. By then, she'd have to have new summer clothes; by then she'd have Bart persuaded out of his queer obsession against clothes money expenditure. It was just a matter of time. They were ten minutes laie io the movie, and had to stay over be cause, as Iris said, she didn't care about newsreels, or comedies, but she did love Myrna Loy. "She has the best clothes sense of any star in Hollywood, Bart," Iris explained, "nobody else can touch her." "Goqd sound sense, too" Bart agreed, still in the roseate glow of a man newly engaged, newly pledged to marry within five days, if the law approved their license application. "Wears plain duds. Suits like that one you've got on, honey. Plain little things that don't cost much." Iris was glad of the friendly darkness of the theater as they sat down. Not that Bart would guess how much her suit cost, or any of her clothes for that matter, from her face. Only well, she was glad it was dark in the theater. Some catty woman might smile sarcastically, and warn Bart; someone might titter, after looking at the obviously expen sively tailored suit. In the days that followed, Iris was beset with a hundred issues. She had to buy new lingerie, new pajamas and a chenille robe, and mules. She had to have another blouse, and some pumps and a hat. And she had to insist gently but firmly on gardenias, instead of the violets Bart wanted to give her to wear to the wedding. "Violets make your eyes so beautiful," he pleaded with a rare burst of eloquence for him, "and tuey re in season now, honey." "But all my life I've wanted gardenias for my wedding, Bart! I ... I know it's silly, and they're probably horribly expensive, but a girl doesn't have but one wed ding to a lifetime, and it's just this once. You , . . you can get me FLAPPER FANNY By Sylvia. COM. IIKIVNU MVKC. (NO. T, M. MO. U. t. FAT. OW-- T fonna rewrite it entirely. I didn't know anything about- we when I started my novel last summer. SIDE GLANCES i ' fjS 1111 tV Ml umm a V u Mr. fl 1 Mf erf. p ""eluding our equipment, license and gasoline, this fish has cost you approximately $85 ! LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE r the violets to wear on my suit later after the wedding if you want I'll wear them to dinner. and you'll love them just as much." He gulped and tried not to show the dent this made in his careful budget Gardenias were bad enough, but gardenias and violets too! "You must remember a small gift for your best man, too, Bart" she reminded him, "Some nice studs, or a cigaret box, or something." I never thought of that Iris." Reproachfully as if it were quite her fault instead of being a cus tom she merely reminded him of. I'll get them, Bart; you quit worrying," Iris admonished him. "No! I'll get them." "Darling," she said in tender re proach, "not letting it get you down this early?. Think what I've to worry over." "It's just that I was so sure I'd figured everything," he explained. They were married at 4 o'clock on a Saturday afternoon, before a few friends and the dean, while the dean's wife wept sentimental ly all through the solemn little ceremony in the gray stone church at the end of Sorority Row. And instead of returning home to the little apartment they had pre pared, hastily, out of Iris's rooms, and an additional room, adjoining, plus the furnishings Bart brought from his rooms, there was the wedding supper at the Tivoli. Bart was tired from a rushed hectic day at the shop, and if he thought, fleetingly, of the cozy Saturday night suppers of steak, French fried potatoes, salad and shortcake, or baked beans and fix ings that was their usual Satur day night feast, he said nothing. This was his wedding day, his and Iris's. And whatevere Iris wanted, he wanted her to have. At the supper, Johnny Kevlln, his best man, and a reporter on a small daily paper 40 miles from Linwood, had a cocktail too many and grew maudlin over Iris. "Best pal I ever had. Iris, darlin'," he admonished her owl ishly, "but a devil with the women." Iris was startled. Of all the faults she knew men to possess, this was one she hadn't found in Bart. He seemed peculiarly im mune to lovely damsels, and turned disinterested eyes to their Best efforts to snag nis interest. . . nother thing, Johnny con tinued solemnly, "never waste a penny in Bart's sight Makes him ill. Can't bear to see money wast ed. Noble virtue and all that but blight on romance." Bart wasn't listening to any of this. As she studied her new hus band, the length of the table away, talking seriously with Dean Som- ers on the business outlook at the moment Iris realized that Johnny had spoken a fear that was buried deep in her subconscious mind. That was why she never let him know how much she paid for any thing, or how much she spent, or what she did with her money! It was the secret reason for a dozen little reticences that had sprung up between them over the months they had known each other. Se crets she was determined ha should never know. "Don't look so scared, bride," Johnny continued cheerfully, "though you're as lovely as Red Riding Hood, I'm no wolf. I was just charting your course for a happy sail over the seas or matri mony. It's the first year that counts, Iris. On It, you lay the foundation of your future, be it happiness or misery." "Johnny, don't!" sne said sharp ly, and when Bart looked ud. startled, and gave her a question ing look she managed a set little smile and passed it off gracefully. "He was teasing me about something that is sacred," she said to Bart, not realizing that she laid the first paving stone with that small fib. That out of that small lie were to crow a thousand more, a mighty network of them, choking off their happiness, destroying their faith, their trust ana love, mat By its very elibness. that first small lie betrayed her complete unwilling ness ever to let Bart Know now completely apart were their lines of thought. (To Be continued) NOTT EVENTS' NOTI, June 12. (Special) Mrs. C. D. Mathews and daughter, Florence Mae, are spending sev eral weeks with relatives at ixis Aneeles and other points in Cali fornia. While on the trip they ex pect to attend tne aan I ranciico World's fair. Mr. and Mrs. George Drinkwa- ter had as their guests last week Iheir brother and sister-in-law, Mr. and Mrs. Ed Drinkwater, and their sister, Mrs. Clara Purse, and Miss Mary Beaty, all from Detroit, Michigan. DORENA NEWS DORENA, June 12. (Special) Mr. and Mrs. Carl Schalten- brand of Sherwood spent the week-end at the Casey Haynes home. Mrs. Schaltenbrand is Mr. Wavnmi' inter. A large crowd attended the pie social and party given by the Townsend club. Another party is planned for the near future. Earl Cooper has left for Moa mouth to attend summer school. . COBURQ ITEMS - COBURG, June 12 (Special) Clifford Harrison went to Port land recently to attend the Rose Festival. George Eller, of Klamath Falls, la visiting with his grandmother, Mn. M. C. Eller, and his uncle and aunt, Mr. and Mrs. Walter E. Drury nri family. Mr. and Mrs. L. L. Gooding, of Milton-Freewater, are visiting with their son-in-law and daughter, Mr, and Mrs. Harold Green, PfcTROLUNQ THE OUTPOSTS EACH HOUR IS (X SENSELESS BUSINESS BUT IT IS (MEL'S ORDERS BAHt NO ENEMY COULD APPROACH WITHIN F1V6 HUNDRED MILES WJ,V.-,Vf . look! a giant! S IT MAN OR 7 THERE ARE TEN Of OS CHARGE DO NOT LET HIM ESCAPE' Shot in the Dork By HAROLD GRAY AH? COME FRIENDS- 6EE? I AWAIT YOU faj3r?Yl hark! ashotl1 . lS-pb& ONE Of MY STUPID MaiarfSa -..-St sentries frkhtemcd SplSSftSO!;! BY THE SHADOW OF - AHD YET . id POPEYE Now Showinr "Keep your Mind a Blank, Wimpy!" Tomorrow "A BOY IN LOVE." By E. C. SEGAR THEHARPIES ARE m JM (I AM MOST DISCOMSOLMB. I I l fMV DEAR, 'Sk I H AV WEARING YCT THREATENIM- TO MAKE. 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Cjat 0 BSTTEW WIGM'S .SWfcfcT lJ WASH TUBBS The Shock Was Too Great By CRANE f C0U6SATULATE ME, WAWE 60V. tT W0BK60! 1" j I THAT LtTTte DAB O PLOWIN' COVIVIMCEO MlLLV-i f mO AVS IM lAZV? WHV, I LIKES to work I LOVES nl- Ay Bt' 1 NOW THAT VOU'RE BACK CM TH FARM, (AAIAA W0I4T MEED WE AWV WOSE. SLOWS. . WW. THE OLD CABL1W&! I KAoi l IDEA HE WAS SO ATTACICDi: , TO TH BOV. ( 9 mw Xs bif IRIMIUSAIO VO jn 600DBV. HE fe TO TH BOV, i ' " ALLEY OOP But If He Could Read By V. T. HAMLIN 1 EWELLAUBt lS&ggS'tsi tHM-f NOT BAD AROONP THIS RIVERyx DONT I V.,,TT HUH: ufi,LY' yMmWA r m VO&aOHW.l 'i-cS W- M HOW IN H6CIJW Jg FIND MY WAY BACK) WHERE I tfJWJUW WHV ' I WkJ1 SfifcSS U VV3U9i J OUR BOARDING HOUSE - - with - MAJOR HOOPLE WATER, EOAP THE VEWfSAPOF LIPEaLVIW, PIDYOU EVER PAUSE TO REFLECT WHAT AN UNDERESTIMATED BLE5S1KK3 IT IS ? CNce DURIWQ AN ARCHAEOLOGICAL SAFARI IN TWS GOBI PESERT, WEHAOTD MARCH 69 MILES A PAY FOR DAYS ONE PROP OF THIS PRICELESS FLUID WAS MORS PRECIOUS UPON OUR PARCHED TONOUES than frosted ale ER,KaJF-aPF.' t MEAN WECTAR OH.UNCLB AW03,THAT REMINDS ME HCW ABOUT THAT WKB YOU PROMISED TO TAKE ME ON? IKNOW A JUICY WALK WB COULD TAKE TO FARLEY'S FALLS ITS CWL.Y tlVC UlLERTMRalAUlME-WnoriS' OUST THE THIWa YOU'VE. BEEW BLEATINa T3 THAT BOY FOR WOWTHS ABOUT TAKING HIM FOR A HIKE AND WOW'S YOUR CHANCB TO MAKE OOOO TOMORROW WILL BE A FINB PAY TOR IT- THE FORECAST IS FAIR AND WARMER h THAN FROSTED ALE--FAIR AND WARMER' I l n ER,KaJf-aPf t V r -r L M utBtC" SINISTSTUFP5 V5' OUT OUR WAY By WILLIAMS r 7 ml lnt nULIl I -1 II 1 I IB U.--. 1 PONT GET TH' KICK OUTA HrTTIN SO MANY HOME RUNS AS YOU'D THINK IN FACK, IT MAKES ME FEEL KIND OP SORRY PER SLIM, WHO WAS MAKIN' SUCH A REP AS A PITCHER AM I'M RUININ' IT PER HIM- OOK SO PATHETIC LISTEN! UNTIL ALL OR MOST ALL PEOPLE F6SL TH' WAY YOU DO, YOU . JUST SLAM OUT ALU TWS HOME RUNS VOU CAN.' WHEN PEOPLE QUIT TRYING TO BEAT THE OTHER GUV IN SPORTS. THEY MAY STOP POIN6 IT IN BUSINESS! SO UNTIL THEN, WHV