THE 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
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ad Ming rVI j '
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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.
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we when I started my novel last summer.
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""eluding our equipment, license and gasoline, this fish
has cost you approximately $85 !
LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE
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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,
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WHO WAS MAKIN' SUCH
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MOST ALL PEOPLE F6SL
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WHEN PEOPLE QUIT
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