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fcuwy 13, 1M0 THE REGISTER-GUARD, EUGENE, OREGON SERIAL STORY BLACKOUT gY RUTH AYERS eemwHT, .rvrrn XVI c"?, looking at Mary Fred up his lew things , gathered up ,acej I P"1 .on "'I.- was impo- fcttd nm Unnd she could not move fefwant him to go like P.. thought wildly, not un Lfdor "ring what made I "I1 'J. took her chill ones. k"ften, will you?" f loundo"1" dear votce made & write." She looked up ties 1U , ,, i-n him in what'hant ,7,?,. The Paralyzed face words so halting ihe the could never say it. SX"he said steadily. "I ffran the first you were a Ser. . I know it now." , trirf to smile. Some of the .hnm in her face seemed to 5 Her "yes spoke for her as shook his hand. Talk every day. Drink milk, nourishing food-lots of it. . , dutiful patient, Mary r. into this rouUne. She was ,, building toward a definite j and everything she did in ril new strength was a step rard it. When Dr- O'Connell t.A mm France, she must 5n uerfect condition to undergo treatment u ,...t,..- Iieaiurea. t,.. that was done, she would Vincent and all the past could Hotted out. UilDen ienox was t k.T.afatnr nnd she bore his L. n,it chp was as impatient tt him from this bond, as he '.d be to be free of it She I... hn4 hem nitv nothing Je that had persuaded him to (fc her. Letter for you, Ma'm." jt was Mrs. Simmons, the land b. She held out an official look ienvelope. Oh, thanks this is, this must from my husband." It was the t time Mary had said the word it sounded queer in ner ears, from Oiltaert. It. was ely an official communication Sn the war ministry with a tck enclosed Gilbert's pay Kck. Ihe stout British landlady was ft very much in evidence after Mary had read the form letter. "Is everything all right at the front with the doctor?" Mrs. Sim mons asked. "Oh, yes, qulto all right.' Mary's voice was listless. Mrs. Simmons waa not entirely satisfied. She pretended to polish furiously at the tiles on the hearth as she went on, "I have said many times, I have indeed, that a finer gentleman never lived than Or. Lenox, American or not." "That's very kind of you." "And if I may say so. you're looking much better yourself these days. Not so peaked. Mind, that terrible shipwrecking of the Mo ravia by the submarine, would be enough to mane a uoay iook peaked for the rest of their lives.' When she had gone, Mary Car roll stared at the check. So cold, so impersonal. There had been no letter yet from Gilbert instead, this reminder that he was doing his duty toward her. The spirit of independence that had driven her once to fight for a chance to earn her living as a fashion designer that had made her a perfectly independent young person in Paris rose again with in her. "I won't take his money," she stammered, half aloud. "I won't. If he'd written if he'd made some gesture to show he was not acting out of pity for me, I might have accepted it But not now." The lodgings were paid for until spring. Some of the money Gil bert had given her before their wedding, still remained. Her needs had been small. With her disfigured face, Mary Carroll might not be able to find a Job but perhaps she could still earn enough through her drawing so she would not have to touch Gilbert's checks. Resolutely, she went out to buy drawing paper, pencils, and charcoal. Millions of words had been written about London in wartime. Newspapers and periodicals had been filled with cartoons and drawings of the grim side of Lon don s blackouts and evacuations. In her daily walks, something in Mary Carroll's alert 'American eyes had seen something eles. A lighter, whimsical touch. Fashions had gone military. White helmets, white walking sticks, white gas masks boxes had been designed to show up clearly in the darkened city. Perhaps she could catch some of this lighter vein, some of FLAPPER FANNY Bysyiv.. ' Noo've got problems! Try figuring how I can pay December I m January with my March allowance that I don't get until February.". SIDE GLANCES I - 'li-wiua ijn. this striving to laugh at war In her drawings. When her first group of sketch es was finished Mary was thrilled with anticipation. They were not perfect but she had a feeling they caught an atmosphere and a spirit. She packed them carefully and sent them, a few at a time, to some of the London shops, with notes asking if they might be ex hibited. The response was swift and heartening. Letters began arriv ing, asking for prices and giving her orders. Days flew as she worked. Life began to shape anew. When the time came, if ever, she could go back to Vincent without being under a penny of financial obli gation to Dr. Lenox. She hadn't yet touched one of his medical corps checks. What hurt most, of course, was that Gilbert hadn't written. She tried to forget it under the rush of creative work. One day she had a visitor. There was a knock on her door and opening it, Mary saw Lady Ponce-Townsend. "How do you do," she managed to stammer. "Come in." Lady Ponce-Townsend, Mary recalled, was the British dowager who'd outfitted the refugees from the Moravia and who had been so i active in war relief work. Lady Ponce-Townsend smiled a harassed, toothy smile. "My dear, I've just heard of your marriage to Dr. Gilbert Lenox. Congratu lations. But why haven't you let me know about your sketches? They're utterly stunning." "Why, I had no idea you would be interested." "Interested!" Lady Ponce. Townsend fairly boomed. "If you have no objections I want to ex- tiibit them in my Mayfair home. You will let me, of course!" (To Be Continued) LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE Bigman, What Now? Jj COMMANDER Flights made by Britain's aviators along the western front are under the direction of Air Vice-Marshal Patrick Henry L. Playfair (above), comman der of the Royal Air Force in France. He's seen "somewhere at the front." Stories in STAMPS f UNITED STATES POSTAGE m i... i , CHOWN above Is the design of the new U. S. stamps of the authors group of the Famous Americans series, to be released in January and February. Wil liam A. Roach designed this first group of five in the 35 of the series. Pictured in the oval is Ralph Waldo Emerson, essayist, philoso pher and poet. The Emerson 3-cent value will be placed on first-day sale at Boston, Mass., on Feb. 5. Descendant of a long line of ministers, Emerson began his study for the ministry soon after his graduation from Harvard. He became pastor of a Unitarian church in Boston, -resigned after nine years in the ministry for conscientious reasons. After the death of his wife, in 1832, he went.to Europe, became the friend of many noted men of letters. 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