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r IS, 19 THE REGISTER-GUARD, EUGENE, OREGON rSALSTORY THE CAPTAIN'S DAUGHTER BY HELEN WORDEN , SSWJglSitf rtf APTER XVI upset him. After FMltte search he still ri.ri frantic . K had told him that even rvBMtsnau dldn,t Kned'' Kay Thayer & remarked W ? added. I" i mouh I saw her R'rhaver looked at him ex fefrlWW after this news lUy' . k her f0r a date, KHtood there, in Var .in -ton. noth- Idra patted him on the arm. K more tor in the sea." !$td "So long. Don't for "telephone number. Come h MaCOCK-l"": i.s Pi iotmous gowns. 'U to care what hey 5a,d Ejtomed on his heel, so en- f30 1 .... li. micorv 'that W WU1 "T Vnrnpt jt Varnet didn't like it but he Lt be a good customer some Sr. His money would attract fcmen witn expensive L even if it wasn't Lynda Mar- In. a tiy win; - Lm escape. Also, he d prob I... l.... u AMinln nf ffirls nn tn Ely naic a "i.li,e email pvps ffrew rfi- ., He had been an inter- r. . ...u:i r . ....... KM ODServer wiuie uou wua i ,-.g 10 the inodels. Yes, young wan would probably be re jasible (or the clothes bill of a an or more women before his sti were over. So, bowing as if -thing had hapDened, Varnet EUiea graciously wncn uan gave ji a shove, and pussy-footed off fin1 nut what the hrw sairf tn l-elyn and Kay. 1 A cola lury lonowea me nun I - I I Ti ,L. Fuan e nean. n was me iubl , ' 1 ! Kit lit nau even ueeu truaacu in Es life and he didn't like it. He couian t rememoer a ming ! had ever wanted and not got. k a child, he had more toys than Eost toy stores, ms iainer ana other gave him everything he asked for; fabulously expensive electric trains, stuffed animals; velocipedes, roller skates and bi cycles that a prolessional might envy. He had owned ponies, min iature racers, boats and, as he grew older, his own plane. It never occurred to him that he could want for something and not have it Now, he wanted Marie La Porte more than any thing he had ever desired in his life and he couldn't have her. As he swung east on 57th Street he qualified that statement. Per haps, in time, he could have Marie. But deep down In his heart he knew that he didn't want her the way he thought. He wanted her to love him for himself, not for what he could buy her. And if she didn't want Him that way and she evidently didn't he wouldn't have her, although it might kill him. In such a mood, he fitted his key into the lock of the Donovan front door, furious with himself and fate. 'Your father wants to see you, Meesah Dan," Ling told him, as he crossed the hall to the elevator. "He's in his own apartment." He nodded and pressed the third floor button on the elevator in dicator. "I'm glad you've come, ,Dan," Mike exclaimed, looking up from his easy chair as Dan walked into the study. "I still mean what I said this morning over the phone." Dan didn't speak, just sank down on the couch and lit a cigaret. "I meant what I told you over the phone," Mike repeated. "No boy of mine is going to marry a girl whose father calls him a waster." He snorted as he voiced the words. "Ignoramus! He must think we're numbskulls. Well, I'll show him." He rose and began stalking around the room. "I wouldn't worry, father," Dan held up a protesting hand. "If Marie doesn't want me, I don't want her. She evidently doesn't; so that's that. What have you got on your mind?" Mike stared in amazement at his son. "You're amenable to rea. son, I must say, lad. Well, you ask me honestly and I'll reply in like manner. I thought you and myself, Lynda Martin and her father, if he can come, might have a quiet dinner together to night at the Ritz. After that, matters can take their course." Dan said nothing for several minutes. Finally he spoke, de- FLAPPER FANNY By Sylvia - G0MI.19U IV NCA UWCC. INC. T. M. BIG. U. (. PAT, Off.- 1 ul sign my name do yu thin, Caro,e Lombard "vmu ue awiui mad if l sent one to Clark uame; SIDE GLANCES Jou two are affecting each other's personalities!': spair tn his voice. "I'll call Lyn da. What time is the dinner?" Mike's heart ached for his son. He knew what the boy was going through. He also knew that he could only help by not putting salt on the wound. Therefore he mentioned neither Marie nor Bat "I thought we might have cock tails here," he remarked, "then go on to dinner. I'd welcome the :hance to get better acquainted with James Martin." None of the effort which Lynda had exerted to produce her father showed when she and Mr. Martin strolled into the Donovan library at 7:30. He was trimly turned out in black tie and dinner jacket and she wore an expensively simple, long-sleeved 'evening dress. "My dear fellow," cried Martin, holding out his hand to Mike, "I'm so glad you asked me." He shook hands cordially enough with Dan and then reached fever ishly for a dry Martini on the tray which Perkins passed. "I've had a hard day at the office," he apologized. Lynda gave Mike an affection ate glance then slipped quietly to Dan's side. Appreciative of her silence, he lifted a cocktail from Perkins' tray and took a second for himself. "This is Dad's party," he ex plained, as if she didn't know it "I hear we're going to the Ritz. Funny old place, but nice." He grew affably patronizing as his ego revived. "I haven't been there since 36. First deb party I really enjoyed." Lynda sipped her drink. "You are blase, aren't you?" she mur mured. Although Dan didn't show it, he was already tight when they left the Donovan house. His father cast a troubled glance at him when he insisted on ordering more cocktails at the Ritz. "We're having a fine wine, lad," he cautioned. "Don't stunt your palate for that." Nothing but Dan's young con stitution kept him from showing the effects of the other drinks on top of the early cocktails. The only immediate warning, which his father recognized, was an added courtliness of manner. He deferred to James Martin with the solemnity of a judge. He paid elaborate but circumspect com pliments to Lynda and he directed the waiters in the grand manner. In spite of the combined ma neuvers of Mike and Lynda, no mention of the engagement be tween herself and Dan was touched upon. Once Mike got to his feet and was about to lift his glass in a toast to the romance, but Dan, with the uncanny intui tion of the very drunk, anticipat ed his father. "To James Martin," he stumbled to his feet and lifted his glass, "America's real benefactor." Irritated, Lynda had also raised her glass. Bashfully, Martin re mained seated. The Donovans were a good sort after all. He must see Mike and Dan more often. .. ' Mike and Martin had winked at one another and said good night earlier in the evening. But as soon as he could, Dan deposited Lynda at her door. Too tight to clearly formulate his thoughts, he had but one idea in mind, to get to the 3arge, Molly. He had completely forgotten his resolution earlier in the day. A puzzled taxi driver deposited him after 2, on Pier Six. Un steadily Dan made his way to the place where the La Porte boat had been tied up the morning be fore. A strange barge, grimy and jnkempt, bobbed at anchor in its place. "Where's the Molly?" Dan yelled at a policeman leaning against the barge pier lamp-post Jerry McGuire untwirled his night stick. "She pulled out at 12 o'clock," he said, '.'for- Canada." "Was Marie La Porte aboard?" "I'll say so. I saw her get on about 9 o'clock" Dan sat down on the pier and held his head in his hands. "When will the Molly be back"? he in quired. "In about three weeks or a month. Them trips are slow this time of year." Within an hour, Dan's long roadster was purring along the highway to Albany. The cold night air cleared his befuddled brain as he drove through the darkness. He had but one Idea to get to Marie as soon as pos sible. (To Be Continued) LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE Two Wrongs Make a Right By HAROLD GRAY HELLO. JOHN I HEARTHS CROWD THAT BACKED YOU 16 SOE BECAUSE YOU HANHN 1 PUT MS tH A DONQEOH BEFORE THIS I WONfT KtO YOU. JOHN-YOU'RE A GOOD BOY- YOU KNOW I STAY WITHIN THE LAW-A1VWNS HAVE- THEREs been a lot op LOOSE TALK, BUT NOBOOY HAS EVER PINNED A THINQ ON OLD NK-ts QATT- m im. j w UM-M-M 1 I I rriSSOMETHINffl I J LIKE THAT, I I - ' tlm (VE SUCCEEDED- MttfBE THAT'S BAD. EH? POWER-fVE rr- ,e fVUIPfiB TVJPV FIGURE THEY'D USE IT BETTER- EVERY GUY THINKS MB S w -rue rtMl v PlfiHT ANSWERS ALL SEWED OP ter If fcft avv. ( 't-v, MDIhl Off: Lbim O.K.-WHEN ANY BIRD GETS STRONG ENOUGH TO STEP INTO MY SPOT, HELL BE STRONG ENOUGH TO SHOVE ME OUT- BUT YOU'RE IN A HOLE, JOHN DON'T WORRY- LEAVE IT TO OLD NICK- fLL HAVE YOU OUT OP IT. BY THE END OF THE WEEK I HMvOlP GRA1 ill 1 . OPEYE Now Showing "RHYME WITHOUT REASON." Tomorrow "The Ten's Mightier Than the Sword." liiMliMr,ll Stones in STAMPS lHwmiiiinniii POSTMASTER GENERAL James A. Farley has announced that a special commemorative stamp, marking the 400th anniversary of the coming of the Spanish explor er, Coronado, into the southwest ern region of United States, is un der consideration for release this year. Mr. Farley has also con firmed predictions of the issuance of stamps for the 50th anniversary of statehood of Wyoming and Idaho, for release In July, and of a commemorative issue honoring the 50th anniversary of the found ing of the Pan-American Union, to be released April 14. The postmaster general's annual report of the fiscal year, ending June 30, 1939, listed total of 15, 262,089,147 stamps with value of $457,427,533.74. Receipts of the Philatelic Agency totaled $1,312, 018.48 for the period. Frince has scheduled release of 52 new stamps from IS colonies. Bolivia has released new scml postal showing a worker and cog wheel, before a background of houses, for the fopular Housing Fund. By E. C. SEGAR DW. :no7 (AHOY.OUVeA EXCUSE rAE. YOUR LAMtiUAitl I f LI661N6i.'WHA I I- ( FISTICUFFS. WFRIEND ARE I l BRIN&ED VaA f DE6TROY6 ANY BEAUTY OR V 1 (&OINVON HERE?) (mNWANNM AHbWER TO YOU MUST BE POSIE4, OAON ( MI61HT HAVE PLEA6E DEFRw 'AW (flR . () T I OH. HUBERT AN INTRODUCE; yjiTH OUR UMWELCONSE 3tFT7 ' lW f3 "J V ft TN I DeHUBERT, V SECRET AGENT "The GMan Fools the GrimReaper By ROBERT STORM BOOTS AW HER BUDDIES Probably TruTe' By MARTIN S S WASH TUBBS . Well SpdjnTsh " " By CRANE f WAL, HERB WE ARE, "V. 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