Eugene register-guard. (Eugene, Or.) 1930-1983, March 21, 1940, Image 13

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Newspaper Page TextTHE REGISTER-GUARD. EUGENE, -OREGON Serial story $15 A WEEK 8y LOUISE HOLMES COPYRIOHT. 1940. NIA SERVICt. INC. , CHAPTER XX said, "if yu're smart yu vT kiss me. I. 'blundered into another couple and almost lost his that'll you do?" he iwaying. not trying to J1 . t ,n " lw it-s'help me it d be ,'Lr own information it J be worth less than noth- tfS at arm'sf ' unciicressfullv to L- his eyes u.. .............. Pa "I don't see how anyone ,WuU(ul can u u - t's a gift." she answered. ' . !, a sterj and tripped. LA looked imploringly at the ITiline. Immediately iuui sen Km stepped forward. A boy, Kg a bright red necktie with P?8. ..... termed Stovn nn , JarK 5un, -. shoulder. Ivwhini! doing," Steve yelled. um nodaen to me uUJr 4 again. "You're wanted at . co,-fl " he said. ". .,'. a drink. Ann in- Lintox can't say intoxicates .-( plenty. Ill stranger kept pace with at Steve's shoulder. L,'saw Paul with Irene Temple. darklv. watching Ert, not responding at all to kits coquetry. 1.11 .ko'c sn eood let me dance t her," the boy insisted. Stive crushed Ann to mm. -iou ,uut of here. Ann's my girl. I a her first." Suddenly he was m. Loosening his hold on Juhe whirled on the accom- oditing stranger, ins arm snoi :., .H fnrfnnatelv. missed its i Instantly there was a rush Cilags and Steve was bundled, Uttinff InuHlv. from the floor. Li found herself dancing with l rescuer. He was very young Ei fair haired. Hy name is Ray Stan Ray." 'How do you do. rm Ann bra." "Yes, I know. The Evanston him?" Jio." She was ashamed of :jt had hapoened. For a mo- lat it dampened her joy. "Will M oacu.' sne asKea. "Steve? No, he's finished for tonight. The Claybourne butler and the taxi driver will carry him in." "Isn't It a pity?" "Yeah Steve's a swell guy." He changed the subject. "Look, Miss Brown are you dated for the week-end?" "I'm afraid so." Cinderella must not step out of her glass slippers. "Too bad. A crowd of us are going to my dad's fishing lodge on Lake Michigan. Like to have you come along." "It would be lovely. Another time, perhaps." "Right. I'll give you a ring." Ann thought of the tinkle of the telephone bell in Mrs. Follet's back hall, of Myrtle's scream, "Ann there's a man on the phone." She also thought of Stan Ray's dismay when he learned that he had invited Mrs. Pringle's assistant to a house party on Lake Michigan. He did not ask where he should call, obviously certain that a little inquiry would locate the attractive Miss Brown in the social register. Paul finally freed himself from Irene Temple and cut in. He took Ann to the supper room. She sat down while he filled her plate from the immense buffet table. It was good to sit down, she hadn't realized that the little gold slip pers were tired. The plate of food was to be one of her memories. Tiny open-faced sandwiches like flowers, a fluted cup of chicken salad, huge black olives, a lSUe boxed ice, salted almonds. "I'm dreaming, Paul," she said. "In a minute I'll wake up and it will be creamed dried beef." He laughed. "As a casual friend, I'm going to tell you some thing, Ann. You're the loveliest girl here." "Thank you, Paul." "And Steve Claybourne is a bum. If Miss Temple hadn't oc cupied me so thoroughly his face would now be jellied." "Crazy." Persons in the supper room turned at Ann's tinkle of mirth. "That was part of the fun having a man fight to dance with me." "A drunken bum." She put her pretty head on one side, regarding him seriously. "I didn't like it, Paul. I hated it." "Well, that's better." FLAPPER FANNY By Sylvia - COPR. 1940 BV NEA SERVICE. T. M. AEG. U. $. PAT. OFF. 1 1. 1 i 3 neighborhood's got some pretty tough kids, but any ')ou need some help, jus' let us know tney re an oui pals." SIDE GLANCES jHT 4P ! 3Jm 4---' , A c BPs it wasn't shoes you were looking for in the first t',Jr , , , mayfje a nai or somtuui's' A waiter took their nlatoe 1 Paul pulled a box from his pock et. "It's your favor," he said. "They had different things, but I thought you'd like this best." She opened the box reverently. "A present oh, I love presents!" Ann's favor was a silver link bracelet. It fastened with an in finitesimal padlock. There was a tiny key. She was quite breath less while Paul put it on her arm. "I'll keep the key," he said. "If you ever want to take it off you'll have to send for me." "Who's flirting now?" she asked with a side glance. He sighed and put the key In the box. . It was 2:30 when they left the hotel. Ann had never been so tired, nor so completely happv. Many things had happened, things which she had tucked away in her memory to take out later and sa vor to the full. In the taxi, she said, "Tell him to drive slowly, Paul. I don't want it to be a memory quite yet." "Take your time, fella," he called through the glass. As Uiey left the quiet city, she said, "I'd like to do the craziest thing." "What?" "I'd like to walk in the park." "Let's." They left the cab at the corner of Garfield park. The driver stared after them as they went into a shrubbery lined path. He shrugged. It was no concern of his if a couple went completely whacky. He drove away. I Ann and Paul found their bench near the lagoon and sat down. The night was warm and hushed. The city slept, even the park seemed to drowse. "It's lovely, Paul," Ann said dreamily. "You think of the nicest things." They did not talk. Content ment closed around them like a warm wrap. Ann leaned closer to Paul's arm. Her golden head nodded. Finally it rested on his shoulder. Paul put his arm around her and she sighed childishly, cud dling her head against his collar. He muttered, "Just this once just this once." After a long time in which he did not sleep, he removed his arm. "The sun is about to put in an appearance, Ann," he said in a matter-of-fact tone. She sat up, blinking her sleep filled eyes. "Oh," she wailed, "I've missed all the beautiful time." Paul could not be truthful in saying that the time had been wasted for him. He had allowed his lips to touch her hair and her forehead and the sweetness lingered. They walked to Murray street through the sun-flecked mist of morning. Ann lifted her skirts, the jeweled heels twinkled with every step. At Mrs. Follet's door she held out her hand. "Why, it's Paul Hayden," she said, pretending surprise. "And Ann Brown," he returned soberly. It was as if they delib erately stripped the morning of any bits of glamour which might nave clung to it, as if they stepped back into their rightful, workaday lives. They did not speak of the evening. It had already become a memory. . It was after 6 when Ann slid out of her finery. She examined the alarm clock, found that it was set for 7, and lay down beside Clara. She did not sleep, nor did she feel the need of sleep, Oddly enough, she did not dwell on her small triumphs at the Athens Club ball. She thought of Paul, his innate fineness, the rap ture of his nearness when they danced. She lay with her lips pressed to the tiny silver padlock (To Be Continued) LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE Get 'Em Into the Store By HAROLD GRAY (WOO-WE SHALL WAIT- i? 1 TELL HER OF WARBUCKS- , Y BUT YOU MUST I AW- SO-O-0 ST NJ PERHAPS HE WILL GO AWAY- Kw3kVj THE WORDS I HAVE TAUGHT 1 S 1 REHEARSE YOUR PART, afiftiaSitKaJ THE ONE CALLED ff " NO-NO- 10 IF NOT. IT 16 OF LITTLE J.KitifB YOU- SHE WILL ENTER YOUR M GREGORY-YOU MUST F Ti BUCK WA1? IN i HE COULD t CONSEQUENCE - ONE DAY STORE TO SEE THE "LETTER" Bjkffi HAVE EVERY WORD"- 48 YES 1 YOUR STORE- f NOT S YOU WILL ENGAGE THE W AW FROM HIM-SHE WILL FOLLOW JsjkJ I EVERY INFLECTION M MASTER- i DOSS HE THEN I SUSPECT RED-HAIRED ONE IN J. 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