Eugene register-guard. (Eugene, Or.) 1930-1983, November 21, 1942, Image 3

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Newspaper Page TextTHE REGISTER-GUARD, EOOENS. OREGON. WOMEN'S SHIRTFROCK II IS u kwi sixx Men Auxm 1 i. WTTH JAR. SLEEP WTTH tT? OOTHBV tVS? BEAU KNOW SAFETV-PEflCS? EXCEPT TO THOSE WHOU. BWT FOR m . t 0Jr'oSSir pl ! CHAPTER V JeTwhere Ostarhotal'l K Tthe war Bd. the S7 the village. Nights ?S bunks in the nm. Snd cabin t the .ww gjfthe long PM""-1: .rarm day- hardly ever Ser lhwwi. j "S'.Tr.t- rn. tree-girdled S'SththeMb on three side, 5fcw crsgridden and dark, JSa Werholm had come in Jdds one afternoon to tfvrfttter if the and her If Karen, might spend six zSmatthesaeter. t first he Sd violently "Why. Si jw couldn't do half the k . the milking. 50 head, Sparring fodder, besides tak "S of the house. And any , two girls l"e "P there cert""- , , But Karen Stensgara, iaugnmS Jmbumed, lithe as a tomboy rJcsMli black boots and white or, lad interrupted tempestu Su. "But Margit's 20, and Ira 18, and it's "ally not so rah work, and anyway, Morten art term Is only half a mile cob the valley, and he could see i it we were tare. " h had said at last, won- jefci if K might not be better tiff III to Keep mem ou,w w m wi vnn. Karen, if you, can fte doctor to say it's all right, H rat sty so." theyiaa whoopea wim joy w toooijns, ana aasnwi Ittsr, Uding hands, to go and ask itjf coctor. iney ooui iuicw bur refused Karen anytmng. I line days a week old Morten ffisttensen, the neighboring fejier, drove by and carted their cans down to town in his rdcery wagon with the tired lane, sod evenings when he got bii they went over to his farm fet their feedstocks and the village foae aliht he told them he had kt wrd that his son, Trygve. was k i German prison in Oslo, I Till did he do?" asked Karen. ft must be terribly exciting." It la," Fni MoTtensen inter. rupted dryly. . "What did be do?' the farmer repeated. "Ha, you know Trygve . , . always tne Breve thing. The electric line, you know, outside the city. They are very important, it teems, and he cut them so the Germans could have no lights." But Karen was. hardly paying attention. Her eyes had wandered off to Mortensen's skis, propped inside small closet. "Trygve used to wear those, didn't he?" "Ja, the little black ones. They were too small for him, though. Was it not brave thing he did, Froken Karen?" "Oh, yes," she said. "Oh, yes. It must have been very dangerous." She kept looking at the skis, thinking them the prettiest pair she had ever seen. Then Mortensen said something totally unexpected. "Trygve liked you a great deal, Froken Karen. He would like it if you used them . . . the skis. They are a good size for you." "Oh, no." But Karen went over eagerly and brought them out. "Oh, no," ahe said again, flushing, and ran her hand down the smooth grain, wanting them, but not dar ing to say so. When the two girls went home with him later, across the patch of woodland where the bright moonlight seeped down between the branches, Mortensen was in high good humor. TF7HEN the two girls had gone " into the cottage, and Karen had put her new skis away, crawled into her long woolen nightgown, and was plaiting her hair, Margit aaid shyly, "You know why he gave you the skis?" Karen turned, wide-eyed. "No. She had never thought of it. "Because Trygve was in love with you." In love with roe?" asked Karen, delighted. She tumbled under the covers and lay with her hands be. hind her head. "No, I never knew. I wish hed told me. she added sorrowfully, and sighed. "I wish almost anybody told roe." Then she blew out the light and Margit undressed in the dark and slipped silently in beside her. The summer went by very fast. The idea grew in Karen that she wanted to go to Stockholm when autumn came. "Oh, Margit," she cried, "1 ieel so shut in. There's nobody to talk to, and TroUness ia such a little town, and smells so of nsn." TT was two days later, when they were both driving up some cows that had strayed into the lower pasture, that they saw the soldier. All they could make out at first was the gray-green of his uniform as he came walking slowly up around the bend on the road from town. He was the first they had seen all summer. The eirls ran to each othr. Th blood washed out of their cheeks. Then they went up quickly toward we nut. Karen ran back out to pick up a scarf she had been wearing over her head, then hur ried in again. They bolted the floor and waited. Several minutes went br and nothing happened. Then they heard steps outside. A loud voice called in, "Dont be afraid, I want a drink of water." Karen peeped out the window. He was standing in front of the door, a lanky, bold-looking trooper wiin a long, angular face and waving brown hair. "Go away," sh cried, "or well shoot you. We have a gun." Before you do that," he an swered, "tell me where the spring Is." She took another look at his proud, laughing face, then ducked Bade to parley with Margit In a moment he heard them whisper ing together), she came back and reached a tin drinking cup out to him. "YouH find water down below the trees." "Thank you, Fraulein Karen. He strode off, swinging the cup at his side. "Wait," she cried after him. "Wait" She turned. "Margit, did you hear? He knows my name." A few minutes later when he got back, walking slowly up the hill, they had opened the door and were standing in front like sheep ish schoolgirls with their hands beind their backs. Karen was staring at him with wide open eyes. He handed her the cup. Their fingers touched. "Are you from town?" she asked with a catch in her voice. "How did you know my name?" He stood with his legs spread, thumbs hooked in his belt, and looked down at them from his height "Ha, now what wouldn't you give to know?" The corners of his mouth turned up amusedly, and then, with a slow wink and a nod, he sat down and unbuckled the tops of his boots. They did not know what to do. "You can't sit there,' said Karen tensely. He gazed up at them, squinting against the sun. Karen's heart was pounding fearfully. "Because there's war . . . and you're German ... and we're Norwegian." (To Be Continued) CHILD I: &CK FROM AIR RAID fl JAP FORCER Back after Wr'Wat" flight to attack JaP forces ln the Shortland P ''"a eight American torpedo planes circle their carrier Fftominr in in l.J ti. i: . i. i l-.i n,i... s n DELIGHT A iiWB'''i':i,W 3 fills SIDE GLANCES f .11 p Legs' . t J DJU IflV tllU.1.' . . i. . . taotiftk . ,r,,,,on 'o ntm n Min i vrn to u eluded ia the coffee utioar E a " 305 You really live in this smart shirtwaister for women! Anne Adams has given Pattern 4000 adroitly flattering details in the shaping of the notched collar , in aarvcontroiiea tsoaice soilness . in a panelled, pleated front skirt. Have three-quarters short 'sleeves. Pattern 4000 is available in women's sizes 34, 38, 38, 40. 43, 44, 48 and 48. Size 38 takes SH yards 39-Inch fabric. Bend sixteen CENTS in coins for this Anne Adams pattern.Write plainly SIZE, NAME, ADDRESS and STYLE NUMBER. Every woman who sews needs our brilliant Winter Pattern Book, It's a thrifty wardrobe plan for all the family, with each style quickly available in an easy-to-use, accur. ate pattern. Pattern Book, 10 cents. Send your order to Register- Guard, Pattern Department. ilf stamps are used in remit tance please use one, two or dree cent denominations. Larger de nominations cannot Toe accepted.) swered the call and divided blaze between them. the LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE vcuc nitx i fs ctrrnc ets W M KT OtttX IVniN ltd Uf oar cw. L. i w is eu 1 rms m I Outs soucht na. t i so raxt or moss; I aicics sow of f MM . " I a7S H UOiOMN9 M id i KB! TM 5M C036 1 IWff i WliHnK i 1 MO IK 1 M aooe 1 fc-f n mkk a fsu fnv sees. S i ftosnat. name m m I m m. J tsTONtsuft uc P g-jw worn, m attx mim iffliw P ,iiii ,,,,, Ji!l'!!!ffFe i aoccEsafrsaiwEwsSo? i 11 illiwe-neaili' 1 BLONTtlP A child would love to have this spread with his evening prayer mhroidered on it Finish with the filet crochet border. Pattern 305 contains a transler pattern or one motif 17HX22H inches: one motif 3lixllV inches; chart and directions for edgings; illustrations of stitches; materials required; color chart. Send ELEVEN CENTS in coins for this pattern to Register-Guard Needlecrait Dept. Write plainly PATTERN NUMBER, your NAME and ADDRESS. (If itamDS are .nsed in remit tance please use one, two or three cent denominations. Larger de nominations cannot be accepted.) TO HIM WHO WAITS WENATCHEE, Wash. Bill Watson, 17, failed to return from a deer-hunting expedition. His companions went to a nearby town to recruit aid. . They found Bill, late the next afternoon, seated on a four-point buck. "This animal was just too big for me to handle alone so I sat down to wait for help," explained Bill. He got it. UNHAPPY LANDINGS COLUMBUS, Ind. Army offi eers at an army air base near here are paced with unforeseen flying hazard wild geese. Several flocks of the birds have mistaken the concrete runways and i port aprons for water and the silly geese keep trying to mske a water landing. Many of them stick around for hours in the daytime and sometimes overnight trying to figure out the puzzle. PREMATURE CELEBRATION ' HEADING, Pa. Santa Claus came early for Albert Pfenning, 5, and Skipper Komoidi, 4. They disappeared. Police search ed the city for five hours and fi nally found them in the Pfenning attic playing with toys that Albert wasn't supposed to discover until Christmas. PERSISTENT CHICAGO Mrs. Rosa Wedge is wondering whether she should press the matter any more. She has already spent $180 ap pealing her $5 fine for speeding. 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