East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, December 11, 1920, DAILY EDITION, Image 18

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THERE ni the usual restless
crowd of wayfareri on the
rub way platform, but Jack
"fiaundere, the fullback, was oblivious
to thorn all, With hands In pockets
and legs spread apart, ha wm earn
ing of rushes, tackles, and the Great
Came that was to be played within 14
hours. Victory had been his all along
the Una. Could be stand uneonquered
by the valiant foe and win the distinc
tion of being the most famous fullback
of Ms day? t
He pursed his lipa and began to
whistle, swaying slightly back and
forth, to and fro. How strong he felt,
bow powerful, how gloriously young!
Napoleon in his palmiest days never
felt mightier, Hercules never more
Suddenly Jack's eves became riveted
en a figure that, tall and slim, paused
for a moment at the top of the steep
flight of stairs, that led down into the
tunnel. A second later, it crumbled
and began to roll and bump over the
stairs, down, down, in rapid deecen-'
ion. At the same moment the rumble
of an approaching train sonnded omin
ously close and threatening. '
Jack grasped the situation in a flash.
The girl, tarried on by the Impetus of
ber descent would Continue to roll into
the pit. to be crashed by the oncoming
With an instant doubling of bit body,
BOBBY patted his new lied lov
ingly, and smiled happily at
his mother and sister, who sat
sewing before the Are. ,
"Ian it a dandyr Ha asked for the
hundredth time, aa he carefully car
ried It oat of the door.
"Yes." they agreed laughingly, wav
ing good-by to him.
There was a gust of fresh, Winter
air and then the outside door banged.
"I am going to hunt again- for- that
card that came with that sled. Mrs
White said aa aha thoughtfully laid
aside her work. "I am positive that
was one!"
"So am I," agreed her daughter, aa
she joined fn the searctb "I wish that
we could thank the giver."
But the bunT waa In vain, for no
crevice or crack revealed the desired
"It la of no use, mother," Mildred
said at last, aa she picked up her cro
cheting on the lounge. But while she
had hunted her crochet hook had
slipped from her work. "Well, moth
er," abe laughed, running her Angers
along the crack in the lounge, "I think
that we had better hire a detective."
To her surprise, she pulled out a lit
tle card addressed to "A cheerful,
curly-haired boy." On the back it
"Please accept this sled from a
AT the breakfast table, after he
had drunk his last cup of
m coffee and pushed his chair
back In the' same way' he had done
when living in a remote farmhouse In
stead of bis present Una city home,
Caleb Drummer spoke to his wife and
"I think we'd better Invite young
Meade to Thanksgiving dinner," he
said. "The lad's a stranger in town
and likely to be lonesome on a holi
day." Mra. Drummer and ber daughter, So
phia, swiftly exchanged glances, but
not ewiftly enough to escape the fa
ther's notice.
"What't the matter V he demanded
testily. "Isn't " my secretary good
enough company for you no you've
come up in the world?"
"Now, pa," began Mrs. Drummer,
aolemnly. but Sophia giggled.
Undaunted, she met her father"
choleric stare. "Why, pa, I thought
Mr. Meade was only a bookkeeper. Is
be coming up in the wprld, too?"
. "Yes, be Is," snapped the other. "
"He's showing a good mini for busi
ness; and I'll make him sales man
ager of my Eastern office as soon as
be can qualify. But you and your
mother seemed to forget how
MOLLIE DOW'S blue eyeapar
kled as she met the mail
man, but the smile with
which she bad greeted the letter he
handed btr turned to dismay as she
read the few lines it contained.
Bhe threw out her hand in angry de
fiance and looked at the tiny diamond
twinkling on her finger. "You never
bad any right to be on my finger," she
muttered through burning tears, and
taking the ring from ber finger she
threw it on the table, where it landed
with a vicious little thud. Wiping her
eyes, Mollle resolutely smoothed out
the crumpled sheet and re-read the
haunting lines:
"So you are engaged at last, -Mollle.
I am so Interested I must come at
onre and tee what kind of a looking
limn he 1. Shall arrive at the fcoutn
Station on the 3:25 train. You b'Jtb
be sore and meet uie.
"What business Is It to Aunt Jane or
any of the rest of them?" she flung out
in angry defiance. It was already 5
o'clock, and In three hours she must
fac e Aunt Jane with the truth or start
Into axUou tie injtlraXicn. tbat bad ra-
Jack plunged into the crowd of trav
elers, which scattered like snow flakes
In a typhoon. He made a mad leap
across 40 feet of platform and reached
the foot of the staircase, just in time
to catch the bundle of humanity, toss
ing it over bis shoulder, just aa be had
so often plunged, seised and lifted
high the coveted football.
' tils excitement Immediately abating,
he peered Into the girl's face w(Jh a
shyness in queer contradiction to bis
mighty physique. Her eyes were
closed, her lipa pale aa death. An ugly
bruise marred the high forehead, and
she was so still that Jack was fright
ened into a panic.
'What shall I do with herr be
' "Call an ambulance. Take her to
the Emergency Hospital," suggested a
gruff voice at his elbow,
"Better still," a woman waa speak -lng.
."Find out If she has her card In
the bag, and take her home. None of
us would care to be carted -off to
"Will yon open her bag. madam?"
pleaded Jack, handicapped by the dead
lonely man, who wants to make you
very happy this year. I have often
teen" you playing around the house,
and I hope that some day wa will
know each other. Your friend,
She passed the card thoughtfully to
her mother. She could not understand
why the aender, who owned their home,
and waa one of the wealthiest men In
the city, could be unhappy, Her
thoughts were so busy that she did
not notice the flush that crept over
her mother's face as she eagerly
scanned the card.
"We must Invite him over," Mildred
spoke at last
"Yes," her mother answered almost
incoherently, 'w wilL"
When Bobby learned of the discov
ery he was Joyous.
"When mother, when?" he kept In
sisting .
"Some time," she answered absent
mindedly. ,
But Bobby was not satisfied. He
walked slowly over to his sled, to
"Now, pa," began Mrs. Drummer
again. "You"
"I say you're putting on airs! Be
cause business made a boom in my
affairs, and money's, coming in faster
than we can spend it, is no reason we
should put on airs. And Felix Meade
why, I waa a country boy myself and
didn't have half his education."
Sophia leaned forward and held her
father's flashing glance with a look
wonderfully direct from eyes so gentle.
"Listen, pa. We like Mr. Meade, ma
and I. We'll be glad to entertain him
at any time. Only we had planned-
little family affair for Thanksgiving
Day. Emma and V'allace are coming
itn the children, and Uncle Lem."
"Um-m! So mucfi the better.
Meade'll feel more at home. I was
afraid you were getting up one of your
fancy parties.'
Behind Caleb Drummer's broad back,
as he turned to leave the room, So-
phla's soft blue eyes met her mother's
again in a glance of keen significance,
sponded to her frenzied appeal.
"He never, never will do it." she
wailed. She stopped short, listening
Intently. Yes, that waa Jim Brad
bury's step. A minute later Mollle
heard the key turn in the lock in the
door, close to ber own. Jim's strong,
athletic figure flashed before ber Blind.
No word bad rjer been exchanged,
but Mollle had learned bis name and
much of his history from the landlady.
Mollle crept to the door and softly
opened it.
"I never, never can do it," she
moaned. But the thought of Aunt
Jane's nimble tongue and how she
would take this precious bit of gossip
and make a story so vivid that never
again would Mollie dare visit the rural
townfrom which abe bad come to the
City, fir years before, spurred her on.
a,aBtstaestttasaijlgtaaata9eeigaMastaar- rvwsasasasaeiasi
Adventure in a
weight. "You are right about taking
her home, if we can And out where she
"Here is her, address," the woman
cried with satisfaction. "It Is printed
on the inside of the bag. 'Miss Clarise
Morse, 44 X street,"
Jack refused all further aid. Uncon
sciously he assumed' a proprietorship
in the girl, which would have amazed
him at any other time. She was his,
and he Intended to take care of her!
X street would be easy to reach in a
taxi. As for carrying her up the
stairs, these people didn't realise that
be was Saunders, the noted fullback,
who minded the girl's weight aa littlo
aa he would a bird's. ,
Clarise's mother was at home. She
was terrified at the sight of her uncon
scious daughter at first but, Jack, in
his big, confidential way, soon dispers
ed ber fears. "I'll go for a doctor.
Don't you worry, Mrs. Morse. He'll fix
her all right"
Clarise, however, needed little fixing.
When the doctor arrived she was fully
conscious, and very much ashamed of
Search And
think things over. He wanted to see
his "sled friend" at once! But how
waa h going to do It, when he did not
know who he was, or where be lived?
No one noticed when be stealthily
slipped on his coat and hat, and softly
tiptoed out of the house." He, knew
that he was not allowed out of the
yard, but he felt that he must find this
lonely friend at once! Although he
bad no idea which way to go, he
walked boldly and resolutely down the
busy street
"111 find him," he said to himself,
confidently. "I just know that he is
tall and has dark hair, and he has a
nice smile, and eyes that just shine!
I Just know it!" And ha trudged on
Yet not one of the tall, dark-haired
men watTIr. Green. In fact, they
frowned 'at him when he asked them.
Still Bobby studied each new face ex
pectantly. Gradually the little fellow's
enthusiasm began to weaken and he
grew tired. The sun had almost dis
appeared down behind the long column
The Old Time Ways
Then ber face lit with a smilo that
made her look like a mischievous lit
tle girl.
"How he's going to enjoy that
Thanksgiving dinner!" she bubbled.
Sophia bad met Felix Meade on sev-
eral occasions, but he had never been
to the Drummer home. -Me had been
introduced to her in her father's office.
and once he had escorted her to her
limousine. Again, tbey had met in a
byway of the park, and admired to
gether the glowing Autumn scenery.
Sophia waa a stunning figure in im
ported toggery, and she carried herself
with an air of haughty formality. Her
newly acquired riches had brought
with them a rear ot fortune-hunters, ,
and so, to all young men especially
Impecunious young men Miss Sophia
Drummer was dlscouraglngly aloof.
But there had been a moment when
young Meade had referred to his oid.
home and his love of rural scenes;
when Sophia, flicking a little pile of
leaves with her swagger . stick, bad
Seeing It Through
She paused before Jim's door and gave
a little knock.
"Why, It Is Miss Dow," greeted Jim.
and there waa genuine pleasure in hit
tone. Noticing the girl's agitation and
traces of recent tears he quickly ask
: "Are you in trouble? Can I help
He pushed a chair toward her and
closed the door.
Passing blm the letter, she said:
"Please read this! It will make the
telling easier."
"You engaged?" Genuine dismay rung
In Jim't question. '
"No, it's all a He, a senseless one.
Who'd ever be engaged to me? Just
because I am 35 and unmarried Is no
sign I am devoid of feeling," sobbed
"I'll u anything you say," he proa
Tight Skirt
"A. good night's sleep will Jo you
more good than any medicine. Just be
sure to keep a poultice" On that lump.
In the. morning you'll be as Kim as a
whistle," . was the doctor's verdict,
which relieved Jack immensely. He
had waited to boar what his opinion
would be, but once assured of the
girl's safety, he prepared to leave. Mra.
Morse baited htm.
"Surety you are not going without
Bidding Clarise good night!" she pro
tested. Jack needed no second Invitation.
Ho entered the dainty bedroom an 1
gripped Clarise's hand tightly.
"You must accept my thanks," began
Clarise, very much embarrassed by the
eager glow of delight In the big 'fel
low's face.
"Ob, don't mention it Think how
great.lt Is that you won't be laid up a
month or two. Srfy, girlie, how did It
happen? Slip on a banana peel?"
"No," Clarice flushed. "I'm so
ashamed of myself!"
"No need of being humiliated. Acci
dent's happen to us all."
"But this was entirely my fault The
of massive, grotesque business blocks,
and a sharp, cold wind was rapidly
rising. He was cold and leaned
against a building for shelter.
"Guess I'd better go home," he whis
pered tearfully to himself.
But he did not know which way to
turn. He was lost! He sat down on
an icy, forsaken doorstep and cried.
It was then that he felt a friendly
tap on bis shoulder, and a voice was
saying, "What's wrong, sonny?"
. Slowly he raised his head. A tall
man with dark hair was leaning -over
him. His ,eycs twinkled and bis smile
was pleasant At first Bobby could not
speak, because of his astonishment and
then he gasped in wonder, "Are you
Mr. John Green?"
It was the stranger's turn -to be sur
prised, and he surveyed the' little fel
low with Interest
"Yes," he answered Anally, and he
spoke with difficulty, "but how did
you know? This IsJMe first time I
have been In this city for a long time,
and I thought ihat I waa forgotten."
in til, a g
lpoked up responslvely and caught the
Intensity ot his unguarded interest.
She had colored a little and grown
distantly polite again; but she had
thought: "No young man with eyes
like those can be a fortune hunter!''
Later on a home, however, she had
amended this decision with a sigh:
"One never can tell."
Early on Thanksgiving Day the elder
daughter of the Drummer family ar
rived with her husband and two chil
dren. Also quaint Uncle Lem appear
ed, wearing a gay brocaded waistcoat
and a spreading white tie in honor of
the rare occasion.
After a little whispering beyond the
hearing of the master of the house
Uncle Lem announced that be wanted
to see something of the city.
"City? I carl show you nearly the
whole state before dinner time," boast
ed Caleb Drummer, and ordered his
car. "I'm some driver. I km, Lem.
Come along, Wallace. Kids want to
go?" .
bed blindly. "I have wanted to know
yon ever tine X first cam bWe, two
months ago."
Mollle looked at him, "Yon wanted
to know me?" she gasped.
Then youll help me? It't only for
one day or I'd never ask you." She
waa too serious for her words to seem
exaggerated. .
1 never said that t wat engaged,
but I gave them to understand that I
waa, and and I had to describe some
one, so I described you. Aunt Jane will
be here In less than three hours."
"And you want me to go with you to
meet her?" Jim asked eagerly.
"Tea, and Just ty with ut over to
morrow," reiterated Mollle. The car
was crowded that night, but Jim man
aged to find seat for Mollle, and
ftood at bet aid wttb proprietary, in
whole trouble formulated when I over
heard a conversation In the office. The
girls were discussing the engagement
of our head clerk. One said, 'It's good
luck to be head clerk. Everyone for
the last 10 years has been engaged to
be married within six months of her
'"Well,. If Clarise Morse gets the
Job the fates will rule otherwise,' 're
plied another. 'She's so dowdy that,
theres' not a man alive who would
look at her a second tlmej Why, she
a frump!' Then they all laughed,
while I came very near crying, for
their remarks were cruelly unjust."
"Ivshould say they were," declared
Jack, glancing admiringly at the dain
ty well gowned figure.
"Don't Judge, me aa I am now," In
terposed Clarise. "I was difforcnt then,
which was only this morning, though
It seems agea ago. Not only was I un
happy over what I heard, hut I was
angry, too. You see, I have to support
mother. Every penny is precious, for
phich reason I make my own gar
ments. I know they are plain and
lacking In style, but I never thought
"Oh, I know," Bobby replied Jiap;
plly but wearily, "noWyMr. Green take
me home. I'll tell you the street." "
Mr. Green took the tired boy In his
arms, and carried him to his car at the
edge of the sidewalk.
Meanwhile Mrs. White and Mildred
were frantically hunting for the little
boy. It seemed strange that be bad
disappeared from his playground, and
that the little sled should be unused.
" 'Phone Mr. Green to help," Mildred
said at last.
Mr. Green came as soon at he was
summoned, for he was much Interested
in his little tenant.
But he was greatly surprised when
Mrs. White met him at the door.
' "It can not bo Grace, my old friend,
can it?" He asked vaguely, at be
grasped the door for support.
Mrs. White smiled a moment In
spite of her worry but remained silent.
"Andt have you known all along?'"
Mr. Green continued.
"Yes," she assented, "that Is why
Mildred alwayspald the rent. I did
1 H m L'J MUHB
But tho "kids" preferred to Investi
gate further the wonders of the band
some new house and to bask in the
society of their beloved Aunt Sophia.
"Don't hurry, pa," advised the latter.
"It Mr. ileade comes In, I'll take good
care of klni."
Mr. Meade appeared in due time; and
he could not restrain the look of won
der on his face when the Drummer
door was opened by Sophia herself
Sophia, clad in a simple frock of dark
blue and wearing a little ruffled white
apron. v.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Meade,," she
greeted him blithely. Don't try to con
ceal your surprise, for there's more to
follow. All our servants are offfor the"
day. Pa is out in his car with some
Of our guests; and If you want to see
ma, you'll have to come Into the kitch
en. Or perhaps you'll like to help me
with the dining room decorations."
Thus Mr. Felix Meade was made an
accomplice In the scheme which had
been brewing for several days In the
C ;
Dy'Aigia Frances Brooks:
"W must b lure and address each
other by our Christian names, Mollie,"
cautioned Jim,' pulling ber hand
through his arm aa they left the ear.
"There she is now," gasped Mollie.
"Courage," Jim breathed in her ar
"Just remember and act natural" The
next minute Mollle and the tall, angu-
lar figure faced each other.
"Oh, Mollie, Boston It honied. I
never wat so scared In all my life.-1
wouldn't start on a journey Ilk this
again if you were engaged to 40 men."
That night tbey partook of a hot sup
per in Mollie't room.
After 'Jim had returned to hit own
room. Aunt Jane turned to Mollle.
"WetT, I am surprised. And he la.
studying for a lawyer? How did he
aver, hanpea to fancy; you, Uolliat4 '
By Elsie Endicott
myself a frump. In my pocketbook
waa a hundred dollar bonus from the
firm. For several weeks I had beer)
dickering between some new bedding
and a phonograph. All of a sudden, In
a freniy of tempor, I decided what to
buy. At a fashionable garment store
I ordered tho' latest style gown. In
stock. They gave it to rue, assuring me
'that the lines were the Very essence of
style. Having donned the creation, I
headed tor the street. On the way to
the tunnel I realised how tight the
skirt waa. Such mincing baby steps
I had to talle! It was ridiculous aud
uncomfortable, and already I was re
gretting the purchase when I arrived
at the long flight of stairs."
"I see now," exclaimed Jack. "You '
hesitated, wondering how In the world
you were ever going to got down. Then
you heard the train below and forgot
the tight skirt in your haste to catch
the car. After the first step you felt
like a bronco hobbled at the anklet
and down you went in headlong dash
into my arms."
"Well, you know the ending better
than I do."'
not know how you felt" ,
"I was always sorry that I lost
track of you," be answered, "but -come,
we must lifok for the boy!"
Just then there was a tramping on
the stairs and a little voice was call
ing, "Mother, mother, I've found him!
I've found my 'sled friend'!"
"Your 'sled friend'?" Mr. Green
gasped, as be followed Bobby up tho
"What do you mean and where havo
you been?'' hit mother cried, as she,
drew him ti her. "Mr. Green has just
come. to help hunt for you. He Is wait
ing now in the parlor,"
"Gee." Bobby muttered under his
breath, as his eyes fell on the back of
a gray head and , a pair of broad,
square shoulders. -
Suddenly his mother left him and
rushed to meet the man In the parlor,
who had risen excitedly to his feet. No
one seemed to know Just what hap
pened then, but Bobby was soon raised
to. his friend's shoulder and a hsppy
voice was crying In hit ear. "Meet my
i b u Vis ih ra HI
Phil Moore
a ft'3 n ra h
Drummer household. And when Caleb
Drummer returned with bis guests, U
was Sophia who opened the door again.
"Got a good appetite?" she said gay
ly. "For we're going to have a real
old-fashioned Thanksgiving dinner.
Mother and Emma cooked It, and I'm
going to serve It."
"What the what " began the
astonished man; and then he saw Felix
Meade's smiling face. "See here,
Meade, you In this, too?"
''I fell In." Meade laughed boyishly.
Need any help carving the turkey, Mr.
With his hand on the young man's
shoulder, the master of tho house
movedNo the dining room. The mod
ern elegance of the room's Interior had
been concealed beneath rustic decora
tions of Interlaced boughs and wood
land foliage. Fall flowers of (the sort
which country gardens yield were
massed abundantly and In the center
was a long tablo set In lavish old-fashioned
style and offering a feast sucb as
"Now, rd advise you to restrain your
curiosity. Aunt Jane. Jim wont stand
It." The next night, after teeing Aunt
Jane off at .the station, Mollle was just
fitting her key in the lock when Jim
ca out "May I come in a moment?"
he asked.
Ha took her bat and gloves as she
removed them.
. "Yon look alt In," . he exclaimed
tenderly. "Have tou bean to supper?"
Mollle nodded. "You have been a good
sport, Jim," the began bravely, "and
I never can tell you how grateful I
in. She held out her hand. Tou
may take the ring off now, and let our
engagement end." '
Jim's hand went over MoHIe'a. "You
havent heard the newt yet In three
week I get my degree, and the fol
lowing. eek I am to b toad & junior.
By JoelTa Johnson I
- -WniliiM, Tim iia inrt 1r i rfc i HI i liflm, ' nlMWiiinait i"T .-
i "The end Isn't yet," Jack protested
boldly.. "The great collegiate gafae
femes oft tomorrow. Will you be there
aa my guest to root for met Wear your
home-made duds, though. I'm not
strong for style when It Movelopg Into
Clarise promised readily, ant the
next afternoon, clad In a warn, home
made garment she shouted, yelled and
cheered tor Jack Saunders.
There was only one fly In her oint
ment. It she hadn't thrown away one
hundred good dollars for style! The
girls, said that she could not catch a
man without belna stylish. Her eyes
wandered back toVack, who happened
to be looking tier way,-which action
was becoming more and more frequent,
and she glowed with pride and Joy,
This time the girls were wrong. Jack
didn't care she stored suddenly.
The truth loomed up monumental. She ,
did owe her happiness to her fashion
able gown. If It hadn't been tor the
freakish, one hundred dollar tight
skirt, she would never have met her
triumphant fullback!
A Long Watt. '
Bsy Passenger to Railway Tortei I
say, bow much longer are we going to
wait at this station? I've been here aa
hour Already. 1
Porter That's nothing, my son.
I've been hero fifteen yeara.
dad, Bobby. We had a little foolish
trouble a number of yean ago, and we
were both too proud to give In until
we felt that It wat too late. And now,
sonny, see what you have done. You
have given my father back to me, and
I know that hp cares." .
"Yes, my boy," broke In Mr. Green,
8r. "You have found my son for me."
Bobby did not understand it all, but
he felt .strangely happy.
After supper e sat thoughtfully on
his sled. He felt a little bit lone
some. He could bear hla mother and
Mr. Green, Br., talking and laughing
merrily together. And bit lister and
the younger Mr. Green seemed to be
enjoying themselves, too.
"Gee," he sighed softly, as he hogged
bis battered teddy bear closer. J"Per
haps after they get through with each
other they will give mo a chance," and
laying his curly head down on hia little
red sled, be fell asleep.
"Does your husband suffer from hla
"Yes, but not half to much as the
rest of us do!"
She Did the Talking.
' Louise Have you a speaking ac
quaintance with Mrs. Teller?
Julia No, Just a listening one.
Caleb Drummer's mother and Caleb
Drummer's wife had been proud to pre
pare In the years gone by.
Caleb Drummer rubbed bis hands to
gether gleefully before he began hit
task of carving the plump brown
fowl that lay before him.
"A good old-fashioned Thanksgiving
dinner. No fuss and ceremony,"' he
chuckled. "Great isn't It? I'll bet thlt
anlts you, too. Meade. Eh?"
He fell heartily to his task. But
across the (able a pair of soft blue
eyes encountered the open' glance of
honest brown ones.
"She's just a dear littlo girl, after
all," reflected Felix Meade ardently.
"He's not a fortune hunter. One can
tell," derided Sophia, and waa deeply
' a
Barber, llair cut, sir?
Customer. No, not a hair cut; only
a mouthful of lather, fifteen minutes
of onion breath and the tip ot my ear
cut off.
Proof of II. '
, "Why do you think Edith Is so easy
to please?" '
"Well, she says she plays the piano
only for her own pleasure."
member ot our Arm. Now, Mollla, can't
w continue our engagement until
about June and then get along well on
my salary?" He punctuated hit ques
tion with caresses that convinced Mol
lle of his sincerity.
"$o you mind, Jim, If 'I use thlt for
the engagement ring?" asked MoUla, .
holding np the little diamond.
"Mind," oried Jim. "Why, MotHe. I
vw all my happiness to that lftxI4 ,
ring and Aunt Jane."
i .
A Cynical Impret irioa.
"I can remember," eamment4 th1
sarcastic constituent, "when a man
could get pretty far ahead, limply by;
looking wise." . . '
"I shouldn't be surprised It tftnea
bad changed," replied Senator Soti
gbum. "It sometimes seems to ma
that it't getting to a man doeant area ,
have to look that way." '
0 .
Quito Devoted, '
Phyllls-'-H teems very fond of hi) '
wife. - .
Joan Very! He doesn't tsrea 8n4,
fault with the wi stie'g brlnftaj trj,
Kb cUIdrcat . ' .