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About Capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1919-1980 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 7, 1930)
THK CAPITAL JOURNAL SALEM. OREGON TUESDAY, JANUARY 7, 1930 LITTLE ORPHAN ANNI V; An '--ctive Display By Harold Gray IHESTION mm Y UK WET. VMfA Y-1.TV iwm' ire'. Y. LOO bjt vsse vt 8rK inee PAGE SIX i X i Chapter S ANNE MAKES AN ENEMY The dance at Burkhallers was already in lull awing when Anne and Douglas came In tight of the ranch-house on the following night. A riot of motion and color wavered across the bars of light made by the open windows. The soft rock and sway of youth ful feet keeping time to an old country dance tune, the throb of fiddles and guitars, reached out in fectiously Into the night; above all, rang the stentorian cries of the leader calling out the figures. Anne and Douglas made their way through the crush of onlook ers who thronged yard and porch towards window near the back of the dancing room, where they could watch the scene without call ing attention to themselves. Anne leaned against the window sill, ab sorbed in the picturesque and lively scene.- The hug, bare room was lighted by tuckering oil lamps suspended at Intervals from the walls, casting a vivid glow on the crowd. Most of the women were young, many ol them pretty, and their brightly col lored gowns and the flowers and ribbons in their hair lent charm ing splashes of color to the scene. Around three sides of the room was a dense fringe of spectators for the most part elderly. At the farther end, on a slightly raised nlatform. was the orchestra. There was something vaguely fa miliar about the leader, who was pumping and sawing and rocking over his old fiddle and working his musicians a Mexican with a gui tar, several negroes with banjos, Jews' harps, accordions, etc. up to a perfect fury of rhythm. Anne leaned forward to get a better view of him. '.'Why, there's Sheb," she said. She had forgotten Douglas stand ing beside her. "Who's Sheb?" the latter asked curiously. She pointed to the leader of the orchestra, who was bowing and twisting, keeping time with his head an his feet, and otherwise performing a regular dervish dance in his attempts to work his little band up to a tremendous climax. "How do you know he's named " But Douglas' question was drown ed in the climax which descended at this Juncture with force enough almost to rend the mountains asunder. 1 "That's your real test of youth and vigor," Douglas observed, "an old-fashioned square dance! Our more languorous modern dances are symptoms in themselves of a decadence hte diversion of a less hardy race." Anne nodded somewhat abstrac tedly. She had heard a queer sound close at hand, a squeaky lit tle sound full of distress, and she atood with her head turned toward It. She listened a moment, then walked quickly to a window some dlozen feet .away. Laughing, she beckoned to her companion. "Look. she invited, pointing to the win dow, which was wide open, like all the rest. They both peered Inside. The room was lined literally, from wall to wall, with made-down pallets of gaily pieced quilts. On the pallets were rows of sleeping babies of every conceivable size and com plexlon. That is to say, they were all sleeping but one. He was kick lug frantically and producing cries of indignant protest as he became hopelessly entangled In his blanket. As they watched his head disap peared beneath his covering. Anne made a quick sUn to Doug las to lift her. She leaned over the window sill, reached out and Rtraihlened the blanket, and quiet- ed the youthful dissenter. "That's solving the servant prob lem with a vengeance. Isn't it?" she said, laughing. "It's too bad Mr. Morse couldn t come tonignt: that alone," she motioned toward the babies, "was worth travelling a long way to see." Oh. I don't know about nts coming" Douglas' face was close to her's In the half darkness; she was aware he still held her arms after helping her down. Leon Morse Is all right lor build ing railroads and piling up money but when it comes to making me interesting for a beautiful and high spirited woman" he shrug ged expressively, "at all events, ms loss tonight is my gain I" There was meaning enough In his tone a meaning more unmis takable In his warmer, more ardent clasp on her arms. In his eyes, very close, too, she watched the sudden flame of desire which she had seen so often. Never had that flame in a man's eyes seemed so distasteful to her as it did now. She released herself slowly and turned full towards him. "Did he tell you to say that?" she asked, her voice lightly ironic. "Why I have no idea what you're talking about," Douglas stammered. He was as red as a schoolboy, and his usual poise was gone. "I think you do," Anne returned still lightly. "If he did you can tell him from me that I may Ilirt with every other man In the world, but not with his confidential man Friday!" Douglas winced. His face went from red to purple. He seemed on the point of replying, but cnecked himself. Anne sauntered casually toward the dance floor. He fol lowed. An unpleasant interval of silence was terminated by a strapping giant of a man, who dropped a great, hairy paw on Douglas' snoui der, and drew him to one side. Soon Duoglas spoke to Anne. "I wonder if you will excuse me for a few moments?" I'll find you a seat near one of the windows " She nodded a ready assent and slipped into one of the rustic benches as Douglas bowing disap peared with the giant stranger. Anne looked after them thought fully; she knew that she had made an enemy of the attorney but he had been one anyway she might as well have him in the open and incidentally spare herself the dis gust of his presumptuous love-making. A tuneful melody brought cou ples hurrying back to the dance floor. Anne lost in the Joyous abandon of the scene, her foot beating time, forgot Douglas, lor got herself, everything Presently she became aware of a familiar face among the unfamiliar ones. It was the man she had twice seen before. -"The most unpopular man in the Sierras!" Douglas' phrase leaned to her mind, and he cer tainly seemed to be, for people avoided him as though he were at flictcd with cholera. (To be Continued) OP Kit AT ION IS HLATED Silver ton Bert Terry was taken to Portland the last of the week by his sister, Mrs. John Hoblttt and husband and Mrs. Terry where he is staying with another sister, Mrs. Kull. until he Is strong enough to I undergo a srhus operation at the St. Vincent s hospital Silverton H. A. Brandt of the Hobart district has returned Irom Lostlne where he went to visit his son, Louis, who bought a 130 acre dairy ranch there a short time ago. i Acnoss I, Hut l re tnrial 4. Ili-lltl . IntrrntftlllT lirnnuHU 11. HI J 14. Kiifflnri It. 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