PAGE SIX
1'HK CAPITAL JUUKMAU, SAL. HIM, UKKUUN
TUESDAY, APRIL 21, 1931
LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE
An Old Time Friend
By Harold Gray
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"I WANT TO LIVE!"
The house was still uleep when
Nora had come m Irom the garden
and dressed. She made the atrong
black collee her father liked, and
two slices of toast. Balancing her
father's tray carefully, she went to
tlie door on the second floor and
knocked.
'Come In!" her father's voice
called. -So It's you. Where Is our
slave?"
"Mngdalenna dldnt come."
Her father with a sweep of his
hand cleared the table beside his
bed, knocking Don Quixote on the
floor.
"What have you got there? I feel
like a breast of chicken and Iced
champagne," he said. But he sat
contentedly munching toast and
drinking tlie steaming coffee.
Nora sat down and observed him
lth delight His crest of hair, his
vine-colored eyes, his long face with
its lively expression. His skinny
arms protruded from the sleeves of
his pajama Jacket like brown twigs.
"Hand me my cigarettes. I was
talking to Thayer last night. You
know he's here. He knows of a place
lit the Tyrol . . . the truth Is, Nora.
I cant stand this hole any longer."
He rumpled his dark lialr with
long nervous fingers.
"1m tired of wandering. I'm tired
of meeting people we never see
again. Oh, Julian, let's go home!
I want to live!" Nora cried flinging
out the old cry of youth. "You can't
live when you're always thinking
of money, wondering how you can
pay the next night's lodging, hoping
you'll meet someone who'll lend you
something."
"Well, we'll go home then," he
grinned.
But Nora knew that he would
promise her anything she teked and
allow only a hurt surprise when she
reminded him of it later. But now
his silence was transparent as
silence often is between two people
who have lived long together; so
that she could almost understand
his keen apprutsal of her.
He was looking at her rosy mouth
in the fresh pallor of her face. At
tlie eyes so full of light that her
Irish mother had given her; at the
terrible red blouse she vore and the
slim legs In stockings that needed
darning. But, Julian Lake thought,
disregarding the discrepancies In
her clothes, she was a lovely crea
ture. He seemed pleased. He spoke
from a train of thought that slie
was not slow to follow.
"Take some breakfast In to
Nicholas Thayer, but see If you can't
find some bread that Isn't moth
eaten." "If you'll give me some money."
He wavered toward his cluttered
bureau where brashes and dirty
Rlasses. a ialr of old shoes and a
hall-finished sketch sat companion
ably together. But Nora, having
made a thorough search, showed
him tlieir whole fortune, no more
than five lire.
"Not enough. Well have to pay
Mnigduleima,'' she told him.
"My poor bourgeois child, who
ever heard of paying the good Mag
dalmna? She conies Willi tills vil
la." "Bi:t I'm sure Mrs. Ncvers ex
pected jou to pay her."
"I shall spak to Mrs. Nevcrs!"
lie said seren?ly. "And you might
su,k Nicholas for a few lire. Just as
a loan. Remember our proverb,
Couit where money Is.'"
"Julian!" cried Nora, a fearful
thought leaping Into her mind.
"Why did you ask htm here? You
never liked htm when he was at the
penMoiie."
"Nor did you." her father said.
"If you mi-st live, as you put It, why
not niarvy Thayer? He's deep
enough,. He's bound to make you
nnhaiHi.v. And that's what tile
young call ltvbur. Isn't It?"
She turned and faced him at the
door. Iter lashes lipped up showing
tlie angry brightness of her eyes.
"That man!" the said with a
Ceoin fhe thought stiierb.
"He never looked your way, did
lie?" he oked. his face crenslnn
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Into delighted laughter.
She tried to be very dignified.
opened the door with one hand, but
the tray tilted and a cup slopped
over and she set It straight with a
bang. Outside the door she heard
her father's chuckling laughter.
Still smarting with anger at the
taunt her lather Had flung at ner,
she walked past Nicholas Thayer's
room. The door was open. But ne
was not there. She stopped, arrett
ed, by something she saw on the
table. It was a small painting
propped up against the wall. The
picture seemed to draw to It all the
light and Interest of the room. An
old peasant woman sat before her
dark hearth, looking through her
open door. Sunlight keen and bril
liant streaked across the earthen
floor, lay on her patient folded
hands, her bent head In Its white
coif, the blue of her cotton skirt
Nora moved back and continued
to look at the picture. The trem
bling sunlight, the polished panes
of the window, tlie woman's dark.
lined face.
The painter had laid bare the lite
of the old woman, in the patient
resignation of the face, the folded
hands. It was so unlike the clashing
colors In which her father painted,
that It was as though Nicholas
Thayer had used another medium.
She hurried downstairs, set the
tray with a crash on the table In
the salon and saw that Nicholas
Thayer was walking up and down
the room. He was the very person
that she wanted to avoid, but she
was intensely curious about him.
To the girl of twenty this man In
his early thirties seemed fairly
middle aged. He was a tall and
shaggy fellow in gray tweeds that
had taken on the easy lines of his
body. The curt "Good morning" he
gave her showed tiiat she w as only
an Interruption.
Observing him narrowlv she saw
the structure of his face was vio
lent, with Us Jutting nose and
strong chin. The glance with which
he swept her was penetrating and
cold under a heavy line of brow.
'I wanted to tell you In going
away today," his voice was harsh
like his personality. Nora won
dered what could have attracted
her father to such a man.
(To be Continued
SILVERTON SENIORS
WILL PRESENT PLAY
Silverton The senior high school
class play, ' It Won't Be Long Now,"
will be given hi tlie auditorium ol
the Eugene Field building on Fri
day evening.
Tlie leads are taken by Frances
Stewart and Max Lludholm. Tlie
others In the cast are Tom Ballan
tvne. Ruth Hubbs. Phyllis Wald
ner, Bob Coffey, Olga Green. Steele
Tenmle. Harriet Campbell, Don
Lehman. John Able. George Down
ing and Ray Paulson.
Lou Ann Chase of the senior
high school faculty. Is the director
LaKorest MoDonald student dlrec
tor, Del Davenport, business man
ager: Mary Stalter. property man
ager: Cathryn Bensen, art director
and Evelyn Barr hi charged inaKe
up.
Prize Is Awarded
To Turner Class
Turner The Intermediate Loval
Six-Eight Sunday school class of tlie
Turner Christian church attended in
a delegation Thursday evening, the
Kellems revival meeting at the First
Christian church In Salem. They
were accompanied by their teacher,
Mrs. E. J. Ullstrap and the class
was awarded a picture for the larg
est attendance of a Sunday school
class at the meeting. Twenty-one
members and friends of tlie class
were represented, and the picture
has been placed In their class room
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