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PAGE SIX THE CAPITAL JOURNAL, SALEM, OREGON THURSDAY, MAY 21, 1931 LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE One Of Those Things Bv Harold Cray ( "J IOUCUI 101. Chapter is BACK TO AUNT EM'S ' Norm swayed slightly at Damon's erasing words, but she rose with savage will, clutching at the chair back. The rails of the Thayer home were rising and flowing toward lier like a mighty wave that crashed on her to suck her under In the crawl ing undertow. When she looked up she saw Jon was in the room, looking from her to Damon. Damon was speaking with a voice like splintered glass. The pictures on exhibition were not painted by Julian Lake. Nicho las painted them. And alie admits It." "Nora?" Jon cried. His eyes judged her without pity. "You urged me all along not to let your father hive the show. You knew then. , ." "I didn't know I Row could I know?" "Then why did you beg me not to have the pictures exhibited?" "I was ashamed. My father's pic tures were so bad." "You see she must have known ail the time," Damon said In a low olce. "Ood", Jon said as though to himself, "I couldn't have believed looked at him, Imploring bun for understanding. But he would Hot look at her. Nothing she could ay would make them believe. She stood beside her father In the ranks of thieves; thieves who gobbed the dead. She saw Jon f ling out of the room. Damon sat very still, looking down sit her hands. "I must go." She must have said it; but her voice sounded very far away as though it belonged to someone else. It must be her body that was walk ing with such stiff uncertain steps out of the room. It must be she Who had made her way to the high road and began to walk, not know lng where she was going. A man in an old car saw her mov ing uncertainly from one side of the road to the other. He stopped and sked her If be could drive her Into town. She got In without even an swering. He turned to speak to her but he ebw then that tears were running down her cheeks. So they drove to the city where she told him where die lived. He left her at her door. She had even forgotten to thank him. If only she could hide somewhere, she thought, so tliat never again would she have to meet them face to face. She couldn't unlock the door her fingers fumbled so with the key. She began to cry weakly, and then someone had opened the door from the Inside and Fergus stood there locking at her, "What Is the matter?" "Nothing! Nothing! What could be the matter?" she cried wild'.y. But no, this was not the way. She must be quiet and calm. Fer gus took one of her hands. It w as Ice-cold. He led her Into his of fice and shut the door. He brought something to drink. She tried to drink It. But she could not swallow. She put the glass do n on his desk. "It would be better If you would tell me, Nora. I may be able to help you." "Fergus, dont make me." she said piteously, "I'm so horribly afraid." He was looking at her. That was better. He sat In his chair tilted back, looking away from her to the whidow. "If I could go away somewhere" "You can face It, Nora. You're brave," he said confidently. "If I tell you, Ferais, you wont blame him oh Pergus. Julian's like child who takes anything he wants and uses It." Little by little she told him the story. She sat waiting lor his judgment. But none came. His dark head was bent. The telephone rang. It continued to ring and rine. Af'er a while It stopped ring- V llllll BOUC1AI IOI. ing. They still sat there. "I ll go to see him tonight." Fer gus said. "IH tell him all you have told me. The show must be closed. I'll ask him to promise that the paintings shall be turned over to Jon Thayer. He can do as he chooses about It. I'm afraid your father wul have to face It. "He's never faced anything la his life. He s always run away." "That, too, can be managed " "You are good, Fergus. Fran used to tell me but I never knew until now you don't think Julian Is wicked? He Isn't he's only" "Pitiful," Fergus said. For the first time tears rolled over her cheeks. "I'm sorry, Nora." "Don't be sorry for me. X can bear It. It doesn't matter to me. It's for him. He Isnt selfish, Fer gus. He wanted all this for us. For Fran and Aunt Em, for me. Hs was going to make us happy. He had such plans " "You're going up to bed now, Nora. Ill give you something to make you sleep. You don't want to sea your aunt now?" She only shook her head. He left her at the head of the stairs with two white tablets. She caught his hand and laid it against her cheek. "I hope you'll be happy you and Fran," she choked. Then without knowing what she did she tore off her clothes and got Into bed. After a night of misery she got up and went downstairs. She could barely meet Hallle s eyes, but Hallls began to talk rapidly and nervously about a story she was writing. The children were subdued. A cloud seemed to hang over the house. Nora went to the office as usual; but Mr. Dusenbury after one look at her face did not say anything about her absence of the day before. Everyone was so licitous and remarked that she looked ill. "I see your father has an exhibi tion of paintings in the city," Miss Brown, the bookkeeper said, but Nora turned away so abruptly the kind little woman was hurt. Somehow she got through the day and when she came down the wooden steps that evening she saw Fergus himself standing waiting for her. Yes, he had seen her fath er. The show would be closed. But Fergus seemed to liave little else to say. "What Is he going to do?" Nora gastied. "He's going away. He says he'll let you know later." "Oh, Fergus! Fergus I" They were in the car now. Fergus brought out something and gave it to her. It was a check. Nora sat looking helplessly dmvn at this money that would meau salvation for all of them. "Fergus, would you take me out to Jon s now I d like to give them this money. Then I shall see what thev want me to do. "Nora, you're a little brick!" he said. Her eyes looked at him with do snalr. "If you only knew I'm not. I d rather die than face Damon. She seems to hate me. And they believe that I that I knew it all the time You know I wouldn't do a thing like that, don't you?" He caught her hand and gripped It hard. "It's better to get It over at once. I'll drive you out there now, if you say." Nora saw they were going along the river road. She asked him, "Do Hallle and Aunt Em know?" "I told them." "I suppose they think I . . knew." "They believe utterly In you." Nora's eyes burned; she put Iter cold hanfls against her cheeks. "I must be brave." she told her self over and over. Fergus left her at the door of the Thayer house. "Fergus, do you mind leaving " V HM-IA-tAtltt. V . . . . . . . II . . wn' unnrYnQ must A VERS l(ls.RP. StEMS tOCTR- BEUCVE HE VJttV, lMTeftESTNGlVs""f","T MUCH 1 OOCTUR," NH,T He TO 5&e V I T. 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