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
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