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sday Evening, June 2, 1925 'THE EUGENE ODABQ Seven ' (Continued irom pace one) - Glory answered. e-ne coma ieet jfr he"rt thumpin in her breast. 'You knew I was mad about you , j-fir ago, and that I'd have mar ried y like Bnot yu'd (ked m" she went on with diffi culty. "But you didn't ask me." I kuow," Stan'B voice was very low. "But that doesn't make it any easier for me now . . . It's im possible for me to realise that you're mother man's wife!" The little blue car slid to a stand -till at the side of the lonely road. An automobile whizzed by on the pavement. But Glory didn't hear it. The world for her at that moment. vas bounded by the rough fabric of Stan's coat, as it brushed her cheek . by the hard ring of his arms that held her close. "If he loves me the way I love him, he'll want me to leave Dick," ghe thought to herself. Hut did Stan want her to leave Dick? 1-id he care for her as she did for him? Iid he want her forever . . . or just for the panning moment's tfi rill? . , . Glory wondered. She never had been sura of 'Way. burn as she had been sure of Dick. She never had trusted him. . . . And yet there was no one else in the world who was thrilling to her as Stanley Way burn was thrilling! "Here comes a car, ICussct. We'd better drive on," Stan said in a matter-of-fact voice. "There's a farm house along here on this road where we can stop for some tea ... if you'd like it." ttiory straightened her hat, and - started the car. "I would," she said with a brisk ness that matched his own. "I had no lunch and I'm famished." The farm-house whs a loweaved brown one. A copper kettle hung beside its green front door. Within they sat at a little table be fore an open fire. The plump bloud woman who kept the tea-house bustled about in the kitchen that could he seen through the open doorway. Presently there was a smell of browning toast, and of fragrant tea. Stan leaned ocross the table. He pulled Glory's doeskin gloves off, and lipid her cold hands in his. He said nothing. He seemed only to want to look nt her. His eyes were eager ns if he were filling them with her beauty ... so that he coiilrl remember it, afterward. Glory knew that she was pretty that day. The wind had made her eres and cheeks glow. And more over she was wearing her new elothes ... the clothes she had bought with Dick's money so that she should be beautiful for Stan's eyes! "I'm a bad wife," she said in an undertone. "I've no business to be here with you, Stanley, when I've a bti.ib.mrl of my own." Wayburn laughed a little. He pressed her hands, so that it Beemerl that the little bones in them would (nap. "Don't talk about btisbonds. Let's not waste our time when we're to gether talking about anything but you . . . and me," he said. "Do you know that your hair is the nicest color . . . like beech leaves with the sun on 'em?" "And whnt color is Myra Gail's hair?" Glory asked bitterly. "Don't remember!" Stan answered gilbly. "You're a jealous little cat, iren't you. Russet?" (lory frowned. "I am. I admit Jt,' she said. "You quite spoiled my dinner the other nipht when I saw you in that res-1 taurant with that Chotek woman!" 1 Stan mused. "Honya Chotek, a very capable ac- ress," he commented. "She's had a most interesting career. She was Novelist "hn idle, at rest, I thing we like best U simply to sit down and rear s". gladly we shout, l''ie books you turn out, Are things that take care of need. Fashion Plaques Th D-kti that nsM to beio H" ' nwtrd roam somewhere directly f the chin has now changed it :v'1 and makes the nspe of the it starting pr-int. n summr a trimming of this rt the rule. Beatrice Burton I b i rH y& y& VT-X J .k i t Jji; v .Hsof vj In the car was a woman, alone. Mother imprisoned in Russia for a year at the beginning of the war . . ." "I wish she were there, now!" Glory cried. "1 wish they'd never freed her!" "They didn't free her. She es caped." Stanley went on, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Then she went to France " "Oh, will you bo still nhout her! I don't want to know anything about the women you're in love with . . . or have been in love with!" Glory cried. The farm woman brought in their tea. "Cream" Glory asked. "No, thnnks." "Sugar?" "One lump, please." "I love to pour your tea," Glory said when the woman had again dis appeared into the kit. 'hen. "I love to do little homey thing a for you." w ayburn took one of her hands again. "Pretending that we're married, you and I?" he asked, ' Glory nodded. She couldn't trust her voice. "It would be nice," Stan's tone was flat. Glory knew that he didn't mean it. And yet, somehow, she hoped with all her soul that he did mean it! They finished their tea and toast. And the farm woman laid the bill on the tnhle. Glory took out her tiny mirror and ! powder box and dusted her nose. She j buttoned her fur coat close about ber neck, and drew on her gloves. j Stan leaned aeross the table. i "I'm in a denee of a fix," he said r In a low tone. "I've forgotten my bill folder. I must hnre left it on my dresser at the hotel. . . . Will ymt lend me a couple of dollars to pay the check?" "Why, of course," Glory replied eagerly. In her new beaded bag was a five dollar bill that Dick had given hir to buy gasoline, that morning. She passed it across the table to Stanley. When the change came Stanley absently stuffed it into his trousers pocket. "When he gets back to the hotel, and discovers that he forgot to give me my change, he'll have a fit," Glory laughed to herself. Outside the clear afternoon light had faded a little. The fields 4ay brown and barren under the bleak sky. Glory felt a little melancholy as she turned her car toward the city. She hated the nought of leaving .Stan of going home to Dirk, and the dull evening. "Isn't this matinee day?" Glory asked. "Why. of course it is! ... . Why aren't you at the theater, giv ing the matinee girls a thrill?" "The company's gone blooey," Wayburn snid. "It disbandfd last Saturday. That's what amused me so back there, when you were raving ahout Sonya fhotrlt. She left town Sunday. I'll probably never see her again Glory laughed. "And Myra Gail leaves for Europe iood she and her husband!" she said. "So that both of my deadly rivals will be gone and I'll have you all to myself!" "Will you like that?" Stanley asked. "I thought all women enjoyed being iealoiis." "Knjoy being jealous:" Glory re-j peated. j ! It seemed to her at the moment ! that the thing she would most enjy ' in the world would be to know that ; Stanley Wayburn was blind when it i came to seeing other women .... to ' know that she would never have to be j jealous of bint again! "Get over on your side of the read i ... a car's trying to pass us!" Stanley said, looking bark over his shoulder. Glnry nosl in toward the right-hand fide of the road. In the ear was a woman, alon. She looked sharply into Glory's mr, as she psd it. Mother Gregory! Glory almost ran the er off the road into the muddy ditch beside it, it her eyes met thoe of Dick s mother. "What's- the matter now?' Stan skd. "Oh. nothing much eiept that that was my husband' mother who passed us Just now in that car!" Glory answered. -Did "he see you? Are you 'jre?" Sua asked. E1W1MI 02 sedwcb tnci She looked sharply as aha passed. Gregory! Glory laughed mirthlessly. "I'll say she saw me! And you, too! She looked daggers at us both! Oh, what will I do?" Stanley pondered. "Tell the truth," he suggested. "After nil, what did we do that was wrong? .... Yon happened to meet me out on this road. You didn't know I was here. It was just a chance mpptinir . tell v.ir Knu. a& all about it the minute you get nome. Hut when Glory ran Into her house. Kanghitd told her that Dick hod phoned to say that he was going to stay downtown for dinner with some men from out of town. "And Mrs. Gregory telephoned just a minute ago. She wants you to cnll At a barguln ole Owen O'Doud Houeht a suit that was certainty - (1) He remarked, "I (21 That it looks .like a (31 Rut I'm easy to find in a ." (4) M) Flamboyant, obtrusive. I2t Admit with reservation. Conglomeration. 4 Three, an assemblage. MUTT AND JEFF Jerry On the Job 3 Guesvr vt's Bbttes. tv tf.l "TbVftiTE VS'.A A MOTEsj l Aim: lose 1 U, BE MTJV PouTS- f "THAT -WAS A riNC IMA -'&fWi3iM'tt " wHP AP V C H16 F W0ulWT 'i I W WHAT IP r SHOWSB SSf KNW t'rANOT.V OF MINC I HCARD TMAT afWM T TR NjVTHff CuBS?yl PART (AJiTH vVfeSL WAf? ("VFAOSIej i.SA TO Be INTIMlDAjeD'.'. A TRtBfi oe MATWS TW 3 HAUT, MONTfteAL, rV. THcaa. I KJ FACT, fW -yT HIS VILLA(4 $T Vvou'LL Go BAcKTHSRe J MU.es PROM HfiS HAV4 - veffY TORotoTO, quBC fcfl JT ns NAVry I A A(JAlN .j, j IMTH MORNING. X A SOZGN BABY LIONS VTT AMD iPokANia. IS CP about it 1 J J FeDfATO $ 6sr J 2f0 1 ! 1 i - V '"-nfirf-i , her as aoon as possible. Uanrblld said primly. Glory sat down at the telephone table and looked up Mother Gregory's telephone number. Slowly and uu wilitugly she took the receiver from ha hook. Mother Gregory herself answered the telephone. "I want to see you. Glory,' he said in her quick. business-Uka way. "Can you run over her for a minute or two?" "I suppose ao." Glory answered, and bung up the receiver. (To he coutinued tomorrow.) In New York Bv JAMES W. DEAN EW YOKK, June 2. Komance flows through New York streets N at this time of year. Yet it is romance mostly fur the young and it is ever tinged with the tragedy of old ,age on the outer edge of the scene. This tragedy is depicted in the great number of people here who walk along talking to themselves. Within the week four out-of-town vis itors have called my attention to the great number of men and women they have noticed talking to themselves. I do not know why this should be so, except that it be for the distrac tion of the great noise and jangle of the city. That might cause people to shout out their thoughts in order to concentrate. This probably is invert ed logic, but sometimes the city does seem so noisy that one cannot think. On the other hand, no place ia ao lonesome to a lonesome man or wo man as a crowded, merry street where others pass in gay conversation. May be New York's self-talkers talk aloud just to hear their own voices in the surrounding babble. Seen at one of the busiest corners in Manhattan during the evening rush hour: A traffic cop studying horse racing results while directing traffic. And I am reminded of the story of Bill Newton, a uewsplcture salesman, hill rode up Eighth avenue, starting in at Thirty-fourth street, with a quart bottle of whisky. At each cor ner he ordered the taxi to atop so that he could offer the traffic cop a drink. When he reached Forty-second street there wasn't a drop left in the bottle. Inconsequential statistics: Enough chewing gum could be bc raped off tlif floor of the passageway from the subway to the Pennsylvania sta tion to stick enough people together to reach them from New York to Itising Sun, Ind. Age creeps on a fellow as he ram bles about town. As be gees the' pass ing of old landmarks he muses more and more upon the eternul truth that t ine is fleeting and art is not so long after all. For instance, the razing of th Vunderbilt mansion on I'Sfth avenue means the passing of the fin eat Gothic doorway in town. It has been the shrine of many a youthful architect seeking examples of fine art. And the darkened windows in Jack's restaurant on Sixth avenue recall the story of its opening. A great parade was held and thousnnds watched the p"oces(ion to the East Hiver where the ceremony of throwing th ky nwuy wis held. "Jack will nevai' close," a banner proclaimed. idit Jack's is closed. And just this week Joel's on Forty-first street, a restau rant almost as famous, closed its doors for good. Leaburg Graduation Program is Given .. u DEEItHOHN, June 2. (Special) The program for the graduation ex ercises at the Leaburg high has been announced as follows: Invocation, Mr. Frazee, Song, "Tomorrow !nnd." school. Address of welcome, Tbeodorr Lcafdshl. Song, "When the Dew Is on the Rose," school. Class poem, L'nnie Craft. Song. "'In the Garden of Tomor row." Cygle Johnston. Presentation of diplomas, Chair man. Mrs. Currle. Class song. Llnnie Craft. Address. l!t.iO." Profes.ior Tnnner of University of Oregon. Farewell, school. i ' FLAPPER FANNY sys i i e 1W " c- Some wives make men good hus bands. Radio Programs Paolflo Coast KGW, Portland, 401.5 meters: 7:30 S p. m., Weather, police and market reports, news bulletins and baseball scores. 8-0 p. m.. Edwards' Depend able Coffee concert; banjo duets; Mvsterv bora. Juliua Walter, pianist. and Opal McDevitt, contralto. U-10 p. m., Concert by courtesy " ooiacn & Powell, distributors of the General cord tire; Hoso City concert trio. Leona Mourton, contralto. 10 p. m. to midnight Herman Renin's Mult nomah hotel dance orchestra. KFI, Los Angeles, Cal., 407 met ers: 5:30-0 p. m., Examiner's half hour for Shriners: 0-0:13, McDankd's nightly doings; 0:45-7, rndiotoriol talk; 7-8, Aeolian residence pipe or gan recitnl, Dan McFarland, organist; 8-9, Jane, the shopper, from Examin er studio; 0-10, California string quartet, Leoutlne Dp Anna, control to; Grove Lindsay, baritone, and Mar gecita Johnston violinist; 10-H, Pack ard ballad hour, Polly and Hilly Hall, Hoy Wood and Sunshine bund; Way Watts and his ukele and others. KFOA, Seattle, Wash., 434.3 met ers: ti:45-S: 1 " p. m., studio program; 8:30-10. Times program; 10-11, Ed die Darkness and his orchestra. KFWH, Hollywood, Cal., IV' L' met ers: 7:45-1(1 p. in., program, West ern's Niipor-aervtee garage by Union OH company of California; 10-1 1, Warner Hros.' frolic. K(iO, Oakland, Cal., 301.2 meters: 8 p. m., K(iO Little Symphony or chestra; Arthur S. (lorbett, musical interpretative writer; Agnes 1 lerxer, soprano; 10-1, Henry Halsteada or chestra. KIM, Los Angeles, Cal., 405.2 me ters: 5:30-0 p. m., Lcinhton's Arcade cafeteria orcheatra, Jack Croushaw, leader; 0-0-.;t0, Art Hickman's Hilt more hotel concert urchestru, Edward Fitspntrick, director: H:M(l-7:.iit, Jit t lo stories American history,. Professor Walter .Svlvcutrr llerlxng: weekly vis it of C'ueen Titania and the Saudiiiftn from riitrylnnd, Uncle John; :IH-N, Piggly Wiggly girls' string trio; H-'O, program, Southwest Engineers; 10-11, CROSS-WORD FOR LITTLE' FOLKS Answer. MATB3HE.N ADO W&JJE NIQDAQjAT U N T I LLJ UIJA R MLJN TAlNLJE.WE- Mutt's Gonna Show One u Hi 11 H III U I II I I i sill ..II - -r a I II . r i y y y 1 'IK Art Hickman's Itiltmore hotel dance orchestra. Earl iturtnett, leader; II Shriners' hour, presenting Aleppo Shrine band and chanters of Hostou, Verne I. Powell, flutist. KNX. Hollywood, Cel., a.tti.9 me ters: 6:30-8:13 p. m., Wurlitier pipe organ recital; Sid Ziff's sports talk; 6:lo-l:!t0, travel talk, W. F. Alder; :.t0-7:;i0, Don Clark's La Monica ballroom orchestra; 8-0, KNX fea ture program; 0-10, program, Inde Itendent Furniture Manufacturing i company; KM J, movie night at the j Ambassador. Abe Lyman's Cocoanut j Grive dance orchestra, j KPO, San Francisco. Cal.. S.3 ! meters: 3:30-4:30 p. in.. Palace ho. j trl dance orchestra: 5:30-11:20, child ; ren's story hour. Hig brother; t:3.V 7. Stoles Restaurant orchestra; 8-10, 1'. S. army band; Harold Sampson, golf expert; 10-11, Johnny Huick's t shriaiis. KJIt, Seattle. Wash., 34.4 meters 0-0:30 p. m., "What's Doing at the Theaters"; 8:23-8:30, V. S, Weather reports; 8:30-10, Puget Sound Sav ings A Loan association musical. KTCL, Seattle, Wash.. 3V.tt met era 7-8 p. m., Simnud Saw & Steel company, studio program. KFSG. I. ns Angeles. Cal.. 273 met ers: 3:30-4:30 p. in., afternoon organ recital program of Esther Fricke Green, assisted by Helen Stanhope soprano, 'and Sarah Karcher, violin ist; organ uumbers will include, 1, in- i termeiao, by raulkes; J, "Iiurcnrotli from "Tales of Hoffman," by Offen bach: 3, "A Cloister Scene, by Al fred Mason; 0:30-7:30, Angelus hour program, presented through t cour tesy of Harry James lteardsley (Cou sin Jim), assisted by Eugene Lamb and others. i Home Hints CI.BANKR of metal me.h I. n good Invctmcnt, beoiinn. It olPAtin not unci nuns mttph morn cffl cipntljr tlmn ai'raphii with a knifo. It alio aavca tli. wear on a reiular diphfloth. Scissor For Chicken Out up chicken for a salad with a knife Instead of chopping It In the chopping bowl. A pair of shears will do the work effectively, too. Laundry Hint Badly soiled garments should have tliii dirtiest parts dipped in wnter, well soaped and lightly rolled up be fore they arc put to soak. For Muffin l.'Se two level Iciispoiuifuls of bak- Ing powder to 1 cup of flour for tnuf fins and baking powder biscuits. Not Too Brown If the meat you are roasting ap pears to be getting ton brown before It Is thoroughly cooked, place a pan of water In the oven and the steam will prevent scorching. iia Grey Says: VKAHLY three-fourlhs of the let-! 1 tors I receive are from these classes: (Hrls who are looking for some for mula to win the love of some young mutt they admire. (iirls who fesr they ar losing a man's love. Girls who are Jealous of some at tractive flapper. Oirls who admit their efforts to win the attention of young ftomeo has failed. Through all these letters Is nnn dominant tone. It belles the old verse .lhout datdiing young Loch invar riding out of the west to rapture a lady fair. For these letters seem to say that African Chlof Where to Get Ana TriGcaV we it to Voi A '4. JACK DAWS Story by Hal Cochran TOY CAVE TACK amf Dotty sat down on the ground as the ball game started. It 4 surely was funy to see the little men stand up and bat the ball, and then run like everything, around the bases. One of them bit the ball good sound whack, and It sailed away over the ball diamond and then bounded along the ground. IN AS Instant Flip Jumped to his feet and started racing across the field. 'Oo get It, old fellow," shouted Jack. And. while the little round ball nlnyera looked on In surprise, Flip raced to where the ball finally atopped roiling, and picked It up in his teeth. Then he turned and raced back. rrHK little fellow who had bit the as Flip reached the center of man and the dog for the home base. Suddenly there was a great cloud of to arrive first. (Continued.) the Lorhlnvars of today are not men, but women. There's probably many a woman who won't odmit it, but It'a a fort Just the sumo that thn women of to day are pursuing the men, more than men ore pursuing women. And there Is really nothing alarm ing to this fact. Why shouldn't a wmnnn try to win a man ho ad mires V Women no longer are slaves. They have Just as many rights ns men these days. T NKVKH hnv notlead an oyer amount of powder apread OTer your Inn. It'a likely you feel that Hie rouge doesn't count, for I never have nntlrnl A trnre. Your evclnehna haven't Hint atleky-like trace and jour llpa are not rorernl with red. You're satisfied, quite, with your nature-mode face, and you're wlae, 'causa you're using your head. A lot of the foolishness fnshlon decrees has had no effect upon you. four skirts are not shortened way up to your knees, and you're ssne In the things that you do. There once waa a time girls demanded respect through their (ensibla dslnty-llke way. It seema that you knew what would be the effect of tha rashness prevailing toilsy. A worthy eiamplel That'a iust what you are. And you maka ad miration worth while. You're smarter, and sweeter and wiser, by fnr, than the girls who have fallen for style. (Copyright, 11)25, Off )t' An ADVENTURES Drawings by I W. Radnar CHAITER 10 ball had circled around, the bases and the fit Id, It became a race between the On Flip came, and on the man came. dust as bot-h Flip and the man slid MARCEL AND) CtlRL. 7n 486 Washinaton St. Pbons 1246-J. tf. ZOLA IU KG EH. Dr. Ash ton for Chiropractic and Electro-therapy. Opposite Heilig th iter. Phone 800. tf Geo. N. McLean, In mi ranee, 800 Willamette SL Thone 817. it Try Eugene Sptdal lor a good cigar. NEA Service, Inc.) By BUD FISHER (joaxrcms DAILY I Exchange of Correspondence I
