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