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About Ashland American. (Ashland, Jackson County, Or.) 1927-1927 | View Entire Issue (May 13, 1927)
The Leading Lady Fermentation, Bloating, IVerron*. By GERALDINE BONNER S T O R Y FR O M T H E S T A R T W h ile despondent over the en forced hiding o f her fiance, Jim Dallas, slayer in self-defense of Homer Parkinson, member o f an influential family, Sybil Saunders, popular actress, is engaged to play Viola in a charity perform ance o f ‘T w e lf t h Night" on Gull Island, on the Maine coast. A fte r the play, which is a big hit, W a l ly Shine, official photographer, learns something of the jealousy existing in the company. C H A P T E R I— Continued The photographer shouldered his camera and went toward the house. He skirted the side balcony, the wide fliyig doors giving a glimpse of un en trance hall, and turning the corner emerged upon the land front of the long capacious building. Hayworth showed across the channel in u clus tering of gray roofs from which smoke skeins rose straight Into the suave rose-washed sky. The water rushed between, a swollen tide, threads of white dimpled eddies, telling of Its racing speed. The door on this side of the house opened directly Into the living room. No hall within or porch without inter fered with the v ie w ; the path ended unceremoniously at the foot of two broad steps that led tq the threshold. On the lower of these steps Shine found a lady sitting smoking a ciga rette. This was the Maria of the cast, Mrs. Cornell In private life. Shine had found her as easy as himself, good humoredly loquacious und not Involved In the prevailing discord. An admir able person to clear up mysteries. He sank down beside her on the step and took the cigarette box she Hipped toward him. “ Wouldn’t you think,’’ she said, "a man as rich as this Driscoll would tlx up round here better?" Shine, who had artistic responses, had long learned not to Intrude them on the uninitiated. “ I guess he liked it wild," he sug gested, and lit a cigarette. Shine had been in the grove of pines, a growth of stunted trees filling in a hollow. He had followed the path through it, up the slope to the summer house and beyond to where the bluff dropped away la a sheer cliff to the channel. They called the place "The Point" ns it projected beyond the 6horb line In a rocky outthrust shoul der, gulls circling ubout it, water seething below. He looked there uow, let his glance slip along the curve of headlands till It reached the two girls, perched on u boulder like a pair of bright-plumaged birds. He was think ing how to approach the matter In his mind, when Mrs. Cornell went on: "I don't see what anyone wanted to build a house here for—cut off this way. It’s too lonesome. With the tide at the full as It Is now you can’t get ashore without a motor boat. You know that current's something fierce." He looked down at it, fts rushing corded surface purple dark: “ Looks to be some current." “ It would carry you out and ‘Good night’ to you. Gabriel who runs the launch told me. Set’s right out to sea someway. And the rise and fall to It —I couldn’t tell you #how many feet It Is, but you’ll see for yourself tonight If you're awake— all the channel bare, nothing but rocks and mini. And across the middle o f it to Hayworth, a causeway. That’s the only way you can get ashore at low tide. High or low you're pretty Well marooned. It's seclusion, all right, If thut's what you're ufter.” Shine was after Information nnd with the talk running on tides and causeways he snw no chance o f get ting it. So he tried to divert the gar rulous la d y: “ That's Miss Saunders and Miss Tracy out there looking at the sun se t’’ Mrs. Cornell answered with em phasis : “ Yes, they’re friends." “ Aren’t you all?” “ Some of us knew each other before we came here," was her cryptic reply. Then she added pensively: “ Six months ago you'd never have found Sybil Saunders looking at a sunset. She was the brightest thing!" “A w fu l misfortune that what hap pened to her.” She gave a derisive sound at the In adequacy of the w o r d : "H a h — a w f u l! Took the heart right out o f her. I f you ever saw a girl In love It w as she— bound up In him. Everything ready, the wedding day set, the trousseau made." T ears rose In her eyes and she dove Into her tight-fltting bodice for a handkerchief. "N e v e r to be worn, Mr. Shine— that's Ufe." Shine gave forth sympathetic mur mura and Mrs. Cornell, dabbing at her •yea. furnished data between the dabs: "T w o men drinking too much and WHu Sí'.Tie« (Copyrifht by The B obbe-M errlll C o.) then a fight, and before anybody knew, murder. I f there hadn't been a brass candlestick near Jim Dallas' hand it would never have happened. Honest to God, Mr. Shine, there was nothing evil in that young man. But the Park inson family are camped ou ids trail. The evil’s In them, if you ask me, with their rewards and detectives.” " I wonder if she knows where he is." “ 1 guess there's more than one won dering that,” the lady murmured. Shine looked at the page's figure on the rock. She carried the thing stamped on her face. He had noticed It particularly where he bad taken the photogruphs of her in the living room. Once or twice the mask had been dropped and he had seen the droop ing lines, the weariness, and some thing like fear on the delicate fea tures. For a space they smoked In silence. Bound the corner of the house the tall figure of Stokes strolled into view. At the sight of them he nodded, walked down to the wharf and dropped on h bench. Shine lowered his voice: “ What’s the matter with him?” Mrs. Cornell met Ills eyes; her own were narrowed and sharp. “ What makes you think anything Is?” “ Ills wbole makeup—something’s wearing on him.” She blew out a long shoot of smoke and, watching It, murmured: “ Y’ es, It’s out on him like a rash. He’s crazy about Sybil, if you want to know what’s the matter with him.” “ Oh !’’ It came with an understand ing inflection, the haggard glances ris ing on Shine’s memory. “ Can’t hide It, doesn’t want to hide It. There’s no shame in him, trackl v ' after the girl. And it’s not as if he got any encouragement. She can’t hear him; that’s why she has Anne Trucy out there, afraid if she sits alone five minutes he’ll come loping up. You’d think If he didn’t have any pride he’d have some feeling for his wife. She’s half crazy with jealousy, burning up with it. These purple pas sions are all right In books, Mr. Shine, hut believe me they’re uot comfort able to live with.” “ I felt it.” “ I guess you would, It’s In the air. All of us cooped up in this place where you can’t get off. Sybil and Joe Tracy ready to light ut the drop of the hat and Flora going round in circles und Stokes like one of those fireworks that sturts sputtering und you don’t know whether they’re going to explode or die on you. I tell you I’ll be glad when we get out of here tomorrow morning.” There was a footfall In the room behind them und Mrs. Cornell turned to see who was coming. “ Oil, Flora,” , she said. “ Come out and take a look ut the sunset. It’s something grand.” The woman stepped out and stood beside them. She had changed her costume and her narrow blue linen dtess outlined her too slender figure. Shine thought site would have been pretty if she had not looked so worn and thin. He noticed the brightness of her dark eyes, brilliant und quick moving as a bird s. There wfts red on her cheekbones, a flushed patch that was not rouge. Mrs. Cornell’s expres sion recurred to him, “ burning up’’— the meager body, the hot high color, the dry lips resolutely smiling, sug gested Inner fires. ‘Yes,” she answered, “ it’s a wonder ful evening.” Take a cig.” Mrs. Cornell offered the box. Sit down, there’s plenty o f room. ’ Shine moved up. “ No, I can’t sit down. There’s some thing about the air that makes you restless— too stimulating, maybe." She raised her-voice and called to her hus band, “ Aleck, aren’t you coming in to change your clothes?" Without moving, the man called back: “ Not yet. There’s no hurry.” She turned to Shine with a lltle con doning air of wifely tolerance: "Mr. Stokes has been shut up so long in town he can t get enough of the fresh air.” "H e ’s enjoying the scenery, too,” Shine answered, and saw her eyes travel to the two figures on the rock. "Oh, that of course— that’s the best part of It.” Then In a tone o f bright discovery: “ Why, look where Anne and Sybil are l H ave tney been there long?” __ • Ever since I’ve been here.” Mrs Cornell’s voice was more than sooth ing bluffly reassuring as the voice of one who tells a child there Is no ghost. " * n d ever since Mr. Shine got througn the plcturesl W allow ing In the beau ties of nature like the rest of us." “W on’t you wallow, too?” Shine Engineer Cressy Praises Taniac C u rre • indicated the long uuoccupiod space on the step. She shook her head: “I like moving about. Something In this pluce gets ou my nerves, it’s like being In a jail.” Ou u deep breath she shot out, “I hate It,” and stepped buck into the room. “Going?” Mrs. Cornell veered round to follow her retreating figure. “Yes. I eujoy the scenery better when it hasn’t got people lu it.” They looked at each o th er; a still minute of eye communication. “She’s u>i worked up,’’ he mur mured. H er answer w as to point to the two g ii’s and then to Stokes: "N ow she'll keep her eye on them from somewhere else— probably the side piazza. T h at’s the way you ure when you're Jealous— the sight of It kills you und you can't stop wutch- ing.” “L o r d !” whispered Shine into whose life no such gnuwing passions had en tered. And he thought of the girl In the page's dress who was ufruld to sit ulone, and the man on the w h arf brooding within sight of her, and the woman who w as hovering round them like a helpless distracted bird. LIFE IN FORT MINK A fter Mrs. Ti*ofus had kissed her husband effusively, she promptly asked for five dollars, which he as promptly refused. “ P lg l I lavish those nffectlons upon you. I kiss you, and yet you refuse me those five dollars.” “H ere are those five dollars,” re sponded the Fort Mink philosopher and guide. "N o w I can’t afford any more kisses Just at present." THEN THE IRON FLEW The three men left on the w h arf went up the path to the doorway where Shine and Mrs. Cornell had re sumed their seats. ¡Shine w as struck hy their difference of type— If you went the world over you couldn’t find three more varied specimens. The only one he liked was Bassett, some thing square and solid about him and a good straight look In his eyes. And he’d a lot of authority— the w ay he managed this wild-eyed hunch showed that. <TO BE C O N T IN U E D .) The striking bit of “B ig Ben," Lon don't most famous clock, weigh* I3Vfc ton*. Health IteltomL Cain* 26 Pound* “Taniac did me so much good that I , has-e bepn boosting! itwhejievcrl could, 1 says B. Creasy, WoQ Ellis St., San Fran cisco, a well-known electrical engineer. "Stomach trouble wae the seat of my trouble. \V hate ver 1 ate did not digest. 11 would lie in the pi t of mv stomach and ferment, cause gaa that bloated my stomach and pained me. Often this trouble was so bad I could hardly breathe. 1 was always constipated and lost weight fast. Of course I was nerv ous and at night I never slept soundly. “Then a lady advised me to take Taniac. I did, with wonderful result. It relieved all stomach trouble, gave me an appetite, cleansed my system of con stipation and built up my strength. I have gained 20 pounds since taking Taniac. And never felt better.” Taka Taniac for letter health, for strength. First bottle allows amazing results. A t your druggist’s. Over 40 million bottles sold. !” Green’s August Flower For In d ige stion , Dyspepsia, etc. Relieves D istress sftsr Hurried Meats or O vsrsa tlng . Being a gentle laxative, It keeps the d i gestive tra ct w o rk in g n o rm a lly. C H A P T E R II The launch wns on Its way hack for1 those of the actors who were leaving. Gabriel, squutting by the engine, cal culated the distribution of his time. After he’d taken them across he'd have his supper and then go hack for Joe Tracy, who was leaving on the seven-fifteen for his vacation. When Joe was disposed of, Gabriel was to meet two Boston spores who had en gaged him for a week’s deep-sea fish ing at White beach, twenty-five miles down the coast. It was a strenuous Pr'„ ia m for the old mAn and he grum bled to himself about It, the grumbling gaining zest by anticipations that some of them would he lute. By the time he drew near the Island he had grum bled himself Into a state of iruscible defiance against anyone who would dare upset his plans. To warn them of his coming he sounded the whistle and its shrill toot acted like a magic summons. A group of men, hearing suitcases and hags, emerged from the entrance and run down the pnth, Bassett following. Gabriel quieted down— they were nil ready and waiting—'and then saw Joe Tracy come round the corner o f the hou^e in his Sebastian dress. The old man muttered profanely— why wasn’t the d—d cub getting ready? And ns the boat made its landing, he culled out : “ Say, you’d better be gettili’ them togs off. I ’ll be back here for you at a quarter to seven.” The boy, leapiiy: lightly from rock to rock, grinned without answering. The picturesque dress suited him, he looked almost handsome, and with the feathered cap on his golden wig set rakishly aslant, he moved downwnrJ with a taunting debonair swagger. Gabriel didn’t like blm, anyway, und now his Impudent fact*, framed by the drooping blond curls, looked to the launch man malignantly spiteful. But Gabriel wasn't going to go till he’d made things clear. He appeuled to Bassett, whom he had privately sized up as the only one of the outfit who was like the rational human males of his experience. Besides he had seen that Joe Trucy respected, If not feured, the director: " I ’ll be back here at quarter to seven for the Tracy boy, und I’m tellln' him he's got to be ready. 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