Friday, January 9, 1942 SOUTHERN OREGON MINER Page 6 New Way to a Youthful Figure I INSTALLMENT FIVE THE STOUT SO FAR: Karea Wiltr son. convince! by her lawyer. John Colt, tbat »he has a rlaim to the island estate and fortune ot her grandfather. Garrett Waterson. arrives in Honolulu to attempt to gain control ot the property. Here she meet» Richard Wayne, or Tonga Oick. as he is known throughout the South Facile. He Is a member ot the Wayne family that has been In control ot her grandfather's Island. Alakoa. since the old man's disappearance. Although Tonga Dick knows who she Is. Karen at­ tempts to conceal her Identity from him. Dick offers to take her sailing and she accepts. Dick, himself has not taken much of an Interest in the Island estate, bat his half-brothers. Ernest and Wil­ lard. are very worried lest Karen's claims be valid. Next day as Dick takes Karen saiUng she learns that he knows who she Is and that he Is taking her to Alakoa. She wants to go back to Hono­ lulu but he refuses to take her. Although she is thrilled by the sight ot the deep water island. Alakoa. Karen is afraid of what awaits her here. Dlch tnds that bls ancle. James Wayne, is very IU. When Dick sees him. James Wayne Is upset over the pending suit for the is­ land and tells Dick be will under no cir­ cumstances come to a settlement. Now continue with the story. CHAPTER V A slim Hawaiian girl called Lilua had shown Karen her room; and now this girl was back again tapping at the door panel. "Yes?" "Mister Dick wants to know if you would like to have coffee with him." Uncertain. Karen Waterson opened the door. Tonga Dick was surely the last person in the world she wanted to see. As she hesitated Lilua moved across the room and closed a case- ment that Karen had opened, and Karen experienced a sharp annoy­ ance. There was no air of service in the Hawaiian girl's movement or in her face; rather there was a faint irony in Lilua’s eyes, as if she con- descended to assist a helpless per- son who didn't know how to toke care of herself. Karen put a cigarette into an ebo- ny holder, lighted it, and studied Lilua impersonally. Lilua had the creamy brown skin of the pure Ha­ waiian; her softly waved hair, black as any night, was drawn back over her ears, brushed severely. "How old are you?" Karen asked suddenly. Lilua's unwavering eyes seemed •mused. "Eighteen. How old are you?” If Karen had conceived Lilua to be in any way less than her equal, that idea was evidently not shared by Lilua. Karen turned away. "Somewhat older,” she said short­ ly. “Tell Mr. Wayne I will come.” “I’ll show you where he is,” Lilua said. Karen turned to look at her, im­ pelled by that steady gaze. "You're glad to see him back, aren't you?” Karen said. Lilua hesitated perceptibly, but her quiet voice did not change as she answered. "I haven't seen him for two years.” Karen, her annoyance unaccount­ ably increased, followed Lilua through the house. Dick Wayne was stretched out be­ fore the fire in the big room whose immense doors opened upon the val­ ley and the fog; Lilua immediately crossed the room to close those doors. Dick rose, looking apologetic. “I hope you’ll make yourself com­ fortable here. I’m sorry if you feel I’ve made things awkward for you. I think I’ll be able to take you back tomorrow.” “Good.” In the stiff silence between them, Lilua came and stood in front of Dick's chair, looking at him steadily. “Dick, you must be careful of this night. I don’t like this night at all. E makani auanei, ke kau mai la ke kakai o Kakaipali—” "That’s rude, Lilu’,” Dick stopped her. "You know she can’t under- stand that.” Lilua cast a contemptuous glance at Karen, and she did not trans- late; but she went on in English. "Pretty soon the clouds are going to rise higher, and the wind is going to blow through. And then it is go­ ing to rain, and even the rain is go­ ing to be a bad rain.” Dick pulled at his cold pipe, his eyes morose upon the fire. “Don't think much of it myself,” he ad­ mitted. “The wrong gods are walking,” Lilua said now. “The right gods never walk here any more. Remem­ ber how we used to hear them walk­ ing? But they haven’t walked here for a long time. Something else is here instead. Sometimes I can feel it coming near. And tonight it is very close, terribly close; and even the dog is afraid.” Dick Wayne stirred restively. Per­ haps he thought he knew what it was that was near; but he didn’t want to look at it, yet. “You’d bet­ ter go get some sleep, Lilu’.” "Dick, this is a wrong time.” "Wrong time for what?” Dick snapped at her. Lilua glanced at Karen, but what she said next was unintelligible. "Dick,” Lilua said, “Kai-Ale-Ale has been seen again. He hasn't been seen—Dick, he hasn’t been seen— since my grandmother died.” Dick Wayne took time to explain this to Karen. “There’! a big shark," he put in, in aside, “that the natives think Is a god. I’ve never RARI nr «NO toa »« 420 CALS ruuN A rii "I suppose it amuses you.” Karen said, "to make out that my grand­ father was a great fool,” seen it, but they swear it's as big as a ship.” "Kai-Ale-Ale is here again.” Lilua said; "and there's another thing. The red mullet are running. Dick. Ever since the Islands first came out of the sea. when the red mullet have run a king has died.” "You'd better go on to bed now. Lilu'," Dick said. "You won't want me any more tonight?” “No; we have everything we’ll need, I think.” Lilua stood motionless a moment more. “Are you sure?” "Yes, yes, of course!” When Lilua was gone Tonga Dick Wayne sat looking into the fire, say­ ing nothing; and Karen found her­ self unwilling either to look at him or to speak. "Do all your servants call you by your first name?” Karen asked at last Dick frowned a little. "She isn’t exactly a servant. Her people were a very proud people—masters of this island before any haole ever saw it. And she—she’s lived here all her life, and I’ve known her all her life.” "I don’t believe.” Karen offered, “that that girl has had her eyes off of you one moment since you've been in this house.” Dick Wayne looked startled. "Huh?” "You don't mean to tell me that you didn't notice that?” For a moment Dick looked wor­ ried. “Bunch of nonsense,” he said. “Can it be possible,” Karen asked, “that she believes all that—that stuff?” “Of course. Different races have different ways of talking about the factors that make things happen.” "Well—" Dick hesitated, and vis­ ibly shifted ground. "Well, it seems to me extremely remarkable that you and I are sitting here tonight, together by this fire.” "It is through no wish of mine,” Karen said. "I'm sorry. I still can't under­ stand why you’re not interested. For one thing, this might very well have been the house in which you were born. The room you are to sleep in tonight might have been the very room.” “I thought of that.” “There’s a lot of history in this old house,” Dick went on. “Of course the most interesting part of it, or at least the most highly col­ ored, goes back to your grandfa­ ther’s day, before you were born at all—before the Waynes came in. In his day the house was never silent and empty, as it is now.” “You Waynes have certainly turned it into a tomb.” "I’m sorry, sometimes.” he said, "that those old days are gone. There are things that are rigid, and dull too, about the Wayne regime.” She looked at him and the shared moment broke up. "How do you know all this?” "The Waynes were very close friends of Garrett Waterson." ** "To the profit of the Waynes, Karen said with repressed bitter- ness. Tonga Dick shook his head, not in denial, but in objection, •'Your grandfather ended up utterly broke. You see, he was the last of the great old catch-as-catch-can traders. Island trading was a tough game after the sandalwood gave out, but Garrett Waterson had a tremendous robust energy, and he made himself two or three fortunes. But all that was over a good many years be- fore he sold Alakoa. I doubt if he had made a cent for at least a decade, He had no business judg- ment; even his ownership of this island was an accident. He won Alakoa in a poker game with the native king—and even that was part­ ly by mistake, because he thought he was gambling for Just the fish­ ing rights. He was actually astound­ ed when he found out he had won it all.” "I suppose it amuses you,” Karen said, “to make out that my grand- father was a great fool.” "You shouldn’t mind,” Dick smiled. "You and John Colt are trying to establish that he was an imbecile.” Karen bit her lip; she was silent for a full minute, and when she spoke she took an entirely new tone. "I have no idea what you expected to gain by bringing me here, but—" "You are here." Dick said weari­ ly. "because John Colt sent you cruising with me. to find out some things he doesn't know You can’t imagine it. but certain affairs are a good deal more important to me than John Colt's spying processes." "If you think." Karen snapped at him. "that either John Colt or I have the least interest in you what­ ever—” "I think you have,” said Dick. "For one thing. I can tell you this— your case Is never going to come to trial." “It's already on the calendar! No­ body can stop it, now." "I can." Tonga Dick told her. "Ask yourself. Karen, Just what John Colt is so anxious to learn.” Karen Waterson flushed. She could have ignored the cool conviction of Dick Wayne's words; but now she was wondering Just what John Colt had suspected—and feared—that had made him so unnecessarily curious about Tonga Dick. And she was wondering why she herself had ever been such a fool as to match wits with this cool, hard-bitten man, whose purposes she could not under­ stand. It seemed very long ago that she had made herself believe that she could conceal her identity from Tonga Dick. "If you don't mind," Karen said, "I think I shall go to bed now.” Tonga Dick let her go. Apathy has flown the coop. Unconcern has hit the door; Selfishness has looped the loop, Dopiness is now no more; Silent are the "gimme” boys, All obstructors get the "bird'' Gone is all light-hearted poise— REALISM is the word! Il Now it isn't mero routine. When the dungeri* round us roll. Just 1«' gambol or the green Waiting for a Gallup poll; Nutty rallies now are out. Stilled are an'is this and that; On soap-boxes few now spout . . , We re a nation AT THE BAT! ill Sleeping at the switch is not Now the lcadi'ig enterprise; Mikes no longer get red hot From the breath of wild-eyed guys; Arguments are down the sink. Discord's had a run-out pill; And no little ¡link itink Tries to thwart a nation's will. IV Now committees full of men Who are anti-cv cry thing Take the count ot “eight . . . nine . . . TEN!” (Though some paid officials cling); Pussyfooting now is out. Half-baked ranters stop their acts All the country, there's no doubt. Sees the truth, and faces FACTS! V. Hedgers crawl into a crack, Compromisers slink away; Ten per centers now fall back. Trimmers haven't much to say; Racketeering labor rats (And a lot of bosses, too), Cearr their very costly spats Unaei the red. white and blue. VI. Critics crawl into their shells, Know-It-Alls now take the skids; Experts have bad dizzy spelli. Grown-ups do not act like kids; Sunk are armchair leaders all. Hooey has been booted far; Now at last w? stand or fall SEEING THINGS JUST AS THEY ARE! • • • ON THE SPOT ("In case of an air raid alarm: Lie down immediately on your stom­ ach . .”> About his paunch Dad was always deflant. But now he wishes he was mueh more pliant! —Dcbchl. CHAPTER VI In his own room, Dick Wayne found a little fire burning brightly, and he wished belatedly that he had asked Karen if a fire had been laid for her. He did not know that Lilua had put Karen in almost the only room in the house that had no fire- place at all. A heavy lei of golden ginger blos­ soms hung on the foot of the bed; the blossoms filled the whole room with a spicy fragrance, heavy and pun­ gent. Instantly Dick knew who had made that lei. and put them there; and for a moment he was troubled. Then, on an impulse, he picked up the lei and went walking through the house. He recognized Karen's room when he came to it by the crack of light under the door. He knocked and the door was opened. "Here,” he said, pressing the lei into her hands. He was unable to keep a shade of irony out of his voice. "Aloha.” He turned and went back to his room. He half expected to hear her door slam behind him, but it did not. Dick stripped to his shorts and put out the lights. As he flung himself between the cool sheets the many­ voiced wind was drowned by the swift rush of rain—first a whisper, then a drumming roar as water beat against walls and casements by sheets and buckets. The rain was still coming down in torrent upon torrent as he went to sleep. He was awakened by the touch of a hand upon his shoulder; and, though it was a gentle hand, it was so dripping wet with cold rain that the shock brought him bolt upright. The fire still burned, its slim flames twisting and hissing from the spat­ ter of rain in the chimney, and by its light he saw that Lilua was there. "What the devil is this?” “Dick,” Lilua said, "you have to get up.” "What's happened? Is there any­ thing wrong?” "Something is terribly wrong,” Li­ lua said. "Something has happened. It's happened just now—within the last ten minutes.” “Oh, Lord!” He got up then, and turned on the lights. “I’m sorry to wake you up, Dick— but I tell you, I know.” Dick, pulling on his flannels, looked at her curiously. She had dropped to the floor the huge ti leaf with which she had sheltered her head as she came running through the rain, and her hair bushed wildly about her shoulders. Her eyes were no longer quiet, but alive with a ter­ ror she was helpless to control. In another moment there was a quick fluttery tapping at the door and a thin little voice outside was calling, “Mister Dick! Mister Dickl” (TO BE CONTINUED) New York will attempt to Jail any­ body refusing to get off the streets during an air raid warning. 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