Southern Oregon News Review. Thursday, September 11, 1947 FICTION CORNER OUT OF THE EMBERS By NORMAN STANLEY KORTNER “ I ET'S | Will. I remember thinking, while you held me in your arms, that no Í 9 > 5** "K 9 g irl could have been happier than I . g 9 9 was at that moment. No two people ” 'fs * could have been more in love. We were—don't laugh, please—we were like that tire is now. Just one con­ ; 7 suming blaze of love for each The Low Down other." , A Welsh regim ental choir was He couldn't help smiling at that. Jan really was in a state, to talk singing outside the officers’ m ess like that. But it disappeared when after dinner. The colonel called the unm usi­ he turned toward her. She was so cal sergeant m ajor. j close to tears. Look h ere,” he said, "go and "And now. Will, look at us. We've | made a wretched mess of things, tell the choir to sing ‘Sweet and Low.’ " haven't we?" The sergeant m ajor went out "Damned if we haven't." He was and bawled to the lender: "If nearly noble enough to admit, fu r­ you blokes c a n ’t m ake less noise thermore. that it had been almost the colonel says you’ve got to entirely his own fault, but he didn't. clear off.” She might have agreed with him, and then the row would start. He Correction was quiet for a long while, and then 7 he office boy had beeu missing for he said: "But fires do go out even­ the he si part of I be morning. tually, and I guess ours has." ' 11 here the dickens have you been, "Yes. And what's the use of blow­ boy?" bis em ployer dem anded furious­ ing on cold ashes? . . . But that's ly, u b en a! long Iasi the lad sauntered why I brought you here to the in. " i o th e post office, sir,“ replied the cabin, Will. I had the wild idea that SEWING CIRCLE PATTERNS - f-^ re llij ^ J t v o - P i m r ft. talk this thing out," a while after their honeymoon. The Janice had said. "F o r good big house was too big Too many and a ll." And he had agreed. Not people around. Too many distrac­ enthusiastically. He thought he tions from each other. So they had knew what it would be like. She moved to the cabin. . . . The’v had was going to be very calm, very changed a great deal since then noble, very much the long-suffering, Not in looks. Ten years wasn't very patient wife who w ill go no farther. long. In themselves, somehow. A ll right, my dear. If you want one But the cabin had not changed It more talk, I ’m game. Just so it was precisely as it had been then doesn't end in another row. Seemed a bit smaller, but then time rzV He became slightly noble him ­ always does that ,o distances and self. Now that it was all over with dimensions. He busied himself with them he was suddenly courteous. the kindling. There was only one He spoke to her in a tone he might big chunk of wood. Enough for a have used toward any good-looking little while. The fire caught nicely. woman not his wife: "Where would Jan held her hands to the growing you like to sit while you pronounce flames. "Feels good." she said. And -c h i’ sentence?" when the chill had been taken from She knew at once. She must have the room she sat on the sofa and .$■ been thinking about that. "Not boy. u itb a tirluou s air. here," she said. "Would you mind T b e em ployer gasped. "And does il if we went down to the cabin?" lake you lu o hours Io post a teller?'' be inquired, sarcastically. The cabin. How long had it been "! beg your pardon, sir," said the since he had seen the inside of that lad u itb some beat. "Three lellers!" two-roomed affair beside the river? Despicable And what could Two girls, walking home togeth­ have made her er, were discussing their current want to go there, heart interests. Said one: "Now I of all places? "Not ask you, Isabel, how could I like in the least," he him? H e's so deceitful, pretend­ said. “We’ll need ing to believe me when he knows wraps." I'm lying to h im !" They dressed for the raw December When Johnny was little he loved day and went out the west door. 1685 soldiers and M ary loved painted Crossing the lawn she took his arm. 3 yri. dolls. Now they are grown up, That was unexpected. And also a Mary loves soldiers and Johnnv little uncalled for, he thought, under F or Dress-Ep loves painted dolls. the circumstances. Why should she Yr OUR little angel is certain to make a game out of splitting up? Envy approve this dainty two piecer Thinking that, he stiffened and she Proud Poet—Hey, my m an, for dress-up occasions. Scallops felt it. But she did not release his give me the price for. a crust of edge the front cldsing, the wee arm. "Remember the first time we bread. peplum swings out just right. For V came down here together?" she Rich Croesus—B eat it. comfort and ease, the full skirt is asked. Proud Poet—If I had your dough attached to an under bodice. "Can't say I do." I wouldn't mind a crust. •The first time we canie here you carried me through the doorway. "You mean you don’t want to. It Rich Croesus—And if I had your P a tte rn N o 1885 c o m e t In Slzra 3. 4. 5, W ill.’ 6. 7 niut 8 y e a rs . Size 4, 2 'i y a rd * of 3U was after our honeymoon. And you crust I'd m ake dough with it. Inch; u n der bodice. y a rd held MY arm .” Her voice was low asked him, with a restrained, al­ somehow we could patch it up. Try and uneven and somehow queer. most fearful little gesture, to sit be­ again. But we've done that too « V .e -e -e .o -e .e .e ..e ..o r "Oh,” he said. "What's the mat­ side her. He did, and waited—again often, haven't we?” ? ? very nobly—for her to begin this ter? Getting a cold?" ? "Too often, Jan.” ? A quiz with answers offering ? “ No. Not used to fresh air, I sup­ last talk she wanted. The room was hushed, after that, ? ? At last she did. "This is where for many minutes. Hushed, except ? pose. I t ’ll be all right soon.” ? information on various subjects ? we started. W ill." she said. "Here for the crackling of the one big “ In the Nevada climate, you ? ? fv. rv. n- rv. fv. < «K. f\~ ? mean?” She did not answer. Maybe in this little two-by-four. Do you chunk and the rush of air through ( x -< v . 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"M ust I get down on my knees to T h e Answ ers you? Is that what you want?” 1. It has no legs. It is a fish. Glowed dully. 2. The Canada-U. S. frontier. "Too late, then. . . . All right, 3. The pyram ids. dear, I 11 be packed and on my way 4. Don Quixote. in an hour. Would you—do you mind 5. Yes, but not luxuriant ones. if I kiss you goodbye? Just for 6. St. Louis. The Union station times sake. I —won’ t bother you any more.” was built in 1893. He permitted it quite nobly, and when she had leaned and kissed him full on the lips he turned away Ruling Princes of India from her and toward the fire once Assume ‘Modest’ Titles more. The door closed behind her. A N HOUR, she had said. Well, he 2 * would wait that long before The 88 chief ruling princes _ of going back to the house. No use India, or those who ra te salutes of having more farewells. 11 or m ore guns, use a total of He did not stir for a long while 968 descriptive titles, one of the frowning at the fireplace. The one favorites adopted by m any of big chunk had only a tiny bit of red­ them being King of Kings. ness along one edge. The rest was O ther m odest titles are Son of cold gray ash, smoking fitfully and God, E m p ero r of the E arth, No- not pretty to look at. She had been blest of All Nobles, Wisest Man of right. They had been exactly like the World, and G reatest Con­ the fire, blazing up for a time and queror of All Times. then cooling to drabness. I won t bother you any more.” What had she meant by that? Never see him again? He realized sud­ denly that he WANTED to see her again. It wouldn’t be right not to. You can’t live with a person ten years and simply forget it, like that. Maybe they could even be good friends, after the divorce, and have some of the fun they missed before. Without the ties of marriage, or the restraints— He knew he was being very fool ish. thinking things like that. It was all over, and she would be strange and distant whenever—IF ever— they met. Friends? Hardly. Jan wag out of his life for good—that was settled. The cabin was getting cold. He had no idea how long he had been sitting alone. Was the hour up? He rose to stir his aching legs and con­ sidered hunting more wood for the fire. With the tongs he probed at the ashy big chunk and at his touch the wood which had seemed so cold— so lifeless—jumped into flames, warm, surprising, beautiful. A single touch had done that. HIS touch. He gazed open-eyed. And then in quick, bounding leaps he ran up the hill and into the bouse. Up the stairs. Through a door he had not opened for so very long. The hour G. F. Bogue, Landscape was not yet gone. architect: " I learned "Jan,” he said. "Jan. You’re as from experience— slim as you ever were. I ’ll carry there’s no other ciga­ rette like a Camel!” you over, again.” 7 sKsy the Try gentle Visitors —feel the wonderful difference’ Stubblefield's first public broad­ cast was on Jan u ary 1, 1902. And on May 30, 1902, in F a ir­ m ont P ark, Philadelphia, his voice was heard a mile away from the tran sm itter. L & V A P f crackle ! and HO pop / sxz . .. POPS .1 rfii& yyi RICE KRISPIES / « « £ a -------- — -------------- —------------- Z«z«iu!iqn_»»n P S th/on® you ?et Amcr,(’*'» favorite rice cereal. ■ >d. the one and only Kellogg'» Rice Krlsplesl Patrick Doherty, Tunnelman: "Of all the different brand» I smoked during the wartime scarcity. Camels suit me best!'' “CHOICE OF EXPERIENCE" SheilaG. Bible, Atiiilanibuy­ er: , I smoked many brands during the wartime shortage — Camels are the choice of experience with m el”