PACK TWO
THURSDAY, JANUARY 2. 1930
M
at Pleasant lllll.
Gerold and Donald Kahler, who are
attending school al Monmouth, a|>ent
Christmas holidays with their parents
at Pleasant lllll. Mr and Mrs. latwla
of Prow, were guests of Mr and Mrs.
Kabl.-r for Christmas lay.
Mr. and Mrs Krnest Kchrenk and
I three children stunt Christmas with
Mrs. Schrenk's parents. Mr. and Mrs.
linker, at Meadowvlew
Mrs. Stewart enjoyed a visit front
her sons, Myrel Settle of Klamath
Falls and l*«tur Sullle of Sulvut, dur
ing ibe holidays.
¿L, A R TH U R SOMERS ROCHE
LLUSTRKTED
BY D O N A LD
R IL E Y
SECOND INSTALMENT
of me," stated Stevens.
She shook her head.
What's Gone ou before
Desire must have had something
"No. I don't think so. He'll be
Tt at party iu Palm Bauch given to do with what It looked like. then, afraid of the whip."
ty Mr. Cooper Clary, Leesou, an at she retorted. "Yon like women to be
"Get this Into your pretty head,
lorney, meets Lucy Harkuess, known
and make tt stick there. Where you're
as Devil-May-Care because oi her ad­ afraid of you. don't you. Tim?"
"I don’t get you," he told her.
venturous lift. In a game in which
concerned I Just teetotally don't give
rtners are chosen for the evening
'The very devil of it is . . . you do a damn! I always thought that men
cy is won by Tim Stevens, wuo Has I get me
ISLANDS IN McKENZIE
always. Isn't that true who went blah over one particular
a reputation as a heart breaker. ,
. „
.
Leeson is a bit Jealous. Tim Steveu. 1 se* ,hrouKh you 80 completely that wongiu were weak-kneed soft heads.
NOT STATE PROPERTY.
tells Lucy they are going aboard his instead of being feared . , . you're
But I've changed my mind. You . ,
SAYS ATTORNEY GEN.
boat, the Minerva, and she accoues little bit afraid of me; eh. Tim?"
you . . . oh, I can't make It clear, but
In order not to be a quitter. Asked it
“Little Miss Hate Herself—that's you obstruct the sun for me. Lucy.
she is sorry that he won her com­
The McKenile Is not a navigable
There's a cloud always before me.
pany, Lucy says she is not and that ¡you, isn't it?" he Jeered,
Stream, and the Islands In the river do
“You can't acuse me of vanity be­ and it I turn my head to look the
evidently fate arranged it.
Tim
not belong Io the state This Is the
thereupon tells her to stop looking cause I state that 1 can see through other way. the cloud Is still there. It's
summary of an opinion handed dowu
regretfully after Leeson.
you, Tim. Most women can, and do. you, you, all the time, everywhere. If
Iasi week al Salem by Attorney Genie
Now go on with the story.
They don't tell you so, because you some one speaks to me it's your voir«
, ral George Van Winkle, when asked
have money."
I hear. A girl dances in the theater
I Io make a ruling regarding this mat-
"Regretfully? I've never regretted
"I won't agree with you," he said. and it’s Lacy Harkness that I'm
i ter. He holds (hat any land which may
anything, Tim. 1 do . . whatever 1 “But if you can see through me. then watching. The sun sets over luike
be In the river la (he property of the
do . . . because . . . it was ordaiued. you must know how much I love you Worth and it's Lucy Harkness's face
owner of the land on either side. He
Am 1 able to deflect the course of the
|
“That’s what offends me," she re­ I see.
declared that when a stream Is not
universe? Then how can 1 deflect plied.
A magazine. a newspaper supple­
a navigable one. (he land owners along
myself? I'm a projectile, Tim, aimed
ment prints pictures of women and
“Offends? Is love offensive?"
the banks of the stream own «very.
by some force at some remote target.
"Your kind. From a man like you they're all photographs of you. Your
thing to tbe center of the stream.
"Remote? Maybe noL Perhaps 1 of course It's offensive."
name la in the headlines; It's on the
He went further, however, to state:
am the target, Lucy," he suggested.
I tell you,
“Oh, by God! that's carrying It a signs along the road.
"If, however, the persons wishing
She pursed her mouth.
bit too far! Just a bit too raw, Lucy» Lucy, this is real, this la honest to
to
purchase the Island are of the
_ “lu c k y Strike,* the 1st black Aberdeen Angus calf that M J U RMtoM
"1 hardly think so, Tim."
he cried. "I don't mind It up to a God. I've never told you. never asked
opinion that the stale Is or may b»
B
rown
of
Rose
H
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,
lews,
raised
was
«veil
iisami.
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"Why not?" he demanded.
certain point, but when you Indicate you to marry me. but, you've known."
come the owners of the land, and
Livestock Kapusdnsi m Chicago he earned Jd .IC .S 0 few the boy 1 — Sy
“I'm too good lor you," she told that I'm unclean, filthy—"
Yes, I've known, of course," she ! $5” * * won ,hr Grand Champioastwp tteei award, two tSOO c M i prises.
wish to purchase the Island from the
him.
admitted.
>J7S
■
other
prises,
and
was
tuetiuoed
<>«
to*
$
7
/
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"
“
~
"You are—”
J7RJ7J0 to J C
Penney
state, taking their chances of thus
E llio tt win pay off (hr mortgage on his lather s I
"Are you, by anv chance. Joking,'
He snatched at her admission.
“Then why. in God's name, come
acquiring title. I know of no reason
A gricu ltu ral College and raw« naw« p r u r cattle.
he demanded.
"And you came here tonight, Lucy,
out here with me tonight?"
why the state land board cannot. In
—
“Certainly not.”
"Because when I enter a game I why did you come? Was It because— ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
It's discretion, sell the same. In any
UPPFD w Î m
* 2 * ’ r’ ’*rV,Ml fOr
Tlonie I e¥B07
It was because, solely, you won ♦
"Then you're Just being rude?*’
play It. Pity you can't say as much,
not warrant
U rrE R WILLAMETTE
♦ present were Mrs. G W. Kelsey Mrs. ,|,w tints to the land which It con­
"Truthful is a prettier word."
the race. No other reason. I've never
Tim.”
♦ I C. E. Jordan, Mrs. Kosa Mathews. Miss veys."
"Too good for me, eh?*’ he mused.
"How do you know I can't? How shirked an issue, never avoided a
"Well, good is a strange word, *i 8 do you know . . , when I play a game, problem. Fate meant me to come here
_.
j Leta Wheeler. Mrs. C. L. Williamson,
*a<1"f' Of P1‘‘aa“n'
held Mrs. J. W. Jamieson. Miss Ann Purks
capable of a lot of translations. To° I don't . . . play It . . . all the way?” tonight. But I've told you this a
Return to School Missus Edith
doien times."
thelr re«ular
»« the home of Mrs. H. W John. Mrs. K. P. Mitchell,
good for me? How about Leeson 1 he demanded.
Katun and Lucille Hichmond return­
Mrs.
T.
F.
Kahler
on
Thursday.
Dec­
Not too good for him?"
Mrs. E Y Swift, Mrs A. L. Perry,
And you don't think that fate also , u
She laughed contemptuously.
ed to Ashland Wi-dneseday for the
ember “ 19. The afternoon wus spent
Miss Thelma Perry, Mrs. M A. Bar­
“Why harp on him? I'd never met
“With women, you mean? But of means us to care for each other?"
next term of school.
sewing
around
a
beautiful
Christmas
num,
Miss
Emmu
Logan,
Mrs.
Andy
him until tonight,” she said.
“I've .answered that before. Tim,
course you mean that. It's the only
tree,
which
was
the
center
of
at­
Olson, Mrs Funk Smith, Mrs. Morton
The Minerva was one of the finest game you know. But you've never fbut
I'll answer It again. I'd rather be
I
Entertains Friends Mr. and Mrs
boats of iu kind in Southern waters. I played ,t wlth my klnd of women dwad than let your hands rest upon traction. especially to the children L. Bristow, Mrs. C. E. Curts, Mrs.
F. B. Flanery entertained a group of
I
Gifts
were
received
by
all
present.
Jess Carrothers. Mrs Maggie Stew
gnd often though shed seen the craft, tec4USe my kind dont „ wl(h
me; I'd rather be dead and con-
their friends at a New Year's eve
"You re one that's going to." he d“
d
h'" tha" * ™ " " - 1 The
,^ p meeting
^ T n t was
L , called to order by art, Mrs. K K Kllpatrck. Mrs Allan
Lucy Harkness gave a little nod of
j purty at their home Tuesday night
was
voted
to
or-
Wheeler. Mrs F F. Cooper, Miss
Approbation tonight The polished said
id flatly.
fla tlv
Now, is the answer clear?
I
,
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ganlze the Girl Scouts at Pleasant Elsie Shoults. Mrs. Elvln Lewis, Mrs.
woodwork reflected the stars; the
From Camp Creek—Fred Nye was
“Think so?" She shook her head
M,M ,rma Lalrd w“8 cho8*n “ , Ernest Schrunk, and Mrs. T. F.
Later, sheer, stark panic over-
Chairs cushioned wicker, gleamed again. “This is Mrs. Clary's game
visitor In Springfield on Mondny
a,8° yoted 10 change ( KaK bier Fifteen children were also
spotlessly while; the lutings of the were playing. The other game 1 whelmed her. She was trapped, a t ‘
Men's à a rte rs and P encil
what mercy this beast this mailman. the regular meeting date from Th urs- I present.
small boau shone; the canopy aft ; didn't enter.”
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looked, in this silved light, as tnougn i
. . . ,. .
chose to extend to her.
98c
,
.
. .
You didn t know you d entered It.
, eV‘’ry n,on,h laHt y“ar' and 18 «»ending Monmouth
made of colored damaste. And upon ,
,
And even as she recognized this The L « n. ..
i
but
yon
have-
You
re
here,
aboard
arv
S
at
,
7
k
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hel<l
J“"U
Ithl’
,ea
r'
tha
h<
’"day
fact, a knock sounded upon the door
the table laid tor two the M.uervas
,
s at Ploa
. . .
, ,
the Minerva. You’ll leave the Min-
y 8 at the home of Mis. Stewart. 1 sunt HUI with his
Steward had expended not merely
„ ..
.
Steven's voice came through the
Cora
John
' erva when I m damned good and
lo p corn, candy nuts, and grape juice .pent the holiday.
time, but taste.
,
her pnrents
.
ready to let you leave, and not be- panels. It held a quality of excite­
‘ I always kite you better when 1
ment that she had never noted in his
fore. Now, do you play my game?"
come a boaru tne Minerva, Tim, she
tones before.
It was almost a s 1
Her eyes were dreamy; her sweet
said.
though he had been drinking and was
mouth drooped pensively.
"So?” His voice was sullen.
fighting hard not to show the effect )
"If fate Intended, yes. But fate of the liquor. Yet there had not been
"1 think the Minerva, so clean and
gweet, as your soul—when you were has been very kind to me, thus far, time, since she left him, for him to (
that I cannot believe it intends me become intoxicated.
a tiny baby."
“How long have you been teaching any such a trick as playing such
"Lucy, I want to talk to you,” be ,
game with you. Tim, I've come out said.
Sunday scnooi;" ne oemanded.
with
you.
Let
s
go
back."
She laugned.
The maddest panic swept over h -
"Not." he tcM her, “until -you've
"Fair enough, it isn t tair to re-
obliterating sanity. The door was .
learned
a
little
more
of
fate.
flimsy, would give way, dcaplie th e !
proacn you aoout the present condi- i
lion of your soul, is it, Tim? Not ' "Abduction went out with hoop bolt, at the least onslaught. Tim
While my own is in the condition it j skirts,” she said.
Stevens bud dared plan an abduct'on j
Is. Well, I won t lecture you or abuse 1 "It's come in again,' he remarked and carry it through. He might u i
grimly.
you any more tonight."
go to further lengths, but how could
“You'll be nice?" he asked, again 1 She remembered Modane, the Min­ she tell? It she opened the door .
erva's skipper. A rat-faced man, of
eager.
If she failed to open the door and he
"As nice as possible. You won the inexact ancestry, a touch of the Le- crashed through It . . .
vanthian in his hooked nose. The
race, didn't you?"
She would rather die than plead
“And you didn't really mind my men were ordinany sailors, and the with Tim Stevens. She had never
ere
louling: You wanted me to win?" he i domestic staff, so to speak,
Japs. No help from the latter would begged to anyone in her life; she
demanded.
be forthcoming; it was not for them would not begin now. Yet she could
“I'm twenty-three, Tim. Old enough
to interfere in the actions of the not fight; a screaming, scratching
to realize that what we want we may
barbarians who employed them. The woman lost all dignity, confessed her
not have; what we get has been de­
wtoakness by her very defense.
termined aeons ago. lo u ’ve got me, white sailors were crude, stupid men,
Panic passed; although her act was
and Modene was his master's man.
tor supper here. I've got you. Well,
mad to the point of suicide, her ac­
Wariness
owned
her;
this
situation
Do You Know What the Natives Do?
le us make the best of it,"
absurdly Impossible though It might tions were cool, deliberate. This was
“It could be a lovely best,” he in­
seem later when she narrated it, was Devil May Care, who made her de­
------ They Let It Rain.
sinuated.
definitely dangerous now. The extent cisions on instant Impulse, but who
She shrugged.
of Its danger depended entirely on carried them through as tsilmly
“Maybe. 1 don’t know. Fate hasn't
the degree of madness which possess­ though they had been thought over
taken me that far into her conlideoce.
IN BUSINESS, when the dull season comes, the average
for months.
ed Stevens.
"Could I show you?” he demanded
"And it leads to . . . what?” she
She opened the port-hole—really a
man takes the same stand. He Just let's the work
“You mean, make love to me?"
asked.
window—of her cabin, and dived
slacken.
She shook her head. "Fate has read
“You’d keep your word, ft l«eds to cleanly into the Gulf Stream.
me no nddles, Tim, but that . . . 1
„„ h k
, .
.
Promise
to marry me. When
I
She was conscious of no shock as
don , t need
Oer assistance.
Love
can your ,,
.
,
-
e
that’
111
put
you
a8hore
she went below the gleaming waters.
The Oregonians can’t help themselves. Providence regu­
only be made when two engage in the
“And as the months, or years, pass It was one of those nights when
pretty pastime. And I . . . shall never 1
blithely by?” she asked.
lates the water supply. Business, though, can be
semi-tropical Florida Is really tropi­
engage in that little game with you."
I won’t wait that long,' he said, cal, and the difference between the
“Sure?"
helped over the poor months by the judicious use of
"Maybe, after a while, you'll ask me temperature of air and water was I
stared at him, taking no warn­
PRINTING.
to marry you.”
very »light. She didn’t bother to swim j
ing from his eagerness.
"Isn’t this a trifle too melodrama ; beneath the surface for any apprecl-
“Fos-o-lute, old thing." She straight­ tic, Tim? The ruined maiden
pleads ghle df.-.tanca.
ened up in her chair. "Come on; let's with her despoiler—”
TO BE CONTINUED
drop nonsense. I said I'd be as nice
"The trouble with you, Lucy," he
as possible. But 'possible' ends at Interrupted, "Is that, with all your
Has Tonsil Operation — Dorothy
talk of flirtation and long before the experience, you don't know men. Or
flirtation begins. Here, wliat’s this?’ you’d know that I mean what I say." Wllkensen, daughter of Mr. and Mrs.
Jesg Wllkensen, had her tonsils re­
She leaped to her feet. The Min­
“But why want a girl who has only moved by a local physician Friday.
erva a lines had been cast off, and the contempt for you?" she asked.
propeller began to move. She ran to
“Don't ask me! Why does the tide
Mother: I wonder who It was that
the low rail and stood poised upon come In? You believe In fate; you’ve
never folded his clotber when he
It for a moment. But the stone pier said so often enough, anyway. Well,
went to bed?
was already twenty feet away.
you're my fate, Lucy! God! I haven’t
Little Lawrence pulled the bed­
“Well, for the love of Mike!" mentioned love to you, . . The very
clothes over his head and answered,
ejaculated Stevens. “Any one would sight of you drives me crazy; the
"Adam."
think you thought 1 was about to tones of your voice, the way you
kJdnap you. Any objection to a spin sometimes blink your eyes, as though
W h .C . Good in T „ „ . Will Work in O r.g„„ E, . n a . tt„
|( R>.n>
Mrs. Gordon (to husband who is
down the lake, to give us an appetite you were a million miles away—Lucy,
listening
in
on
Sunday
evening's
for supper?”
I’ve run around after you like a pet radio program): Tammas, Tamilian
"Well, If we can leave Casa Clary pup, for a year, and now—’’
ye mustn’t laugh like that on the
At all, without offending our hostess,
“Now the mongrel bite«, eh?” she Sabbath.
I don't suppose It matters where we Interjected.
Tammas; laugh, wumtnan! The
Opposite Postoffice
go.’
“H e’s only barking now," ha told minister has Just announced a collec­
"It look« as though you were sir aid her, "but he will M U ."
Springfield, Orsgor
tion and here I am safe at home'
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