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THE GAZETTE-TIMES, HEPPNER, OREGON, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 1923.
HER FATHER
1
I By JANE GORDON
T11I1 stood before the old fMin4
tnlmir to ber Dmt liul qua. tit 1-e- I
rums i)d l."kl t th picture. S!
it this photnsrai often a
often, tint Is, nr querulous unt'S
ilin.U left Ujdo.
Tl! lie's Urn was, for the roost pwt.
talen np lta mlilng ern"t-" n,l
rooklni tempting weais for her io
valid, bnrrju.g cut to market and hur
rying back ssaln anxiously feari:,
that Aunt Snsan might bav Dee-d
ber Id the meantime.
Perhai If sT.ss Sanaa Btrby bad
rllr been Tlllle'i aunt ahe might hav
bad more kindly consideration for thia
tireless nurse and companion. But
the i.aroe "aunt" s morel)- by adop
tion. Tb picture sh loved to pue at was
picture of the handsome Irresponsi
ble father who bad long ago left her
to Mist Susan's care. How often had
Tllile been forced to Uaten to the com
plaining tale!
"And when your poor, aillr yoa'.g
mother died, TUUe, there was that
ne'er-do-well left with a child he didn't
know what to do with. And because.
I had been kind In sending Jellies and
thluga to your mother, who, goodness
knows, had little enough to do with, he
brought you over to me. 'You live
alone. Miss Susan,' says your father.
"and Utile Tllile will be company for
yon. When I find the right work I'll
end yon money from time to time.'
"Guess," Hiss Susan would add
dryly, ha never found the riglit
w ork." "
"But he did come to see me," Tilly
would put In timidly; "every year
father cL.e, And he was always far
way."
"Yea, and went on again without in
viting you to go with him," Susan
would reply, "though you adored Lha
man. just like your mother did."
Tiliy had secretly adored the good
natured big father; always with tears
In her tired eyes, she recalled the
threadbare shabbinesa of him the
love in his dark eyes ai he bade her
gtXMM'.V.
In later years the roving father
wrote less and less frequently. Then
his letters ceased altogether and Tiille
was unable to locate him.
"IVad, protably," Aune Susan un
tympathetically supposed.
Tillie s brown hair had tinged wlta
grey In her devoted service. But Til
lie s life had not been altogether col
orless. Sometimes she sang a cheery
song about her work if Aunt Susan's
door were closed to the sound, or :f
her invalid's chair had been pushed out
Into the garden. And sometimes when
Aunt Susan was carefully wrapped up
for slumber Tllile would tuck a red
flower In the waist of her gray dress
or add a soft collar of lace. And she
was never too tired to greet David,
w hen he came to call, with a smile.
David deserved all the comforting
companionship that Tilly could kIt
Mm. It was because of his love for
her that he had remained through the
disappointing years of his youth In
tlie narrow confines of the tiny village,
leaving for others the greater work
that he would have chosen in an outer
world; measuring success only as he
succeeded In brightening the days uf
the woman whom he loved and who
loved him.
David had no cause for affection
toward the Invalid. Jealously was his
presence forbidden ; coldly his over
ture of friendliness received. But
each year Miss Susan grew more de
pendent on Tlllle's care; more exact
ing her demands. "TTllle!" her voice
called now sharply. The woman re
placed the photograph she had been
lovingly regarding. David had brought
the mall from the post office. In the
chilly hall be dared to linger.
"The postmark on the letter la
tamped 'Nebraska,' " be said.
"I am anxious to bear If you have
word from your father, Tiille.'
She sank down on the lowest step
of the stair and deliberately read her
letter, though the Invalid's dominating
tone (till summoned.
David watched her tenderly.
Tlllle'i cheeks grew softly pluk, her
blue eyes looking up startled, brought
forth his question :
"What la It, dear? Tour father-
dead! but we have thought that for
long time, Tllile r She had pressed
tbe letter Into his band.
"Why, my dear," he said slowly, un
believingly "my dear. It is like I
story, let It must be true ; lawyer's
letter. It seems that yonr father
bought this land In Nebraska yean
go, when first he left you.
"Now, on this land, barren and far
from city years ago, tliey wish to
trect great apartment building.
TUliet do you realize? You will
be rich!"
Sudden realisation shadowed Davlrt'i
face "While lf he added sadly, and
topped.
Tllile came to draw her arm through
his.
"We may be rich, David," she cor
rected gently, "for I could have no
wealth of any kind apart from you."
Together they entered the Invalid's
room. Like a reigning queen she sat
among ber pillows.
"My father," snld Tllile, and the old
loving pride was In her tone, "has left
as 1 lot of money. Aunt Susan. Yon
hall live with David and me to enjoy
It; we will find kind nurse for yua
and we shall all be happy together.
"It la so father would have wished,"
added the loyal daughter.
And for once Miss Susan had ne
reply.
AMBITIONS
By RUTH LONG
offer of Hie poTtt..n of Krefich ten. her
In tt.e lo.l h fch school. But the first
burst of emhu;uMii over that had
psi-ned. Now !e was asking nerett
whether it were wise to settle down to
ber home town.
The cheery greeting of young man
Interrupted ber thoughts. He vaulted
the fence opposite, covered the
pace between them in three steps and
sprawled himself at ber feet.
Hello, old bookworm, he smiled.
1 bear you', landed position. Oon-gr-atulMtlons.
Mabel Turner mvlded. -Watt, Hor
ace. I Was JUSt aeoaimg nruit-r ii
eren't amhitlonless to take the first
offer and that here at home.
Why get city ambitions, MabsT
This may lead to something else," the
young man suggested. "I've landed
job, too. Old I'nele Harvey Is to Ini
tiate me Into his woolen business.
I'retty soft."
"I hope you'll settle down, then," she
scolded. "You never took life seriously-"
"Which reminds me of my errand.
Mahs." Home Interrupted, sitting up,
Ms arms about his knees. "I've fallen
In love."
"And you Just out of college? When,
prsy, did you fall?"
"Almost overnight You know
AIniee Pupont, the little French girl
who was here last summer? She's
beck, visiting her aunt She's bowled
me over. Surprised:"
"Rather. And where do I come tnt"
"Your French. The language and I
quarrel. Aimee chatters In It most of
the time, and I haven't told her my
predicament. Can't yon teach me the
essential conversation? I know the
grammar. Come
"Are you sure she isnt after the
money your father left you?" Mabel
asked candidly.
Horace frowned. She knew she hurt
him, but It was foi his good. She
patted his shoulder then and picked up
the French book.
"The key to love," she laughed. 'Til
do my best as a locksmith."
The lessons began next day the
most disquieting lessons maid ever
save to man. When Horace stumbled,
Mubel's eyes softened. She watched
his face when he spoke, missing his
pronunciation.
Sometimes he would return her
glance with the old boy-look crouching
in his eyes, then turn abruptly away
with a jest.
One evening he sent word that
Almee wanted him. The lesson must
wait
When Mabel asked for Almee the
next day In her best conversational
French, Horace replied In the cuxtest
possible Flngllsh. He accused Mabel
of being peevish, and she told him he
was out of sorts. He was, and showed
It Mabel missed his teasing, too the I
surest proof of their good fellowship.
Almee absorbed him. Mabel was a re
bellious means to the end.
When the lesson was to begin that
evening. Horace was surprised when
Mabel threw the book on the table.
"Are you disgusted with my stupid
ity?" he asked.
"I am disgusted with everything,"
Mabel confessed. "We are wasting our
time, Horace, Why not give up the
lessons?"
"This Is a new side of you, Mabel, I
never knew this side In college. Never
really knew you. It's like getting ac
quainted with a new girl."
Woman, you mean, Horace, Mabel
corrected, frozen a little by his formal
use of her name. "You knew the girl
at school."
Tin a bit afraid of the woman.
She's so elusive, Irs almost as if
man could never offer yon anything
worth while enough to hold you away
from the heights. Such a contrast 1"
"To whom?" She half knew what
be would say by the flood of warmth
that gladdened ber.
Horace evaded. "I might have been
engaged to Almee this minute If It
hadn't been for you. She tried hard
enough to lead me on. I have learned
to 'count time by heart throbs' rather
than to murmur "par Id' ; to carry
away the memory of your eyes, the
tone of your voice rather than 'Je
vis en espoir," aa I thought I did for
Almee. Mabs, dear, la there the ghost
of show for poor clumsy chap like
me? Or are your ambitions beyond
marriage?"
Mabel wondered If Horace could
Lear her heart singing. "Maybe, after
all, women are made to fill a sphere
that men can't, ahe admitted. "Worn
an holds her place even though she
doesn't speak In congress or discover
new mineral. Children are crying
all over the world for love, tenderness
and a home. That is woman's place
to open ber arms and take them in.
My ambition is high enough, but when
I look around. I'd rather be queen in
my own home, reigning over my fain
Uy, than be president of all the con
federations In the world.
"In that case," Horace conceded.
"Ill loan you to the school for a lit
tle while. But," taking ber hands,
"don't teach them what you have
taught me."
"We don't teach love," Mabel smiled.
"It just reaches out and takes posses
sion."
And that Is what Horaae did. too.
hair, the light la her eye and the neat
trlmness of ber black dm- Besides,
she was "some" waitrwe! She could
luak two orders to every one that the
titer girls made.
Neal liked the unconventlonallty of
N orris'. He found It pleasant to sit
at his accustomed table to the corner
by the window, to watch Malsl move
deftly In and out among th table
with her trays, and to have her come
at last to wait on him. Sometimes It
happened that Malsle stayed too long
among the other tables and Neal bad
to give his order to one of those
frowsy-looking girl a Then, between
jealousy and disappointment, he lost
hla appetite and went back to bis
counter In the haberdasher's with the
feeling that th bottom had quit
fallen out of things.
But this did not happen often. Gen
erally, Malsle made It a point to wait
upon Neal. He noticed It and was
satisfied with himself.
Malsle was beginning to like html
He took to brushing and wetting hit
hair and changing his collar before
going to Norrls'. He thought he de
tected a more personal gleam In Mill
tie's smile after that Sometimes she
lingered a Uttle longer than necessary
at Neal table.
There never was time to say much.
Neal even forgot sometimes, just the
exact words that Malsle bad said, but
the fact that she had sitoken to him
at all thrilled him with a strange Joy.
For the rest of the day ha lived a sort
of ethereal existence talking and
grinning cheerfully to himself behind
the counter, making wrong change,
scrawling Malsle's name upon the hack
of his order-slip, and starting off for
home at five o'clock without his hat
Then Neal saw Malsle one night at
a theater, sitting two rows in front of
him.
There was a man with her. He was
lanky, with a long nose that turned
up ridiculously at the end. Neal
wanted to laugh at him ; at the same
time he was jealous. He wondered at
Malsie.
At Norrls' things went as usual, ex
cept that Malsle seldom lingered to
talk. She was always very busy.
A week later he saw Malsle again at
another theater. She had the same
companion; Neal could tell when the
light fell across that ridiculous nose!
Then he began to doubt his self
surety ebbed little by Uttle. And
he blamed Malsie. Perhaps, after all.
she wbb just like the rest of those
girls at Norrls' frivolous, flirty. Why
had she encouraged him at all, then,
to behave like this?
Neat's final conviction came one
escort again on the street, gasing
Into furniture store window. Their
arms were locked. Malsle wu laugh
ing. She turned Just at Neal want by,
saw Neal lift his hat, looked calmly
at him, and passed on without word.
A moment later her laugh came drift
ing down the street to Neal.
For week after that Neal did not
go to Norrls'. But th hardest thing
to bear was tbe cHpae of his own self
assurance. When Malsle deliberately
swapped him over" for this lanky fel
low with the upturned nose he began
to wonder at hit own eligibility.
Those seven days were miserable.
The next week he was hack at Nor
rls'. At least he would tell Malsle she
couldnt treat him like this. He took
hi seat by the window. It was Malsle
who cam to wait on him. She blushed
slightly when she saw him and waited
while Neal gave his order. When she
had brought It she lingered a moment.
Then she asked:
"Why didn't you come this last
week? Have you been 111?" Neal did
not answer at once. Then he said
abruptly :
"No I saw you the other night."
Malsle looked bewildered. "Me?
You saw me?"
Neal spoke deliberately. "Yes, I
saw you; three times with a fellow
with a turned-up nose. Once I saw "
Malsle's sudden laugh Interrupted
hlm.
"Is Is that why you've stayed
away? That wasn't me. That was
Dalsle. She's my twin sister, and
that was Jimmy she was with. Ain't
his nose funny. But he's a nice fel
low, an' he an' Dalsle's going to be
married next month. Ain't It funny
you thought It was me!"
The sudden pressure of her hand be
tween Neal's fingers cut short ber
happy confession. Then, with a laugh
of relief, she freed her hand and dis
appeared among the tables.
THE BRACELET
By JANE GORDON
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(), 111. Western Newiptper Union.)
Grant sitting before the fire In the
village Inn, reflected pleasurably upon
his adventurous afternoon. This, per
haps because he had been forced to
ride In a saddle instead of the cus
tomary automobile. And because In
the woodland path he had met I
charming maid clad in a scarlet cape.
Aunt Martha, the erratic and uncer-
night when he met Malsle and jier tain, had sent him upon this errand to
th tar w ood In st-aiiH uTiu uld Louse
which she bad seen advertised In th
city paer.
She had made known her Intention
of leaving Grant her heir.
She wanted this Walden bouse, th
explained, as a refuge from friends.
both nodal and charitable.
'I can go and come there a I
please," she told ber favorite nephew.
'and I hope. Grant, that yon will find
the place aa promising as the adver
tisement reads."
Grant had found the Isolated coun
try beautiful, even In th winter's first
fall of snow. Then, as though In
answer to bis wish for direction,
the young woman of the scarlet cape
appeared. She came to view from be
hind an evergreen tree and the hood
of her cape, falling back, disclosed
golden-brown hair, ruffled and wavy.
The girl's brown eyes, meeting his.
were startled wide like child's. But
to Grant's question she merely
stretched forth white arm to point
the way, and before she had with
drawn the arm Into the fold of her
cape his attention was attracted to
strange black bracelet that she wore.
Flashing from Its center was a great
white stone,
Sllentl the alrl hurried on. But
her Image stayed with him as he rod
toward Walden house, and Grant had
gone on smiling at the romance.
An elderly woman gave htm en
trance to the house at the end of the
wood, She was friend of the new
owner, she told htm, occupying the
place with her until such time as It
should be sold. Grant decided, after
view of the quaint well-kept rooms,
that the house would exactly suit his
aunt.
Returning In th early twilight of
the winter afternoon he felt a thrill
of anticipation at the possibility of
second vision of the woodland maid.
And she had passed hlm again, re
turning from her walk. Her arm
waved a parting salute to him. Grant
saw the flash of the black bracelet as
tbe moon am to light th darkening
way.
"Walden house?" th Innkeeper an
swered his question "Oh, yes, I know
It well. The place came to the pres
ent owner through legacy. It's quit
a atory. Belonged to Miss Patience
Walden long years ago. Patience had
a lover when she was young, and he
gave her a bracelet so they say a
queer black bracelet with a white
stone In It. Then they quarreled Just
before the wedding, and the lover mar
ried another woman. Folks said It was
because of the black betrothal brace
let that he had given Patience,
"As years passed Patience grew
lonely and sent for a niece to come
and live with her. Daisy Walden was
her" well. But oae day when th was
wearing th bracelet her aunt bid
loaned her a treat well, Daisy lost
It along the woodland path and that
terrible old woman In ber rag ac
cused her nlec of stealing the trinket
and Daisy wa sent away. W read
In the city paper later of her mar
riage In th hom of th relative who
had taken her In.
"Aud still later, when Daisy had
llttl girl of her own, her tender heart
forgive th lonely old woman In Wal
den house, and th wrote loxer say
ing that sh and th baby. Patience,
would com to her, annt for visit
But old Patlenc still hugged her spit
and would have non of them.
"Then, home came Jennie Wells, who
had been away line th time of her
marriage many yean before. And
when Jennie heard about old Patience
and her long (pit, Jennie told all In
nocently, of bracelet she'd found be
fore sh went away and thought noth
ing of Its value It was somewhere
among her trinkets so she found It
and took It to Patience.
"In her remorse Patience drew np
will leaving all ahe had to Palsy's
young daughter' the black bracelet
with the rest And only now Daisy
Walden's daughter come on to claim
ber legacy and to sell the property.
"But f added the Innkeeper with
an ominous shake of his head, "would
rather not see that black bracelet of
misfortune upon that sweet young
creature's arm."
Grant rod again that night down
the narrow path of th wood. An un
controllable Impulse carried him there,
and though he was eagerly hoping, yet
he was not expecting to see her
there. At the crosspath she stood as
though waiting the elder woman of
the big house was with ber. Hla wood
land maid smiled.
"We were on our way to th Inn to
consult with you regarding Walden
house, Mr. Dacre," she said.
It was when Grant's Aunt Martha
was Installed In the house and young
Patience bad happily agreed to remain
a ber companion that Grant again
saw the black bracelet upon the arm
of his fiancee. She laughed at bli
glance of disapproving concern.
"Why, dear," said Patience, "th! la
my bracelet of good fortune. Had I
not come all this way to claim It,
should I have found you?"
Supoprtt for Overloaded. Frnit Trees
Wooden props for holding up overload
ed fruit tree branches are lest reliabl
than masts and wiring as they may gt
out of position or fall. If limbt are load
ed to he breaking point tomt tort of
support it essential. Forked saplings
cheapest but esll for great care to pre
vent wounding the branches. 0. A. C.
a happy, singing creature I remember Experiment Station.
If. Ills, tr MoCiara Mewspsir if no lest ;
Th alluring pro mis of fall caught
t th heart of young woman wing
ing lastly In hammock under Ui
tree. A book of French studies lay
ooen on Ih ground.
That morning Hi had received an
I MAISIE
By ETHEL M. HALL
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(t), till, br MoClare Nevspsper Srndleste.)
Tber was girl at Norrls'. That
was why Neal Hlnton want there so
often. Of course ther wer other
girls but they did not matter. They
wer promiscuous frowsy looking,
dull and painfully slow In bringing
orders. But this one Malsle I
Need decided after his first visit to
Norris" that she was "peach." Mai
si hd waited on hlm then. He re
membered that he had become sud
denly xclted when she bad stood be
tid hi table, asking in her quiet
voloa, "What will you have, tlr?" and
that a result be had hopelessly
mixed bis order and she bad laughed.
Maltlt'i laugh was wonderful. It
showed th wbltenexs of her teeth, snd
th dlmpl In one cheek. But then,
NJ thought everything about Malsle
was wonderful tbe wa sh did ber
NOTE Remington Gm Lotdt
are loaded exclueively in "Nitro
Club" Wetproof Shell. We rp roof
meMamJutt what it aaya.
Why Dealers Here inTown
are selling so many Remington Game Loads
IT doesn't take sportsmen long to get the ins and outs of any
thing new that's offered them.
When Remington announced the Remington Game Loads
last year, not all the men who wanted to try them could do so.
Because it was their first year and there weren't enough to go
'round.
But those who did shoot them told the others, and thia sea
son there is a demand for Remington Game Loads that has never
been approached in the history of the loaded shell business.
Whether you are already a Game Load enthusiast or have
yet to shoot your first box you will be interested in the facts
about powder we uncovered in our Bridgeport tests on loaded
shells. These are given in the panel at the right.
To the practical minds of the Remington organization, these
discoveries indicated that there was just one thing to be done
Fix a safe working standard of velocity, pattern and
penetration for each kind of small game.
Make this standard absolute. And load just the right
amount of powder to give it whether it takes an eighth dram
more or an eighth dram less.
That is the theory and practice of game loads.
Uniform shooting results instead of a hard and fast loading for
inula. Powder varies Remington Game Loads do not
Naturally, you won't find the weigh t of powder indicated on Reming
ton Game Load boxes because the weight is not fixed.
You do not find the name of the powder because Remington takes
f.11 rttt-wr.r.Q ihilitw fnr the shell rnmr,rine:ludinS the DOWder.
Go to your dealer's. Get one box of Remington Game Loads and shoot
them. We'll leave the rest up to your judgment.
REMINGTON ARMS COMPANY, Inc. XVew torn ciry
Establiihed 1816
These are the Tacts
disclosed by
Remington'sBallistic
Tests
A A given weight of the
ame kind of povder
doesn't always give the
ame velocity, pattern or
penetration.
B Powder varies batch by
batch even the same kind
and make. One batch, for
Instance, give a velocity of
93S feet per second. An
other may fall as low as
840 feet per second.
C-Thi is nobody' fault.
Powder comes that way.
D The man who buys his
shells by tho weight and
kind of powder often
misses a lot of game and
nf ver knows why.
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