HEPPNER GAZETTE TIMES, HEPPNER, OREGON, THURSDAY, MAY 2, 1929.
PAGE THREE
-rW ILLUSTRATED EV FRANK B. PR'veWf, 1
Third Installment
WHAT HAPPENED SO FAB
Tom Bllbeck la the narrator. He li a
fat newspaper writer who drives a tumble-down
car he calls Grandmother
Page. He Is in love with Maryella, his
rival being Jim Cooper. The three are
members of an amateur dramatic group.
Plans for a play at the Old Soldiers'
Home are under way. Grandmother
Page has engine trouble while Mary-
cm. i uui driving wnn BUDecK, and
Cooper, passing In a big roadster,
taunts him. After Maryella has left
Bllbeck is able to start his car again.
ine amaieur players are to give Fyg
malion and Galatea at the Old Soldiers'
Home. In their version Bllbeck is to
act as the statue, and Maryella despairs
when she discovers his bow legs. Mrs.
Hemrningway later flatters Bllbeck and
talks to him about the play, Bllbeck
pais ner hand, only to find a rough
hand grasping him by the shoulder and
lifting him out of his seat.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
Mr. Hemrningway does not be
long to the club. He is managing
editor of the Daily Mall, and has to
work nights too often. But he us
ually calls for his wife to take her
home from rehearsals.
We stood In the aisle and glared
at one another.
"Why, John!" Mrs. Hemrningway
Interposed. "I wasn't expecting you
for quite a while yet."
"I can see that," he retorted, not
taking his eyes from my face. "Now
all I want to know is who you are,"
he shouted at me. "Take off that
mask before I yank it off."
He made a motion toward me
with his open hand.
His wife stopped him.
"Don't, John. It's Tom Bllbeck.
That's his real face."
John Hemmingway's face fell. He
and I are close friends. We went
through all our schooling together,
and we belong to the same secret
societies. I suppose we have sworn
eternal friendship and brotherly
love on a dozen occasions. It was
partly owing to him that I held
down my star Job on the newspa
per. "Oh!" he exclaimed, and turned
to his wife. "But"
She had stepped out in the aisle
and his eye fell on her costume for
the first time. He was speechless
with admiration, I thought.
"What have you got on?" he de
manded hoarsely. "Is It anything
at all, or have I merely got a speck
in my eye?"
"This is my costume for the play,"
she explained carefully.
"Your costume?" he repeated,
puzzled. "Where is the rest of It?"
"This Is all."
"All? What do you represent a
clothespin?"
"No."
Mrs. Hemrningway has the virtue
and the fault of literalness.
"I am a Greek boy."
"Not any more," her husband
stated firmly. "You can quit right
here. I won't have my wife parad
ing around In that kind of a what
ever it is."
"It's a Greek tunic."
"It is not," he declared, looking at
It more closely. "It's my best silk
sport shirt with the neck cut out
and a little embroidery around the
tails! Go and get some clothes and
I will take you home."
"Oh, John! You don't mean it!"
Mrs. Hemrningway was genuinely
alarmed now, and feared that he
was in earnest.
"This is all for Art"
"I don't care whether it for Art
or for Tom Bllbeck. Go, cover 'em
up."
By this time the rest of the com
pany had heard the discussion,
which had been conducted in the
same tones as those ordinarily used
on the bleachers at a baseball game.
They gathered around.
"Please, Mr. Hemrningway,"
pleaded Maryella. "You couldn't
make Helen withdraw now. It will
break up the show."
"If she doesn't it will break up
the Hemrningway family," he de
clared firmly.
"Is Mr. Hemrningway here?" in
quired a voice loudly from the rear
of the auditorium. It was the boy
from the box-office.
"Yes," replied John. "What Is it?"
"You're wanted on the telephone."
Hemrningway left us a dejected
group.
"What can we do?" wailed Mary
ella disconsolately. "What will the
old soldiers do?"
"Don't worry," Mrs. Hemrningway
said. "I'll manage him some way.
I'll fix the costume up so he will
approve all right."
She sighed with regret at the idea.
Hemrningway returned.
"Get dressed, Tom," he said to
me. "We've got to go over to the
office."
"What happened?" I asked.
"There has been a jail-delivery at
the penitentiary, and twenty pris
oners have escaped. It's a big story,
and we'll have to have you handle
it"
A chorus of protests went up at
the Idea of my leaving the rehear
sal. I was just peeved enough so
that it-did not make any difference
to me. They had made fun of me,
and now that I had a good excuse
for withdrawing they could see how
they could get along without me.
The Idea of taking the long, cold
trip out to the penitentiary did not
appeal to me in itself, but I was
glad to be able to leave the theater.
Hemrilingway had gone after tell
ing his wife he would send a taxi to
take her home.
The coach came out in front of
the curtain to announce that the
stage was all set for the third act
'Everybody on stage," he request
ed.
I did not respond.
"Surely you are not going to go
away during a dress rehearsal?"
said Jim Cooper.
I really have to go," I replied
and added bitterly: "It doesn't make
any particular difference. I believe
that you will find the dummy more
pleasing to some of the members of
the cast and if you use it I'm sure
it will save me a lot of trouble."
"Maryella" Jim turned to her
"can't you say something to make
Tom remain? He'll do it for you."
Maryella looked at me with a
coldly flashing eye.
"I doubt," she hesitated, "whether
anything I could say would have
any effect. I imagine that his inter
est In the rehearsal will cease with
Mrs. Hemmingway's departure."
I could scarce believe my ears.
How could she be so unreasonable?
I turned on my heel and made down
the aisle for the front of the thea
ter. ,
"Tom," some one shouted after
me.
I continued my way unheeding.
"Oh, Tom!" "Wait a minute!" im
plored Jim.
I did not answer. If I had I might
have said something that I should
have regretted exceedingly later.
Some one was coming down the
aisle after me. I quickened my pace,
determined to listen to no pleadings.
Maryella had chosen to bring per
sonalities into it, and I would not
stand for It that was all.
I reached the main entrance of
the theater and stepped through a
door into the brilliantly lit lobby. A
man who was buying tickets at the
box office loooked up and with a
yell ran out into the street, leaving
his change behind on the shelf.
Some one opened the door I had
just closed behind me. I did not
look around.
"Tom!"
It was Jim Cooper's voice.
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"I thought you' might want these
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He thrust something into my
hands and then hastened back into
the theater.
It was my trousers!
CHAPTER III.
Watch for the Big Surprise!
The penitentiary is- one of the
things that places our city on the
map. Therefore any happenings of
importance out there dominates the
local news and figures largely also
in the Associated Press dispatches.
The prison authorities- had been
having considerable trouble because
of a number of men among the pris
oners who were agitating for an
eight-hour day, and some new fox
trot records for the phonograph, or
something like that. The warden
had not granted their demands, so
this jail-delivery practically amoun
ted to a strike. The men who es
caped left word that they would not
come back until their demands
were acceded to.
Of course it was really a lot more
serious than that, but I wrote It up
in that fashion for the Daily Mail.
Not that I felt particularly face
tious far from it; but that is my
newspaper style. The public and my
employers expect it of me.
What really occupied my mind
was the unpleasant recollection of
my departure from the Sheridan
Dramatic club and simultaneously
from the good graces of one Mary
ella, eminently desirable spinster.
I also had room In my conscious
ness for an uneasy speculation as
to whether or not John Hemrning
way really thought that I was flirt
ing with his wife. I could get an
other job, of course but my berth
on the Daily Mail and Its allied syn
dicate was very pleasant and lucra
tive.
They had to hold the presses for
me on the city edition until I re
turned from the "pen." so that it
was after two when I finally left
the office to get supper at an all
night lunch-counter. I turned , in
about three, but didn't get to sleep
for an hour or so after that i
It seemed as if I had barely dozed
off when my telephone rang. I got
up and answered it.
"Hello, I growled.
"Hello, Tom. This is Jim Cooper
talking."
I muttered something under my
breath.
"Don't swear," he observed pleas
antly. J'You ought to be glad I
woke you up."
"Glad?" I repeated incredulously.
"What have I got to be glad about?"
"Because Maryella wants to talk
to you, for one thing. She asked me
to tell you to come over to her
house as soon as possible. You see,
it is all for the best."
"Go to the deuce," I advised cross
ly-
"I should be glad to," he was an
swering in an unruffled tone as I
hung up the receiver.
I went back to my nice warm bed,
but sleep was effectually Interrupt
ed for the day. My curiosity was
aroused.
What did Maryella want? Proba
bly something wherein I would be
the nickle-plated goat I was sus
picious. Still, it was nice of her to make
the first move toward reconciliation.
In the past that had always been
my part. Maybe she knew she was
in the wrong and wanted to apolo
gize. There was only one way to find
out I got up and dressed.
After breakfast I walked to Mary
ella's house. The air was quite cold
and a light snow was falling. We
had had cold weather before and
there was a couple of Inches of Ice
on the river, but this was one of
ouo first snowstorms.
Mrs. Hemrningway was with
Maryella. The house living-room
of the Waite home was littered with
sewing materials, endless ruffles and
basting threads. A cheerful Are was
burning in the grate.
The two young women were on
the floor cutting something out of
white cloth. The atmosphere was
too happy and industrious for me
to preserve my grouch in. I almost
regret to say that I thawed out at
once.
"We're making pads," Maryella
explained after I was comfortably
settled.
"For me?" I asked suspiciously.
"for everybody who needs
them," Maryella added hastily, in
terpreting the hostility In my tone.
"For you, for Mr. Cooper and for
Mrs. Hemrningway."
"For Mrs. Hemrningway?" I re
peated lncreduously. "I don't see
what she needs of "
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could finish.
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"Mrs. Hemrningway, who Is
speechless with modest blushes,
wishes me to thank you on behalf
of herself and her Creator. As a
matter of fact we are not making
any pads for her. Quite the reverse,
in fact
"But we are building some for
you and Jim.
"You should see the fine large
chest we have wished on our husky
Greek warrior; and as far as you
are concerned Well, all I can say
is that we used Mrs. Hemrningway
for a pattern. But that Is not what
I asked you to come over and talk
about"
"No?" with a polite inflection
from me.
"N'j. Did you ever read a story
entitled 'Dollyanna'?"
"Not yet," I replied with my best
noncommittal manner. "I have
heard of It though. What's it
about?"
"It's about a great many things,"
Maryella explained seriously, "but
mostly it's the story of a girl who
believes that no matter what hap
pens it Is all for the best She is an
awfully dear little child, and she
always looks upon the bright side
of everything. It's sort of sad too,
because she gets hurt once and
nearly dies, but she cheers every
body up just the same and tells
them that it is all for the best be
cause It has been a dull season for
the undertakers anyway."
(Continued next week.)
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