HEPPNER GAZETTE TIMES, HEPPNER, OREGON, THURSDAY, JUNE 13, 1929.
PAGE THREE
- -ij -i7Tf timX-STPATEP EV FRANK B. PRVgWyy, J
NINTH INSTALLMENT
WHAT HAPPENED SO FAB
Tlie Hhorlrlan Dramatic Club, of
wnk:ii mm KiinecK, me nurrator, Mary
elia, the Klfl he cares for, and Jim
Cooper, hia rival, are members, start a
perlormunce of Pygmalion and Galatea
at the Old Suldiers' Home, but are In
terrupted by a tire. During the re
hearsals Tom Bilbeck Is accused by the
husband of one of the actors. Mr. Hem
ingway, of being in love with his wife.
Killing away from the scene of the
ill-fated piny in their coHtumes and
overcoats, the group of players Is held
up by two escaped convicts, one of
whom Is cuptured by Bilbeck after a
struggle.
The captured thief Is tied to a chair
at the Old Soldiers' Home. Unable to
leave the home as the car refuses to
budge, the players must stay there, and
Mr. Hemmlngwuy, hearing this over the
fihone, says he is coming right to the
mine as he Is suspicious of his wife
and Bilbeck. Meanwhile the Sheriff ur
ri vcs.
Hemmlngway arrives just when Bil
beck Is assisting Mrs. Hemmlngway,
who has fainted, and of course thinks
the worst. Meanwhile a disturbance is
heard in the cellar, and all In the house
rush down to it.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
"Well, I'm giggered!" exclaimed
the sheriff. "There's a lot of life In
that old horse yet. I didn't suppose
he could do that."
"Is he frightened?" Mrs. Lillie
love asked.
"No. He's just lonesome. He
ain't used to being alone at night,
and I suppose he was going to look
for me."
The inference was that either the
sheriff slept in the stable" with the
horse or the horse slept In the house
with the sheriff. At any rate I had
an explanation of the ghostly
sounds which had wakened me
from my doze when I started on
my ill-fated expedition down-atalrs
which had culminated In the sensa
tional mix-up with the Hemming
ways. While the sheriff and some of the
others captured the horse and tied
him to a ring In the stone wall, I
went back to the main floor. I
wanted to be alone and think.
As I came up from the basement
to the living-room, which was now
beginning to get light with the first
chill dawn of winter morning, I no
ticed Mr. and Mrs. Hemmlngway In
eager conversation. Apparently they
were approaching some sort of ne
gotiation for peace because they
were standing quite close together
and once or twice he made as if to
take her In his arms.
Far be it from me to Interrupt
any reconciliation between the
Hemmingways. There and there
only lay my hope of retaining my
job and incidentally the respect of
the community.
I was carefully tiptoeing across
the living-room to the door which
led to the stairway, perfectly willing
to have my progress unnoted, when
I was arrested, nay frozen in my
tracks, by the piercing voice of Pllk
Henwelher cautiously subdued to a
longshoreman's hall.
"Hey, Mr. Bilbeck!" he called. "I
want to warn you. There's a feller
here trying to steal your girl away
from you - the pretty blond one that
was making eyes at you last night."
Mr. and Mrs. Hemmlngway, who
had reached the sobbing-on-shoul-der
stage of their reconciliation,
now separated suddenly as If a
shell had exploded between them.
"So!" the husband shouted, his
anger at white heat once more. "My
suspicions were true after all! You
made such a fool of yourself that
everybody noticed it. And to think
that you would try to lure me back
by soft words! You vampire!"
He struck his forehead a sharp
blow with the palm of his hand.
"My Heaven! To think I am
married to you!"
Mrs. Hemmlngway's eyes,. usually
so placid, blazed in response to his
anger.
"You needn't be any longer than
it takes to get a divorce," she ex
claimed, half-hysterical with anger.
"If you're going to believe every
thing you hear we might as well
separate and get It over with."
Comrado Hcnwether and I were
observing the scene, he with ap
praising looks seeking to read In
their faces what he missed in their
speeches, and I with a chill horror
at the seriousness of the breach.
"I think she likes you best after
all," vouchsafed Pilk. "He's a mite
better looking than you be, but you
've got a way with you that goes
with the ladies, durned if you ain't."
Mrs. Hcmmingway shrugged her
shoulders helplessly and started
from the room. Mr. Hemmlngway
followed to the door, which she
slammed in his face.
I quickly gave up my intentions
of going up-stairs, which involved
passing through the living-room,
and went back to the basement in
stead, convinced that safety lay in
sticking to the crowd.
We went back to bed later for a
morning nap. When they woke me
up next time this was for break
fast I refused to arise until I was
provided with some clothes.
It was all very well to prowl
around in white tights at night
when I was hunting ghosts, but it
would look rather silly to appear in
them in broad daylight going about
the ordinary business of life, such
as eating soft boiled eggs or bring
ing in an armful of wood.
Unfortunately I am a larger man
than most of the veterans. I tried
on several pairs of trousers without
finding any that I would dare trust.
We had just about given it up as a
bad job when some one suggested
that Comrade Dreyenfurth was
very nearly my size.
His other pants were comman
deered. I have mentioned I believe,
that Abel Dreyenfurth's west leg
has been wilfully missing since An
tietam. For that reason the Dreyen
furth trousers last twice as long as
most men's. He uses the material
In the extra leg to reenforce the
scat.
For that reason they did not give
me all the protection I could have
wished. They were like the first in
stallment of a magazine serial
good as far as they went, but tan
talizing. Still they were better than noth
ing, so I got up.
The sun was bright and dazzling.
I went to the window to look out
What a beautiful world It was!
Tons of snow had been carelessly
tossed over the map with the lavish
hand of an inconceivable giant In
some places were graceful drifts as
high as a man, and against a shed
In the yard it was piled up even
with the roof.
It had been a tremendous storm.
Inside we had not realized the
amount of snow that had fallen.
City peoplo never know what a
snowstorm is like. It falls on
streets that are shoveled clear al
most as fast as it comes down, and
the little patches that remain are
almost Immcdiattely soiled with
tracks and the soot of countless
chimneys. But out in the open it is
different. There you can get an
idea of the way the Lord intended
the world to look in the winter
time.
Strangely enough the lake, which
lay peacefully crystallized at the
foot of the hill where the Home
stood, was comparatively free from
snow. The wind had swept its glis
tening surface clear, and it lay a
clear black blot on a white universe.
Here and there fishing shanties
dotted the lake, and near the shore
some boys were rigging an ice-boat.
One of them was up on the mast
threading a halyard through a pul
ley block. I remember when I had
done that sort of thing on my first
ice-boat.
I sighed. I could never do it
again not with my weight !
Breakfast was announced. I went
down, fully but not ornamentally
clothed.
The only one of our party who
spoke to me was Jim Cooper. Mrs.
Lillielove looked as if she were go
ing to, but suddenly she blushed
and lowered her eyes to her plate
without saying anything.
"Good morning," Jim assured me
cheerfully. "Isn't this a fine day?"
He rubbed his hands gleefully, as if
he had done it himself and expected
to be complimented for his skill.
"Yes," I mumbled, hurt and puz
zled to find myself an outcast in my
own circle.
Later I discovered that Comrade
Henwether had been doing a trav-
ellogue on my prowess as a ladv-
killer, which had been interrupted
by my arrival.
Mrs. Hemmingway's eyes were
red from weeping. Poor, woman,
she had not had any sleep at all,
judged. Her husband sat moodily
staring at his plate, but ate very
little.
Maryella and Mrs. Lillielove con
versed with paniful animation about
crochet stitches and new fashionB.
After breakfast Jim Cooper got
me to one side.
"Are you really in love with Mrs
Hemrningway?" he demanded, fix
ing my eye with a look that de
manded an honest reply. "Are your
intentions honorable?
"Of course I'm not in love with
her!" I replied with bitter emphasis.
"And I haven't any intentions."
"It's all for the beat, then. You
and I must reconcile them
I started away hastily.
"Not on your life. I haven't any
skin on my shins now just because
I mixed up in trying to help Mrs.
Hemrningway. You do the reconcil
ing. You fix it up and get all the
credit!
"I will," he declared confidently.
I can do it And all I ask
little thanks."
That's the way with Jim. He's
one of the best little fixers I know.
He is always eager to make some
one happy. Whatever happens he
likes to feel that he is the man who
mended the mainspring.
And he likes to be thanked, too.
Half a dozen thanks, and Jim will
go without his breakfast any day.
It's a vice with him. He has to be
thanked for something about every
so often, or he gets terribly depress
ed and thinks that he is not much
use to the world.
In an Anglo-Saxon community a
confirmed thankomaniac is continu
ally getting hurt. Since I have
learned of his habit I always thank
him every time I see him, even if I
can't think of anything he has done.
It saves lots of trouble.
So Jim agreed to fix up between
the Hemmingways. With elaborate
formality he invited them into a
small room off from the living-room
which served as an office for Colonel
Stewart. They followed him won
deringly, and he closed the door.
Jim was back again even sooner
than I expected. What chance had
a lad of his slender build against an
exasperated man as large as Hem-
mingway ?
from the rug where he had landed
and removed the cane chair scat
which was around his neck.
"I suppose it'B all for the best," he
observed.
"What?" I asked without enthu
siasm. "Well, I had to agree that you
would marry Mrs. Hemrningway,"
he explained painstakingly. "I tried
to make him see differently, but he
Insisted. You ought to be glad,
Tom. She's a very sweet woman
and will make a fine wife."
"You agreed that I would marry
her?" I demanded. "What In the
name of Mike have you got to say
about it?"
"Well," he explained, "I let him
think that you had sent me to patch
it up. Maybe I did wrong, but I
thought it was all for the best."
"Oh, I see." What difference did
it make, after all? One tangle more
did not make it much worse.
"People don't seem to appreciate
it when a man goes out of his way
to do them a favor," he observed
with martyrlike resignation.
"Pardon me," I said mechanically.
"Didn't I thank you? I certainly am
much obliged for your good inten
tlons."
"It was nothing at all, Tom. I'd
do it again for you any day. When
ever you get in a tight hole send for
me. I'm always willing to help. A
little thanks is all the pay I want."
Immensely cheered, he left me. It
was all for the best I had located a
paper weight to throw at him if he
offered to do anything more for me.
I picked up an old magazine and
tried to read. The story I started
proved to be a serial. I asked Com
rade Dreyenfurth, who happened
through, if they had a copy of the
number containing the next install
ment.
"No," he replied with aggravated
bitterness. "We get all our maga
zines from people who sent 'em to
us after they get through reading
'em. And nobody ever sent up a
complete set yet. I gave up trying
to read the serials five years ago."
"I can tell you what happens in
the November number,?' offered
Mrs. Lillielove, who had seated her
self near and had overheard the
conversation. "I read nearly all the
magazines that come out. It's ter
ribly exciting when you get six or
seven heroines in tight places all at
once.
(Continued Next Week)
MINSTREL SHOW COMING.
The minstrel fans of this vicinity
will be pleased to learn that one of
the very best and largest minstrel
organizations on the road is to visit
Heppner, Friday, June 21, under
canvas, according to advance notice.
Possibly certain people have forgot
ten that they are minstrel fans be
cause it has been so long since they
have had an opportunity to see a
really first class minstrel however,
the fever of the minstrel microbe
will get them when Arthur Hock-
wald brings his Richards & Prin-
gle's famous Georgia Minstrels to
Heppner. Doors open at 7, and the
He picked himself up performance starts at 8 p. m.
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