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PA'fiTC FJfiHT rEPFOTtT) MATT. TRIBUNE, MEDFORP. QREGONT, SUNDAY, MAKCIT. 20, 1932. H&VY CRAZltfS i A.. GRACE PERKINS . J Krsopnis: Locked in w room, iop flow rVir her father's antanomem to Aer elope ment u-lfh Oicfcey Oole. A pam pered 0trl of 17. she hot not be lieved that her family' disapproval of Ulckeu'e social standing actu ally could threaten her marriaa. Dicttey hat been tent away by Jir. Itoee. Chapter 17 WH0LE8ALE INSULT TTHO wants their damned old " food?" demanded Hone. "7 wouldn't touch II, it I was dying of thirst! The birds can have It and the worms " Whereupon v-iln one energetic and somewhat muscular gesture, Hope picked up the tray of tempt Ing, steaming food on dainty Wedg wood dishes, and Hung the whole thing, Into a clattering, smashing pile, out of her window! Which greatly relieved her nerves until she suddenly realized that It left her without a drop of cream or a crumb of food for the dole fully mewing Sassy. And until some two hours later she realized how plteously hungry he really wns! Late Into the moonlit night, Hope paced up and down her room, her Imagination working overtime. Packing her hags, and dressing so (hat she would h ready for travel. For surely Dickey would come! What could he delaying him? Had be really hurt Papa Robs and what was going to happen? She musn't ssk questions that couldn't be an- wered. The same questions beat ing over and over In her mind. . . . She must have faith. Dickey ivould come, and there must be some good reason why he hadn't arrived before this. Whatever the hour, she would go with him if she bad to leap out her window and Into bis arms to make It! Why on earth were her bedroom windows directly over the blubbering brook and the sunken garden? One couldn't very well tie a sheet and Jump the rest of the way down there only to land soused and wet to the skin! No Indeed! She'd run away It she had to, but that would be silly now, because ten to one she'd pass Dickey on the way, and besides, Papa would be watch' lng the garage, and how could she get any distance without a car be fore being caught? Better, anyhow, to wait until Dickey and his father arrived, and then leave, with perfect dignity, haughty and proud. . . , They had said they'd stick together no matter what, hadn't they? Oh, but surely Dickey would come. . , , And Hlckey would help them like he said. . . . And some day Dad would be sorry. . . . And see things In the right light. . . , Why were the walla of the house built so soundly? Why such silence such ghostly, gruesome sllonce everywhere, with only the faint tinkle of the phone In Papa's study ringing every few centuries? . . What was the matter with every body? Had they gone crazy? Was that the sound of a car on the driveway? Oh, why couldn't she see the front of the house? Who was coming or who was leav ing, and tor where? Dawn crept Into the rose and apple-green bedroom, and found Hope Fairfield Ross sitting by her open window, dressed in a blue duvetlne suit, her hat fallen to the floor, her yellow head bent against the window ledge In the sleep of exhaustion. Asleep but still dressed and ready for the slightest elgn, the barest sound of love to call for her and carry her away to happiness. . . , Long before Hope had succumbed to exhaustion, three men faced each other In the enormous bllllard-room below the house. If only the bride could hare seen or heard Hlckey, with Dohson at his feet, and Dickey by his side, pale and disheveled. John Howard Ross, before his huge cobblestone Ore place, one arm stiff In his sleeve. and the other raised with a vehe ment gesture that punctuated the narl of his words. "And the behavior of the boy," ha epeated with a nasal sting that robbed Ma voice of any human qual ity, "has only proven my state ments. Drunk at the Country Club n hour before he ran off with my hlld! Drunk, and In a list tight hat has put one boy In the hsnds f a surgeon today with a broken -ar-drum! He should be sued! I merit to have him arrested! I ouldn't soil my family name by .nterlng Into a court brawl with Iilm! My family will suffer enough is It Is with the publicity of this whole disgraceful affair!" "1 shan't leave until I see Hope, lust the same!" growled Dickey vllh white and glowering obstinacy. "She doesn't want to see you! "he doesn't wart ever to see you! Papa Ross fired the words back Into the boy's face. "I'll have to hear that from her own Hps!" Insisted Dickey for the fortieth time In the last hour. "Drunk you were!" shouted Papa Ross, not to be outdone In a little matter of repetition, "Drunk, I say, when you dared to run off with a girl who Isn't old enough to know her own mind! Ignore her family, and never so much as notify us of her safety or her whereabouts. Her mother is seriously HI as a result from a heart attack early this morn ing that has put her In a very grave condition. And as for your be havior when at last you got around to bringing my daughter home With a speechless, almost flabby twitching of his dry Hps, Papa Ross pointed to his own Injured left arm. "I'm sorry dreadfully sorry and aabamed but you didn't give me a chance!" cried Dickey hotly. "I've got some rights. Yon wouldn't even" "you've got no rights!" raged his father-in-law with a snap of hit Jaw. "You're nineteen and she's seventeen. You're minors! Infants! You have no rights, either one ol you, and I'll never give you a chance!" "And I'll never believe Hope doesn't want to see me, until " But old man Hlckey turned and put his hand on his son's shoulder. "That will do, boy," he said terse ly. Then, with a weary straighten ing of his bug square shoulders under his loose-fitting tweed coat, the producer turned somber eyes on the banker. "I have, sir," Hlckey spoke with slow deliberation and a careful dig nity to mask the unmanageable tightness of bis throat, "come here with nothing but good-will nothing but apology, and with a desire to meet you half-way all the way In order to keep these two children from ruining their lives. I have " "Half-way!" snorted Papa Rose fiercely. "Half way! With nothing but good-will and apologies, eh? With no thought to the Inheritance perhaps that Is Hope's " With sudden clenched fists, Hlckey squared off, In a flash of un controllable aiger. ' "God-damn you, air!" he roared, his throat easing for the first time In that hour with the relief of a good, round, wholesome fury. At his feet Dobson growled a warning, showing his pointed white teeth, as he plnntcd himself im movably before Hlckey's patent leather shoes. "No! No thought of money!" re peated Papa Ross, bringing bis good right list down on the edge of ths billiard table until several scattered little white and red bulls clicked dolefully. "You, with your four flops last season! You, with your son a parasite on his college! Fret tuition, because bis bralna are In his foot and he la able to kick a goal for his team! Don't think 1 don't know you. I've looked you up. I know everything you've done." Like a strenk Dickey was across the eight feit between them, while his father cried out a protest and bent to hold Dobson by the collar. But Dickey wasn't sane enough at the moment to listen to any pro test. Dickey was blind with anger with wholesale Insult, But not a second time was Papa Ross to be caught by the boy's un thinking rage. Before he fnlrly realized what ha was doing, Papa Rosa had grasped a billiard cue, lifted It high In the air. hla right arm free in the awing of vengeful anger, descending with a blow that crashed mightily downward, across Dickey's face anf shoulder, felling the boy with the stroke. For one dry-eyed moment. Papa Ross gased down at his feet, realis ing the extent of his own fury un derstanding vaguely In the back ol his mind, why the boy himself had twice been driven to physical at tack. . . . Then "Get out!" roared Hlckey. "(Jet out and away before I loose the dog on you!" John Howard Ross stared over at the straining Great Dane tearing at Hlckey's grasp. 'Get out of the room, I say!" shouted Hlckey with something close to murder In his own eyes as ha lanced the man, opposite him with one glance. Perhaps It was a sob that escaped Papa Ross's Hps as he dropped the billiard cue, and covered bis face with his hands. Half seeing, be msde his way out Into the hall, leaning agaln-t the door and listen ing to the sounds that emerged from the room. . , Copyright. Qract PerUsa) What It going en In the newt room? Mr, Roaa laarna, to his dis may, tomorrow. ... - .... u. HUNK CHAFr'IN TAILSrIN I OMMY-A Party and a Menace! ual rowus. 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