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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. . ,
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