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PAGE sir MEDFORD' IIXIL TRIBITNE, MEDFORD, OREGON, MOXMlY, TUXE 20, 1932. ou Cant Marry f . W Sit . A I I ' . by Mia Clofl-Addamt .lYNOPSIS: When Oeorgie Re tell Townaend leavee on a bual neat trip with her employer. Orat ion Hatching, her couatn Jenny it let to look after Oeorgle'a new husband, Eddie, who haa had a nerve breakdown. Georgte has told Hatching that Jenny it Kd die't wife, in order to keep her fab. Jenny ttcrelly fovea Qarth Aventy, , , Chapter 21 HOLIDAY FROM FLYING .IB.VNY set her lips end unlocked w ths door. There was do scuffling behind It Ibis time Eddie eagerly faced her; polor was In his face and light In us eyes. Except for the bandages, l looked, for this moment, the big, tonftdent, rather donse Eddie the Ironder "bird-man" who had held teorgle's love. Jenny's heart ached lor him. "She had to daBh straight off. On business," she said slowly; and added, hoping that she might be flven the blame "Perhaps I made mistake; I told her you were Isleep." "And she went away?" . At Jenny's nod, he sat down again ' In the battered old chair. When she removed the wreckage of the first sup of coffee from the floor and poured him a second, sha looked at him timidly. -. "I wasn't asleep exactly." bo said, to (1 lunar, she again heard a plane go over the building. But Eddie, Immonsely amused by her encoun ter with the ogre, remained blessed ly unaware; and she felt more hope ful about him. If he could be kept Interested In other things for a while, he would surely recoverl "And so on Wednesday evening, Cinderella goes to the ball," she concluded lightly. "In a sliver dress and silver slippers, all given her by her fairy god-mother." "Georgle?" "Georgle." The laughter left his face. He began to rub tils knee with bis hand, an action she Instinctively dreaded. She was just going to say "Don't worryl" when be said It "No use my worrying, I s'pose. Thlngs'll come straight And, any way, It's all my fault tor playing the fool with that car yesterday. Bit of a miracle you weren't either of you killed. Georgle always said I was no good on the road. By the way " the rubbing hand clenched as he turned piteous eyes upon Jenny "yon won't tell her, will you?" "Tell her what, Eddie?" Jenny asked; "Why, that I get nervy about about other chaps crashing on to me and about the Idea of golnf up myself." Jenny set her lips and unlooked the door. ktter a gulp of ooffee. "I sort of collapsed. My norvos sojm a bit pset. I get unable to move, even when I want to. ... I lay, Jen, this ooffee It ooffee. Got any more?" "Plenty.:' She poured It, her heart little lighter. He refused to be lieve, apparently, that It was she who bad kept Georgle from him; but he was not angry with Georgia, either, for going away without a good-bye. Or was be angry? He looked unusually thoughtful. "When Georgle gets back," he aid suddenly, "there's no reason why she and I shouldn't have our honeymoon and then settle down somewhere. Is there? After all he was only going to keep on with this Job of hers until I got back from Mexico and I shan't be going to Mexico now." "Don't you think," she vontured "that Just because you can't go to Mexico, Georgle had better hold on to her Job for a time? Then you eould keep your money some of yonr money," she amended hastily s his frown deepened "until you're flying again or or doing something else. In the meantime, you could rest and get your nerves back to normal. You need a holi day badly." "Yes," be agreed. "I need a holl ay from flying. That's all a holi day." He caught at her arm his own shaking. Georgle seemed to (Up from his mind. "They can't expect me to fly the Old Man to night when I need a holiday so darn badly, can they?" "Mr. Matching Is going by train," Jenny reassured him. Then she grasped at an excuse for Georgle that ought, she felt, to have oc curred to her before. "Mr. Match ing came In with Georgle Just now, Eddie, and waited to take her In his ear. I refused to open this door and let hlra talk to you; and so Georgle couldn't get In, either." "Locked the Old Man out, did you?" Eddie threw bis head back and gave his old, familiar roar of laughter. "Marvelous kid I Go on, let's hear about It!" She let blm hear about It. She made quite an amusing yarn of It, In the end, and while she paused to let him lsugh over the Invitation I "I certainly won't tell her If you don't want me to." "Thanks. I don't fancy Qeorgl will have much use for me now, you see." Ills tone troubled her. "I think you're wrong. Georgle told me herself that she cares more about you than about her Job." "She hasn't said that since'' he pointed to his bandages. "She has she has I" Jenny was triumphant. "She told me Just now, while she was hurling her things to gether to go away.' And she doesn't say such things lightly. Only, you see) Eddie, she's more practical and far-sighted than you or I; she loves you so much that she wants you to be Quite free of worries while you're having your holiday. She said that, too. That's why she's determined to hold on to her Job until you're flying again or until" She hesitated over the alternative as she had hesitated before. "Or until you're doing something else, Instead." . ' He grinned wrlly and she knew he wanted to say that there was nothing ha could do but fly. But he wont on grinning crookedly at her and presently he remarked: "You'rea good kid. I say, Jen, It's funny, but 1 feel better stead ier when you're around. Kind of soothing, you are. Wonder If yon could pull me round In time?" Jenny flushed with pleasure. She looked Into the big, bandaged, wist ful face and then her own went down upon her outspread arms and she was crying as she had not cried for years. She felt Eddie hovering above her, concerned and sheepish. With a great effort Jenny con trolled herself and sat up. "Nobody has ever really needed me before. In all my Ufa. PeoDls always seem to to be going away ana leaving me gaping after them " Ker voice tfembled but sh got up briskly. "I should like tc try and cure you most awfully. An I believe I could, too." (Copyright, Julia CWt-Xddams; A nota from Avaney explains te Jenny tomorrow why he brokt, tils tneaotment with har !N WITCHES' TEST June 90. tAP) Witch dsflsrs again June !. (AP) Witch deflsrs again tried tonight to transform a billy goat Into a young man atop the lofty "Brocken." Clermany'e maalo mountain, without sucwbs as they expected. The blllygoat failed to appreciate the seriousness of the event and "ba shed" several times while modern British and German paychle rtaearch era read the ritual prescribe by an old book of black magic, brought from the archives of the National Laboratory of Phyalcal Research. London. 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