Medford mail tribune. (Medford, Or.) 1909-1989, June 21, 1932, Image 6

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Newspaper Page TextPAGE SIX You Cant Marry y- A by Julia CleI-Addanu J&SllW amurnm: "fa nice to try and cure you, Jenny Kevell tells Ed die Townsend, vthose nervce are shattered. Her cousin Ueorgte, VJho hae iutt married Kddle, it on a business trip, having told her employer that Jenny hae married Eddte. Though Jenny loves Garth Aveney, he hae broken an engagement tolth her. Chapter 22 BY SPECIAL MESSENGER "FNO yOD know, Eddie, that there have been any number of hang ings and crashing! and thrummlngs going on down In the streets wtrile we've been talking and they didn't worry you a scrap because your ears were closed to them? '"Now If you'll promise me that every time you get panicky you'll close your ears against everything except what I'm saying to you I'll have you all right In no time!" Eddie was enormously amused. She was glad of It his laughter could never hurt ber. Besides, she knew she was right. She let him enjoy the Joke and then suggested ha should Inspect bis bedroom and let her unpack for blm. But Eddie, thrusting his hands deeply Into his pockets, became stubborn. "I don't come here to live until I come openly as Georgia's hus band," he announced. "Not as things are now. You may be right or wrong about her Job and I may be right or wrong about It" and after s weighty pause "and she may be right or wrong. But I'm not going to be kept here like a darn bird In a cage until my wings are grown again! - "You'll find me a room somewhere, Jen, there's a good kid. Gave up my rooms. Any old back street will do. No use throwing money about In a swanky hotel." "No use at all," agreed Jenny. She stood considering, her hands In ber pockets, her brows bent. Into the silence came the sound of someone at the door. Eddie's fnce lost every vestige of color. He Jumped back against the window as though he had some wild plan of climbing oa to the loads. Jenny realized that this first test of ber power would be the last She followed him, forcing blm to look her In the eyes, cutting through his mutter of "Don't let them send me up! Don't let them, Jenny!" "Listen to mo, Ed! No, you're not really listening, not as you can listen. Close your ears to every thing except what I'm saying now. Hobody is going to tent you up un til you leant to go and nobody it going to crash down on to you." , "Honest, Jen?" ' "Honest. So what have you to worry about"" "Nothing," admitted Eddie, al most unwillingly. "Then you go on listening In your mind to what I've Just said. I'll see who It Is at the door." As Jenny bad expected, It was Gill wbo was at '.he door. He said noth ing at all, but Jerked an enquiring thumb at the Interior of the apart ment. "Mr. Townsend Is feeling better," aald Jenny, answering the thumb, "but I'm glad you came up, QUI. I wonder If you know of some cheap, oulet room tor blm? He doesn't want to stay here." , She had expected a long, long period of ruminating, and It startled her when he suggested without a moment's hesitation, "Mrs. Bigger." "Would she take a boarder? Is her house clean? And quiet? And would ahe look after hlra s little If I weren't with him?" To each question In turn QUI gave his weighty nod. Then he Jerked bis thumb' again at the little hall and said, "Luggage?" Jenny produced Eddle'a solitary suitcase and the big-shouldered superintendent swung It easily from the right hand to the left. Then he demanded: "Mr, Townsend?" He seemed to expect to carry Eddie, too. "I'll bring him along. If you will go first, GUI, and explain, I'll look after Mr. Townsend." As long as she lived Jenny never forgot that first droadful walk with Eddie. Last night, under itt tired feet, Eyle Street had seemed long, but with Eddie clutching at her boulder, swerving and Jibbing like a terrified horse at evory sudden sound It seemed like a road In a nightmare that goes on and on until tt last one wakes. By the time she had Installed him In Mrs. Blgger's gpper rooms, she tolt as though she, no, would swerve and Jib and finally .wn tall and run away. But she did not let blm guess It She talked to him, brightly and steadily all the way there, while people stared and children pointed at his bandages and bis uncertain eteps; and sbe weut on talking now while aha unpacked his belongings. WILL BE BRIDE NSW YORK, June SI. (AP) Mrs. Mori Ewlng ot Portland, Ore., self styled "motlier ot the bonvis expedi tionary foroee" turned up at the city hill today with enough nickel and dimes to purchase a marriage license for herself and her "color guard" Ad am Landles, 40. The bride-to-be wore a battered plug hat and a sash, with her "mo ther" title on It, around her ahoul dor. The prospective groom carried hla Intendent'e banjo, which used to be a washpan. Both gave the Washington head quarters of the bonus army as their home address. They said they expect ed to be married tomorrow. "Isn't Mrs. Bigger a good sport) She's so ugly you think first she must be thoroughly bad-tempered but she Is one of the most amiable people I've ever met. Do you think you'll find your handkerchiefs If I put them in this drawer?" , "Only a girl would ftisa with a lot of handkerchiefs at all," said Eddie drowsily. "Much simpler never to unpack anything, then you can al ways find It" He was lying on the narrow bed, bis bands behind bis head, his eyes closed. He bad been pushed and per suaded Into Mrs. Blgger's shop In a pitiful state of nerves, but the sight of bis future landlady, bad so de lighted him that he had thrown aside his tears and followed ber quite naturally up the stairs to the room he was to occupy. Mrs. Big ger had sense enough not to cate chize him about his accident; she promised to come up later, when be had bad "a nice snatch ot sleep" and read to him trom the Sunday papers; and rather to Jenny's sur prise he had grinned and agreed. "I like that old horror," he re marked when she had gone. "She doesn't get me all fussed up like those doctors and nurses did. I never could stand hospitals. Mrs. Bigger will suit me down to the ground Indoors and you'll be there, won't you? when I have to go out Between the two ot you I shall do fine." "I'll come back this afternoon or this evening," she promised. She noticed that he had not mentioned Qeorgle again. It was perhaps a pity that ahe must be mentioned at all. But there was no choice. ' "It Goorgle stays on with Mr. Matching," she began reluctantly, "she will have to take care that he doesn't hear that she Is married. We shall all have to take care to keep It secret . . . You'll take care, too, won't you, Eddie?" "Personally I'm going to let people say and think anything rather than tell them the truth," she added firm ly. "You must back me up, because we can never know what may not come to Mr. Matchlng's ears. At any rate" as he still made no kind of response "until Georgle comes home, and you can discuss things with her." She waited for a moment but there was neither word nor sgln. Was be really asleep? No, she was sure he could hear her. She sighed and quietly opened the door. She bad a great longing to get out of the bare, poor little room with Its coarse lace curtains out Into the air. "Jenny!" The call came Just as she waa over the threshold. "I hate to bother you about any thing," she protested, returning to his side. "But Qeorgle made me see that It's most frightfully Important that" "All right, kid. I'll remember. I'll talk any darn nonsense anybody likes. I'll begin by telling Mrs. Beauty Bigger that I've got three wives already, Qo on, you buzz off. I'm sleepy again. Anyway, I've got plenty to think about" She left him to It In aplte of his nonchalance she knew he was hurt; hurt and bewildered and lonely. So often she had herself been all those things that she knew how he longed to be alone. She had a final word with Mrs. Bigger, then crossed the road to the hotel and there paid her bill and eollected her few possessions. As she was leaving, the clerk called her attention to a note which had, he said, arrived for her by special messenger shortly after she had left that morning. She opened It She did not need to look at the signature to read that It was trom Qarth Aveney. He had Just the writing she would have Imagined for him, big, sprawling and yet orderly. "1 feel sure you didn't really ex pect me to keep our appointment this morning. Fortunately tor me, I heard that you were expected else where. And so, to tell you the truth, was L" She etared at It read It again, then tore It Into small pieces. "Ex pected elsewhere?" The words con veyed nothing to her; perhaps they were not meaut to. When a man cut an appointment with a girl sim ply because he could not stand be ing In ber company. It bardly mat tered what excuse he sent! She took her way haughtily back to the apartment Perpetually she seemed to Journey to and fro along these hot stroetsl Waa It only yesterday evening that aha had left rather than heard his oar draw up at the curb and had taken ber place at bis side? 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