PAGE 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?
Copyright, Julia Clett-A&dams)
Th doctor shows hlmitlf still In
tarottod In ths marrlago, tomorrow,
and Jonny ms Qarth Avsnsy,
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Moving pictures of the tomato ln
diutry In the Rogue River vaUey are
being taken by the California Ore
gon Power compsny In cooperation
with the advertising committee ot
the Mectford Chamber ot Commerce.
A film depicting the progreea ot
the famous Rogue Valley tomato from
planting to canning and shipping will
be developed during the present sea
son and used to advertise the local
product.
Footage of the planting operations
have already been taken Including
machine planting on the Oeorge Al
ford ranch which Is an Innovation In
local planting methods. The complev
ed film will not be finished until
fall,
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