The Evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942, February 19, 1934, Image 6

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Newspaper Page Text"--'- .. - i ' THE EVENING HERALD, KLAMATH FALLS, OREGON February 19, 1934 page srx By Ahern By J. R. Williami I OUR BOARDING HOUSE MABEL McELUOH OUT OUR WAY CHAPTER I-A T HER 10 u striped red and whit canopy outslda 8t. BarUiolmaw's. Th red carpet at the edge ol the ildewalk waa al ready dusty from the scuffling at many feet Indoora an organ paalod lonoroualy. Bbtnlnc car aftor ahlnlng car lid up and deposited Ita well- dressed and acontod wedding guests. Ladles In beige. In blue, In black, with expensive turs lung over their modish shoul dore, although the day was warm. Gentlemen in the uniform ot the day, the topper, the striped trou sers, the perfectly cut tall coat, tba ahlnlng shoes. At lnnir hit the awaited thrill came. The brldel All brides should be lovely, and Ltla Hota ling lived up to the tradition. Oardonla fair her skin, buttercup yellow her shining hair, a fcathor or two ot wnicn eacapaa irom mo : rare point lace which framed her face. Her frock, of medieval cut, waa ot some soft, dull stuff. She wore a string ot pearls and you knew they were real. She car ried calls lilies. Lovely', lovely brldel Bow the muslo pealed aa she came, with cool dignity, into the vestry! The tall man with her her uncle, It waa whispered, a diplomat ot parts, who' had crossed the sea to "give her away" In the quaint old atylo marveled at her calm. The bridesmaids ahead six ot them in graded nasturtium tints, were more nervous than she. One ot them, a willowy redhead, trembled all over with every step she took. It mnst be her first wedding, thought Llla'a uncle, gravely. Kecks were craned, there was polite rustle all over the church. Scent ot lilies, of hothouse roses, of La VIerga Foils, delicate and Insinuating: sound of music, of traffic outside In Park Avenue, of New York Central trains rumbling somewhere In the "viwela ot the earth. Derek Bliss, rather like a faun in morning clothes, a well-tailored faun with stormy dark brows and eyes flashing amber lightnings, stood waiting for his bride. Derek, who was everything that waa eminently correct, from his col lege to his clubs, but who hadn't as much money as the Hotaling clan thought Ltla might expect Not that Llla's people were rich tar from it but they had a tra dition ot money in their house. All the Hotaling women had ex pensive tastes and Indulged them. ' Llla's father had died three years ago, exhausted from the strain. Gypsy had been sorry she couldn't go to Llla's wedding. xney naa met, aown on us uape, every summer. In childhood. Gypsy's Morell grandmother and Llla's had been friends. To the rambling - old - houses on the bleached shore they had gone, summer after summer. Of coarse, their lives, back home, had ran along entirely different lines. Gypsy's lawyer father made Just enough money to feed, clothe and house bis brood. JOTHINO was left over for ex pensive private schools, in Gypsy's childhood, while Lila had, of course, experienced what is known aa "the best" in that quar ter. Mia naa even naa a year In Paris, when she waa nineteen. tohllA flvnKv'a flrat iville?, tMp had been cut abort by Mother's operation. It was dnrinx G roar's rear at the settlement house (she had managed a course in klndergar tenlng In the year following her - mother's convalescence) that the two girls had renewed their ac oualntance. Lila, beautiful in turs, had rushed into the shabby brick establishment one Novem- oer aiiernoon. "My dear, I couldn't get away BD.lla Am T latn9" Thft nthn :. Junfni TAncniArfl enhhlpri frnntl. cally. Lila hart looked up to see the young secretary, neat and plum 111 UOI UlUft UiUO UUVK Bull ing at her. "Mv dear, isn't It . . . It's never Gypsy Morell!" They had seen each other rather often, as often as Llla's tianw f,lntiitfir nf AmrncramaTita wouia permit, tnat winter. Ana now Lila was belli it married on the same day as Gypsy. Lila wasn't thinking of Gypsy at the moment, however. She was occupied with her self, her train, ber bouquet. Derek looked rather sweet, didn't he? He was rather a lad bit of a Iamb, that boy, Yes, it was a pity he hadn't more money, but she, Lila, would soon see to it that he got more of it. That was a wife s job. . . I. Lila, take thee, Derek ..." T ......... (.Ml J J J were ail exactly alike. She d been a bridesmaid twice last season. Ton got bored with the ritual, hn't It a pity there wasn't more kick to it T How solemn the clergyman sounded! - The organist crashed Into the recessional now. She faced about triumphantly. She knew she looked her best. That photog rapher bad kept her standing 'or buuugii, hi a iuiuu one was Just a wee bit tired. She could ao with a cocktail this moment. nOWN the aisle they went. u Lila kept her eyes open. She didn't believe in this beaming- bride stuff. - Demureness was more her style, anyhow. No lingering outside here, ai at Gypsy's simple wedding. Lila and Derek ran the gantlet of old ladles and disappeared In the maw ot a shining long-limbed car. The reception was to be at Sherry's. Lobster thermldor. Curved glassei brimming with golden bubbles. High, nervous laughter. An or- vuco.ta mi uuiuiiug aDOVS it an. "Come along, sweets, let's get out of this!" That was Derek, frowning, looking at his watch. "We're riding a bit close to thi wind.". Llla's la.ugb.ter roBOJilch- r and higher. 'They mnst come :hey must all come to see them oft She vanished, reappearing In a dark blue costume which ef fectively showed off her slender, rounded figure. She had a knol ot green orchids tor her sllvei fox. Her makeup waa a triumph She looked flawlessly young, lophlsticated, amused. The suite waa packed to tht brim with roses, with telegrams, exotlo fruit In tall baskets. Derek gloomed around, handa in pockets, waiting for the signal which wonld call the merrymakers ashore. "Why not come along? Why not all of yon . . ." Lila waa forget ting the occasion waa her honor moon. She wanted to make it a wholesale cruise. At last they drifted away and the two were left to hang over the ship's edge alone. "Happy, dearest?" Her voice was decidedly pettish. Nerves crept Into it, now the ex citement had died down and the audience had disappeared. "I'm a wreck. Honestly. What a day!" Her face waa a white blur in the early dusk. He caught at her hand. The engines, far below, churned Into lite; a whistle brayed. Si lently the big boat moved away from the pier. Life waa beginning tor Lila and Derek. rpHB ferry carrying Gypsy and -a- Tom, in the shining little car, slipped through the warm Septem ber night "Look, Tom!" Their ear bad been the first one on the boat, so they had a splendid view ot the harbor. "Look, that must be yea, it is the Empiric. Llla'a boat" The majestic ship, a fairy cargo of twinkling lights, moved on its way. The ferry rocked a little in the wash. Tom said, lightly: "Ton ought to be going to London and Paris, too, instead of to a little shack on Long Island." "Why, yon great big silly!" She widened her eyes at him. "As It I didn't love Wading Hollow I Aa if I'd give np our two weeks there for London or Paris." ' The young husband grinned at her. He waa very likable when that amtle crinkled np his sun browned face with Ita crown ot fair, curling hair. "So you're satisfied, woman, are you!" , "You're darn shouting I am." It was Just as well Mrs. Morell wasnt around, to hear her daughter's choice of words. The ferry bumped Into the slip and Tom drove expertly off into the downtown streets ot the city. They would cross another bridge, and find one ot the main arteries which led down Long Island, and they wonld stop when they were tired, some hours later, at a pleas ant little inn they knew, halt way down, tor dinner. They planned to reach the beach house before midnight. There everything iad been put in readiness for them by Tom's elder sister, Roslna, ' who had a summer place several miles away. The Wading Hollow place, cabin and some acre or so of ground, was yonng Mr. Weaver's sole heritage. He had come into the property some years before on the death of a maiden aunt Gypsy had spent several weeks there, the season before, under Rosina's chaperonage, and had fallen in lore with .the place. "Rose said ahe'd put np new curtains," Tom said, cheerfully. "You won't know the- shack, it's so dressed np for you." "If you've changed one stick or stone of It," Gypsy warned him impressively, "I'll never speak to you again. It was perfect as it was." . Tom drove, one-handed fashion. His free arm held his small wife in Ita curve. They left houses be hind, left the winking lights of villages, after their, simple meal: they smelled the sweet scent of pine and salt water, of hay drying In the fields. "Mmmmm , . ." That was Gypsy. "Don't you love It?" "We're almost there." They turned Into the dirt road and bumped over It gallantly. The moon made a track on the waters Just ahead. "Home, Mrs. Weaver, ma'am." The little house waited for them, dark and silent and wel coming. . Tom carried her over the threshold. (To Be Continued) ' The Gaelic language is used as an everyday tongue by more than 15,000 persons living on Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia. Belgium Is the most densely populated country In Europe, having 686 inhabitants to the square mile. Flapper Fanny Says Girls who balance their figures often tax , tuclr energies. iT, m I THOUGHT HIPS V -J U U U JWSIW. MtWN TO W VOU DTDNT ( GAD ! 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