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About The Evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942 | View Entire Issue (March 5, 1934)
THE EVENING HERALD, KLAMATH FALLS, OREGON March 5, 1934 PAGE srx UKOin BT.nm todax OTI'KT HO HE LI. aa TOM WHIVUII art aarrlri laa mmmm Sar mm I.ILA IKITAMNO IKHKK M.IHS. I N. amaMtla ta lira la laiarr, wall OrP'T ! " leaaa la "' ' ! iMfblM la a aellleairaf aahaal. Afltr rilirilis fraaa kftl kaarraiaoa la Karapr Mia lavtfea I laa la wraltar HAIIKO I1IIOUUHTON. vraa aaea aakrt Urpmy Marry hlaa. Il- hanm mrw WIIB aiiraiiona waira aaa arcrata caaaa aaa la Jrloua mi loa-a aivrvat , n ' Hl.AM IIAIlll. Aflrr Ika aarlr Tom mn4 ttrvav quarral, al aaaea la lalrr FMlnrrd. Saopnlns for Cfcrlataaaa. flnay Mrrta UroaKbton wko aSVra mrw ' m Jab catnlwrulns ala library. ,: 3rr araltalea. Ihea asrvra. plannlas la nae laa money lhaa raraea ! bay Toma cbrlatraaa - frill, nrooaatoa alvra hat aa aa vanca payaieat at S30. HOW 00 OH WITH TUB (TORT j CHAPTER XIII 1 rpOM b tared at the box he held In A his hand. "But darling, It's, ' magnificent! Bow did you ever . . ."! Then he remembered. He was not lust any husband, worrying about; : bills. Ho was Gypsy's Tom and this was Christmas Day, when anything mignt nappen. Just me same, ins ' platinum watch rather worried him. Gypsy must hare gone deeply Into debt to buy It. What an ador ' able thing she was! . Gypsy's heart was , going Tery last She stared at him with round yea. Ton mustn't ask Questions, dearest, on Christmas Day." He kissed her, penitent and , abashed, his heart fairly swelling with lore lor her. Gypsy opened all her packages. Little squeals of delight greeted the scent, the gloves, the flowers. DK. .... . IiaaIp nnil.. fca filllna, and the candy on the coffee table. She said, and truly, that she loved it all ... she loved everything, and ha was a smart key to remember her likes to wed law U107 uau rmusm. woolly rose dressing town was belt ed about her slim figure. Her curls were tossed and her eyes bright Their first Christmas together was being a great success. She had even set np a tiny tree in a corner of the living room (Derek bad been right! ). Later they would go to mid-day dinner at her mother's house. Tom had brought the car into the city the previous week-end, so that', their bundles might be transported in comfort They drove off, just after noon. In the little car, the rumble seat crammed with gayly wrapped bun dles. Gypsy snuggled close to Tom's side. What fan Christmas was! It bad a special, a different flavor trom any other day in the year. There was turkey. There was cranberry sauce. There was plum padding. The old house wore enfla in all Us windows. The . kali smelled of fir boughs and fruit cake and candle-wax. Mrs. Morell had her hair waved; there was a flush ta her thin cheeks. "Dear children! No, yovrre not late CiytJe was yast basting the bird. Daddy a down at the furnace. He'll be upstairs in a mioate. Ton ran vp and lay yoar things off in my room, Gypsy. Cousin Lou la in years and I dont believe she's dressed yet" IOGSTJffLoa was a spare, araU- lag, middle-aged weman from' isbury Park, always included in the Christmas group. Mr. Morell looked around the table with a swelling sense of life's goodness. A: aura had his shares of hardens and worries often he dMnt know how be was going to make both ends meet and then Christmas came along, and he was thankful just to bare his dear ones gathered around him. There was Gypsy and that nice boy she'd married. Gypsy was all right He didnt have to worry about her. A couple of years back, be hadn't quite known ... Gypsy had been going places with that old ish, rich - man. He and Mother badnt liked the idea. But then the thing had straightened Itself out All his worry had been for nothing. Gypsy had fallen la love. Now she was starting life as he and Mother had. There wasn't much money, of course, but the boy was young and clean and ambitious. Gypsy was taken care of . . . No one would have known, watch ing his lined and prosaic counte nance, as be sliced meat and spooned dressing, that such thoughts were his. "Some ef the white meat Bertram? I guess he thinks the second joint is choicer." The old white china, with its gilt bands, the deep blue glasses, the rose wreathed plates for the pud dingell, all were in their accus tomed places. This was Christmas, with all the good old things as they had ever been. Morells had eaten from this china 100 years ago, thought the father gravely, and would 190 years from bow, please Godl Clytie rolled In with fresh plates, Tolled out attain with laden onea. She was brave in a stiff new uni form today. Her crinkly hair had been "straightened" for the occa sion, ,., ptPST was cracking walnuts for Cousin Lou. Across the table, the girl twin squeaked Joyously at some Joke ot Tom's Gypsy's new scent was much admired and every one exclaimed ovor his or her gifts. They all felt expansive and happy. Afterward this sense of well-being would deepen into drowsiness. The younger ones would go off to coast the elder ones would steal a nap, perhaps. But at the moment all was cosiness and laughter. GvrjRV collanaMl into her favorite deep chair by the fireplace, after ward. "I dldnt know I was so tired un it this instant," she confessed lux uriously. "Wo were up until all hours. I hadn't wrapped any of my packagos . . , and I had to trim Itlie tree . . ." Tom sold be proposed a walk In talf an hour or so. Did anyone want to corns along? Gypsy stifled '.yawq, Sbjk, aba seM,JaA MABEL . McBJJOU OitulCASamlra a walk would do her worlds of good, but she wasn't going to have one. She was going to curt up on the sunroom couch and snatch 40 winks. Bo the party separated, as family parties have a way of doing. The wind outside blew coldor, the early dusk fell and the lamps were light ed. In the kitchen regions Clytie clattered cheerfully away with the last pans. She would don her new purple silk presently and go off to the African church In the village. The bill that Mr. Morell had given her crackled enticingly In her purse. Clytie waa thankful. She experienced the Christmas spirit The house quieted down. Mr. Morell doied by the fire in the liv ing room, his wife and Cousin Lou played checkers at a table nearby and in the sunroom Gypsy, curled up under an old Paisley shawl, tried In vain to sleep. At first she had been desperately drowsy hut, once she had stretched out she had come stark awake and her con science had begun to prick her anew. , What a tool she'd been (she thought) to let Marko talk her Into this! It would only mean keeping a secret from Tom and he'd never in the world understand it Well' she would work out the $50 with Marko aha would give him the very best she knew how to give In the way of labor and then she'd not see him again. Marko's way ot living was too Insidiously easy for a young working wife. He made things so soft so luxurious. At long last she tell asleep to dream troubled and uncertain dreams In which Marko Broughton. wearing a long beard and flourish ing a big stick, threatened her with dire happenings. She woke, trembling all over with nervousness. Tom was standing over her. big and young and vital. "What's the matter, darling? Think yon see a ghost?" "Oh, I had such a dreadful dream!" He put his arms around her. "Lasybones, that's what cornea ot eating too much dinner and going to sleep. I've walked miles. I feel great" CHB sat np, shaking the steep oat v of her eves. "Where la every bodyT" They're congregated ta the kitchen, popping corn," Tom told her. "It's eight.' o'clock. Tour father's talking about wanting sup per." "Sapper!" Gypsy cried, appalled. "We only left the table a moment ago." "You're lost count Tom Jibed. He palled her to her feet Arm In arm, they Joined the group In the kitchen. Beatrice had her red silk frock covered by a tent-like apron. She was slicing bread. Mr. Morell withdrew his head from the Icebox door. "We're scrabbling tor supper," he told bis eldest daughter. "Come and help." Gypsy said she couldn't eat a bite. She felt like a Strassbourg goose al ready. 'But when at last the lnv promptn feast waa spread, she found herself nibllng at bits ot things. A wing of the ravaged bird, a buttered roll. "Oh, this hot tea Is heaven, Hums! I always forget how much I love tea." Cousin Lou beamed. "Try some ot this fruit cake, Gypsy. It's Grand Aunt Mildred's recipe." Gypsy laughed helplessly. This was Christmas, after all. She would go back to bread and milk on the morrow to make np her dietary sins. At 10 o'clock she and Tom palled themselves and their various be longings together. "Night Mums. Such a good day, darling. "Night, Daddy. Remember you're all coming to my place next week." "Sunday, yes," Mrs. Morell said comfortably. "I declare, I think It's too much for you, Gypsy. Better let ttgo." "Nonsense. Ill expect yon." There were kisses all around and then the door closed and she and Tom were in the little ear together. "Brr!" Gypsy held her fur collar high. The wind was bitter now, sweeping across the Oats, . Tom tucked the robe in around her. If only he'd been able to buy her that fur coat! Maybe next year ... Gypsy pushed the thought of Sat urday far back in her mind. She'd have to make some excuse to Tom for not meeting him that afternoon. What should she say? She hated lies, hut this was one which had to be told. (To Be Continued) Flapper Fanny Says Girls good at a number ot thlns ars the ones who count., K JttYL, THE NEWFANGLES MOM'N POP VAVC ( SMOVlIN' TURtE-fER- VN6LL, OIDWT DO f w ..f5 SAY, WMDY, TWEVS -. fVES Slg-ANO W LD WOG.I ' I I'LL MMe A MOTE OF THAT ! 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