Image provided by: University of Oregon Libraries; Eugene, OR
About The Evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942 | View Entire Issue (April 5, 1934)
April 5, 1934 THE EVENING HERALD. KLAMATH FALLS, OREGON PA(5E TKN By Ahern OUT OUR WAY By J. R. Williami I OUR BOARDING HOUSE I m m -mrmm r m . m m m mr m w . nz.j MkUl llkltfc lUl KiVH MORKItL mm RIM WMVt:H arv marrim oa MM dnr A HOTALIfctt LIJa llvaa la ltiary rpf an t irnKKlr im fcrrp fifii Willi III Tflm'i Itromf 4ftt ypy M bora aei 4nr lMMtmr a tfrvntr r at -' enrlas lor aim nd rnrlna for fcrr komf Tom la fri neatly anray froia kamr ercalna nasi iijnnf suMpfc he la Intrratr In VMIIA lilt A V who work la .he iimr Hii. MIn eoafeaara to Ctypay that ah Intrnila to divorce Dorr It nnd urn H A It K O niltllH. I1TON rlrhrr and older. iItr'a fnlhpT la arrlnaaly la inrta in a motor ac?mtiit. oai rc cover l.lln dlvorvfa Drrefc. She Ktvea a) dinner partT at whlea Uynay and MI NT l.lIINON are mteata. erek nrrlvea. nalnTlted. He bna terrnee la the atrret. Meanwhile Tnat baa iron oat at town on a boalneaa trip aad Vera takea the an me train, a. mo nr am tvi-rn riiD mwd CHAPTER XL IfERA said, "I'm afraid It's sprained." Sbe said. "It's tor rlbly stupid of ma. Tbat tricky ankle. . She smiled wistfully and bravely at the young man be side bor on the marble steps of the treat station. The young man wore an anxious expression. The thing to do is to get yon to a taxi as quickly as possible," be told her. , "I'm frightfully sorry," Vera said In a small voice. Ho was halt carry ing her np the stairs now. People tamed to look at them, the limping tall girl and the handsome fair young man with the do-or-dle ex pression. "Nonsense." Be tried to inject some heartiness Into his to left. "Yon didnt do It on purpose." "Tommy, you're a darling!'! As be seated himself beside her In the taxi she earned to him ImpulsiTely. Almost before he knew what was happening pair of warm Hps were pressed to his. "I I shouldn't have done that!" She was cowering in her corner now and she looked as though she were about to weep. "It it J tret happened." Her Up quivered, Tom wore the slightly bewildered expression of a man who feels the situation Is getting decidedly out of hand. Tin so so awfully fond of yoi. Tom. You know that." The girl's voice went on confidentially. "It I was just grateful to you, you see." "Sure. Of course. I understand." He mumbled the words. "Then It's all right?" "Perfectly all right." Did all men feel such fools when they got them selves into a hole. Tom wondered. "Now you mustn't bother about poor little me," Vera murmured when the cab drew np, with a screech of brakes, at the brown stone house on a side street. Sbe gave him a sidelong glance in which coquetry and exasperation were oddly mingled. "I've kept you too long already." Tom made the expected gallant denial. As Vera got slowly out of the cab her mouth twisted in a grimace of pain. That settled It. She would ' have to be helped up the stairs all the way to her apart ment, in fact. Three flights up. She bad made the place charm ing and comfortable with deep chairs and soft cushions. There were one or two nice prints in black frames and there were rose- colored curtains. Into one of the chintz-covered chairs the girl now lowered her fragrant person, smil ing whimsically at the man beside her. "Thanks awfully. I dont know why you're so good to me." TtOM towered over her. "Sure i "- can t get you anything before i go? witch hazel from the drug storef Anvthtne?" "Never mind." Her tone dripped self-pity. "You're anxious to be off. I'll manage. Only ." "Onlv whatt" flnm alone demanded tbat he play up to oer. "If 1 could Just have a teeny drlnkf" Her lai-era avm - intor. rogated him swiftly. "Everything's in tbe Icebox all but the applejack which you'll see in a green bottle on the kitchen shelf." He blundered into the small square of kitchen and presently the tinkle of Ice could be heard. When he emerged there were two tall frosted glasses on a small tray. i "You do yourself pretty well here," be said, reluctantly admir ing. "Well, I nave to," she sighed. There's nobody to worry about poor little me. Never got yon up here before, Tommy lamb. It took a sprained ankle to do It" He glanced at her suspiciously but bor expression was so guileless that he cursed himself for a chur lish fooL "Well, do sit down and have your drink, anyhow," she cooed. "Cigaret?" She pushed a shagreen box toward him and Tom stretched his long legs, relaxing In a deep chair. For the first time be realized how tired he was. They talked. Although the inci dent In tbe taxi was not again re ferred to. It hung, inpalpable as air. between them. Tom bad a startled memory of fresh, warm, eager lips n his own. The girl's curved smile the Intonations of her voice. Indi cated sbe bad not forgotten. The t was electric. . At last be glanced at his watch. Good Lord, I had no Idea. . . ." He sprang to bis feet It was 10 ninutes to 12. Gypsy would have ieen home long since. She had planned to leave early. What was lie thinking of? "Don't go, Tommy," Vera said, putting a silken hand on bis arm. 'Don't! It's been so nice. I don'l know when I shall get you to my slf again." "Sorry, but I'm afraid I must" . . ITER cheeks were flushed and her eyes bright "You mustn't," she said stubbornly. "I've been want ing to talk to you for ages , something Important" "Well, shoot." "You're not Happy. Tom, dear. I .an sea that. 1 I'm devoted to rou I'd give tin world to make you 1WF." OituNtASomks. What was she saying? He stiff ened, tried to carry It off with a lauRh. "Your Imagination Is working overtime, my dear. I'm perfectly happy." "Ah, but you've chaugod so. You're not the boy I used to know! You're so serious . . . you seem to nave so much responsibility. It's not right" Tom laughod openly at this. "You mean I've grown up? Well, 1 should hope I bad. It waa about time." Sbe shook her head. "No, that's not It I that girl lent the one tor you. dear. It was I you and I were meant tor each other. . ." What appalling creatures women were! Once they got a notion Into their heads, there was no dislodg ing It "You and 1 go separate ways now. Vera," he told her soberly. "We can be friends, of course . . She Interrupted him. "Ah, but that's exactly HI We cant We arent any more. That's what hurts." The whole thing waa absurd and Tom was suddenly weary of It lie put out his hand. "We'll talk about this some other time," he sold. "It's all pretty fool ish. You're tired and overstrained. I dont know how this all started." She sat np. eyes flashing, bosom heaving. "Wall, 1 do. Tom Weaver. There's no use your Hedging, There's something too big here tor us to ignore. It's sweeping both ot us Into Into " she groped for a word. Tom groaned lawardly. This was what his drifting had brought blm to, his casual luncheons and con ferences. He tad found ber attrac tive; he tad enjoyed her compan ionship. Now what? Gently be said, "I love Gypsy There's no getting away from that "Yea. but . . "There lant any 'but in my feel Ing for my wife," Tom told ber, feeling like a prig and aot enjoy lng it "Your wife doesnt understand you, darling, and you know It" "Oh, ratal" Tom grinned but she was not to be turned aside thus. "OBTJ doesnt." Vera insisted 13 stubbornly. "She's domestic and maternal and all that and that's fine I dont say it tsnt But not for you. Not for you, Tom Weaver! This humdrum lite Is killing you. It's a treadmill. Yon used to like adventure . . " -I still da" "WelL what about It? You'rt tied to a petty round. You cant go anywhere, do anything." Hei voice rose almost to hysteria. "Anc It isnt as it she cared anything about you. really. Doesnt sbe gad all over town with that engineer chap?" He reddened. "Leave Gypsy oui of his, please!" "I won't do It" Her voice soft ened and a wheedling note crept into It "Tommy, you know It There's no use going into it; you'rt the only man 1 ever cared a singlt scrap about Let's cut and run gc to the far east China, or some place. Let's have adventures, live lite while we have it!"- Was ever man In so deadly a situation, wondered Tom dimly Seductively lovely 'was this woman who held out ber arms to him. "My dear. I tell you well botl decide we dreamed this scene ii the morning. Midsummer mac ness. Somehow he got out into the ban He ran down the three deep flight! at stairs. Tbe ridiculous side ot tht whole thing flashed upon him ana be grinned ruefully to himself at be drew bis first deep breath' Would anyone ever believe blm it conceivably, the incident were de scribed. He rather thought not What would the perfect knight dc it confronted with Vera In a stormy mood? He didn't know but he fell he bad behaved rather badl? throughout it all. He hurried along, taking prodlgi ous strides. He would have to niakt some sort of excuse to Gypsy. Bet ter not let ber know anything about the matter. But when ne let himself quietly Into the apartment It was not Gypsy who came to greet nim. tar a drowsy and bedraggled Elsa. "Ya, 1 think yon never come. she said dully, getting Into he black Jacket "Mrs. Weaver shi say she come home early. 1 keet your supper hot till after li o'clock. Tom listened to ber with ball his mind. The other ball of It was busy with his own annoyed reac tions to Gypsy's absence. Hov, dared Vera speak ot ber In connec tion with Hunt And yet and yet it was after midnight She had not returned. ' (To Be Continued) Flapper Fanny Sayt It's the striking beauty who makes the biggest hit, HE LL HIM ON HIS LAUGH SALESMAN SAM ( TO RP.TWra. eT "VfA WOULOM'T STtelMG. f)l f -ru rw noca'fe caTIM' . rMS06H.6Ar(W PCeCl ( S EftH, BUT MOU) W&'l-U HW6.Tb CAT HIS " BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES - Nj m WASHTUBBS - By Crane ' "" ''.'A 11 1 1 OBWaaTjaTasVasm, fTrepRo AND HIS SHEEPHERDBS, WAIT PTiEHTLW A tlHC GUESTS, NMURAUVA f mt (VlPEEt LtT'6 6Q.J V 1 U TOR THE APPOINTED HOUR, BEFOBB TTACKIM U SUSPECT NfgHiRjJ T'-JT T pT , Mlv G I SINK I TAKE. I rM 'WHOSE WatfrtV B- T"W MC UMS, RIDDEN OFF, SUPPOSEPLV TO BE 60NE XXDIh) J T Jf(LjffA0" A CftHfON,TOWAHP IMt UMWHOltCttP KAMtn HOUSE FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS By Blower ' WHAT DID YOU " t O P ( ' ( IT Mry BE A PIPE, If PROVING HOW IMC OIL WENT, DOESNT lj? - - SEE IN THERE, kID? trtyfrw'' NO POOLING? SAY, i OH NOT SOToUGh"! ALL Rk3HT, BUT I THERE APE " PROVE WHERE IT WENT ! YOUR DISCOVERY fy mpmMm You're conna have i 'have the dont believe that's a lot of twincs ISNT worth A THING.' ITS LIKE A DETECTIVE f''''-, T A TOUGH TIME MAKING EVIDENCE WRAPPED WHERE THE OIL WENT.. J BEING DONE S WHO WORkEP ON A MURDER MYSTERY FOR J t 1 kNOW vmERETHESfS?V moTcVrtiicJc iiddVutuk HO ONE COULD TAP THAT COULDNT TWO MONTHS, AND ALL HE COULD JT ' - OIL WENT SOME-prps ft u ,rrWclJl S THAT TANK WITHOUT i BE DONE, "--v- PROVE WAS THAT A CRIME V LITTLE BOXir being DISCOVERED-. MR. HEIL j ZSy HAD BEEN COMMUTED.'' &ffl ' TANK UNDERCROUND...S II WMWWA -fX-- T'S NEVER BEEN XL ' fL4 V fhVf " THERE'S A THREE-INCH l. H A Yi! '.' DONE BEFORE t Tp I ' JS&?S3 r X THE NEWFANGLES PLACED HIS MEN AT ELL HIDDEN SPOTS ALONG THE RWLROAO. THE CdrfiTAr3LE MAKEb A LAS,T ATTEMPT TO LFM5N IF THE. APPROACHING rlGORE IS THE ESCAPED CONVICT S-S-ST - LEfe DKa A HOLE ALONG SIDE O' BIG ICK, AN'. WHEN HE WAKES UP. I klW THINK VJtVRfc BURVIN' AN' WATCH TH' LOOK FACE YUH'LL. VORE HEAD OFF. TO GIT MOM'N POP A "YEP, HI1A, . . lMM NOAN,l.V LCHW A.ND LET ALL RIGHTl 7MlMkj( H,M INTO CUR. I HE FITS THE- 1 i wfflMA TRAP. SO WE'LL HANG I DESCRIPTION " V WuWfl HIM SU P. SOUNDED f IMAGINE I ME. NEITHER IT, WITHOUT W HEe-HEE-DI66IN' ANV HAu HAHf HOLE'S 1 NUH COULD DON'T HEFTUH SCRAPE HIS niis akn mole. 1 eves off ' A JOKE. A WITH A STICK. HUMOR.' v.iau.aT.orr.-5' WELL.WO.TWEV Ivfc NOIM TREND BOOTHfcV IEH TOR UOMG : TLfcYED EVERY (VASC HARP, IRVING TO PUT H SOUS MNE ! YOU'RE- LOS1N6 TrV TcciiMinnc kA N TnT3 WUV. T !l TK 1 -k? L,V xal ,1 WHEN X GWE TWE S1GMNL, RUSH HINl( IF UE PULL7 A, GUM, LET HIM VUkME Hi HE'S A, KILLER SH-SHHEBE HE COMES. 2kh NOTE ON TVV HOOPLt feAW TH' "TIME WHEN YOU COULD WAVE "TH WAND OVER A GUY LIKE HIM, AM SHAKE HIM DOWN TO BARE TWISS I 1 !T-y-m aM -.CTeV r1 ASJ I nUI AWAY UNHOOKED (TSmo the UNSUSPECTING. FIGURE VVA.LKS INTO "THE TRAP "If J AOUT? "THINK 1IA TXP.(MrJfi PEOPLE "TO INVEST A TEW HUNT3RED PrVCTFY TJOU.AW.HN pYT OLD rAINE.eO iVvT, LATER ON ,HteY WILL BE PEPAD IN THOUSANDS? FAw U I By Small By Marti By Cowan s s 7rrrz (5IT HIM J ' I NAft