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About The Evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942 | View Entire Issue (April 16, 1938)
THE NEWS AND THE HERALD, KLAMATH FALLS, OREGON LOVE LAV OUT OUR WAY BY J. R. WILLIAMS OUR BOARDING HOUSE With MAJOR HOOPLB CTOR BY ELINORG COWAN STONE Copyright, ioj, NCA S, Im. 'X CAST Olr CHARACTBRS CONSTANCE) IIAIDWEtt fcrrnln.t Ike tand-ln. di;i:k iiamho.v arrbt whti lov.d money Ural. iiii.1):(;aiuh thorvald Drrrk imlnl.d ker portrait. nit. noriKHS met ala MMt lfllcnll nut. Yeatordnri Hilda einea ro tnnnlc Connie nnd Connie, mi train- lllltln'e .lend? eye., wond.re If she In trylna- In mnke np her mind about aomethlna;. CHAPTER XIX "";;THE whole thing Is rather like ",' something out of a novel, .Isn't It?" Miss Thorvald went on. "All of us you, Mr. Manthon, J. Father and I, being here under ' .. such unusual circumstances after meeting so casually for those few minutes in the studio. . . . And x Mark's having been on vacation In the one place where he could v - possibly have found you." "Yes, isn't it?" Constance agreed vaguely. Ernest Thorvald was waiting to speak to Constance when she went downstairs a little later. "Miss Maidwell," he said, "noth ing we can say or do for you could discharge our obligation to - you. But I want you '.o under stand that you will not lose any- j thing through your kindness-." "Thank you," Constance said. "We needn't talk about that" She thought drearily, Suppose I have already lost the only thing : 1 in the world I really wanted? ' "Dr. Rogers thinks that my son has a genuine chance of recov ' rt ery," Ernest Thorvald went on. "Two days ago it did not seem that he had one chance in ten Z) thousand. And his welfare seems , likely to be in your hands for ,t some time to come." " .j When Constance seemed sur prised, he continued, "It may seem j strange, after the boy's er "t amazing change of heart, that he a should still ask to see Miss Wynne. But the doctor says that isn't sur . prising. He thinks the effect of , .-t the shock he has had may last - some time. I need not tell you . that we shall be very glad to dis pense with Miss Wynne's presence ,.in the house." Constance thought with the flip .t pancy into which she often made her escape these days, Well, well! This stand-in business seems to be s developing into a growing con- cern. " "Of course we want to do all ' we can to make your stay as little -' of a burden as possible. Do you Tide?" "A little. I grew up on a Mary - land farm." "Fine. IH have a pony sent up for you to look over. Dr. Rogers - thinks we ought to keep our daily . : routine as sane and wholesome as possible." . He would, Constance thought , ran an irrepressible smile. J A ND Indeed, life in the pleasant, ,j rambling house, with its lei surely oW-world charm did seem to move on as smoothly and graciously as if there had been no grim struggle with death going on within its walls. ,r Throughout the first few days ,j George Thorvald had continued to waken, crying out terrified for i Camilla Wynn moaning that he had killed her. But each time, a few words from Constance sometimes her bare presence "J served to quiet him.' After that first day the identification of her "' with the actress seemed so firmly ! fixed in the boy's fevered mind that there was no longer any necessity for artificial disguise. 4 Constance' slipped in and out of .j the sick room at the call of both v the nurses; but it was Miss Wil , cox with Whom she chatted oc casionally. "I understand the Wynne wom an has been definitely seared off," she said to Constance one day. "I shouldn't have been surprised If she'd made trouble when she found out George had given her the gate. But since Mr. Thorvald had a talk with her she seems to nave decided that the kind of ad- vertising she might stir up , wouldn't be so good for little Ca ' milla." jr. Rogers Constance saw only occasionally. That he was In and out, however, she knew driving the 20 miles from Los Angeles, where his main practice was, every day, and occasionally in the middle of the night. One night, toward morning, he knocked at her door; and when she roused sufficiently to throw on a negligee and open it, asked her to come to the sick boy a room, "Just as you are, please," he said curtly, casting a perfunctory look over her touseled hair and sleep-flushed theeks. "He won' know whether you've got on cocktail gown or a bathing suit.' Constance was cross and a little confused from her sudden awak ening, and unreasonably piqued by his abrupt, impersonal manner, "'Of course. Doctor,'" some perverse Imp prompted her to1 quote. "'I understand. You want. me to tell him a bedtime story. , . . But is it quite fair? Sometime he is oound to awaken. . . . And that hurts. I know. ... That is one of the things you have taught me " It was the Impersonation of Camilla Wynne as the nurse In "A Doctor's Best Friend" that had roused him to shouts of mirth that night at Daimler's. She had thought he would be amused now. But he only said with a weary shrug: "Don't waste time practicing on me. You're letter-perfect already." Feeling snubbed and hurt out of all proportion, she followed him to George Thorvald's room. But she could never entirely dislike him when she saw him with the sick boy; he was so skillful, so sure of himself so genuinely tender. When the magic of her mimicry had done its work, and she was moving down the corridor toward her own .-oom, she hesitated. She was wide-awake now. Perhaps she had better go to the library and pick up something to read in case sleep failed to return to her at once. TOST inside the library door, she " halted abruptly, startled to find that she was not alone. Huddled in the corner of the couch, Mark' Rogers was fast asleep his cheek resting on one arm, his feet still on the floor, as II ne had sat down, intending only to rest there for a moment, and then had dropped off in utter ex haustion. Constance was shocked when she saw how utterly weary he looked shocked, and unac countably- touched, as women often are by the helplessness of men in sleep. Perhaps it was because in his weariness he seemed younger and a little wistful as if, Constance thought, he might have dropped off wondering whether there might not be more to life some times than telling people what to do, and being caustic about it when they didn't do it A light but chill wind had sifted down from the mountains that evening. As Constance watched. tne sleeping man stirred uncom fortably, and shivered a little. Taking a Mexican blanket from the snd of the couch, she folded it about him. 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