THE NEWS AND THE HERALD. KLAMATH FALLS. ORE.
( SERIAL STORY
DOLLARS TO
BY EDITH ELLINGTON
. AK character, incident and
organization of this serial arc
entirely flctitiem.
TEITBRDAYl BMlrtflHliKliI.
ta Davanport. rick. kara. kelreaa
t ka HutlwtoB eauartawat
Mm lllloaa, la farioa kacaaaa
kr pulln ! Mr. wmuw.
rfM kaaar her cherk aaylna;
taw m atrias at ala aaalta. Tka
yala aaalra ra far Clarrarcv aaara
eaatlacatal aklMaaa, fraaklr
fartaaa kaa'ar, ta wkaat Batrlea
haa recently kaeoMa aavacaa. Aa
ffrlrnd aa aaaarlata of krr
Kaal'alktr, wfco ilarttt llaat
ctaa'a. Mr, Wrrailac waraa
Beatrice tkat kr aioarr aiar aooa
alaaaprar II ak eoallaara kla
aaaa aaeaalajr. Ska armaaSa o
tloa ea Ika ekack, Irarea. At tke
' door, kowewar. oka kcara a roanv,
. waaraltaa voice addreaalnv Mr.
Wecnlaffl Tkat fflrl'e tke world'a
aaoat aaeleaa obleet. Hka akavid ka
aaictlr ckloroformed.a
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CHAPTER II
AS she stood there, trembling on
her tall lucite heels, the mink
coat suddenly too warm around
her, Beatrice Huntington Dawn
port knew a swift and devastating
fury. She wanted to go in there
and tear that unknown young
man's eyes out! She wanted to slap
him, hard, across his hateful, smug
face.
She wanted to scream, "Who do
you think you are, saying that I
should be chloroformed? What do
you know about me? Is It my fault
my grandfather left me millions?
Is It my fault that the money
breeds envy everywhere I go? I
didn't earn it, no. Perhaps I don't
deserve It But just having it
doesn't make me bad, black and
inhuman!
... "You think I'm stupid and arro
gant and conceited. I'm not. I'd
like to work with my mind, my
brain. You dont know how I've
tried, sometimes, to do something
find something worthwhile.
They laugh at met Even Mr.
jWeeming laughs!
i "I'm a prisoner, that's what I
am. Grandfather's millions the
life he brought me up to live
keep me locked up in a little world
I hate. I'm bored, do you hear?
I've known that a long time but
I never knew, until I heard you,
how bitter it is.
"What else will there ever be?
What else will I have? What am
I living for? Where are the thrills,
the satisfactions, the contentment
they talk about and write about in
books? Where's the love the ec
static, passionate, soul-lifting love
I see in movies, read of, dream
of?" .
- The impulse to rush in there and
confront the owner of that scorn
ful voice died inside her. Her
anger went with it, and now there
was only the fear. She felt lost and
helpless and suddenly she thought,
"I hate him for making me look
at my life! I hate him for tearing
away the little pieces of camou
flage I'.v) managed to hide in . . ."
She turned, and peered through
the narrow crack of the opened
door. "I hate him!" It was as if
she had to see him had to trans
fer this hatred to some concrete
image.
AH she could see was a broad,
gray back, sitting in the chair she
had vacated. A brown hand rested
on the arm of the chair a big'
hand, with strong, . blunt fingers.
And above the wide gray shoulders
she saw a tanned neck and a well
shaped head with dark hair.
Fiercely her gloved hands curie'
into nsts. "Ill see you again, y
you chloroformer, you!" t
promised him silently. "Ill see you
gain and 111 make you eat that
chloroform!" -:.
v.; -.'!
T5UT she was almost herself again
when she walked into the
lobby of the Algique. Clarence
moved toward her from the dis
creetly lighted lounge.
"Carat" he whispered, "You are
weary, no? Come, we shall have a
drink." His black eyes were ten
derly solicitous, his hand on her
. rm gentle.
She thought, "How shrewd Clar-
tice Is! How well he understands
e. He knows so much about!
women . . ." . , . i
Over her glass she asked him.
rDo you understand everything
about me, Clarence? Just every
thing? Or only when I'm tired or
(not tired?"
He made a little gesture. "Who I
can understand a woman, Bea
trice? I try. I study you. I love
you so, and want always to please
you "
You mean, you want always to
be able to read me. So that you
Won't ask me for something at the
wrong moment , So that, at the
right moments, you can wind me
around your finger?" She was
thinking out loud. There was no
resentment in her tone, it was
merely an appraisal.
Clarence was in love with her.
He had to be, to have given up
Miml Frothingham who had just
as much money and woaud have
been easier to manage. In a way,
Clarence was amazingly percep
tive. She twirled the slim glass
in her fingers. "Clarence," she
said softly. "Clarence, sucrose I
told you I'm unhappy, bored, rest
less. What would you say?"
"Say?" The black eyes slowed.
and his hands reached for hers.
I would say mv little bird needs
relaxation, happiness, new scenes.
love, tenderness. In short Bea-i
trice, i would say that it is time
for the honeymoon!"
a
CHE drew her hands away. "But
Just yet, Clarence. I I can't
really see that it's going to be any
different after we're married. Ex
cept for the house at Westbury, of
course. But that "
She dronned her eves. A ihnrn
little ache of disappointment stung
her. Almost she had hoped that
beneath Clarence's flatter? and
lovemaktng beneath the polished
manners, the amusing little tricks
she would find some depth to
comfort her some sympathy that
would warm her, something real
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and strong to evoke response,
"Clarence," she said lightly at
last "It's the same old trouble.
Tired business men have it with
their wives, darling, and rich girls
like me have it with their fiances.
You don't understand me!"
"Ah! A moment ago, you
thought I understood all too
welL"
"Let's leave it" she said.
a
"OUT somehow, it could not be
left Even while they sat to
gether in her car, and Jenkins
drove to the club where Clarence
lived, it nagged at her. At last
she burst out "Clarence, I think
I'll go in for good works. Those
social workers have always taken
my checks but never let me do
anything. I'm going to fix that!
I want to do something! It's the
people who work who always
seem to be so happy."
"Work to do in the world?" he
scoffed. "Ah, love, it's not the
people who work who seem so
happy. It is only the people who
are not happy who, looking at
other people, think they are hap
py. You must know, to a girl in
a five-and-ten-cent store, you ap
pear to be the happiest creature
in the world."
"I wish I were a girl in a five-and-ten-cent
store!" she cried.
"I'd live. I'd worry. I'd fall in
love I'd have some real feelings,
some real emotions!"
"You are having some real emo
tions now," said Clarence, very
softly. "Of course, you want to
live!" His arms reached for her,
and he held her tight "With me,
you shall live. I shall teach you
what life is, Beatrice. I love you.
I love these little hands and your
bright hair and your bad little
temper."
He put a finger under her chin
and lifted her face until her eyes
met his. There was a fire in his
eyes, a dark and burning look that
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could not be false. Yes, ha loved
her. That much was true.
"Kiss me, little Beatrice. Kiss
me and then dare to say you can
not have real emotion!"
Afterward, he did not let her go.
His lips against her hair, his voice
husky with feeling, he said. "No
more running away, Beatrice,
Next x&ek, we shall be married."
(To Be Continued)
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Walter Robert Avery. 32, who was
sentenced to death by a firing squad
following his conviction of first-de
gree murder of Ogden, Utah, Police
Detective Hoyt L. oates, is snown in
an Ogden Jail cell writing "a few oi
mv thoughts." which he hopes might
keep others from leading the kind ol
uie ne nas lea.
By William
Ferguson
S
IVAAtE THE CAPITALS OF THE
STATES REPRESENTED
IN THE SENATE By
BEM0WE
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AND TO
CUNNIWG
GREECE
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statues.
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the " man
of Greece."
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sion. 20 Rebellion.
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food.
22 Salty.
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24 Upon.
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infection.
Insect's eff 0.
recently.
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. 31 To iron.
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6 Roentgen ray. 34Dish.
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10 Street (abbr.). 37 writes.
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leadership his whales.
country 40 Pine tree.
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sion. 43 Myself.
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