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November 1933 PAGE SIX OUR BOARDING HOUSE By Ahern by Mary Raymond XAMATH FALLS. OREGON OUT OUR WAY . Bv J. R. Williams i 0imuucvzt BEGIN atU TODAY BOB WEtTON, BO mt a II Uaaalra. JOAN WARING, MvmMla B'rl. auraer tm Mrk tar mm taa trala, raatr fa Mraaphla. Jaaa kaa Irfl aallrsr aefara sraaaalloa ta aaalat fcrt taaallr la a aaaarlal rmrravar? Boa la raatlac la Memphis la eaa BMtlaa with tha eoaatrwctloa af a aoatkara araack ( kla talavrV aula. Baa apeak ta Jaaa kat, tklak tac ka la atanlas a Slrlatloa. akr lakmaTa klM. He laaea alckl al kn at tfca atattaa knt trlla a frit, DIKE TI'RKKK. tkat kf - la tena.laca ta Sb krr. Joaaa talker. trad, waa a mmm fcr at aa aristocratic faaallr aaa MRS. WARING loan far kri aaaaklrre to eajoy tke aaelal aoal tlaa rtvhtfalljr tkelra. PAT. wan la IS aaa kaa a ) aa a train. Urwm kleaaar aaa pretty eletke plaaa ta carapa tke prlTatlaa aa ataaataay at ker aaofker lite tkraaa-k a rlrk aaarrlare. Joaa aeea Bak la a tea raeaa kat ka aaea aot aea ker. Thrvuh HOLLY DAVIS, a aarlet? alrl. Jaaa alar at a JajaJar Lcairar kaaetlt aatertalaaieBt avklck Bak atteaaa. After tka prarraa k la waltlav for Jaaa wkea kla patk fcarrea ay BARBARA COl'RT. JTKIT. ka Sa4 ka.ua la Ken Tark. Baraaaa af tkla brief o tat k laara Jaaa asala. ltW CO OW WITH TUB tTOaYI CHAPTER IV f BK hotel lobby in nUed with pwpVs when Bob retched tt, hot the (Irl he soaght was aot there. She m sot in tront of tie hotel or at the side entrance, search revealed. He felt alck with dlsappotntaMiiL But, he told himself, she woold ot be hard to and bow. Sbe had a rlortoui voice. She sane at en tartalBments. And her name was Joaa Warren, "ell, she Blent had yielded something:. Barbara Conrtner was waiting when he returned. "Don't bother '. to explain. Bob," she said. "I sap pose job had a telegram to send or somebody called Ton to the phone or your bootlegger waa waiting." "Three tad guesses. ShaH I ex plain?" 7Jont bother. Tm so SarriMr Clad to see vol it doesn't matter.' Vnat was ona ot the nice things about Barbara. She never made things difficult. n I am hart because yon didn't call me when yon first got here! I called and called and conuint get yon." she went on. "I planned to call you soon. I've been busy working on plana lor the textile plant " "But you'll play around some. Bob. What about tomorrow nightf Some ot ns are going to ' the club for dinner and then to the Silver Slipper later." He hesitated. "I'm really (rightfully busy. Pre a bunch of blueprints to check tomorrow." "Please, Bob! It's going to be an awfully nice party." "All right then. I really want ed to " "It's settled! And wlU yon pick me up, BobT I'm going to break aate lor you. R was hard to refuse Barbara. She was a nice kid and he'd rather liked her the summer they were on the same house party In Maine. His father had met her. too, when sbe came to New Tork and thought shs waa A-l. a a SEN Barbara had gone he ' went to his room and studied the list of Warrens In the tele phone directory. Well, there was nothing else to do. He would go through the list systematically. Half way through, some time later, he thought he detected an amused note in the operator's voice. He crimsoned, but went doggedly on. Some of the War rens were out. He made pencil on tattoos of these. "May I speak tu Joan, please?" Aboat the twelfth time he asked that a voice said pleasantly, "Just a moment." A man's votes answered. Some one thought he wanted to speak to "Joe." Bob's spirits slumped again. At the end of a weary round of phone calls, confidence was leav ing him. Htoglcally, he was angry . with Barbara Courtney. If Barbara hadn't stopped him, he would' have reached Joan before she stepped in the elevator. If she had not stopped him, hs would be with Joan now driving maybe, or watching a picture show, or perhaps they'd be in the living room of her home with an open firs and the lights turned low. 1 His blueprints were in a case. The small trunk filled with his favorita books books which had supplied all bis need for entertain ment during six months in the Asores was watting to be un packed. But he began undressing. He was tired. The night was Sat. He would And Josn if he had to employ every detective in Mem phis to do It. "I'm getting off my head," be thought. "I'm going to bed and sleep off this sentimental spree." But tbs romantic hangover was just as bad. a JOAN was having her blue mo ments too. She was punishing herself with the thought that she would never see him sgaln. If she hsd only waited a moment longer ha would probably have Joined them. But shs had looked back and a girl was talking with him So she had rushed away with Pat as though she wanted to get away from him. What was the matter with girls that they acted like that? "I'll never see him again," she thought. 'Opportunities don't keep comlngto people." The mood persisted and Joan In such a mood was aa nice to have about as an Ice pack on a cold, damp day, according to Pat. It waa three days later. Pat bad received a 15 a month raise and ber elation waa somewhat damp ened by Joan's lsck of enthusiasm. "Of course I'm glad, darling." Joan said. "I think It's wonder ful." "Ton seem thrilled all right!" retorted Pat. Shj was lying on the davenport and reached tor the magaslne aha had discarded. "Anyhow." ahe went on, "it's un usual In these times to get any kind et raise. Jerry said so." "Jerry?" queried her mother. "His family own the business. He'e swell." "Don't say swell," " reproved her mother. "It doesn't sound nice. How long have you known the young man?" "Oh, several weeks," Pat sard carelessly. The doorbell sang a tew min utes later and Pat dew to it. She came back with color high in her cheeks. "Joan, lend me your rouge and lipstick. Hurry! I can't nnd trine." "What are you organising for?" Bill, who had just entered the room, asked. "I'm going to a fire, darling," Pat answered impudently. "Look sut of the window and yon'U see the little red wagon." Bill went to the window and looked out. A long, low black car with nickel trimmings waa drawn np at the curb, looking, somehow, out ot place on the street. "The rich have descended up on us," Bill began. "Ob, be aa simple aa you like. Bill." Pat said airily. Her eyes iters shining. She was applying lipstick and rouge, pinching her eyelasbee upward to make them carl, going through motions with which the family was familiar. "M you're Interested I'll teH you that I'm having dinner down town with Jerome Forrester," Pat said. "He'a rich and attrac tive. Incidentally his tailing Is blonds like me. I've had lunch with him twice and there's no rea son why I ean't go to dinner with him." "WeH, you eant," Bill said. "Pat " her mother began. "Can't I?" said Pat rebelllous ly. "Now, Mother, don't be 90! That old stuff went out with hair nets." She was oft In a sudden whirl. "My blue beret oh. Mother, where did you put It? Don't wait np for me, Joan. Put a key in the mail box." Joan saw Pat wave a careless hand to a young man coming up the walk. But it was a full mo ment before she recognized the young man aa Dick Thornton. And even more difficult a tew mo ments later, listening to his deep, assured voice. Tea, mother was right. Dick had changed. He was a man now, fine and dependable. Any girl should be proud to pos sess his affections. What was the matter with her that Dick's obvious devotion should leave her cold? While he talked of plans for the future hinting somehow that Joan was bound up in them her thoughts were tar awsy. Thinking of a train trip, thinking ot last night, wondering, hoping. Dick didn't notice Joan's abstraction. He thought she as a perfect audi ence, exactly the sort ot girl a successful physician should have tor a wife. e e e JOAN had been tn bedlmore than an hour when she heard a car atop in front of the house. That meant Pat was horns. But the minutes dragged and Pat failed to appear. Finally Joan went into the hall. The light downstairs had been left burning and from where sbe stood sbe could see the two below clearly. Pat's laughing face in Its frame of golden balr was lifted to meet the gate of the young man. Suddenly Joan saw the man's arm go around Pat, pulling ber close, and they kissed. Joan flew to her room, ber face burning. Pat kissing a man who was little more than t stranger! It was cheap! - "I'll have to talk to Pat," shs thought miserably. Pat came up tbe stairs, hum ming gaily. "Oh, you'rs awake, Joan," she said, staring resent fully at the slim figure sitting up right in bed. 'I was worried, Pat." "Look here, Joan! I won't have you sitting up worrying about me. 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