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VERNONIA EAGLE, VERNONIA, OREGON I MAIDEN VOYAGE j Time KATHLEEN NORRIS By A. PORTER S. SWEET H Copyright, Kathleen Norris. CHAPTER XXV—Continued —2 4 ■ "Married!" Joe said, Tony drawn down on his knee now, and his kiss against her chin, “We were mar ried two weeks after you were. We’ve been bursting to tell you, but we've not told anyone except CHIT and Brenda and the family, and Tony didn’t want to spill It with out asking me, and I didn’t dare without asking her! This is my beautiful, my adoring, my glorious wife!" he said. “And she’s going to Rio with me next month, aren't you, sweetheart?" “This is my husband," Tony said, under her breath, looking only at Joe, her arm about his neck, her words only for him. And so said, they sounded like a song. “And we cook here, and garden here, and fool around here," Joe stated, beginning to serve the ham enthusiastically, as Tony, flushed and laughing, went around to her own place. "And perhaps angels In heaven have something on us for happiness, but we doubt it. I talked Tony Into it just after we had word from you, but for various reasons we kept it quiet. They wanted her to finish up her work on the paper, and break some one else in.” “I can’t still quite see the reason for the secrecy with 11s," Caroline observed nippingly, after a some what forced flurry of explanations and congratulations, and the eve ning was over, and the Bellamys were going. “And something tells me that I’ll never be Intimate with my sister-in- law,” Tony observed, in reference to this parting shot, when they were gone. “Something tells me that neither one enjoyed the evening,” Joe said, happy with his pipe, his fireside, his wife, his peaceful Sunday evening. "Tony, did you and he have it out?” “While I was getting dinner, yes. In a way we did. And in a way I felt terribly sorry for him, Joe. You’re so wise and you’re so good, and you know everything, and ev ery one adores you, and you’re won derful,” Tony said simply. "But poor old Larry's still the big wooden Injun, handsome and clever and adored by the girls. He just can’t believe that life Is being mean to him.” "Sit here on this thing.” She took the familiar red leather hassock at his knee; her eyes were fixed on his, her dark hair rumpled a little into a babyish aureole about her face. Joe put down his pipe, and they locked hands. “Do you really love me, Tony?" “Joe, so much that I can't pull out a weed or pick up a shell with out needing you to praise me and see me and talk to me about it.” “There wasn’t the least twinge tonight?” “Nothing but pity for the poor fool girl who fell in love with a painted totem pole." “Larry isn’t a totem pole, you know." “To me he is. I looked at him and I looked at you, Joe. You are so wise and quiet and good—” She stopped. "Go on, wench. Your discourse displeases me no whit.” “Yes, but you know what I mean. You’re so big that you can afford to be little, and fool around here mak ing fires and playing with me. But Larry—did you notice that he spoke of his valet, Joe? He would have a valet! “However,” Tony added in satis faction, “I think he saw how happy we are; I think he did. Anyway, she did.” Joe's laugh—she loved It, and It was rather rare—broke out “They did, unless they’ve sud denly gone stone blind. You were rubbing It in all over the place! I never saw you look so pretty or WOT Service. I heard you laugh so much. You let ’em have it right in the eye." “Oh, Joe, I didn't!” Tony pro tested. “Oh, Tony, you did!” “I didn't mean to,” Tony apolo gized, looking up penitently into his eyes. But her face was radi ant "The truth is, darling,” she said, “that I had rather been dread ing meeting Larry. I wasn’t exactly conscious why, but in the back ground of my mind—my soul, all these months, there's been the feel ing that I'd be glad to meet him— glad to—well, have it over!” “And was it so awful?” "Awful?” Her joyous laugh rang out "Why, it was—it was flat!” she said. "For the last two years I haven't seen him, you know, and 1 have seen—I have had the friend ship of a real man. And it was almost dizzying, it was almost be wildering to feel my old emotions slipping about and changing places, and to feel under it all ‘Joe, Joe, Joe’s mine and I'm Joe’s forever and ever, and this handsome, important, serious man doesn’t mean one thing to me!’ ” She sat silent, staring into the fire for a long moment, her shoul- “Joe, You’re So Wise and You're So Good.” der pressing in comradely fashion against his knee. "Joe,” she said suddenly, "do you know I feel sor ry for Larry?” ‘Tve always felt a little that way about him, I think.” “They were so stupefied,” Tony mused, “that I didn’t dare spring our real news on them.” “They’d think you were crazy, with this long trip ahead of you, and married only six months.” “Why crazy? There are hospitals and nurses in Rio, I should hope!” Tony said. “Caroline wanted a chin chilla coat. I want something else. That's all there is to it” Outside the house a soft autumn wind sprang up, whined about the chimney. The dog stirred comfort ably on the hearth; two logs fell together and sent up a fresh rush of flame; the lamp burned softly. Tony, her face bright with her own thoughts, stretched a hand up to her shoulder and felt Joe's fingers there. "What of the way to the end? The end crowns all," she said. [THE END] Camel’s Hump Mountain The mountain called Camel's Hump is one of the peaks of the Green mountains in Vermont, 17 miles west of Montpelier. © McClure Newspaper Syndicate. WNU Service. the gangplank hurried the D OWN tall young American—he al ways hurried. Why shouldn’t he? Wasn’t he Henry Corbit — the mouthwash Corbit? That amazing go-getter, who had spread his ad vertisements in most of the news papers of the nation and forced national distribution of his product within a month of the time he started. On the boat his impatience had made him conspicuous. Around and around the promenade deck he hur ried until one of the smoking room crowd had laughingly remarked that there was a man who was walking to Europe. As he walked Corbit thought of the new worlds he was to conquer. In a month all France would be come conscious of that great bless ing to mankind—Corbit's Mouth wash. After that—Germany, Eng land and the rest of Europe. In the morning, as soon as there was a possible chance of doing busi ness, our young friend called a cab and In textbook French announced his destination to the driver. The address was that of a real estate firm. Of course the cab was slow and they had hardly gone two blocks before it came to a stop beside a fruit stand. The driver hailed the proprietor, climbed down from the cab in a leisurely man ner, selected a luscious apple and between bites resumed an argument which had been postponed from a previous trip. A rapid flutter of pages to H—down the page to hurry— a wild beckoning to the driver; “Depechez. Depechez." No answer except a shrug of the shoul ders. A few more pages to I—imme diately : “Tout de suite. Tout de suite,” this time in despair. The driver repeated his shrug but climbed back to his seat, and their furious speed of ten kilos per hour was resumed. Henry fidgeted, but in spite of that at last they ar rived, he threw money at the driver and dashed up the stairway three steps at a time. “I'm Henry Corbit and I want to sign the lease for the offices I ra dioed I would need.” “But Monsieur, I am only be ginning to look over our list. To morrow, or the next day, perhaps I can show you some.” Henry was up against an ob stacle, the like of which he had never before encountered; a nation of people who could see no need of hurrying. “But I sent you the radio two days ago 1 You’ll show me some places after lunch or I'll consult another firm.” "Very well, Monsieur, since you insist” The realtor was true to his word, but so cumbersome was the amount of red tape connected with the lease that it was a week before Henry could obtain possession. In the meantime he was not Idle. He visited the advertising agency to which he had been referred; the artist whose work w’as the talk of Paris; and again the same slow business methods retarded his prog ress. Of course the agency and the artist were very anxious to secure the account (the Corbit advertis ing expenditures were talked of wherever advertising men gath ered) but one doesn’t hurry the planning of an advertising campaign in Europe. Between fights with the printer, the artist, the copywriters and, so it seemed to Henry, half of Paris, the advertising program was finally completed. After two and a half months of battling a people who could see no need to hurry, the Cor bit Mouthwash made its appearance on the French market. American business men in France complimented Henry on the remark- Shy Mountain Beaver Lives Like Prairie Dog; Has Small Tail A very interesting but little known animal found in Washing ton, Oregon and northern Califor nia is the mountain beaver or boomer, known to the Indians as the sewellel, states a writer in the St. Louis Globe-Democrat. In general appearance it looks like a woodchuck without a tali; It is about 12 inches long without its tail, which adds an inch to its total length, and it weighs about four pounds. It is stoutly built, and has a broad, flat head with a blunt muzzle, small beady eyes, moder ate sized ears, and very long whis kers. Its legs are short. The mountain beaver is a socia ble animal, living in communities like a prairie dog. While it has been found on high, dry ground, it seems to prefer low, damp places where there is plenty of water. Here several families will make their burrows, and in the burrows they stay most of the time. Twice a day, in the evening about sun down and again in the morning able time in which he had set up Ills foreign office. But neither their praise nor his own experience did for him what they should have done. Week after week he fussed and fumed, trying to make people hurry in a country where business men do not endanger their health trying to crowd two days’ work into one. His battles with the printer were always outstanding. Today as he waited for that dapper little man, he thought of their many encoun ters. Always the same losing fight —the work was never delivered un til from two weeks to a month after it had been promised. Today Henry had reached the end of his endurance. He decided not even to set a delivery date. Why upset one’s digestion when the work, as usual, would be finished at some one else’s convenience? His secre tary admitted his cheerful little friend and antagonist. “Good day, Monsieur. I have come for the printing order about which you were good enough to telephone.” Corbit handed him the list. “Ten thousand letter heads, form 328— one hundred thousand circulars, form 36,”—and so on. The printer checked off the or der against possible mistakes. As he prepared to leave he hesitated at the door as If something was amiss. A twinkle appeared in his snappy black eyes. “When do you wish the order delivered, Mr. Cor bit?” he finally asked. "The day be fore yesterday?” Smart Doga In Chicago two scientists made an intelligence test of a dog, using a device called psycho-galvanome ter. It proved, they said, that the dog had as much sense as a twelve year-old child. That will be no startling announcement to dog lovers. Most of them will declare the machine ought to have shown that the dog has more sense than most human beings of any age. A better comparative demonstration would prove that (1) a dog will not eat when he is not hungry. (2) A dog will relax and rest when he has nothing to do. (3) A dog Is true to his instincts and profits by his experiences; he doesn’t do a thing that got him into trouble the first time. In most of these tests the average human being would make a poor showing.—De troit News. at daylight, they come out to make a meal, one of their favorite foods being the stem of a kind of water lily. Although the mountain beaver is of a shy and timid disposition, it will fight fiercely when cornered. One of Its accomplishments, which you would hardly believe from looking at the animals, the ability to climb bushes to a height of four feet above the ground. Virgin Islands Justly Claim a Thrilling Past All the Virgin Island group can boast a thrilling past. They were discovered nnd named by Columbus on his second voyage in 1493, states a writer in the Chicago Dally News. In the passage between St. Thomas and Puerto Rico pirates used to lie tn wait for passing chips and the entire area reeks with memories of those gory days. “Pirate's bay.” “Rendezvous bay,” "Gallows bay,” "Cutlass reef,” and similar names recall a violent past. From St. Croix Sir Walter Ra leigh was driven by cannibals, and later the Dutch, the French and the English struggled for posses sion of the island. When France won the struggle she sold the Island to the Knights of Malta, who sold it to the Danes in 1733, who sold it to us in 1916. Above the jewel-like harbor of St. Thomas the picturesque pink and white city rambles up the hill sides and is still a sort of spotless tropical Danish town in appear ance. But In long years of pos session the Danes never did force their language on the inhabitants and English is generally spoken. The Roman Empire In the Via del l’lmpero in Rome, on the wall of the Basilica of Con stantinople, there are four huge mural maps in marble, showing the growth of the ancient Roman em pire until it reached its height un der Trajan (98 to 117 A. D.) The fourth of these maps shows the Mediterranean sea as entirely Ro man. Included in the empire of that time are the modern Italy, France, Spain, Portugal, England and Wales, Belgium and Holland, Switzerland, part of western Ger many, Austria, Hungary, Rumania, Jugoslavia, Albania, Bulgaria, Greece, Turkey, Armenia, Iraq, Sy ria, Palestine, Arabia, Egypt, Libya, Tunisia, Algeria and Morocco. May Be Cause of ’Quakes Scientists believe that earthquakes are very rarely duq to volcanic ex plosions below ground. We live on the solid crust of the earth, which is some forty miles thick and con tinually subject to slow earth move ments. These put the earth's crust into a state of strain, which In creases until it becomes too great at one point for the strength of the rock to resist Then there is a sudden slip or rupture, which ap pears on the surface as an earth quake. SELF-WINDING Wait in Vain for Bride After 2,500 years the Samaritans of Palestine, the last of the tribes of Israel, are nearly extinct owing to a dearth of women for genera tions. As they cannot marry out side of their tribe, men often reach old age before a girl is born and betrothed to them. Today, in Nablus, these white-haired men can be seen going about with their future brides, Infants whom they cannot marry for at least ten years.—Col lier’s Weekly. Ma—There is one thing about Peggy's young man, dear, you don't have to get up every night to send him off. Pa—No; thank heaven one of the girls has picked out a self-starter.