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.