Bellefonte, Pa., June 17, 1927. EE EARNS ANOTHER BLUE DAY. {Continued from page 2, Col. 3.) ‘wanted her and missed her... .Hello, ” Rodney! “Hello, Sally,” he answered. They always greeted each other with the utmost carelessness, not even Jooking at each other; indeed, they had never yet looked at each other. When their eyes met they saw only ‘what did not exist—a Rodney and a Sally who had never lived; not the boy who was sometimes irritable and sulky at home, sometimes so full of his ardent ambition as to be con- temptuous of others; not the girl who had been known to cry over an un- successful hat, who sat through lec- tures and never heard a word. They had been friends since child- ‘hood, taking each other for granted, with the casual, indifferent affection of children, until one evening at a dance, that past winter, love had sud- -denly overtaken them. And they “were both quite sure that this love "had given them a strange, new in- sight, a marvelous understanding of «each other. Yet whenever they met, some dim consciousness of their “pathetic and terrible lack of mutual -understandin made the first few ‘moments awkward and constrained; they were shy and silent until the real Rodney and the real Sally van- “ished. ‘But Rodney with his eager and vivid imagination could always bring ‘to life the unreal couple. He began “to tell her about the house he would "have liked to build here, and he saw “that house, and he saw the celebrat- ‘®d young architect returning to it, with news that he had won some na- tional competition, and he saw his ‘beautiful young wife—but not so clearly as the house or himself—wel- «<oming him with rapture. He made Sally see all this too. “Sally!” he said. “Let’s 20 now! Let’s not go home again. We'll go ‘into the city and get married now.” She wept a little, but he could con- sole her with his vehement assurances, “his awkward young tenderness. __ “Sally darling,” he cried, “if you'll Just believe in me I can do anything! Pll take care of you and I'll make you happy. Sally, I swear I will!” There was no one to stop them: Mrs. Ordway was in her office, and Mrs. Morris was busy hanging curtains. Still, they thought it best to approach ‘the, railway station by a round-about Toute. To tell the truth, they would “both have been better pleased if there had been more obstacles, more perils, something to defy. All Sally had had todo was to walk into her house, pack what she needed into a bag, and walk out again; as for Rodney, he couldn’t ‘20 home, but he was well provided with monev so that he conld buy what he needed when they reached the citv. The savor of romance was strangely lacking. : Silent and downcast, Rodney walk- ®d beside Sally, carrying her bag, and the best he could do was to make up -his mind not to feel dismayed. There would be no one to lock up the house -For-his mother to-night. She couldn’t reach the bolts on the French win- «dows without standing on a chair, and he! didn’t like her to do that. Sup- .pose she fell? Suppose the shock of -his ‘going made her ill, all alone there iin ‘the house? Sally, destined companion of his freedom, dared not think of her moth- er; she had tried not even to look about her when she passed through the house; but, going by the dining- room door, she had caught a glimpse «0f the table, already. laid, with all the ‘dainty care her mother ordained, with “Zwo’ chairs drawn up to it. She fix: ‘edi her mind resolutely upon trivial ‘things, upon a dress she intended to imalkee over. Neither she or Rodney thought of ‘each other. ‘they would have honestly assured you ‘that they thought only of each other. all the time; they would also have said that they were happy. Yet Nora Mallory, who saw them coming down the street, imagined that she had nev- er sean anything so touching, so trag- ie, as those two young faces. Now, she was an idle woman, with ‘time to look at faces and to wonder about them; and having so little busi- ness of her own, she could take an in- terest in that of other people. She had had Sally in the garden with her once, years ago, for a whole after- noon; and leading so untroubled an existence, she con remember unim- portant things li. that. "A baby Sally in a starched wu.te dress which she was very careful to keep clean, a wise, serious, tremendously busy “infant, oppressed with her responsi- bilities toward a kitten and two dolls. And once Mrs. Morris had come to tea with an eleven-year-old Rodney; she apologized openly for him, be- cause he was restless and moody and ‘ill-mannered, scowling when spoken to, and refusing all those dishes small ‘boys are supposed to like. “He hasn’t changed,” thought Miss Mallory, with a little smile. “Noth- ing’s quite what he wants it to be. Nothing’s quite good enough—or ever will be. He’s the sort of boy who does impossible things, because he’s too scornful to try possible ones. A bag? T wonder. Oh, it can’t be. But Sally’s poor, miserable little face. “Rodney! Sally!” "They both turned, pale and guilty. “Just please stop and see my jon- quils!” said Miss Mallory. “Someone really ought to. TI made up mv mind T’d stop the very next person I knew ‘who came along the street. Do come in?” She turned toward Sally, because she could not endure to look at Rod- ney. Whether or not to enter that garden was a major decision of his life; this was his test—whether he had the courage to say that they had a train to catch, and then to go on his way with Sally. leaving Miss Mallory to. think what she would. Such a lit- tle, easy thing. to.do! "Yet he stood there, mute, nale, sick with misery. | « window shone out over her path. the light from the room where two chairs : his mother’s old friend and she spoke with the This was speaking, They meant to; if asked, Iv voice of the older generation who managed his world, to whom, until this day, he had been in submission. He wanted to behave like a man, but he felt that to Miss Mallory he would present the intolerable spectacle of a boy playing at being a man. He could and he would have defied anyone who tried to interfere but he could not en- dure that, as he walked off with Sally, Miss Mallory should be smiling, even laughing. This time aiso he did not think of Sally, and she did not think of him. She wanted to go into the garden; she had a half-unconscious hope that here was something to prevent her heroism, something not her fault. “Go ahead!” said Rodney, almost roughly, and he followed her through the gate into Nora Mallory’s especial domain. . And this idle woman, who had so much time to remember and to re- flect, saw in his sullen young face that promise, that sensibility, that pain she had observed long ago. Having no important matters, such as earn- ing ‘a salary or keeping a house, to occupy her she fancied that this suffer- ing was a very real and serious thing, instead of a boyish folly to be laugh- ed away. “He’s the one to talk to,” she thought, “not dear little Sally. She just follows where he leads—and, oh, what a road they’ve started on!” It was hard for her to keep tears from her eyes. She thought of Mar. ian Ordway and Ella Morris, and was sorry for them; but immeasurably greater was her pity for these two young creatures whose great adven- ture she had checked with a word. “They can’t go like that!” she thought. “Even if they do love each other, their love wouldn’t have a chance. Rodney’s only a boy and Sal- Iy’s a baby. “Sally!” she said, cheerfully. “I do wish you'd go in and see poor old Jen- nie for a few minutes. She’s never forgotten the day you spent here when you were a tiny thing. She let you bake a little pie, do you remem- ber? And if you asked her, she might let us have something really nice for tea—out on the lawn. She's such a tyrant to me.” There was something nice for tea, under the great elms on the lawn, but it was dust and ashes to Sally. The old cook had flattered her outrageous- ly, and before those dim old eyes, hearing those dear, foolish words such as her mother used, she had recaptur- ed the feeling of joyous irresponsi- bility, the feeling that she was a be- loved child, safe and sheltered, whose only concern was to “be good.” She forgot for a time her exalted destiny as the wife of a celebrated man. Jen- nie called her a “precious lam” and a “sweet, pretty little rosebud,” and that gave her ten times the comfort that Rodney’s fervent admiration could give. Because in her heart she knew that Rodney praised her for what she was not, but for what he wished her to be, and she tried to be. So that she was happy when she left Jennie, and came out with a glowing face, a light heart—and what had happened to Rodney? He would not speak, or even look at her. “If “he’s- going to be like that—" she thought, ready to weep. . and it’s growing dark! And Mother —but I said I'd like him, and I will.” It was the first time she had ever looked at Rodney ‘when he was not looking at her, when his dark eyes did not destroy her judgment. Was he really like this? So handsome, so gallant, so spendid—but so strange! “Come on, Sally!” he said, abrupt- y. She rose, for hadn’t she .nromised ? But her blue eyes sought Miss Mal- lory’s face with anxious appeal. Rod- ney had gone toward the gate ann ‘they were alone for the minute. The older woman kissed her rounded cheek. os “Sally!” she whispered. “You dear babv! Go home to vour mother, dar- ling—and tell her. Tell her you want to stay with her a little longer.” “Come on!” said Rodney, imnatient- “I'll send back the bag on Monday,” Miss Mallory went on, “and nobodv will ever know. Good-by, little Sallv!” Rodney had turned away from the station and Sally walked beside hi, ed the corner. “Rodney!” she said. “Aren’t we—' “You know, Sally,” he answered, vehemently, “it was a—a beastly thing for me to do. I'm ashamed of myself. I’ve never met anyone like Miss Mallory! She got talking to me, while you were in the house, and somehow, without meaning to, I let slip that I wanted to be an architect. And, Sally! She was so interested! She knows an architect in the city, one of the big ones, and she’s going to write to him to night about me And she said she’s sure he'll help me. perhaps take me in his office. She understands exactly how I felt.” He paused a moment, and gave Sally’s arm a hasty squeeze. “Sally, you'll wait, won’t you? Until I’ve done something you can be proud of? Un- til I can really take care of you? Won't you, Sally?” “Yes!” she cried. and ever!” “Look here, Sally!” he went on, growing a little red. “I didn’t tell Miss Mallory about—that. She doesn’t know. I kicked the bag behind a bush and she never noticed it. Ill get it for you tonight, after dark.” Sally suddenly advanced a long step in wisdom. “No, leave it to me, Rod, dearest,” she said. “I’d rather manage it my own way.” And while she spoke, her love for him underwent a miraculous trans- formation; he was no longer the daz- zling and magnificent Rodney she was blindly to follow; he was her own Rodney, whom she had to protect from the least distress or humiliation. He shouldn’t suspect that Miss Mallory did know. It was dark when they reached her gate. 3 “Good night, vou dear, dear Rod- “I’d wait forever nev!” she said. “I'm goine home to wait!” And she left him. hannilv. The light from the dinino-vnam “Oh | ‘sible vacation spots in the United {from Merced. withot a word, until they had turn-| were drawn up before the daintily laid table. Mrs. Ordway was safely shut into Mrs. Morris” bedroom, where the two old friends could talk undisturbed. “Sally told me in the middle of din- ner,” said Mrs. Ordway, with a rath- er uncertain smile. “She jumped up so suddenly, and threw her arms] around my neck, and told me she was going to marry Rodney. I was sur- prised—but, oh, Ella, I was so touch- ed, and so happy for her confidence.” “Rodney spoke very sensibly, I must say,” observed Mrs. Morris, with pride. “In a very manly, straight- forward way. There’s more in that boy than most people imagine. He said of course they’re both prepared to wait until he’s in a position to—" “Wait!” said Mrs. Ordway, half in- dignantly. “I should think so! Sal- ly’s only a child. She tells me she doesn’t want to go to college; she’d rather stay at home and perhaps ie e a 'course in domestic science. said she’d rather be with me. You don’t know—"’ “Stuff and nonsense!” said Mrs. Morris, briskly. “Why shouldn’t I know? Do you think I don’t like hav- ing the boy here, under my feet? Why, tonight when he came into the kitchen, he hugged me tight, like a young bear. And he was so pleased with the new curtains in his room.” She was silent for moment. “He told me that he and Sally had tea with Nora Mallory this after- noon,” the went on. “Well! She's lucky to have time for tea. I haven't. | I've been working every minute of this day, since six o’clock this morn- ing.” “I didn’t get home till late myself,” said Mrs. Ordway, with a sigh. “I’m thankful to-morrow is Sunday. But truly, Ella, don’t you envy Nora just a little bit?” “Indeed I don’t! We’ve been able to do something for the children and she’s simply wasted time. We’ve work- ed. And she’s just wasted another day!”—By Elizabeth Sanxay Hold- ing, from the Woman’s Home Com- panion. apell words both _— rT - HOW TO SOLVE A CROSS-WORD PUZZLE letters are placed im the white spaces ¢ vertieally and horimomtally. The fivet letter indicated by a number, which refers te tho definition Msted below Thus No. 1 under the column headed “horizontal” defines a word which will fl the white Hiomary words, exeept proper mRames. im the black spaces. All werds used are tormas and obsolets forme are Indicated Abbreviations, slang, initials, technionl’ In the defimitions. CROSS-WORD PUZZLE No. 1. { 3.14 15 6 |7 ah 1 12 le 7 20 2.1 23 & 32 5 7 40 45 9 0 51 g2 4 54 5 56 i 5! 57 eo [Ie §= [HE I (©, 1926, Western Newspaper Union.) Horizontal, Vertical. 1—To forgive 1—Verandah 6—A store 2—Sun. god 10—Helpéd Na 3—To Immerse 12—Pitcher 4—Smell i.° 14—Highway (abbr.) - 5—Of more recent origin 186—Ability T—That: man - 18—S8pike 8—To possess 20—Small bed Motor Fees Must Be Used for Improv- ing Highways. The Pennsylvania Motor federation has been victorious in its protest against the expenditure of $25,000 motor license fees for construction of a concrete plaza in front of the State capitol at Harrisburg, holding that the fees are for the improvement and maintenance of State highways and state-aid highways.. The attorney general of Pennsylvania upheld the federation, declaring: the money, if spent, must come from the so-called bond fund—not the motor license fees. The federation also protested the action of Gettysburg battlefield guides, many of whom, pointing te their guide badge, stopped motorists on the highways leading into Gettys- burg. The state highway department is constructing parking places along three main roads into the battlefield | 22—To make merry 24—Watering place 256—To injure 27—Native of Italy's capital 29—Printing measure 30—Pace 32—More exact 34—Glows 38—Indian wigwams 38—Canvas shelters 40—To fly 41—Preposition 43—Place where two pieces of cloth are joined (pl.) 9—Vegetables 11—County of England 13—Mature 16—Mixture of water and flour 17—To send in .19—Young sheep 21—Characteristic 23—Shoe strings 26—Prongs of a fork 28—Roman historian 31—Doctrine 33—Harvests 34—To push 36—Heavenly bodies 37T—Made a mistake 43—Lively 39—To grin 47—Wooden tub 42—Renown 44—Bridges 49—Journeys 81—Ocean 46—Three feet (pl.) §2—To give forth 48—To become fatigued b4—Killed 60—Edge of a surface . 88—Physician @®bbr.) 53—Plaything 65—Novel 87—God of love 68—Point of compass 59—Terminated 60—Prefilx meaning “down” 81—Visual organs 62—Needleworkers Solution will appear in mext issue. . mn sna Sp SE —) “Put on Your Chains,” is Advice to | members of the headquarters staff of Autoists. the safety institution recently demon- towns. Guides may operate there, but at no other point, under penalty of ar- rest. Yosemite Valley Enjoys Al-Year Au- to Highways. Yosemite valley now has an all-year automobile highway, which makes the park one of the most readily acces- States. Heretofore the park was practically closed in the winter be- cause snow in the high mountain pas- ses leading to it prevented the entry of automobiles. - The new road, which runs from Merced to Mariposa and. then to Brice- berg and then up the Merced river to the Merced gateway to the park, was dedicated by Governor Richardson. It is 27 feet wide—ample for three cars abreast, and is so constructed in! grades and curves that the allowable road speed of 35 miles an hour can be maintained practically all of the way Animals Well Treated in Rail Trans- portation. : Washington.—Animals being taken to market for slaughter are now treat- ed better than ever before, according to the Agricultural department. A decided decrease in violation of’ the 28-hour law, which prohibits con- finement of animals in cars longer than that period without food, water and rest, was announced by the gov- ernment, year, compared with 402 violations in 1920 and 700 cases the previous year. Transportation companies and their employees have .improved conditions under which domestic animals” are handled in interstate commerce, the department said. / 533 Hunting Licenses Ordered for Pennsylvania. John C. Dight, director of the bu- reau of publications, has announced that he had ordered 533,000 hunting licenses and tags printed for citizens of the Commonwealth and 6,000 for non-residents. nl 1924, 503,850 tags were printed for residents as com- pared with 507,500 in 1915 and 533,- 000 in 1926 and 1927. The number ordered for Tioga coun- ty is 4,000; Potter, 2,800; Lyoeming, $10,000. Solution to Last Week’s Puzzle, Only 227 cases were reported last |: Once you have bought chains for your car, use them. 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