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.
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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
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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
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“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.
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Only 227 cases were reported last |:
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because they are too lazy to put them
strated how comparatively simple it
is to drape the chains over the tire,
so that the hooks just about touch the
ground at the rear; shove the car for-
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about a foot above the road, ‘connect
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