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Oct. 4, 1949. filaion CHy Globe-Giiette, Mason City, h. commit a small CHAPTER 47 TERRY felt very tired, as if she had been engaged in a struggle. She would be late meeting Lilia. She must extravagance. The boy who drove her taxi had a carnation lei around his hat too, and his racial mixture was one which defied her. The tourists were flocking into Honolulu, you saw them on the street, you could see them at Waikiki, lying on the beach, or trying, usually without success, to master the art of he'e nalu-^-surf riding; you could see them evenings at the hotels and clubs, dancing to a Hawaiian orchestra, or going out to a luau . . . But she was not a tourist. The Petersons' old house on Diamond Head was a vast wooden structure, pleasant and old-fash- .ioned, set in lovely gardens and dreaming in the sun. It is much drier on Diamond Head than on Tantalus. Today the top of Tantalus was wreathed in clouds and rainbows were like scarves in the valleys. Lilia was waiting for her with Mrs. Peterson, a big handsome woman who suffered from a slight cardiac ailment and who shortly after lunch excused herself and went upstairs to rest. And Lilia and Terry sat there talking. They had seen each other quite often, the 2 plantations were not very far apart, and Lilia had come over to help when Terry moved into her little frame house on the wide plantation street. They talked of places and of people as the lights and shadows shifted on the sea and a plane went roaring overhead. Lilia said, "I still can't get used to the sudden sound of planes. For just a minute I'm back in a nightmare." She was back in it now, the terror, the rage and anguish, the blood and the courage, the betrayal and panic, and the marvelous sense of unity. She added after a minute, "I wish you'd been here before the war. It has changed so greatly—I don't mean Just physically." It was • impossible for Terry to know, no matter how much she had heard of the war years. Terry said, "I've a project. They are helping me at the library. I'm reading all I can about the Islands, past and present. It isn't enough to pick up a few words, which every tourist learns, or to manage the train of the holuku your mother gave me, or to get my local geography straight. I want to belong here after a while." Lilia'• said, "You will, I know. 1 haven't seen you in, how long, a couple of weeks? So I haven't,told you, we are going to adopt a baby. Alex and I. It may be a long time before we get one, but we'll wait." She smiled, looking, Terry thought, particularly beautiful. "How about you?" she inquired. • Terry flushed. She said, "Not quite yet. Of course I didn't even consider it until recently. Then, the last thing we should do was have a baby. Hostesses hire baby stnnq ALDWIN ^/ ^ FAITH BAL Try and Stop Me •By BENNETT CiRF- sitters, but if weekend to sit baby you came for a with your own She shrugged, and soul in patience; if his appetite suffered, there was always the icebox. The white bungalow looked very peaceful, the lawn was green, the hibiscus hedge bloomed brightly. She thought, I must ask Chris to take me to see the night-blooming cereus when the time comes, I want to see it with him. Flowers spilled their gold and rose and red into the grass as she went up the path. She knew this house by heart now. The living .room, the screened lanai, the big shower and bath, the 2 bedrooms, the small dining room and kitchen. It was a wonderful house. It was furnished with the things from Cordelia's attic, those which had belonged to Chris' parents, and some to Cordelia; simple, sturdy and good; the dining table was fashioned of koa, the desk had come in a sailing ship, the living room table was teak. . . . Chris said lazily , "I thought you'd deserted me." "No." She pulled off her hat and sailed it across the lanai, where he was lying in a big wicker chair. He was thin and brown. He had come in much earlier, showered and changed, and now he sat in a welter of papers and with a long mild drink. She said, "I'll get supper ready in 2 minutes." "Sit down. Here." He drew her down beside him. "There's all the time in the world." "The Hartleys are coming for bridge at 8." "There is still all the time in the world." "The Kalens suggested we go to the beach Sunday for a picnic, that is, if nothing comes up at the hospital. If it does, we can go without him, you, Mrs. Kalen, the kids and I." "All right, the beach it is. What have you been doing?" "Shopping, for same mats and a bathing suit. I stopped at the bank. I had lunch at the Petersons' with Lilia. She took me to your mother's and Mrs. Kalen picked me up. And we're having our party Saturday night, everyone's coming, including Jack." "Why ruin a good party?" "He wants to come." "You saw him?" "For a moment," she answered, and he was satisfied. There was nothing unusual about Jack's being home in the middle of the afternoon. And Terry went on, "He's astonished, I think, at the way you've taken hold." "And how would he know that?" "Oh," she said, "I told him. But I dare say I'm not the only one." "Funny," he said. "I can't work up even a slight sweat over Jack now. I'm tired. It's a good feeling. Yet I minded like hell at first, the getting up before dawn, the interminable hours. I don't now." Sometimes it seemed to him he had always been here, although this was not a plantation he had known well. But it was like many others allowing for its own difference. Now it had come clear and familiar, he could find his way to this house, among all the houses, blindfolded. The offices were known to him, the tall chimneys of the factory, the sweet, heavy smell of sugar. His ears I N the days when playing the Palace Theatre was the wildest dream of every vaudeville actor, and when all Broadway turned out to see the new bill there on Monday afternoon, one old-time comedy headliner turned ,up with an act that, had grown stale and corny through the years. l*he audience behaved as though it .were attending a funeral. The manager fumed and informed the comic, "You'll never be booked at the Palace again! You haven't added a new joke to that tired routine of yours since Harry Lander wore his first pair, of kilts!" The comedian had no rebuttal at the moment, but after the evening show, he button-holed _ the manager and crowed, "Well, didja see how I went over tonTght! They were crazy for me! I hope you caught it when I boffed them for five laughs in a row." "I did," sneered the manager, "and I also noticed it was the row occupied by your mother, father, wife, and two children!" Copyright, 1919, by Bennett Cert, Distributed by King Features SynUlcat*. SCOTT'S SCRAP BOOK By R. J. SCO1T SCRAPS' IS EHOUqK m <KE U.s. -fb FROM -fKE -fo <rtE MOOH wi-fR A FEW MIUS -fo SPARE. m M/VM. is CMJSED BY £R.qcrf IK ARE MADE FROM\ STRAW oT Sou<rf AMERICA. ROOM AND BOARD By GENE AHERN went on, "But after I learn how to keep house properly, after Chris is more settled and after—" "Don't wait too long." "I shan't. I suppose I couldn't plan to have my first child born on Naniola," she said. "No, I suppose that's out of the question. But I'd like it. Naniola," she said, " 'beautiful life.' " After a while Lilia drove her up Tantalus. It had rained, but now the sun shown again and Cordelia was waiting for them. She said severely, "You're late." "Not very. Are Uncle Hugo and Jack home?" "Not yet. Why?" Terry asked, "Would you all come to dinner Saturday night? Alex and Lilia are coming, and a few others. It's an occasion." "What occasion?" "Our wedding anniversary." The anniversary of their marriage. But they would not have been married for a whole year when • Saturday came. They were just beginning to be married. It took a very long time, a marriage did. Lilia's, for instance, and Cordelia's. Mrs. Kalen came in, voluble, round, brisk. The wife of the resident doctor on the plantation, she had been one of the nurses there prior tc her marriage. She was very active in work with the women and children on the plantation; and during the war she had been, as so many like her, invaluable. They left before 4, after a glass of tea, and drove back in Mrs. Kalen's car. Terry had told Chris that this was her day out. Dinner would be late. He must possess his were tuned to the rumble trucks, the blasting whistle. It was as if he had always seen this particular recreation building, this special hospital, this school and church, and the big house in which the Langers lived. He knew by heart, the scent and sound and look of morning, and of evening; the shifting shadows on the colored mountains, the clouds in the pure blue, the sudden slanting of rain. By heart, too, the workers' camps, so called, tacitly divided by nationality yet not really so, as one nationality merged into the other in the inter-racial population. He had become as familiar with his car as with his hand, the heavy boots he drew on each morning were known to him, as were the acres of cane fields, as well as the faces he looked for each day and now knew by name. Terry said, "I'll change now and get supper." (To Be Continued.) IF I WENT HOME AN' SMD TO CLAUDIA THKT YOU ARE ALONE HERE AN' EATING CAN-OPENEP, MEALS. SHE'D BROIL MY EARS V/fTH A BAWLING OUT FOR. NOT INVITING YOU TO DINNER./ • — SO, I INSIST NOW-WELL LOOK FOR. YOU TO BE OVER. IN A COUPLE OF HOURS/ BLESS YOU, ERIC/FIRST, LET ME RUN INSIDE AND LOOK OVER MY ENGAGEMENT PAD TO SEE IF IM FREE FOR. THIS EVENING / MOTHER. WORDS, HELL GET HIS HAT AND COAT AND GO ALONG NOW DAILY CROSSWORD Top speed of the old covered wagons which helped settle America was about 20 miles a day. NOAH 10-4- DFAF?A1OAH-' DO FRIEND SHIPS SAIL. /M SHALLOW C K Ate LOlH= AJOAH- WRITER PULL. A BONE55 IF HE OIOA4T FINC> A SKeL.ETO/4 TH& CL.QSETOF A HAUNTED HOUSE SEND voua NOTTTONS ~ro^o*.H AGROS3 1. Malt beverages 5. Mohammedan judge (var.) •9. A vault 10. Persia 11. Sharper) 12. Filth 13. Public notice 14. Close to 16. Solemn wonder/ 17. Youth 19. Speck 21. At horn* 22. Ireland (poet.) 24. A twist of a rope 28. Weep convulsively 28. Cut, as wood 29. Pie-shaped piece 32. Solid refuse of grapes 35. Hewing tool 36. Send forth 38. Personal pronoun 39. Tennis •troke 4V Poet 43. Neuter pronoun 44. Weitern state 46. Legally responsible 48. Yugoslav leader 49. Domesticates CO. Reverberate 11. Variety of cabbage 15. Decays 18. Flat circular organ 51. Leather; flask for oil DOWN 1. Land- measure 2. Shoe-manu- 20. 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