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CARTER MORTUARY “The Last Service Is the Greatest Tribute” Corner 4th and Franklin' Sts. Phone 136-2 FINAL LIQUIDATION SALE The Leader Department Store PHONE 454 JUNEAU-YOUNG HARDW ARE CO. “Furniture Worth Living With” YOUR ALASKA LAUNDRY Tel. 15 We call for and deliver " ALASKA MEAT CO. | ways been mad—if being mad | his kisses, knew that she was swept | | that haa always eluded her. THE ALASKA DAILY EMPIRE, MONDAY, JUNE 15, 1931. HEH! HEH/) 1T, TLURNS OLITQTHAT, YER PEEPERS [ WAS' PLAYING 1YOL PRANKS. SYNOPS! Nora Lake finds preof that Nicholas Thayer's cuicide after their marriage | was in retaliation for the re- fusal cf his step-sister, Damon, y to wed him. And now Nora, after a quarrel with Jon, Nich- clas’ brother, her fiance, dis- |c covers his impulsive marriage | to Damon. In contrast with | her own despair, she sees other hearts mended, when the hus- band of her cousin, Frances, secures the address of his de- serted wife and plans to help | her. Thinking young Dr. More loves Fran, Nora finds him unreceptive to her consoling werds, Damon tells Nora she i plans to cue her father, Julian Lake, for displaying Nicholas’ paintings as his own. Then, | taking her hcme, Jon, full of t regrcts for his marrigae, begs Nora to clope with him. Chapter 32 H KISSES FOR MEMORY S And now Jon's urgency was push- ing her past reason into that flimsy world of emotion where every value was topsy-turvy. His voice was so compelling and his emotion so vital overpowered her completely. ! “We're young. Don't waste these years! Come with me, Nora!" “Jon, youre mad.” “Perhaps. The Thayers have al- is! going straight toward the thing you want and letting nothing thwart you. And I want you. I must have | you.” | He stopped the car and pulled her | f into his arms. She felt her coid | cheek pressed against his, tasted E s| I el along on the exciting tide of his longing and vitality past her own will to reason. “Jon, drive me home,” she said. But she did not stop him when he began to paint their future. It was not the color and the beauty, not the excitement and the fever- ish quest for happiness that fas- cinated her but that old indomita- ble longing for security. Afterwards when Jon brought her home to the old house on the river, then life would begin for her. She would have children perhaps, she would begin to live that deep life would have roots. She would be- long to someone. . . . Damon did not love Jon. She had married him for any trivial reason; what that reason might be Nora could only surmise. For the sake | of being married perhaps; for the sake of the fine old house set in its rich fields and woods; for the sake of security. But her love had been only for Nicholas. Nichclas! Nora thought of the letter she had seen at the Thayer house. She recalled Damon’s pale face and the expression of nun-like reserve; yet Nicholas had loved Damon, had told her so. And Damon had loved him. When at last Jon stopped the car before the house on Dove Street he leaned toward Nora and kissed her gently. She felt the freshness of his lips against hers for a moment as she said good-by. “Jon, if you want me so much I'll come away with you—afterwards,” she told him. “But g6 now. Please go.” She stepped out of the car and stood swaying on the good solid pavement. Jon was driving slowly off. Someone had opened the door of Aunt Em’s. Nora saw a man's figure nst the light. He came down the steps to her. “Nora?” Fergus asked. He took her arm. “Anything I can do, Nora?” “Damon won’t forgive my father. She'’s going to bring him to trial And I think I shall go away with Jon, after all.” “Fergus,” Nora whispered, “Fer- gus, don’t look at me like that!” “Like what?” “As‘though you hated me!” The light from the street lamp | fell full on his face. She could see| his pain, his antagonism and some- thing else that was struggling to! the surface. He took her arm and they began to walk away from the house. Sud- | denly she had to justify herself in | his eyes. To explain to him—or was it to herself?—the whole sorry situation. She told him how she and her father had:always lived: how this strong desife had grown up to her to have deep roots. She tried to make him see what the old house on the river bank meant Deliveries—10:30, 2:80, 4:30 to her. But when she had finished he said violently: : he has no stability. in the very thing you want. Y don’t know what I'm talking abou Oh, silence. he had to stop at the grocer’s. T! grocer knew knew quarreled. 3 that Fergus chose to tell her that | lously. Fran had come nooh, She | BY:)JESSIE_DOUGLAS #0Xw “You don’t know what you're do- ing!” “But that's just it—I do know.’ “You can go off with that boy— es I'll admit he's charming—-bu He's lack an't do this. You won't!” “Nothing can stop me.” “I'll stop you.” She stood stock still and turned | her head to him. “You to say this when you and Fran—" she flung at him. “That’s different!” “It’s only different because it's happened to me.” “I don’t know what you're talk- ng akbout!” “Fran loves you and you say you Fergus More, sometimes : hink you are unspeakable!” They walked a way in sultry ergus said abrutly thal them well and he miled as he glanced at Fergus’ ern face and Nora's blazing 5. His glance seemed to imply thath= they were lovers and had It was at this moment home that after- “And you never told me before!” he flung at him. “I was so upset by what you said forgot all about it.” They went into the steamy bak- ry and bought Italian bread. At the creamery Fergus bought butter | forget _him, and Nora, watching his dark angry | (Copyrig] | ace, smiled to herself. “That's all, isn't it?" 'he asked. “How in the world should I know?” she answered loftily. Once outside he told her inthat |~ |same abrupt way that at the first {of the year he was going to Ger- many to study. She listened with- out comment as he told her about his plans. She could see him living ;alone in a German pension, going to lectures, coming home at night 1 to study in a stuffy pension room; 'Icr wandering along bright n avenues toward a concert. He would undoubtedly marry one of those apple-cheeked Frauleins with {flaxen hair. She found herself jdespising his wife with her stodgy good nature and hating him even more fiercely in his complacent happiness. “You'll ke lonely, won't you?" “I'll be too darn busy to think of loneliness,” he answered. “And what of Fran?” “Fran‘s the salt of the earth. But Fran has her husband and her chil- dren.” “As though that has anything to do with it!” “I think you're a fool, Nora!” he said violently. “Leave me! I won't walk with === © 1331 Newspaser Feature Sorn _ By CLIFF STERRETT LOAFERS? CAN'TCHA GIT ENOUGH ! SLEER NIGHTS? o Nothing, Nora?” He caught her wrist. The pack.tHarding’s | ages slipped out of his grasp. But| Last Days |they did not even sez them. He | climbed the step beside her and | (Continued from Page 4) bent and kissed her and kissed her | again. | “You won't forget me, anyway," he whispered. She snatched away her wrist, and |Child, the only baby born within ran up the steps and rang the bel |the Mansion. The President and furiously. ' Again she rang in angry | Wife made a pet of her. vehemence. She turned to see Fer- Name in Baby's Books gus picking up the packages and| ~<Come here, Warren, and put she laughed shakily and pounded Your name in the baby's book. And lon the door with her fists. She | Write her beautiful name, the most ‘was tired of Fergus' pity, of his beautiful name I ever heard,” call- | way of telling her what she should |eéd Mrs. Harding. And so he did. | do. “To Shirley Anne Starr, with ad- The door flew open and Fran Miration and affection, Warren G. | stood there. They were in eacn | Harding” other's arms laughing, speechless, He then held the child in his | breathless: arms while moving pictures were | On, Fran, how wonderful to have made. you home again!” | During the afternoon, a verit- | They went, arms still about each able Potlatch was held in the draw- !other, to the living room. Alice ing room. Gift bearers came from snuggled on her father's lap, while all walks of life—the municipality, he rose smilingly to take Nora’s the Masons, the Elks, the Moose, hand. She liked him, in spite of the Pioneers, Chamber of Com- | herself, this ugly man with his at- merce, Native Brotherhood (In- tractive smile. She saw Aunt Em’s dians) and the public schools. This and Hallie with her thin sardonic side public reception, escaped the smile. attention of correspondents, who | “Dickie, it’s time for bed,” Fran Wwere being entertained down town. | said, glancing at the clock. “Nora let us stey up for hours on gold from the city, furs, moc- and hours!” Dickie piped rebel- casins and all manner of curios, which today repose in the Harding “I didn’t, Fran, honestly. T made home al Marion, them go to bed—" into a museum. She followed Fran up the narrow! A further feature of the after- stairs, pretending not to sece Fer-|noon was the election of the Presi- gus who had let himself in with dent to membership in the Juneau (his latch key, pretending not to Igloo of the Order of Pioncers, a remember how he had kissed her distinction never hitherto accord- and told her that she wouldn't ed to other than an Alaskan of |residence dating back to gold rush ht 1930, Jesse Douglas Fox) |times. “A plan larger than we | In the evening, the President’s kne Fran calls it tomor- fimmpdia!e party, official and per- | rew. Can bewildercd Nora find [sonal, twenty-eight in numbe her place in |were guests at dinner, after whicl the Mansion was opened to the 'public for an evening reception. | now converted | CODKINGCROQUETTES ~ AND ROASTING | | (COFFEE HAVE MuC i "IN COMMON Success Depends Upon the Rule— A Little at a Time Careful cooks do not crowd too many croquettes into the hot fat | because they lower the tempera- | ture and then absorb grease. Cook- in§ a few at a time prevents this. n roasting coffee there is simi- lar difficulty when too much is lroasted at once. It is impossible ito control the heat and often, as a result, part of the batch is over- {done and part underdone. This causes variation in flavor. | Hills Bros., following the rule {in the croquette recipe, roast only you a single step further. Give me |8 few pounds of coffee at a time those packages!” she cried and tried | by their patented, continuous proc- to wrench them out of his arms,'¢ss—Controlled Roasting. ~There She climbed the first step and |5 10 variation in the roast bes stood looking down at him. Their e Py TRl B imsy L £ eyes crossed like antagonists. “If it comes to the worst I'll go out and tell Jon Thayer just what| I think of him!” “Do you think that would ever stop him—or me?” “If I have to find a way to stop you, I will,” he repeated. “Don’t you know that nothing you could ever do—would stop me once I made up my mind?” lthe heat, also of the flow of toffee A | through the roasters. A rare, uni- | little smile turned up the corners of | form flavor is developed such as no Fergus' mouth. other coffee has. Grocers everywhere sell Hills Bros. Coffee in vacuum cans tHat keep it fresh. Air, which destroys the flavor of coffee, is removed from the cans when they are 1 packed, and kept out. Ordinary | cans, even if air-tight, do not keep coffee fresh. Ask for Hills Bros. Coffee by name and look for the b—the trade-mark—on the can. Hills Bros. Coffee, Inc., San } Francisco, California. ©1081 Of the twenty-eight who sat at ,the table on that memorable oc- casion, seven of the distinguished lvisitors have gone on a longer ijourney, viz: The President, Mrs. Harding, Secretary Wallace, Mrs. Hubert Work, Dr. Sawyer, Malcolm |Jennings, of Columbus, Ohio, and |Gov. Spry. Brooks, the courtly old |Negro valet, a White House land- |mark, is another of those de- | parted. | At an early hour the following Emamlng. the visitors reboarded ;the transport and it steamed away, up through the Lynn Canal to |Haines and thence across the Gulf {to Seward on Resurrection Bay— |since designated as Harding Gate- 'way to Interior Alaska. As the {transport passed out of -the "Ju- ineau harbor, merry young mem- ibers of the party, led by corres- ipondents, gave a farewell cheer and departed singing that absurd popular song of the day, “Yes, We Have No Bananas.” Fomal Times Formality was observed at lunch- jeon and dinner—aboard the Hen- |derson—on the super deck, which was entirely reserved for the of- \ficial and personal - party. Capt. |Andrews, then naval aid at the ;Wmte House, had charge of the Iseaung, and place cards were changed from day to day that all ymight become well acquainted. Af |\least once during the fortmights .travel, each occupied a seat of ihonor on the right.: It was at ,the table that the President ap- peared at his best. He loved com- pany and then, as always, was a 'delightful host. Uniformly, Mrs. |Harding was unaffectedly charm- ing and the life of the party. A musical program was provided noon and evening by the United States Navy Band and at Mrs. Harding's request, dinner invariably closed with the “End of a Perfect Day.” It was peculiarly effective out at sea, and now, after seven years, none of that historic company can hear the strains of Carrie Jacobs Bond’'s soothing classic, without re- calling, with moist eyes, those eve- nings on the borderland- of the Arctics when the President, so |tired, so very tired—yet was af peace and so happy. Acknowledging a message of con- dolence, after the fragic sequel to the journey, Mrs. Harding wrote: “Every moment in Alaska was beautiful. We wished it could last forever.” On the anniversary of their visit to Juneau, on July 10, 1924, a tablet of Alaskan copper was un- veiled, with very +impressive and touching ceremonies, commemor- ating the spot where the President had spoken from the great pillared veranda of the Mansion to the people of Juneau. No finer or fairer portrayal of the man was ever written than no | face with its strained worn look picturesque event, followed an out- {samuel G. Blythe’s “Calm Review of a Calm Man,” which Mrs. Hard- ing had just finished reading Jo him when he calmly went to sleep. Among the gifts were a greeting |1t is an accurate depiction of the man, as true today as when it was penned. Bone's Farewell My farewell to Warren G. Hard- ing came at Sitka at the veritable “End of a Perfect Day.” I was returning immediately after din- ner to my post of duty by launch, or little steamer of the Coast and Geodetic Survey, the Helioantha— an all night trip—and the Hen- derson was sailing for Vancouver at midnight. He was Solicitous for my comfort and the leave- taking was momenterily prolong- jed. Then, assuming the same posi- ition at the railing he had occu- pied, in reminiscent mood, the morning of his next to his last Sunday on earth, he stood in the twilight and watched my depar- ture. “Good bye, Governor,” he called to me. “Remember me to the family.” Then, as the little vessel was disappearing into the shadows, that mighty voice, so soon to he stilled forever, boomed over the darkening waters: “And don't for- |get the baby.” That was my parting with the |twenty-ninth President of the |United States. Several days later, Alaska and the Republic were plunged into deepest grief and most poighant sorrow by the stun- ning bulletin of his passing. In his first message to Congress after President Harding’s death, his successor, Calvin Coolidge, said: “It is our duty under the in- spidation of his example to take up the burdens which he was per- mitted to lay down.” As President, he bravely carried, on and now, Herbert Hoover, who went with Harding on that beau- itiful journey, bears the heavy bur- dens of that killing job “which he was permitted to lay down.” On the anniversary of his death, 8 wreath from the White House was placed on his tomb. Strangely, the great memorial arch erected at Marion by ad- miring Americans so long awalted dedication. I | . * COLEMAN'S le Sh g S s Shops” First and Main | Goldstein Building. Arnold’s Removal Sale! COME AND SEE FOR YOURSELF No Returns or Approvals on Sale Goods ARNOLD’S BOOTERY Store Open Evenings Until 8 P.M. Arrow Trump SHIRTS White and Colors $1.95 SABIN’S DOUGLAS NEWS EXCELLENT OUTING HELD About fifty persons attended the 2, O. E. S, which was held yes- terday at the end of the Island. Tne gasboat Valkyre, chartered for the occasion, and several small boats carried the picnickers to the grounds. the outing and practically everyone enjoyed the principal diversion— swimming. PLUMBS HAVE SON News of the birth of a son to Mr. and Mrs. Horace D. Plumb in |Seattle Saturday, was received by Mrs. Aalto, mother of Mrs. Plumb, The little fellow tipped the scales at 7 pounds. SON BORN TO MRS. PHILIPS A seven and three-quarter pound baby boy was born last Thursday at St. Anns’ hospital to Mrs. Jack Philips of Chichagof. Mrs. Phil- 1ips has been the guest of Miss Al- berta Gallwas for the past two weeks. QUEEN CALLS The Queen docked at Douglas at 9:30 o'clock last evening, bringing a small amount of freight and one day’s mail. ALEUTIAN BRINGS 17 PASSENGERS HERE Seventeen passengers disembark- ed from the steamship Aleutian, Capt. C. A. Glasscock and Purser Paul Coe, on her arrival in Juneau from Seattle this forenoon. They were P. R. Bradley, Margarite Es- pey, Miss M. Goldstein, Mrs. W. George, Frances Harland, Vivian Lindstrom, Mrs. Nelson, F. W. Oys- ter, E. M. Phillips, Miss A. Simp- son, Mrs. Strake and three children, J. M. Saloum, C. R. Shank'and Mrs. Warfield. —————— After July first, with added equipment, I will be prepared to spray-paint any buildings, with any paint desired, at a saving to own- ers. (adv.) L. W. KILBURN, Douglas. —_—————— Old papers 1or sale at the Em- pire office. 183 TAXI Day and Night Service JUNEAU CABINET ‘and DETAIL MILL- WORK CO. Froat Street, next to Warner Machine Shiop CABINET and MIELWORK GENERAL CARPENTER WORK GLASS REPLACED IN AUTOS Estimates Furnished Request Upon MIDWAY | CAFE ATTRACTIVE PRICES TO STEADY | BOARDERS SEWARD STREET Opposite Goldstein' Bldg. annual picnic, Nugget Chapter No! The day was ideal for | o ey