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IIII I THE PERKINS JOURNAL i il il iil Honeymoon Mountain By Frances Shelley Wees Oopyrlght by Frances Shelley We  Servl SYNOPSIS t3,,n m{m Brynlldson III), a tall br d y6nng man of wealth, and his h Tubby Forbes, are discussing Br ,,oming marriage. Tubby believes It a L eme to get Bryn's wealth from him. bhould the girl. Deborah, whom Bryn had met at the office of his at- torney, Ted Holworthy, marry Stuart Graham before her twenty-first birth- day, she will inherit a vast fortune from her grandfather. Stuart had great- ly displeased Deborah, who refuses to marry him. Bryn, posing as an unem- ployed engineer, offers to marry Deb- orah, as Stuart, for $50,000, they not to live as man and wife. Twenty-three years previous, Anne Larned had eloped with an adventurer on the day set for h@r wedding to Courtney Graham. Two days after the birth of ller daughter, Anne died. Shortly after, the father died. The Larneds, grandparents, took the child with them to Oregon where, without child companions, Deborah grew up. TO safeguard her from some fortune hunter, her grandfather had arranged for her to marry Stuart, son of Courtney Graham. when of age, be- lieving the alliance would be a happy one. When Deborah was fifteen, her grandfather died. Securities had been set aside to keep the family, but a market crash left scarcely enough for them to live on. This was unknown to Deborah's grandmother, an invalid, Gary, a servant, mantging the finances At twenty, the thought of marriage greatly frightens Deborah. It had bee planned that Deborah meet Stuart in Frisco, where they were to he married. CHAPTER I--Continued .--.4-.-- There was nothing to be done. She had to go. She had to be married. They were in such trouble about money, she and Gary, that there was scarcely enough to buy her ticket to San Francisco, and when it came to her costume for the Journey the prob- lem was dreadtn}. Grandmother had forgotten about clothes for years. She was horrified when they came to con- template Deborah's wardrobe. She wanted to write immediately to Bos- ton and have a large selection of ar- ticles sent out, but Deborah convinced her that there was no time, and that they would have to manage with what was in the house. So they made a traveling costume from one of Grand- mother's. It was quiet and reserved. although perhaps the lines were not such as a professional dressmaker would have put into it. It would serve. The dress was made of brown cloth, very neat and plain. A hat was rath- er a problem, but tley evolved one finally, a neat small black turban with a modest cluster of velvet pansies on one side. Grandmother said the hat was perhaps a little old-fashloned, but she said that Deborah was far too pretty to travel alone dressed too at- tractively. She cried when she said it, and warned Deborah again of the dan- ger of speaking to strangers. Grandmother sent only one other dress with Deborah; her own wedding dress. When they tried it on, it fit- ted perfectly. Deborah looked at her- self in the glass, and then quickly back at Grandmother, with dark star- tled eyes. "It's . . . it's . , ." she touched the neck. "It is for your husband, my dar- ling," Grandmother said gently, and Deborah's blood wu cold again in her veins. _* 7-"" CHAPTEK IX Tubby had finally finished dreging, and now, after a hurried trip across the city in Bryn's roadster, they stood waiting in the big parlor of one of the old and eminently respectable hotels. Age had not added to its prestige; it had gained nothing, through the pass- age of years, save a few extra layers of dust in the interiors of the sagging red plush chairs, a few more cracks in the elaborately frescoed plaster walls, a few more worn places in the thin carpet. Tubby, hands in pockets. stared unseelngly at the candle sconces on the wall, fitted now wlth weary electric bulbs which gave out barely enough light to disclose the dangling crystal ornaments on the sconces t hemselves. The grandfather clock in the cor- ner ticked slowly. "You're crazy," Bryn murmured, and took out his watch. "Me?" Tubby asked in amazement and sat dowP in a comfortable chair. "The clock. It's slow. My watch says ten minutes to nine." "Oh. So you were talking to the clock?" "Merely a slip." "Slip Is right," Tubby muttered. alking to clocksP' Tubby went so far as to say that ff Bryn, at the age of six, had not fallen upon him vio- lently one day as they rolled off a roof together, he would not have bit- ten the end off his tongue and so be- gun a lisp which would endure to his dying day. "Thlip ith right," Bryn repeated ab- sently to himself. "Talklngh to clockth." "Go to hell," Tubby said bitterly. He folded his hands before him. There was a long silence. "Bryn," Tubby said abruptly, and stopped. "Tubby," Bryn answered politely. "Bryn, what are you doing it for?" "There Isn't any reason why 1 shouldn't do it." "Well," Tubby exploded, "you're not getting anything out of It. That's what I mean. You're getting into an awful mix-up with all kinds of possible con. sequences, and you're not getting any- thing out of it." "Consequences ?" Tubby still sat In the big chair and considered, his blue eyeg on Bryn's gray ones. "Pllar, for one, You'd make a very nice couple. That is..." "Pllar would make a nice couple with anybody. And we've settled about her, so don't go back over that again, Tubby. Only there's a suggestion I'd "There Isn't Any Reason Why I Shouldn't Do It." like to make. If I were you I wouldn't rush over to Pllar's tonight right after the ceremony, because if you were to get down on your knees in my pants there would certainly be a catas- trophe." He stopped in front of the grand- father clock and gazed earnestly into its dingy face until Tubby had stopped making his spluttering noises. There alas another long silence. Seven min- utes to nine. "What about this sailor, this Gra- ham fellow?" Tubby demanded abrupt- ly. "Do you think he's going to let any man crack him in the Jaw and then marry his girl without doing any- thing about it? What about him?" "Oh, he's all right," Bryn said lazl. ly. "HIs enlisted time doesn't expire for two months. And he isn't much to worry over, anyway." "Oh, Lord," Tubby said prayerfully nd put his head in his hands. Bryn went over and sat down beside him He tweaked the yellow lock. "The whole trouble with you, Tubby, is thai you're one of these sermons-in-stones people. I mean, you can't help look- ing for trouble. Why can't you take a thing at its face value and stop wor- rying? All that's happening Is that I'm lending my name and my charm- ing personality . . . because I have to win over the grandmother, too, per- haps I forgot to mention it . . . for a year. What's a year? The lasl pair of elephant tusks I brought home cost me a year, and I've been sick of the darn things for a long time. After all, an elephant tusk is not exactly a thing a man wants to look at more than two or three times a day, and it isn't a thing you ever get really fond of and llke to cherish, you know." Tubby raised his head. "Oh," he said ominously. "So you're planning to cherish this Deborah woman and get fond of her, are you? Now that I understand why you're marrying her, do you mind telling me why she Is marrying you? It doesn't work both ways, you know. It couldn't be, even if it's what I'm beginning to think it might be." "But 1 told you why she's marry. lng me," Bryn said kindly. "I really explained it very nicely. She's marry- ing me to get a million dollars, one year from today when the conditions of the will are fulfilled and when he) grandmother is convinced that I am no fortune-hunter and that I am a steady going young gentleman with no bad habits and the ability to make Deborah happy." "Oh, no, she isn't," Tubby contra- dicted. "Isn't she?" Tubby straightened. He put his hand on Bryn's arm. "Look here, Bryn," he said, "what's the use of your trying to hold out on me? Why don't you come across with the whole story? I know what it is, anyway. It's another of those crazy quixotic no- tions of yours. What are you tryln to put over now?" "Nothing." "You lie. The girl can't be mar. rying you to get her grandfathers money, because you're not Stuart Gra ham, and you said yourself that the will stated specifically that unless she married Graham and Graham only, on or before her blrthday -- today -- she wouldn't get the money. Didn't you? And you're not Graham." "Well," Bryn said at last, "not spe- cifically. Not very specifically. I've read quite a few legal documents . . . this was a ferociously legal document, Tub, with a lot of whereases and in. as-muchases and party-of-the-second. parts, and that klnd of thing. If Deborah's grandfather hadn't told me what It was that he Intended, I wouldn't have been too sure." "But is it ambiguous, after all the fuss? Why make a will like that and leave It ambiguous? Can the girl get around it? Marry anybody at all and still get the money?" (TO BE CONTINUED) Rough and Ready Bows to Power Line; Gold Camp That Once Voted to Secede This famous Mother Lode mining camp, which once voted to secede from the Union, is about to achieve its last step In the march toward moderniza- tion, writes a Rough and Ready, Calif., United Press correspondent. Oil lamps in the old buildings which witnessed the rip-roaring episodes of 80 years ago, and in the new cottages which have replaced rough-hewn shacks, will be replaced by electric fix- tures. Although it was one of the most fa- mous of the gold camps in the days of '49, it faded swiftly and did not re- ceive enough recognition in more mod- ern days to place it in line with near-by Grass Valley when power companies invaded the region. Now, however, with dairying, sheep ranches, orchards and revived mining serving to make more permanent the remaining population, a llne ls being strung from Grass Valley. There are few traces of the old camp left. The hotel, built in 1850, stands. Also tottering remains of a saloon and a blacksmith shop, with its original an- vils, forge and tools. A few scattered houses remain. Otherwise, there ls little to recall the days when 8.000 miners dug for gold. Spreading oak treeD, cottonwoods and poplars conceal most of the dlj. gings on the hills whlch roll away in all directions. Rough and Ready voted to secede from the Union when the Civil war started, but the next day "everybody celebrated and decided to Join the Union again." Monument to St. Lawrence Has Appearance of Grill The Escorlal, or to give it its full name, the "Real Monasterio de San Loreno del Escorial," is nominally a monument to St. Lawrence, the early Christian martyr, who was roasted to death on a grill. There are some who say that the ground plan of this vast structure on the bare and barren slopes of the Sierra Guardarama in Spain presents the appearance of a grill, writes a correspondent in the Boston Globe. It is, of course, more s monument t,, Philllp II, who, tired of the bustle and worldliness of Madrid, wished for a quiet residence in which to end his days. 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