anaheim-gazette 1931-09-17

ROWENA RIDES THE RUMBLE COPYRIGHT 1931 BY THE AUTHOR Thirteenth Installment Rowena and Peter are employed by Rack Ruff Motors to make a coast-to-coast trip, advertising the roadster. They take Bobby along as chaperone but she deserts them in Colorado and they get married, in name only, so they can travel without criticism. At last, after many tiffs, they near New York. They discuss what they intend to do after obtaining an annulment. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Rowena was just a little more touchy even than usual just at that time because she was having some trouble with her own work, and the fact that Mr. Rack had not been entirely satisfied with her last three stories had done nothing to improve her disposition. When—the picture done Peter's way, in spite of her—he turned the roadster east once more. Rowena retired sulkily to the rumble seat. In Richmond they received a long telegram from Bobby Lowell. It was "prepaid." As Rowena said afterward, "We should have known from that they were married." As indeed they were. "Darlings," exclaimed the telegram extravagantly. "We did get married and my gown was lovely. Carter was going to sue the railroad but the conductor took him off and apologized so Carter gave him ten dollars instead. Can't we fly down and meet you some place and finish our honeymoons together—even if yours isn't real?" Peter said he thought he had better answer that telegram and he wrote very fast indeed without one pause for thought. "Love, kisses and condolences, I mean anything you damn please my wife—you're married." But—not really married. Well, you are going to damn quick," he said decelerate. With a wave of his hand a little log cabin, desert that showed above the thick of the forest. "We're honeymooning day." Rowena blinked her lace indeed. She fumbled a pocket of the rumble urease, powder and lipstick takingly repaired the rawn After that she looked laughed. "You—you're good-natured he said. Of course," she declare is an accident. Accident me mad." Well, save up as much as you can," he told her to need a lot of it before Monday. Rowena looked about the cabin was tucked away huge cleft of great rocks on every side towered trees, beginning to show red with the touch of autumn where near a noisy brown down hill over the stone was no sight of other wandering woodsmen in and breadth of the forest. As indeed they were. "Darlings," exclaimed the telegram extravagantly. "We did get married and my gown was lovely. Carter was going to sue the railroad but the conductor took him off and apologized so Carter gave him ten dollars instead. Can't we fly down and meet you some place and finish our honeymoons together—even if yours isn't real!" Peter said he thought he had better answer that telegram and he wrote very fast indeed without one pause for thought. "Love, kisses and condolences, I mean congratulations. As your honeymoon waxeth ours alas doth wane hence how could we twain ride opposite directions in one Rackruff? Anon." "It doesn't mean so much," objected Rowena. "It means plenty," said Peter firmly. "It means that our honeymoons aren't riding the same sky if I can help it. Carter'll understand." They were increasingly quiet as they neared New York and the end of their adventure. Peter thought Rowena was troubled about the future because she often referred to things she might do and regretted that her work had fallen off. "If I had kept up as well as I started I could land a good job on the strength of it," she said ruefully. "You can, anyhow. Your work, as a whole, has been top-notch. You were good down to the last adjective. The trouble was that in the beginning you were so superlative you got them to expecting miracles. Never begin at the top," he advised her wisely. "It leaves no place to climb to. Anyhow," he added slyly, "you must have saved up enough on your expense money to keep the children in bread and milk for a long time—what with doing your own laundry and living on soup and cheese." "Well—some," she admitted evasively. "Do you suppose we'll ever be real good friends, Rowena? And never quarrel again?" "I'm good friends now! I've been friends from the very first. I am really fond of you, Peter, but you're so darn mean the angels themselves couldn't get along with you." "That's odd. Every one has always remarked what a good disposition I have—no credit to me," he added modestly. "I was born with it." "People are so dumb," sighed Rowena. "Do you think your judge will have any trouble getting the annulment?" "No." "How long will it take?" "I don't know." "When will he start?" "He's started now." "Started now! Why, what do you mean?" "I wrote to him the day we were married and told him to go ahead with the preliminaries so he could put it through with a rush." Peter resented that. "I think it was needlessly insulting of you, Rowena! To spread the news like that the day we were married." "Married! Oh tish, tosh, and even stone and the Rocky Mountains and buy your souvenirs in New Jersey," she remarked coldly. When he came back, his arms pretty well filled with stoutly tied bundles. Rowena and Constantine were under the umbrella in the rumble seat. "For heaven's sake——" he began impatiently. It's a sort of sentiment with me," she said. "I would never feel that we had a grandstand finish unless we breezed into Times Square in our regular traveling order. You can put your souvenirs in Bobby's place." Rowena slumped lower and lower in the rumble as he drove swiftly along the heavily shaded roads. She did not feel at all well. In a way, she almost believed she was sorry it was over. It had been fun—all except Peter. It would have been great—glorious—without Peter. Rowena certainly was not feeling well. Her heart was laden within her. Two large tears forced themselves under her hot lids and through the silken lashes. Rowena closed her eyes and pretended she was asleep. "If Peter thinks I've got anything to cry about, he's crazy," she said stoutly. At a sudden lurch of the car she opened her eyes. Much to her surprise she saw that they were far from the state highway, and following a narrow dirt road through a thick piece of woods. She tapped on the window. "Peter, you're off the road the way to New York." "I know it. It's a short rowena sighed." I knew watch you, she said resiliently. He turned off road into a narrow wooded than a cowpath it seemed instantly it would knew instantly it would them any place at all. She the window again. "Peter, you're lost. This go anywhere!" The cowpath turned a sharp and jagged hill and lay at the foot of an inn in the very heart of the town. "It's a dead end," she said "What did I tell you?" Peter got out of the back, very slowly, to stay folding his arms rigidly in the rumble. She noticed how very grim he looked pleasant eyes had narrowed set. She stared deeply at her lashes still wet with water for him to speak. "Get out, Rowena," he thickly. "This is our last hour!" she protested fairly had our lancheon—there's to stop for!" "Get out," he repeated We're staying here tonight Rowena looked at him... "How long will it take?" "I don't know." "When will he start?" "He's started now." "Started now! Why, what do you mean?" "I wrote to him the day we were married and told him to go ahead with the preliminaries so he could put it through with a rush." Peter resented that. "I think it was needlessly insulting of you, Rowena! To spread the news like that the day we were married." "Married! Oh tish, tosh, and even tush! That was no marriage." "No. But it was nasty of you just the same." "I'm sorry you feel that way about it, Peter," she said gently. "I did not mean to be offensive, I assure you. I really thought I was doing the stitch-in-time sort of thing." "Do you think you'll ever marry the judge?" "I don't think I'll marry anybody. I hate men." "What are you going to do when we get home, Peter?" "Oh, work at something. I suppose. Maybe I'll go to Paris." "You can't go until we get that annulment. They will need you here to swear that we—we didn't—that we never—that we never were really married, or anything." "How long will it take?" "Why? Are you in such a hurry for your freedom?" "No. I was just wondering." "What do you intend to do first, Rowena?" Peter asked. "Oh, I really don't know. Write up those stories, perhaps." "No plans for the far future?" "No. Maybe I'll keep house for Buddy when he gets through school. Maybe I'll get married." "But you say you hate men!" "So I do. That's the only way to get even with them." From Pennsylvania Peter wanted to cut through as quickly as possible into New Jersey and home that way. He said it was shorter and he knew the roads. Rowena, on the other hand, wanted to go up through Pennsylvania. 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'That's what I phoned about—to say we were tired and would appreciate the use of the cabin for a few days?' "Are—are we to be quite alone here?" she inquired casually. "Quite alone." "It will make it difficult—about the annulment." "That," said Peter haughtily, "is up to your friend the judge." FREEMAN'S 239 West Center Street—Anaheim Going East? $40 to Chicago St. Louis . . $3650 Kansas City . $3250 Denver . . $2500 and many more One-Way Coach and Chair Car Fares on Sale Until October 31st Same Fares Westbound FRED HARVEY MEALS will save you money Round Trip Santa Fe huge cleft of great rocks and about it on every side towered broad-branched trees, beginning to show gold and blood red with the touch of autumn. Somewhere near a noisy brook chattered down hill over the stones. And there was no sight of other inhabitants or wandering woodsmen in all the length and breadth of the forest. "Peter, you're off the road. This isn't the way to New York." "I know it. It's a short-cut." Rowena sighed. "I knew I should watch you," she said resignedly. Presently he turned off from the dirt road into a narrow wood lane, no more than a cowpath it seemed. Rowena knew instantly it would never take them any place at all. She knocked on the window again. "Peter, you're lost. This road doesn't go anywhere!" The cowpath turned abruptly up a sharp and jagged hill and ended abruptly at the foot of an immense boulder in the very heart of the forest. "It's a dead end," said Rowena. "What did I tell you?" Peter got out of the car and went back, very slowly, to stand beside her, holding his arms rigidly on the rim of the rumble. She noticed immediately how very grim he looked, how his pleasant eyes had narrowed and his lips set. She stared deeply into his eyes, her lashes still wet with tears, and waited for him to speak. "Get out, Rowena," he said at last thickly. "This is our last stop." Why, we can be in New York in two hours!" she protested faintly. 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