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SIX ROSEBURG NEWS-REVIEW, ROSEBURG. OREGON. MONDAY, MAY 6, 1929. iT CARELESS OF ALL Such Is View of S. P. Lost and Found Agent After Long Experience in Auction Sales. American travelers are the most . careless in t lie world! . This In ih opinion of A. V. Keane nf Hie Southern Pacific lost and founrl department. V And Keane ought to know for i . In; has compiled data on railroads - in all parts of th: civilized world i which hIiowh that the American ' traveler leads by far tin; entire "t world in articles lout on trains. Keane is In general charge of ;-nll articles lurni d into the com- j pany's lost nnd found bureaus and left In railroad baggage rooms and J -on trains. i " "It's about a toss up between I t CHAPTER I At three o'clock of a sunny, crisp November day Nan Carroll was happy. Not just content, or happy in a pullld, negative sort of ,,, way, but happy with that upwing- , 1 f .. n.l.-lt urM,., M nkln In ecstacy. And yet no man, opening the ' outer door of the suite of three ' offices a door bearing the digni fied sign, "John Curtis Morgan. - Altorney-atI.aw" nnd peeping in upon her could have discovered " " any outstanding reason for her happlncsB. Just a pretty young stenographer or private secretary, nnd a busy one at that, he might . have thought. Hut ir It had been a girl who had peeped In and seen Nan's flushed, pretty face, she would .have deduced instantly thai Nan's '-happiness was born of tho con- i Rrfou.snesH that she looked ex tremely well In her new fall dress of riiHset silk crepe, n simple little! sup or a mess wnose soon sinn v dipped demurely just over the1 raps of rounded, slim knees. Certainly Nan had reason for happlnosH over the fact, that Ihe russet silk crepe was almost exact ly tho color of her bobbed brown hair, that, the velvet of her nar row brown pumps was subtly matched In the velvet of her round brown eyes. Such harmonies are f'not accidental, but with Nan they were instinctive, and not sufficient """reason for the joy that had sudden--o-ly flooded over her so that her small body almost visibly vibrated '""with ll as she sat erect in the na. 'row-hacked chair before her type writer. Her rlngless hands played rapid ly over the keyboard of the ma chine, as If endowed with a con sciousness and Intelligence .of their own, for certainly there was nolh " lug in the legal document she was typing from shorthand notes to bring that high luster Into her brown-velvet eyes, and that joy flush Into her cheeks. "Three o'clock!" She glanced nt her tiny, octagonal white-gold watch as she reached the end of her shorthand notes. With an ex pert twist of her wrist she look the crackling sheets of legal sized bond paper and carbons from the machine, sorted litem swiftly, com- 41...... ...111. ll... ..Il.nn ....., .,f the brief, scanned their flawless , , typing proudly, then added clips front a little box that had Its place '"in the meticulous order of her top 'w, desk drawer. mm mil u, hit iimk'i m1" nuiwni .,, the exquisite little box, which John Curtis Morgan, attot tiev-at law and ""'her employer for three years, had ' given her as a Christmas present the first year she had worked for - him. lie had laughed at her for us- Ing It as a clip box, reminding her that he had expected her to add It . to her dressing table knlckuacks, .; ami she had defended herself lame - ly, unable to tell him that she kept It here In the office because her .'heart was here, rather than in Ihe - niiiiiMieii ilium Mic leuieu n me Week. "He snld three o'clock, but thai mentis any time before half past," Nan reflected Indulgently, as she added the original copy of Ihe brief to the stack of letters she had typed earlier In Ihe day. t" "Court had adjourned early. That means that the prosecution 'rest- them to- He'll be rtreadfullv tired nnd all keyed-up. Ma be " and oddly enough her e en sparK ted ami her flush deepened at the thought "he'll want me to work tonight. So much to do -hisi iniu . nte stuff; witnesses to subpoena; his noles to be written up " v m Knterlng the office marked "Mr. Morgan" the other office of the suite was shared by the middle ''aged clerk and the young lawyer who worked for Mr. Morgan on - salary Nan deposited her tray of f n shed work on the dosK, imuie even straighter a neat stack of unfolded letters received that day; cast a measuring glance at tho heavy onyx Ink well; blew a few grains of dust from the shining surface beyond tho spotless new green blotter; adjusted the window shade so that the slanting ray a of the November sun should not strike into the eyes of tho man who would soon sit at that desk, held a spread palm over the con cealed radiator to make sure that heat was coming up She was Interrupted by (he 1 men and women as to which are the most careless," said Keane. "Men leave overcoats, umbrellas, hats, pocket combs, shaving ma terials, fountain pens, pocket knives, overshoes, suitcases, cam eras and even loupes aboard our twins. Women leave vanity cases, handbags, jewelry, mirrors, combs, handkerchiefs, umbrellas, fur coats, shoe, sweaters, purses, bats and other fetnine articles on the tnthi;; and especially in the dressing rooms. Si range to say 'very few children's articles ate turned in to our lost and foun 1 bureaus. "Kvery effort is made to ascer tain the owner of articles found on our trains and in statin.) i, company hotels and ie.staurai.Js Some times the ou nei h of iuAi articles are found alter months of corres pondence and in many cises they had forgotten they lost tho articles. "After a rain huiicrt is at um brellas and overcoats are Jefi on our comrnutn trains and ferry boats. Seldom are t!u k? nrth les reclaimed at the lost, aid found bureaus. "It's comical to note some of I he peculiar articles that are turner! in from the lost and found bur eaus. At one time a live pig was turned In and at another a six mouths old boy was found on one of our ferryboat h. However, the 1929 & NLA I sound of the outer door's opening and closing. In a flash her small i body was across the room, her hand upon the knob of the divid ! Ing door, , ! "Hello, Nan! Mlake back yet? Did I'reston call?" The very tall, very thin man tossed his hat upon a knob of the "tree" ami shrugged out of his gray tweed topcoat. His black hair, winging upward In a natural pompadour from an extremely high and broad forehead, was shot through with threads of silver. Nati never saw a silver fox pelt without thinking, with a sharp con traction of tins heart, of that silver flecked mane of John Curtis Mor gan's. His black eyes shone now with the brilliance of fatigue and excitement. Nan Carroll thought and bad thought since the day she first saw hint that he was the most distinguished looking man site had ever seen. "Mr. Ulake Isn't here yet," Nan answered eagerly, her eyes sweep ing over him and noting every sign or fatigue. "lie telephoned from the sheriffs office, where he's waiting for Illicit. T telephoned Mr. I'roston when 1 had not heard from by 12 o'clock, and made mix appointment for you for half past four here," she added trtumph anlly. "I knew you'd be tired." A humorous smile zigzagged across Morgan's thin face, twitch ing the wide, sensitive mouth, and setting in his deep-set. eyes. There was tender, teasing friendliness In his deep voice as he answered: "(bind girl! I don't know how you do It. I honestly believe you'd make Cal Coolblge come here if I happened to want to consult him about something. A busy, import ant mini like Preston Oil, this is splendid, Nan! I didn't think you'd have time to Mulsh this brief be fore 1 got back. That clears the decks for us to work on this mass of stuff I brought from court, liralnerd sprang two surprise wit nesses on us this afternoon, and didn't call three I thought he was banking ou. Heated at half past two and caught me not ready to open" Nan followed him Inlo his pri vate office, her small round face alluhl with excitement. "I'll bet he didn't call Parker nnd that Klein lug woman. 1 told you he wouldn't! He didn't dare! Of course you're going to subpoena the Fleming woman yourself and make her talk" j "Am I?" Morgan laughed, but his tired eyes shot her a glance of re-1 sped. "I suppose I'll have to. If : you say so. Tell Illake to attend to It, when he. comes In, wont, you Now, to gel down lo work," he) sighed, a loiiu. thin, sensitive hand reaching automatically for the stack of new mail on his desk. "Not unite yet," Nan corrected i him briskly. "You just sit there and rest for a minute. Shut your eyes and don't dare think of Hi thing until 1 get back." She paused at Ihe door, to make! sure that her commands were obi yed. The long figure relaxed In j the big swivel chair; with a deep. Islh. as If he were expelling Ihej ' pnlsun of fatkue. John Curtis Mor j gait rinsed bis eyes, but his wide ! mouth twit, tied humorously. In less than a minute Nan was! back, stepptim softly, and carrying a tall glass of milk on an octagon ! al plate of pale green glass, which ulso bore a stack of crisp raisin bisetiits , "IhtnU every drop and eat every i-tuinhV she commanded, ulth a : g renter show of assurance than 'he felt. "I'll bet my next week's ' sal;n veil didn't cut a bite of 1 lunch. It's a crime the way ymi j lietleet our health." John Curtis Morgan stared at her . blankly for a moment, then broke Into a series of delUhled chuckles, j "runny little Nan!" he gibed at , her fondly, hut he reached tor the uluss and drank half of the milk hetore setthm it down again, thank cai:erly, hnmitily. so that Nan al timst hugged herself with delkbt at the success of her latest scheme for her great man's comfort. "I've ordered a pint of half-and-half a day for you half milk and half cream." she confessed. "You need it, really ou do Mr. Morgan. You work so hard and forget to eat until someone shoves food at vou Now. tell me what Hrainerd did today. I'll get my notebook and we'll get your notes on his witness es into shape. I'm crazy to hear what Hrody testified." A minute later they were hard child was soon called for by dis tracted parents who had separated at Oakland pier, each believing that the other had the child. Some of the odd articles turned in have Included crutches, false teeth, loupes, automobile tires, veloci pedes, glass eyes, wooden legs. j aicli supporters, ami hip flasks." i j Articles left in the i all road bag- gage rooms and checking stands i which are not called for in six 'imnths are sold tit public auction j ; heid semi annually in San I-'rati-' clsco. ARROWHEAD HOSIERY ' Advertising Price Sale i The Arrowhead Hosiery Mills! 'have authorized their local agent, j j Carr's store, to offer a pair of Ar-j ;rowhead hose at i price with each1 i purchase of a pair at the regular . 'price. This applies to any and every, ! style of men's, women's or chfl-; Ulren'H hose. Arrowhead makes a' 'complete line of cotton or rayon or! I silk hose, Kvery pair of Arrow-I 'head Is guaranteed to give satlsfac I lory wear or a new pair free. This ! ' price offer ends May 15th. Carr's. j We are a hardy race, else we could not endure so many amateur yhows. Fresh salmon egga. Idleyld Pnrk. .SERVICE at It, Morgan's sensitive hands hovering over his scribbled notes, his deep voice recounting In detail the story of the day In court. He was defending a young girl, for merly the switchboard operator of a fashionable country club. Indict ed on a charge of blackmailing members of the club. The board of directors, believing in the girl's Innocence, had retained Morgan to defend her and, incidentally, to vindicate the management of the club in the eyes or the public "It's an ugly mess," the lawyer frowned. "Cornell looks as if he could kick himself from here to Jericho for ever having brought the charges, and Hrainerd is up against a stone wall himself, try ing lo get a bunch of witnesses to testily that would rather be shot than be dragged upon a witness stand. Hut it looks pretty black for (race. Nan. I wish I were sure " "I'm sure she's innocent," Nan Interrupted vehemently. "I would not have begged you to take the case If I hadn't been positive. There's something big behind this scandal, Mr. Morgan! That Flem ing wonwu listen! AVhen you gut her on the stand, ask her " She was off then, reviewing the evidence from memory, her pencil tapping out her points excitedly, her eyes glistening with zeal, her checks carnation-bright, and the man on the other side of the pulled-out leaf of tho desk listened with flattering concentration, his own pencil making an occasional note. When she paused for breath, Morgan nodded slowly. "I believe you're right. Of course 1 wouldn't have taken the case If I hadn't be lieved, beyond a reasonable doubt, that she was Innocent. I've never yet defended a crook and I'd rath er starve than begin. The after noon papers lire going to say that llralnerd's got the case sewed up In a sack but I'll be damned if he has! That Fleming woman, as you say " "You'll bust his case w ide open!" Nan boasted staunchly. "Remem ber, Ihe jury half believes iu her Innocence to begin with, just be caus.l John Curtis Morgan is de fending her. Kvery voter in the county knows that you turned down n hundred-thousand-dollar fee to defend those pavement con tractors Just because you knew they were n gang of crooks, and that you told Huvemeyer that nit his millions couldn't buy your ser vices when he was trying to keep his son out of the pen. You know what, John Curtis Morgan?" she challenged him. "WhatV" he teased her, obvious ly pleased but trying to pretend n vast preoccupation with the notes on his desk. "When you've won this case as you're going to do! the papers are going to begin calling you the greatest criminal lawyer In the slate, and that's n pretty big honor for a man only :itl years old to have won! Why. most men your aue are still fiddling around hoping for a junior partnership In au es tablished firm!" "Oh. Nan. Nan!" he admonished her humorously, shaking his head. "You're seeing me too big. much bigger than 1 am! And if I don't watch out you're going to give me sin h a swelled head that I'll he laughed out or court. Hut, serious ly. Nan." and hts vole changed, became simple, direct and sincere, while his eyes held hers unwaver Irmlv, "if I have gone a little far ther than I had any right to, li's been because I've had the breaks, and the best secretary In the country. I'm not such an egotistical ass that I can't see how much ou've helped Above the pounding of blood In her ears Nan Carroll heard a quick, Imperious tattoo upon the door. That particular knock had a peculiar magic of its own. for di stantly the two people within the private office were transformed. Happiness, which had glowed in Nan's eyes like twin candles on an open altar, was snuffed out, leav ing her round, childish face pale and taut. In that Instant she be came Ihe model secretary, or, rath er, the model serretary as that part of the world unfamiliar with the romraderte of the office pic tures her. She became "Miss Car roll." a little prim, very Imperson al, subservient, remote. Her back stiffened and automatically she poised her pencil above her note book In the respectful attitude of a secretary Awaiting dictation. INC. WANT FARM BILL EXCLUSION FRESH PEARS AND APPLES MEUFOKh, Ore., May 5. The lioguo Itlver Valley Traffic asso ciation, at a special meeting here yesterday, reaffirmed its stand fa voring the exclusion of fresh pears and apples from the provisions of the farm relief bill now before con gress. The meeting was called at the request of Jt. H. Tipp, head of the marketing committee of the Port land Chamber of Commerce, and officials or the Southern Pacific railway, asking the association to reconsider its opposition. The exclusion of fresn pears and appb-a is provided fur in an amend ment presented by Senator Mc Nary. Introduced at the request of Northwest and California frui. growers. Southern Oregon fruit growers contend that the inclusion of pears and apples in the farm relief bill would place their fruit upon the same quality basis, iu the eyes of eastern and foreign trade, as the middle-western fruit, and eventual ly prove a detriment to Northwest growers. The association voted again to send telepams to the Oregon dele And In that instant John Curtis Morgan, attorney-at-law, disap peared. It was the eager voice of a lover-husband who called out Joyously, welcoming!': "Come in!" It was an ardent boy, in spite of 36 years and a silver-fox pelt, who sprang to his feet, forgetting Nan Carroll, forgetting Grace Cox, for getting his fatigue, thinking only of the woman who had knocked imperiously upon his door. "Come In, darling! Oh, hello, Sonny-Hoy! Out shopping with Mother? It's great to see you hot h " Nan's enormous brown eyes, ap parently as unseeing and blank as circles of brown velvet, took in every detuil of the family scene that was being enacted as If she were not present. She saw Morgan kiss his wife, flinched a little as she noted Iris Morgan's casual, ar rogant acceptance of that mark of her husband's adoration, felt a throb of pity for her employer as she saw the six-year-old boy refuse petulantly to be kissed. Then she braced herself for . liis Morgan's greeting.. ' , "How do you do, Nan? Gorgeous day. isn't it? I'm simply mad for new clothes. He prepared to pay out every penny Jack has in, the bank when this month's bills come In! And, oh, by the way, draw me a check for a hundred, won't you?" she added In a tone she might have used to a servant. "I hate to he limited to tho shops where I have charge accounts when I'm On a buying orgy, as I am today. Some of the cunningest shoes at Mar tin's. Jack," she turned explana torily to her husband. "And bags at the I'etlte Paris Shoppe!" Nan, forced to listen as she obediently wrote the check which Iris Morgan demanded, heard her employer answer eagerly, like a hoy flattered at being noticed and anxious to please: "That so. sweetheart? I bope you find just what you want. I wish I had time to go with you, hut I'd be so busy looking at you that I'd not be a very good judge of shoes or bags." "Silly Jack!" Iris Morgan shrugged anil moved away so that his hand, which was stretching out to close upon hers, was de feated and quivered a little. Nan saw the quiver, and her own hand, busy with the check, trem bled with nnd anger and sympathy. Not that John Curtis Morgan was angry or conscious of need for her sympathy, she told herself fiercely. He was conscious now of nothing In Ihe world but his wife's breath taking beauty. And, as always, it hurt Nan Intolerably to see him humble anil eager and abject be fore that beauty, as If he could never quite believe that he was Its leual possessor. Iris Morgan let her tall, graceful body sink languidly Into the chair which her husband had hastened to draw up to the desk for her. And Nan was not too busy filling In the stub of Morgan's checkbook to see that Iris disposed her body as if she were sitting for an art ist, the picture to be entitled, "Portrait of Lady of Quality." Long white throat arched as the bead, freed of its close-fitting hat, rested In profile against the hlsh back of the chair; glistening ten drils of red gold hair curling against the poll-bed walnut; the one e-ye which the profile pose re vealed surveying her husband with lazy Indifference but not without challenge that he appreciate the picture she made. Three years had not been long enouch to accustom Nun ( arroii to the amazing Deauty of Iris Morgan's eyes. Strange eyes, that had a color all their o n: the vivid blue-green that poets ascribe to tropical seas. "If only she would he nice to him I wouldn't hate her so!" Nan told herself fiercely as she laid the check before Morgan to sign. "Silly Jack!" she quoted in silent fury. "Imagine calling him Jack! She makes him silly, makes him small and he's bis. big! She doesn't dream or care! how big he is! Oh, I wish he wouldn't look at her like that!" And she could have cried out with pain at the spec tacle of the man she believed to be great gazing with humble, pleading, love-sick eyes upon the w oman w ho wor his uame as non-) chalantly and insolently as she wore the clothes ho paid for. As Iris Morgan rested pictur esquely in the hich backed chair, her six year-old son leaned, jnst ma gation in congress, urging them to vote for the McNary amen ImtKi. WOMEN RECEIVE MINOR HURTS IN COLLISION Mrs. D. C. (ihehey and Mrs. C. I v.. wiuirn ui ntMi4i y BUiteieu I minor injuries Sunday night when i the car driven by Mr. McGhehey , was struck by a truck driven by j W. L. Hash at the intersection of Cass and Jackson streets. Mrs. Mctihehey received a deep cut on 1 one leg and was badly bruised and ; .Mrs. Groves had a bruised and i wrenched shoulder. The car was quite badly damaged. MILL IS REOPENED t The Meredith Mill at Rice creek, 1 which has been closed since laft. I fall, was re-opened last week and Is new being operated at full ca t paeity. The mill was shut down after Millard Meredith, one of the , owners, suffered an injury in J which he lost part of one hand, j He has now fully recovered, how- ever, and Is again able to take charge of the mill, which has a i daily capacity of about 5,000 board t feet. Sufficient orders have been secured, Mr. Meredith states, to keep the mill In steady operation for a year or more. JuAnneAustiti Author nf klllackpitfeonlL picturesquely, against her knee, as if he were subconsciously obeying his mother's command to fit Into the picture. Nan thought, with fiery contempt, that Iris Morgan would never bother to be seen with her son if he were not the handsomest of all the ornaments with which Bhe decked her beauty. But since little Curtis Morgan was, in his way, as beautiful as his mother, she had worn him from his babyhood until now as another woman might wear a cor sage of orchids, or lead a prize winning Pekingese upon a leash. The child's eyes were lar.e, liquid-black, fringed with such lashes as a chorus girl would sell her- soul for, and curiously mourn ful, even when he was being his most devilish. Nan had watched him develop from a fragile baby of three to fragile little boyhood, and she loved him, in spite of the faults which his mother seemed to delight in encouraging, loved him because there was so much more of John Curtis in him than of Iris Morgan. Loved him, too, because Morgan adored him and because Iris, for ull her lazy indulgence of his constant Irritable demands, did not truly love him, was merely proud of him because he was an ornament to her beauty. The child was urging a demand upon. his mother In a low, whining singsong: 'T wanna see the dog in the picture show, Moth-er. I wan na police dog just like the movie dog, Mother! I wanna " Iris' blue-green eyes swept him with amused indifference. "Moth er's going shopping, lover. Curt 'a going to stay with Nana, like a good boy. He loves staying with his Nana Carroll, doesn't he?" And she rumpled the silky black crest of his hair so like his fath er's and smiled lazily at Nan. Dismay and anger flooded Nan Carroll, as they had flooded her heart a hundred other such miser able times In the last three years. "Nana!" As if she were a nurse maid! So she was to take care of him again, while her employer's wife shopped In untrammeled free dom! Was Morgan going to per mit the outrage, when he knew as well as did his secretary that there was enough work to be done to keep them both busy until nine or 10 o'clock, If the lawyer was to go to court the next morning proper ly prepared to defend his client? Hut why ask? Of course he was! He had never in his life denied his wife anything she wanted, whether it was a mink coat or the services of bis secretary. "We're pretty busy," Morgan deprecated. "That. Grace Cox case, you know, darling. The prosecution rested today, but of course," he hastened lo reassure liis. whose eyes were flashing green-blue fire at him, "Curt will be very good. Won't you. Sonny-boy?" "Don't w anna stay with Nana," the little boy protested, his great black eyes mournful, his beautiful mouth sulky. "He sweet, lover, and Mother will give you a great big piece of chocolate cake with your ice cream for dessert tonight." Iris promised In her lazy, sweet voice as she accepted her husband's check without thanks. "She's ruining his stomach with her 'great big pieces of chocolate cake' and all the candy he wants," Nan thought disgustedly. "And she doesn't care! It's less trouble to her to ludulge him than to dis cipline him. And I believe she ac tually likes for him to be thin and frail, because he's prettier than red-cheeked, robust children. Oh, I bate her!" Aloud she said, in a flat, even voice which she scorned to make coaxing; "Come along. Curt. I ll let you write on your own special typewriter. We'll both be busy. Nan's got an aw ful lot of work to do. and so has your father." "You're such a good little thing. Nan," Iris thanked her carelessly. In a tone Nan had frequently heard her use toward Curtis' nurse. As Nan left the private office, with Curtis' hot, dry little hand in hers, she told herself despairingly, contemptuously: "She doesn't even know you hate her. you little fool! And she doesn't hate you at all. She rather likes you, in your place, and your place. Nan Carroll, is. in her estimation, that of an ef ficient upper-class servant. And as long as she's in the office, that's the way he thinks of you, too, be cause she makes him. "She blights him, blights me. takes all of our real worth and sig nificance away from us, so there won't be anything of importance in the place but her beauty. And he doesn't know what a fool phe makes of him, doesn't know any thing when she's around except that he's mad about her and that she's the most beautiful woman in the world. Llut what do I care?" She blinked furiously at the tears in her brown eyes. She was establishing a whining, dictatorial child at a table on which she had placed an old type writer reserved for .the purpose when Iris Morgan came out of the private office adjusting her smart black hat at an enchanting angle, so that red-eold curls were pressed against the cream and rose of her cheek. "I'll call for my two boys at six. Van," she announced, with superb Indifference to the fact that Nan was supposed to be free at five. "Re good, sweetheart, and Mother will bring you something nice." "Want stuffed dates with lotsa nuts," Curtis specified threatening ly. ' Iris -laughed from the doorway. "Greedj little pig. It's a wonder you don't get disgustingly fat. But I suppose no child of mine could be fat," she added complacently, glancing down the long, slim lines of her body the kind of figure for which modistes design "confec tions" and "creations," not mere dresses. "And oh. Nan dear, please get me a couple of matinee tickets for Saturday. 'The Constant Lover' with the original New York cast so the advertisements say, though they're sure to be second-rate hams, worse luck! Is at the Woodlelgh this week. Don't let my bad child bother you, or Jack will blame me if he loses this scanda lous Grace Cox case. Why he can't be a corporation lawyer and be re spectable is more than I can see! Just vanity, I think! He adores ranting before a jury and saving murderers from the gallows. But I mustn't get off onto my pet griev ance or the shops will be closed before I get a thing bought. Good bye, lover." She blew a kiss to the child and was gone. After five minutes of bored pecking at his typewriter keys, Curtis was at Nan's elbow, jogging it impatiently, so that she struck a wrong key a tragedy to Nan Car roll, who prided herself on pages of finished work which had never been insulted by the rasp of an eraser. "Want paste and scissors and colored crayons," the little boy de manded petulantly.' While she was getting them for him, he climbed with impish quick ness into her chair and began to strike letters helter-skelter upon her beloved typewriter, spoiling the half-sheet of beautifully typed notes. For the next half hour she wrestled desperately with work, a small boy's irritable demands, the telephone, which rang three times, and the swiftly rising tide of her anger. "I'm going to tell him a thing or two if he fires me for it!" she stormed in her hot heart. "Letting his silly wife impose on me and turn me Into a nursemaid! I won t put up with it another day!" But when the buzzer sounded to summon her into his private office, her face cleared, became eager asain. He had never needed her that she bad not responded eager ly "Say. Nan, f wondered if it had A GOOD . . . PRINTER Another Fordson We have to take them. These are not wornout machines but are machines in working order trad ed in on larger and more powerful John Deere Tractors. Tractor and Plow $430X0 Special. Rebuilt Mower. . . .$ 45.00 Cover Crop Disc $115.00 SEETHEPAPEC HAY CUTTER FarmBureauCooperativeExchange t Roseburor AGENTS FOR L. & H. Electric Ranges Qean Spray Pump Co, Hood River Spray Co. Sutherlin Spray Co. occurred to you that Martha Flem ing herself wrote those blackmail ing letters?" All her anger and resentment were forgotten for the moment. He was himself again John Curtis Mprgan, the greatest criminal law yer in the state, and she was her self again his efficient and val ued secretary. "Occurred to me?" Nan lauphed joyously. "I've known it all along and was sure you'd feel it. too. Why, look " And they were hard at it airaln. urown bobbed head close to sllver-and-black, arguing, interrupting, contradicting each other in the blessed good-fellowship of work which was dearer than life to Nan Carroll. She was so elated- over the prog ress she and the lawyer had made in 15 minutes on the hitherto baffling case that not even the havoc which Curtis had wrought in the outer office could completely destroy her happiness. He had cut paper soldiers out of one of the carbon copies of the brief which it had taken her two hours to type and which would have to be done over; he had smeared paste over half the surface of her desk; had spilled ink on the thick toupe rug which was her especial pride, and had finger-printed a great stack of John Curtis Morgan's swankest envelopes. Long before six o'clock her pa tience and her temper were al most exhausted. At half past five, when she was in the office occu pied by young Blake and Evans, the clerk, the telephone rang. Be fore she could reach her desk to answer it Curtis had the receiver orf the hook and was shrilling into It: "Hello, hello! This Is Mr. Mor gan's office!" If he had not been John Curtis Morgan's adored son Nan might have slapped him; as It was, her tired brown eyes blazed at him aB she snatched the instrument out of his hands. "That you. Nan?" a man's com passionate voice came soothingly over the wire. "You don't have to tell me you're busy. I recoenized V GOOD printer must do more than merely go through the routine of setting type, inking the roller, etc. He must know how to set up your message so that it will leap out of the paper to capture the reader's eye. So that it will comVJnc emphasis with refined appeal. We employ only good printers. Commercial Printing Department RosebubNews Review Oakland John Deere Plow Co. Hoosler and Milwaukee Pumps the young hopeful's voice. But you're going to have dinner with me, remember." "Oh, Willis. I can't!" Nan wailed. "I've got enough work to keep me busy till 10 o'clock at least, and I simply can't dawdle over dinner." "You can and will," Willis Todd assured her. "Then I'll RO to a movie to pass the time till you're through slaving. I'm not going to be cheated out of my date so eas ily, young woman. I've got a lot to say to you, Nan, honey, and you'd better make up your mind to llBten." Amazement and amusement fought with fatigue in Nan's face as she hung up the receiver. So Willis Todd was suddenly becom ing masterful! Funny, but sweet "Nana, I wanna bottle of ginger ale! I want it right now!" Curtis woke her from her reverie, hia voice Hhrill and petulant. "'Nana!'" Nan repeated the hat ed perversion of her name wiA loathing. "'Nursemaid Nana!' Iria Morgan's servant!" If she listened lo Willis Todd, she need, never hear that degrading nickname again (To Be Continued) NEGRO STUDENT WINS ORATORICAL CONTEST (AKHatMi rr-nt Leased Wire) NEW YORK, May 5. Welford Wilson, negro boy of 14, has won a junior high school oratorical con test and a prize of $100 and quali fied for the regional finals from which an entrant for a national contest will bo picked. His fath er is a teacher. His mother id a real estate dealer who is studying to be a lawyer. KIDDIES ENSEMBLES Cutest little dress and coat sets for the kiddies. Sizes 3-4-5 and . Come In beautiful prints and crt? tonne sets, dress nnd coat match ed. The ensemble set is 51.95. See them at Carr's. Eat barbecue sandwiches and live forever. Brand's Road Stand. Ftehin? contest nt Tdleyld Park. 3 C
