Port Orford news., March 19, 1929, Page 3, Image 3

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Port Orford, Oregon, Tuesday, March 19, 1929.
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p ick et fence a t his feet.
! stam m ered, for he w as a trifle shy going on in th e h e a rt of the m an again.
fell upon his knees and his wild he visioned it would be when he
I reckon you’re as h u n g ry as u n d er th e clear gaze of h e r blue I t w as S ylvia's m o th er w ho cam e
" It w ould be too bad to go aw ay 'h u n g r y sta re of fascin atio n gave found it.
H e gave a m ad sh o u t
a she wolf. Y ou su re do look all ! eyes.
to th e rescue.
w ith o u t saying good-bye to Sylvia. place to hot, ferocious yearning.
of joy.
tu ck ered o u t.”
| ..J u s t th ln k of
o ,e
Sylvla
"Sylvia,
do
you
know
th
a
t
O
le's
1
c
a
n
n
o
t
do
it,
a
fte
r
all
th
ese
y
ears
H
e
stood
up,
sta
g
g
e
rin
g
like
a
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By M A R C E L LE R E B E R .
O le’s faculties w ere slow In re­
H e sagged w earily a g a in st th e h as learned all th e books th a t you
of splendid co m radeship
m an d ru n k on too m uch old wine,
♦
♦ fence before answ ering, m opping I gave h er an d is a h u n g e rin ’ for given up se arch in g fo r th e m o th ­
tu rn in g
He had been gold
e r lo d e?”
S om ething im pelled him in the w ith the tig h tly clinched rock
ed so long, Now he w as stunned
his stre a m in g brow w ith a faded j more. It surely does b eat every-
The girl sa n k back in m e deeps d irectio n of the old tr a il th a t
th in g how th a t g irl d rin k s up of th e window, confused, h er face w ound upw ard, w inding along in
Mrs. P em b ro k e p au sed a mo­ red b an d an n a.
“I w ouldn’t m ind it so m uch, le a rn ing
I n ev er had a ch ance flu sh ing very pink.
m ent, w iped h e r glasses, ad ju sted
th e re a r of th e sc a tte re d row of
th e m m ore secu rely on h er am ple Mrs. P em b ro k e—th e luck an d th a t I w hen I w as h er age, an d a fte r her
"Oh, Ole—it d o n 't m ean you tum hled dow n m in in g cabins. F o r ...
carefully g au g in g its c o u rs e
nose an d h er s h a rp eyes looked up —If it w as no t fo r th e P o la r S ta r ! F>a Pa died 11 w as a11 w ork, n o th in g have stopped the se arch ? I w as y ears it had been abandoned by th e re . from th e pocket of a pass- lode. .¿„v,,
...
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and richness, scram bling to the
o u tfit. Y ou h eard them , I sup- - b u t w o rk . and Sylvia h ad to help, feeling su re th a t you would find
th e road.
ing
m
in
er?
No,
his
experienced
men, com ing a n d going, the
h ighest point of th e ridge, w here,
T h ro u g h th e sm all cloud of d ust pose? T hey flu n g it a t m e h a rd ' esP*elallv w hen she w as oid enough It—t h a t —m aybe you w asn’t gold uialn road h av in g long since tak en eyes told him no. I t w as not pos­ fo r the first tim e, he got his di­
an d do o th e r th in g s locoed a fte r all.”
sible.
she saw th e d ay sh ift strag g lin g dow n th e road a w hile ago. an d to w a!t
She stopped lts place.
rection.
Som ehow , H al T em pleton—son of
hom ew ard from a n o th e r day of th e w hole th in g is passed a lo n g .1 YeS| i u st th in k of it: Sylvia w rote ab ru p tly , seeing th a t h e r w ords
H e stood w aist deep In the
H e saw th a t he w as on a parallel
I
t
is
no
t
th
e
y
ears
I
have
w
asted
;
.
a
lette
r
last
w
eek
D
id
you
get
p a rt ow ner of th e P o la r S ta r m ine. tangled vine m aple. ’ a half-dozen line w ith the dyke of th e P o lar
h u rt him.
toil a t th e P o la r S ta r m ine, w ith
it
is
n
o
t
th
e
m
oney
I
have
sp
en
t
an
an
sw
er
to
it,
d
e
a
r?
"
“Yes, Sylvia, I am planning to w ith his handsom e, cy n ica l face y ard s from w here he h -------------
h ere an d th e re a d in n e r pall o r
ad seen -----------
i t S ta r ........
mine, th e » sam
being a aeries
series
m e e L/riiig
b ask et g lin tin g in in te rm itte n t g ru b sta k in g m yself; it is ju s t ad- j T he flush of deep crim son w hich head back e a st in th e m orning. I t a n <i fla tte rin g tongue, popped into N ow here w as th e re an y sign of a of shoots w hich Intruded th ro u g h
splashes of lig h t in th e se ttin g sun. m ittin g I'm beat, an d th e w hole flooded th e g irl’s face w as n o t lost h ad to come. I t h as been hom e his m ental vision. And Sylvia, he ledge o r boulder w ithin th e sw eep th e fissure of the dacite wall from
, on th e man, w ho w as on th e point here, w ith y o u r m o th er an d you. th o u g h t, had not cared w hen H al of his vision
H igher up, w h ere th e ja c k pines o u tfit ru b b in g th e sore.”
th e m o th er lode. H e m en tally sur-
“N
ev
er
m
ind!
Ole,
you
a
re
still
of sp eak in g b u t fell silen t again, all these years. I ant likely to w as packed o ff to an e a ste rn col-
an d h em itite boulders pangled over
A loud th u m p in g noise sm ote veyed th e distan ce from th e P o la r
y oung an d stro n g , and, I d are say, i Ole Oleson boarded w ith M .s. m iss you b o th .’
lege. Sylvia h ad w ritte n to him upon him —w h a t w as it? H e list- S ta r m ine and sm iled th e golden
th e face of th e m o u n tain side, a n ­
T he g irl w as tra c in g a p a tte rn th e n ? T h a t she received a reply ened; it w as th e loud b ea tin g of sm ile of one w ho has won a g re a t
o th e r form h ad com e into view — y o u r tw o h an d s a re still w illin’ to Pem broke, w hen he w as n o t scour-
a tall, slender m an, h is shoulders find so m eth in g to do to get a rise ' ing th e hills fo r th e m o th er lode, w ith h e r fin g e rs on the floor of w as n ° t know n. B u t she cared! his own h e a rt. O ver head a b and victory.
H er w arm blushes had told him so. of sq u aw k in g rav en s w as sailin g
All a t once the g re a t yellow lode
rocking slig h tly u n d e r th e w eight in th e w orld an d se ttle down com-1 F o u r y ears ago, his firs t v e n tu re th e window, h e r eyes dow ncast.
“I w as th in k in g m aybe you
E v ery nook and cleft ■ of th e by in search of th e p u trid odor w as blotted out. Down th e tra il
’ of th e heavy pack-sack. In his fo rtab le an d be h ap p y th e re s t of into th a t p a rt of th e country,
yo
u
r
life
to
m
ak
e
u
p
fe
r
th
e
day
s
w
hile
com
ing
dow
n
a
n
arro
w
tra
il
w ould find a job a t the P o la r j w inding tra il held sw eet m em ories. th a t evidently had reached
th e cam e Sylvia. H e saw h e r w earily
h a n d a pick balanced lightly as
' It had lured th em both fo r m any acu te m em ber by w hich th ey w ere th ro w h e rse lf on th e gro u n d In a
he w ound his w ay along. T h en he of w eary toil an d d isap p o in tm en ts w hich led to th e river, a ra ttle S ta r .”
"I couldn’t stay, Sylvia, a n d —th e j a q uiet a ftern o o n of c h a tte r when led. aroused him from th e tran ce- ; fit of violent sobs. Ole stum bled
c a u g h t th e firs t sig h t of th e hom e­ of th e hills. Come on in th e house ' sn ak e rolled fro m th e steep b an k
w ard m iners. A d eafen in g ro a r of an d refresh th e in n er m an w ith on th e trail, coiled an d stru c k him P o la r S ta r—well, I couldn’t sta n d 1 he had been forced to re s t up a like s ta te into w hich his find had quickly dow nw ard, try in g to find
a b ite of real vituals, an d you’ll feel ere he w as aw are of it. H e h ur- going th ere.
P erhaps, now th a t d ay or tw o from th e laborious task plunged him . T he next in s ta n t
derisive lau g h ter, followed by th e
a w ay out o f th e m aples to the
a lot m ore ch eerfu l,” coaxed Mrs. ried on to th e river.
T h ere he you w rite le tte rs—” he h alted a t in the hills H ere he had listened blind rag e seized him. H e had ; trail, an d In a few m in u tes w as
ho st of lusty voices, w hich sm ote
Pem broke.
found a cam p in g p arty , who, see­ th e open door, "you m ight w rite to h e r first lessons from the p re­ told the old wise h eads th a t h e ’d a t h e r side.
th e w om an’s e a rs a s she stood list­
Ole followed th e w om an, a fte r a in g th a t he w as ill, rushed to him a line to me—som etim e?”
j "Sylvia! S ylvia!” he cried, "w hy
cious books he h ad bought fo r her. find th e m o th er lode.
ening.
long w istful look a t th e fa s t b lu r­ an d inquired w h a t w as th e m at-
A gain the pink flush flam ed over W hy h ad she fled from him w ith ­
M adly h e sp ra n g th ro u g h th e did you ru n aw ay from m e?”
"Hello, O le!” called one of th e
ring hills.
i ter.
h er face, b u t she did not answ er. out a w ord?
tw isted v ine m aple th ick et, now
T he girl tu rn ed up h e r head, d is­
crow d, "F in d th a t m o th er lode ye
A m usical laugh fell upon his
"A r a ttle r ’s got me,1 he told
On an d on he w ound his w ay to th ro ttlin g sp e a r o ak and chicqupin closing a te ar-stain ed face. T he
O ut in th e garden. Ole, a fte r
been a lookin’ f e r ? ”
ears, an d a golden-haired g irl c a m » th em ; then he h eard
wild
cry.
pulling h a rd on his cigar, aw oke w here the riotous vine m aple burs and b ram b les w ith his b are n ext m om ent she tu rn e d aw ay an d
"G reat N apoleon!
T h e re ’s no
th ro u g h th e doorw ay.
I and before he knew w h a t w as hap- to th e fa c t th a t It w as not lighted. sp ra n g n early w aist high. Ole stop­ hands, his lips b u rn in g d ry H e had looked fa r across the hills.
m isd o u b tin ’ th a t none! S u re as
"S ylvia!” exclaim ed Ole, “I w as p ening a young girl h ad throw n Soon th e u su al cla tte rin g sound ped dead still, a rre ste d by a sm all ceased to voice his th o u g h ts any
"Go away. Ole! P lease _ go, she
you live it’s Ole Oleson, h o t-footin’
w o n d erin g w here you w ere h iding.” h erself upon h e r knees, u nlacing from th e k itch en floated o u t to w hite sc ra p of p a p er lodged in a longer.
cried, h e r voice sh a k in g w ith em o­
it back from th e ’ru s ty ’ hills, and
”1 h e ard you ta lk in g to m other, his heavy boots. A t th a t m om ent him . T hey w ere clearing a w a y th e j sm all scrub oak bush. A m inute,
B a tte rin g his w ay th rough, he tion.
th e m en from th e P o la r S ta r a re a
H ad to ru b m y eyes to m ake su re a terrib le fit of n au sea seized him ; d in n e r things. H e knew th ey would ' and he w as w earily m arch in g on searched w ild-eyed an d panting.
"B ut, Sylvia—I shall n o t go aw ay
k id d in ’ him because he a in ’t found
it w as really you. D id n ’t strik e , w hen he recovered, he learn ed th a t be o u t in th e g ard en soon. In h is , again. He reach ed fo rth fo r the
" I’ll find you, old m o th er lode, —fo r som e days, a t least.”
He
th a t d ra tte d old m o th er lode. S huck
it, I suppose, O le?”
j th e g irl had Insisted In su ck in g p resen t mood he did not feel in- , flu tte rin g slip of w hite, tu rn in g It and prove I ’m rig h t. Oh, so I ’m w atched her, am azed, his voioe had
th a t d r a t t e d old m o th er lode.
In stin ctiv ely th e g irl took h e r th e deadly so g er’s poison from th e d in e d fo r conversation. W hen th e over In his fingers. On It w ere a a young plp-ln-jay, am I ? ” he m ut th rilled w ith som ething of th e old
Shucks! T h ere a in ’t no sech a
a n sw er from h is face. She flushed w ound, sav in g h is life. T he girl w om en sou g h t th e cool, fre sh air, , few w ords, in pencil. B efore th e ir tered aloud, "and a s m a rt aleck. excitem ent. Sylvia moved slightly,
th ing," sighed M rs. P em broke, spy­
a little as she s a t down on a low ’ w as Sylvia. H e loved h er a t first he h ad ta k e n him self off to his ' m ean in g daw ned upon him, he I'll show you,” he gloated.
b u t did not lift h e r head.
ing a w eed or tw o in h e r p et pe­
stool by th e bay w indow , sw itch- . sight, and his love grew as th e tid y little room upstairs. Sylvia. , spelled out th e w ords, " I love you,
Once he stopped, exhausted, ex­
" I m ean, Oie, I —I m ean —I did
tu n ia bed, sto o p in g dow n to g et
ing th e su b ject h u rrie d ly before fo u r y ears passed by.
listen in g to his heavy steps, felt and I m iss you very, very m uch.” citem en t oozing from every pore not w an t you to see me, go—so - I
them .
th e m an 's lips could m ak e a reply.
H e knew th a t th e P o la r S ta r th a t he had purposely avoided her. j T h a t w as all. H e could g a th e r and fibre of his being
H e re­ cam e up here,” an d she b u rs t into
"Well, I a in 't ag o in ' to say th a t
" I am g ettin g along w onderfully did no t have th e m o th er lode. He an d she knew th a t he w as g ath er- | n o th in g from th e w ashed o u t lines new ed his s tre n g th an d rushed tears.
Ole Oleson is loco, w ith all his gal- well w ith m y lessons, Ole, an d th e
h ad alw ays felt su re of th a t. He in g his few belongings. H e did not below. T he balan ce w as gone. A on again. H e p a rte d th ro u g h the
Ole cam e n earer, to u ch in g h e r
a v a n tln ’ aro u n d in 'm ule stu b b o rn ­
p u n ctu atio n s d o n ’t b o th e r me h a rd ­ had probed aro u n d on th e b reast a p p e a r d o w n stairs again th a t eve­ give aw ay bit, to rn from one of m aple an d sp e a r oak. A head of shoulder, c u t to th e soul by hei
n ess’ as th e m en folk call it, h u n t­ ly an y a t all. I t will ta k e your
of old M other E a rth , try in g to find ning.
S ylvia’s letters.
She h ad copied him loomed a c liff of rock
He distress.
in’ fe r th a t gold. Come rig h t down b re a th aw ay, h o n est it will.”
• • •
its hidden place, but, a fte r four
from th is th e v ery one she had b attered his w ay perilously to it
"S ylvia?"
to horse sense, h e ’s a
c a rrv in ’ , H er seventeen y ears h ad dow ered
y ears of alm o st c o n sta n t search,
“Sylvia! Oh Sylvia! W here in sen t to H al T em pleton.
and aro u n d It to a low hum py
No answ er, save th e convulsive
m ore rig h t now th a n th e hu ll pasel th e g irl w ith a wild rose type of
he w as defeated.
S ham ed-faced, he tu rn e d about, ridge.
th e w orld h as th a t girl ru n to?
sobs.
of th em ta k e so m uch p leasu re in beauty, as she sa t th e re so ftly fold­
Oh, how he w an ted gold, and Hey, Sylvia! W on’t you com e and se arch in g fo r such o th e r portions
’A h!" he exclaim ed, in suprem e
I f It w as about th e letter, now ?
k id d in ’ th e poor fellow. And, th e ing d a in ty creases in h e r sm ooth, lots of it, for Sylvia! I t w as a l­
say good-bye to O le?”
as m ig h t be lu rk in g around, sw ept satisfaction.
"H ere you are, all , You see, I have no claim t o be
d u ra fools th in k because h e's a w h ite ap ro n ; all th e fra n k
in ­ w ays fo r Sylvia. H e w ould lie
T hey w aited, b u t the girl w as th e re by th e breeze. A bout one screened o ff on b o th sides. C are- j a n g ry w hat If you did w rite to
poor Swede, gives th em double li-1 nocence of th e child spoke in h er u n d er th e star-jew elled sky, alone
n ow here to be seen or heard. Mrs. h u n d re d feet fa r th e r along an o th er fully he picked his w ay over an d j H al T em pleton?
cense to b e ra te him . Well, w h at fa ir y oung eyes. She w atch ed him in th e so litary hills, an d dream
P em b roke grew flustered, w iping sh red c a u g h t his eye.
R each in g around th e ridge, ru n n in g an ex
'I—I did n o t w rite to—to H al!
luck th is tim e, O le?” ask ed Mrs. h a lf critically w ith th a t BUbtle, w onderful d ream s th a t gold could
h e r face w ith an am ple fold of h er fo r it, o ff th e u p p er edge of the perienced eye along the broken I t w as to you, Ole,
D id n 't you
P em broke, as th e big fellow cam e m y sterio u s look w hich sp rin g s up m ake come tru e.
snow y apron.
tra il, he slipped, a stone rolling face of th e g re a t dyke. Still he teac h m e to read and w rite ? ”
th ro u g h th e gate.
from th e deeps of th e new wom­
H e h ad n o t confessed his Jove
"I declare It isn 't like h e r to be u n d e r h is foot. H e kicked a t it. searched. H e gave a wild c ry —
Now he strode near, his h e a rt
T he m an 's bronze face b ro k e into a n ’s h eart.
to Sylvia. W ell h ad he concealed ru n n in ’ off th a t way. I suppose ' S uddenly he hu rled him self down- there! T h ere w as the fissu re ' A b eatin g wildly.
a shadow of a sm ile. Closing th e
"I am glad th a t you a re m ak in g it. Did she love him ? Could It she Is o u t of sig h t studying th a t w ard, a low, wild c ry escaping his wide ribbon-like b and of g litterin g
"T o me, Sylvia? You w rote th a t
gate, he se t th e pick dow n an d h ead w ay w ith th e books, Sylvia. be possible th a t she loved H al precious book."
j lips.
yellow m et his sta rtle d gaze, grow le tte r to m e?”
slid th e heavy pack fro m his shoul­ I w as th in k in g som etim e ago, th a t T em pleton? W as it to H al th a t she
Ole had picked up his luggage j "T he rock is q u artz! Gold-bear- ing w ider as It followed th e g re a t
B u t she looked a f a r over th e
ders an d rested th em a g a in s t th e you a re v ery q uick to learn ,” he h ad w ritte n ? A g re a t stru g g le w as Irreso lu tely; now he laid It down ' in g q u artz! W hy, It's gold!” H e porphory c o n ta c t w e sterly —ju s t as
(Continued on page 4.)
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THE KEY
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Mid-Pacific Coast Empire
Depth of Water from 30 to 42 feet.
The logical tidewater outlet for the
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standing merchantable timber in the
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No Dredging.
No Sunken Rocks.
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Protected from North and Northwest
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South and Southwest Storms of Win­
ter.
*
coal, granite, marble and a wide vari­
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Fishing.
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