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THE REGISTER-GUARD, EUGENE, OREGON. LUCKY PENNY SERIAL STORY By GLORIA KAY COMMUNITY BINQ CHAPTER XI JJACK In th offlc of th Courier next day. Penny checked hur riedly on proofs of the literature the had prepared for her rriday night meeting. Circular, poiteri for (tors wlndowa, the newspaper d all were In readiness. No on would auspect, from the Innocent wording, the real Intent ot the mass meeting. "Community Sing" and "Concert" were the big headlines. The men in th mill had been given double notice by fenny xnenos mere. Th weatherman proved co operative when Friday evening ar rived. The auditorium was filled. The Kirktown Cle Club took lta plac on th stage. Rafters choed to th lusty lilt of their voices. Men predominated in the audience, and their voices lifted In song aa the concert proceeded, Quietly, before th last refrain died down, Lou MacDonald, Jim Vickers, and Penny seated them' elves in their appointed positions en th stage. With cheers for the gle club still ringing, MacDonald tepped forward. "Friends," MacDonald started, "my story It not pleasant, but It must be told. It affecta every one ot you." He told the audience, simply and truthfully, of the tragic cases that cam regularly to the attention of the Humane Society. He laid the blame squarely on Castro's machinations. There was no mirth In th sober faces up lifted to him. When Jim stepped to the speak ers' platform, a spontaneous cheer attested to his popularity. The men admired his courage and re spected his Judgment. Tellows," Jim said simply. "Not long ago there was a tragic bridge accident here. You or some mem ber of your family was saved from death only by the will of Providence. A crooked city ad ministration was responsible for th death ot two ot our best friends. I call It plain, cold blooded murder." Eloquently Jim recited th many factual instances of graft and favoritsm and crook edness. e e OW Penny stood before the sea of faces, displaying no sign of th nervousness she felt "I haven't known you very long, but I feel I know you very well," Penny began. "There Isn't a cow ard In the crowd! You have power! You're strong! Let's show Castro he can't run Kirktown! Tonight together let's chase him out of town!" There were shouted affirmatives. Men Jumped from their teats. ready for action. "Wait! Just a moment!" Penny shouted. "No one wants to start any violence. We are all inter ested only in peaceful means with which to remedy conditions in Kirktown. The sheriff is her to night He has named Bud Walsh and several ot your men as depu ties. Let's go as an army of citi zens not as a mob. You won t need to start a fight When Castro sees you, he'll know he bat bad enough.' Bud Walsh wat already organiz ing the eager crowd. They were flooding through the wide-open door In orderly fashion. Their march to Castro's bsngout had begun. Jim wa whit with anxiety. "What hav you done. Penny?" he worried. "Th Castro gang wont give up its easy pickings without a fight Someone la sure to get hurt "Perhaps this will change your mind." Penny handed him the red-lettered warning to leave Kirktown. "It's up to you to make up your mind, Jim. Either Castro goes or I go. Both of ua can't stay here." Grimly Jim said, "Com on!" With long strides he reached the head of the column of marching men. Bud Walsh had naturally fallen into leadership. Fenny was right. The men were as orderly as a disciplined army and no less tough! "All I want Is five minutes alone with Castro," Jim told Bud. "You'll have your five minutes," Bud promised. At they ap proached Central avenue, Bud halted his column. , "Quiet, men," he ordered. "We want to surprise Castro. No one has had a chance to tip him off. We'll all wait while I send a couple of scouts ahead." The men liked this game. "Like th eld covered wagon days, looking for Indians," someone whispered. "Let's go," Bud shouted when his scouts signaled him. They pushed through two swinging doors into a back room. There, in room filled with slot ma chines, gaming tablet and gam bling devices, sat Castro and a prize group of city officials. The surprised mayor of Kirktown opened his mouth in a moronic stare. An unlighted cigar dropped from the lip of the safety direc tor. Castro swung around, a vicious revolver in hit hand. 'Shoot if you dare." Jim in vited through set teeth. Castro hesitated. He studied the silent crowd. Bud Walsh had a gun. So did at least a dozen others. Castro glanced quickly at the badges they displayed. He dropped his weapon. rTHE crowd cleared a space for the returning men who bad rounded up other members of Cai tro's gang. "Take a good look at this prize collection of apes," Bud Walsh invited. "This is the last time you'll see such specimens in Kirktown. They're going to be so rare that there will be a reward for their capture, even in slightly damaged condition, within the city limits." Bud turned to the mobsters. "You guys have Just two hour to get packed and beat it," ha warned. "We mean business and we're plenty tough. If you can't understand our nice treatment, we'll have to teach you a lesson." A good movie director would hav found a note of comedy in th way guns, marked cards, extra aces, and a special collection of crooked dice were piled on th cement floor, awaiting destruction. "Start moving," taid Bud, twirl ing hit gun menacingly. There was relief in the faces of the gang stert as they left They had ex pected much worse treatment "I've waited tor this for a long time," Jim said softly. The fight which followed. Bud Walsh always said, was the tough est noisiest, bloodiest battle that had ever raged in Kirktown. Jim had asked for five minutes ac tually. Bud stood guard outside the doors for an hour. Castro tried In 'every way he could imagine to kill Jim. He bit, he kicked, he kneed, he gouged, he punched, he butted. He swung heavy chairs at Jim's head. H narrowly missed Jim with the jagged edge of a table leg. Jim met each furious attack, each vicious thrust calmly, alertly. In his own heart there was murder. Desperate, Castro drew a mur-der-bladed knife from a hidden recess in hit trousert. He lunged viciously. Jim felt no pain, but he knew from the red on Castro's weapon that the dagger had found ' its mark on hit shoulder. Cau tiously, he circled out of Castro's reach. The room's unshaded light sin gled out the gangster's knife. Swiftly, painfully, Jim lifted a broken chair and shattered th . bulb. Automatically, he lunged forward at darkness shrouded th room. He twisted the knife out of Castro's hand. Then he lifted Castro to hit feet For weeks, Jim would show the scars of hit battle. For months after the scare were gone, ha would look back happily to th day when the Castro gang left Kirktown forever. (To Be Concluded) 'nm'THAlV MERCY.'anD TWW " iill Br :1 W 1 1 1 B k VJA& A S THE, KE6PER HAD VirTIfo) liKSrTVf Al P Wi 1 H CLOSE DIMOSAURl JUST TOLD AJ rX wOiTS) Vd I H U H 1 CALL. V SOT'IM ME THE DIMOl C1 9 1 JH I PORTH' (..GOSH SAUR WDN'tV n f 1 U t ,1 I EEAT MEAT" : .g ALLEY OOP SIDE GLANCES I V tr tut rr ,n wwri iw m em pjfi Mr "What will our friends think of you as doctor throw infl your CArdi inlo the air because your parincr over hldhahandr Labor Shortage Threat To Lumber Industry PORTLAND. (U.EI Disaster Is facing the lumber industry and ita role in the war effort within a few months, for lack of logger In the forests, predict! F. H. Brun dage, western log and lumber ad ministrator. "Production Is being held up In the lumber Industry, because log gers are seeking better paying Jobs in shipyards and aircraft plant. 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