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About Ashland American. (Ashland, Jackson County, Or.) 1927-1927 | View Entire Issue (June 3, 1927)
LEADING LA D Y missed the boat and she ran down T hat Y o u th fu l Touch stairs, hoping w ith a prayerful ear Of course the m odern wom an nestness th a t she would not find It dresses to look young. T h ere Is no It was not there. “Then he is gone,’ “old" and “young" In clothes today. she said to h errelf with a satisfied nod The sam e silh o u ette Is used for g rand and drew a freer breath. T he weight m others and d ebutantes. Tw o genera lifted, she went across to the garden tions ago,- th e woman of fo rty w as where she might find B assett, and ns frankly middle-aged. She wore blacks she covered the space between the and brow ns, and uiion Che app earan ce doors the picture of the launch rose of her first gray h a ir ske discarded on her inner vision with Gabriel tlit hats for bonnets, w hich definitely only visible occupant. classed her as an elderly lady. Today B assett was not In the garden, but tlu* woman of forty is a very youthful Shine was, sauntering Into view front person and she looks I t! —A m erican the balcony end. H e’d been loafing Magazine. ahout, he said. Just come up from the Point. They strolled about on the lanes of tu rf betw een the massed col For an E m ergency <T8 of p a rte rre and In.rder, the air If there is one thing T ake a piece of cardboard and copy langulshlngly sw eet with the scent of on It the telephone num ber of the fire that counts most in the closing 'lowers. Then they went departm ent, faintly physician, your in, luxuriously em bedding them selves getting away fast to husband's olHoe or o th e r nutflhers th a t ltl two vast arm chairs. B assett found you might find necessary to use In an beat traffic and for them here and tried to look genial at em ergency. So often In an em er the sight of Shine. speed in fast runs it’s gency, such a.- sudden Illness, a neigh They talked about the moon and bor or some one else to whom the num spark plugs. I use moonlight effects. Shine w anted to bers a re not fam iliar may do the tele take some photographs a fte r supper, Champions every time. phoning. H ang this above your tele get the pines ag ain st the sea and the phone and see w hat a convenience It i silvered hulk of the Point, nnd he Is. C ham pion Is the better spoke of his flashlight picture, which irh plu g because o f its uble-ribbed tUUman» they'd huve as a rem em brance of Gull if f core — its («vo^icc« R om an A p p ella tio n Island. Anne said th a t was a Jolly construction a n d iu spe L eptls M agna Is th e old Homan cial a n a lysis electrodes. Idea, but she didn’t think they'd need nam e of the m odern Lebdn, In T rl- a picture to rem ind them of th eir stay, C h a m p io n X — politanla, an Ita lia n possession on the for Ford« and she and B assett exchanged a M editerranean coast of A frica. It waa 6 0 / smile. so called to distinguish it fropi a It was still on th e ir Ups when a Champt sm aller Sem itic settlem ent nenr the Car« other sound came from outside, a single th a n Ford« C arthaginian fro n tie r—Leptls P arva. sharp detonation. I t fell upon the eve 75/ Leptls Magna w as the chief city of ning's tranquil hush, suddeD and the u n d e n t T ripolltls, the o ther two startling, like som ething alien and un being Oeen (the -present T ripoli) and related. Subrutn (th e m odern Zuaghn). “W hat was th a t? " said Anne. “Sounds like a shot,” Shine thought P rim itive Fountain Pen “ It couldn’t be 1” B assett got up “Nobody has a pistol here and If he Egypt clnlms th e first Inventor of a TO L E D O , O H IO had he couldn’t use It—one of the fountain pen. In n 4.000-year-old tomb special stip u latio n s Driscoll made th ere was recently found u section of A* U sual when he lent us the place.” P assen g er—Is th e tra in running reed no thicker th an an ordinary lend He moved to th e land en tran ce and late? pencil and of about the Iqngth of a looked out. P o rte r—Yes, mum. I don't know fountain pen nnd m ounted on u piece The door of Mrs. C ornell’s room of any new arrangem ents.—London of copper. The nib of the pen Is cut opened on the gallery and Miss Pink Opinion. on th e lines of u quill pah. T he hollow ney emerged, Mrs. Cornell behind her In th e reed Is supposed to hnve held “Mr. B assett," she cried, a hand on the Ink. the railing. “ W here’s Mr. B assett?" REAL COM FORt B assett drew out froip under the for hot. tired,( O ld London M onum ent gallery and looked up a t h e r: sote. perspiring A m onum ent a t London w as c o d “Did ¿ o u hear th a t? ” er to com m em orate the g reat fire of smarting fCCT “1 did and I told you th a t Mr. D rts 1000. It w as designed by Sir C hris coll never allowed any shooting on the topher W ren, th e fam ous architect, prem ise*." Shake whoso m asterpiece Is St. P au l’s cath e “Do you Utlnk th a t w as a shot?” into dral and whose o ther beautiful hut “ Well, w hat else w as It?" sm aller churches a re to he found in your Mrs. Cornell, leaning com fortably on m any p a rts of older London. T he SHOCS / the railing, suggested th at It m ight be monum ent stan d s u « ir the north end an auto tire. of London bridge. T his drew a sn o rt from Miss Pink ney: S ecret G overning B oard “How'd j m otor get here— swim or Cabal m eans a secret cabinet or gov fly?" Then to B a sse tt: “Mr. D ris erning clique whose m easures are un coil’s very stric t about th a t. He won’t popular. Such a clique existed In th e have the wild gam e or the gulls dis The Best M ascot reign of C harles II of Knglund, com turbed and—” “I’m looking for som ething th a t will posed of Clifford, Ashley, Buckingham , B assett in terru p ted h e r: bring a person good luck.’* A rlington and Lauderdale. T he In " T h a t’s all right, Miss Pinkney. We "H ave you tried Industry?” itial le tte rs of th e ir nam es form the w ere given those orders and we've word Cabal. obeyed them. And none of us could Ju st Plain Search shoot here If he w anted to— th e re ’s “W hat Is It, professor? More con not a pistol in th e outfit. D on't you P opulation G row s P ast know f t ’s against the law to carry c en trated research w ork?” T he population of the United S tates “J u s t hunting for my specs." one?” Increases at a ra te of one person “Then som eone’s taken mine,” she about every tw enty seconds. exclaim ed, and straig h ten in g up with an a ir of battle, “I’m coming down.” She left the gallery for the rear stairs, Mrs. Cornell in her wake. “ W hat does she m ean—h ers?” Anne asked. “I don't know w hat she m eans,” B assett looked irritated . “I t’s th e first I’ve heard of It." “I don’t see w hat there w as to shoot at, anyhow ,” cam e from Shine. “Looked to me when I w as out there as If all th e gulls had gone to bed.” Miss Pinkney, entering, focused th e ir attention. "W h a t’s this about a pistol of yours?" B assett asked. _ feel co n stan tly lam e an d ach y is to o often a sign of sluggiah lud> She answ ered as she w alked across the room to a desk under the g allery : luggiah action p erm its w aste poi- “ I t’s the one Mr. Driscoll gave me, s to rem ain in th e blood an d is a p t TY PB LA thinking It m ight be useful when I n alte one languid, tired an d achy, Price was here alone, opening or closing the L dull headaches, dizziness an d house. 1 w as to keep It loaded and a nagging backache. A com m on $ IQ 8 0 ing th a t tn e kidnevs are n o t a c t- have It handy, but I’d tru st my tougue min : rig] [ht is sc an ty o r burning secre- to get rid of any man and here It’s In c lu d in g lain w ith the poker chips.” Site pulled C a b le a n d Vssist th e kidneys a t such tim es out a side draw er of th e desk. Fitting» h D oan's P ill* . Since 1885 D o a n '* "T h e re !” she exclaimed, tu rn in g on re been w inning friends th e co u n try them In gloomy trium ph, “ W hat did ir. A *k your neighbor! r h e nam e assures its perform ance I tell you l It’s gone.” B assett looked Into the ^ n w e r : U O R t went y -»even year* “ A t wa t er K ent ” ha* C e o rg a F a o e m ir» , S* O ra n e» S t . , L a fo o d lo r a d van ced electrical engineering “You’re sure it was here?" B r I H p t o n , N . J . , aeyet M y kxL vry. w«r» and abeoiute precision o f m anufacture. Theta a»« »cline rig h t en d th« arerei ione wer# acan j “D idn't I see It this m orning when qualltlee, which h ave w on leadership in R adio, an d painful. E very m oraine • *•*« Um» an d I put aw ay the counters you were languid a n d m y back * u n k m I had !o e i plain th e »enaat ional perform ance o f A tw ater b .r » u m i t n n in drm am e. I » tarted using K e n t I g n it io n fo r F o r d a. T h la r e m a r k a b le playing w ith last night?” D o .n i P ili, »nd in • » b o n tim» w as in splen ecientlOc ignition ay»tem will literally m ake • “Umph I” B assett banged the draw er d id health. I gladly recom m end P o a n V new car o f your Ford —»m oother, snappier shut in anger. “I'll see th a t th is It power, earner sta rtin g , am aam g hill clim bing. explained to Mr. Driscoll. And who Installed in an hour. T h e low price o f $10. to ever’s taken It, they’ll get w h at’s com Indudea cable and Attinga. O ct facta from your Bervi ce station or write to STIMULANT D tlT tE T tC S KIDNEYS lng to them . A d—d fool perform rooter Mi [bran Co. M ig £ W » u H n l« .N Y a n cel To get us I d wrong Just as we A T W A T E R K E N T MFO. COMPANY w ere leaving A . A tw a te r K e n t, Prca. The hall door opened and Stoke« 4 S S 9 W ieeah ick o n Awe. P h ila d e lp h ia . P a . entered. “W ho’s shooting round here?” he Makers of said. “I thought It was taboo." (TO BE C O N T I N U E D .) Taxi Driver GERALDINE BONNER COPrWO/iT bj/Ttte BOBÖS-MERÄIU. CO W.N.U.SUMCE STORY FROM TH E START W h ile d e s p o n d e n t o v e r th e e n f o r c e d h i d i n g o f h e r fiance, J i m D^lli*e, s l a y e r In s e l f - d e f e n s e o f H om er P a rk in so n , m em ber of an I n flu e n tia l fa m ily , Sybil S a u n d e rs, p o p u l a r a c t r e s s , Is e n g a g e d t o p l a y V i o l a In a c h a r i t y p e r f o r m a n c e o f " T w e l f t h N i g h t ” on G u l l Island, on t h e M aine c o ast. A f t e r th e p la y H u g h IJa rse tt, A nne T r a c y ’s f i a n c e , T e l l s J o e h e h a s h e a r d h e Is s p y i n g o n S y b i l t o learn th e w h e re a b o u ts of Jim D a lla s a n d e a rn the re w a r d o f fe re d by th e P a r k i n s o n fam ily. T h e b o y d e n i e s It. J o e Is a r r a n g in g fo r a v a c a tio n trip . To A nne h e b e t r a y s his e n m i t y t o w a r d S y b il. C H A P T E R III— C ontinued I S t* had h eard nothing and thought It odd th a t he should be so suddenly cautious. D iscretion had been the last quality he had heretofore shown. “I have avoided you and I’m going to continue doing It. Please move aw ay from th e door. I t ’s silly to stand In fro n t of It, for I can go round by th e garden, b u t I’m tired and I don't w ant to.” He cam e forw ard, speaking as he advanced. ‘‘T his Isn’t w h at you think. I’m don» w ith t h a t You’ve made me u n d e rs ta n d ; you’ve gotten ft across, Sybil. I’m not going to bother you any rfiore w ith th a t subject you loathe and th in k so dreadful. B ut I can’t help loving you and w anting to help you.” She gnve an ex asperated ges tu re and m ade a move to pass him. As sh e did so, he sa id : “I’ve heard som ething of Jim D allas. J u s t be fore I left tow n I m et an actor who says he saw him ." “Are you telling tjie tru th ? ” “W hy should I He? W hat do I gain by It? I sw ore the fellow to secrecy and cam e up here to tell you and I ’ve been try in g —” She broke In : “W as he sure? W here w as It?” T he change In h er m anner would have crushed th e hope In any man. Shunning him like a leper, she now drew close and laid h er hand on his arm . “I can’t tell you here. I t’s too dan gerous, too m any people coming and going.” “It w as Jim ?” “It was. I t ’s quite a story, more th an Just seeing him. B ut we’ve got to get som ew here aw ay from all these d—d doors—" One of them opened—th a t Into the hall behind them . They heard It and wheeled round, faces sharp-set In de fensive in terro g atio n . It was Flora Stokes, and Stokes, his senses more a le rt th a n the g irl’s, w ithdrew his arm from h er clasp. “Oh, F lo ra," he said, his voice sup- prem ely light and easy. “W ere you looking for me?” Mrs. Stokes said no, she had come to put h er book bock. She walked to a table and placed h er book on a corner. T he room was very still as she did this. “It seem s I’ve Intruded,” said Mrs. Stokes, each syllable m eticulously clear and precise. "B ut If you want to be alone I should think you’d have chosen an o th er place." “H aving chosen th is Is a p retty good proof we didn’t w ant to be aione," reto rted h er husband. She gave a lig h t Jeering sound of disbelief and w alked to the entrance. On the sill she tu rn ed and looked at them with sm oldering eyes. “D on't be a fra id I’ll stay. I’m going for a walk on th e front of th e Island. T h a t’s as fa r aw ay as I can g e t; I'd go fa rth e r If I could." She passed o u t of th e door and Stokes tu rn ed to th e g ir l: "There— th a t's w hat I w as afraid of. Some of th e re st of them may come In at any m inute. W e've got to get out of here, some place outside.” “T he P o in t—th e summer-house. HI go down th ere now—you follow me.” She ran to th e entrance, he a t her heels. W alking leisurely up the path to the sum m er-house w as Shine. She threw out h er hands w ith a distracted g esture and stru ck a foot on the floor In a fra n tic stam p. Stokes smothered •n oath. "T ell me here.” she Im plored, hot he answ ered w ith an Im p erative shak e of th e head. “ The garden.” She was half-way ncross the room before he caught her up, and this tim e it wns he who luld his hand on her a r m : “Sybil, have some sense. You’ll get us In w rong every way. You don’t w ant any of these people to see us ont there whispering together. T h a t’s Just the place they’ll go while they’re w aiting round for supper. Listen now, get a hold on yourself. Jim ’s safety Is more Im portant than your anxiety. T h at photographer chap’s Just stro ll ing round killing tim e; he’ll move on from th ere presently. Go up to your room and wait. You can see the Point from your window. If he’s gone by seven, come down and go along to the summer-house. I’ll wutch, too, and I’ll m eet you there." She opened h e r lips for a last pro test, then, evidently seeing there was nothing else for It, gave out a groan ing "All rig h t" and left the room. He followed her, saw h er mount the stairs, and walked out on the balcony. He could see the figure of his wife moving slowly tow ard the ocean blulTs. A new spaper lay on a table near him and he took It up, slum ping down In his chair as one who relinquishes him self to a regained Interest, but he did not reud. C H A PTER IV Anne packed for a space, then gave It up. She couldn't go on with It, she w anted to be dow nstairs, not lose one m inute of the last evening a t Gull Island. H er spirits, oppressed by Jo e’s behavior, began to bubble again, foam up in sparkling effervescence. She slipped off her negligee nnd chose h er most becoming dress, leaf-green crepe th a t made h er look slim as a reed and turned her skin to Ivory. £ A twater Feel Stiff and Achy? “You’re Sure It W ae Here?" And she figured in fro n t of the glass, studying her reflection Itils way and th a t, trying to see herself with new eyes and Judge If she was a girl a man m ight be proud of. While thus engaged she heard the chug-chug of the launch. It m ust be jo e going, and anxious to see the d eparture of th a t darkling and un com fortable sp irit she w ent to the window. Across the swift-sweeping cu rrent the boat came into view, skim ming forward like a hom e-faring bird. Anne leaned over the sill, following It with startled eyes—w here was Joe? T here was Gabriel In front at the wheel, but In the back—she stretched h er neck trying to see to the bottom of the cockpit there certainly was no one on the s e a t “Oh, could be have missed It?" she groaned and cast up her eyes as If Invoking the protection of heaven against such a calam ity. B ut he couldn't have, he w anted to go, it was his holiday and he thought Gull I s la n d was a beastly hole. He m ust have been where she couldn’t see him. It was difficult to think w here this might be— but he might have been bending down to put some thing In h it suitcase. A ch air could have hidden him. She rem em bered w hat he had said about leaving bis baggage a t the living-room entrance. I f it was still there then be had j IGNITION for Fords T I DOAN’S'"<A Green’s August Flower Fact» of T ree’» G row th The bureau of plant in d ustry says th a t a tree never gets so large that It does not put on riDga of grow th, so long ms It stay s green. T he most profound Joy has m ore ot gravity th an gayety In It.—M ontaigne | F or In d ig e s t io n , D y a p o p a la , etc. R e lie v e * D is t r e s s a fte r H u rrie d M e a l* e r O v e re a tin g. - B e in g a g e n t le la x a tiv e , ft k e e p s th e d i g e s t iv e t r a c t w o r k in g n o r m a lly . 30c 4 90c. At all Druggists. C. 8. G R E E N , In c . W O O D B U R Y , B . J. A twater K ent RADIO