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SOUTH ERN OREGON MTNF.R PAGE OF READING FOR THE FAMILY X* eautiful Madeira Radio Tower« Crown Funchal’« Anclant Fort. and Anna d’Arfet, who eloped from Bristol In a small craft and were HANGING NUOM do not blown southward to Madeira’* east touch Madeira, the beautiful ern shore. I’ortuguese Island on the With the coming of the Fifteenth fringe of the eastern Atlantic. Ita century history Is on firmer ground. velvety green mountain« cleft by It la known that the Portuguese ma leep ravine«, Ita terraced hlllaldea, riner, Zarco, sent out by llenry the brilliant with flowers and flowering Navigator, reached Porto Santo In vine« are the Mine, summer and 1410, then sailed across to a larger winter. island, 23 mllea away, braving a In December the peak* of the dark cloud which hung over it. an towering mountain«, which rise like evil omen to the superstitious ■ n amphitheater back of Funchal, sailors of that day. The forbid chief city of Madeira, are aorne ding cloud proved to be vapor hang tlmea tipped with enow; but all elac ing over the mountains of a beau la vividly green, with a riot of tiful, densely wooded land. Zarco multi-colored blossoms on every ter and his followers landed on the race of thia quaint old town, which shore of a sheltered bay abont 12 climb« the bill« above a sapphire •ea. Gurdens are the striking feature of the Madeiran capital. They hang one above the other like balconies, | radiant with flower« of many ' By Famoui People climes. Cepyrlffht br Publie Isedver In«. Most effective In winter are the 1 WNU ••rvle«. flowering creepers—the deep magen ta and brick-red bougainvilleas and By WINNIE LIGHTNER the biaslug orange bignonla, which Actress form solid manses of color on the UDDEN gust j of wind are high wnlls. Flaming poinsettiasand dreadful to me," confessed red, pink and white camellias grow as tali aa trees. Clinging to the Winnie Lightner. ’They bring to me sheer face of the cliffs which bor the ghost of a man who was always der many of the gardens Is a vari th-elng from the wind, a man who ety of aloe which thrusts out star one night. In the middle of a vaude tling scarlet flower spikes above the ville skit, confessed to me that be was a murderer. blue sea. "From the day this man, who was Madeira Is an oceanic Amagon whose height from her crown, on called ‘Sloe," Joined our company, the summit of Pico Itulvo, to her gusts of wind seemed to sweep hose In the briny deep south of across the theater wltenever our Funchal la nearly 20,000 feet. Only company played. “Thia man had a habit of enter about one-third of this mountain queen la visible above wnter, her ing doors suddenly, as though he head and shoulders draped In a had come on a run—propelled by a power greater than himself—and of vivid emerald scarf. The Islands forming this archi slamming doors behind him so that pelago, Madeira. Porto Santo, and windows rattled. two uninhabited groups, are of "We always knew when he ar volcanic origin. Considering the rived through the stage entrance depth of the surrounding sen, and because of the alnmmlng of doors the nbysmal chasms which every nnd a rush of air which seemed to where cleave Madeira’s mountain sweep across the stage and to rush ous surface. It la evident that a down the halls nnd through the vast period of time must have dressing rooms. "He never left a door open be elapsed slnco the beginning of the countless eruptions which went hind him. It seemed that, almost toward the making of this Island. without his help, doors slammed Today no live craters exist In this behind him. People In the company group, ns on the Canary and Cnpc who crossed his path declnred that he seemed alwnys to walk In a Verde Islands. Much traditional lore Is asso wind; nnd thnt when he would rush ciated with the discovery of Ma awny from i’.em, they all agreed deira. Romans, Arabs, Italians, thnt tho wind would seem to die Spaniards, French, English, and nwny ns If It followed him. and Irish have all been credited as tho thnt, moreover, tho sweet odor first to glimpse the Islnnd. The which seemed to fill the wind which most romantic of the legends con followed him would die out, too. "Every one nround him grew to cerns two English lovers of the Fourteenth century, Itobert Machin dread and fear his presence. Pr»l>*r*4 bi N«ttnn«t O«n«r*phti’ «<>rl»ty, Washington. l>. C-WNll B«rvl««. True Ghost Stories miles northeast of Funchal. Be cause of its forests the new land was named "Madeira," the Portu guese word for wood. Sugar cane, introduced from Sicily, was responsible for Madeira’s pros perity during the early years of Its colonlMtlon. Negro and Moorish «laves were Imported from Africa to work on the sugar plantations and to build roads and aqueducts. The stone Irrigating canals, o' “levadas," extending for miles down the steep mountain sides still render efficient service. Without them the lower region« would be waterless s large part of the year. Madeira Is a small Island, little more than flo miles In length and less than half this in width; but it Is so mountainous, and so gashed by deep gorges and guarded by gi gantic headlands, that access Is difficult to certain of Its sun-kissed coastal villages, cool, mist-envel oped uplands, and deep, fern-hung canyons. Motor busses, which con nect the villages on the paved high ways, have made a marked change In tbe manner of life and outlook of the country people. Looking eastward from Funchal the horlxon Is broken by three pur ple Islands: the lonely, uninhab ited Itcsertas. In the center is Des erta Grande, with Buglo and Chao on either side. On Deserts Grande there are wild goats, rabbits and cats descended from animals brought long ngo from Madeira. Col onies of sea birds frequent these shores; and In coastal caves the monk, or Mediterranean seal is still to be fonnd. A second uninhabited group of Islands in tbe archipelago, tnree In number, the Salvages, He more than 180 mile» from Madeira, near er the Canaries. In summer men m H to them to slaughter tbe shear water, a sea bird which nests In large numbers on these low-lying Islets. The flesh, dried and salted. Is eaten by the poorer classes In Madeira; tbe fat and down are also utilized. "One night, when ho was to give one of ths poor little lines against which I was to crack my silly little jokes and smart comment, I was suddenly terrifled at his Intensity. "He was to say, ’You wouldn't go back on a chap Uke me, would you?’ "Instead, a sudden swiah of air filled with a strange nnpleaMntiy sweet odor blew across the stage, he shuddered and, brandishing his arms before me, cried in terror- stricken tones: “ ’Ton wouldn't go back on a mur derer like me, woul< yont “Then he flew off the stage with a great slamming of doors and the rattling of stage fixtures “I don't know what comments 1 made on the stage. I was complete ly baffled until a few hours later, when the police telephoned me to say that a man who worked In my company had killed himself, and that I should come to Identify the body. "Sloe had made a full confession. It seems he had killed his young wife In a sudden burst of fury over some trifle and had burled her in the garden of their small home on the outskirts of on Illinois town. He then fled. No one had missed them, because they were a atrange couple, who made no friends. "After his confession they found her grave. Across their little gar den, police reported, was a wide row where the trees and the lilac bushes and the grass were pressed flat toward tbe east, as though a great and continuous wind had been blowing across that place for many days and nights. “The thing that Impressed me about bls confession was tbe final sentence. It read: The wind blew all night* "That's why I don’t like to bear the wind at night Can you blame met* BEDTIME STORY Sßy THORNTON W. BURGESS^ DANNY HAS THE SHAKES Of all th« chill« of which you t»«ar Thar«’« no chill ilk« th« chin of f«ar. anny D meadow mouse sighed with thankfulness and relief as he renched the other side of the Laughing Broo! by way of the old log which had fallen across It, thu« ranking a bridge. To be sure be was a long, long way from his snug little home, «where Nanny Meadow Mouse was anxiously waiting for him, but at least he was on the right side of the Smll- Crept to th« Entrane» and Peeped Out Ing Pool and the Laughing Brook. He no longer needed to think of the Big Pickerel or of Snapper the Turtle. He had left Billy Mink Iteddy Fox way back by the Smil ing Pool, so he felt quite safe from them. Of course when he slionld reach the edge of the Green Meadows and start across to his snug little home be would have to watch for Reddy or old Granny Fox, but Just now he felt safe and it was a very good feeling Indeed. Being at last on tho right side of the Laughing Brook. Danny felt that he had earned a rest, but hav ing the wisdom of long experience he first looked for a place where he could rest In safety. Just a few feet from the end of the log on which he crossed the Laughing Brook was another old log. At once Danny scampered over to it. for he long ago learned that old logs are quite likely to be hoUow. and when they are they make the very finest retreats In all the Great World for timid little people who wish to keep out of sight. Just as he hoped, this old log was hollow and the only entrance was through an old knot hole b"re ly big enough for Danny to squeeze through. Making sure that no one else was there. Danny squeezed In and promptly forgot all his recent troubles and was happy, which for tnnately Is tbe way of the little people of the Green Forest and the Green Meadows. If it were not they would know very little happiness In two minutes Danny was fast asleep. How long he .'lept he didn't know, but suddenly he was wide awake. He heard nothing, but he had a feeling of uneasiness. He crept to the entrance and peeped out. The moonlight lay full on the old log across the Laughing Brook and even as he looked a slim dark form leaped up on the farther end and began to run swiftly across with nose close to the old log. It was Billy Mink, and Danny knew Billy's wonderful nose had found his scent somewhere on the other bank, and that it would lead Billy straight to tbe hollow log And so it happened. It was scarce ly a minute before Billy's nos« was poked In at the knot hole and Billy took one long sniff. “Ah, ba," said Bil'v. "So this is where you are. Come out like a gentleman and be eaten.'' Danny said nothing, but he began to shake as with the cold. It was the chill of fear. He was trapped. e. T. W. Burr«««.—WXU S«rvle«. Rumania'« History Rumania's history began Roman colony. as a is Yolande, eating some bread; With sweet golden butter and jelly it’s spread. Find two otiwr dint ia RightSde down, «long bottom of dr«»j. top Ude down. «long »nn ud MM