Friday, February 20' 1942
SOUTHERN OREGON MINER
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Fun Willi Fortune Telling
INSTA1XMENT K* EVEN
THE STORY SO FAR Hares Water-
so a. COS'laced by her lawyer, John Colt,
that »he has a claim to the Island estale
ot her grandtaiher. Garrett Waterson.
comes with Coll to Honolulu and meets
Tonga Dick or Richard Wayne, a mem­
ber of the Wayne family which has been
in control ot the property since her
grandfather’s disappearance. Pick's un
cle. James Wayne, manager ot this Is­
land. Alakoa. dies from overwork and
Pick attempts to work out a compro­
mise settlement of Karen's claim. This
is refused. Meantime Karen has learned
that both Colt and Pick are In love with
her. On the Island, one day. Pick re­
veals that Karen Is not heiress at all.
but that Garrett W'aterson Is alive and
Is on bls way to Alakoa. He and Karen
discuss what atUtude the old man may
take toward her claim to the Island.
No* continue with the story.
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“Something's changed it for me.
I don’t know what it is. At first it
seemed such a glorious adventure;
it promised to open up a whole
new world, But that's all gone. I
don't know what's the matter. Some­
how I’m not sure, any more, that
I want Alakoa."
“Neither,” said Dick Wayne, “do
I. You know that"
She turned a little to look at him;
and the young stars made her face a
pale oval, mysterious and lovely,
but her expression he could not see.
"You don't want your island?”
she asked queerly.
He took her hands, and made her
turn toward him. "You know what
I want You've known it all the
time.”
“But — the island — your broth­
ers—”
“Haven’t you?” he asked.
"There isn't — there isn’t any
way—”
"Haven’t you?” Dick insisted.
The resistance seemed to go out
of her; she swayed forward, and
rested her cheek against his chest
“Yes,” she admitted; "I know.”
“There isn't any time to lose,”
Dick said. "I've had a radio from
Waterson. He'll drop anchor in less
than two hours. By that time it will
be too late.”
"What are we going to do?”
“We're going to run out on this
show. We’ll be married in Hilo. I
don't care what happens after that
They can go on with this infernal
squabble until they eat each oth­
er’s last shirt”
"It’s impossible! I can't!”
"Why? If you’re still going to let
John Colt—”
“Don't you see what position I’m
put in? Do you think I've so little
pride that I’d try to seize your is­
land, and fail, and then edge in by
marrying the very man I tried to
bankrupt—"
“I don't believe you care any
more about the island than I do.”
“You don’t now. But some day
you’d remember, and perhaps begin
to doubt; and nothing could ever
be—”
“But you don’t know that you've
lost the island. Nobody will know
until Garrett Waterson shows his
hand.”
"Dick—if my grandfather takes
the island. I’ll marry you then, if
you want me to.”
“No," he said. He released his
hold, and she moved a few inches
away from him. “No,” he repeated,
"I’m not going to marry an island
either, Karen.”
"Then you see — it's hopeless,
Dick.”
“In another hour or so it will be—
completely. This is the last time
we’ll ever have any choice. Because
now we don’t know. Right now
one of us is as good as broke—but
we don’t know which. Perhaps nei­
ther one of us will ever have any­
thing in the world again.”
“Maybe,” Karen said, "that would
be best of all. Only—we can't make
that choice either, Dick. Neither
one of us has any choice whatever,
in anything, it seems.”
Dick said gravely, “The choice is
yours, Karen; and you have to make
it now, tonight—before I leave this
boat."
“What is it you want me to do?”
“I want you to come with me, now,
on the Holokai. I'll throw the Holo­
kai over the bar, and run to sea.”
“If only,” Karen said, "I had a
little time—”
“Time? Good Lord, Karen!"
“Even a few hours—”
He saw that she was frightened;
and he was pleased, because it told
him that she wanted to come with
him.
"You have a few hours,” he said;
"you have days, if you want. I’ll
stay at sea as long as you want me
to. Or, when we’ve talked It over,
I’ll put back. Or I’ll take you any
place you want to go. But now we’ve
got to get out of here—quickly—if
there’s ever going to be any hope
at all.”
She turned away from him and
har hands gripped the rail hard;
her eyes were on the Holokai, a
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(The First lloughhoy Abroad, and
Adolf llltlcr.)
Yank—Adolf, I am here.
Adolf I’ll be seeing you.
Yank—and sooner than you think!
I hear you've been having a dis­
agreeable winter.
Adolf—I can't be intimidated by
weather.
Yank-That ain't the way 1 heard
dark tall shape, with her trucks
showing against the stars. The mo­
ments licked by, and the outrigger
glided past twice, standing on and
off, and it seemed to Dick that she
was never going to speak.
Dick picked Karen up lightly and
lowered her over the rail into the
moving outrigger; then himself
vaulted the rail in time to light upon
the canoe’s stem as it swept past.
The little craft reeled, and the ca­
noe's whole outrigger lifted out of
the water; then she steadied, and her
sail flapped lazily as she came about
and pointed tor the Holokat
Karen stood beside Dick Wayne as
he piloted the Holokai to sea. He
was handling the wheel himself, as
he always did in these reefs; but
even while he was narrowly back-
sighting his markers, the sense of
her presence there had hold of ev­
ery part ot him, changing the mean­
ing of the vessel, and the harbor,
and the night The salt spray that
he loved had never, in all his life,
been so welcome in the air he
breathed.
The Chinese mess boy poked him­
self into the wheelhouse and plucked
at Dick’s sleeve. He was in a white
mess jacket, this time.
“Captain Tonga, something is
w’ong, I think. Somebody is in your
cabin, I think. You send somebody
in cabin?”
“Well, who Is it?”
“Captain Tonga, the door is fas­
tened.”
“Oh, bunk!
What’s the matter
with you. Seeing akuas?”
“No, Captain. Somebody is—"
“Go tell the cook to make dinner
for two—and make it good. Get out
of here and do as I tell you.”
The big combers that lashed over
the snag-toothed coral were close on
the Holokai's bows, but Dick seemed
sure of his way. He fired the Holo­
kai at the channel like a shot; the
big Diesel had small range of speed,
so that under power the Holokai
went full out or not at all.
He
spoke from the side of his mouth
to the Japanese who served as first
officer, bosun, and copper-smith.
“Inyashi, get the night glasses out
of my bunk."
“Yes, Captain.”
"We’ll very likely sight the Sarah
coming in — that’s your grand-
father's other ship,” Dick said to
Karen, raising bis voice over the
roar of the shoals. “She’s a good
little vessel, but much slower than
this. She must have started north
no more than twelve hours after the
Holokai, and you see how late she
is. Did you know that ’Sarah’ was
your grandmother’s name?”
The Japanese quartermaster was
back, bursting into the wheelhouse
in the quick nervous way that
marked everything he did. "Cap-
tain Dick, I cannot get the night
glasses—you have left your cabin
locked.”
You’re crazy — the
“Locked?
door's stuck, that's all. Give it a
boot."
Inyashi showed extreme embar­
rassment. “Captain Dick, I did. The
panel split. I think it was poor
wood, but I can fix it. It is locked—
it is locked, I know.”
“Let it go I'll send up the glasses.
Get a Kanaka boy for the wheel—
we’ll be in clear water in a minute.
Set a course for Kalae; watch for a
ship—any ship—and report all ves­
sels to me."
“Yes, Captain!”
"That last is for you,” Dick told
Karen. The wheel was kicking crazi­
ly, but he let go with one hand, and
pulled her close against him. “I
thought you might want to see the
ship that's bringing him in, out ot
the south.”
“Out of the south,” Karen repeat­
ed; "out of the sea, out of the past
itself . . .”
"You’ll like him, Karen; I prom­
ise you that.”
"You and I have so much to talk
about," Karen said. "I’m terribly ea­
ger to know more about my grand­
father. I want to know where he's
been, and what he does, and how he
11« es. I want to know what he's
really like, and if you think he'll ap­
prove of me.”
"And,” Dick said, "why he dis­
appeared, and hid his name?"
“Did he run from something,
Dick?”
“Only from his own pride. I un­
derstand it; I understand it well.
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Adolf n.ih! You’re green and un-
trained, You represent a capital-
istic nation. You are soft and flab­
by
Yank—The voice is the voice of
Adolf but the words are the words
of Wilhelm.
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en?”
You ran Rncl morr about the “Uro»« of
Flftrrn” from our Xibooklet E m «
plains H5 leg lr*f fortune symbols, (I vn
mranlnx ot every card In the deck.
Ilns m hotos<'o|M* for rtirh month, tells how
to rend fnsrlmitliiH fortune» In dominoes,
dice, and ths “crystal “ .Send your or«
dvr to;
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imaginary interviews
'Tve been perfectly sincere Dick,
you just have to believe that!”
"I do. But Garrett Waterson may
very possibly believe, by this time,
that the Waynes took unfair advan­
tage of him when they bought Ala­
Karen seemed strangely shaken.
"Then nothing is settled at all, is
it?"
"Nothing. They key has passed
Into other hands—that's all.”
"And this fight has to go on, and
on—’’
"Are you tired of this fight. Kar-
Hearts says—“Yes.” Hut if the
Eight of Spades turns up, heart­
break !
• • •
What Secrets in the ’Crystal’?
Sotisa’.H Score
\\,THAT enthralling fortunes you
’ ’ can read for your beau, using
for your “magic crystal” just un
old fish bowl!
Do you see real
crystal-gazing symbols in it? Well
. . . that’s your secret! You can
entertain so cleverly, on dates or
at parties, telling fortunes this
way. Cards ure fun, too, espe­
cially when you read them by the
“Cross of Fifteen.”
The IS curds are arranged as a
cross; some tell the past, others
the future. Can the fortune seek
er expect happiness? The Ten of
John Philip Sousa's two most
fumous marches brought him the
sinullest and largest sums of ull
his many compositions, says Col­
lier's. The Washington Post
March, in un outright sale, yielded
only $35. while the Sturs mid
Stripes Forever, sold'on a royalty
basis, earned more than $300,000.
Adolf—Where are you?
Yank—Wouldn't you like to
know?
Adolf—I'll find out.
Yank—You bet. From now on
I'll be In constant touch.
Do You Bake at Home?
Adolf—I suppose you realize you
If you do, send for u grund cook
are up against an unbeatable army
book—crammed with recipes for
Yank—Nix on thut. I read that
all kinds of yeast-raised breads
news from Russia.
I and cakes. It's absolutely free.
Adolf—Russia, phooey!
I'm not
1 Just drop a postcard with your
finished with her yet.
| nume and address to Standard
Yank—Boy. how you wish you
Brands Inc., 691 Washington St.,
were!
Llssen, Adolf, how's your
New York City.—Adv.
nervous breakdown coming along?
Adolf—That was all newspaper
talk. I have no nervous breakdown.
Yank—I'll see that you get one
now! Are you still wearing that uni­
The Omission
form you were never going to take
Teacher — What is etiquette,
off until you had licked the world?
Jackie?
Adolf—Ja! Ja!
Jackie—Etiquette is the noise
Yank—I didn't know cooties
you don't make when you are eat­
could stay so long In one place.
She knew she was
ing soi»p.
bay, why don't you get wise and
eating too much I
sue for peace?
Thins» looked ao good aha kept right
Adolf—Me sue for peace! I've
on. And then GAS! Stomach and
Elevated Iler
Intestines inflated like a balloon,
got the world under my heel.
Min Jinki )’«u mean you let that
and breathing an effort. If a spell ot
tall corporal ileal a kin from ymuf
Yank—All 1 got from that sen­
CONSTIPATION caused this, AD-
5fiu Short Yr«, but ha had to hold
tence was your name.
l.ERIKA should have been handy
me up Io do it.
Adolf—What name?
It is an effective blend of 6 carmin­
Yank—Heel.
atives and S lasatives for DOUBLE
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Definition of a boy—Noise with
action. Gas Is quickly relieved, and
But it's a little hard to explain to
quiet people, leading quiet lives."
“Hard to explain?” she repeated,
“No, not to me! Even from what lit-
tie I know of him, I do understand.
I As if it had been myself!"
He marveled a little at that. This
utterly feminine girl, with her finely
chiseled face and gentle small voice,
could show flashes of something
strangely reminiscent of Garrett
Waterson; as if the mountainous
and craggy fires of the old adven­
turer had perpetuated themselves in
a thread of fine steel.
“I can tell you most of the rest."
he said. "I—"
Dick suddenly spun the wheel
hard over, and the Holokai yawed
as the reef-rollers struck her in
the bottle-neck of the entrance; then
she steadied upon the easy swell of
the open sea.
Inyashi stepped forward, and Dick
turned over the wheel. “We can go
below now, Karen. I don't think a
gentle bowel action follows aurpria-
dirt on It.
Adolf—Nincompoop!
I consider
, whisky soda would do us any harm,
ingly fast. Yous druggist has AD­
do you? I have some of the same you too small for me to notice.
LER IK A.
The
Source
Yank
—
If
you
think
you
look
over
­
Scotch the British embassies use.
HufTer—How can you smoke
sized you're crazy. How are your
And something to eat?”
Mind’s Mystery
such a rank cigar as that?
Below, he moved briskly about the generals?
The mind itself doc* not know
Puffer—I can't. That’s the one
Adolf—Don't worry about my gen­
cabin, switching on more lights.
what the mind is —Cicero.
that you gave me yesterday.
“This door back here in the stern erals.
Yank—If you ain't worried why
is to my own cabin—pretty small,
but the only one there is. It's yours should I be?
Adolf—I'm itching to get a crack
while you want it; I can sleep on the
at you.
settee. But—”
Yank—You're a poor judge of
It suddenly occurred to him that
this was the first moment in which what causes those itches. Adolf.
they had been alone since he had And, lissen. I've got a proposition
persuaded her to leave the Seal. for a partner of yours. It's an of­
He turned and faced her, his eyes fer for Mussolini. Hollywood wants
gay. A hundred voyages among the him in Keystone comedy revivals.
Adolf—He'd be no funnier there
islands of little known seas had
brought him less adventure than he than he is here!
• •
believed belonged to him tonight.
Yank—Why do you grt all
Mother—Giva YOUR Child
For a moment she met his eyes
wonderful results because it’s more
your partners out of vaudeville?
This Sam* Expert Cara!
than an ordinary “salve.'’ It helps
and her smile was shy. misty; he
brrak up local congestion. Si neo
Benito could have come from no
At the first sign of a chest cold the
had never seen her in this mood
Muaterole Is used on the Quintuplets
Dionne Quintuplets' th rosta and cheats
place else. And now you're ty­
before, with her defenses lowered
you may bo sure mother, it's just
are rubbed with Children's Mild
ing up with Japanese acrobats.
about
ths REST product modal
and the keen brilliance of her
Musteroto—a product made eapaeialln
Adolf—You’d better not dis­
IN 3 HTRENGTRfl
to promptly relieve dis­
glance shadowed and softened. "But
Child row's
Children’s Mild Muster-
parage my acrobats. They’re
tress of children's colds
—but—’’ He forgot what he had
ole. Also Regular and Ex­
and resulting bronchial
putting on quite an act.
meant to say.
tra Strength for grown­
and croupy coughs.
Yank
—
They
crossed
us
by
ups
who preferaetronger
Musterole gives such
“But what?” she mocked him. "If
coming
on
during
intermission.
product. All drugstores.
you mean to suggest—”
A year from now they won't even
She stopped. Abruptly the smile
be able to gel bookings In Perth
left her face, and the softness, to be
Great Men
thoughts intercourse with higher
Amboy,
replaced by astonishment.
Great men stand like solitary intelligences, which strengthen«
After his first split second of sur­
towers in the city ot God, and and consoles them, und of which
Adolf—You amuse me.
prise he saw that she was looking
secret
passages running deep be­ the laborers on the surface do not
Yank—You'll laugh all over when
past him. and he whirled.
you see what I've brought over for neath external Nature give their dream.—Longfellow.
The door of the inner cabin had
you.
opened, and Lilua was standing
Adolf—What is it?
there—Lilua, with half-clad body
Yank—A bucksaw.
and blazing eyes.
Adolf—What would I do with a
She stood very straight, swaying
bucksaw?
with effortless balance to the lift
LESS NICOTINE
Yank—You’ll find out!
and tilt of the sea as only the Poly­
IN THE SMOKE
nesians can. She was wearing noth­
Hitler has one great advantage
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ing but a wrapped skirt of tapa
over the rest of the Nasis; he
cloth—not even a lei. or a blossom
doesn’t have to listen to Hitler.
ME. AND THAT
in her hair to account for the odor
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of ginger flowers that came subtly
CAMEL
FLAVOR
One of the most encouraging signs
into the cabin from the doorway
at
Washington
is
the
gradual
disap
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where she stood.
She spoke straight to Karen; it pearance of al) those boys who were
a
was as if she could not see Dick at suddenly thrown off the «tu Hing
standard.
all.
"What are you doing here?”
Harvey Wiley Corbett, noted
There was appalling silence, filled
architect, says the day of the
with the rush of the sea along the
skyscraper is over. That strike*
ports. "Lilu*, this is ridiculous—it's
us as a belated comment, Ita
fantastic!”
years since anybody’s had cour­
"You stay out of this, Dick! It
age to build anything higher
ist’t your fault—it’s this woman.
(han three stories.
You can't understand her because
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you’re a man, but I understand her.
What she can’t steal she’ll destroy,
An engineer says red lights should
She'll eat the soul out of your body, be used during a blackout. Not, we
Dick—and then go back to John hope, in the theory that anybody
Colt!”
pay attention to them.
"Be still!” Dick roared.
e e e
"I’ll not be still! . . . Send her
"WANTED — PARTNER for
back to her own man. She has no
my small farm. Easy job. I
right here. This is not her place.”
will make the debts and he will
Lilua was speaking to Karen, ig-
pay them. Pine Grove Farm,
n. -ing him again. Her voice was
Narrowsburg, N. Y,” — Dela­
THE »MOKE OF SLOWER -BURNING CAMELS CONTAIN«
quiet, in comparison to his; yet
ware Valley News.
somehow it cut his down, so that he
e e e
stopped.
Aw, you've been reading the
"This is my man. You know that. Washington dispatches too closely
than the average of the 4 other largest-selling
Why don’t you go back to your for the last eight years.
cigarettes tested... less than any of them...
own? Do you have to have every­
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according to independent scien­
thing—the land, and the sea, and the
NO HOARDER
tific testa of th« trnoit Itself I
fish, and all the men in the world?”
A wonderman
For a moment a terrible exaspera­
• In (ha Navy, in the Army, In the Ma­
Is Luther Gray
tion half blinded Dick Wayne. Some­
rinea. In the (Joest Guard—actual entes
To shortages
recorda In Poet Exchangee and Canteane
thing that was worth more to him
He says “Okay!”
ahow the favorite cigarette to Camel.
than the breath in his teeth had been
altogether his, until Lilua appeared.
Each scarcity
She had come abruptly out of no
He takes in stride,
place—unaccountable in her physi­
And never thinks
cal presence, but even more unac­
“What can I hide?”
countable as a factor in his life.
* * *
Search his memory as he might, he
Andrew
complains
that despite
I.
could not recall ever having sum-
the rubber shortage a lot of checks
moned her—not by so much as the
keep bouncing the same as ever.
trailing of his eyes.
—Buy Defense Bonds—
(70 HE CONTINUED/
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Have
Known
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