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In New Role
Pictured ab«ve la Capl. Herbert
W. Underwood, 65-year-old expert
on naval experience and techniques,
who has been appointed to head the
women's naval auxiliary school.
“Waves.” The school will be opened
at Smith college, Northampton,
Mass.
Lost and found column* of
Tokio newspapers are crowd­
ed these days. Every time an
American buys s War Bond,
•he Japs lose face. Buy your
14% every pay day.
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¿SOUTHERN OREGON MINER
ABOVE
Thursday, Aug. 13, 1912
HULLABALOO
KKEP SCRAP HEAP GKO» 1 Xi. have ahead of us and each uay
(HAITI R VI
We have the Scrap Iron drives should make us dig a little deepei
and Rubber drives and Aluminum into the rubbish heap in our
SYNOPSIS
drives and each one has, uncov­ ceawless search for more and ever
Dave Bruce, out ot a job. art Ives at
ered great masses of despetuie.y more scrap. A little bit more will
net'Ueo muterials. V y e may have turn up each time we make a Will ui Ferri»' Cross Bar pitch Curran,
foreman, promise* him a job II he
drives to salvage everything Horn search. Sometimes it will be too the
can break a horse called Black Dawn.
coin husks to old shoes ana each small an amount to send in or to When he succeed», he discover» Curran
diive will produce more great sell; but if we start our own per­ •xnecled the horse to kill him. A girl
quantities or material. The omy sonal scrap piles it won't be long named tails rides up. angry with Dave
breaking "her" horse She retuse»
troubie with drives is that as before they will grow to saleable tor
to mh ik to Dave even when he uses hl»
siwn as one is officially over we >r giveable dimensions
saviniir to pay off the mortaaae on the
There are six million farms in »m ill ranch she shares with her Cosier
relax and wait for another
There is one outstanuing item «he United States. If only half of I fa i a man named Hooker. When
>ker la killed by a shot tired through
which our factories must have in these collected and turned in regu­ H
window. Lois has him arrested tor
large and continuing quuii...,«**. larly all their accumulated and ac­ the
murder.
Faced with almost certain
cumulating
scrap
iron,
,
it
would
It is scrap iron. They can t uepei>u
hanalna. Dave Is awaltlna his trial when
very
materially
hasten
the con- Curran goes to call on Lola
on the stock piles which the drives
produce they must have a steady, st ruction of the ships and othnr
unending stream of this material. armaments which are needed for
"Well, Miss Lois, this shore is
We think we cleaned up auorn. victory.
It is always possible to find out bad news," Curran said, and lx>ls
all the lubber and scrap around
could see that his face was black-
our place during the recent big where to deliver old rubber, scrap ened
iiid his lip badly swollen
"pushes." But it is long odds that iron and other useful salvage. Ask from the beating that Dave had
we didn’t. This writer made an­ the town banker, or the preachei. given him the day before.
other search around the farm or the chamber of commerce, or
"It doesn't make any difference
"You try that trick again, Mr. Curran, and I'll eel the herd un you "
which he operates and was shock­ the women's club, or the Red Cioss now.” said Lola gravely. "Hooker's
or
the
Boy
Scouts
or
corner
gro
­
ed at the amount of rubber, and
dead. I guess you fellows are go- i .Suddenly, to her astonishment, hoofbeuts of horses, and a body
particularly of scrap iron which cer or the garage man Someone , ing to hang Dave Bruce."
j she felt tears upon her cheeks. It of men rode yipping down the
he had missed. All sorts of little will know.
"You betcha we are!" shouted I was years since she had shed middle of the street, scattering
At this very moment one of our
pieces turned up, and he changed
Curran "We don't uim to have
his mind on a good many heavier troubles is a shortage of steel with no dirty murderers livin' and fat­ ■ tears. She had learned to take ev- the crowd.
I erythlng philosophically. I4fe was-
Curran and bls Cross-Bar outfit
which
to
build
ships
and
ships
pieces which he thought might b< |
tenin' in jail at the expense of the
too useful around the place at' mean victory. Every pound of town, and saddlin' up with the cost ! n’t meant for huppiness At least, had arrived ujion the scene, well
scrap iron which every one of us Of a jury trial at Hampton, We Ixda had had no happiness in hers, primed with whiskey for the job
some time or other.
Now as a matter of cold calcula-’ can sell or give is needed right always acted on that principle and save for rare talks with Hooker that they ha«i set themselves
The sudden outburst of yelling
tion that “some time or other' now. We have got to win this war we're always goln' to do so, when he was sober. She tried to
might not arrive unless we civil­ and this is one way in which al­ There's goin' to be some fun to* search her mind to find out what t tai ensued left no doubt il» to
Rqeezing his
she was crying about The discov­ their Intentions
ians get as hard boiled as the mil­ most every farmer has helped and night. Miss Lois "
head against one of the window
ery came to her as a shock
itary does. Wars are won back of can steadily continue to help.
"I'll be there," said Lois
"SuppOM be didn't do it,” she liars, Dave wild able to sec what
the fighting lines just as much "Keep the Scrap Heap Growing”
"Meanln' yuh want to see the whispered to herself "Suppose was taking place
as on them. Each day makes us might well be another useful feller dance?”
In front of the jail Sheriff
Dave Bruce is innocent Suppose
realize what a long hard road we slogan.
Lois nodded. Curran looked M it was Lonergan!"
Coggswell and Sims, hi* deputy,
his
her curiously at first; then, as
She was thinking of ! >uve were .itandlng at the head of
eyes took in the lines of her slen­ against her will She was remem­ three stone
steps
Coggswell
der body, his face flushed. He bering there had been something seemed to be addressing the
took another step toward her and different about the way he had crowd, but his words were Inau-
stood looking down at her. She looked at her and spoken to her. dibit-, drowned in the yells of the
hardly reached to his shoulder.
different from the ways of all crowd
"What yuh aimin' to do now I the other men she had knowu
Suddenly there came a rush
yore dad's dead?" he asked as the | except Hooker and Sheriff Coggs- forward. Dave saw the sheriff's
sheriff had done.
hand go up and a gun was in it
1_ To win the war the United States is spending (1) 90 million,
well.
“I haven’t made my plans,” Lois
"1 wouldn't like him to be hung Before he had time even to level
(2) 110 million, (3) 160 million, (4) 275 million dollars a day? □
answered. "I reckon I know how If he didn't do it." Lois whispered It ,a piece of fence-rail, weildrd
2— You've heard of the QATTARA DEPRESSION? Where is
to mind my business. Mr. Curran.”
As the afternoon wore on. the by someone in the crowd, struck
it, or what is it? (1) in North African desert, (2) illness from eat­
Curran flushed. "Why the Mis­ knots of men in the main street of the sheriff Ujion the head Ule
ing too many soybeans, (3) panic following a bank collapse. (4)
ter?" he asked. “And how come Mescal became thicker .Once Dave staggered, reeled, an
the next
you call yore dad Hooker?"
hollow space behind left ear? □
was recognized as he stood tiptoe moment he and Sim were both
"Maybe
you
can
tell
as
well
as
U|sm
3— The silver eagle on an officer's shoulder means he is a (1)
at the window He heard shouts down and being trn
I can.” answered Lois
raised, and ww fists shaken in by the infuriated mob
major, (2) colonel, (3) lieutenant general, (4) major general? □
That was Curran's first intima­ his direction.
Coggswell,
unconscious,
had
4— Rostov, recently taken by the Nazis, is very important for
tion that she knew Hooker had
been tossed to one side, and men
It
was
a
little
before
sundown
it is the terminus for (1) transcontinental Russian railroad, (2)
not been her father. He had *'«»<■ wheu Sheriff Coggawell brought were searching in his pockets for
deep sea shipping, (3) oil lines, (4) air lines? □
enough not to pursue the subject, him another meal and a package the keys But the mob was alrea­
but it acted like the fuse-cap on a of cigarettes that he himself had dy battering aguinst the door, two
5— When it is completed, how long will the Florida canal,
stick of dynamite, clinching his bought for him "Well, how yuh men each wielding two heavy logs
across the northern section of Florida, be? (1) 47 miles, (2) 150
resolution.
feelin' Bruce?" the sheriff asked that thudded with a i force that
miles, (3) 85 miles, (4) 196 miles? □
"You never acted very warm t<>- gruffly.
shook the building
The door
ward me, did yuh?" he asked.
"Might be worse, I suppose." cracked, splintered went
down,
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ANSWERS!
"I don't know why I should,” answered Dave When's the coro­ and the crowd came streaming
3—Colonel.
t—ISO million.
said Lois “You were never a spe­ ner's jury going to sit?"
through the ante-room and into
«—(3.1
3—(1.)
cial friend of mine, as far as I
5— IM miles.
"Tomorrow morning. Yuh’ll be the cell room At the sight <>f
remember."
I Hive savage shouts of triumph
wanted there to give yore story
k
"Maybe I could be," said the if yo're lucky. I may as well tell broke from their throats
foreman. "Maybe I've tried to be. yuh, Bruce, the Cross-Bar bunch
They spat upon him through
Listen. I guess you know I stand is sort of worked up over Hook­ the liars, and some were already
, in purty well with Mr. Ferris Fact er's killin'."
leveling guns when Curran forced
I is. he couldn't git rid of me even
"Friends of his, was they?" his way to the front, the keys in
1 if he wanted to. It ain't no secret asked I>ave. "You mean Curran's his hand.
: to you that Lonergan's got the worked up over that heatin' I
"Hold yore fire!" he shouted
1 mortgage on the Cross-Bar and gave him yesterday. Well, he “We ain't aiming to give thia
I put me in to run it?”
sure got what he had cornin’ to murderer an easy death. He' go-
' Lois was silent and Curran con- him. after tryin' to get me tramp­ in' to dance.”
( tinued, “I shouldn’e be s'prised if I led by that outlaw stallion."
He inserted the key in the lock
was to be the owner of the Cross-
Coggswell fingered his clipped and the door of the cage clicked
1 Bar one of these days Half-owner, mustache. "I ain't got nothin' to open With roars of execration the
anyways. And that time ain’t far do with Curran s motives." he re­ mob laid hands on iJave and
away. I been watchin’ you for a plied. "I'm thinkin' of my reputa­ hustled him out.
good while, Miss Lois. You’re tion. I been sheriff here for two (
I
growed up to be a woman now. It years now, wince Mr. Brown died. ■ Mauled, manhandled, beaten and
ain't fair to yoreself Jivin’ up here and there's been nary lynchln bee i kicked unmercifully, Dave Instinc­
in the hills and runnin’ wild as a since I took hold. I don't alm to tively put up what resistance he
was cajiabie of. He drove his
scrub pony. And now Hooker’s have my record spoiled."
fists right and left into the savage
gone, yuh can’t go on livin' here
"Well, I ain't going to try to faces of the mob. but It was only
w
alone.”
spoil that record of yours, sheriff,” for a few seconds, that he wan
"What d’you want me to do answered Dave, lighting a cigar­
able to baffle their efforts to drug
about it.”
ette. So what's the idea?”
him from the room.
“I’ll tell you what I been think­
"Yep, I'm goin' to do my best
He felt a revolver butt descend
in’,” answered the foreman, su­ to purtect yuh, Bruce. Meanwhile
premely confident.
"How about I'm tellln' yuh straight, the Cross­ upon the back of his head, and
you and me gittin' hitched? You'll bar is a tough bunch to handle his knees lagan to buckle under
find yoreself livin' like a queen, So, if yuh got anything to leave, him. The room became a dark
void, lit by the pin-point flame
compared to this."
yuh might as well make out yore of the dancing lamp
"That
’
s
sure
some
picture
you're
i
will, and I'll have Sims and my
"He's out," he heard Curran
i drawin',
Mr. Curran,” answered I self sign it. And if yuh got any
say.
"Handle him gentle, boys
Lois. “Only it don’t seem to regis­ money yuh want to send anybody.
ter somehow. I’d rather have my 1'11 take care of it. That's how When he comes to be touched off,
we want him to know about It."
broncs.”
serious it looks to me."
Incapable of further resistance,
Curran glared at her, a self-pos­
Dave opened his wallet and drew Dave was dragged through the
Simon Lake, one of the inventors of the submarine, who advocates sessed little figure, standing erect
out
the
partnership
agreement
he
the building of underseas cargo carriers capable of carrying 7,500-ton
in her chaps and stained overalls had made with Hooker. He hand­ i anteroom and down the steps of
loads of »applies, oil, tanks, etc., to the fighting zones, shows the sen­
I the jail, into the street, where
With one hand he could have ed it to Coggswell.
ate mlliuffy affairs sub-committee a model of a new freight-carrying
his arrival was greeted with an­
swung
her
into
the
air.
Desire
and
submarine which he designed. Lake is in foreground. Lett to right,
"You tear that up, sheriff,” he
thwarted will united In the resolve said, "that’ll give Miss Lois the other outburst of savage execra­
Senator Edwin C. Johnson and Senator Josh Lee.
to overcome her here, to break her ownership of that valuable proper­ tion from the assembled crowd
as Dave Bruce had broken Black ty I bought a half interest in yes­
A little distance beyond the
Dawn.
terday. And you can see that the Wayside Rest stood a tall cotton­
He seized her in his arms and duplicate that Hooker had is torn wood, with a limb projecting some
tried to press his lips to hers.
up too. That's all I got to leave, twelve feet nbove the ground.
A resounding slap reddened the except a dollar or two, which'll About this more members of the
foreman's cheek. Lois broke away, buy drinks for the lynchln' party.” mob were gathered, some on foot,
confronting him with fists clench­
Sheriff Coggswell stared at the others on horseback And then
ed and heaving breast.
document in his hand. “I'D hold Dave's heart thumped, and his
"You try that trick again, Mr. it,” he announced. "Dang It, it’s wits came back to him with a
Curran, and I’ll set the herd op hard for to believe a feller Ilk«' rush For almost immediately be.
neath the tree, seated bareback
you,” she said.
you would shoot an old man asleep, “
Curran’s glare had something of Bruce. But that ain’t here nor on black Dawn, he saw Lola.
fear in it. He had seen enough of there. If they git you, they'll have
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Lois' strange power over the wild to git me first.”
broncs.
He left the cell room, slamming
He turned away, went slowly the door hard behind him.
back to where he had left his
"That fellas white,” Dave said
horse, climbed into the saddle. to himself. "I sure would like to
"You think over what I said," he have a gun in my hand, though, if
called. "You’d be crazy to turn it comes to a showdown."
down a proposition like that.
The sunlight faded abruptly out
Think you'll be gettin’ a better of the cell. Dave finished his meal
one, huh? I’ll see yuh at the hang­ and resumed his station at the
in’, and I'll be cornin' back here window. Lights sprang up on the
for my answer soon.”
street. And now the dull mur­
Lois watched him ride away. mur of voices that had come to
She felt perfectly secure. A whis­ his ears all the afternoon through
tle from her would have brought the barred, closed window began
the herd running headlong with to change to a hoarse, menacing
Black Dawn leading, a fighting, undertone.
tearing, kicking, crunching fury.
The crowds in the street were
"I hate him," she said to herself. growing denser. ’ The silhouettes
"You’re bad medicine, Mr. Curran. surged backward and forward
I’m glad that you got beaten up about the front of the jail. Then
yesterday.”
of a sudden there. sounded the
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buy War Bonds. Buy your
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