SfEPFOIlD MATT, TRIBUNE, MEDFOR1). OREGON. FRTDAT, MARCH 18, 1932.
PAGE TWELVE
By OLBSN CHAKF1N
and UU- FOKKtSt
TAILSPIN TOMMY The Lure of Other Men's Riches
pBQY CRAZ
.Li Iv GRACE PFRKTVg
SYXOPSIS: Ticentvtour our
after her runawau marrioge with
Dtckey Hole, Hope Hose Dale finde
hereett separated from her hut
band. Her lather, turioue at the
marriage, sonde her to her room
teirti the returns with Plckcv,
while ho nnil Picket qniirret, fihe
is 17, but it determined to stick
ha Picket.
Chapter It
INSANE AND MEDIEVAL IDEA8
WITH a shriek Hope rushed past
" her father to the window.
Tearing back the curtains to se
what she couldn't believe was true
to see the unholy, lorable,
outrageous roadster disappearing
(round the bend of the driveway
oft down the road!
"Dickey!" she screamed. "Dick
ey!" Slowly, Hope turned back to face
her father. Blood of the same
blood: each with the same granite
will and Imporlous pride, they faced
each other. Both were pale, with
yes that seemed to have forgotten
love In this, their greatest moment
of conflict.
"What did you do with him!" she
demanded throatlly. "Where did be
goT What dll you do to him?"
Strangely still stood John Howard
Ross, his thin pale Hps twitching,
his eyes unblinking and almost glit
tering as he stared steadily at ber.
"Dad I You're hurt. Daddle,
Hope struggled valiantly be
tween the fear of a little girl before
the father she had boen trained to
obey and respect, and her own des
perate faith In a new love. Strug
gled to swallow the welter of tears
that were straining at her throat,
and the very hungry, very tnlnt and
rery helpless feeling that was steal
Ing over hoi-.
"I want you to know, Dad," she
said with deadly certainty, "that
nothing can keep me away from
Dlrkoy. I love him, Dad. Don't
. look at me like that I I love him
and I'm married to him. Daddle
Don't look at me like that!"
She was crying now bawling
tponly like some three-year-old
her hands pulling at ber dress. . . .
"I'm sorry," she walled. "Sorry I
lid It like I did. I shouldn't have,
I suppose. But Mama was so mean
to him, and none of you understand
him, and Daddle, I love him so. I'm
lorry. I didn't realize how I would
hurt you. , . . But now, Daddle, or a
million years from now, last night
er years to coma In church with a
veil It would be Dickey with me.
Altcaii!"
Still the unchanged expression
stared stonily down on her. Hps
twitching. Still the silence, despite
the fact that In her earnestnoss she
bad caught at the lapels of his coat,
tugging to emphasize each swollen
bill-strangled word.
She flung herself, breathless, Into
a huge high-back needle point chair,
la echoing silence she cried until
her sobs expended themselves In
ker anger and fear.
A sharp, stern voice cut In on her
quivering breathleasness.
"do to your room," said Tap
Ross.
She waited until she could see
Mm plainly. See the grim, taut face
tht had spoken those unfeeling
words.
Slowly she got to her feet.
"Listen, Dad," she mnnaged husk
ily. "You'ro not tnlr. Not to listen
er oven speak to me. I didn't mean
any harm. We haven't done any
harm, except to"
"On to your room!"
Without another word. Hope
started psst him. Becauno she
irciildn't quite clearly see, nnd be
esius she expocted him to stop
aside for hor to reach the staircase,
The bumped awkwardly against
klra.
GET DIVORCE DECREES
DlroroM wer ftmntrd to two Jiu-k-on
county rtwidtnu Tud.ny in cir
cuit court at OrnnU P by Judge
H. D. Norton.
H. C. Brry of PSwt cr k w
Brantd divorce from Jocphin N
Bf rry of Medford chargtnff hr with
cruel n Inhumnn treat mrnt.
Mn. Beryl K Qreen of Mdlord M
granted a divorce from Kred D Oreen,
on the ume churR.
Attotney Hlel R Allen of Grunt
Ham reprenented both Mr. Biy and
and Mra. Oreen.
The otrio of Plorev Imurai.re Serf
lee and Chauncey Plorey O 9 Com
miiun-r. now l'teri in Uia 4th
floor ot U Liberty mi$
A slight groan escaped his Hps,
and his right band went up swiftly
to the limp arm.
"Dad! You're hurt. Daddle, what
Is It 7 You're hurt I"
All softness and sympathy she
had turned toward him. But his
right hand went up as a barrier.
"Go to your room!" he repeated
as It forcing each word through bis
teeth.
So noisy was Hope's refuge In
weeplns when at last she reached
uai' own be-taffeta'd and canopied
bed, that she didn't bear a key turn
in ber door. For centuries she lay,
face downward, a fanciful wreck of
a bride; finding only one warm and
living comfort. Sassy eventually
snuggled close to ber bot cheeks,
mewing Intermittently, his white
fur becoming entangled In ber yel
low curls, as she clasped him to her
grubby face and told blm over and
over that It wasn't fair, and It
couldn't go on. Dickey would return
soon, and probably bring Hlckey,
and surely her father would come
to talk to her and then she'd ex
plain just how It had happened.
But dusk crept over the bills of
Westchester, and It did go on, and
Dickey didn't appear, nor did her
father come to talk to ber.
Eventually Hope bathed and
dressed afresh, marveling at so
much heararhe as she gazed into
what Is It?" Hope orled.
hor own bewildered, reddened eyes
In the mirror. i
At length she gained courage and
with a quiet determination she
walked to her door.
But the door of her bedroom was
locked 1
A wave of fury swept through
Hope. And with the fury came the
end of tears and repentance!
If only there were a telephone
In ber room! So often she had
thought of asking tor one. And now
If only she could bear Dlckey'i
voice! It only she could know
whore he was, and what he was
doing. . . ,
At eight o'clock that night, the
key turned In her lock and her door
was flung open. On the threshold
stood her father. Silent. Never
glancing at her. Past him came
Dill, the cook, bearing a tray whlcb
she deposited on the end table be
side Hope's pet armchair.
"Good evening, Miss Hope," mum
bled Cook from sheer necessity to
greet the forlorn figure standing at
the window.
Hope started. Her eyes bad been
on her father's unapproachable
countenance. Now her little jaw
grew square and her Hps curled.
"I'm not Miss Hope," she said
quite nastily. Oh, very nastily In
deed. "I'm Mrs. Dale, Cook."
"That will do, Dill," salt Mr.
Ross sharply.
"Yes, sir. Good night, Mrs. Dale!"
Hope smiled with sour triumph
as the cook clacked sedately
through the doorway. But the smile
faded as her father followed thi
servant swiftly, closed the door and
turned the key once more In the
lock.
"Dad!" she called, and flow to
the door, beating It viciously with
her small fists. "I won't have It!
You can't ireat ma like that. 1
won't have It, you hear? I'm not a
baby any longer, Listen to me!"
But It Tapa Rosa was listening on
the other side, no sound or mur
mur came through the door to quiet
her angee.
"Treat me like a prisoner!" Hope
cried. "1 never heard of such In.
sane, medieval, outlandish, down
right cruel Ideas In all my whole
lite!"
Copyright, Grace Perkiiiol
But s witrii situation follows to
morrow, whtn an Impnrtrtnt icon
) ttiood by Dlchty, Mr, Rots and
MIcKty with Hops sbiont.
SPECIAL GUARDS FOR
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NITW YOPK, March IT (AP)-Ily
Cutbertaon, bridge expert, ha placed
r(ci Ih1 guards over hit two children
berau of leitera threatening to kid
nap them. The children am rtfi, a.
and Bruce, a, who la called "Jump
Bid" by hla parent.
Tiflr govern wear a police
whlatle o he can give an alarm If
kidnaper appear.
The Catholic ladle will pn0r a
cooked food at at Week A- Orr'a
furniture tore Saturday a. m.. March
tfith. Mlu Kellehor and Mn. Weston
will have charge.
Picture framee mad to ordar
Pvaiejra, opp. Ujlly meatex.
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