MEPFOTtD MAIL TRIBUNE, MEDFORI). ORECOX, TUESDAY, MARCH 22, 1932.
PAflF! STT
By ULfcNN CHAFFIN
and UAL FOttKtSt
TAILSPIN TOMMY Noise In The Dark!
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SYNOPSIS? Determined to sep
arate Hope Rota Pale and htr
vovng hwfmnd. Dtckeu, Hope a
lather knarkt Dlrkep unconscious
nnij telle Hope that her hueband
haen't tried to communicate with
hi-r. Mr. 701 dieltkee 'lllckry,"
Ulckeu'e father, and contidcre the
marrtatte eocially icrona. Hope
hat determined to etlek to Dickey.
Chapter 19
LAUGHING STOCK OF THE
TOWN
HASN'T been heret Haven't
you heard from him?" Hope
isked.
"No."
"Then he' hurt! Something's
happened!" Papa Rosa thought
quickly.
"No, he's perfectly whole and
lound," he lied gruffly. "Hi father
ias talked to me on the phone."
"What did Hlckey Bay?"
Papa Ross cleared hit throat,
and sought In his pocket (or a
cigarette.
"Hlckey, as you call him, tried
to be very placating at first," Papa
Rosa told her quietly. "But when
be found out "
"Yes? Yes? What, Daddle?"
"Really, Hope. I hate to toll you.
I knew about them all along. I'm
a better judge of people than you
are, child. I was right In the Brat
place "
"Tel: me!" stamped Hope storml
ly. "When he found out what?"
"When be learned that both your
mother and I Intended to cut you
off entirely, your friend Hlckey had
a rather different tune to sing.
Hope stared at him. Brushed her
band against her eyes and stared
again. For one brash moment
came a stinging memory. , , .
Dickey asking her to algn a pledge,
that turned out to be bor wedding
license. . . . Dickey drawling as be
asked ber to algn, "Sign It, cricket.
will yon. ao I can aue you for
breach of promise If you don't
make good. . . ." Hope drew In her
breath sharply and ahook the
thought from her, remembering It
was a Joke a loving joke. . ,
She flung back her head and
looked calmly Into ber father's
eyes'
"1 don't believe It," she mum-
bled. "No, It Isn't true. Hlckey
bad offered to back us give us an
allowance, set ua up In Har-
moutb "
"Talk all talk!" anapped Mr.
Ross, flicking bis match out the
window. "Windbag. Just putting
on a face! When It came to t
showdown, he was perfectly will
lng to listen to reason. The mln
ute be heard I would disinherit and
disown you "
"You would do that to me?"
Her blank disbelief was punish'
ment enough to Papa Ross for the
sins he was committing.
"Yes. dughter. I would. Rather
than seo you ruin your llfo."
Two blue eyes atudlod him nar
.rowly, and then up went the yellow
Tjead with a defiant toss.
"I wouldn't care! I'd still want
Dickey!"
Mr. Ross drew his lips in be
tween bis teeth, and held on to
his temper,
"I'm sorry to see you like that
Hope. It cuts me deeply that the
boy got such a hold ou you. Even
II It Is only In your Imagination"
"It Isn't my imagination. I love
him."
"Don't talk utter nonsemrel
Cracker-barrel lovel Puppy love!
Idiocy! The mere discovery at
seventeen that you have emotions I
Good God, Hope, use your hoad!
Does It mean nothing to you that
he'd been drinking? That-he's laid
Rusty Crandall up with a broken
eardrum? That Instead of being
able to talk to me like a man, he
nearly threw me over and sprained
my arm In an effort to show me my
word meant nothing?"
"He didn't mean to hurt you. He
was probably trying to get to me.
You shouldn't have aparated us
like thatl Why wouldn't you listen
to usr
Papa Rosa treated her to the
kind ot foggy superior stare he
often used at directors' meetings.
"Oh, I'm sorry you're hurt," she
mumbled thickly, "but"
"Certainly you're sorry," Papa
Rosa suited 'on the phrase. "The
boy Is sorry too, That doesn't make
my arm pain any the less. Nor
does any ot It make the pain In
my hoart less acute. You know I've
loved you, Hope. ..."
Hope roddoned and turned with
a restless shrug toward the win
dow. "I know you've loved me," she
agreed thickly. "You know I've
loved you, Dad. But you don't
seem to think I have sense enough
to love anyone else. Woll, you're
wrong. I know what I'm talking
about, I'm married to Dickey, and
1 love him, and I'll go to him the
moment be cornea. And he will
eome!"
The break In her voice caused
Papa Rosa to wince.
She turned, as aoon as she had
conquered the desire to weep.
"Why are you looking at me like
that?" she flared. "What are you
waiting for? What did you mean
there Is no Dick6y?"
'I explained It to you."
"You mean because of the
money? Is that It? You think be
cause Hlckey backed water wbon
he heard I wasn't to have any In
heritance, that Dickey will desert
me too? Well,, you're fit for an
asylum!"
Papa Ross crossed his knee and
pinched out the crease of his dark
gray trousers.
"I'm afraid," his voice was thin
as a wire, "I will be nt lor an
asyluir before you get through wltb
your nonsense. Now, look here,
Hope. I'm trying to be very patient
with you. You're going to nnd
yourself the laughing stock ot the
town. And so Is your family. Every
one ot us Is going to feel cheap
over this whole affair. 1 shall try
to keep things as quiet as I can.
But the long and short of it Is,
that your bull-headed half-baked
hero has already deserted you."
"What do you mean? Why don t
you tell me what he said?"
told you I haven t talked with
Dickey," Papa Ross stuck to bis
Ho. "I don't know what he said.
Certainly he hasn't been man
enough to come to me or get In
touch with me, or attempt to see
you. Since the moment he brought
you home there hasn't been a
murmur out of that young man. If
that doesn't chalk up as a cad to
you, then I don't know what you're
made of.
"You're wrong. Dad. Dickey Isn't
like that!"
"Well, he and bis father have
skipped town very neatly. They've
gone!"
"4Vne . . f"
"They're on their way to Vir
ginia. To somebody's hunting-
lodge down there. 1 found out that
much, anyway. So If you have any
Idea that eomenody'B coming to
rescue you, you might as well get
right over It"
"You're crazy! You re lying to
me! Tricking me! It isn t truer-
"Well, see for yourself. Oo and
try to phone him."
Hope regarded him for one
frightful second, considering his
challenge. Then, without a word
she marched out of her room.
Walked unseelngly past Goody who
had obviously been caught in the
act of eavosdropplng, crossed into
her father's study and sat down by
the phone. ,
She called Mickey's hotelapart
ment. Tnlked to HoKers, the man
Borvant, and listened to him ex
plain that Mr. Dale and hlB son
were on their way to Virginia and
that he himself was to Join thorn
as soon as he could pack a few
things.
Any message, miss?" demanded
Rogers politely.
Hope tried desperately to say
"no." The word wouldn't come.
She hung up and burled her head
In her arms on the desk.
A hand on her shouldor startled
her.
"Please!" she cried, pulling her
shouldor away pettishly and gottlng
to her feet. "Floose. I want to be
alone."
Carefully she made her way to
the door ot his study. At the thres
hold sho looked back and gathered
breath.
"I want you to know," ehe
gasped brokenly, "that thoro'B some
awful mistake somewhere. Ho
wouldn't desert me like that We'll
hear from him soon, I'm sure. And
I'm going to wait before I Judge!"
Papa Ross loaned back In bis
huge desk chair and looked out
his casement-window.
He was not sorry. But ashamed!
Brutally, mlsorably ashamed
Ashamed that he couldn't tell th(
truth to Hope. Ashamed at th
memory ot the bleeding youth hi
had so violently struck down, and
whom Old Man Hlckey had carted
directly off to the boy's maternal
grandmother, rather than feci
further publicity by going to a
hospital. Ashamed that he reallj
didn't know the extent ot Dlokey'i
Injuries. Ashamed at the treatmenl
Mickey's man-servant had neatly
dealt him over the phone as he ex
plained both the true clrcum
sUnces and the false story which
Hlckey had given orders to have
broadcast.
Hut still Papa Ross was not sorry.
Still he believed that ho had acted
only for the best for Hope's sake.
During the next three days Hope
was a voluntary prlsonor In her
room.
fCopiiHpM, Oium Prln
Mrs. Rots hat a hsart attack.
which provea ammunition toe an
Attempt to malts Hopa surrtndar
tomorrow.
GIRL BEATEN BY
SALEM. March 33 (API William
A Webber of Portland, who Is said
to be a linotype operator on the
Oregonlan. Is charged with sMaultlng
a Salem woman. Mtta May Sretey.
with Intent to kill In a complaint
filed note today with Justice of b'ie
peace Miller B. Harden. Webber la
held in Jail In lieu of a aaooo bond
fixed by the Justice of the peace.
Shortly after the aliened stuck
Webber Xm arrested by male Polio)
Oirieer tmvia on a charue of driving
while drunk. It was aalrt a drunken
driving charge alto will be filed
against him.
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BILLS IN HOPPER
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th Klamath rwrvatlon, Oregon,
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