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AfEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE, MEDFORU, OREGON, WEDNESDAY, APRIL 6, 1032. PA (HE SIX By ULKNN CBAKKIN sod HAL t'UUKtSI TAILSPIN TOMMY Skeeter Misses The "Padmini's Evil Spell! H&OY CRAZY 1 J A., GRACE PERKINS L J KtVJI'MH. A tart cllriipt to llrjijhlttn uJt the titter titiiatton U'voiilnj Hope tloae and her Jtvmer hueband, Dhkry Dole, fallt. Bl-.o has eoiied oh the etime boa' u-IrA him end hie tothcr, Hickej. Rnalisina failure, ene radiogram JtHBtu Cvundull thnt ehe will mar ry him, hut t:arne he hoe marrU'd hh eecrctary. Chaptor 3! DAY OF JUDGMENT HOPE read It twice and looked un. flabberxaited. Faiaed the Jwlra to Judy, who passed It to (Torn, who sniffed and pasted It Iback to Hope. "My day of Judsment has come!" Hope shrieked hilariously to drown out the heartache. "Walt until Rusty gets the message I sent him at four o'clock. I sent him a proposal to marry ma! I hope he Just turns over with chagrin, I bet it'll put a crimp In his whole honeymoon, and I bet Ills father's secretary will have a loll of a time laughing It off!" Jidy tugged at Hope's shoulder, and her voice was full of the old hint to soft pedal. "Don't you realize, Hope dear," nh said, looking Hope straight In jthe eyes, "that Mr. Crandall's secre tary la Angel? Did you forget that?" Hope opened her eyes wide. "Angel!" she sasped. "Why, of course, Angel. After all these years she's landed him I Yos, I had forgot ten. Ob, I'm glad it's Angel she'll be good to him. She's loved blm wo. She's loved blm like I've loved " Judy got to ber feet purposefully. "Let's have coffee upstairs," she suggested. "No, let's have It In our suite. Tom and I have some swell Cordon Rouge." Hope giggled. "Darling, I won't disjunct, yos. I promise," Hope said. In the bar, Judy watched ber, dl- iVidlng her worry between Hope's heart-breaking bell-raising, and ber new husband's Impatient disgust with the entire proceedings. The hilarity and general thawing of behavior that so often marks the last night on board ship, filled the ball-room with echoes ot dozens of shrill voices. Tbe auction for the Sailors' Fund was to take place In the dining isalon, and a table bad been reserved. Mrs. Carter caught at Hope's band. "I'm donating a shawl to ba auc tioned off," she announced. "Sure I'll donate something too, agreed Hope with a muddled amia bility. "I've got a swell cat. A per fectly swell cat. They can auction that off. Antbody would like thatl "Hope!" Judy turned, puzzled and 'reproachful. "Judy, you know what a slick cat It Is!" Hope Insisted foverlshly. Judy turned with a helpless glnnce at Tom. "No use," she mumbled. "When she gets like that, there's no man aging her." Hope, quite the gayest of a large table, which seemed to grow In numbers as the half-hours ticked by, bid and outbid for everything that went upon sale. Until at last the verbose politician walked to the center of the room holding the Immaculately white Sassy high -over his head. Hope, keyed to that tense mo ment, suddonly noted two figures far across the room. Saw them rise land leave the salon. Hlckey and Dickey retiring from the field of Ibattle! Somehow the game lost flavor. Hope watched while ber hoart achod for the white figure In the (auctioneer's arms, being carried Ifrom table to table for women to caress and admire. Wishing she had enough steadiness to got up and go out too as the Dalos had done. . . . The bidding went on Joyously. With Lillian Toft the loudest and most Insistent With Lillian Toff : pronounced the owner, , . , Stupidly Hope watched. Every Itrace of blood loavlng her checks, 'and every vestige of good savage anger, that she was aver capable of, rising In her heart as Lillian came out on the floor and gathered the cat Into ber arms; playing with It, holding Sassy up for more ad miration, and bowing to the out burst of applause. Then suddenly Hope came out of the daze. Something happened that caused Lillian's wide mouth grin to turn to a wild expression ot pain and anger. From the shoulder down' ward, on Lillian's plump white arm Sassy had buriod bis claws and acratched one unmerciful stroke as an expression ot bis opinion! With a thoroughly unprintable and wholly unladylike ejaculation, Lillian Toff, her arm bleeding, Sassy squirming In ber grasp, turned and started out of the talon Without realizing that she had tipped her glass ot champagne all over Judy's lovely white chiffon F, IS WASHTNOTON, April . (AP) Ths director of ths Amcrlcsn Colton Shippers' luoclttlon today told s tenat commltts the farm board wheat snd cotton stocks vers s con tlnual menaoe to prlcea. The witness, . M. Locke ot Mur koiie. Okla., told senate aarlcul ture subcommittee "tew Investors will corns Into the market with s government bureau In control ot large stocks of cotton." He advocated pawuige of mills by Senator Clore (D., Okla.) which pro vide Dial the board cannot dlapoae of any of Its wheat snd cotton stocks prior to January J, 1U3J, o'.Lidly, she fed away irom the Voices that called to her from ber tsblo tollnylr.i Lillian. Lllllau Tff turned half-way up a I Btalrcase ml shoulod something over tor shouldor to Hope. Some thing that sounded like a dare. Like a streak, Hope was after her. Up the stairs and toward the deck doorway where Lillian had swiftly disappeared. Pulling at the door, and bracing horself against the lunging wind that struck full force against her. . . . Even then, Hope could see. She could see Lillian at the railing lift ing Sassy high up by the neck. , , . 'Stop!" shrieked Hope . "Stop, you " Cut her words were choked as sho hoaded Into the fine night wind out on the deck. Where, roallzlng what was happening, she leaned breathlessly up against the side of the ship, panting with relief. For someone besides herself had seen Lillian. An arm had gone up, and a voice bad spoken with a snarling sharpness. The voice of a man, smoking In the darkness as he leaned against one ot the lifeboats. Swiftly Sassy had been drawn back. Wrenched from Lillian's startled grasp, and was held now by that man who was shouting through the wind shouting angry, unspeakable things at Lillian. . . . 'Hlckey 1" crlod Hope with a frad rush forward. "Hlckey darling!" Her arms wont out, hugging him close, as she flung herself on him, her head burled In his shoulder. She heard Hlckoy's voice, and fett his arm around ber. Let herself be guided up the sea-damp deck-atalrs, and finally drawn Into the grateful warmth of an upper passage-way. Before she had caught her breath she found herself In the sitting- room ot Hlckoy's suite. He let her sit down and cry It out while be Died himself a whiskey and soda, and settled himself In a chair opposite her. What must you think of me?" she repeated at last as she gazed miserably over at him. "Well, child," he said at length. "I think you're a terrible fool. But I think we've all been fools." Oh, Hlckey, I've wanted so often to talk to you!" 'Qod, If you only had, Hopol I didn't know what to think ot you, really until tonight. Your friend, Mrs. Post, dug me up Just a few hours ago, and told me all about things. Even thon I couldn't quite believe It that you cared that much. Truly cared for my boy- after all well that's happened." "Hlckey I" Rod-eyed, Hope leaned forward In her chair. "I care so dnmn-lt-all much that I would want Dlckoy evon It It was only for my money. I love him so much that I " "What do you mean money!' "Papa sold " She stopped short at Hlckey's ex pression. Your fathor told you It was your money that my boy wanted? Is that It T Did he toll you how he hurt the kid? How he struck him down? Did he tell you that?" "Hurt him?" "He didn't toll you! Struck him down, he did, with a billiard cue, and God knows what kept me from lotting my dog on him. He didn't tell you then, that Dickey was laid up for six weeks " Is thnt the scar on Dickey's face now?" "Yes, that'a the scar! Given htm the night aftor your wedding when Dickey and I went to see your father, and we quarreled down In your billiard room " 'Oh, Hlckey!" Hope covered her eyes with the back ot one band. "Dad wouldn't ho wouldn't do It to me. Ho wouldn't" "Well, he did!" "He told me Dickey or you never cams near him I That you were per fectly willing to have It annulled" "Did he ever toll you that I went up to the White Plains Court and entored a protest against that an nulment? Appoared Jnst as a mat tor ot form bocause Dickey wanted me to so badly?" "I wrote that note to Dickey about never wanting to soe him again bocause he novor answered any ot my loiters, Hlckey did he over got any ot my lotters?" "Not a word I On my Bible oath, Hops. And that letter you did send him gave me the worst year ot my lttf! "Go to him now go find him. Hope, tor the love ot God. I can no longer do anything or mean any thing to him." "You mean" Hope Jumped to her foot "he still cares for me?" (CopyrlpM, Grace Perktnet Mopt't happlnvae depends on Hlckey'e answer. But if Dickey did low hoi- how could aha break down hit wall of pridef ) HUNTING DEATH 10 BE ORKOON CITY. Ore.. April . (AP) Invesllgation lnlo s hunting accident In which Arthur J. 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