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. Lsmm
was shot to death la-t September re
ultcd lent nifiht In the Indictment
of R. H. Campynol. his comiMinlon.
on s charge of Involuntary man
alaushter. lTie Indictment was se
cret, campynol was srreeted snd
releaaed on tiooo bond. The grand
Jury la said to have worked on Uie
cajie for several montlta.
ROSEBUno 5. O. Breedlove In
atalllng hla gymnaaium equipment In
tront half ol qunrtris oc-upled ty
Oreen'a recreation hall In Hochrsdel
building.
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