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MEDFORD' IIXIL TRIBITNE, MEDFORD, OREGON, MOXMlY, TUXE 20, 1932.
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by Mia Clofl-Addamt
.lYNOPSIS: When Oeorgie Re
tell Townaend leavee on a bual
neat trip with her employer. Orat
ion Hatching, her couatn Jenny it
let to look after Oeorgle'a new
husband, Eddie, who haa had a
nerve breakdown. Georgte has
told Hatching that Jenny it Kd
die't wife, in order to keep her fab.
Jenny ttcrelly fovea Qarth
Aventy,
, , Chapter 21
HOLIDAY FROM FLYING
.IB.VNY set her lips end unlocked
w ths door.
There was do scuffling behind It
Ibis time Eddie eagerly faced her;
polor was In his face and light In
us eyes. Except for the bandages,
l looked, for this moment, the big,
tonftdent, rather donse Eddie the
Ironder "bird-man" who had held
teorgle's love. Jenny's heart ached
lor him.
"She had to daBh straight off.
On business," she said slowly; and
added, hoping that she might be
flven the blame "Perhaps I made
mistake; I told her you were
Isleep."
"And she went away?"
. At Jenny's nod, he sat down again
' In the battered old chair. When she
removed the wreckage of the first
sup of coffee from the floor and
poured him a second, sha looked at
him timidly.
-. "I wasn't asleep exactly." bo said,
to (1 lunar, she again heard a plane
go over the building. But Eddie,
Immonsely amused by her encoun
ter with the ogre, remained blessed
ly unaware; and she felt more hope
ful about him. If he could be kept
Interested In other things for a
while, he would surely recoverl
"And so on Wednesday evening,
Cinderella goes to the ball," she
concluded lightly. "In a sliver dress
and silver slippers, all given her by
her fairy god-mother."
"Georgle?"
"Georgle."
The laughter left his face. He
began to rub tils knee with bis
hand, an action she Instinctively
dreaded. She was just going to
say "Don't worryl" when be said It
"No use my worrying, I s'pose.
Thlngs'll come straight And, any
way, It's all my fault tor playing the
fool with that car yesterday. Bit
of a miracle you weren't either of
you killed. Georgle always said I
was no good on the road. By the
way " the rubbing hand clenched
as he turned piteous eyes upon
Jenny "yon won't tell her, will
you?"
"Tell her what, Eddie?" Jenny
asked;
"Why, that I get nervy about
about other chaps crashing on to
me and about the Idea of golnf
up myself."
Jenny set her lips and unlooked the door.
ktter a gulp of ooffee. "I sort of
collapsed. My norvos sojm a bit
pset. I get unable to move, even
when I want to. ... I lay, Jen, this
ooffee It ooffee. Got any more?"
"Plenty.:' She poured It, her heart
little lighter. He refused to be
lieve, apparently, that It was she
who bad kept Georgle from him;
but he was not angry with Georgia,
either, for going away without a
good-bye. Or was be angry? He
looked unusually thoughtful.
"When Georgle gets back," he
aid suddenly, "there's no reason
why she and I shouldn't have our
honeymoon and then settle down
somewhere. Is there? After all
he was only going to keep on with
this Job of hers until I got back
from Mexico and I shan't be going
to Mexico now."
"Don't you think," she vontured
"that Just because you can't go to
Mexico, Georgle had better hold on
to her Job for a time? Then you
eould keep your money some of
yonr money," she amended hastily
s his frown deepened "until
you're flying again or or doing
something else. In the meantime,
you could rest and get your nerves
back to normal. You need a holi
day badly."
"Yes," be agreed. "I need a holl
ay from flying. That's all a holi
day." He caught at her arm his
own shaking. Georgle seemed to
(Up from his mind. "They can't
expect me to fly the Old Man to
night when I need a holiday so darn
badly, can they?"
"Mr. Matching Is going by train,"
Jenny reassured him. Then she
grasped at an excuse for Georgle
that ought, she felt, to have oc
curred to her before. "Mr. Match
ing came In with Georgle Just now,
Eddie, and waited to take her In his
ear. I refused to open this door
and let hlra talk to you; and so
Georgle couldn't get In, either."
"Locked the Old Man out, did
you?" Eddie threw bis head back
and gave his old, familiar roar of
laughter. "Marvelous kid I Go on,
let's hear about It!"
She let blm hear about It. She
made quite an amusing yarn of It,
In the end, and while she paused
to let him lsugh over the Invitation I
"I certainly won't tell her If you
don't want me to."
"Thanks. I don't fancy Qeorgl
will have much use for me now,
you see."
Ills tone troubled her.
"I think you're wrong. Georgle
told me herself that she cares more
about you than about her Job."
"She hasn't said that since'' he
pointed to his bandages.
"She has she has I" Jenny was
triumphant. "She told me Just now,
while she was hurling her things to
gether to go away.' And she doesn't
say such things lightly. Only, you
see) Eddie, she's more practical and
far-sighted than you or I; she loves
you so much that she wants you to
be Quite free of worries while
you're having your holiday. She
said that, too. That's why she's
determined to hold on to her Job
until you're flying again or until"
She hesitated over the alternative
as she had hesitated before. "Or
until you're doing something else,
Instead." . '
He grinned wrlly and she knew
he wanted to say that there was
nothing ha could do but fly. But
he wont on grinning crookedly at
her and presently he remarked:
"You'rea good kid. I say, Jen,
It's funny, but 1 feel better stead
ier when you're around. Kind of
soothing, you are. Wonder If yon
could pull me round In time?"
Jenny flushed with pleasure. She
looked Into the big, bandaged, wist
ful face and then her own went
down upon her outspread arms and
she was crying as she had not cried
for years.
She felt Eddie hovering above
her, concerned and sheepish.
With a great effort Jenny con
trolled herself and sat up.
"Nobody has ever really needed
me before. In all my Ufa. PeoDls
always seem to to be going away
ana leaving me gaping after them
" Ker voice tfembled but sh
got up briskly. "I should like tc
try and cure you most awfully. An
I believe I could, too."
(Copyright, Julia CWt-Xddams;
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Jenny tomorrow why he brokt, tils
tneaotment with har
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tried tonight to transform a billy
goat Into a young man atop the
lofty "Brocken." Clermany'e maalo
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expected.
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the seriousness of the event and "ba
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era read the ritual prescribe by an
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JACKSON VI U.K. Ha, June SO.
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today returned Indictment charging
Oeorge Courson. prison camp cap
tain, and Solomon Htgalnbotham, a
gutrri, with first degree murder for
the death of Arthur Malllerret. 18
year old, convict who was found
strangled to death In a "sweat bos"
at a road camp near here.
The grand Jury brought In a gen
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tions aloifg with the Indictment.
The Jurors reported they found
that prisoners are kicked, beaten
with big sticks and rubber hose and
are otherwise mistreated, and that
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