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r PAGE SIS MEDFORD 10IL TRIBU1TE, MEDFORD, OREGOX, -M03JDXT, SEPTEMBER 12, 1932. H Nothing knture WW by Patricia Wentworth Brnvrainr nsntna the secure Utl and iceoltd of Wean, her hue bond's country place which she is serine lor the first time, Kan Wears tenses sinister movements. Unknown to her Robert Leonard and Rosamund Carew, who are plotting against Jervis' life and property, plan to visit in the neighborhood; Jervis refuses to believe Han's statement that Leonard twice hat tried to mur der him, Chapter 18 HORROR VISITS NAN NAN sat up In bed In tb dark. Something had wakened her, but he didn't know what It wai. At first the darkness seemed to fill tbe room, pressing In upon ber o that the posts ot the bed, the red hangings, which' she had pushed back as far as possible, and the big wardrobe, which was somewhere on tbe opposite side of the room, were all lost in an even velvet dark. Then the curtain at the far window moved In some unseen current of air, and a pale luminous streak divided tbe darkness. Tbe Immedi ate effect was to make tbe room seem Immensely large. A moment before, everything had been, pressing In upon ker; she could have touched the walls with her outstretched hand. And now, with a puff ot wind, everything was Immensely far away. The sudden Bess of It made her feel dlisy. She watched the streak of light, and tried to steady herself. It came and went, and came and went again. . Nan sat bolt upright, one hand on tbe bed and the other at ber throat Sbe had waked like that, and she bad not moved yet Then, as the curtain was first sucked In against tbe window and then on a veering gust blown back Into the room, her hand dropped and sbe took a long breath. It was bright moonlight outside. The blown cur tain let the moonlight In, and filled the room with an uncertain dusk. She could see the bed-posts against It and the wardrobe like a black cave. Then everything was dark again as the curtain fell back Into place. . . She drew another long breatb. It must have been the wind that bad waked her. She pushed back her hair and relaxed. It was ratbor horrid to find yourself sitting up In the dark and not know bow you bad got there. For a moment sbe bad not known where sbe was In what bed, In what room, In what place. She pulled up a pillow behind her back and watched the moon light run across the floor like a wave flung up by tbe tide. Like a wave It ran back again. She could see all the furniture now, mysteriously soft and large. A pleasant drowsiness began to steal over her. She thought back to the evening before. Jervis had taken ber over tbe house. She haft made great friends with Bran. She wished people were as easy to make friends with as dogs A drowsy warmth flowed over her; she slipped a little further down In tbe bed. She was slipping down Into soft flowing waters of aleep, when all ot a sudden they sbbed away and aha was awake again, her heart beating and her yes staring Into tbe darkness. It wasn't the flapping ot the cur tain that bad waked her before, and It wasn't the flapping of the curtain that had waked her now. It was a sound not In the room some where else. Now that she heard It he could remember that sbe had heard It before. The memory was like an echo Just oaught on the edge ot sound. She did not yet know what It was that sbe had beard. And then. as sbe listened, It came again a faint whining noise, followed by wbat sounded like a footstep. It was so faint that It puttied her to guesa why It should have roused her from her aleep. She threw back the bed-clothes and sat on the edge ot the bed, listening all the while. The sound came again a long faint whine, and a distant padding step. The two things together said Bran; but In stead of reassurance a wave ot tear rushed In. Bran downstairs In the hall padding up and down and whining. . ... It frightened her beyond ber own power ot knowing why. She slipped down on the floor, went barefoot to the door, and stood with the knob In her band, summon Ing up her courage to open It The knob was cold, and very smooth with age; It was mahogany like the heavy door. Just above her hand LD A number ot boys and girls at tending the senior high school are anxious to obtain positions in Med ford homes, where they might work for their board and room, acoordlnf to O. O. Smith, principal, and an ef fort Is being made by the school deans to place them In local resi dences. About twelve girls are now working for their board and room, and several others have applied for such places. The arrangements for the girls are In charge ot Miss Maurlne Carroll, dean of girls, and her assistant, Mlaa CUU WaUica. ' Mr. Smith said that several boys had applied at his office for a place to stay and work his wsy through school, but until Prlday, only one boy u&d bum placed, he stated. Townspeople who are willing to take In students to help with the work, are asked to call Miss Maurlne Carroll or Miss Walden for girls, and Mr. Smith, tor boy. thsre was a bolt She could slip the bolt and get back Into bed again. Sho turned the knob and opened tbe door; aud as she did so, tho curtain blew in with the draught and the moonlight ran across tbe floor. Sho stepped outside and closed the door behind ber, holding to It There was a soft woolly mat under her feet Ker room was at the end of a short passage. The passage gave upon tbe stair bead. The dog's wblne and the sound ot bis padding feet came up tbe well ot the stair. She latched her door and went along the passage to the bead of the stairs. It was not dark here. The moon struck through a long win dow set with painted glass, bleach ing Its colours and making them like colours seen In a dream. Nan leaned on the rail and looked over Into the dark hall. The padding and the whining had stopped. She called softly, ' Bran Bran " and Immediately she heard him take the stair. She saw him for a moment huge and black against the lighted window. said his name again, and then be was pressing against her, Jerking his bead up undet her band and whimpering. . "What is it?" said Nan. "What la It, Bran?"' He nuttled her hand and whined. All at once Nan was twice as frightened ss she bad been before. Sbe wanted to get back to her room and bolt herself In. Sbe took Bran by tbe collar, and be ran with her. She was breathing bard as she shot the bolt When she turned from the door, she saw Bran roared on his hind legs at the window with the curtain blow ing round him. The moonlight threw a monstrous shadow almost to her feet His nails scraped on the sill. Sbe ran to blm and pulled away the curtain. "What 1 It? What's the matter, Bran?" He Quivered and blew against the glass. With her hand on his neck she could feel his hackles rise. S'ja pressed against him and looked out Tbe window looked to the south west It was open at the top, Bran pushed the glass with his nose and whimpered. It was a heavy old- fashioned window, and Nan strained as she raised It The wind flooded the room a soft damp wind and she and Bran leaned out together. The terrace beneath the window looked like grey blotting-paper with symmetrical blots ot Ink at regular Intervals. The blots were flower beds lull ot crimson and scarlot and orange and flame-coloured snapdragons. They bad been bril liant under the grey sweep of the rain; now, under the moon, they were blots ot Ink. It was queer to think ot all those bright colours asleep. The terrace was wide. A low balustrade guarded It Tben the grass fell away, ahadowy, mysteri ous, to the unseen ravine, whose watora made a deep undertone to the soughing of the wind. All at once the moonlight drained away. And then under her hand she felt Bran's great throat muscles thrum to a growl too faint to reach her ears. She pressed closer to him and whispered, "What Is It?" He flung up bis head Impatiently. The thrumming went on. A gleam ot light slipped out between two hurrying clouds. A tar off rumble seemed to answer Bran. Nan rubbed ber cheek against his ear. "Darling lamb don't you like thunder? Is there going to be a storm?" He shook himself free and leaned forward. She could hear him growl ing now. A pale violet flare changed the sky, and was gone again. Bran quivered and snuffed the wind. Nan pulled at his collar, and might just as well have pulled at the hasp ot the window. A second flare lit everything with a sudden brilliance. Nan aaw the black shadow ot the ravine, the Ink black trees beyond It and the curve ot the cliff. It was when It was gone that she knew she had seen some thing else a black shape on the edge ot the dark ravine. And the shape was tbe shape of Robert Leonard. Another flash, and he was gone. (Copiriudf, 1031, Llpptneottl Nun and Jervle walk, in Mon day's Installment, under the shad ow of tragedy. HOOVER SPEEDS JOBLESS RELIEF WASHINGTON, Sept. 13. (AP) President Hoover announced today that "In order further to aid em ployment" he had Instructed various government branches to speed up the federal construction program by al most t30O.0O0.OOO. The president told newspapermen that Secretary Mills had notllled him the necessary fvinrU could now be made available, under the approprla tlona In the 1033 relief and construc tion act. Under hll speeding tip, Mr. Hoover said, the total federal construction, work during the present fiscal year will exceed I7S0.0O0.O0O. Hpeerter Rliler Killed. BEND, Sept. 13. P) Will's A. Rloa, 70, was killed last night, and a companion, Harry Crowell, narrow ly escaped Injury when a speeder which they were riding over a log ging railroad, 38 miles south ot Bend, u,i a logging train headon, down grade oa a sharp cuive, BEAUTIFUL QUILTS SHOWN AT C. OF C. Two beautiful quilts, one of a butterfly design quilted In the spider web pattern and tbe other a Dres den plate, with quilting on the shell lines, are on display in the TAILSPIN TOMMY Jlrrex sHoer vsrs v f&mW 0l4A - -A A0 477, V tw SATers-? -fx?-W si!. 7wz riA ctrrV(S to w?-4 v? sy. pfrss&&s. toe nolo rno mm THAT ' AHtUtMS6,MYiTlllM ACSOA Ar-AottW 4S 7 BOUND TO WIN Another Surprise wffA HERE, pTHFnP ca?li i Si ff JfSSSSSSE. SB WWmMifirm 6tEP,BENVJEBsfER! Sg lOUKNOVJ.lF NeVER GET OFF THIS I liwh. 30rjftTH&Kl--i! lZ?f 1 ffiA , J! TliS-S EkEf JRJLC M LET'S GET OUT HERE 1 g VOU'O 6TWED, I. ISLftND UNTIL NE ( WmiZP rvirthBSr Wi. Ps I ', WIRES END! 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TMETVRE 6REAT FDR A .SHOCrriWS SALLERV BUT MOT FOR FOSTER OONJ'T TAKE THIS AS PERSONAL. SOT VOOVE. FACE THAT IP A CAMEL WEAWNS IT, MO OeJE VAJOULO QUESTIOkJ . HIS RISWT TO IT NCREASE IN WEST PORTLAND, Ore., Sept. 13. (AP) An increase In current new business in the western pine territory of near ly 34 per cent over the previous week was reported by the Western Pine A. POLITICAL PICTURES SO FORTH SOT A WAS k thet see. VOU THEY WON'T EXPECT WOU AMD THEY MAv( V-M i Akin, TUCV MASJ VOTE VLaV' a, II 9 V r H -VW rn UU I 1 I i" K'' I VOF SYMPATHY assoclstlon today for the week ending September 3. The volume ot In crease was , 135,000 feet. Shipments were 1,004,000 feet greater, and pro duction was up slightly. Unfilled orders Increased 7,471,000 feet. - 1 "Old Betsy," the single piece) ot artillery used by United States forces numbering 160 In saving Port Bte pbenson, at Fremont, Ohio, from 1000 British and Indians In 1813, has been replaced to Its original position In the battle. By GLENN CHAFF1N and UAL FOliBESt By EDWIN ALGER By C. M. PAYNE By SOL HESS MOW, DEAR FRIEMO, PUT THOSE IM VOUR. TRUMK AMD AMOKIGST THE !?) CUSTOMERS VOURSELP-WWEW MUCH FROM FOR VOO OUT By BUD FISHER
