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BEDFORD tellL TRIBUTE, MEDFORD, OREGON, MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 19, 1931,.
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Nothing Venture
by Patricia Wenlworth
BTHOPBIBl Tht tragedy al
yan's first kiss from Jervts Is
that she feels it was given light
ly. Bverpthtng it wrong; Jervts
demands proof that her father is
Xigel Porsvth, famous explorer,
and believes she has mercenary
motive in accusing Robert Leon
ari of murderous designs upon
Jervie. Nan sends proof to her
cruel husband, the letters vet
teUk her tears.
Chapter 21
FIRST OVERTURES
naTM srtel out the letteri Nan
h4 Mat Un. ul real them
Itamta. Th were the rather itlff
laasisi Tbich man writes to chll-
ttrsm with whom he hu no other
fasts formal relation.
X hop you and Cynthia srs flo
Mr wall at school. There's nothing
Bks a good grounding. Tour aunt
' Bay i Cynthia I very backward
and does not try to learn. I am
very sorry to hear this. Tou will
both have to earn your living
Soros day. as I havs nothing to
laavs you. Llfs out hsrs la prsca
. rlous.
Jarrls had a tenderness for chll
elna. He frowned at the letter as
sM read It It was dated July, 1919.
jKan would hare been eleven. Good
Lord! What an exhilarating letter
for a kid of eleven to get from a
lather nn the other tide of the
world! It must have been about the
laat letter he wrote her too.
He turned to another:
My dsar Kan.
X kavs aad your letter, and ths
snapshots of you and Cynthia. In
Mwsr as your questions you
fie aet at all like your mother. X
4an afraid you 'take after my side
y sV ths family. Tour mother was
very lovely, and everyone loved
fear. Wis took lovs and admiration
asa right. Cynthia haa a look of
And She letters were signed In the
same way:
Tour affectionate father
NIGEL FORSYTH.
Somehow Jerrls found them pa'
theH1, Outside ot the signature
there was not much affection In
them. He got a picture ot the man,
worried and without an Idea ot what
' to do with two little girls In
. America.
And he had a picture ot the child
whs had hoarded these letters a
ehlld who wanted to be like her
beautiful mother, and wasn't; who
had to shoulder the responsibility
which Nigel Forsyth was laying
town. It was Nan, obviously, who
had to placate Sour aunt," to
manage Cynthia, and to bear In
mind that aha had got to earn her
own living. He was prepared to bet
that aha bad to earn Cynthia's Ur
ine too.
He put the letters back In their
envelope and went upstairs.
He stood listening at the door be
tween his room and Nan's, and then
knocked upon It There was no
answer. And yet he was quite sure
she was not asleep; he had a feeling
' that the whole room was watting
to hear him knock again.
Instead, he tried the handle, and
fonnd, as he expected, that the
bolt was fastened on the other side.
As the handle moved with a faint
creaking sound, he heard the soft
padding ot feet and the merost ghost
ot a growl. Next Instant Bran was
snuffing at the crack.
: Be knocked again, a good deal
louder, and became aware ot a
movement that was not made by
Bran. It was a very soft Inaudible
movement It suggested to him that
Nan was sitting up In bed putting
back the bed-clothes Slowly, slow
ly. Bran pushed against the panel
and snuffed the key-hole.
With Hps against the crack, Jerrls
aid,
"Nan are you awake?"
She raid, "Yes," In a whisper.
It wss an uneven whisper, and It
' told him for certain that she had
"been crying.
' "I didn't mean to wake you."
; There was no answer to this.
"I've brought your letters."
. Again no answer.
He knew that she was leaning
against the door. He heard her band
slip on the panel, but she did not
apeak. He wondered why her hand
had moved. It was not to open the
door.
An Impatience ot her silence gave
him a touch ot bravado.
"I've oome to ratify the apology.
Aren't you going to opeu the door?"
Bhe said, "No" or he thought
that she said, "No." Atterwards he
wondered whether her silence had
aald It for him.
HEAR TALK AT MEET
Enterprise Oisruje met September
10 with Worthy Master Eugene Moore
ia Qharge. He turned the Meeting
ever to Mrs. Betty mills, worthy lec
turer. Mrs. Vinan Bar to resigned to de
rota her time to advertising work
for the Oregon Grange Bulletin. Mrs.
Barto talked about Orange advertis
ing as an opening feature. She
spoke on advertising, co-operation,
loyalty due to merchants who adver
tise in the Bulletin.
Mrs. Barto went to Josephine
county for the Bulletin September 13.
Mrs. Hlllls continued the program
with a reading by herself, a letter
from the state lecturer. Mrs. Marie
Flint MVsll. She urged Orangera
to boost the general meeting Sep
tsmber SO.
Tom Cullen gave a humoroua poem
by Worthy Chaplain Mrs. Mary Moore,
"Nagging Wives."
Negro melody, folk song, "Jubllo."
hf UtHTL Eujrlir, SsttUMloo, "Huof
'Won't you open the door and
take the letters?"
Nan bad wept until she could
weep no more. Those scalding tears
seemed to hare washed everything
away, like a flood that obliterated
all landmarks and leaves behind It
an even desolation. There bad been
a moment when she could havs
killed Jerrls for that light kiss. The
hot rage was gone. There bad been
a moment when she could have
flung herself into his arms; and that
too was gone. There remained a
grey, desolate loneliness, and she
was very tired.
Bhe was not sure whether shs
had spoken when Jerrls asked her
to open the door. Bran pressed
close to her In the dark, and when
his warmth touched her she knew
that she was cold.
Her silence and the darkness
touched Jerrls with a rague appre
hension. He had come Into his
room without switching on the light
The windows stood wide, and un
curtained, and there came from
them a faint dusky halt light In
which the accustomed furnishings ot
the room took on a strange aspect
The sky beyond the windows was
pale with the rising moon.
All at once the strangeness was
in bis own thought He had for an
Instant the sense that all this had
happened before In. a dream In
some strange place. He and Nan,
with darkness between them; and
Nan weeping In the darkness. It
touched a deep unknown spring
and released a rush of some emotion
which rose In him and then ebbed
again.
The whole thing passed between
one breath and the next It left him
with the feeling that he had Just
waked up and did not quite know
where he was. He said, In
changed voice,
"Are you all right?"
And this time he heard her say,
"Yes"; and he hoard Bran push
against the door.
Nan straightened herself a llttlo.
They could not stand here like this.
It would be better to open the door
and take her letters only she
couldn't do It If she opened the
door, he would know that she bad
been crying. No he had no light
In his room; there was not the
faintest thread of light at the' foot
of the door.
Why were they standing like
tbls In the dark with the door be
tween them? She had no strength
to go away. She loaned against the
cold panel, and very faintly her
lonely desolation felt the stir of a
desire that he should speak, that
he should go on speaking; because
when she hoard his voice she did
not feel quite so dreadfully alone.
His voice came to her through
the panel.
"What Is the matter?"
She drew a broatb that returned
In a sigh.
"Nothing."
"You're been crying."
"No."
"Then won't you open the door?"
A llttlo warmth crept up In her.
She bad cried for such a long time.
It would bo nice to make friends.
She was very tired. She put up her
hand and slipped back the bolt,
and at once she was afraid.
The door oponed Into Jerrls' room.
As he turned the handle. Bran threw
all his weight against It and plunged
Joyfully through ths opening,
mouthing Jerrls and butting him
with bis head. Nan could see him,
huge and black against the three
pale windows on the far side ot the
room. She could see Jerrls too, tall
and black. Bran ran back to her,
whining.
Bhe stood quite still where she
was, and Jerrls took a stop forward
as far as the threshold end stretched
out his hand with the letters In It
He did not cross the threshold, and
when she had taken the letters
he stepped back. Then he said In
a constrained tone,
I're read them. I'm sorry for
what I said. I'd no business to say
it"
Nan put the band with the letters
to her breast Her band was cold,
and the letters were cold. She did
not speak.
All at once Jerrls said,
"Good-night."
He stepped back and ahut ths
door.
Nan finds, Mondsy, a good frlsnd
and a potent ally.
Ing a Pole Cat." Karl Jackson: read
ing by Sister J. H. Bowen of Henry
Ansley'a "I like the depression." tak
en from the Texas Olobe News.
A story was given by Worthy Mas
ter Ktigene Moore. Short tnlk by
Frank Jackaon, worthy overseer.
After a aong or two and passing
of pears aa a treat by Mrs. Hlllls.
the meeting waa turned back to tne
worthy master who reported the pur
chase of an electrlo atove and the
completion of business arrangements
which permitted the blaae of beau
tiful light Vnjoyed at this meeting
the first time Enterprise Orange haa
had the benefit of their electric
lights.
Worthy Secretary Mrs. Harry Fur
rier gave an Interesting report. Earl
Jackson was re-lnstalled aa a mem
ber after several montlia absence.
Marketing committee waa ached
uled to meet Monday evening at the
new court house.
Meeting closed In regular order.
Orangera are overjoyed at the good
fortune of the Frank Jackson fam
ily In having sold their mine for
191.000.00.
People c.f Evans valley and sur
rounding country are cordially in
rlted to attend a free moving pic
ture ahow given by the California
Oregon Power company from 8:00 to
10 p. m. the evening of October 1.
at Enterprise Orange hall In honor
of the new lights. There will be re
freshment and free dancing follow-
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FOR JUNIOR HIGH
Installation of a hog ruel burner at
the Junior high school to replace the
old oil burner, now In use. haa been
arranged by the Medford school board
snd will be completed by October 1.
Installation will be made by the Com
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bustion Engineering company of
Portland.
The school board la purchasing the
burner only and la doing the excavat
ing and Installation of the tank and
all other preparatory work. J. O. Mc
Neill has the contract for the exca
vation work.
The new heating system will en
able the board to aave between S800
and aiOOO a year over the present
cost, making It possible to psy prac
tically all installation expense the
first year the new plant la In use.
On the basis of bids submitted the
An Old Stunt Modernized!
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contract for hog fuel waa let to the
Owen-Oregon Lumber company. In
this way the installation will not only
lessen the district's heating costs by
between 1800 and 11000 but will en
able payment of fuel costs to a local
Industry.
Willamette Beglstratlon.
SALEM, Sept. 19. (P) Enroll
ment of entering freshmen at Wil
lamette university began Friday
with 164 signing up On the first day.
Last year there were 170 enrolled the
first day.
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SAN ANTONIO. Texa, .Sept. 19.
(AP) Servant Frank J. Coatello of
Company F, ninth Infantry, at Fort
Sam Houston, was held by military
police Saturday in the fatal shooting
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of hU wife and a non-commissioned
officer of his company. '
The victims were Mrs. Anna Coa
tello, 19, who had been separated
from her husband about seven
months, and Corporal Louis L. Lee
man of the ninth Infantry.
Mrs. Costello was killed In her San
Antonio apartment. Shot five times,
her body was found huddled In a
corner of the living room, the metal
top of a radio set clutched against
her breast as If for protection.
Corporal Leeman, whose home la
In Forest City, Me., waa shot down
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an hour later. Military police arrest
ed Sergeant Costello at the camp,
PORTLAND, Ore-, .Sept. 19. (JP)
Police detectives last night arrestee
Henry Engle, 44, who, they said, is
an ex-convict from the Oregon Stata
penitentiary. Detectives said they
recovered stolen loot valued at $1000.
Detectives said Engle was sentence!
to one year Imprisonment for burg
lary,' but that he served only ftva
months'. They said he admitted six
recent Portland robberies.
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