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Newspaper Page TextPAms six IfEDFOHD MAIL TRIBUTE, MEPFORD, OREGON, THURSDAY, JANUARY 26, 1933. TTSuying Barbara j Jolla Oeft-Addams f Tovcun SYNOPSIS: Barbara OuffnHn, eummoned to London by her fiancee Ufirk Lodely. find As ie giving a party, Uore. he ignore her. unfit finally the etarte toward the eound of the muito. She nnde Uark'e mother and indignantly deniee her euggeetton that Uark and hie host. Farrett Armitage. ' have bet ae to iohether ehe will reepond to Uark'e eummone. Ar mitage ie in love with Barbara, and toiehee to launch Hark ae an artlet eo that they may compete on aven term tor Barbara' love. Chapter ST BARBARA IN PLIGHT ITTELL I'm dashed!" artlar Mated Mr. Lodelj. "Standln there tallln' me 700 think better ot a young teller like Farrell Armitage than yon do of the man you're goln to marry!" Barbara gazed back at her. Her anger, ber leaping, living pride, van lihed. She Celt stricken. Not because ot anything Judy might say or think. Judy had never really mattered. But because In that one spurt ot Indignation her spirit had taken n eager step to wards Farrell Armitage and she knew It and was afraid. , , , "Babst" Judy's tone had changed. Judy her cigarette banging from the cor ner of her mouth, sounded almost timid. "There's no need for us to quar rel, Babi, Is there?" I certainly didn't mean to run Farrell down If 70a didn't" She appeared to real lie the depths ot her own muddle- ment "What I mean to say la, there's no need for any compart sons as they're always odious." Barbara walked oyer to a basin, found a glass and drank some cold water. The shelf sbovo the basin was full ot the general mess and stickiness that Mark's mother eemed automatically to create. Her presence lay on the quiet, solidly appointed room like a film of mould Barbara had a fleeting memory of ber little new bouse, with Its fresh, pals colors. Oh, If only someone would take Judy off her hands tor rerl "I'll go up to Mark now," she said, when she had drunk her water. "Yon most do as yon like." "Just one minute before you go, Bsbsl" Judy bad lumbered In front of the door and Barbara bad to stop and listen. "I'm sure 1 don't want to offend you and everything I do or say seems to offend you, lately." Judy was, for Judy, quite apolo getic, "But as Mark's mother, I feel I ought to know how things stand. Ton are goln' to marry Mark, Dabs surely t" "Of course, Judyl Why do you doubt It!" "Well, Farrell's goln' about saytn' he well, you evidently ain't think- In' seriously about him, so there's no need for ns to go Into It But there's somothln' I'd like to tell you In case you're thlnkln' life with Mark and me might oome a bit too bard on 700." "If It's any more abont your get ting a Job, we can't discuss It now. Heaven knows what time ot night it Is!" "It'a nothln' to do with Jobs for any ot us. It's about a an Inherit ance." "Whose?" asked Barbara. fihe was by now almost dosper ately fatigued and the cold water, though It had steadied her nerves bad brought a feeling ot falntness. The sandwiches she had had seemed a matter ot days ago. Judy's ' talk about an Inheritance could wait, couldn't It? And whose In heritance? "As to that, rm not In a position to say," returned Mrs. Lodely, with unusual precision. "All I want yon to know Is -that when you've mar ried Mark, there'll be a good chance ot us all never bavin' to do another hand's turn so long as we lire." "But whose money will It be Mark's?" Mrs. Lodely swallowed nervous ly. I "What's Msrk's will be yours and what's yours will be Mark's, I sup pose, my dear gel." 1 Not Ull afterwards did Barbara realise the evasion behind the words. She moved Impatiently to wards the door and Mrs. Lodely gave way before her. "I'm going up to Mark," repeated Barbara and stepped out again Into the strangeness of the house. She came back to the staircase H was still deserted end then a light high up, outside her vision .was turned out and everything beyond the turn ot the stairs was In darkness. .Involuntarily she paused In her ascent and at once Mrs. Lodely's voice whispered be hind her. "Tbat's because someone's danc ln' or somothln', I'll bet Come on, let's go and see." Mrs. Lodely, who had dragged a coat over her kimono and now pre sented an even more strangely "Bo hemian" spectacle, pattered past her and led the way upstairs. Here a faint light guided them, a light that set Barbara's nerves on edge, for It was a sickly yellowish green. "There I I said they were dancln', didn't ir Barbara pressed steadily forward. She was now In a small upper hall, over which occasionally the yellow green radiance glimmered and threw into relief the forms of peo ple sitting or standing round her, servants, probably, for the erratlo Illumination revealed tired. Impas sive faces of contemptuous cut The guests were evidently on the fur ther side of an open door. Ehe went cautiously on and found herself on the tbreshold ot what must be Mark's studio. The sickly light Jilt her across the eyes for a second and ehe could distinguish nothing. Then her sight was re leased and drawn to the center of the big room, where a woman was dancing. Barbara felt her face scorch and burn. She was not prudish It was not that But there was about this posturing, these soft padding move ments, something Inherently ani mal. The woman wore a mask, and little else. "My wordl" breathed Mrs. Lode ly. "Bit darln' what?" Before she could say more, the muslo shrloked and blared and In groat curving leaps the dancer sprang towards them, fleeing for the door. Barbara, .-lower than oth ers to give way, was for a moment in her path and, ducking her bead, she let the sickly light flood full upon Barbara's face. There was a screech of laughter from somewhere and then lights sprang up Inside the studio, and Barbara looked over the heads and recumbent forms of a small crowd of people, straight across the space of the room to Mark. Mark! Her first thought was that he was 111, tor he was all aakew upon a -ouch, his fair, tousled hesd In a woman's lap. Then he put up s long hand, sotted her hair and drag glng a Jowolled elide from It threw It Into a group of squatting people. She struck at him, treed hersell and made after It; and Mark, turn ing on his side to watch her go, caught sight of Barbara. Mrs. Lode ly had disappeared In the wake ol the dancer. Barbara looked hack at him, wait ing tor him to welcome her to this gathering ot his friends. A young man had captured the piano stool and was playing loudly and formlossly. Mark sat up on h's couch and reached to a table behind him. He appeared to be writing something no, he was drawing. His hand hovered, swooped, curved, as though It bad a Beparate life of Us own. Barbara could not look away. Her eyes were still fixedly upon him when he spoke smilingly to a lovely girl whose head was near his shoulder. She Jumped up and drew from the wall an easel. She arranged It and he bandod her a white square evldontly a sketch to prop upon Its ledge. Barbara saw tbe girl look at the sketch, then towards heraelt In the doorway; she hoar her squeal ot silly laughter. Barbara backed, turned and ran. Mark was going to be cruol In front of those people. No, she couldn't stand that! She couldn't stand that! She plunged In panlo towards the stair-head, pushing aside vague, ob structing shapes for this landing was still In darkness. Just at the turn of the staircase, she paused and peered back. She had heard a voice say some thing about "Snows him up protty plainly, the dirty little bounder." and there In the doorway where she had etood was a tall man's form, hlg shoulders bearing a brown head; all else was In shadow. She plunged on, Ignoring the fact that there was an elevator, almost slipping and falling In her anxiety to be gone from his house. She gained the big hall there was a servant here, elderly, upright Where Is my suit-case, please?" she gasped at him. But before he could make cny answer she had seen It halt behind a couch. She snached It up, pulled open the door and ran out (Copirrtsht. list. Julia Cleft-Addame) Barbara Insults ens whom arts should have thanksd, tomorrow. I MEET FRIDAY NIGHT Th regultr monthly sceeUr.g of th Talent District Prultgrowen' club will t hold t the IrrlRtttlon district office at Talent Friday evening. Janu ary 87. Ther will be a discussion, led by Prof. Relmer on "How to reduce or chard operating costs. answers are requested to come prepared to dis cuss this subject. All growers of the Tall ey are In-Tlted. Will Celebrate Anniversary Of Phoenix Grange PHOENIX, Jan. 20. (Spl.) Phoe nix Orange met Tuesday night with attendance of 22 members, and two visitors. Obligation In the first end second degree, were given R. E. Den ser. F. B. Denzer, Mr. Burson, and Miss Laura Burson. Obligations in the third and fourth degrees was given Mr. and Mrs. O. A. Pickle. The legislative committee, A. W. Shepard. chairman, gave report of the sales tax, which was adopted. Program for the lecture consisted largely of reports of the recent ses sion of the National Orange at Wlns-ton-Balem, N. O. Doughnuts and coffee were served by the H. E. committee. Next meeting of the Orange will be February 14. This will be the sec ond anniversary of tbe Phoenix Orange, and special plans are being made for the entertainment. A card party Is being sponsored on Saturday night of this week to be held at the hall the very nominal admission charge to entitle each to the evening of cards and refresh' menu. Police Probing Consul's Death PRAGUE, Czechoslovakia, Jan. 26 (AP) Police continued their investi gation today of the death of Raymond Davis, United States consul, who died last night when he Jumped or fell from a second floor stair landing to the lobby of the Hotel Alcorn where he lived. S'MATTER POP By C. M. PAYNE P : rW ' f T.-P, me "I3ujT5 1 -s-s sv L v4a. ( fn-r-, c J - ( -House. ti4a. monkey 04aseo J jL SJl L (Copyright, lOM. by Th Bell Syndicate, Inc.) A E AMENDING BILL ft ALUM. Jan. 2d. IP Over whelming disapproval or the proposed! barber amendment bill was expressed at a public hearing last night. Almost a score of barbers definite ly opposed It, while only two favored It. Frank Penner, secretary of the State Master Barbers' Association, told of the Insignificance of the pres ent fees which would be further cut under the bill, and cited voluntary salary cute taken by the shop examiners. Local barber examination groups ; would In part replace the state group under the proposal, but fear of local animosities entering the examina tions was expressed by most of the barbers. 4 1 Broken by windows glazed Trowbridge Cabinet Works. Real Estate or Insurance Leave it to Jones Phone TDft. z THE SKATE KEY By GLUYAS WILLIAMS : 60ES SKATM6 WrM 0UH IOR . 6UPFS Curt SMARTW ON KE M0T1CE5 THAT W SkATf IS lTW WOSE REMEMBERS THfXT JON ICR HA& THE KEr T6 fiSHtEN SKATE WITH. SPIES JUNIOR KT OTHER EKD tf RINK HOBBUS LABORIOUSLY THE lEN6frl OF RINK ON JJMSE SKATE, StT TW6 THERE To FIND JUK . ICR NOW AT OTHER END PURSUES HIM. OUNlOR. SEES HIM BUT THINKS HE'S PiftVlK6 TAfe HHP 6MLY KEEPS FAR AHEAD ffftrllS POINT LWSE SKATE COMES OFF EN TiRElV MAK1K6 PRO CRESS OF ANY SORT EXTREMaV AWKWARD S1AH0S STiU. AND SHOUT'S, DRAWING EVERY ONE'S ATTENTION TO HIM SELF EXCEPT" JUNIOR'S . wrenches other skkie off and Walks ASHORE (dopyright, 1933, by The Bl Syndicate, Inc.) TAILSPIN TOMMY The Girls Get Together! By GLENN CUAPFIN DO UAL FOllKKSI LETS JUST FORSET ALL ABOUT IT TOMMYS SUCH A SWEET KID I KNOCd WELL FORSINE ME. .?y. KNOW WHAT ) IT ALL STARTED BECAUSE I'M I ITHATS REALLV N I PUE rnE 4fT A U . X I 1 1. 1 1 A W . I n. . n , r . . . n II. . ....... .... If I 01D-UNLE6 IT WAS J SOMCHOIO SOT THE CRAZY I TERRIBLY IN 7 THAT CRACK ON THE JLlDEA THAT YOU WERE TRYIN6 LOVE lOlTH A Vl55 Xlrs " V Jiri. IfJnrtY nWnY rROM I I OY IN Si AHA"! AN ARMISTICE HAS BEEN SrSNtD- AM AM I R16HT ?. (THAT uJILL BE t YES-JUST OMIT THE. "S T. UOssDXls. 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