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PA'GE FOUR MEDFORD MAIL TRTBUITE. MTCDFORD. OREGON, WEDNESDAY, &PRIL 19, 1933. TIicWImIc Cockatoo by Slignon C. Eberhart . .orai8: Bue XaUVe fright r.ntl cry at the door of hi French hotel room etartsd i' all Jim Hun dean learned the iuet had eeeaped an abductor. When he teem to the lobby tor her key ehe disappeared and, returning, he etumbled over a murdered man In hie corridor. Then he goee into the court to eearch tor the murderer, whom he tuepecte to be Lovechiem. manager of the hotel and te thot at five timee. The murdered man eeeme to have been etabbed with the eword from the figure on a huge clook in Bundean'e room ; the French police demand that he hold hlmeelt ready ior investigation. Juet then there i a commotion down the hall. Furioue, Bundean vroteett thie final affront. Chapter U THE APPARITION "CHI" uld Bus Tally. "Don't an- J tagonlza them." Voices anil the commotion corered her whisper. "They are inclined to look faror ably upon you because you told ot the clock sword, although one o( them thinks It may have been a rery clerer ruse on your part to Induce that very effect. But they re still doubtful. You must be care tuL I know France better than you." "... torn from my bed and dragged along icy corridors. 1 want n explanation ot this remarkable conduct. Madame, what does this mean?" The bundle ot shawls was Mrs. Byng, and the cabbage proved to be large lace cap, pulled over her hair, which had grown curiously knobby, and down to her thick black eyebrows. Uer nose looked more than ordinarily bellicose, her voice dominated and drowned all other speech, and she was clearly In a frame ot mind that brooked no liberties. The dark little maid halt stran gled on a sob. Father Robart was a tall, noncommittal black clothespin with a flaming red beard, and Mrs. Byng shouted: "In my night slothes. Torn from my bed In my night clothes. What are these men doing here?" I wondered fleetlngly whether he made it a habit to sleep In five or sis brown woolen shawls and thought It possible, and Madame Lovschlem said sharplyi "It Is the police, madams." The young officer who spoke Eng. Ush was at her side, taking her by the arm. Be turned her around fac ing the corridor. Inexplicably she bad failed to see the huddle that still lay there perhaps her be eapod escort had shielded it from her eyes. Now, however, the light (ell strongly upon It. Well, it was bad enough. I felt a little sick when 1 looked at It my self, and wondered why they didn't romove it. But it had a startling ef fect upon Mrs. Byng. Suddenly she gave a choking shriek, turned, two long white flan nel arms shot out from the shawls and clasped the commlssalre tight ly around the neck, and she col lapsed on his reluctant chest. 1 rather liked It. I had an idiotic desire to look at him sternly and ay: "Hal There will be Inquiry. Investigations." "You'd better get her to lie down," said Sue. "Not on my bed!" I Interjected, nd Bus walked over to the shawls. Somehow they got Mrs. Byng Into the oortldor with Marcel and the young officer assisting her progress, and Madame Lovschlem and Sue jbrlnging jip the rear, and the little jmatd running for hot water, and Mrs. Byng herself emitting faint shrieks. THE commlssalre touched his forehead with his handkerchief, looked decidedly less pompous, and to me, at least, Mrs. Byng Justified sr existence, for he seemed In a sudden mood to cut the present In quiry short He asked the priest number of short questions, to which Father Sobart replied Imperturbably and with apparent satisfaction to every one, and a small man In civilian clothes (a doctor evidently) ap peared from somewhere and made a brief examination ot the body. It was then removed, and before 1 could quite credit my good luck they were all leaving. No, not quite all, for as I turned Into my room with a sigh Marcel, who had appeared from somewhere while the others were leaving, rose from poking the tire. "I will go now," he said. "Is there anything Monsieur wishes?" "No, Marcel. Only sleep and the rest of the night In peace. But wait who took the dagger from the dead man's chest and put It up there on the clock again?" His shining black eyes were a bright Impenetrable shield to the knowledge 1 knew he must have. ! do not know, monsieur," he uld In his politest manner. Norton Upheld By High Court BAUtM, Ore., April 19. AP) The ounty high school fund law, opera tive tor many years In Lane county, wu declared unconstitutional Tues day tor the Oregon supreme court. I l A i 4A mm s mm i. u H sis m LOOK FOR THE RED TAPE OPENER But as he reached the door he turned and looked soberly at me. "Monsieur," he said slowly, "Is a brave but a very foolish man." With which comforting reflection he left me alone. Alone, I thought wearily, at last. I hoped most heartily there would be no more Intruders. To make sure of It I went to the door. But Sue had been right; there was no key and no bolt. I moved the table against the door In such a manner that anyone trying to enter would immediately wake me. I must have gone straight to sleep from rery weariness. Onca I woke with an Immediate recollection of where I was and what bad hap pened, and the Impression that there was sound like sobbing somewhere In that deserted wing. But I mnst have sunk back Into sleep at once, for In the morning it was only a faint recollection. The morning was cold and the wind was still blowing. I woke late, and when I rang for coffee and Mar eel brought It I asked him what bad been done. "Nothing, monsieur," he said. He looked tired and hollow-eyed but his eyes were still excited. "The po lice were here again but bare gone. They are making Inquiry.1' That was a curious day. Only Lorschlem was about when I went downstairs Lovschlem and his white cockatoo. The cockatoo greeted me with a cluck and looked with Interest at the cigarette in my hand, and Lovschlem said good mo. nlng unctuously and was I go ing for a walk. He made It clear at once that, to him at least, our some what strained relation ot the previ ous night was a thing forgotten. "A little fresh air," I said. "Is there any news?" THERE) was, he said, no news. He looked bad In the clear morning light: dark and liverish; but he was still suave. "Did yon have a good sleep?" he asked too pleasantly and with an oily effect of rubbing his bands to gether which In actuality he was not doing at all, one hand being en gaged in stroking the white neck ot the cockatoo.. FuccI was watching my hand with his head on one side and ap peared to be meditating as to the taste and blteable qualities ot cigarettes, 1 drew my hand away and replied shortly and honestly that 1 had slept very well, upon which Lovschlem looked Incon sistently disappointed. "Americans, he said, forgetting for the moment his own claims, "are like the British. You are phlegmatic You have no nerves. You would not believe how ner vous I become. 1 did not sleep at all I could not." 1 thought but did not say that bad consciences had been known to have that effect and walked out. The little town was strange to me, but I did not feel like explor ing It. Instead I followed the road to the bridge, walked half across It, found spot sheltered from the wind and stood there, leaning against the railing and watching the water flowing below, or look ing at the white, clean-swept old place, with Its stretch of white wall that the Romans had built, and Its close-huddled peaks and red roots, and 1 smoked and tried to think out the grisly putzle ot the night. After a while I walked some, but thoughtfully and without noting anything In particular, and It was not until about lunch time when I turned again into the hotel that 1 happened to look around and dis cover a blue-caped figure at a dis creet distance. I did not know or care how long he. had been follow ing me, but I must soy It gave me rather chilly sensation up my spine. And the edge ot my appetite was a little dulled when 1 discovered that during my absence my room and my bags had been thoroughly searched, and that with no attempt at concealment, which eould only mean the police. I ate alone In the chilly dining room with Marcel serving me really excellent lunch. Father Ro bart had apparently eaten early, tor his table bad been cleared. Mrs. Byng and Sue Tally did not appear. I lingered for some time In a not unnatural wish to see her again. ' She played so large and Important a part In the train ot surmise and suriJsltton that had set Itself go ing In my mind that I wanted very much to sea her, and that In the cool and logical and nnemotlonal light of day. It was not, however, until toward evening that I saw her again, and then she was with David Lorn, and they were talking. (Cowrtght. tut. ktlgnon O. Sberhart) Monday. David Lorn takat up his rola In thla clnlstar drama. The law, different from the new tu ltlon law, arbitrarily set amounts paid to district for educating non school district students, the opinion stated, rather than apportioning the cost. Tbs lower court, In a decree by Judge H. P. Norton held the law un constitutional. The opinion by Jus tics Harry Belt affirmed the a scree. OF T PORTLAND, April 19 (AP) Re adjustment of freight rates on baalo S'MATTER POP TAILSPIN TOMMY rAti Mt VJ LiKe. irBBATt I wicifsu Till- ) Souewi ACT,OK,y V ' If 9 5 prwTSv' W fA eu., it 5 J MOW, I M A " TVv is rtoT-AM UMCOMMokI afLAT I'M OUT J ( VAV OT "iTTlNo J V or DE.T1T, VV) , -y- V out of tDerrj-r (Copyright, 1833, 1y The Bell Syndicate, he.) V 'adSSPasW'Ml r & - X-k, -- -. 1 a A 10GT f rksht nuo&ea, J W;4 f -mr ts i cease &)MmwpC' BOUND TO WIN Lotta Black Is Gone! FORSOODNESeeAKeeWl GOT IT AT soM.31M,W3NjerLsojrru Vou . WHAT NBXT IS GOING Jl HEADQUARTERS Y$ TO MAKE OF iTtt . THE OFtCE IN TBL1. US M Dl APPEARED FRONTH6 GOTTo SET 1 SqvS. TUIA Hao, MB IgBNJJiISjmNO"TMOReTHAf I DONTTKNOVJ NNHVSHEfl HILL6IDH ANDTHEV WHAT"? BOARDING HofeeWHERE L Ik TO JOrWTHflN 1 & ALL UfTT--II W CASE? 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Circulation commodities upon what would ap proximate the pre-war level, aa a means of stimulating business reviv al, was urged at a meeting here to day of agricultural representatives of Oregon, Washington and Idaho. Support was pledged to President Roosevelt's proposed program to elim inate "wasteful competition" among railroads. Representatives of grain growers. A Close Call! Something HAUF . EVERY VWEEK, croo UFE.y ID I I TIME O-SOUE- $ livestock shippers and sales associa tions met with Arthur Geary, rate attorney. In response to a call of the Interstate commerce commission for an Investigation at Washington. D. O., April 24, to determine whether freight rates on basic commodities are excessive. A further reduction on wheat and livestock rates of 35 per cent below that which the commission found By C. M. PAYNE I SOT A THIRTV . MORCM L ' DOLLARS ! (V OtslLV .ET ElGMTe.E.rJ OM&vJ AJvIO, NJEAR. AS BOARD MOVAJ OMLV AAJORBV SO .ABOUT Y?30 "THAT VWASM'T ' I I 1 THOUGHT SHE COMMA BE OUT- 1 1. 1 I Sef. I , I Ac-Vrps. reasonable In previous decisions, was recommendext by those attending the conference. MAGAZINE FOUNDER, ORMOND SMITH, DIES NEW YORK, April 19. (AP) Or mond Gerald Smith, 73, founder of a host of popular magazines and "dis THE FAMILY ALBUM --TIME WLiims cms To FAMU.V WhaT 11M IS if, H WAHlS K) SEfrivS WMCH , rf Hlr$ SfoPPEP EUMItfATES MOTHER, BE CAUSE SHE SEfi HER WAItH BVTHEIoWrJ CLOCK WHICH IS 6ENERAU.V WROrfc. OE ClPPj MllDREPS TlM 6 PROBABLV RI6HT LOTTA MOWEyAVED. KJEEO KIOVU ANlD MV iPAPPV ONAJNJS A FARM BESIDES OUR. HOME. A LOTTA THESE VOL) TALK ABOUT AIMT RICH AS ME-l'OQUITV lO MUCH j THAT S a 1 1931. XlH Fcsnua trrtn be. Oti IVr . ill I FT n - . IT'S BAD ENOUGH TO I HOW OIO YOO KHOW 1 MIS! THE FIGHT. WITHOUT fvHO WOM ME AM" ME WIFE HAD '' HAVIM TO uyTEM TO THEM ) THE APCHT? ItME I SAD SOMGVT FIGHT? J I EYE GiTTIM' BLACK? j coverer" of many noted writers, died suddenly last night of a stroke. BmlbVwas president of the Street & Smith Publishing company. He founded such magazines as Alnslee's, Popular. People's, Smith's, Top Notch and Picture Play. SHOE REPAIR SHOP moved from 41 3. Front to 123 N. Central. Coun ty hoe repairing, H. T. preabt. DIMUV SlMutftrffolKLV SHOOf -friE-TlME.Wlfrl THE RESUlT H CWf MWtT 001 WHT ANVOHE SM5 WllTRED iMrlEPlATEUC PNNfe OUf THAT MUD RED'S WATCH HAS BEEH QUEER EJER SINCE SHE PROPPED ITiU THE BATHTUB lEAVft THEM SW1 AR 6UIN6 AMD 60E5 VOM AMP SETS WWCH BV KrttHEN CLOCK . (Csgyrigbt, W83, by the Bell Byndfcate, foe.) AMD 1 SUPPOSE T OH, 1 NOW THAT VOU'RE RlSHT RIGH VOU'LL KJEVERALOKJ& THAT COULD 6RIKJG, SET MO.RR.IEOrlKJ AS T D SIVE THINIXINJ SO PERTlCULARi VjJHO 1 9tmm tifra mmri. DEATH TAKES NOTED SHAKESPEARE SCHOLAR NEW YORK, April 8. (AP) DP. Ashley Horace Thoradlke, 01, one of the world's outstanding Shakespear ean scholars. Is dead. , Dr. Thomdlke collapsed of a heart . attack on Madison avenue last night 1'. and died shortly afterward. By GLUYAS WILLIAMS WltR SfVEWll IftIK 6Eft THIS SfAKfS A ClAMOR filE UffORMAIiON TrmT AC" OF AR6lMEttf, EACH D RW(6 lb MILEREP rPS CLARIK6 THE OfrlERS 415", WIlfRED MAKES If M0. ARE WRW6 AND MOTHER SftVS ITS i:SS RETURNS TRMMPMAmlV, REP0RTIN6 THEv"R m- WRON&, VT'5 REAU.Y i-A WO FINP5 KITCHtN CLOCK. HASN'T BEEN RIMMIN6 FOR A WEEK. By GLENN CHAFFTA anal UAL FOHBES1 By EDWIN ALGER By SOL HESS OOMT KMOW IP THE FEX.LER. COMES. MUCH AS IM LOSISJ' THE MATTER. SOME 1 fWKir, KIOKK PER . i-7l 0 By George McManus
