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PXGE EIGHT MEDFOKD W8L TKLBTTNE, 1IEDFORD, OREGON, STJNDXY, MAT 28, 1933. TlieWIaile Cockatoo SYNOPSIS: As a sequel to threw murders and a wildnerness ot inex plicable horrors, Jim Sundean finds someone hiding in ths wardrobe of Bus Tally's room. But ths person escapes, leaving ths situation as beore with Sue holding off Fran eis Tally, her brother, by sheer courage in his demand that she pro dues the token which will identify her beyond Question, and establish her right to shars their father's hugs estate. Bundean, determined to aid Sue, searches ths storerooms of ths French hotel in whirh the tragedies have occurred, and finds there an eiderdown recently used. Be returns to ths used part of ths hotel Chapter 45 THE TOKEN AGAIN rt.VUL'S whits cap was bending oyer a steaming kettle. For a moment the chof didn't aee me, as I was atlll In the little pas sage outside the kitchen and out side the area of light. I think, how ever, as I turned away he caught just a glimpse ot the motion, for I heard behind me a kind ot howl, something dropped and clattered, and there was a sound ot hissing steam. It was not at all difficult to get Into the priest's room. I would have liked learning more about the miss ing token from Sue before I searched that room, but as it devel oped It was not necessary, and I wanted, of course, to take advan tage of the opportunity at once. For I found the token. Although It was In a large degree accident that I found It I had ap proached the heavy window curtains and was drawing them back to get more light In the room when one of my fingers slid somehow through tho thick chenille cords of the enor mous tassel hanging from the red rope that controlled the curtains. And In slipping ran upon something that was not soft chenille and was not tassel. I worked very cautiously, there In The chef didn't see me. the gathering darkness, pulling at the thing carefully to extract It from the large bell-shaped tassel It was a Jaggedly triangular pleoe ot paper a thin piece with small print. And the Instant my eyes tell on the print I knew I had found fiue's token. It was a torn half of the chapter about love In first Corinthians. As I glanced at the page I saw a word here, a word there, that made suddenly bits ot old and familiar phrases and automatically finished themselves In my mind "with the tongues of men and" "tinkling cymbal" "understand all mys teries,' and toward the bottom, "face to face; now I know in part" "and the greatest ot these . . ," TPHAT was why Sue had said what she'd said. Had said it so flatly, with such an effect ot casual Bess, while sha'd watched Francis ao carefully. And It recurred to me with sig nificant force Francis had not fin ished her quotation. Had looked faintly puzzled and baffled. Had, so far as I could see, failed entirely to catch Its meaning. The token Itself surprised me, for somehow I bad expected it to be some kind ot Jewelry I don't know why. It was, however, remarkably efficacious simple, easily hidden and preserved, and practically Im possible tor anyone who discovered its secret to duplicate owing to the necessity for duplicating not only ths editloii ot the Bible from which the leaf had been torn, but the Jag ged edge where It was torn and with whose words the matching halt In Francis's possession must exactly coincide. But I had no time, then, to spec ulate. For the Implications of Francis's refusal to recognize Sue's one offer at compromise were Im portant He had either failed to recognize it purposely, not desiring to do so, thus tacitly conceding Sue's Dun Rackeeter In Valley Reported A new type ot racketeer was report ed in MeaiorO yesterday. His aim was to gain accoiinta rrom local mer chants, through the olalm that the Southern Oregon Oredlt Bureau had riteir by Mignoa G. Ebtrharf claim In the presence ot witnesses. Or he had not known It for what It was. My back had been, foolishly, turn ed to the door. I don't know whether It was some sound or rustle oz whether It was only that strange age-old Instinct that tells us when eyes are watching us. At any rate, I was suddenly aware of it, and I whirled and clutched for Lorn'a revolver. The door which I had closed was open. It was open and gently moving and revealing about six decreasing Inches ot blackness. I flung toward It and was In the corridor, but there was nothing but dim Tails and blank doors to be seen. I went back Into the room, closing the door firmly. I returned to the position where I'd examined the scrap of paper and saw with some dismay that the door itself was completely visible to me from a mirror opposite. I, then, and the thing I'd held In my hands had been clearly visible from the door. AFTER a moment I folded the token and slid It Into the little cylindrical chamber where lead Is stored In my pencil, and lot myself cautiously Into the corridor. Sue, to my great relief, was still In the lounge, and Mrs. Byng and Lov schlem and the cookatoo. I nodded and then turned away from the railing over which I had surveyed the scene below aa I heard someone walking along the corridor behind me. Lorn's brown figure loomed out of the dimness. "Well," he said. "Where have you been? You weren't In your room." "You are the very man I want to see," I said. Mutually conscious that those In the lounge below could, In all probability, hear every word, we walked farthor back along the cor ridor. I said In a low voice: "Why did you warn me abont Tally J" He hesitated, and looked nnoaelly up and down the dim length ot cor rldors with their occasional faint glints and intersecting lanes. "I told you I could not yet ex plain." "You are going too far," I said. "But It doesn't matter. I'll tell you. It Is that you aren't sure the man Is Franols Tally." He said nothing. He'd moved bis bead, and his face was now In the shadow. "Hurry up. Answer yes or no. Is that man Francis Tally?" There was another pause. All around us loomed the menacing, secretive, dark rooms. Presently Lorn said quietly "I don't know." Of all the things I had expected, that reply was the last one. I said rather feebly: "What do you mean by that? He's your employer." "I know," said Lorn. "And I don't mind telling yon that his coming baa worried me considerably. You see the fact Is that though I've seen Francis Tally, I've well, I've not seen him, so to apeak." (Copyright, tin, tllgnon 0. Bbsrhart) A tirrlfylng shift, tomorrow, gain endangers Bus. gone out ot business. 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A REVOLVER AN' There's No Guesswork in Tribune A. B. C. Circulation last of Little Applegste's old-tune log houses that marked the old pioneer life, burned to the ground Friday noon when It caught fire in the attic ana was ablaze before the owners, Mr. and Mrs. Ancll Ollaon, discovered It. The two-story log structure was built over 3fl years ago by J. Hartman now of Jacksonville. Mr. and Mrs. Fred KUenhsmmer lived on the place at The Scarlet Menace! Mistake MtSJO ?VT AIkJt INJ 1 THIS .KITCHSM IF VOO TEU. HE WHERE IT IS VU. GO THERE ASJO ORDER. CALVE5 LIVER i AkJO 6ACO0 5-3.7 that time. The fire was discovered by Mrs. Bob Pulllura. who was there car ing for Mr. and Mrs. Gllson, both being ill with the flu. Mr. Ollson's sister, Mrs. Hattle Logan of Jackson ville, was visiting there. Besides the house, the cooler, woodshed and smokehouse also burned to the ground. Very little was saved from the house, although the neighbors By C. M. 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