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PAGE SIX MEDFOBD MXTL TRIBUTE, MEDFORD, OREGON, MONDAY, MAT 29, 1933. The While Cockatoo Chapter WHO IS "FRANCI8"t WHAT do you Go on." " "Don't Interrupt me, please," aid Lorn crankllr. "It's Tery aim pie. Ion aee, when Tally came to eonault me he'd lust (lipped on a wet atreet In trafflo and sot in Tolred somehow with a tail cab and flying glass. It wasn't serious, he told me. but hit face waa heavily bandaged. That was, of course, fully six months ago. And not aeen blm since." "Where was that meeting?" "In New York." "Was he the same general build as this man?" "Of course," said Lorn Impatient ly. "Do you think I haven't tried every test? I'm willing :o admit that be may have deliberately got himself up to give me no definite way of identifying blm again. But whatever was the purpose, tbe fact remains that I can't tell whether this man Is Francis Tally or not." "But this man recognized you. Spoke first. Called you by name." The scorn In Lorn's gaze made Itself felt though he was still In the shadow. "Have yon failed to consider a possible connection between the LoTschlems and this man? Of their Informing blm carefully of everything they bave managed to discover? In case of course he is actually not Francis Tally?" No" I said slowly. "No rre not tailed to do that." Several things returned to me. Orethe's sudden activity after that period of curlonsly patient, cat-like waiting; the way she'd looked at the new comer when he floundered; the way his eyes bad sought hers there In the lounge had it been for guid ance? Briefly I told Lorn of the time table Lovschlem bad tried to con ceal; be too, be agreed, bad noted tbe curious effect tbe man called Francis Tally gave of looking to Orethe for help. "The thing to do," said Lorn, "as I see it, is simply to sit tight until the Paris detectives come. They'll make an end to things in a hurry." "But, Miss Tally" I said. "We'll advise her to hang os to her token, take no chances, and wait for the detectives. In the mean time" He paused, and then con tinued; "I may as well tell you, Sundean, that I think I know what the motive power Is." "Ton mean," I eried excitedly, forcing him tor once to a definite statement, "the murderer?". "Don't ask me any more now. Sun dean. And I must go. Tell Miss Tally what I've told you, will you?" We walked together to tbe stair way. He went down, met Mrs. Byng and Sue on the landing, crossed the lounge and entered the lobby. At the desk Lorn paused and spoke to Lovschlem. Yet of oourse, that did not mean that Lovschlem was, after all, the murderer. I TURNED to meet Sue and Mrs. Byng. "I suppose," Mrs. Byng was shouting, "that we must eat din ner in this den of perdition. But don't worry darling." She moved ahead of us In tbe narrow corridor, walking with a strange stiffness and lack ot freedom brought on proba bly by her entangling garments. Sue dropped back a little with me, and under tbe continued boom of Mrs. Byng's voice I asked to see Francle'a letter again. "Envelope and all," I said. "As soon as pos sible." She nodded. "I'll get it." Mrs. Byng, still talking, stopped In her own room, closed the dow, and I heard her lock It. I went Into Sue's room with her and she handed me the square white envelope. 1 took it and moved nnder the light to look at the address more eloeely. "That light is very dim," said Sue. "Ill turn on this one over the table." She moved to tbe door; I heard It olose and waited for the little click of the light switch. It did not come. I heard ber light footsteps be hind me, and the bottom dropped out ot the world. "Put up your bands," she said coldly and crisply. I felt the cold pressure of a pistol against my neck. "I mean It," she repeated In a hard voice I'd never heard before. "Put up your bands." It was impossible to obey. In tact, and In aplte of that ominous cold touch on my neck, I believe I was too numb with shock to lift my hands. Then slowly I turned. The girl backed away so that she still held me In range ot that small pistol. The girl was not Sue Tally or ra UKE PLAYER RESENTS CRITICISM OF ART BBATTLE. May S. (OT) If mt wtae to "tell a woman her ukelele playing la trrlble" Henry Hartrlck. to, said today. (altar t7SDlLlV S by Mignon C. EbtrharV ' '" ' ther shu tUe girl 1 knew as Sue Tally. For when I said slowly: "Who are you?" she replied: "I am Sue Tally. I've told yon twice to put up your hands. This gun Is loaded, and I'm a good shot." I stood there looking at ber. She was ot the same general height and bblld as Sue but lacked Sue's fine ness ot wrist and ankle and deli cacy ot proportion. She was talr, too, and wore ber hair like Sue'a. She was even dressed in a black velvet coat, like Sue's. But she did not resemble Sue in tbe least. A general written description of height, weight, and coloring might have applied to them both, but they were not at all alike. . Then a horrified question crashed upon me. Where was Sue? What had happened? .Where bad she gone? "You don't want to shoot me," I said. "It won't do you any good. There are too many gendarmes In the place for yon to escape." "They are drlnkln.' In the kitch en. Paul likes having them there." She spoke a little contemptuously, but ber bard eyes did not waver from mine. "I am Sue Tally," she reiterated, "and I want the paper you took from the priest's room a short time ago. Don't deny It, tor I saw you. That paper belongs to me." "CO yon are Sue Tally," 1 said " thoughtfully. "I had suspected your presence for some time. Can't we sit down and talk this over more amicably?" She did not relax ber bold on the pistol and eyed me Suspiciously. I went on: "Where bave tbey been keeping you all this time? Hasn't It grown a little tiresome, dodging the po lice, biding bere and there?" She bit her Hp. I thought sudden ly that there was something at the same time sbrewd and stupid about her face. She said: "It was easy enough. All but those nights in the store room. Come, give me tbe paper." So it waa she in the storeroom; I had not expected that, even though I bad guessed that she was about somewhere, waiting to carry out her role in tbe conspiracy. "In tbe storeroom," I repeated sympathetically. "You poor girl. It must have been most uncomforta ble. The smoke from your cigar ettes drifted up to me one night," "Ob, it wasn't difficult to stay out of people's way. Anyway, at a dis tance I look rather like this other girl. I had this coat made like hers on purpose. Of course, I've not been In the botel all tbe time. I've been staying at Paul's the cook's house." "Ob, so you've been staying at Paul's." I thought the girl had been bored and dull; she was prob ably not averse to talking to some one. Her hand did not waver with the pistol, but she was looking rather approvingly at me. "The Lovschlem's haven't been treating you very well, have they?" It was a lucky thing to say. "No." abe flashed. "They forget how important I am to them" She checked herself quickly, but It was too late. "I've seen you before, you know." "When?" she said Incredulously. "Looking from the third-story window I suppose yon were lodged there then the night ot the first murder." She bit her Up again, and to my astonishment and intense discom fort tears came welling up into her too-large eyes. I should have pre ferred her to remain bard and shrewd. "And Mrs. Byng saw you too when you turned out the botol lights. I suppose that was after Ma dame Lovschlem had said yon must hide from the police who were com ing." She nodded without, I think, rea lising what she was doing. "They didn't tell me it would be like this," she said sullenly, the tears still hanging there In ber eyes. "Tbey ought to have told me." Possibly I ought to feel a decent compunction for my not too diplo matic behavior. But I didn't either then or thereafter. I was, even, too hurried for finesse. I said with aym pathy: "You poor girt. They've treated you very badly, havent they?" And I looked at her with crass admiration and murmured: "So beautiful " Her eyes stopped looking faintly like oysters and strayed to tbe mir ror. The second's wavering gave me my chance I sprang toward her. fOopyrtfM, list, U((mcm O. XDsrAart; The myalarloua Stravaky, to morrow, takaa his propar plaoe In -the tals. Hartrlck did. But the woman, whose name he refused to give, smashed the Instrument over his head and Inflat ed outa on his noae, ear and hands. Don't throw away your old tires. Let Mao. and Ted tlx them. 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" y-? AFTtnWOOW, MY Wire WILL OE THWS.He vPHOME-HtLL 4JE MEA LOT or A CHtfT WITH MR.JIO ANO LlLfg THAT A C ?!J?SZt?22V'M KOROPB- j ; MOKKWOCWTrt-KftA , CVINCEO HER ,TWAb JuT fS YACHT A gT-- , . liSVT,.0 TOMMOT-TOBOVTHATESTATE j S SM O RE I lUPAYYOLIVtLL- J f I'LL DO VT ) TEAM. HLLO, j X)T I'VE THOSOUCWLY T--? mOKC 'VJ J1 I convinceo her 9 Nf KYI " al h, Gffi (fmt offw mr-H ' , X There's No Guesswork in Tribune A. B. C. Circulation and placed flag on all the known grave of veterans of the Civil war. If any one knowing of an unmarked Civil war veteran's grave In these cemeteries wlU call Mrs. Walt. 819-L, a flag will be placed upon It. All daughters and granddaughters of vet eran whether or not members of the order, are asked to meet at the city park Tuesday morning and march with Elta D. Hubb Tent. The "Scarlet Ace" Shows Up Again 1 vvvw -s-ir you cm iAo j j' feSfessM!j up ww,yy;ssjA L ' i IHEDPDRD AUT01STS BOOST LOW LICENSE SALEM. Ore., May 39. (DP) Four Medford residents were among the By C. M. PAYNE 100 Oregon citizens getting the lowest car license ' number for the July 1 December 81 period. The one hundred lowest numbers were decided by lot from the applica tions on hand. The Medford men were A. P. Flowers. 112 E. 12tb. Number 16; Frank F. Kiddle, route 1. box 489, Number 59; C. U. Brewer. 1811 E. Main, Number 63; and W. O. and TRYING TO BE QUIET WrW BUD BEMIS DEFEMO W6 VhW A6flMSrCfiEv OF WteWfiRV BUT MOOD-. THlRStV VlRWES BUP VEUS vVHV? SHOUfS MOW WiuuArtS 1508 Riverside, geeks Mining Water SALEM, Ore.. May 39. (UP) It. M. Turner, Grants Pass, filed with the state engineer for application of I & second feet of water from Briar gulcn. Rogue river tributary, for mining and Irrigation of 8 acres In Jackson county. Eleanor Rookard, Number 90. MOTHER CftllS T8R 6MD NES SAKE WOT 1b SHOltf SO MI)CH,THEtU BOTH ER THE KEI6H80RS CflllS AT TOP V0IC ra BUD, STATIONED AS 100K" OUT IN SMAU. TRE "D tfOP SH0UTIN6 SO HE D0E5NT FOUoWS ARfeUMENTjBOIH MOTHER US WEARILY WHY, IHtY I1U3 NT, SHOOTING AT ONCE, THAT o ALL. NEIGHBORS HOW PIRATES CAN BE OR SOMEfHI H6 F0U6l-rr ' WITHOUT VtLLIK6 (Copyright, 1933, by The Bell Syndicate, Inc.) Gasoline Tragedy PORTLAND, Ore.. May 27, ) Merle Gordon sturgeon, 18. Portland high school student, died In a hos pital here today from Injuries suf fered when he was ourned, police wld tbey were told, by the esploslon ox" gasoline while he was filling the cacuum tank of his automobile. A member of the party, standing nearby, lit a match. The explosion followed. By GLUYAS WILLIAMS BUD SHRIEKS HE GoUlEiffl HEAR BECAUSE OF THE PIRATES' CAMN0N FIRE. RIPENS ORDER, LOWER 5 TO NBfcK M)ftt, bO ON PLAYING ?IRATE5,TheY MAKE MORE NOISE TRY1N6 fo KEEP 5tfLL By GLENN CiUPFINj and HAL FOBUE8C -THATS OUST WHAT I'M SOIUS no Trvr TO DO-YOU folks so oack TO THE CAMP AND STAND GUARD I'LL STAV HER.S FOR. ANOTHER HOUR.-IF I Find ANY TRACE. OP THE CARTER. 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