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    P233B TWELVE
MEDFOED JCtTL' TRIBTJNE, MEDFOED, OEEGO??, FETDAY, TONE 2, 1933.
(First Chapter of Thi Serial Story on Page Thirteen)
TV By the World FORGOT
A New Serial by Ruby M. Ayres
BYNOPB1B: Nicholas Boyd. IAS '
freat film etar. hae vlayed the
ero onee too often. In rescuing a
girl from a trightensd horee ho ha
htmeelf been elruck a blow by the
horee'e hoof and hie film career U
iided. Hobody icante a movie etar
with a limp and a ecarred face,
fiut the greater tragedy le the orob
ablllty that Bernte Boyd, hie gay
young unjo, ujii not oo content to
retire telth him to a tiny vltlagejn
Iflcholae' native England. Bernle
true Kicholat the cannot live in
England.
Chapter Tiro
FAIR WEATHER GIRL
B ERNIE u prettjr enough. Men
raved about her ehlna blue
yea and yellorf hair. Nicholas
had raved about her himself, once;
funny that now (he ahould aeem so
like a doll with empty staring blue
yes, and red, foolishly parted lips.
A doll which when It was wound
ip would say rapidly
"I can't ... I can't lire In Eng
land." He moved restlessly his Injured
lg still pained him sometimes.
"If I stay here" she began, then
broke off, and Boyd laughed. .
"Don't tell me again yon can't lire
in England It's getting rather
monotonous. You'll be all right It
jron stay here a girl like you always
falls on her feet KiUIck will see to
that."
known to the uuiuiliated as a single
night, Into a star.
And sow, just as Jaffor had
squeezed every drop oE value out of
his meteoric rise, so Jaffer had
squeezed every drop of publicity out
ot the tragedy that had brought
about bis fall.
How the film magazines had loved
ltl
"Nicholas Boyd, great English
Film Etar, rescues beautiful girl
from certain death."
Pages ot photographs, paragraphs
of biography.
"Unfortunately Mr. Boyd was
slightly Injured In his gallant at
tempt, but we can assure his admir
ers that he will make a complete
recovery."
Complete recovery! with the Iron
boot of a horse lashing bis face, and
frantic fett tramping his body.
It bad happened during the re
hearsal ot one of the big scenes for
his new picture, a circus procession
through streets. An Inexperienced
girl had been riding one of the show
horses, and the horse had taken
fright at the sudden blare of a band,
and had reared violently.
She had been In danger of being
trampled to death when Nicholas
dashed forward. He bad dragged tbe
girl Into safety before he stumbled
and fell.
"And why the hell yon need have
His soarred face grinned baek at him.
He looked away from her, won
dering why he was no longer Jealous
ot Kllllck; perhaps he was no longer
capable of any emotion.
Bernle made a little Involuntary
step towards htm, then stopped. As
be was sitting now she could not see
the disfigured side of his face, but
(be knew If be turned his bead. ...
She said unwillingly "Don't yon
)ove me any morel"
"Don't you think that is a ques
tion I ought to ask!" Boyd answered.
He dragged himself to his feet
gain. "Go to bed," he said Irritably,
and without another word she stole
past him and Into the adjoining
room.
Nicholas stood looking after her.
She was his wife, this girl, tbe wo
man he had held In his arms and
loved; the woman he could still love
It only ... he waited a moment, his
)lps set In a hard line.
Then the door between them slow
ly closed and he heard the little
sound of a key turning In the lock,
NICHOLAS Boyd was thirty-five.
Jaffer bad made clever capital
out ot his age, acclaiming that It
was nothing short of a miracle that
man who had never been trained
either for stage or screen, a man no
longer very young, should In a night
as It were, achieve greatness.
Nicholas bad wandered out to
Hollywood as so many people do
when all other doors seem closed to
them, and by the merest luck had
been discovered. His appearance had
been his chief asset
He was six foot three In bis stock
inged feet, with the sort of careless
he-man appearance that Is so at
tractive to many women.
He was not strictly speaking good
looking. He had a shock ot brown
balr which Jaffer bad Insisted must
be allowed to curl, whereas Nicholas
had spent half his lite trying to
straighten It; rather rugged fea
tures, and deep-set dark eyes.
Physically be was very powerful
He sat a horse In first-rate style,
walked with dignity, and bad a deep
extractive voice which "produced"
well. From a small part In a "crowd"
Nicholas blossomed In what Is
acted the hero when yon weren't
being paid for It, beats me," so Jaf
fer had said afterwards.
FINISHED! '
And now Nicholas Boyd lay
awake for the remaining hours of
the night also wondering why.
It had beon an Impulse of lourse,
for no man surely would be a hero
If he stopped to think what the con
sequenoes might be.
The girl had come to see him when
he was In the hospital; a poor cheap
little thing In cheaper clothes, fihe
had brought him a bunch of flowers,
and had sat beside htm tongue-tied
and miserable.
"Why did you!" was all she eould
find to say. "It wouldn't have mat
tered about mo, but you"
Well, It didn't matter about him
any longer either; the world was
through with him, and all he could
hope for was to find some kindly cor
ner In hla own country where he
could live out the rest ot bis days.
It there was still a desire left In
his heart as he lay awake during the
breathless night. It was tor home.
Had ha ever been well and strongf
Had he ever been able to dash
across open country and spring onto
a galloping horseT Had the cheers
ot a crowded house ever risen deaf
eningly as his prowess was paraded
before them on the screen?
Jaffer had labelled him "The man
ly lover."
His scarred and crooked face grin
ned back at him Ironically In tbe
mirror. An ugly devil! That was tbe
label be would have to bear In fu
ture. No wonder Bernle shivered
when she looked at him.
And yet there were women In the
world who had gone on loving men
who bad come back to them from the
war, blinded, maimed hideous. Per
haps Bernle was something leu
than a woman.
"The world forgetting, by the
world forgot"
The words floated subconsciously
Into his mind.
Copyright, list. DouMdov Dor an)
Nicholas' traoedy somas te a
ellmax, tomorrow.
Eugene Theatre
' Company Formed
SALEM. Or., June 3. (UP) In
corporation papers were filed today
for the Eugene Theater company by
Piatt, Piatt, Pain, Smith ft Black.
Portland attorney, capital stock
was llatsd at 100 shares no par value.
Harrison O. Piatt, Arthur D. Piatt.
and Oeorge Black Jr., are directors
of the corporation.
An- Instant, accurate credit report
may be obtained from the Southern
Oregon Credit Bureau while your cus
tomer waits.
i aa r a ai
n i ( i
GUM
SWEETENS
THE BREATH
SALEM, June 1. -yp) 'Disposition
o ft supposed Amnesia patient may
b decided her today, Police Matron
Myra Shank said.
No Identification had yet been
nude of a dark-complexioned middle
aged woman who talk with ft foreign
accent and gives ner name variously
as Veda Frteat and Veda PI est.
She was placed in a hospital here
last week after casting about Salem
for acquaintances, whom she failed
to find. Seattle and a train trip have
been mentioned in her rambling but
scant discourse.
Commitment to the etate hospital
for Insane for treatment and obser
ratlon was being considered, said Mi.
Shank.
Don't extend credit to Mr. New
Customer until you find out from
the Southern Oregon Credit Bureau
how he paid the other fellows.
T
PORTLAND, June 1. VP) Holdup
men will do well to pass up Ander
sons' when they're out looking for vic
tims. A couple of gunmen tried It
here laM night and came out second
best.
John Anderson, aervlee station op
erator, found hlmaelf facing a revolv
er In the hande of a young customer.
Anderson calmly walked Into the of
fice, picked up hla own revolver and
leveled It at the Intruder. He held
him until police arrested the youth
and recovered a stolen car he we
driving.
Edward Anderson, clerk la a eldflt
mill, wa surprised to hear ahaja
order to "stick 'em up" Issued by
gunman who had sneaked up behind
hJm. But the bandit wa shocked te
find himself sprawled on tbe floor
from a stiff blow to the Jsw. He fled
as aoon as he could regain bis feet.
S'MATTER POP
By C. M. PAYNE
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By GLUYAS WILLIAMS
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WHO VAlKEP ON KiSLAWN, DISCOVERS THAT
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of the neighborhood kips t ie his DtnY
TO rettrieVE the ball he has just BATTED
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TAILSPIN TOMMY Tommy'. In Serious Trouble!
By GLENN CUAFra
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