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PAGE SIS MEDFORD lOIL TRIBUNE, MEDEORD, OREGON, TUESDAY, JUNE 20, 1933. tt By the World FORGOT efc-9 Hew Serial by Ruby M. Ayres .'.jl'AtJIi Ueorpie Bancroft goee up to London to Hi her ootual friend Kelly Poeter, whom fix met oh the Ohio rolumlm from Amer ica. She goee to a movie, and there Clifford Aeher tntroducM MumI to her and promiooo to writ her. When ehe reaohee Her home village that night ehe eeei the dec tore car in front o the jnn, and leame that Nicholas Boyd, to whom ehe to greatly attraoted. it 111. Hicholae hae fallen from etardom in the moviee to obeourlty because of an accident that marred hie face. Georgia determine to go eee him neat morning. Chapter IT LOVELOCK AGAIN WHEN Qaorgie got homo ah went straight to the kitchen to tell Mr. Lovelock the result ot her trip to London. But the kitchen was deserted, and dark tare lor the red glow of a well-banked-up Ire. "I wonder If any house In ,the world la as lonely as ours I Georgia alghed as she turned away and went np to her r. om. She felt depressed; It seemed so useless hating adventures It there was nobody to whom one could re late them; she threw her hat down on the bed, and at the same moment she heard her name called by Mrs. Lovelock from across the landing. Something was the matterl The girl's heart missed a beat ae she ran to obey that call which had sounded somehow weak and pathetic 1 thought you must be oat,' Oeorgle said breathlessly, and then "Oh, are yon 1117" Mrs. Lovelock lay flat on her baok, till wearing the faded cotton frock of the early morning, and her face was drawn and pinched with pain. "It's here," she gasped, her hand on her side. "I'll get some brandy," Oeorgle said. She flew down the stairs and brought a tumbler from the kitchen. She raoed np the stairs again, spill ing the brandy as she wenL Then she slipped ao arm beneath Mrs, Lovelock's head and made her swal low a few drops. "How long have joa had the . pamr she asked. A wry jtnsU oroseed the white; face. "How longf Before yo went away." "Have yoa been alone all after noon 1" Oeorgle asked. "Yes. Who d'you rhlnk would be here?" She move'1, restlessly as It In acute pain. "I'll get the, doctor," Oeorgle said. . Mrs. Lovelock's thin Hps moved In protest. "What's the good ot a doctor!" she asked. "What's the good ot having a pain when It might be oured," Oeorgle answered praotlcally. She went out Into the road hatlosa and ran the short dlstanoe to the house ot the village dootor. But .be doctor was out and Qeorgle's heart fell. "But I want him," she said, as It that remark helped matters; "Mrs, Lovelock Is 111, and 1 want him at once." "The dootor Is not at home," was all-the satisfaction she received, and then seeing the distress In the slrl's eyes, "Maybe you'd catch him at tho Boar's Head." "Oh, thank you." Oeorgle fled on again, and gave a little sigh ot thank fulness when she saw that his car was still drawn up at the Inn door. The doctor was In Mrs. Spear's ilttlng-room; Oeorgle could hear his voice mingled with the landlady's loud, cheery laugu. She burs. In upon them uncere moniously. HJRS. LOVELOCK'S IU," the an. nounced. The dootor, who possessed the somewhat unfortunate name ot Dudd, turned round quickly. He knew Oeorgle well, and was ene of the very few people In the neighborhood who understood the dreariness ot ber life and pitied her, "I'll come at once," he said. As she went out she oast a quick look towards the staircase that twisted away In spiral fashion to the room above where she knew Nicho las must be. Two people 111 In one day! Mrs. Lovelock always said that things happened In threes. She won. dered who the next victim would be. "She seems very 111," she said. "She's got a bad pain." "Indigestion I eipect," Dr. Dudd aid absently; be seldom had any- thing more serious to diagnose for people like Mrs. Lovelock. Doctors were not very sympa' tbetlo she thought, or perhaps they were so fed up with other people's pains that they no longer eared. She rather liked Dr. Dudd; he had a streak ot whit hair over his fore- nead wblcj she tounc romantic; ne had been very kind to her too on several occasion when her uncle bad been more obstreperous than usual; she gave a quick sigh ot re lief when tbey reached the Hollies. "I'll go straight up," Dr. Dudd said, and Georgle lod the way. Dr. Dudd bent over the bed, and for a moment there was silence, then he turned to Georgle. "Run away for a momenL" "I'd like to stay," the girl Insisted, but he shook his head. "Run away. I'll come down and tall you all about It," he promised. As It 1 were a child," Georgle thought reoentfully, but she obeyed and went down to her uncle' li brary, and poked the dying Ore Into a blaze. All the snort way home she had tried to screw up ber courage to ask tbe doctor how Nicholas was, but somehow It had been difficult to speak bis name; perhaps when he came downstairs she would have more pluck. She heard his footsteps and went out Into the ball to meet him. "Is It lndlgostlont" she asked, and wondered why he seemed to avoid looking at her. I'm goln to take her along to tbe hospital," he said. "Hospital?" Georgle' eyes grew wide with alarm. "She'll get proper attention there,' be promised her. "And she can not be nursed here. I'll call In on my way back and they'll send the ambulance." "Ambulance!" Oeorgle gasped. For Indigestion?" "I'm afraid It's something a little more serious than Indigestion," Dr. Dndd said. "But you need not worry; she'l! be all right" GBOROM, felt a If tbe ground was slipping from beneath her feeL Lovelock seriously 1111 What was she to do without her? "Don't look so alarmed," tbe doo tor said again smiling a little: be laid a hand on ber shoulder, "Where Is your uncle?" he asked. "At the Boar' Head, 1 think." They looked at one another tor a moment, then the doctor said. "Why didn't you stay In America, Oeor gle?" She shook her head dumbly. "Tbls Is not the place for you," he told her. Why did everyone say that? Oeorgle wondered. It's the only place I've got," she answered. Well, well" be patted ber shoulder and turned away. "I'll call In and tell your uncle," he said. "He won't care," she answered dispiritedly! she followed him to the door. "Is Mr. Boyd very 111 J" she ven tured when he was well outside m the dark garden. "Boyd? Boyd? Oh, no he's not vary 11L Trouble with bis log, that's all. Well, I'll be getting along." She stood looking after him till he had driven away and the night was all quiet again, then she went slowly upstairs to Mrs. Lovelock. "They're going to take you to the hospital," she said gently. Mrs. Lovelock did not speak or move, and touched with some Impulse which she could not explain Oeorgle took the woman's work-roughened hand In bers. "Is the pain very bad?" she asked, and was horrified to see slow tears crooning from .beneath the closed lids. Lovelock crying! Uoorgle's own eyes wore suddenly wot And tor the next hour life wa like a bad dream; the ambulance which she bad hitherto only con nected with road accidents, stand ing at the gate, and two strange men carrying Lovelock away on a strotcher, "It cant be true," Oeorgle ioM hersolf as she went back Into the empty house and closed the door. She went to th kitchen becao It seemed the most cheery spot rnd knelt down by the fire, shivering a little. She knew that her uncle would be furloua; he hated anything that disturbed the selfish routine ot his life; he would rave and what Mrs. Lovelock always called "carry on." Nelly wouldn't be able to oome down for the week-end now; every thing would be different disor ganised. Oeorgle drew np the high-backed obalr with the rod cushion In which Mrs. Lovelock always sat and olosed her eyes. The silence and the warmth ot the Are on her face were soothing; proeently sbe slepL She was awakened by tbe crash ing of the front door; a crash that seemed to shake the house and which sent her to her teot still halt asloep and trembling In every limb. fCopyrtpar, Jl Jl, Donbledan Vonn) fete. ieeH doors a herd Mono) tomorrow.- E T SALEM, June 30. (AP) Endorse ment of the truck ownen and farm- ere protective uaocl&tlon'a campaign egelnst the new truck and bus law wee contained In a resolution issued here today by the legislative com mittee at the Oregon state grange. The resolution, submitted by the transportation committee of the grange and approved by Morton Tompkins, Sam Brown and W. Z. Burke of the legislative committee, urges grange members throughout the state to lend "their moral sup port and assist in every way possi ble In widening Vie scope and In fluence" of the protective associa tion. Senator Peter Zimmerman al so approved the resolution. Bis me for enactment of the truck and bus bill by the last legislature Is laid la the resolution to the com bined lobbies of the railroads and the large truck and bus operators. NSW ORLEANS. -June 30. (UP) A mother Muscovy duck In Audubon park too has given sooIoglsU some thing to wonder about. Building a nest high In the branches of an old oak tree., she hatched out tier brood. Zoologist declared It waa an unprecedented case In all "duck history.' - Never before, they said, had they known a duck to nest in a tree. In preference to the usual nest built among reeds on the ground. When the mother duck waa ready to t&xe the little ones to the park pool, she carried tbe first one down ( vf hm narfc workers said. Than she puahed the other tea out of the nest, ratner Loan cmtj uva down. t Pierce's Hot Bouse tomatoes at your grocer's. Tbe quality la Ana and the; price la right. S'MATTER POP By C. M. PAYNE Wr-rtR. ( -p, 6 ( 7!w" OK-urr. Jjgll (Copyright, '19"33,'by Wo"Htt gyndlctto, IQ"-fe3 PANTAGES' DAUGHTER IS EXPECTING STORK HOLLYWOOD, June ao (UP) Mrs. John Oonsldln, Jr., the former Car men Pantages, I eapectlng the birth ot a child next November, Oonsldln revealed today. He I aoaoclat pro ducer at Mctro-Qoldwyn-Mayer stu dlo. His wife Is th daughter of Alexander Pantagrs, theater magnate. The Conaldlnos were inserted Febru ary 14, 1932. Real estate or iuouimos La? St to Jones. Phono 096 17MGLEY'ST r SWEETENS Y SWEETENS BREATH .VTATA 1 1 THE NEIGHBORHOOD BASEBALL By GLUYAS WILLIAMS! 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