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MEDFORD MAIL TRIBUTE, SIEDFORD, OREGON, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 28, 1933.
Outrageous Fortune
ga hf RaVuela iVtutWrfXA
JYSOPBIBl The i.
.tin found on the tcre nit r thr
.vrech of the Alic Arden ie Ht
more of a problem, Neeta Riddel .
hat gone to the hospital, heard hUn,
babbling ot emerald 01 ' murder,
and taken him home at her hue- .
band. Jimmy Riddell. Caroline
Leigh think he may be Jim Ran.
dal, her dietant coujln, until ehe
hoar of Noeta. Than eh learnt a
torap of a letter tea found in the
man?e pocket, tigned Caroline, and
tuddenly her hopet rite again. She
cannot underetand why Setta Rid,
dell would claim the wrong hue,
band, out daahee off In pureutt
weverthelete. The nuree at the hot-
Sital where the man had beengivee
aroUnt a paper to hand iieeta,
one h'eeta had dropped in leaving.
Chapter Six
THE AWAKENING
""pIDES rising and falling waves
A rockinj and a lonf dream that
rocked with them rocking rock
ing. He waa swinging like a pendn
lam between the dream and aome
vague waking state awing, swing
out and back again oat and back
again.
When he awung ont, there was a
sense ot light and women's Tolces;
but when he swung back, there waa
the rise and tall ot water, and black
fog, and only one voice, thafmever
topped.
There was sunlight In the room,
...j an older woman with dark
hair and a high color. She cam
across the room, sat down on the
edge ot his bed, and smiled a ready
made smile.
"Weil, Jimmy so you're a wake r
she aald.
He felt an Immediate prickle at
Irritation. Her eye were too close
together. Who waa ahe? And what
was she doing calling him Jimmy?
He loathed being called Jimmy.
"Well?" said Kesta Riddell in her
hard bright voice. "You look pounds
better. You've slept round the dock,
you know. Are you hungry? You
ought to be. Mln's getting you some
thing." He said, speaking slowly and with
a sort of frowning Intensity,
"Why did you call me Jimmy!"
Nesta Riddell stared.
"Isn't It yonr name?"
THE frown became a sheer strain
ing effort to find an answer to
that And It beat him. He dldnt
know he didn't know what his
name was. He knew that he bated
being called Jimmy. That stuck out
like a corner In his mind, bnt he
couldn't get round it
"Look here," said Keeta Riddell,
"You wait till you've had something
to eat Here's another pillow for
you. An'd If I were you I shouldn't go
"Why did you call me JlmmyTJ"
lantlng across the bed In whloh he
lay. As he moved, someone else
moved too. There was a aott hurry
ot footsteps. A blind came down with
a click and the sun waa shut out
His arm dropped.,
He rose on his elbow, and saw a
girl turning back from the window,
a very pretty girl with silver flaxen
hair and big pale blue eyes. She wore
a blue smock, and she was looking at
him rather as a small child looks at
tiger In a cage. v
She said "Oh I" in a soft, breath
less way and edged towards the door.
He sat up, closed his eyes tor a
moment and then opened them
again. The girl had almost reached
the door.
"I say don't go," ha said In an
alarmed voice.
The girl stood where she was.
"I'll tell Nesta," she said.
He repeated the name.
"Who's Nesta?"
SHE looked really terrified when he
aald that
"Oh please" she began.
"I say, don't look so frightened I
only want to know where I am."
This waa apparently something
that could be answered. A little mod
est pride displaced her timidity.
"You're at our place Tom's and
mine. I'm MIn." r .
"Oh" He was expected to know
who Tom waa . , , Tom and MIn. He
certainly didn't, but It was obvious
that he ought to.
The girl said again, "I'll tell
Nesta," and got aa far aa turning
the handle of the door, when he
topped her.
"No do wait a moment Can't
yon tell me what's happened? I
don't know I" His voice stopped
dead. He didn't know. What didn't
hs know?
He shut his eyes and tried to
pierce the fog til at filled his mind.
He had had a dream about tog, and
a dream about a voice. He had left
the voice behind in the dream, but
the fog had come with him. It filled
his brain. He groped In it and found
nothing.
. At the sound of the closing door
he opened his eyes again. MIn was
gone, and where she had been
standing there was now someone
bothering my head about things at
present"
The pillow was comfortable. He
relaxed against It, .conscious ot a
swimming head. Then MIn came In
with a tray, and he found that he
was faint with hunger.
Nesta watched him eat and drink.
When he had finished, she took away
the tray and came back to her seat
on the bed.
"Well?" she said, "feeling better?"
"Yes, thank you."
"Want to talk?"
"Yea"
"All right go ahead"
That waa easier aald than done.
Where were you to begin when you
had no landmarks? He went baok
to the question he had asked before.
"Do you mind telling me where
I am?"
You're at Tom's place in Led-
Ungton. '
He opened hie eyea upon her very
directly.
And who la Tom?"
My brother," aald Nesta Riddell.
Then she laughed a little. "Come,
Jimmy you're not jrolng to say
you've forgotten Tom?"
He put his hand up to his head.
"I can't remember. Have I had a
crack on the head?"
She nodded, watching him.
"Do you mind telling me how I
got here?"
"You really dont remember? Well
I'll go back to a week ago. You know
what had happened. You said you'd
got to get off the map tor a bit I
was to come here, and you were go
ing to work up the coast to Glasgow.
I dont know what name yon went
under, but you were on the Alice
Arden when she got driven aehore
on the Bliton sands. There was a
gale first and then an awful tog,
and she broke up against the cliffs.
Very few people were saved. They
took you Into the Klston cottage hos
pital, and Tom and I fetohed you
away yesterday. Can't you really re
member anything about It?"
His hand went up to his eyes and
pressed on them. He said,
Tom " His voloe choked on the
word. Then, In a duH whisper, "I re
memberthe fog."
(Copyright, 1111, J. J. lIpphtooM o,l
eTuaotf. Mends?, te pa
member Ala part.
LINDY KIDNAP HOAX
INTERMEDIARY DIES
WASHINGTON. Sept. 88 (P)
The Rev. Francis J. Hurney, 47, who
had been Identified tor years with
the Catholle actors guild ot America
and who acted as Intermediary be-
0ALBM, Ore. (UP) Quiet, peace
and safety back on the old farm have
been praised In so tig and story. But
songs and stories do not have to be
scientifically and statistically accur
ate. State agricultural officials report
about 8.000 accidental deaths occur'
each year among those employed on
terms In this country. That's about
20 per cent of all the so-called occu
pational accidents, much greater than
1 the farmer's share In proportion
to the numbers engaged.
"As a matter of fact, what with op
erating farm machinery, handling
fractious hones, and other onery livestock,-
the farmer's life Involves a
ood deal of dally risk", aald the of
ficials. "More farmers are killed by
farm animals than by automobiles."
Besting costs can be reduced. For
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SALEM. Ore. (UP) Tourists visiting
Oregon this year are fewer than In
1933 or 1931, but they are, probably
leaving more money than on either
of the former years, according to the
Oregon Motor association.
Tourists this year are of higher eco
nomic order tnan those coming be
fore, said A. E. Shearer of the asso
ciation directorate. Shearer said few
tourists are carrying their own camp
ing outfits this year, most of them
stopping st camp ground cabins In
stead. Average length ot visits In the
state la longer than before.
Didn't Mls O. A. R. Reunion
KEENAH, Wis. (UP) The last
survivor of the civil war living here,
Thad Sheerln, although suffering
from a broken shoulder received la
a fall, attended the national con
ventlon of the Grand Army of tb.
Republlo at Minneapolis.
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By GLENN CHAFF EN
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tvreen Mrs. Bdvrard B. Mc&ean and
asston B. Means In the Lindbergh
kldnaplnh hoax, died today. Ha waa
raator of Immaculate. Oonoeptlon
church.
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