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ISfEDFOED MATTJ TRTETjyE, rEPFORH.' OREGON, FRIDAT, SEPTEMBER 29,' 1933. 1 i Outrageous Fortune SYNOPSIS! A men hat . ptoked tip oh tht tea thort If.-. tht wreck of tht AHct Ardtn. At Eliton hotpital ht mumblet tome thing about "Jimm., RiddeW and "like a ehtld't green beads," and about emtraldt. Netta Rlddell gott in response to a broadeatt inquiry, and heart him talking. She da elaret he it her- Kueband. and r movet him to her brotheft houst in Ledltngton, Carolint Leigh rtoohet tht hotpital alttr tht man Am bttn taken anal; tht hoped ht might bt her coutln, Jim Ran dal. Bht cannot imagint why Nesta would identity tht wrong hueband, but determinet to tract tht matter down when tht nurse telle her a tcrap ot paper with "Carolint" on it wat in tht man't pocket. Tht man waket. and talkt with Nesta. Chapter Seven "MY WIFE NO!" t?OR a moment 1 wu the fog which m pressing against his eyes the fog; sot his own hand. And be hind the fog things moved vague, horrible things. He Jerked himself out ot the fog and flung out his hand. "No I can't remember." "What nothlngr "No no " "Not your own name?" "I don't know "Your name's Jim Rlddell," said Nesta sharply. The name came back to him like i faint echo from somewhere In his .juked at her with something .. grim In bis expression. "Will you kindly tell me who you are?" The color rose In her cheeks. She looked away from hjm. "I'm Nesta." "I'm afraid that tells me nothing." "Nesta Rlddell." She risked a ldeways glance. That three days' ;eard gave blm a savage look. . . . It wasn't only the beard. . . , She stayed where she was, but It needed an effort not to Jnmp up and get nearer the door. "And still that tells me nothing," he said In a carefully controlled voice.' Nesta sprang to her feet and flung out her hands. , "I'm your wife. Jimmy you can't have forgotten me!" HE had known what she was go ing to say; before she said It he had braced himself to take the shock. When It came, It actually steadied blm. He felt as cold as Ice and as quiet as If he were dead. He said Just above his breath, "My wife no " ' Sbe burst Into angry tears. Take It whatever way you like. It was a slap In the face. Nesta did not take kindly to being slapped. She felt no Impulse to turn the other cheek. "Yes your wife! What else did 'I'm your wife, Jimmy!" mind. It was us If someone had ipoken It from behind that deaden' Ing tog. She said, "Your name Is Jim Rlddell," and something in his , own mind answered her, He said the name aloud: "Jim" Then with more confidence, "Yes Jim." "Jim Rlddell," said Nesta firmly. He preferred Jim to Jimmy any day of the week. Jim Rlddell . , . He left the name and began to go over what she had said. He took the aslest part first. ' "Yon brought me here yesterday? j! can't remember anything about "You needn't worry about that They gave you some kind ot a sleeping-draught to take you over the move, and when we got here you had a good drink ot hot milk and off you went again llki a baby." "Why did you bring me beret" JIls voice was quiet and direct. Nesta's dark eyebrows rose. "That's a funny thing to aak. Where else should I take you? We'd agreed to give London a miss, hadn't we?" He groped for memories of Lon don. "London?" "You're not going to say you've forgotten London I" "I've forgotten everything. I" His hand closed upon the edge ot the bed. He shut his eyes for a mo ment, giddy with the sense ot empty spsce all round him. There were no landmarks, nothing to steer by, no horlson line, no faintest, farthest star. THE woman who sat on the end of the bed looking at him was also actual, but somehow sot so reassuring. He didn't like her vary much. He didn't like the way she was dressed, or the way she did her hair, or those near-set eyes ot hers. He supposed she was hsndsome, but he didn't like her. Sbe bad a black dress with little magonta and yellow aqulggles on It Ths pattern hurt his eyes. Her voice cut sharply across bis thought a bright voice with an edge to It "You're sot going to tell me rou've forgotten me, Jimmy!" . you think? How dare you think any thing else and In my own brotber'i bouse!" "I bog your pardon you mlsun derstand me. I simply have no rec ollection ot you at all." He should have left It at that, but he wenl on, his calm broken a little, "I can't I can't believe " "You can't believe and you can't remember? Well, how much can you remember? How did you come here, If you're not my husband? Why, Tom and I went to the hospital and fetched you away I" She dashed the angry tears from her eyes with tbe back of her hand. It was the gesture of a furious child. The tears were real, and so was the choke In her voice as she flung open the door and called, "Mini Mint Come here!" She stood aside as the girl in the blue smock ran In. Mln came to a standstill about a yard Inside the door, looking timidly from Nesta to the bed. , "Perhaps you'll believe Mln, If you won't bollove me." Nesta wasn't erylng now, but her color was high and her eyes bright "What Is It?" said Mln In a be wildered voice. "Tell him who he Is!" said Nesta sharply. "Jimmy? Why, Jimmy Ridden."' "Tell him who I am." Mln began to look frightened. "Why, Nesta." "Nesta what?" "Nesta Rlddell." She took a step towards the bed. "What's the mat ter? Don't you remember?" She spoke sweetly and pitifully. He shook his hetd, watching them both, holding himself In. "Oh dearl Don't you know Nesta? Oh dearl" He spoke then, quite quietly. "I've lost my memory. I don't know either ot yon. You say I'm Jim Rlddell?" "Oh yes." "And that Is Nesta Rl(! "Oh dear, yes." "What Is she to me?" "Oh, she's your wife," said Mln and burst out crying. (Copyright, till, . B. Llnpktootl Oo., Jim truoglci, toiherrew, for a elue from th past. GARBO BUYS ESTATE IN NATIVE SWEDEN 0TOCKHOIAI. flwedn, Sept. 30 (JD Greta oarbo Du purchased a large Mtnte near Stockholm and haa given instruction to a leading con tractor to build a chateau on it. GRANTS PASS, Ore., Sept. M. fl) A black bear'a lttaatiabla deaire lor honey proved his undoing. The bruin raided the J. P. Cox farm, the (warm ing beea attracted neighbors, who dis covered the raider, chaaed him into uil tre and ahot him down. E BOSTON. Sept. (p) Three robbera snatched three pouchea ot registered mall containing valuables worth 153000 from a moving jitney truck at the South Station Thursday, but left behind other mall sacks con taming approximately $100,000. A check of postal officials dis closed the robbers had obtained a sack destined for a Newport, B. I., savings bank containing three nego tiable bonds worth 92000 and other Items worth $500 more. A second sack contained 37 pieces of mall for Cape Cod points,. valued at 997. and a third, containing 950 In pennies for a Tauton, Mass., bank, and other mall. WASHINGTON, Sept. 29. (ffi) It was authoritatively Indicated by the public works administration to day that approval will be given the Bonneville, Ore., dam project GOLD HOARDING NEW YORK. Sept. 39. (p A plea of not guilty was entered today by Frederick B. Campbell, New York attorney and clubman, to an Indict ment charging blm with violation of the president's order of August 28 against the hoarding of gold. Ball was zlfed at 91000 and Camp bell given until next Thursday to file a demurrer or necessary motion on the indictment. Campbell la the first person prose cuted under the executive order. In view of Vila, said United States At torney George Z. Medalle. It was to the Interest of the government to permit early disposition of ths esse. ORANGE, Texas, Sept. 29. (UP) The noise of nls grandchildren was blamed tonight for the death of Jaa. Cruse, 72. Cruse stamped out of hla son's bouse saying he was going home "and blow my brains out. S'MATTER POP By C. M. PAYNE f u-rsi3! VoiveJM ty$6$$ l7,tf rlrSrf.T3 TOO M A N Vj J"PoT, sjlc MUlh. CoUNT 7 O'Ue.STIOKJS i fwie-4ow MAKIV ) MB.Tt IyV "Tl',rM EA'Y!7f " S ASK1 Tui'TStFeyReO- i-T Its a Fuwwwt4im6. I Ntve-H. FookiD out ovj to s-Ho-r oer-( CANT tU jJffiwU'l& 5MAt7t7, f lT-3 A V UMkNt4in 6-fl How manv I ASK i- WM) ffiMgftS "Po9 1 NtveR. TounD out i V Don't coowt rdVh ig&tC. 7 ' 4oito sloTeFf( TELL? MAVUB, j SZ. W ( . VTStM MAC'"eS " wfr- (Copyrighti 19,13, by Tin Bell Syndicate, Inn.) tl THE MINUTE THAT SEEMS A YEAR feuWAb By GLUYAS WILLIAMS. , . 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