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PAGE TWELVE MEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE, MEDFORD, OREGON, FRIDAY, APRIL 27, 1934. Judith Lane t J K AWE BOWMAN tsrNOPSlS: JudltH Dale has re turned to Houston from the Hio niabla dam. She is buildino the dam with Tom Bevlne money, left her tor the purpose. Ana me ts in Hire, Kevins and Uathile. her Houston to fight the wilt contest brought by llorton Lumpers lor Anunhter. Rhs hns Aliitned OUt to her old home Hillendale. early in the morning, and has seen some' one she thinks mifht be her hue' band Norman, who. after siding naalnst her and with ths flel-Oif heirs, has disappeared. Chapter 41 SURPRISE TUDITH was delighted to aee Clla, J but wondered at ber early call, Ince It was barely elgbt o'clock. Then the was surprised to aee Judge Morgan being admitted. Clla kept conversation clipping along at a lively rate until breakfast was over, then accompanied Cun ard, Morgan and Judith Into Cun ard's atudy. "We want to dlscusa the coming contest," explained the Judge. "I don't want you to go to the wltneaa tand unprepared." "Oh, by the way, when does the ease open? : "This morning, at ten o'cloclc." "This morning," gasped Judith. "Why didn't you tell me?" . "Didn't want you to develop any nerves' waiting (or the ordeal. And Miss Judith, It's apt to be that Lam- pere Isn't a pleasant person to have Dn the opposing side." "But aren't there things I should know, should do? And why didn't yesterday's newspapers say any thing about It, or am I no longer news?" "You're nows," Clla contributed, "but thanks to Canflll's desire to murder his wife, the rest of the sheets overlooked the date. We are carrying a alory this morning." "As (or you knowlnr things and doing things," said Judge Morgan, "all you need to do is act natural and you know all that Is necessary lor you to know." "About all you'll need to do," of fered Cunard, "Is hang onto your temper with both hands. And now It you'll dress and tell Mrs. Cunard we're ready, she'll stay with you during the trial aa. Clla Is one ot our Important witnesses and can't be present until after she's testified " "And If yon think that Isn't being martyr," interposed Clla, "you don't know nothln' no-how. Imagine me, Clla Sanford, sitting In an ante room when Lampere't In action." I Judith laughed and with her friend went to her room. She asked Selphy to bring a smart street (rock she had purchased before leaving town the previous spring. "Don't you do It,- Delphy, bring that outfit I picked out this morn. lng, and bring In those hats I had sent out yesterday." Then to Judith, "Listen, girl friend, look at me. the veteran ot a thousand court wars. You've got to look like the forgot ten woman and not like a hosiery ad." Lamnere will probably try to make them believe Mathlle got that head of platinum hair for nothing . . turned grey with the shock ot ber father's death. They'll be feel ing sorry for her and they won't be able to feel sorry for you It you ap pear looking like the five million you're supposed to have." Clla bad been working as she talked and by the time she had fin ished, with Delphy'a assistance, bad Judith dressed to her satisfaction. "Now take a look," she said and spun Judith around to a mirror. . TpHB ensomble Clla had chosen 1 was a dark blue sheer one. Clla bad added a vest ot white cambric, a turned-down collar, and turned back cuffs ot the same material. "I do look efficient," proclaimed Judith, not displeased, tor buslnesa clothes had been her armor against the world before. Clla wavered between two hats. One drooped, hiding her eyes and giving her a demure, childish look, the other tat trimly on ber boyish bob, giving her a buslness-llko air. "Efllelency wins," decided Clla with a sigh, "and now to war," Driving Into town Judith, silent for the most part, asked ber (rlend one question "How did It bappen that you didn't frighten Lam pere out ot handling tho case at all?" "Couldn't. Didn't dare interfere with the 'pursuance ot Justice' and he knew IU He also knew that 1 was the only one who had overheard his talk with Marltellan, and It would take '. sal proof to convict either one ot anything; proof I wasn't ready to produce." They reached the courthouse. Judith looked up at the grey stone building. Thought of how many times she had gone with Clla to "sit-in" on a case. It had been In teresting, more fascinating than any theater. . Judith heard the whispers, tney burned Into her ears and she won dered If they weren't seared on her heart as well. "There she goes . , . that's her, the millionaire stenographer," A flock of news-photographers de scended on them "Clla, will she pose, Mrs. Dale, do you mind?" "0 course she'll pose, and you, Mrs. Cunard?" asked Clla, "do you mind?" "I do mind," answered Mrs. Cun ard, with a tiny frown which van ished In a smile, "but under the circumstances I'll be proud to pose wl" her." "Don't make her smile," barked Clla at one enterprising jwung man, "we don't want folks to think she's enjoying this. Now that's enough. You're all had good shots . . . come on folks." Judge Morgan and Justin Cunard, who had driven In behind them, came up and escorted them to the room In which the will contest was to be held. They needed an escort, the ball was crowded. Judith looked upon the court room with new vision. It was no longer an amphitheater for comedy or tragedy. It was a room in which Judith Lane-Dale was to face twelve men and make tbem know that the Rio Diablo Dam was not a crazy man's dream, but a reality which provided labor for three hundred men and would provide a controlled water supply for rich lands where citrus gToves would flourish. She felt tlie-responsibility keenly as she took ber seat. Judge Morgan and Cunard were talking with some ot the strange men who seemed to mill about by the dozen. Clla de serted ber for a moment to stop at the press table, buzzing with voices. THE buzzing changed Its location as Clla started hunk, for thm crowd followed her to Judith's chair. "Interviews, gladly at the first recess," she said and sent them back satisfied. What you going to tell them?" questioned Clla, uneasily, "now go" "I'm going to tell them," Inter rupted Judith, "all about Itlo Diablo Dam, about Tommy Scog- glna and Timothy Scoflold, about the lovelorn vaquero who keeps me swake at night trying to entertain Maria Consuelo Dlago, with his love songs." "You're not so dumb," wss Clla's wry comment, then "sb, after while turn around, not now, they've seen me looking at them. . . . Mrs. Bevlns and Mathlle Just came In bearing down on Lampere so hard It's a wonder he could support them. Ye gods and small surf fish, look at the weods." Judith didn't look around. She wouldn't, she woul,'. not . . . invol untarily she turned, met the blazing hatred In the eyes of Mathlle Bev tns, Ignored It and looker on, past Mrs. Bevlns' frigid poise, to Lam pere. He was debonair, smart In a meticulously tailored suit, con scious of the power which bad come flowing In through the wells In Scathborne'a field. He seemed to personify success. He had been talking to' Mrs. Bevlns. Now ho stood looking over the men who had been called on tbe Jury panel. A reporter came up and be leaned over to speak to him with Just tbe right degree ot affability and seri ousness. Judith looked at Judge Morgan, a bit fat, a bit careless about the press ot h)s clothes, gold-rlmmed spectacles balanced unsteadily on his long nose. What chance had he against Lampere? Clla Sanford waa motioned Into another room and a moment later came a warning hush, the Judge came out of his chambers and ascended the bencb. Not Marltellan, a visiting Judge from another county. The will contest was on. Drearily It dragged Its way aa the prospeo tlve jury men were called, ques tioned and excused, called, ques tioned and challenged, called, ques tioned and accepter Judith talked to the reporters during the first re cess, went to lunch wltb her coun sel at noon, and came back to the courtroom tor further tedious work. As Judith listened to the ques tions she was glad she was In the soutu where women on a Jury were not favored. No woman could have looked wltb unprejudiced eyes at the other woman," as Judith waa to he called. At four-thlrly the twelve men tried and true were Impanelled and the alternative chosen. Judith studied them Intently, (Copyright, by Jeanne OowmonJ Tomorrow, tho trial goto undor way. Bonneville House Bids Are Opened PORTLAND, April 87. (API With a bid ot 161. 088, the George H. Wnle company of Portland hero I low when proposals were opened here I Wednesday for construction of 901 permanant liouaes at Bonneville dam. as quarters tor attendants. The houses, each of two-story con atructlon, will be ot the English type. Each building will be different. 4 Be correctly corseted to an Artut Model by Ethelwyn B Hoffmann. 'ALL IN' WRESTLING AS YANKS ENJOY IT By A1AX GOULT) (Aaeoclated Press Sport Editor.) It vim that the British have been persuaded to try MalMn -wrestling," which presumably is native for catch-as-catch-can grunting and groaning. The Sporting Searchlight of London deplores an apparent skepticism, pointing out that "during the past lew months more than 100,000 peo ple have witnesses all-in wrestling bouts In New York" and that "100, 000 Americans can't be wrong." For the benefit of the doubting Tommies, the Searchlight visualizes the scenes connected with the busi ness in America as follows: "Crowds are swarming 'round Madi son Square Garden every week. And every week the crowd Is getting big ger. Picture the scene. Row upon rove of flushed, eager faces surrounding the flood-lit ring. Every eye focused on two giants, sweating, straining. battling for physical supremacy , . . At the close of the entertainment a well -satisfied multitude leave the building . . , There are no fiascos, no one-punch winners as In boxing. "Over here. continues the Search light, "the sport Is still in Its Infancy, And It Is no scc,ret that a section of the Press still views all-ln wrestllhg with rather dubious eyes. Their at titude Is characteristic of our race. We always dislike the new. We dis trust that which threatens to upset our Ideas on sport." Pertah the distrustful thought and let 'em have their fun I STRICT SMUT RULE ILL BE LIGHTENED PORTLAND, Ore., April 27. (AT) A telegram was received here today by the Merchants' exchange from Congressman Walter M. Pierce of Oregon, stating that Secretory of Ag riculture Wallace will amend a pre vious order Imposing more strict smut regulations on wheat. "Please notify all concerned that Secretary Wallace is signing an amendment to the previous order making the former practice effective as a rule, allowing 14 smut balls in stead of ten," the message said. SUBURBAN HEIGHTS By GLUYAS WILLIAMS Taffeta Choice Evening Frocks PXIUS (AP) The Comtesse de Va'l lombrosa Is one of a number of smart Parisians wio are wearing bright taf feta evening frocks this spring. She wears a gown of the crisp silk In red, yellow and green checks. With It she wears an evening wrap of bottle green velvet lined with pink silk. I -rT lot -today i f GASOLiMfcT JOctfrHgbt, 193. by The Bell Syndicate, lac.) 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