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PAGE srx JII ; ;;D MAIL TRIBTTNT!,' JfEDFORD, OKEGOy, MONDAY, APRIL 30, 1934. Judith Lane bu J HAWK HOW MAN Chapter 43 ON THE 8TAND JUDITH arose and rushed away to a far corner. She bad no business listening, but to whom could be be talking? Judge Morgun probably, he would be Interested li. how she was feeling. Lator that morning, as she was dressing, she thought again of the conversation. The line, "she hadn't expected that kind of an attack." Well, she hadn't. She sent Delphy for the wide brimmed hat and pulled Jt low over her face. She would at least have that protection, It Laitr pore came In with other unjUBt ac cusations. At the court room she discovered that Lampere had oioved the chairs of tho Bovlns' women forward so tbnt thoy faced Judith across a wide table, in fact, so that every time sbe looked towards the jury box, ber gaze would be Intercepted by tbe hatred which seemed to dwell eter nally In Mathlle's eyes. "An old trick, we'll fii that," said Judge Morgan, end moved his cli ent's chair back to the end of tbe table so that she nat lt full view, but only by deliberately turning their backs to tbe Judge, could the Bovlns women stare their opponent out of countenance. The morning was used by Lam pere to eatabllBh his claim that Tom : Bovlns was mentally ill during the last year of his life. To prove this be called the Bevlns servants, personal friends. Dr. Kenneth Kelly was placed on the stand to testify to the naturo of Tom Bevlns' illness and to admit that sucb an lllnoss could cause a mental reaction, even an ad vanced state of dementia. ''That will be all," said Lampere. "But, Mr. Lampere." objectod Dr. Kelly, "In testifying I want It under stood that whore Tom Bovlns was concerned" "That will be all," repeated Lara pero, "I will call tbe noxt wit ness . , ." he glanced towards Judith; sbe was trembling with Indignation, anger. Her wide grey eyes were bril liant with tears. "Miss Lane , , , I beg your pardon, Mrs. Dnlo, will you kindly take the stand?" i "Y OUR ' Honor," Judge Morgan Judgo by the time (.ampere's voice had stopped. "Mr. Ijampeio forgets that my client Is not the defendant His work here Is to prove.tho fallacy of the will, not to persecu'to Its pres ent benoilclary." Judith touched his arm, "I don't mind, Judge Morgan, I'm ready now." Judith took her actvt looking at Lampere with a calm gate which should have btcn disconcerting. "MIbs, er, Mrs. Dale, when did you first meet Tom Bovlns?" "1 don't remember exactly." "Oh, come now, maybe 1 can re fresh your memory. What yoar did yon leave college?" "But I'd met him years bofore that He was my father's partner when I wasn't more than a yoar old. 1 believe my first recollection of him 'was when 1 was five or six. He 'brought me a doll and gave the tore hum's boy a toy engine with flat core." "Very pretty story." laughed Lain pcro, then with elaborate sarcasm, "and of course you can prove It." "Yes," answered Judith, and mo tioned Judge Morgan to hand her a letter, yoilowed with ago. liMtmtr Kainrtl. WASHINGTON, April 30 (API Tilt poetotflca department toddy an- Ecklcy m noting postmaster ot La' Grande, Oregon. Phona 6(2. We'll haul awaj your refuae. city Sanitary Serric. "Your honor, I would like to enter this as exhibit A," said Morgan, be fore releasing tbe letter to Judith. "It Isn't necessary to read It," barked Lampere. "But you asked for proof," re turned Judith sweetly, "this letter Is to my father, telling him another train, flat cars and toy derrick are en route to me. Tbe date la" "I'll pass that, Mrs. Dale. When did you next meet Tom BevlnsT" "I saw him frequently during my childhood until father went to South America and I started In college. Be cause of my mother's death when I was ten years old, 1 went Into the Bold with my father, t bad every In tention of becoming an engineer so" "IV I RS. DALE, I am not asking for 1VI y0ur ufe'a history, 1 am ask ing you about yoar relations with Tom Bovlns. When did you first be come intimately acquainted with Mr. Bovlns?" "I received word of my father'! death while 1 was In school. Mr. Bevlns was In Austin at the time and heard of It He came to me and offered to help me In any way be could." "How did he help you?" "By advising me what to do." ' "Come now, Mrs. Dale, do you mean you didn't accept money from him at the time?" "I did not I was very young and very proud. My father had goni against Big Tom's advice In going to South America and had lost what monw he bad by doing so. I felt II would be disloyal to my father'i memory to accept money." "Why, then, did you try to forct your way Into his home?" "I didn't!" . . "Oh yes you did. Vou came down there bag and baggage, descended on Mrs. Bevlns, and made yoursell thoroughly at home. Didn't you, Mrs. Dale . . . honost, now, didn't you?" "Mr. Bovlns suggested I stay with them while I went to business school." "But you didn't." "Not after I heard Mrs. Bevlns say she wouldn't have me around the house." "And then didn't you and Tom Bovlns go Into a huddle and decide you were to come Into his office at the firs' opportunity?" "No," returned Judith, calmly, "I only Intended working at stenogra phy until I bad earned enough to complete my college course." "Then why didn't you do that, stead of hanging around the million aire engineer?" "Because after I had worked there a short time I realised I was learn ing more about engineering than I could learn In college. 1 was earning as much as a young woman engineer could learn and I was happy and contented." "Mrs. Dale, prior to your marrlags and when you were living In your pent house, was It not true that Tom bevlns was a constant visitor there?" "Yes, be was," answered Judith readily, "the most welcome visitor who came", "Mrs. Dale, would It embarrass you too much to tell the jury why Mr. Bevlns called on you so often?" "No." Judith caught her ander Up in a quick smile, "he came to eat slumgulllon." fCopvrtcM. IJ. 6v JyoNMS Bowman) Tomorrow, Judlth'i ordtal eon tlnuoi. 4Jiiw.U uoftuo 0,1111 !.imam nun luXiiim uMnno .., pu,tt ,twv . 0) q,not ,,,j,poln -f. WINDOW OLAS3 Wt wll window glue and will reptar your Broken wlndowa rtaaonaoly. Trowbridge Co met Worm FIRS! BABY BOY OF JACKSONVILLE IS NOW AGED 81 GRANTS PAJSS (Spl.) The flrfct lusty boy-baby yell to be drowned Jn the medley of noise that filled the air of the colorful mining town In Jacksonville In 1853, came from trie lungs of Cornelius J, Armstrong now of Grant Pass, who will mark down his eighty-second birthday next Feb ruary. "If it hadn't ben that a girl, mi ri me Taylor, was born two weeks before I was. I would also have ben the first white child to call Jacksonville his birthplace," Armstrong said recently, j (Straight, alert, Armstrong does not ' use glasses, his hearing Is apparently ' good, and his hair retains a reddish tinge. The family Bible baring his name, the date and place of his birth, Is carefully kept In a safe place In his little cottage at Ardencralg, home of ft, M. O. Weill on Redwood highway near here. His parents, R. O, Armstrong, and Minerva Jane, made the trip by prat rle schooner from Iowa to Oregon in exactly six months, arriving In Jack sonville In 1B52. Their party Included nine, wagons, Armstrong remembers his father telling him. The Armstrong family resided on & ranch two and one-half miles north of Jacksonville for man - years. Cor nelius has two sisters, both. Living In Portland. They are Miss Emma Alice Armstrong and Mrs. Martha Fleck. - Armstrong, a native Oregonlan, has- S MATTER POP VeT f( rflW3.A-7 SOLOTIOM. TEL J ( ) ( JP APTCTSL. ) P' J) SOTCE . 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City and near-by territory, and an rTrnT77TvITI HI VTITl fVm Ei.AH-BLAH-BLAH- t fiAW THIS PICTURE IM DEMJEE. - W- A,H - a. AH --JOU PROBABLE THINK. TUe DI26.T2EL &END6E. l& "HE MORUtB&K-DU l In the end it turns . o, if U-l PUT fiJP i1BlH- - HAIRED WdMLO PLACER ' nounced that & large number of res- ldentn In that section plan to attend j the Oregon Diamond Jubilee here In ; June. ; J Mr. Reed, a ranger with the Rogue j River National forest, spent some time viewing the logging of redwoods w.hlch were put on the boats to be milled at Coos Bay and also Port Or ford cedars, which were being ship ped to Japan. j Fine weather was enjoyed by the Reed family during the stay on the coast.. They contacted many people In the district, the majority saying they were coming .here for the Jubi lee. ' klCMEE. &AUJ AMV1UIMS- KES-P CSOINCt LIKE THAT A60lInE WITH "TefcPAETwNL. 'u4 COMPOSITION SHARPENS PENCIL, UVS OUT" PA PER NEATLY, AND TRIES To THINK Of SUBJECT foR A COMPOSIfiOtf TEARS OFF SHEET. 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