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SIEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE, MEDFORD, OREGON, FRIDAY, AUGUST 3, 1931
SFIU1
HYSOPSIB: Martha ant Boa era
at tha brink of divorce, du to
Hob' ttubbom miiunderttandintl
ot Uartha't Mendthip with Geof
frey Tarleton. But Bob'e mother
fnlft ill ot an incurable dieeaee, and
Bob decidee that ha and Martha
mu.it pretend happinet until hie
mother ie nana. It to Chrietmae
time : Fab leave Perember Se to
fXnith hit work in Utxico.
WANT to go on with mjr drnei-
Ing, if you'll pleas leaTO,"
Marsha Bald dlatantly. Bob nodded,
mored toward the door.
Id bis own room be stood by a
window Angering the heavy cord
that tied back tha old-taehloned
hangings. The early winter dusk had
shrouded the small court which In
dented Itself between two bouses,
court that, upon the brightest days
knew the sun for only a fleeting
space at glaring noon.
The space had depressed him as
a little boy and It still could and
did; the city grit which scratched
nnder heel and that could never be
quite awept away: the Ivy that was
both soiled and frail and that had
traveled so few Inches In so many
years; the sort of moist, tropic and
evil looking plants that In summer.
would grow in the shaded spot
Occasionally he had with a smile
at himself tor his own self-pity and
that which be deemed, his "rather
yellow habit of analogy" likened
the court to bis life; he bad worked
much of the time in remote spots
that kept him far from people ot
klcdr&d spirit. He had worked
steadily, sometimes grlndlngly,
since his college days and the mo
ments ot sun had been short and
few.
Then Marsha had coma and he
bad felt hie "court days" were done
and be had gone almost mad from
happiness ... and then the clouds
bad so thickened that the court. In
contrast, seemed bright.
Ha had lost Marsha. He would
lose bis mother, and he must walk
the rest of the way alone; Si. the
Ill-luck to be a one-woman man.
"Going weak again," he said nn
(er breath and sharply. He saw self
pity as the most sapping of all evil
habits; a destructive habit which
laid low hope and usefulness. He
must not let himself go that way, he
reminded.
Turning, he heard a light Up on
bis door. His, "Come In, please," was
tnswered by Marsha's pushing the
door open.
She crossed the room. "If It will
Bake you happier," she said, and
I If she had learned her message
word by word, "I'll take your money.
But I don't need it."
"I thought tor ctgareta and
things "
"I'm dot smoking much; your
mother thinks I smoked rather too
much."
"But you Ver so dependent"
"So. 1 have other things now. I
don't miss smoking," she broke in
to say; "but if you'd rather I took
jour money, I'll take it."
"You've been so wonderfully
good," he said, "and kind!"
"No, really I have notl"
rON'TXyon think I should en
gage a nurse-companion be
fore I leavef I've thought It wonid
be too much tor you; the constant
strain. Yon should get out."
"No. please don't. I like It this
way. I'd much rather you didn't Im
port enyc-.e else. We get along beau
tifully. Bob"
"My dear?" be murmured. He
could not help that nor did be want
to; In this role she was perfect and
he was cortaln that she did not pre
tend In It.
"I wanted yon to see what I have
for your mother . . . Christmas, you
know . , . and wo'll have to give
each other things, yon know, be
cause of her."
"Yes, I have your present. You
needn't hint any more!"
She laughed a trifle unsteadily.
Ills banter had carried her swiftly
to the dead days.
"I have something splendid for
you!" she assured him proudly.
Ho followed her Into her room.
Ebe brought from her closet vari
ous packets; he saw, with a rise ot
tendcrnese, that she enjoyed opon
trig them for him, that she was as
excited as a child would hare been.
They re beautifully wrapped," he
said; "It's a shame to make you
open them."
"Oh, but I want tol It's no trouble.
Tve wanted to show them to you
for some time, but for some reason
I rather lacked courage. I thought
It mlBht bore you. Then I thought
If I took your money, you could look
at my presents. I do want to know
whether you think she'll like them."
He stared on a lavender dressing
gown; be who didn't know buckram
from chiffon Angered It. But people
did that, he'd seen them doing it.
"It's lovely!" he assured her.
She said, softly, shyly, "I put
tblngs in the pockets, I thought It
would surprise her."
She brought forth a matching
handkerchief, a little lavender bot
tle ot smelling salts, a small. Ivory
elephant; a tiny, gold sclseors, a
packet of solitaire cards In a laven
der lea1 her case and from the last
pocket she brought a silver chain
that was studded with amethysts.
He was deeply touched, but be
said, as lightly as he could, "I would
think now that even you could use
a little ot what you see as my
money."
"But Bob, the investment wasn't
great. Not as great as I wanted to
have it. The chain was my mother's.
I wanted your mother to have it. I
never was nice enough to wear It
And I thought she'd like knowing
I wanted her to have it, you aee?"
He turned to her; she was looking
up questioning?.
"I'll never be able to thank you,"
he murmured thickly and then,
rather slowly, he lifted one of her
hands to bold It against his lips. He
eaw her lips tremble; he thought
she said "Thank you," but later, re
membering mistily, he could not be
certain ot that
TTB did remember that she had
1 hurried on to tell him, with
lips that still trembled a little, that
she had, too, for his mother an as
sortment of very old-fashioned
plants In small pots; that she had
thought his mother would like them
on a window sill, and that she had
scoured Now York to And them . . .
mignonette, and heart's-ease, bens-and-chlckens
and such . . . and that
she'd loved doing It
"They're sweet," ebe said; "Han
nah bas them In a corner of the
pantry where she's certain your
mother won't And them. I visit them
each day! And If anything happened
to anyone ot them, I think I'd ex
pire! I'll show them to you tomor
row," she ended shyly, "If you have
time."
"I'll have time," he promised.
heart swelling. He stared down at
her, flushed, happy, young. Where
waa the girl who had drawled, "Bob,
darling old thing do get me an
orchid or two, with a few valley
lilies thrown In for luck! You
know?" And how could this new
creature have suffered Geoffrey Tar
leton's soiled caresses? But she bad.
The dlnnor gong rang as he stiff
ened and grow rigid from recollec
tion. "Lord, and I'm not even changed!"
he murmured.
"Could I put etuds In for your
she appealed In little above a whls-por.
He answored loudly, chilly, with,
I can do very well for myself.
thank you." Her face changed, she
grew pale; then she flushed hotly.
And as he closed the door he saw
that she had stood, motionless, look
ing after him.
She had thought, "To have yon
back I To have you back; I want
you so; I don't think I can live with
out you!"
Hurrying with his dressing he de
cided he must hereaftur, avoid such
moments when he could. Otherwise
(why the dovll must ties stick at
the back ot a collar?) he would
some day let go, sweep her Into his
arms and hold her close. He would
tell her that nothing mattered but
having ber whom he loved, despite
everything she waa, wag not But
he must not think of that!
He met Marsha at the head ot the
stair.
"We're frightfully late!" she said
with compunction.
She explained breathlessly, to
Mrs. Powers, that they had talked
and forgotten the hour. Mrs. Powers
nodded, smiled. Bob. having settled
his mother, pushed a chair beneath
Mareha and. leaning down and over
her, be kissed her cheek. "She's
quite a marvel!" he said to his
mother, (Bartholomew's tray tilted
dangerously!) "and we know it
don't we?"
"Very gay," Bartholomew report
ed In the kitchen, "and he's a show
In' his feeling as a gentleman should
and would. Quite, if you'd ask mo,
an hlnfatnatlon and of the kind that
will Inst."
"And what did he do?" asked Ella
whose cap had slid to a rakls)
angle.
(CefyeitH. IPX. h X. MW-W!
Bob lvt, tomorrow, for Mexico.
COLD WINTER HINTED
IN HEAVY NUT CROP
CARSON, WaMl.- tt'P You Cn
look for a very, very cold lntr
year I
Indian legend hu It an aburtdn
of hnivl nuts la a aure aign of a rcu
oua winter. And local reldenu any
never In tha history of this oounty
have narel nuta been ao abundant.
llfli Century Mill to ( Iw.
LONDON (IT) An 11th century
flour mill, rtn 1 1 nn back to ton, wtU
clow when the venerable mill lo.v tu
workers and milling to new wcika
at Victoria Dorka. At one time the
prvnerty of the ancient tyon Monas
tery, tha mill haa paawd through
many an IlluMrloiia hnnd, Including
that of Henry VIII, who. after he dis
persed the monastery, gavt It to the
ancestors of the Duke of Northumberland.
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FAS! WISECRACKS
OF L0R1NG BLACK
Retirement of Brooklyn Rep
resentative Removes Prize
Jester of Capital Hill
Was Leader in Repeal.
By IIKRBKRT PLUMMER
' WASHINGTON There, waa more
to an announcement that Loring
Black of New York waa retiring from
tha house than th mere fact that a
veteran of 13 years In congress had
decided to quit.
Departure of tha 48-year-old,
whlte-hnlred, diminutive representa
tive of Brooklyn from tha nouse re
moves from capltol hill tta prize
wtsecrncker.
Black wm the type who refused to
be serloua except on the rarest oc
casions. A mantar of aatlre and facile
of tongue, he Is credited with having
one of the brightest and keenest
mind in the house.
But with all his fun-making and
Jenta Black figured actively In much
serloua legislation. He was out In
front among leadera of the forces
for repeal. He conslstenly fought
what ha termed extravagant farm
legislation.
Mr. Norton'! "Vole."
He was an ardent foe of the pro
vision In the stale department's bill
to protect government records, which
ha claimed was aimed at preaa cen
sorship, and succeeded In having It
eliminated.
Black waa the right hand man of
Mr. Mary Norton of New Jersey,
chairman of the houaa committee on
the District of Columbia. Mrs. Nor
ton, the first woman member of con
gress ever to hold the chairmanship
of a major congressional committee,
relied on Black as her chief lieuten
ant. The hury-burly and confusion In
the house at time nukes it virtually
Impossible for the voices of the con
gress women to be heard. On such oc
casions the voice of Black was that
of Mrs. Norton.
It was a familiar Urht to aee him
In the well of the house pinch-h:t-tlng
for the lady from New Jersey.
Much of the succeae the District com
mittee enjoyed during the last ses
sion was due to Black.
Some Black Sayings
Tt was in his wisecracks and his
ability to amuse himself and his col
leagues by pert observations, however,
where Black waa at his best. Witty
and satirical Jibes literally rolled of!
his tongue.
"The brain trust has got brains,"
he once told the house "They're on
the government payroll where the
politicians can't get."
Perhaps his most celebrated Jibe
was aimed at the Wlckersham com
mission during the Hoover adminis
tration In Its report on prohibition:
"A group of weather-beaten little
travelers, headed by Rip Van Wlck
ersham, sought shelter in the Wh'ti
House . , . creaking and groaning
pitifully, 'Master, we are Wet.' Hoo
ver drew himself proudly to his full
height . . . waved his arm over then,
saying: "Brethren, ye are Dry. Dry
they became, a dust, and blew awtiy.
never more to be seen by mortal
man."
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PLAN WINS VOTES
AS PRIMARY NEAR
By HERBERT IXNDY
(TJnlted Preaa Staff Correspondent.)
SAN FRANC ISCO, Aug. 3. (UP)
Upton Sinclair, the author who
dredged the depth of politics and In
dustry for a quarter-century, emerged
an important figure today in Cali
fornia' tempest uoua primary campaign.
Bolstered by what he calla hi "epic
plan" to end poverty and promising
freedom for Tom Mooney, Sinclair,
socialist, stands in a fair way of win
ning the Democratic nomination ee
governor.
The gray-haired, keen-eyed hand
some man of 55, whose pen pulled
him out of New York's East Side, Is
making his fifth and most colorful
bid for public office.
He la backed by 50,000 Lob Angeles
citizens, known as the "Utoplane."
He has a Jorge personal following
elsewhere in the state. By register
ing as a Democrat he gained new
support In that party.
As a socialist, Sinclair ran for con
gress in New Jersey In 1006, for con
gress in California in 1920, for United
States senator in California in 1322,
and for governor of California In
1926.
SUBURBAN HHCtfT
By GLUYAS WILLIAMS
("ovule Killed In Ohio.
MANCHESTER, O. (UP) A coyoW.
Incongruous outside Its western plains
habitat, was killed at Wamsleyvllle,
near here, by a. H. Covert, when he
saw the animal chasing his cattle.
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HE COULD STOP THE MILKMAN FROM LEAV1K6 ANY MILK,
WHICH 5ERI005UV INCONVENIENCED MILT'S COlWS, WHO,
IT SEEMS, WERE OCCUPYING "WE HOUSE WHILE
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f 50, VOU SEE, THEM OUTUNDERS Sf--CAP'N IKE AIN'T GOIN' TO SEE THE 1 f BUT. I DON'T W" HA.' 8ELAV THAT AINT THE One TO STAND 1DLV
( AIN'T GOT NO EIGHT TO THE YUGATANS RIGHTFUL CWNER CHEATED AT THE FIT f WANT THAT F TAIX.MV HEARTY 1 8Y AN' SEE AN OLD PAL DONE OUTO' 1
GOLD IT'S ALL YOURVJ-An'60 HELP ME V AN' PC0PER TIME, t'LL BRING YC0 FOR'ARD J GOLD-IT WASNT YOU THE 11 fl MILLIONS WHAT'S RIGHTFULLY HISN Jfi
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By Sol Heal
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