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MEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE, MEDFOHl). OREGON. MONDAY. OCTOBER 8. 1934
Marian Gordon
by .IEAXSE HOHH.W
BYSOHHtHi Uarian Qordon, re
porter tor the Uoming Oiepatch,
relurne from hearing a Jury acquit
William Brown of the charge that
he accepted $10,090 to pate- de
tective workmanship on a high
school building to learn that het
former echool friend. Silver Hon
don. hoe been granted a divorce
from her hueband Cliff Then her
editor telenhonce that Cliff hae
ehot himertt and eende Uarian to
Keno to break the newe to Silver.
Uarian arrivee in the midet of a
celebration.
Chapter Seven
STRANGE SOBS
TpOR a moment Silver (tared at
Marian In surprise. Then, Jump
ing down, she came forward, handa
outstretched.
"Ian . . . Marian Gordon, of all peo
ple. What are 70a doing wax out
here at this hour of the night r
She didn't wait tor an answer but
turned to the other guests. "Folks,
this Is Marian Gordon, an old school
friend of mine, and Marian . . . the
gang. They're here to help me cele
brate my free"
"Please!" Marian Interrupted be
cause she could not bear to have
tbat word freedom completed
Something In her voice checked the
other girl.
"It's bad news, Isn't It?" sbe
"be bas a chance to live. I know be
has. Don't cry Ilka tbat" Sbe sought
to take ber Into ber arms and quiet
ber wltb her own strength She bad
failed miserably In her mission.
Surely sbe could have broken the
news more tactfully.
"Here, drink this." Like a repri
mand tbe man called Max, spoke. He
thrust a glass Into Marian's band
and lifted Silver's bead from the
arm of the chair.
"Drink It," he ordered sharply.
Silver drank, and Marian, looking
up found the man's eyes probing
hers, bis thin lips twisted In a sar
donic grin.
'I suppose you're here aa Silver!
friend?" be questioned.
Marian banded the now empty
glass back to blm and answered
wltb ber Innate honesty, "No, I'm
here as a nawsp-per reporter."
"1 see," again the crooked smile,
"the old friend uses ber school con
nections to force her way Into Mrs.
Hondon'a privacy so she may break
the news of the tragedy, then tell
the world how Mrs. Hondon stood
tbe sbock. It should make a line
story, 'Beautiful Divorcee Celebratea
Freedom from Heart-broken Hus
band, while be lies Dying 1- Hospi
tal. A One opportunity to tell bow
sbe cried when you"
"I wasn't crying."
Killi, Jilt
"You're here as Silver's friend?" he asked.
asked. "Have you bad a cable from
Honolulu, la It mother and dad?"
"No, Silver, but can't we go some
place where we will be alone?"
It wasn't necessary. Kb though
divining a serious climax to their
gaiety, tbe guests had started to
gather wraps.
They filed out In twos and threes
all except one man. Marian looked
at him expectantly. At the Orel
glance he seomed older than the
rest, then she realized this was due
to prematurely grey hair. His face
was young, dark eyes alert, but
there was something worldly and old
In the cynical expression of tbe
xnoutb beneath Its short clipped
moustache.
"I'll stay," be announced and add
d. "You might need me."
Silver was serious now. Some of
the rlcb color bad faded from her
cheeks and her eyes were dilated
with alarm . . . "Tell me, Ian. quick."
sbe begged.
MARIAN dreaded the ordeal. It
seemed utterly heartless to
crush the laughter In this child
woman. She seemed like a child
playing woman wltb those ourls
caught In a knot on top of her bead
"It'a Cliff." she began.
Silver reached for the support of
the strange man's arm. curved ber
band about his wrist "You mean
he's dead?"
"No, not yet. At least he was stIU
living when we left Sacramento."
Quickly then she explained while
Sliver, 'lacquered red linger nails
digging Into the stranger's wrist,
listened When Marian had stopped
she left him and came close to her
"Tell me," she demanded looking
straight Into her eyes. "Will he die?'
"I don't know," sbs answered
truthfully.
"Marian!" Now the red lacquered
nails were digging Into ber arm.
"Mas!" tbere was b .uteris In her
voice, "Cliff Jilft dying, ne;
voire arose In a shrill laugh that
cbsnged to a sob, and then wltb a
gesture of abandon, she threw ber
self Into the big chair, and burled
her head In her arms, shoulders
shaking convulsively.
Marian, alarmed, leaned over her.
"Silver, don't do tbat." she begged.
f AX and Marian started In sur
LJ prise. Silver waa sitting up,
cheeks dry. eyes brilliant with un
shed tears.
"I was laughing," she said, "yes,
I know what you thought, but whj
should I cry? He did It to spite me
He said he'd teach me a lesson. Thli
Is It, he's trying to shame me before
tbe whole world, trying to make peo
pie believe I drove tlm to It,"
"Silver," cried Marian.
"What do you know about It?" th
other continued In her low, blttet
voice, "you run around wltb your
silly little pencil and listen to peopla
tell of tbelr troubles but what do
you know of them? You aren't capa
ble of loving or hating. 1 hate Cliff
Hondon. The only thing his dtatn
can mean to me la relict"
Silver, for heavan's sake, get
bold of yourself." Mai shook ber
shoulder with a rough hand. "Try to
remember you're talking to a news
paper woman."
"No. I'm not," she countered. "I
know Marian. I've known ber since
she came to school, a long, scrawny
Kid wltb green eye,, and freckles.
She's the kind of a girl who believes
In angels and Santa Claus. The only
time she's even halt human Is when
she loses her temper."
"Well, you'd better see she doesn't
lose ber temper with you," advised
Ham'ln.
"She won't Silver answered with
a queer little laugh "I'm .ir,i to
show her the letter that cams from
Cliff this afternoo.t and then she'll
see what a cad be waa Do you think
he d chose that room Id which to
kill himself If he'd loveu me? Ob.
ne'd hrve gone away soma nlace
where be couldn't be Identified. He's
trying to shame Die." She arose and
looked at their dlstittnsed eiores
slons. "I'll prove It," and she disap
peared into si. tuner room
"You'd better sit down." said
Max, aa Marian shivered wltb ta-
tlgue. Ha pushed the big chair to
wards the Ore and stirred the mala
Silver returned to thrust a block
ol Ink-scrawled pages Into Marian's
hands.
"Read that." she demanded.
'fetmill. 10". l,ene f.m,,)
Marian reads, tomorrow, a strange
letter.
OF FOREST MAS
PARI OF SERVICE
"The forest service Is Interested In
the um of the forest for social de
velopment as well a growing of tlm
ber." George A. Dutle, chief, divi
slon of Information for the service
In Washington, D. C , said In an In
terview during his stay In Medford
Mr. Dutle flew here the latter part
of the week to attend the three-day
session of the Shasta Cascade Won
derland association, which closes to
day.
"Because the U. 6. forest service is
Interested In such devedopment,"
Mr. Duthle said, "It Is much in sym
pathy with the wonderland associa
tion. There Is an opportunity today
to do great work In the developing
and perpetuation of the foreat aa a
source of recreation."
He went on to say that the for
ests are now more accessible and
more useful to the eople. The forest
service, Mr. Duthle said. Is prepsrlr.K
records of all the resources for which
the forests may be used.
The part the forest has played In
the depression, aa relief for the un
employed, the deatltlute and the re
habilitation of men who were down
and out. haa proved they are of use
for more than timber, the forester
said.
Because living In the forests Is
cheaper, a.nd people may live there
more Independently, many are turn
ing to those areas to reside now, ha
stated.
When developing the forests, ac
cording to Mr. Duthle, the social side
la keut In view. The great Increase
of the use of tha forest for recrea
Mortal purposes, fun, entertainment,
health and Inspiration la noticeable,
be aald.
"You have so much here In the
west, and there la no reaaon why
many people will not coma to this
section to live."
The forestry official urged that the
people get behind the movement for
fire prevention, to eliminates the des
olate blotches on the western land
scape caused by devastating flrea each
year. People will not travel In areas
where there are numeroua ftres, he
said, and fires also make the coun
try leaa attractive.
With the aid of the CCC. Mr. Du.
thle aald that the forestry service
work had progressed rapidly, the pro
gram having been completed to a
point that could not have been reach
ed In less than twenty years under
the old program.
DATES GIVEN FOR
City School Superintendent C. O.
Smith haa announced that the In
stitute for training adult teachers,
to be conducted aa part of tbe relief
plan for unemployed teachers, will
be held at Ashland, October 18, 19
and 30.
Twelve teachers will be allowed to
attend the Institute, from whom
eight will be given employment
through the government relief pro
ject. Eight la the number allocated
to Jackson county.
Returns from Idaho Alfred Burch
returned on Sunday evening's train
from Wallace, Ida., where he had been
spending the past several days on
business.
BEST FOR MONTH
Company 1747, Camp Upper Rogue,
has been named the outstanding
camp of the Medford district for the
month of September, by Msjor Clare
H. Armstrong, district commander.
CamJ Devil's Plat. Camp Indian
Creek and Camp South Pork attained
a rating of honorable mention. The
Indian Creek camp waa named best
camp for August and will turn over
the district flag to the new winner.
Camp Upper Rogue haa been un
der the command of Capt. Glenn J.
Key. Lieut. Cyril H. McGulre. who
haa been stationed at the camp for
seversl months, la assuming command
with the transfer of Captain Key to
district headquarters. Lieut. Harold
o. GUlls la medical officer at the
camp from Cellan Ufford la educa
tlonad adviser.
BEAGLE DEATH HELD
A coroner's Jury returned a verdict
of death from unavoidable accldeut
In an Inquest held at Ashland Sat
urday Into the death of James Beagle
of Ashland, state fire warden. Mr.
Beagle was crushed to death by a
flod of heavy logs In an auto acci
dent with a logging truck Thursday
morning on the Dead Indian road.
Tha Inquest waa conducted by Coro
ner Prank Perl and Deputy Coroner
Will Dodge of Ashland.
BICYCLE PARKING
By GLUYAS WILLIAM
loiuirjs
RETURNS FROM ERRAND ON
HIS BICVCIE
FATHER CALLS HOW MArV
YiMES HAS HE 1t)U) HIM
MOf TO LEAVE HI5 BICVCLE
WiNfc ON THE LAWH
MOVES BIMCLE AND
COMES IN 10
WORK ON HIS STAMP
CiUECfloN
A FE MiNUfES LATER
HEARS A RASH FROM
FRONT PORCH WHERE H!
HE HAS LEFT BICVCLE
LEAHIN'G A6BINST SftPi
RUSHES OUT, 10 FiND MOVTrS BIOALE TMUND
THAT FATHER, HORRv'lruj 10 THE BftCK AND RE
OOT WITHOUT SEEIK6 81- TiJRHS To HIS STAMPS
CVCLE , HAS &Of ENTANfcLED
WITH if
HEARS A ROAR FROM
YARD, FATHER SHOUTiNS
HE'S lEFT IT RlfiHTlN
Tta DJWEWAV SO HE
CANT BACKfHE CAR OUT
PUTS BiCMCLE PROPER W
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PRESEKTlV FALLS OVER
AND REPOSES IN MlEPL
of 6ARA6E Floor.
10-8
(Copyright, 1934, by Tha Bell Syndicate, lac )
S MATTER POP
Out on Halt WUltsm Qowscs of
this city, alen W. Jobjuton, 38, s na
tive of Colorado, snd Jamea S. Elder,
37, a native of WSAhlnxton. trs out
on 13 bsll today, having been ar
rested by city police Saturday ntf-it
on chargea of disorderly conduct.
Reports Theft B. B. Orevals of
Bend, Ore., reported to city police,
yeeterday that upon his arrival in
Medford on the 13 o'clock bits Satur
day nutht. he discovered the theft of
a bottle of gold from hla coat pocket.
Orevale aald tha gold waa worth S3S.
By C M Payi
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