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PAGE EIGHT MEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE, MEDFOKL). OREGON, SUNDAY, OCTOBER 28. 1934 udithl Lane' Marian Gordon bv JEAXXK ilOWMAX iX: ton and Marian C'r nt developing a hillside tr a t i.uo a region ot email but bauulilul homee tor people with taste but little money. Bu4der.lt , the money back ot the venture le etolen ana Lon mull look tor work. . But poverty meane leee to Marian than doee Lon'e returning one night with Silver Hondon in tow. BUver Insists that Lon and Harlan oo home with her tor dinner and BUver ie the girl who told Marian ohe would "have Lon Caead it tt'e the laet thing ever do." Btlver-e father, the arose McBwain. greets Marian Chapter 24 EAVESDROPPER DURING her daya Id criminal courts Marian bad lees Me Swain's features lo men on trial. Marian bad feared blm during ber girlhood, lo an Inexplicable way; no she feared blm because aha eould read bla character In bli face, In bla deep set eyes, tbe cruel line of bis mouth. He greeted ber In a Jovial manner, tipped ber cbln up so be could look Into ber eyes, let bis heavily lidded eyes diop to a casual surrey of ber svelte figure. And then Silver reappeared. Ma rian saw wltb a start that the Silver of Reno hud disappeared, tbe girl' lsh, plaintive child bad given way to a languorously sophisticated wo man of the world. .Pale hair was molded to her head lu shining waves and pale silver frock was molded to ber form, now filling to a bint of tbe volnptuous. She was twice as dan ferous. ' Marian looked at Blaine Kelly and knew he was Silver's If she would bare him; wondered why she hadn't, then looked at Lon, at the bronze fineness of his face above i the white jacket, tbe lithe frame and ;lta swift Arm carriage, tbe stamp of clean living upon blm, setting blm apart from the other men In tbe room. Waa Lon the reasont McSwain, on her right, talked ot tbe way the political world was go ing to the dogs; Wylle, on her left, talked of tbe Islands. Marian felt she said the proper things. They would play bridge after din ner, McSwain told ber; his wife, the Wylles and Blaine, all four of whom played for blood, at one ta ble, and he and she would show 811 ver and Mr. Cased bow the game was played In the better circles. Marla.i nodded, hoped ahe wouldn't play as stupidly as she felt. Dinner over they moved to the card room and Just as they were seated a servant appeared wltb a note for McSwain. He excused him self hastily and Marian thought she saw a flash, of tear cross bis face. "We'll have to wait." said Silver petulantly. "Oh, Lon, you were talk ing of fishponds. Come on and let m . show you ours ... it might give you an Idea." Without a glance at Marian she arose, extended a dim pled hand flashing with rings to Lon. and led blm away. Marian Intercepted tbe amused glance ber husband gave her as be followed In the perfumed wake of bit hostess, but took no heart in IL Something . , , something Intangt. ,ble was In the air here . . . premoni tion . . . apprehension. Perhaps she waa wrong . . . She must be wrong i. . . she mustn't let ber Jealousy ruin 'her outlook. Outlook . . . why only a few hours :ago she hsd been looking at ML ! Diablo, envying the mountain Ita 'tranquillity. Perhaps It she were to ,go out and loot up at It again she j would regain the calm ot tbe after i noon. NO onu was paying any attention to ber. Marian saw a Trench (window opening onto a patio. She slipped through quietly. There waa an Intoxicating odor of tropical blossoms, the fragrance ot trees and grata M nightfall. She moved Into the garden, found a path winding through dense shrubbery, and came at last to a summer bouse, a wide window on the northeast giving ber a new view ot her now beloved mountain. She sat on the bench In the little house, elbow on the sill, and looked up. Peace, with her husband wan dering In this perfumed garden. Silver at bis sldef It was futile. Teara gathered In her eyes, coursed down ber cheeks. She crossed her arms on the sill, lay her head on them and cried aoftly, the strain of weeks taking Its toll. Gradually she quieted, still sitting there, the voices ot the night beat ing their slow wsy Into her con sclousness, the whir of crickets, soft moving of branches, and then voices coming nearer. She eat up, dried her eyes. Per bsps this was 81lrer sod Lon com ing . . . but no. A voice which seemed Intent upon delivering a message waa that of a man, and It was not Lou's voice. Whoever It was, he was coming towards the summer bouse. Marian shrank back o into tbe sbsdows . . . there was a built-in-table, benches on either side. If she lay on a bench perhaps tbey wouldn't see her until she eould bathe her eyes In cold water, "This place la empty," said Mo Swain's voice. "We can sit on the steps bere and talk, but keep your voice down. Oriental servants may not talk, but they're not deaf and It doesn't pay to let them know too much." "Yes, sir, but I tell you, you don't realise tbe seriousness of this; you've never been put on tbe spot like I have." - Within the summer bouse Marian listened. That voice was familiar. "You've never, yet, faced a future In tbe pen. Oh, aU right I'll pipe down." The voice waa lowered but now Marian bad recognized it as belonging to William Brown; the William Brown who bad been tried and found not guilty of accepting a bribe from the Madders Construc tion Company, to the general man ager ot which be was now talking. "I tU you, sir, be went .on "you've gut to get rid of tbat fore man. He's going to play sate. You may think yon have blm bought but 1 know you haven't. He ssld to Mor ton; 'L'sten, McSwaln's payln' me twlct what I'm worth an' he ain't do In' It because be loves me, no sir.' " tils voice dropped and Marian caught only the subdued murmur of Brown's voice. Interrupted now and again by McSwaln's. ELL," McSwain had arisen, "forget It. I'll shoot blm down to the Islands. I've got a Job on down there for Blaine Kelly: this fellow can handle It as well as anyone. I'v a mas in mind tor bis place. Just tbe fellow. Don't know anyone who would fit It better, so don't worry; Just keep on sawing wood and say ing nothing." "YouVe sure they won't bring In any State Inspectors? Oosh, Mc Swain, this is a school you know." . "That's all right, I'm making It safe. Besides, you haven't got any kids going there, have you?" "No." "Then trot along; I'm staying out here to "nlah this cigar." Marian sat still until tbe toot- steps ou the gravel path had faded into the distance. Hot Indignation was staining her cheeks and bare shoulders with a rush of blood. Mc Swain was going on with his plans to save its financial "bide" at tbe expense of hundreds of children, and she held their fate in her bands. She had a vision of her brother in bis R. O. T. 0, uniform. swsgger-; Ing down the street with his "HI you, fellow"; of her sister Lucy in sports frock, books under her arm. Boys and girls like these In the au ditorium, psrbaps one cf the small earth qulvars tbat came stealing on unaware, crumbling walls, shattered windows crashing roof and they lying erushed beneath the debris, i How dared a mas defy the Be-f lug who gave blm tbe talent to build: how dared be go on In the face of Brown's trial J Well, be wouldn't ... not while she cad breath left In her body. Lon, Sliver, everyone forgotten she stepped out of the summer house, a slim lace-clad figure rigid with wrath. "McSwain." she said. "1 over heard your conversation with Wil liam Brown. You are not going on with your plans. You are going to build that school bouse according to specifications, or you are going to tbe penitentiary!" McSwain spun around In the path as though whirled on a pivot, "Eh?" he barked. "I ssld 1 overheard your conver sation with William Brown," re peated Marian, You what?" demanded McSwain, now in control of bla resson after the shock of Boding someone In the summer house when he had thought he spoke in privacy. Yon understood me," retorted Marian. "You heard every word I said, but It you want me to repeat I will." , "Repeat," he grunted; "young lady you're daft. You didn't bear any . . . what name did you say . . talking here." Oh, yes, 1 did. I sat In Superior Court .or eight days, much ot that time listening to William Brown's voice. It isn't a pleasing voice." "Of course, that explains this. You dlln't see tbe man to whom . waa talking." tCttrntkl. mi. h heme, temmem) Marian maku s sporting eftsr to j McSwain, tomorrow. NTW YORK, Oct. 37. (AP) Reports received from ell parts of the country this werk. Mid the Dun A Brsdstrm weekly trade review today, "brolgM a tide of statistical evidence tiiat October operations will be the moat sstlsfsctory that bae ever been re corded since spring." "Tbe sbsndnnment of the centrsl bank project snd the shifting of em phaels from monetary snd other gov ernmental measure." It continued, "to a presaure for expansion of pri vate, loans are conaldered Indicative of a heavier bearing to the rlffht In order to achieve business revival." Cse UaU Xtlbuiie want ada. NEW YORK DAY BY DAY By O. O. Mclntyre I J NEW YORK. Oct. 37. W hafl dined Charlie Drlflcoll and I at on of (hose sombre-oaked, red meat and Idaho po tato placet ft a k 1 p up tbe treat from v ) Broadway. There wai need for fm xerclte after ' fl .itch a. atufflnff ao we turned balk Into the mercurial ahUt of Broad way's !Jr .,y y-- excitement and J artificiality. y T ' , we Idled be- f ore glittering windows, tried to fasten a worldly glance upon the arch, ladles who smiled and waited around the cor ner, harkened a moment to a atreet Salvationist and ran the gamut of palaver, from the a of the health farms In the Adirondack to the a of the trained zebras In tbe Ring- ling abow. It waa at the old Knickerbocker corner, waiting for the green of the traffic signals, that a sudden wraith loomed out of nowhere, rig-tagging shaky and ragged across our path. So stark was his misery each reach ed Instinctively for a coin. He gave us a fiercely cold stare, mumbled, lurched on. j There was a mutual twinge over the contrast of having dined fab ulously and seeing a hungry soul too bitter for charity, we crossed 4 2d street to Drlscoll's 10.18 train silent, thoughtful. So long as I live I Z shall never forget tbe curious brightness of those eyes. And Z Im agine that goes for DrlacoU. As far back as memory goea a Chinese laundry has fascinated me. T.e Sam Lees and Hip Sings of the cross-roads were the country-Jake's only contact wltb the Oriental. We were piqued by their queques, ki monos, long thimble pipes and fin ger nails and the sing-song mumbo Jumbo. Also the Sundays, when blinds down, there was a clinging aroma we .learned In later police court reporting days was the fatal poppy. Z dropped Into one on Lex ington avenue the other day about special hand work. Asking If it coutd be finished In 48 hours, the modern Sam Lee chirped "Sure Mike." He was born In Newark, played high school football and was studying dentistry. In the evening he belpeo his cousin In the laundry. The only operetta whose tunes l remember Is "Maytlme." I first heard It In, scattery one-fingered pi Inks on a piano across the court of an uptown hotel. And Z listened as It took form, swelled wltb beauty and ton Into a Broadway hit. Sid ney Romberg, painfully lean, any and collegiate, composed It during late hours, for he was playing a piano at Bustanoby'a cabaret long after midnight. I saw him the other evening across Luchow's, now port ly, aluiost bald, and famed the world over. He was - the first artist I ever saw grow temperamental from a ringside seat. I was at my win dow when a chair crashed through hts with a shatter. He had come to a sudden Impasse composing and let go. I've always ached to do that. Around entrances to Broadway dance palaces one sees the proto type of the house player In Joe's pool hall 3 centa a cue back yon der. The house player waa a ringer for Hammett'a thin man, a sporty dresser, had a lingering cough and a cigarette drooping from bis lower Hp. He exuded tbe cloying cologne scent of the barber shop and was known by such nick-names as "Butch,M "Red" or "Slim." No one knew what became of houseplayers. They were as homeless ae smoke and as vanishing. Someone would see them at the depot and they never came back. THE FAMILY ALBUM QUIET EVENING AT HOME By gluyas Williams A back-fence mongerer tells me Rudy Vslee Is quite touchy sbout any remarks that be plays In tbe so-called blck Joints or Broadway, tbe spselous SI 60 try to get It for 1.601 dinner places with enormous and fleshy floor shows. He retorta In a ruby heat that out-of-towners not only keep New York going but are his biggest audlencee on tbe sir snd in cafea. Vallee Is a Maine puddle-Jumper himself snd strong in his belief the water tower leg Ions ere salt of the earth. Kidding or not. In light of everything, It'a good psychology. I never atAD hefnr vtWhlAr'a Window Without . fMllnff nt nw My first smbltlon was to sit at one ot thcae workbenches, wesrlng a learner apron, nau lenaed steel spec tacles and lndulfflnff ranrinm miff. at a corn cob pipe. Today it is to me an emblem of decent almpllclty. The true aeat of the philosopher upon which he may work, reflect and God-bles passers byi I never knew a cobbler Involved in a major crime. I was thinking of Wallace Beery this morning snd trying to recall that comic partner of his In those runway sailor and firemen films of a few years ago. But I couldn't. That Is a regrettable disproportion. One ought never to forget enyone who had made life a shsde brighter for even a single moment. t Cse Mall Tribune want ads. 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