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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.
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By C. M. Payna
BATON ROUOE. Ls., Oct. 37. (AA j
The Louisiana "Klnllh" hss such
a strenuous football prryrem he can't
apeak at Nashville In the Interest of
the Democratic candidates In Tennes
see for United At-ates senator and
governor, Senator Htiey Long said to
day in declining an Inrltstlon.
He leughed off a report In political
circles thst he was einected to an- j
nounce lor president 01 ml unireo
mates In 1939.
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