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Newspaper Page TextMEDFORD MAIL TRIBUTE, MEDFORU, OREGON, THURSDAY, JULY 18, 1935. PAGE TEN READY MADE WIE .BY CORALIE S T-ANTON . BYNOPBIS i The unexpected re turn to London of Rex Moore, the airman supposedly lost in the Pa cific, hae exposed the desperate lie of Laurie Moore, told to eave her eelf and her eintet tram a etill more desperate eituation. Bhe hae told her employer . Mark Albery that she is Moore's widow: now she must keep tlti the dereptlon eo that Ret may hold his job. Albery has lent them a furnished flat until they can "set tle themselves " Chapter 12 MONEY MATTERS TT was In this bard and controlled mood that Laurie prepared to meet Hex Moore. But be was not there. On the breakfast table was a large buncb of daffododlls, with a card beside It "Good-mornlngl Hope you slept well. I'm off for the day. Sorry din ner and show off tonight Albery wants me. R. M." His handwriting appealed to her. It was neat and Arm. This greeting rather took the wind out of her sails. Her emotional side rose to answer It with a rush of disproportionate pleasure.- Bhe was so easily touched and gratified. How nice of blml He could be something else than a boor. She remembered his last words of the sight before "If you're ths girl 1 took you for, you'll play the game!" The day went by swiftly. She took possession of Miss Dixie's office near Mark Albery's private room. It was Sat rday, and the Chief only came In for an hour and dictated a fow lotters. "Moore told you I sent him down to my place In the country?" be asked her. "1 want his advice, on something. I'm just off there myself. I won't keep blm longer than 1 can help. It's bard on you. Mrs. Moore, but you'll have to be patient When we'vo got things going, you must have leave and go off together on your second honeymoon." His rare smile bad Us usual flash ing charm, but It affected ber strangely. She felt uncomfortable; that vague' premonition of evil re turned to her. Rex came in while Laurie was out that night She bad gone to a movie. As she opened the door, she was aware of the tremendous energy of bis presence In the Oat "Have you had anything to eatT" he asked. "Yes, thanks. The old body bad left me a tine cold meal." She did not tell blm that she had sent Mrs. Budd home early, and prepared It herself and left It when she went out In case he should come In. He was In some way transformed. When be told her that he bad been up In the air In a new machine from Albery's private aerodrome, she un derstood. That was his life. "Thank you for the flowers." she said; and then added nervously: "I'm sorry 1 made a fool of myself last night" "And I'm sorry I said that to you about Albery," he replied. "It waa mean and silly." "You're right about us," she went on, and gave blra a frank smile. "It Is a joke, and wo must treat It like one." "Good. We shall manage fine, I'm sure. I won't Interfere with your life. I know you hate me." "And you despise me!" she put In quickly. "That's where you re wrong. I do nothing of the kind. You're being a sport about this. It's a bargain, then. Will you shake on it, LaurleT We look on the funny side." "We look on the funny side, Rex!" she repeated, giving him her hand. TJT It was not sucb plain sailing all that During the next fortnight, which -flashed by, there wero many difficul ties In this unnatural household. They were constantly at logger 'heads over some question. Money had been the first one. Laurie Insisted on paying her way. 'Rex objected. He had brought her there, he said. The flat cost him nothing. Albery said they were to stay In It until they found something suitable. Laurie was adamant, and be gave way. She pu. It on a business basis. He understood nothing about house keeping. Fbe would board blm for so much a week, and be could pay Mrs. Budd's wages. This was a con cession to bis masculine pride. She was astonished at what she thought was his meanness. He wanted to spend nothing on himself, and as little as possible on anybody else. When, on two occasions, be asked some men to dinner, he told ber to be as economical as possible. It did not seem to go with the rest of blm. And be so often talked of money, of making aa much money as be could, as quickly as be could. When he wanted to be specially amiable to ber he told ber that she was helping blm to do It She did not ask any of ber friends to visit ber. When he spoke about It sbe said she had very tew; she wasn't one for making friends easily. He was in one o' bis rough moods, and remarked curtly: "I suppose not Tbey ask too many questions." He would say sucb things, with what she took to be the deliberate desire to hurt her. She hardened her self, but she was sensitive to excess. And she .old berself that she hated him more every day. He was away tor several days on end at the Albery factories In Cam bridgeshire. Then she breathed free ly. Sbe could not get accustomed to him when be was In the flat His very presence was overwhelming. Sbe was aware of it all the time. Sbe lay awake in her room, while be was sleeping peacefully In his. It was tho sense of strangeness tbat got on her nerves. She was not used to men. And Rex Moore was certainly a big personality to be boxed up wltb sucb artificial Inti macy. By the end of the tortnght Laurie, who was always pale, looked quite washed out, and there were haggard II' es of fa. ut round ber eyes. Which Mark Albery, at the office, did not tail to notice, and which con i faced him that Rex Moore bad no i -a for j wife ai.d was making unhappy. p EX MOORE was alone In the flat one afternoon, studying maps, with a row of books open around blm on the dining-room table. It was )ut Ave o'clock. Mrs. Budd bad put bis tea on a side table, and gone back to the kitchen, with an admiring glance at his broad shoulders and fine l)ead and untidy dark hair. She was r. philosopher, and bad glven'up worrying herself about this peculiar menage the mistress out at work all day. tlu n-ter away for days at a time. And the two of them laughing anil joking and talking nineteen to the dozen, but not a bit like man and wife. She had overheard them quarrel ling, true, but never making love, as she told her Invalid husband, whom she supported, "never kissing or cuddling, nor nothing of the kind!" She knew they had been separated tor two years She could only sup pose It taou them a bit of time to get used to each other again. Coma to think of it, there must be some thing queer about a dead husband come to life. The door bell rang. Rex lifted his head, frowning. He did .not want to be disturbed. He hoped It wasn't that man come to take bis photograph "Rex Moore, the famous airman. In bis Chelsea flat, ptanntn? his next sensational flight" Damn! Albery had advised him to submit to a mild publicity campaign, and he bad consented be cause of the money. Curse money! How he loathed It! Mrs. vBudd came Into the room'. "A lady to see you, sir," she an nounced. "I said I'd see if you was disengaged." Rex sprang to bis feet "A lady? It must be for Mrs. Moore." "Nq, sir, the lady particularly asked to see you. I showod her Into the drawing-room." He shook his impatient shoulders. A woman to see him? He didn't know a single woman In England. It must be some female reporter from one of the papers. He went into the sitting room. "Rex! My dear my dear, how wonderful!" said a woman's voice, a rather high-pitched voice with a drawl In ft It was not a roporter who came towards blm. wltb large glowing dark eyes and a smile of uncon trolled joy on eager, brightly-painted lips. It was the only woman who had ever come Into his life, except for little deed Belle Mason, the last woman In the world whom at the moment he wanted to meet again. "Mra. Steele! Wanda!" His voice was uncertain; his light eyes had that strange snowy look that seemed to withdraw him from every day life. (Copyright. 1911, Coralie Btantonl Tomorrow, Ran finds hlmaalf caught in an eJd nat. ICE MONTREAL. (UP) lea cnim manufacturers may soon b flavoring their products with piece of wttate wood. Three research workers attached to th Pulp and Paper Research Insti tute at McOllt university report they have aucoeeded In producing van. 11 from discarded chips of wood and anwduft. Heretofore vanilla has bc?n ob tained from plant in the orchid fam ily grown In tropical countries. After lengthy experiment. Dr. Harold Hu bert and lila two aaalstants. t. 0. Bddy and George H. Tomllnaon. ad vlped the Royal Society of Omada that they have discovered a procen to produce vanilla from waate '. phlte liquor, a by-product of paper maklng planta. Klkl Cuyler. Cubs outfielder. U con sidered one of the most neatly uniformed ball players In th big league a . TOWN CRIERS BELL J Board of Trade Revives Custom of Early Puritan Days Booming Voice Gives News, Advertising WASHINGTON, D. C. fSpl) Pro vl nee town, Mass., down on the tip of salty Cape Cod. once again echoes to the ring of the town crler'a bell. The board of trade has revived a custom, dating from early Puritan days, that had lapsed with the demise of the last crier a few years ago. "Town crlera have long served the place of newspapers in many of the remote settlements of the world," says a bulletin from the headquarters of the National Geographic society at Washington, D. C. "Should a vil lager wish to advertise the loss of a pig, the need of farm help, or the sale of fish, this bell-rlnglng hawker Is consulted and hired. Should he wish to hear the latest news, how ever raucously announced, of current domestic or foreign events, he Joins the audience within earshot of the boomlng-volced town crier. Drums, Horns, Announce Approach "Sunday, after church services. Is an Ideal time for the crier In one European village. In a communica tion to the National Geographic soc iety, Margery Rae describes the methods of the town crier In Mezo kovesd, a village not far from Bud apest, Hungary. 'Two gendarmes took their places on opposite side of the large square In front of the church and began to heat a vigorous tatto on their drums. Prom the church the people gathered In two crowds about these officials, who drew forth Important-looking documents and began their reading. " 'It Is an education and a revela tion to hear the news of Mezoko vesd, the writer continues. 'A cow waa lost on Tuesday. If anyone has found her let him report to the town headquarters. There was a long list of farms to rent and sell; plows to rent, servants to hire. The usual monthly wage of the servants Is seldom more than a dollar added to certain supplies and their needed clothing. It Is sufficient, no doubt; their wants are few. Any national news of Importance Is told; new laws are read. It Is an amusingly terse, clear effort.' Crier Is An Actor "Mannerisms of the stage are part of the crler'a stock In trade. He Im parts dignity to his calling by var ious methods standing Immobile with hands thrust deep Into his pockets, awaiting silence among hla hearers. A frown of Importance may cross his forehead; an Impatient ges ture Is achieved by placing his hands on his hips as he surveys the aud ience that is quite at his mercy. Not until he Is entirely satisfied that the assemblage Is sufficiently Im pressed with his high office does he begin to deliver his message. Herbert Corey also describes a crier who an nounced the presentation of a motion picture In the Spanish town of Pulg cerda: " 'He registered emotion. His voice soared until It reached an oratorical climax, and then dropped to low and thrilling tones as he dwelt upon the pathos of the marvelous film. We who waited fairly hung on his words. There Is an art In town crying.' "Nearby, at Seo de Urgel. the Spanish diocese town of the tiny state of Andorra atop the Pyrenees, the " town crier gathers an audience by blowing on his trumpet. . 'Water melons for sale at the first house south of the church,' shouts the crier. In a small mountain village on the Island of Sardinia. He at tracts a quaintly garbed crowd by blowing a shrill blast on a brass horn. "Among thousands of English wo men who carried on while their men folk followed the colors In the World war, one took her' father's place as the town crier of Thetford. Robin Hood's Bay, on the bold headlands of Yorkshire, has Its town crier even today. "Walter Smith, who preceded the newly appointed crier of Province town, Insisted on a three-pound bell. It was, he maintained, an Irreducible minimum for a proper Job. Several ringers had gone before him, all of whom swung authoritative-sounding bells. Smith complained that his feet were ruined when the boardwalks of the town were replaced by cement. "But Provlncetown now boasts a new town crier, and what with the development of modern news-gathering agencies, high-speed presses, and split-second deliveries, he may well be the only surviving representative of his plctursque calling in America." Sea Biscuit Hunt Stngcd, SEASIDE. Ore. (UP) Between 800 and 900 "sea biscuits," little round shells picked up on the ocean beach, were turned in during a "biscuit hunt" staged by the Necanleum Orange. Charlotte Doolley won wltn 400 shells. FIRST AID By GLUYAS WILLIAMS COMES lrl,ANH0UHCIW6 A Llffle PROUDLY "THAT" HE HAS COi HIS F1W6ER DISPLAYS INFINITESIMAL SCRfrfCH WR MOTrlERTb SEE, AND ASKS CAN HE BAN0A6E If HIMSELF? APPLIES AMlSEWlC LIB ERAUY, MOST OF If MISSW6 F1K6ER AND 6DIK6 OVER WASH BOWi. 6ES dirt ADHESIVE Tape aMd cofs off A SfRIP A YARD OR SO L0K6 in Finds That adhesive Tape adheres koTon- W To THE FlKSER BUT To EiCTVtHiKi6 else 6Es pREftv complete ly EN1M6LED IN If, BUT FlNftLLV MAKES A start wrapping if Finishes. pecide6 That Thou&h .bandage IS A LlffLE BULKY, If LOOKS IMPORTANT REALIZES SDDDEKlVThaT The cot Was on fingir OF OfriER HAND. BDT. FEELS rf DOESN'T MAT-1 UR VERY MUCH (Copyright, 1838, by The Bell Syndicate, tnc.) LOS ANOELES (CT Tin cana go Into a. huge ahreddtng machine and com out the other end as acrap ateel and gle&mlng bare of tin In a new proceM Juat put Into operation hy a Lot Angelea plant. The pro.-ee. developed by David E. Deljippe, FVniriena Inventor, la ex pected to aalvafte thousand of dol lars worth of tin and ateel otherwise destined to waste awny In rust. Old cana first are shredded in a biff cylindrical apparatus like rlnt washing machine. A strong chemical mixture la poured Into the tank of metal ecrapa and the tin comes off In solution. Pure tin Ia reco-ered from the aolutlon by electrolyali The Yankeea and WashlnRton Sen ators claimed one of the reasons for thlr aa-hlt apasm In Yankee stiultu-n waa that the a'adlum turf had been paoked to pavement hardness by the crowd at the Louis-Camera, flht lew da) a beluia. S-MATTER POP- By C. M. Payno tsy tial t'orrest T-B-Hm. Area. vuoicM 1 n ' y eiVo vaj-Ja-t m C Mr- fr.'.fc , Hw -a fiSte r V - 2 J arfOopyrlght, 1936, by Th. Bell Syndicate, Inc.) ttf. 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