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PAfiTC ETflTTT MEDFORD MAIL TRIBDKKMEDFORD, OREGON. SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 2. 1936. wvn mm rw uov wvu mmo im mot uvu two m iaot wavit auND mi uun NEVERcMIND THE LADY MfVtt MIND NIVII MIND MIVU MIND by David Garth MtVTI MJNO IHI UDT MIVU mimv ina uui MVU WW THI IAOT Chapter 43 STORM A WEEK later the Btorm broke. It had been rising ilowly for Jays, heralded by many ipasmodtc rat-a-tat-tats of qulok-rlslnj angry Sownpours. Allaire knew something iraa wrong. Corrlgan and Wlllett went about stern and silent, and even the chattering Chalkls felt that horrible presage of the season gath ering Itself tor one final blast. The river rose and rose, angry and black, spreading a thick slimy silt over the ground for yards around near the banks, and then one nlgbt the storm burst, caught up with Ita messengers, and spread all over them. All that night the storm rode viciously over man's handiwork, and all the next day. The air was very warm and close, but there were beads of perspiration on Allaire's brow that were cold and not caused by the weather. Had she picked up the fever, she wondered? What a time to worry Wlllett when he was faced with a crisis. But she had to admit to herself that she didn't feel well, and when Wlllett suddenly caught up his reefer and went outside, she decided to go to bed. ' "Darling," she laid, speaking with difficulty, "I've jumped the gun." Wlllett whirled and rushed back outside. "Corrlgan!" he roared. "Somebody's got to get a doctorl Al laire'sshe's " Corrlgan stared. His Hps moved tonelessly, then be grabbed Willett's wrist. "Nobody can get up or down that river tonight! It's standing on Ita damned hea." "THe hell nobody can't! I'll go down myself." The storm laughed at him, blew his words back In bis teeth. And It waa more than a phrase to let off steam. It was a frantic plea. Rosa was back. "You come," she said to Wlllett ''pERRY went back quickly. Al--1 lalre's face waa concerned. "Better now," she said, breathing a little rapidly. "Darling, don't worry. Rosa's with me." Wlllett sank on his knees beside her. "I'll never forgive myself," ha said bitterly. "I've taken 'swell care of you." "It wasn't your fault" Her hand reached out and rested on his shoul der. He felt It tighten suddenly and looked wildly around for Rosa, but the next mluute It relaxed. "If she holds, It's a mlraclel" arm he Wlllett -aught Corrlgan'i and pointed to the dam. "She going to hold, Bucky, ' howled. Corrlgan squinted his eyes atid atared through the thickly-obscured drenched air. "I'm going to take a 'look!" be houted. The upper Palva waa mad. Corrl gan saw something that caused cold chills to chase up and down his spine. Plainly evident was a slow spreading crack. He went back to Wlllett . "All right so far!" he yelled, "but It this doesn't let up soon. It won't be. Sorry, fella. Any orders!" lyiLLBTT shook his bead. It was ' ' getting dark and the spearhead of rainy season was driving them back. Weather itT They had to weather Itl He went into the office. The lamp was lit It glowed a dull yellow against the supernatural darknesa of the atorm. DestrucMonl Chaos! A bust as an engineer. Sacrifice, sweat, money, courage, bra Ins wasted, lost, washed away. "Damn you!" he suddenly shouted. He got up and threw open the door and took the driving rain In hla teeth. "Damn you, If you were human, it you were something I could get my handa on!" "Easy!" Corrlgan was at his side. "Easy, fella! Wo ve got a chance yet" Willett's Jaw was like a rock. He gripped Corrlgan's arm In that steel grasp of his. "You're right we have a chance. We're golug to sandbag that dam. We're going to rout out all those shaking Chalkls snd their women too and buttress that dam." "Seflor Wlllett I" It was Rosa's voice, a plorclng cry through the dripping blackness. She pulled at bis sleeve. "You muat come" "Come, nowT Why?" Allaire! Wlllett raced to the hut, flung open the door, and stopped aghast on the threshold. Tie face of that girl on the pillow was white and tho shad dws caused by the lamp played over features thst bore the etching of pain. "Allaire!" Ills voice wss stricken. She reached out a hsnd to him. Allaire lay back on the pillow, beada ot perspiration on her tore head, breathing as though ex hausted. "Terry," she said auddenly, "II anything happena, I want you to promise me something." He couldn't answer. Hs throat was choked and hot tears blinded his eyes. "You won't go off hnlf-cocked Terry, like your father. Ob, It's sc Important! You have so many won derful things to do. You're going tc be famous." The last word waa almost a whls per. And the rain chanted the re fraln. "You're going to be famous You're going to be famous." Fam ous! His rangy form shook. Allaire!" he pleaded, "Oh, girl you're going to be all right you'n going to come through" "Terry, you never knew some thing. I was saving It until somi time when I thought you'd be read) to go home" She paused, smiling as If terrlblj pleased over something. "I saw your old home, Terry, and I took a long term option on It, I couldn't bear to think of anyone else In It but you." Terry Willett's face had been due to show the hand of his long-dead, gentle mother many times. Her heritage waa in his eyes now, those fine grey-green eyes with a splotch ot brown about the pupils. He knew he could never disappoint this girl In any way. He would be strong- whatever happened. "Wlllett! Hey, Terry!" Corrlgan's voice raised In a shout. Ho stuck his head In at the door. "Come on the double-quick, fella, you're needed." "To hell with the Job!" he said tensely. "Terry!" cried Allaire, almost In agony, "you can't do that! You've done something mighty fine. Save It now" "I won't leave you." Terry!" She was sitting up, her eyes on him, pleading. "You do your Job. I ll do mine." "Stick with It, honey," be said gently. Then he went quickly out Inte the night. (CoriirliU, l.tl, y David (IttrlS) Tarry, tomorrow, gets msdly Into battle. THE WINNING PLAYS IN GRANGE CONTEST 10 BE PRESENTED FEB. 6TH The three wlnnrng plays In the ru ral dramatic contest beliw; held In the county during the past we will be presented tn the finals St the Medio-:! arnior tilth school Thursday. PVb. flth. flmvn rural communities have been divided In two districts, and the winning plays from each dis trict will place In the finals. The third play of the flnala will be selected at s dreaa trhearnl of the two plsva placing aecond tn each dlatrlct. Com munltlaa have been divided ss fol low: Dutrlct 1 Central Point, Upper Hogue River, Trail, District S Eaie nlnt. Rogv.e Riv er. Talent. Phoenix. Considering the outstanctln; success of the plava almtdy presented, tho quality ot the final productions will rats higher than in former years, and the finals promise to be w i worth at. tending. Ticket sales will open In Medtord M-.mrtsy", with Hsrrv Ward of this city ss chslrmsn. Mr. Ward ' has appointed the focowlng In esctl ' community ss committee chsirmen ' to assist him In ticket aalrs: Mrs. l Port. Apple..!; Clarence ' Davles. Stele Point. Mrs o C. Mauat, Centra Point; Paul Roherteon, ll.-per Rorfue; Elva Cater. Phoenli; Irwin Howe. Trail; Mrs. Nellie Dunn. Ben view: Majjorls Pans. Ould Hill; Ruth Hood. Uriffln CTert: Mrs o. L Wll son, Pains Valley; Mrs. Gearys Hart ley, Tlalent; Henry Ooivrer, Ja.-iann-vllle; C. W. Smith. Rogue River. Ho,. coe Roberts snd Elsie HKiver. Roy Anne: Lovise Brooxway, Arnold Bohn- ert, Eva aegessman. Trail. Cse Mall Tribune wast ads. E PLAY IS MONDAY "The Clod" Is the title of a stirring one-net play to be presented by Phoe nix Orange at the Orange hall Mon day evening. February 8. the last night when plays will be given In the county dramatics contest. "The Clod" portrays an appealing story of Civil war days; written by Louis Beach and presented by special arrangement with Samuel French, author. The scene la the kitchen of a farm home on the border line between the Northern and Southern states. The following cast has been directed by Mrs. Ethel Hockersmlth: Thaddeus Track ...... Jerry Bishop Mary Trafllt ........ Kathryn Denser A Northern Private m ...... Keith Hoclcersmltn A Southern Sergeant Al Floyd A Southern Private Ed StUwell Production staff: Electrician .. Ray Ward Costumes Olive Pluyd Stage properties . George Drake Prompter - Florence Drake Much effort has been extended on J the part of the producers In prepar- j Ing costumes and obtaining antiques for the atage setting. Guns used In I the scene were' secured at the Hart- ' man home at Jacksonville. Judges for this play are Miss Alice Spurgeon of Medford high school and Wm. Joe Nee of Jacksonville high school. Following the play a dance will be given by the ways and means com mittee end the Elk home economics committee will serve refreshments. TEE FAMILY ALBUM TELEPHONE NUMBER By GLUYAS WILLIAMS STRANGE AS IT SEEMS-By JOHN HIX Tot further proof address the author. Inclosing a stamped envelope for reply. Reg. 0. S. PaL Off. awe!? wsNPeu. mm0 moi& America au-fhor, c IvJM? F ' ' Of 11Qm ifcp, irp I OMW AM IWfllN Wife gETWeEN TftgM.. -isss I laTtl b J UH. .II i VsVUSVstfU's'J. , Sy4ksu. is. Strange as It seems, Oliver Wen de'l Holmes, who is remembered as one of America's outstanding men of letters, was not a writer by pro fession his real profession was med icine. Writing was his hobby and It was his hobby that made htm fam ous. Although he cannot be consid ered as having been great In the medical profession, he was sn au thority of considerable reputation among medical men of his own time. He studied 'medicine three years at Harvard, having changed hi original plan of law study, then went to Europe where he continued two years. He practiced medicine In Bos ton for a time, later became pro fessor of anatomy at Dartmouth col lege, a position he held two years before returning to Boston where he spent most of the remainder of his life. In 1847 he became professor of anatomy and physlolcy In Harvard Medical school, where he remained for 35 years. He published numerous scientific papers from time to time, and made at least one Important I contribution to medicine with his paper on puerperal fever. And all through his medical car eer he kept busy at his hobby the writing of light poetry arid essays. It la for these that Oliver Wendell Holmes Is remembered today for hla "Autocrat of' the Breakfast Table," his "Old Ironsides," "Elsie Venner." "The Chambered Nautilus." "The Deacon's Masterpiece." or "The Wonderful One-Hoss Shay" and many others. fi6K$ TAMllY Dots mi ONE. 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