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KTOE FOURTEEN rEDFORD lirATL TRTBUXE. MEDFOKR OT?EGONT, FRIDAY. APRIL 3, 1936. By GLUYAS WILLIAMS Golden Rain APRIL WEATHER STRANGE AS IT SEEMS By JOHN HIX Toe further proof address the author. Inclosing a stamped envelope for reply. Reg. 0. g. pt ot i t SYNOPSIS! Uiee Bile tannin? is a rathtr moustlikt womun ex opting in delenee ot her family, which it impoverished but arieto emtio and in defence 0 her dead brother whom ehe thought woe c genius. Uiee Blta has eacriflced her brother William and her niece trie to her gods, now trie tinde ehe hae even been deceived Her brother Owen did not die in childhood ehe learne, but ie nrobahlv alive and tceli ktornan Black, Uiee Ella'e one boarder, telle trie he lodl find hrr brother. Chapter Eight NEW PLANS MORGAN, thank you! And . forgive me for being 10 horrid to you." Morgan tightened his arms about (rls before he released her. "There's nothing to thank me for. Tou're never been horrid," he said Inadequately. "Life go downstairs. Let's begin right away!" she said. As he followed her slim erect fig ure, flying lightly down the crazy attle stairs, he realised that be was In spite of everything In spite of his cynicism and bitterness and ev erything In bis past In love again. In love -1th Iris Lannlng. "But ! won't tell ber so. How do 1 know she's any bonester then the rest of them? I'll wait. I'll see ber through this queer affair; It wouldn't be decent not to help her. But I'l. wait," be told himself. Nevertheless, be quickened his steps, following ber. . They shut themselves In that sa cred and only private place, the salon parlor that bad been ber father's atudlo, and eagerly leafed Ella Lannlng's scrapbook over to gether. "It's here all right," Morgan said. "She didn't lie to you. She never has, actually." He read the yellowed scrap aloud: "Jem Ross Lannlng. Suddenly, June 12. 1917. Aged 28." There was no more than that "And then Josle Ross" ' "She's your aunt, you know. As much your aunt as Miss Ella." "Why, ao she Is. If she's alive. She must have gone away and taken lit tle Owen." ; He smiled. "Little Owen must be twenty-four now." "Ob, be must be somewhere!" Suddenly she was crying. "Morgan. Morgan, I can understand Aunt Ella she's never cared for anything ' but Daddy. But Uncle Will not to tell me" Morgan laid a gentle hand on her quivering sboulder. She was crouched In her father! sacred arm chair: her tossed unfashionable lovely balr down over her bands tbat Ud her face. He hoped his love did not show In the tone In whlcb he answered her. "It's because they all loved you-so. they were afraid If you knew yon bad people somewhere else they'd lose you." "But that wasn't honest!" she cried out. "You wouldn't do a thing like that to anybocy, would you?" The Innocently Implied faltb In Mm thrilled him. He answered bon estl). "I would try not to." As he spoke be remembered tbat ne had no choice auout trying. Be fore be knew he loved her he had given her bis word tbat he would find ber brother tor her. S'.e sat up, found a bindkarchlef. and began setting herself In order. "The girls you know don't cry. do they?" she demanded, trying to smile. "Only when they're angry. Tou're natural. Iris, I want you to be Just the way you are." QOMETHINQ In bis look made her w drop her eyes. "Everybody does. The way peo ple want foreigners to go on wear ing national costumes In America. And 1 hate It the way- they must hate It Don't think I'm foolish. Mor gan. But I've been picturesque and Vlctirlan all my life. Toil wouldn't like going round In sldewblskere and a stock, even If It was awfully becoming!" He laughed at ber; she was so prettj and so gallant and so alive, sitting up In the big chair, tousled and ardent. "Of course I wouldn't." "Whst do you think Owen Is like? she demanded. "Do you suppose he'll like me? Don't you think It's wonderful, having a long-lost brother like a fairytale ahead ot jouT" Morgan's less hopeful mind fore saw possibilities be would not of ter her; a day-laborer, an asylum roared child, perhaps one of the ragged hopoless young men hsnglng about employment agencies. "Perhaps he'll be like you. Per haps he'll be like your mother's peo AUSTIN. Texas. i UP) Fear-col-lacuna; la the stranae hobby of Dr. W. F. Oldley. desn of the University of Texas college of pharmacy. He ha 330 tram, rinsing from the sim ple to the unpmnouuceable variety. clarified and defined. Otrtley found nearly erery person has a partlrular fear phobia In technical lerma. No he began col Uvlliis them. A phobia la defined as! iiny Inuni dread or fear. Prraona ere afraid of drafts of sir, alius, rata, microbes, walking, can rer. mirrors, galet), demons, red worms, snakes, pains, fish. drnita. sinning, lice. cold, stranger, number "IS" and work. j To l)e a phoh::i" the ir.ir must le i uu'jriu.l I id Oldie) s list la-1 PI'S HOBBY IS LISTING FEARS ple," be answered. "He ougbt to be fond of you people are. But, Iris, don't put your hopes too high. It's so long ago; perhaps I mayn't be able to find any trace." She shook ber head. "The aunt that went away with him was younger than Aunt Ella. She might be alive, too. Ob, find out everything you can from Uncle Will I don't want to talk to htm about It; he's always so gentle, end I'm afraid I'd St. angry and scold him for not telling me. Please find out wby be never told me." Her trust In her people, be ssw, was shaken. . "After all, your father didn't tell you. Perhaps be wouldn't let your uncle." He,r face lighted. "Ob, that was It, that must have been It. After all. It Is a father's place to say about things. Isn't It?" She was so eager to believe In them.' "Of course," he said, furious meanwhile at the unfairness tor ber. "I'll find out for you the first minute I can." It was a good deal to do; to de mand of tbat proud, gentle old man so Intimate a thing But the next night, when they were together after dinner, he did It. He was, as his habit bad become, helping Uncle Will wltb some briefing. Iris was still In the kitchen, helping her aunt wltb tbe dishes. He laid down tbe fountain pen with which he had been making notes from the law book, and looked across. "Mr. Lannlng. there's something Iris wants to know, and sbe's so fond it you sbe can't bear to ask you herself. I know I'm barging In un forgivablyIf It were for anyone but Iris. She found out yesterday that the brother she thought dead Is still alive. I've promised to belp ber find blm. I have to tell you and ask you for any data you have about blm." T TNCLB WILL took It quietly, ex. ceptlng for a whitened face, and a trembling of the long wrinkled Ivory hands moving among the pa pers. Is she angry?" he asked. "I couldn't bear to have her angry." No. He felt as If he were sitting In Judgment, and be bated It "She's hurt, but she thinks there must be a good reason." My poor little girl! There's a rea son, but I don't know how good she II think It Is. My brother was so afraid that If she knew about any of It she would go away from him. He made us promise. He he was a person of great charm, my brotber, and jf Immense talent." Morgan wanted to cry out "But he's dead I " He did not He only asked quietly, "Can you tell me, then, anything tbat will belp me to find your nephew?" "Tbe last time I saw him was In Philadelphia, after Jean's death. Tbe next time I went Josephine had moved, leaving no address. I had still boped, I cared for Jo sephine." "And yet yon gave her up!" He could not belp it "My brother's talents made my financial help necessary." Uncle William stiffened. "1 never gave her up. I hoped on till she terminated the jngagement" Morgan did not pursue this further. The story was plain: Miss Ella had Insisted; Uncle Will, like many otherwise sood and wise men, had oaen a coward and slave before hla womenfolk. Morgan asked the last address of Josephine Ross, and everything else about her tbat might lead to her discovery, which Uncle Will gave wltb lawyerlike precision. "But If Josephine Is living, snd doing well and she was the type tbat succeeds she msy want to take Iris way from us," he said. He looked serosa the faded tablecloth with terror. And Morgan, with a like 'ear in bla heart could only say, "But It's her right sir." Uncle Will nodded. "Yes. It's ber right" He put ou. the hsnd that had been leafing over the briefs snd took Morgan's. Iris, In the kitchen, waa saving nothing about any ot It to her aunt Miss Ella was Just as usual. Tba scene bsd psssed. When you have lived with anyone all your life routine holds you. Irta was used to her runt; she loved her She wss used to having everything sacri ficed tor ber father's "genius." And so. Instead of demanding or re proaching, she took for grsnted the fact that Mlas Ella always bsd put ber fathei first snd always would, and talked about tbe dishes and tha neit day's dinner. fCW- l'!l-!. HtI KiJJtmrr) Margin get, a highly Important Ittttr, Monday. clndea alchmViphohis. insane fear nt sharp-pointed objects; anlo-phobla. dislike for the Pnsliah; anthrophobla. dread of human society; bathophohla, tear of deplha. and batrechophobla! dread of froga. Others are bllllophobra. fear of books; boglphohla. tear of apecters and epooka; bronthophohla. fear of thunder; oerauiwphobia, fear of lightning: eleinthrophohia. tear of being ahut up In a cloned place; and eo'.orophohla. aversion to color. Portland Customs Receipts Climbing POnTLAND, Arrll 9. tA' Hlrma receipt, here climbed to tiu tw In I March, exceeiinfr by 16.815 any month In more than 30 years. R. F. Barnes, deputy eolleclor, said receipt came principally from Cana dian and Bcotch whiskies, flaxseed. corn, corned beef. Iron, sleel, cemenl and Kuropean and Japanese goods. Fxports slumped, declined lo Si.. 134,911 from 11.410,076 for rebruarf ySJY 4i?fy . .t W. i ' .rV-- TTL3""'Ti "Sf THE -'' tfV hit trI-J1' "t PAdflC OCEftH COVERS V't Pv,' & lf7lJ j MUCH OF THE WORLP "Jh S 7 rV ' 'ftUsTtit other n r7lr3 f5) f ToM Morris sr., Wjj fj CM(M mV7 V- won Trie Bfafert opzh WJh CifaMWU& BTiMK BETWEEN Wwfi M1 THEM- ifTMES fflfo. .lolMeDTelP IJWinM A(?eV IN OHIO, eNTERED THE FlElD (teftlHSrTRE ENEMY, WAS CAPTuRfcP, PAROLED, hW KETilRrAE,T? HOME "i AU MA SMiE DAY 4 -CM far- John Sharkcy' Civil War expert- nc? lasted just a little less than one whole day yn In that duy more appened to him than does to many men In & lifetime of soldlnrlng. Star key Joined the Union army, entrained for duty, entered hostile ground and met the enemy he was captured, paroled and ro turned horn?. Stanley waa one of a group of men In and about the little town of Mor row, Ohio, who organized a home guard unit' to protect their homes from raids by Morgan's Southern troops. He had previously been re jected for regular duty because of his health. He an dhls fellow soldiers drilled with brooms, axe, hoe and rake han dles then decided to go to a nearby military supply station for regular arms. They enrolled and got on a special train one morning and pulled out of Morrow amid touching cere monies and Inspiring cheers sworn to turn back the menace of Morgan's men. A few miles out of town the train slopped and the new soldiers found themselves surrounded by grey clad soldiers Morgan's men themselves. Surrounded and without arms, they were taken prisoners, pnroled Imme- TAILSPIN TOMMY The Hooded Flyer-Springs His Trapl m i i I-X ax fli I ni r ru i IMIU If im, mm iiMsiiam i j J 11 il 11 1H H I i jEtltVinO THAT rOttKINS....TOrW TOMKlrtsZV WlK L ITEU TMEM .SPEED WALTOfl'V - ; ; , Arl... HH..THEY HAVE fAUEfT T Tr! TOnflt AtlD SrtftlER f CALLING THREE-POIMT....5r1lP IS J (fV f IT COMIMQ in WITH THE VI f f injq MY TRAP LIKt FLIPS -) ' &, (WD BEEM PRUOCEP :,(. CRIPPLED DOWN AT BIG J ' T DENVER MAIL ... HIS COUR5t?M II ial . Ml l' II If lL VM' BY DOPED FOOD ' : 1 - J i -hi -aeas.ia.sasaai eememWkkkbkmkkemkkMmmmtt 1 1 IJ. .mm..Jmmetmiemmm-mnnwk saB&abBBsisa I BEN WEBSTER'S CAREER The Explosion! - ByEDWIN ALGER DOVOUMEANTOY AA MOT - 'wvAAT DO NOU MEAM AM UNEAKWLY WISUfi, TH6 ROAR OP A fit J "WAATt -VHAT A J IKWAAANfi - . 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The golfing dynasty of tbe Mor rises, father and son. began in 1861 when Tom Morris, Sr., won the Brit ish Open. He won It again the fol lowing year, again in 1864 and again In 1867. The next year his son, Tom Morris, jr., won It. The son won the British Open four times in a row in 1888, 1869, 1870 and 1873. There was no tournament in 1871. Tom, Jr., died when he was 24 years old. in 1875 four times the winner of the British 0en. Tomorrow: The Burning llfghunr. t-3 I'M ATTER POP w . -hTV ( ISA". JUNIOR HAS. HIS MOKlEMf OF "TRIUMPH WHEW , ATfER CONSIDER WblE AR6l)MEH HE HWa BEEN SENT UPSfFllRS iO CHftHSE HS. SHOES, AND DISCOVERS THA'f Ml HIS OfrtXR-' SHOES ARE WE-f,00 , (Copyright, 1936, by The Bell Syndicate, Inc-) fc-(CPyright, 1936, by Ths BeU 87 0J.UVAS WiLUAfjS Bv 0- M. PAYNE By HAL FORRESt 1 " ' ' ' 1 " nif.MH.li.1 n , ..fct. i 1 I- T j - -
