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
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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
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IN OHIO, eNTERED THE FlElD
(teftlHSrTRE ENEMY,
WAS CAPTuRfcP, PAROLED,
hW KETilRrAE,T? HOME "i
AU MA SMiE DAY
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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-
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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.
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