Medford mail tribune. (Medford, Or.) 1909-1989, April 06, 1936, Image 6

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Newspaper Page TextPAGE SIX METTFOTTO WAIL TRTBTTNE. rEDFORD, OREGON1, MONDAY. 'APRTT6. 193(5. By GLUYAS WILLIAMS.' SOAP STRANGE AS IT SEEMS By JOHN HIX Tor further proof addresa the author, inclosing a stamped envelope (or reply. Kec. TJ. S. Pat Off. Golden J&in&? 61 NurslBt Morgan Black mnd Irit Lanninp havt tormtd a torn radtihip; m not dtvtloptd 4nlo mori than comradethit or More an ie l boarding urtt Iru1 iunt Ella, Htloino Irlf Unelt WUKam In hit law praetitt f fill H"W and amu Mnuel, and on lot loo at u trying to Ind )rt orotf Ou wry xulenca or iekom Km (Ua Ao kopt from t olrl until rocmlly Uoraan hat oono to U OHnor'i cock-tall party; Irtt It at Mmi ! eaujo A no nocMito III to loear. Tht lanninat art poor - e4 era alM slaves to tht mtmory at Irir tathtr. tenon UHt la ooniklori to jd betn a grtat otniut. Chapter It LETTER FROM OWEN T'AT u warm and cheerful and friendly. She was honestly en chanted with the Idea that ah waa gtrlng a cocktail party: that aha had on a brand-new maroon ahaer with puffed aleerea and a lac tie. all tucked to look like waffle.; that ahe bad loat Bra pounda title laat week (ahe waa the stocky kind that haa to watch pounda): that bar brown hair waa curled In three rowa or tight little amart rtnjlets, and that Morgan Black bad come to tbe Darty wblcb could be beard jell' In happily within the lace-draped wlndowa of the OlUara' handaome eml-detached atone bouae. "1 tried to drag bar, but ahe bad lome work to do," Morgan aald. "She aald aba could bare come If It had been next week. "I'll aak her to tbe very next one. then," aald Kay, her eyea crinkling up wltb the pleasure of doing some- thlng nice. You could do worae, it you were a almple honaat email -town lad, tban go after Kay Oliver, Morgan thought dlalntereatedly. You would alwaya be aure of bounding pbyalcal good-nature, of ktndneaa and era- clency, cbeerful obvious Jokea told with a buret of laughter, of every thing. And perbape that blunt trlendll neaa, and that nice friendly obvious neaa weren't tbe worat thing! in the world for that lucky email-town lad to have ahead of him. He clipped bla arm through tbe one Kay held out to blm and went lnalde and helped with the yelling. There waa a friendly rough-houaa going on lnalde. Aa one of tbe other men grabbed blm It waa leapfrog, aometblng to do with tortelta or aome other parlor game, be gath ered a latter dropped from bla pocket. He had atopped for mall at . the poat office, and (ben forgotten all about It. Aa he atooped to pick It up the name acrosa the back caught bla eye. "Here, let me out of thli," be aald. "Oat to read a letter." HIS went brlakly borne, ber ling- Ing leaaon once given. She waa a little tired. But the men would be coming In soon. She would hear Morgan'a quick light atap, and Uncle Wlll'a heavier one, on the creaking porch. She aprang up, amlllng a little at being ao clever aa to hear from ber eat Is the dining-room window; ehe ran out to tbe kitchen, where tbe kettle waa boiling, and every thing aet ready for tea; allced lemon, teapot, augar, cream, and thin bread and butter. She had been doing tbla tor a month or two now. Morgan liked It, and Uncle William, tired from the day'a work, waa picked up by It; It made eaay their two boura' wall tor even-thirty dinner, which Aunt Ella atlll kept to because Irla'a fa ther bad preferred 1L She had the big defaced beautiful black Japanned tray on a corner of the table by the time the men were wltb ber. Before Uncle William could bend to klaa her, Morgan had her by the hands. "Irla. I've found blml" She did not need to aak whom. What abe aaked waa "When! Where 7" Uncle William looked dlaplrlted. He did not epeak. "Your brother wrote me; 1 picked np the letter at the poat office ee I came by I" Morgan dropped It In her lap. She alood nearer to the window to get the fading light, and benl her toaaed duaky bead above It. Her handa ahook ao ahe could acarcely hold tbe paper. The writing and atatlonery were correct He waa no tramp, at leaet. Owen Lannlna and bla aunt, Mlaa Roaa. would meet Mr. Black and. they boped. Irla, at the Perala Ho tel. at nve-lhlrty on the day they received thla. That waa all. "Am I to goT" waa all abe could find to aay, now It had happened It did not aeem real. "Yea. dear, you must go." ber uncie aniwered, and Morgan waa putting her Into her heavy rough coat and pulling her beret down over ber flare of duaky hair, even putting her glovea on. Both men were oddly quiet She waa fright ened, and yet more excited than abe had ever been In her lite. HER first Impression waa of tbe velveta and tapestries, of tbe "private aulte" of tbe hotel. She bad never been Inside It before. Her second was of a tall Impressive slim woman rising with manner from a chair In the background; and then before her dlziylng eyea a young man waa coming to meet her, tak lng her hands In his hands aa cold, aa excited aa ber own. For a moment sbe did not dare look at blm. And then, lifting ber eyea. It was all right, for what ahe saw might have been the kind, wlae 1 There waa a frlendl, rough-houee Inside. face of Uncle Will a generation younger. The same rather long aqullln olive face, Ihe iinii large black- puplled gray eyes with thick laahea that all tbe Lannlnga bad; a nar rowly hulll. mlddle-ilzed man like Uncle Will, but wltb a quick youth ful suppleness and noticeable grace of movement under the perfectly tailored blue serge. ' There waa something, she thought at Drat a llllle hard In hla young tired face. But be waa kind when he smiled. Here waa a brother with whom she would be safe. "Oh," she said, "you are Owen." "Yes," said the voice, which ex cept tor Us younger Intonations might have been her uncle's, alow and reflective and ateady. "I'm Owon." They regarded each other a mo ment longer, trusting and liking what thoy saw. Then Irla Impul sively kissed him. He waa her brother! Thla la Aunt Joaonhlne," he said, turning her to the rigid handaome smiling lady making converaatlon with Morgan. Irla aaw, aa they came close. someone she did not teel quite al ease with, bul Instinctively wanted to live up to. A miner handsome woman whose figure would have been girlishly perfect bul for a stiff ness which bespoke dieting rather than natural sllmness. Her hair. dark red by nalure or art, was waved and rut at perfectly as a was head In a window. ICrtrriftl, ItU 'e ittt,u WiUtmnl 1Mb lorn, tomorrow, how Owtn ttakt a llvlno. FLOATING FLYING FIELD LAUNCHED NEWPORT NEWS. V.. April 6 (AP)-Mrf. Franklin D. Rocwewlt broVtfl ft bottlf of chmpgnt on th prow of th 17.000-ton ftlrcrftft rr rl?r Yorkiown BaturcUy and aent the broAil-tlecttrd vftsrI down t way to bwome the ftm ihlp launchrd In th Rooaevlt navkl construction prop-ram. A th first Udy chrHUnM the 10.000.000 craft, tug bout whUtln creamed, the band of th aecond const artillery blared and cheera went up from the crowd that parked the mammoth yardji of the Newport New HhlpbvilMiiid and Drydork company, lor Ut Cvlotfu. wrcffi.n). EI 10 RETIRE LONDON. April (ITl John Mi-Corma.-k. Irlli truor. announced today that he will retire next year after a farewell concert in London MrCormark la M. lie Intimated he my renounce ,l American cltlren ahlp to become mlnt.Mer of arte ot the Irlali free Bute. MoCormara. who made a great part of hla fortune in the United State, wan naturallred In New York In 19ID. He aald he would dlallke giving up h! rltlrenshlp but would make the am-rlflee If he thoURht he could he rf M-rvlce to Ireland. rnoue A4i We II haul aaay )oui rvluts. Cil aauitarjr Seine. kite 708$ tTuii.itviijp lO.durvi rfi MORE TrtftN HM T Of TrttM ARE NAMELESS S nLinsiiivJ iko tJAif,? ' rSN-ttKCrt Of- I'v&rUPiKt 'It ii rT - I u -MBBakuB. W Tl lV jVXAI k vTW -ivfcnal 1650-fli'h. aiouK, (' Yll Oliver Goldsmith's novel, "The Vicar of -Wakefield." is considered a classic In Its field. Upon It, his com edy, "She Stoops to Conquer," and bla poem. "The Deserted Village." the writer's fame solidly rests. Gold smith's "Natural History" was ft very unscientific work undertaken without research on his part, and consisting of rewritten parts of other similar works. Goldsmith In his "Natural History" showed an amazing disregard for accuracy and in It may be found some startling contradltlons. Yet. Insplte of the vast difference In literary value between the two works, the "Natural History" paid Goldsmith ten time more In money than did hta classic, "The Vicar of Wakefield." Publishers gave him 4,000 for the former and only about $400.00 for the Intter. Revolution In Panama goes back far beyond the middle nineteenth century, but In the half century be ginning with 1650. the little coun try averaged more than one revolu tion a year. Colombia, which con trolled Panama, put down one after another of the rebellions after Pan ama first declared herself Independ ent until from lBOfl to 1003 there PTm Here's' Q0fi 6010SMITH frte vicr? of wmefieid wojwr yiom- NfiTilf5ftl.HTbRy 4-3- wa almost continual revolution In one part or another of Panama. In the year following that. Panama overthrew Colombian control, and the United States hastily recognized her Independence a fact which probably guaranteed Panama's 'ree-dom. KSErlfORSfWRSfO WASH HroTACE, WrfH ORDfRS fo USE SOAP Qll w fu PEERS IN MIRROR 1b ST VHAT filERE WAS BR PAREMT5 iO MAKE SUCH A fOii ABOUf Fills bowl. Fihps onlv A-fiNV SLWER of soap IU SOAP PISH has "Trouble workiH6 UP A LftlHER BKAUSr -riMV piece of soap KEEPS SLIPPING FROM BElWEErJ HIS HAriDS J r4 retrieves rt Three Times from floor ieV "t5 LOSES rf 1H BOWL, Fl NAU.V HAVlK&Tb LET" WATER OOTTofiET'lf. SOAP BV NOW IS REDUCED fo VANISHING POINT AT LAST CllKCHES SOAR. CLEANS FACE OH foWELj WHICH 15 LBRStLY IM - 6E1S A bib NfcW CRIfc J A6IMARV, AND SPRINKLES OF SOAP FROM CflBlHrf A LITTLE WATER ON FACE PUIS IT IN SOAP BI5H, AMD 60ES P0WrJ5TA)RS (Oopyright." lft?6. by The Bell Syndicate, Inc.) 8'MATTER POP Bv 0. M, PAYNB Tomorrow: Iron Hlghnays 4 Lane Case Closed: EUGENE, Ore.. April 6. (AP) A said today that Otto H. Maurer, secretary-treasurer of the Pehn Lumber company at McOlynn, apparently committed aulclde, although death could have been caused by an accident. 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