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PAGE SIX MEDFORD AfATL TRTBTJXE. MEDFORD. OREGON". MONDAY. AUGUST 31. 1936. THE WORLD- ANTICLIMAX Bv GLUYAS W1LLIAM8 STRANGE AS JT SEEMS By JOHN HIX For furthef proof address the author. Inclosing . stomped mraiopa for reply. Reg. TJ. s. Pat Oft WITH A FENCE A Nrw Novtl by Marian Sims BYTtOPBlB: Carol Torrance it on her way book to her homo in Meredith from her teaching fob in Ashboro. She hoe tent Denis Ford on to his new work in Washington, allhonah it meant heartbreak tor each of them. And the hoe loft Hike liannlpan. the most intsreetlng and handsomest boy in her classes. lan guishing in the toils of Annabel Monroe. Altogether, Corel's tour ney is rather a worrisome one, aU thouoh the prospect of seeing the ami!? in a tew hours is a help. Chapter 18 MORE ABOUT DON ' a fEREDITH was becoming a real lty with every mile; Aehboro a lite she had lived In a dream. She was taking off Ashboro like a gar ment, and putting on Meredith In- stead. Confronted by the lights of the mills she couldn't remember so vividly Mike's twisted face, or even Denis's dark, eager eyes. The porter gathered up her bags and she followed him eagerly, too soon. She stood In the vestibule for almost a mile, as it she had never travelled before, and then charged down the steps bofore he could help her. Three shapes were hurrying down the platform towards her: a tall angular one that loped, a tall slim one that strode, a smaller bundle that pattered. She opened her arms and ran. "Mlllyl Oh, gosh, I'm so glad. . . ." Mllly's face was soit and cold, and her old fur coat smelled faintly of moth balls. Carol squeezed her con vulsively and turned to Jill, who felt so lithe and strong and young. Then Fat, whose arms enveloped her com pletely, while he said: "Well, kid . . ' In a rough, pleased voice. Pat picked up her bags and they walked towards the car, talking in the broken, meaningless sentences of people who have not yet become re-accustomed to each other. The house, as they turned In the driveway, seemed to hold out Its arms to them. It was unbearably lovely after Mrs. O'Connor's, Carol thought: It had acquired gracious ness and serenity In so tew years. TILLY eyed her critically. "You're a little thinner, aren't yout" "Probably. The Srst month or so Is always strenuous. After that you can relax." She looked at Mllly. "You look grand, sugar." Mllly's face was flushed and her eyes were shining. "Ob, I'm getting fat, darn ltl Middle-aged spread. Did you have supper?" "Did II In solitary state. It was marvellous after months of feeding with the public. I ate tor almost an hour." "Hut wouldn't you like a glass of milk and some cake? I want to fat ten you up while you're here." Mllly's affection needed some tangi ble outlet. "I'd love It. Let's all eat cake." They trooped Into the kitchen and draped themsolves on stools and over the table. Mllly bustled happily. "Nut cake!' Carol said. "I'll bet you made It for the prodigal." Pat grinned. "We've had the calf on Ice for a week. But this," his voice was ludicrously domestic "Isn't as good as I usually make. I think It was the eggs." Their earlier constraint was gone. They settled down to the business of re-knittlng the close fabric of their relationship. At eleven o'clock Mllly assumed a Arm expression. "It's time for bed. Carol must get plenty of rest while she's here. . . . You're In your own room, Carol." They went upstairs, still laughing at nothing. Carol sniffed her room like a dog, catching the scent of strange powder and perfume that lingered like the ghost of Edith Andrews. This room too seemed momentarily unfamiliar, especially with someone else's smell in 1U She opened her bag and began taking out her own belongings to lay the ghosL While she was brushing her hair Pat appeared, and sprawled his length across her bed. She smllod fondly at him, and felt the catch at her heart that so often came with the sight of him. "Well, Patrick what about It?" Ho lay with his hands looked be hind his head and watched hr. "Nothing. What about It yourself?" "I don't know." "Is It working?" "Not particularly, nut then I hardly eipocted It to. There've been ono or two bright spots. . . ." She told him about Denis and Mike, and he listened keenly. PAT looked thoughtful. "Some times you use your brain too much. Not ir this case, I Imagine, because I sort of agree with yov But when the time comes I want you to stop thinking and begin feel ing. Let yourself coast" "I know. It the time ever comes, I think I will." By association of ideas she asked casually: "How's Don, by the way?" Mirth flickered In Pat's eyes and disappeared. "I wanted to tip you off about that Brace yourself: Don's falling for our little sister. Since he couldn't make lova to the one who was dear . . ." She turned In her chair and stared at him. "No fooling?" "No tooling." His face was sober. "It's hard on your pride, of course, but when you get used to It I think you'll approve." She faced the mirror and rubbed MEBED ; 2 m Millie eyed Carol critically. oold oream carefully and meohanl cally from her face. Don and Jill. . . . "How does Jill feel about It?" Pat knit his thick, fair brows. "I don't quite know: she probably foeli uncomfortable about snatching youi lover even unintentionally." "But he isn't" Carol said quickly It he were 1 wouldn't be In Ash boro." She began to smile. "I'm al ready getting used to It and I think It might be perfect." Sure They both want the sam things: home and family and lira side. . . ." Pat's voice was hungry, and shi wanted to go and throw her armi around him. lnstoad she said: Thank heaven you warned ma Wouldn't it have been awful It I'd appropriated him when he came, Just assuming that I was still thi light of his life?" Don and Jill. And three months ago It had been Don and Carol. Pat was right; her pride had been Jarred, although Justice told her that Don was doing the wise thing In taking her at her word. But aside from hei tnmlly tills sovored her last thin link with Meredith. Pat said gruffly: "I never saw you do any appropriating, even when you had him; but 1 knew you'd want to know. Of course," he added, "see ing you again may bust It wide opon. ..." And It you don't really want him, I hope you won't let It, Carol heard his mind saying. She answered his unspoken roquost. "Don't worry. It won't." Mllly poked her head In the door. "Go to bod, you owls. You've got two weeks to tnlk In." 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Murphy won more than 160 prizes a bicycle rider, breaking seven world records, 17 American records and 37 New York atate records In the single yearl All of the then existing recorda for speed on a bicycle were shattered June 30, 1809, when, mounted on his bicycle, pedalling behind a special train which he used to cut down Blr resistance, Murphy attained a speed or 77 miles per nour riaing on a wooden plank be tween the rails. At the finish of the ride when the train started to slow down to a stop, the bicycle's front tire collided with the rear end of the observation car and Murphy was catapulted through the olr Into the arms of newspaper men atandlng on the rear platform. Aa a result he broke another record whloh la still believed to atand that of boarding a train travelling at a speed of over 60 miles per hour. In 1015 Charles Murphy became S HERE'S To Your I . ") VHAPPINESSJ Pilot Murphy, the first policeman to solo an airplane. 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