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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
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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."
(Copyright, 1994, by Uarian Sims)
A ditturblno Christmas prtient
comes, tomorrow, from Otmi Ford.
EXTORTION PLOT
NEW YORK. Aug. 31,( AP, FYd
era. Agrntn, posing tu hltch-hlkora,
crunks and ronclslde lovers, trapped
a young man who appeared at a
aonrly rendezvous on Long Inland
herc 10,000 waa to have been paid
In i.n extortion plot, the department
i s Juntlce announced today.
The prisoner, William J. Butler. 18.
o Brooklyn, was arrested last nlgM
nd today waived examination when
arralgnrd before United Stale Com
mtwloner Oarreti W. Cotter on a
charge of "extortion by matl." Hp whs
held for ft federal graud Jury ou 93.00C
bill.
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LENGTH HIT SHIP
KEWAnD. Alaska, Aug. 31. (API
Iclctra a foot long trll on the decks
or the stoamrr Curacao during a
freak nnoivtnll olr Chugach Island.
llon "Wolf L.iMon. etiip's pilot, tald
I ere today.
"The Ice particles, some of them a
root loi.g. struck the decks while the
snow was rnllliiK ." I.arsen said. "The
(Ml was heaviest about 3:30 Ihts
morning. '
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department of Agriculture report
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"Speed cop" has a real meaning as
applied to Charles ("MUe-a-Mlnute")
Murpny, nrst motorcycle policeman
in the world, now retired and ro-
aldlng In Flushing. N. Y.
Strange as It seems, in legs.
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
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Pilot Murphy, the first policeman to
solo an airplane.
Thimble Rose
Originated by J. de Vlnk. horti
culturist and botanist, the "Tom
Thumb" rose Is believed to be the
smallest species ever developed. The
tiny plant, which never grows to a
height of more than six Inches, has
a seed that calla for a microscope to
be properly seen. A thimble actually
provides ample space for the raising
of the plant. Buds of the species
are smaller than a grain of corn
and the perfectly formed blooms
seldom measure more than an Inch
across.
Tomorrow: The Woman Admiral.
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