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MEDFORD MATL TRTBTTNTC, MEDFORD, OREGON, THURSDAY, 'APRIL 29. 1937.
By MARGARET WIDDEMER
SYNOPSIS: Evt Mannereleld
uiugu to forget gay Denny
when she learns he is to wed
wealthy Milzl. Resuming her
ount'e baking business, ihe flndi
contentment in her old house and
orchard in Connecticut. "Uncle"
Henry and serious little Judge
Featheretone, whose parent have
left him with Eve, help her run
the place. They adore Eve. So does
George Cleveland, her steady, de
pendable neighbor. Too late, Eve
realize! she hoe come to love
' George, or he return from a
home party engaged to actress
Ellen Walton, Eve's dote friend.
Chapter 38
An Old Love Story
EVE ut on the bottom itep of the
old portico, ilaring oft to the tow
milt across the meBdow beyond the
orchard. She was thinner and paler
than she had been a week ago when
Ellen had first told her the news.
Ellen had Just gone back to her stock
company in Sharon. Judge had gone
on a long-promised camping trip the
day before George and Ellen returned
engaged. Eve rather wished he could
stay away longer; sho did not feel
at if she could stand another set of
Inevitable exclamations and ques
tlons. He would be back shortly; In
time for supper, certainly. . . . Well,
there was this short moment of peace.
here In the sunset. Not too long.
If she stayed where she was, Inevit
ably she would see, tiny and clear
against the colored sky, George's
familiar figure crossing his lawns as
he came down from his work. She
shivered a little and wanted wildly to
run to the ends of the earth. And she
couldn't. She mustn't
"Well, daughter, what you thinking
about?" Uncle Henry asked gently,
coming up to her In his shapeless
sweater and faded overalls. He was
carrying a basket of pumpkins, gol
den and big as Cinderella's coach.
She looked up at him, not troubling
to hide anything.
"I was wondering," she told him
wearily, "why I don't bolt. Ilka the
Featherstones."
He said matter-of-factly, "Because
It Isn't In you. Some horses bolt and
some don't; same with humans." He
set down his basket, and sat himself
beside her, staring, too, at the bright
turning hills.
"You weren't more than seventeen
when Evelina died, and at that age
t donno but a long time after old
folks don't seem human beings to
young folks. I don't suppose you ever
knew there was a time when she and
I were going to marry."
"Nol" Eve was startled. "1 never
did."
"She had mora education than I
did, and your folks were always con
sidered higher, but I was a handsome
young fellow those days, with a lot of
the Old Nick In ma. She was full of
spirit and pride too too much, both
of us. Well, we had one quarrel too
many; how could we know It would
be the last one? You don't," said the
old man meditatively, staring at the
scarlet-streaked hills. "No, you don't.
"Well, Evelina flounced off some
where your cousins in Detroit, the
Dentons. And Essie came to visit
some folks of hers, here. Little and
lacy and delicate and sort of clinging
she was, sort of a change from Eve
lina's always being so proud and ca
pable. And new In town, with all the
other fellows wild about her. So I
beaued her around. . . . And first I
knew I'd said something or other, and.
poor little thing, she took it we were
engaged, and the town took It so
too. . . . She hadn't any people but
the cousins she was visiting, that were
tired of her, she said. . . . And the
upshot of it was we were married be
fore Evelina got back. And Evelina
and 1 only needed to look at each
other to know I'd made a mistake
nothing could put right."
you'll Bay That, Daughter'
"VH, Uncle Henryl" Eve thought
of fretful. drngSled. selfish Aunt
Essie, wrapped in her slovenly quilts
at the window of the old farmhouse
slttingroom; and of her own Aunt
Evelina, proud and fastidious to the
end of her days as Uncle Henry him
self. "It's a long time gone, daughter.
But your Aunt Evelina didn't run off.
Not even when the old folks died,
nor when your father and mother
died. She reared you and took pride
In the upkeep of this place, and help
ed run town doings and earned her
living. . . . And when she came to
die she said to me, 'Henry, It's been a
good lite. I've liked living, nearly
straight through.' " He paused a mo
ment and added huskily: "And
you're a Mnnncrsfield too. You'll say
that, daughter."
Eve found herself, suddenly, crying
for that old love story as she had not
cried for her own. The old man had
told it to her to help, to show her that
she, too, could find life good, eould
face living on near the man she loved,
because of courage for work, and re
sponsibility and little pleasures. She
reached blindly for Uncle Henry's
hard long old hand.
"I I will. Uncle Henry"
She stood up to go Inside. Judge
would be getting back soon now, with
hungry boy's appetite. A man's
step sounc... ...tier of the
house, and sho .tuciiud , . . No, not
George. She would not have to greet
George with pleasant Indifference
again today.
"Well, son, what you doing so far
from home this near supper?" Uncle
Henry was saying, as shambling
Lance Seymour cam up to them,
gnawing a big yellow apple. It was
windy, but Lance had no sweater over
his ragged blue shirt, and a bare
knobby knee showed through his
overalls,
"Not far from home," Lance mum
bled sullenly.
"Hungry, boy? Guess we could
And a sandwich and a glass of milk,
eh, Eve?"
"Don't want any. Had a lot of
apples, good Seymour apples. And I
roasted some 'taters."
"Look here, Lance, you mustn't do
like that. That's stealing. Your dad
sold the house to George Cleveland,
and that makes the potatoes his. You
don't want to be put In the lockup
again, do you?"
Lancelot's half-open foolish mouth
snapped shut, over his blackened
teeth. His lantern-Jawed face
changed from Its usual blank expres
sion to one of vicious fury.
"That's the Seymour house," he
opened his mouth again to say, "It
was built by Lancelot Seymour, and
Ira Lancelot Seymour, and them
Clevelands ain't no right there. They
done a lot of things to It they ain't
no right to do. Swellln' round there,
and that Mattle Webb warnln' me
off for dlggln' up plnles to put on
Granther Seymour's gravel Plnlea
man named Evans or something sent
him from England hundreds of years
backl They got to get outl I'm goin'
to make 'em get outl"
His whole gaunt body shook with
weak hysterical anger.
Well, son, now, 1 wouldn't do that
You go home now and talk it over
with your dad. He'll tell you how
he sold it to the Clevelands, lock.
stock and barrel, and it Isn't yours
any more."
Dad isn't home. Down to the
saloon In Westport"
But Lance, suddenly terrified at
his own anger, shambled quickly
away.
Eve lingered on the steps. Tou
don't think he'll really do anything,
do you?"
"Gosh, no, child! What could he
do? He's Just talking the way half
wits always do talk. Run In now, the
wind's rising."
Judge Brings Homo Trout
SHE went slowly In. Judge, clatter
ing In from the front door, where
he had been dropped by his friends,
laden with bags and tin cans and
string of fish, wild with excitement
at finding someone to whom he could
relate the story of his exciting week.
met her in the kitchen. "And I
learned how to fix apples to bake,
lemme show youl"
It was peaceful and quiet there In
the old bright kitchen. Judge, brown
and strong and bright-eyed, still
smelling rather fishy, chattered on
and on about the real trout all clean
ed, they would fry for breakfast his
prowess in Jumping, his longing to
go to a real boy's camp. Uncle Henry,
raking outside, whistled on at his In
variable work-tune:
Plaltlr d'amour ne dure qu'un
moment . . . Chagrin d'amour
dure toute la vlel
Some French emigre must have
brought It to Connecticut long ago;
Undo Henry whistled It because his
father had done so before him. Eve
had heard It sung at concerts In New
York. A stiff little bright tinkling
tune; he whistled It over and over,
and Eve hummed the words.
And all In a moment In the warm
kind old kitchen, while the contented
child chattered and the old man
whistled cheerfully outside. Eve was
suddenly, horribly frightened; fright
ened because George Cleveland had
been threatened by a helpless half
starved halfwit She knew it waa
crazy. George, strong, wise, capable
it was nonsense. . . . Except that
when you love anybody the way she
did George, It seems that your heart
stands always on guard, anguished,
watchful, afraid. . , , They had been
so long together; he had been Ellen's
so short a while, that as she stood at
the table, her clever hands pouring
hot milk on fluffy flour, stirring, add
ing with mechanical perfection, her
heart forgot; she slipped Into a day
dream about him.
If she were doing this for George
. . George with his normal fond
nesses for good food, long evenings
by firelight long walks; all the home
things that were so dear shared! She
waa deep in a daydream of the sort
girls In love have; a silly, loving pic
ture of George, coming in fresh with
the autumn wind, kissing her and
laughing and telling her to hurry up.
he was hungry; George telling her
about his day, his success In the new
set of grafts; George leaning across
the dinner table, praising the little,
doubled brown rolls, her singing at
the Grange the night before, proud of
a wife who did so many things so well.
fCopyWpM. ttSI. Uargaret H'lrtrfemrJ
Lance Seymour seta George's house
lire, tomorrow.
DIES A PAUPER
NIW YORK, April 30. (UP)
Dvl. Dan Daly, 64, ma "flghtlneiu
man" who ever wrved with the fight
ing Unltd StAtfs murines, died to
day o poor In purse that he lett
11U1 but the hat full of medals that
he won on butt if fields from the
hull of Montezuma to the shores 01
Tripoli.
He won two oongreastonal medals
of honor, one distinguished service
cram, one medal He mllltalre, one
erolx de guerre with palms, and six
United States marine corps campaign
medals. There were various citations
for bravery alone; the line, too, out
the one Devil Dan always liked the
best waa spoken Informally by Oen,
Smedley D. Butler, who had a cou
ple of medals hlmsHf.
"That guy Daly," Butler said. ' wa
the flghtinest man I ever saw."
HEARING SLATED HERE
ON FRUIT, VEGETABLES
SALEM, Ore., Aplrl 39. (UP) Pub
He hearings to re-stabliAh grades and
standards will be heard In eight cities
during My, Prank MoKennon, chief
of the division of plant Industry of
the state drportment of agrclulture
announced today.
The schedule follows: Hood Hirer,
10 a. m. May 13; Salem, a p. m. May
13; Eugene, 1:30 p. m. May 17; Med
ford, 1:30 p. m. May 18; Klamath
rails, 1:30 p. m. May 19; Ontario, 10
a. m. May 31; Milton 1:30 p m. May
33; Portland, 1:30 p. m. May 35.
Grades and standards of nearly all
fruit and vegetables will be redrawn.
War on Hug Financed.
WASHINGTON, April 39. -( API
president Roosevelt signed a bill, be
fore leaving on bis vacation trip early
today, to make 1.000.000 svsiinhle
for control of outbreaks of Insect
pests, Including grasshoppers. Mor
mon crlckeU and chinch bugs. .
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The Head Winner
It was a close finish but Marzlnco,
wily veteran of the track that ho
was, managed to bring In his sulky
first by scant few foot at the Flo
re sea, track, Bucharest, one day In
1935. As he flashed past -the finish
line, a cheer went up which was
stilled when, after nodding. In ac
knowledgment, the 70-year-old driver
was seen to slump In his sent, sway
and fall to the track.
Startled officials ran to the pros
trate figure, examined It, and pro
nounced Marzlnco dead. A riot broke
out. Holders of tickets on Marzlnco'a
horse dashed to the betting windows
and demanded payment. It was refused
on the grounds that Marzlnco wasn't
the official winner because he hadn't
been weighed in after the race. After
a bitter argument, a gruesome com
promise was effected. The dead
driver's body was carried to the
scales and weighed in. Everything
being In order, bets were paid off.
Indlnn Exterminator
Made commander of the English
forces In America in 1753, Jeffery
Amherst proved himself to be an
able soldier In the war against the
French and Indians. After captur
ing Grown Point and Ticonderoga, he
entered Montreal and drove out the
French, ending France's dominion in
Canada, ,
During the campaign Amherst be
came so Incensed at the savagery of
his Indian enemies who were In al
liance with the French, that he con
ceived end'actually attempted to put
into effect a plan whereby smallpox
was to be spread among the Indians
by means of blankets contaminated
with the disease.
Brought to light in W. E. Wood
ward's "A New American History,"
is a letter written by Sir Jeffery to
Colonel Bouquet, one of his officers
at Fort Pit.
"You will do well to try to inocu
late the Indians by means of blan
kets as well as to try every other
method that can serve to extirpate
this execrable race."
Colonel Bouquet replied: "I will
try to Inoculate the with some
blankets that may fall Into their
hands; would like to use the Span
ish method to bunt them down with
dogs."
Whether or not the vile scheme
was actually put into effect seems to
be unknown.
ZIONCHECK'S WIDOW
GIVEN CINEMA ROLE
SEATTLE, April 30. (AP) Smart
ly dressed, Mrs. Rubye Nix Zloncheck
sttld on her arrival hero by plane
from Hollywood today she had been
given a part In a new motion picture
starring Ruby Keeler and Dick Powell.
"I'm returning south soon after
completing some business here," she
said. "I don't know what my part
n the picture will be."
Friends met her at the airport. She
said she was given the part by BUBby
Berkeley, a director.
WrtOIlllI V.1 1 tM, April AV, Afi )
John Oarlaild Pollard, 00, governor'
of Virginia from 1930 to 1934. died
today of bronchial pneumonia.
Eagles' Hall Burns.
ONTARIO, Aplrl 39. (AP) Fire de
stroyed the crystal ban room and
lodge hall of the Fraternal Order of
Eagles here early today and for ft
time menaced a large section of the
city's business district,
THE WORLD AT ITS WORST
By GLUVAS WILLIAMS
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