Medford mail tribune. (Medford, Or.) 1909-1989, June 28, 1937, Image 6

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Newspaper Page TextMEDFOKD MATL TRTBTTNTE, MT5I)F0K1). OREGON". MONDAY. JUXE 28. 1937. FdUDDGD SUBURBAN HEIGHTS By GLUYAS WILLIAMS STRANGE AS IT SEEMS By JOHN HIX Tat further proof addroM the author, incloring. ft stamped enrloM for reply. Ec- XT. S. Pat. OS. r- on nn dlupf page srs . rr . ' If SYNOPSIS: A mysterious thot kills Jitiie BUnzhop. my old flame, at the ttart oi our Ktormy week end at Farrington Bluff, home of Michaels aunte. A teriet oi strange attacks occurs. Then we find the body of Michael's mad other below the bluff. Aunt Mar tha, stout and Victorian, is shot in the shoulder, and nearly finished with sleeping powders. The Skip per, Mike's tall, tweedy younger aunt, disappears. Evidence piles up against Higgins, the old butler, and I reluctantly lock him in his room. Later I drag from him the advice to look in the "old loft" for the Skipper. Mike and I run for it Chapter 46 The Cedar Chesl I DIDN'T stop to find out what he 1 wai talking about. There was a rush 0! voices behind us, but we tore for the front stairs. At the head of them Michael swerved to the right and sprinted once more toward the servants' corridor. He swung Into the other hall before I was halfway from the stairs. By the time I reached the swinging door, he had a ladder like set of steps pulled straight down from the ceiling directly in front of the head of the back stairs. "Not In use," he panted. "Forgot . completely." He disappeared into blackness. 1 followed him, barking my shins igain as I went over the edge. around in a circle. Not Dve feet away from that double trail was a single set returning. The ttroken Vase WE painfully skirted trunks, old bureaus and washi tends. Once we narrowly escaped disaster when Michael, banging into a cedar chest dropped the light The air got thinner and mustier as we proceeded, it was dawning on me that we should havr to work rapidly. There were no win dows In that loft. If the Skipper wa there, she had been there for hour "Mike! Mike! Where are you?" It was Gay from the direction of the trap door. Michael shouted, "Go back! Stav with Aunt Martha. We'll be there in a minute." A thick row of old draperies hung from the rafters. A pile of bolsters. 1 nearly yelled when I banged into an old hoop skirt As we went along the chances of the Skipper's still being alive seemed to grow slimmer and slimmer. 1 tried to think what one did for a case of suffocation, but the only word that came to my mind was. "Dead dead dead!" "Could a person live six hours In this?" I whispered to Michael. His only answer was a grunt. Lead ing the way around a tall old mirror, he pulled up with a bang, his breath whistling into the silence. Over hit shoulder I peered Into the circle of our light The footprints had stopped. There was a blur of stirred up dust and s ssss w mi m frW Madly I tore at the knots while Michael continued to bellow. "Skipper!" he was calling. "Skip per! Skipper!" In the darkness, there was no sound but our own heavy breathing. The air was dusty and heavy. Squatting on the edge or that trap door, I felt a sneeze coming, tried to muffle It, failed. "Damn It!" said Michael, "Shut Up, can't you?" Ho was listening. I could feel the tension of his body where he crouched igalnst me. But there wasn't a sound. "Are there any lights, Mike?" J whispered, "No." It was tike us to be without a light at that moment. 1 didn't have heart enough to swear. Michael was edging himself away from the trap into the darkness. Ho bumped into me as e went and 1 felt a bulge in his coat pocket the bulge of William's flash light. "Mike!" I said. "You have the flash light. In your coat!" Ills hand slipped Into the pocket There was a grunt of relief and the next moment a beam of light gradu ally disclosed a section of the room we were in. It was low and directly under the rafters. The eaves sloped down to the floor and at Its highest point Is was not over five feet high. If the old carriage loft brought to my mind the dust of other decades, this gave me a feeling of the dust of other centuries. It was full of Far rington relics. Furniture, clothes, mat tresses, trunks, suitcases, chests, bed ding. Apparently it ran over the outer section of the servants' quarters and had not been used In years. Tha at mosphere was musty and stifling. Michael's light came slowly down to the floor at our feet At the head of the trap door the floor was polished clean as a whistle by the clothes of persons coming up from below. The glancing of the light on my own knees showed me a gray film of dust coat ing my trousers. But beyond that polished space and beyond the hodgepodge of our foot marks, a clear trail of footprints led off in the direction of the other end of the loft There were two sets of them, blurred a: if made by people walking either In stockinged feet or slippers. Michael's light flashed long trail of smooth, clean boardi leading directly up to a heavy ccdai chest. Right at our feet, scattering out as far as our light would roach, were the broken pieces of some horrible china contraption probably a vase. Before I had half taken In the situa tion Michael leapt forwor.j. His heao rapped smartly against a sloping rafter, and he staggered back, grunt ing. In another Instant he was crouched and in under that eave. The chest was crashing out of the way, nearly upsetting me. A Crusty, Dark Streak THE Skipper was lying on her side, her hands bound behind her with strips of white cloth and her ankles securely tied with similar pieces. A crusty, dark streak ran aero her en tire face. Between us we mnnaged to get her out Into the open. Michael thrust a penkife In my hand. "Cut the damn things. Cut themi Cut them!" He was weaving around me In circles; his voice clamorous. 1 wasn't much more use. The knife twisted and turned In my hand and the cloth seemed to be made of Iron Dropping the useless blade, 1 tore madly at the knots. It went on and on. And Michael continued to bellow. Flinx.ng down the final strip at last 1 felt for the Skipper's heart J couldn't hear a thing only the mad pounding of my own pulse "Get out of the way!" 1 lifted the Skipper in my arms. "Hold the light, can't you? We've got to get her out of here." He held It after a fashion un steadily, wobbling back and forth In and out of my range of vision. We made but slow progress through that maze of relics. The Skipper was an unresisting dead weight in my arms, and It was necessary to bend almosl double to avoid the rafters. I could hear Michael's breath now at my side, now In back of me. I nearly tripped a dozen times. My arms ached and couldn't seem to breathe by the timi the light of the trap door finally ap peared. (Copirloht. tS7. Esthtir Tyler i The revolver takes another tiff, lo morrow. NEW ALLOTMENTS 1CENTRAL OREGON CCC'S IN OREGON WASHINGTON, June 38. AP The civilian conservation corps an nounced today 53 005 youths and war veterans would be enrolled In July as rr placements for the remainder of the year. The program, approved by Acting fereUry James J. MrEntee. U con tingent on PreAldfiit Rtxwvclt's ap proval of th CCC extension bill en lie ted by con grew, and the applana tion of funds for operating cost In the 1938 fiscal year. It provldt for the maintenance of the CCC at an enrolled strength of 300.000 young men and war veterans. 10.000 Indians and ft.OOO temtorUls Approximately 5.000 war vtw ans und 49.000 unmarried young men oe tveen the aaea of 17 and 23 wH b eirolled as replacement. The sU re placement quota will Inrluder Cali fornia, 2AO0 juniors and 24ft rtter ana: Oregon. 185 and 30- V.htrgton 1,046 and none; Idsho file and 33. BEND. June 28 (AP) stockmen and wheat growers welcomed clearing OUea and moderating temperatures here this week, but agreed thr ab normally heavy June raina had vast r Increased the agricultural wealth of central Oregon. Three inrhea of rain falling In southern Waaco county revived ntrvh ed range Isnda and replntuhed dl rr-mishing i-prlii. awunng fine for st for sheep returning from suivmet ransra rwxt fall, Jefferson wheat growers expect their bt crop in years. Stockmen to tle south report the interior plateau covrrrd with th (in t feed In 20 years, and DearK'tee county farmrrs, cnenitly dependent upon Irrigation during the Mimmer. aaatired of plenty of mo! s tire during thr rrpnnirtiVr nt tie growing aji n In MaU Iyiouim aut las. . of Zouth Portland, Maine, WV5 eeeu lun6 groceries oven ine $Am counter for vli4 PMrigR wzctveo him inTh emi foR6 nnp one op mom $0N VJ0RKE9 IN iPfDR 33 YErR4 Of M& Of TRe&s llll tyJWml ok: mm -Trie MftM mo 1 flMCH-H(TFOR coee Detroit Ver catcher, fcveK PINCH-Hll fOR coep, b-za-vr MrN.ughl 4mdaU, Im. V mm The Olilrst ttrorer Credited with being the oldest Active grocer In the United States by the National Association of Re tail Grocers. Albert A. Cole started working In his father's grocery store In 1863 at the age of 10. Today he aclls groceries over the same counter In the same South Portland. Maine, store where ho began In the business the samo year Lincoln delivered his Gettysburg address. The aged grocer uses a si a to for marking down ac counts that was used by his father before him, Hiram Cole, son of Albert Cole, started following In his father's foot atepa at the age of five by going to work In the family atore. In 1P27 he was elected to the state legisla ture and occupied the same seat his father took In a similar capacity 30 years before. Strange as it seems, the sent In the legislature occupied by Hiram Cole adjoined the seat occupied by the son of the man who was his father's "seat mate" In 1897. It Is estlmRtcd that Albert Cole has given awny $75,000 worth of groceries to needy persona during his career as grocsr. The Man Who IMnrh-Mit for Cobb In all hla 24 years of major league baseball, only once did Ty Cobb give way to a substitute batter. Fresh from the minors, Cobb was up for the Detroit TiRprs aiwlnst n left- handed pitcher one day in 1905. Afraid that the proverbial deodllness of a left-handed pitcher against a left-handed ba tter would ma kc southpaw Cobb an easy out. the De troit "brain trust" substituted Fred Paynes at bat. History does not re cord whether or not Payne got a hit,' but hit or miss, he rates high dis tinction as the man who took the mighty Cobb'a place at Wot. Ty Cobb ended his baseball career with a total of 90 records, outright or equalled, to his credit. Thirty seven of them still stand. Outstand ing among the latter la the record he mado in batting. He led his league for 12 out of 13 consecutive Reasons, 1907 through 1919. KLAMATH LIQUOR SELLERS 10 JAIL PORTLAND, June 28 (API Elev en of 13 persons pleading guilty to indictments for selling liquor to In dians heard sentences pronounced by Judge James Alger Fee In United States district court here Friday. Peter W. Keys, Klamath county, ?!rcw a $100 fine and waa sentenced to 15 months In the federAl peni tentiary. Others fined and sentenced to the federal road camp Included: a us Peterson. James Kelley. and Claude Pnrazoo, all of Klamath county 10 months; Jack Radle. William Ware fchvan Anderson and Oen Rosell. all of Klamath county, eight montha James M. Burt and Virgil Penny, both Pendleton, eight months. WINDOW GLASS We sell window gloss and will replace your broken windows reasonably. Trowbridge Cab inet Works. The Notre Dame cathedral In Paris, begun In the 12th century, has never been completed. . WHEN FRED PERLEV SAW MISS SILWA-fER'S PEKINESE BEING AfTACKEP BV ANOYHEK PEKE "friA"f HAP 1.EAPED FROM A PARKEP CAR . HE LC6"f NO "flME IN SEPATAIN6 THE D06S, -fWRUS-flNS OWE )N AT MISS SILWATER'S DOOR HD fUE OTHER BACK IN THE CAR 5 AND TD NOT DISCOVER. 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