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PAGE EIGHT TtfEDFORT) MAIL TRIBUNE, MEDFORD. . OREGON. WEDNESDAY. JULY 28. 1937. or ULUYAS WILLIAMS TURNS STRANGE AS IT SEEMS By JOHN HIX Vat farther proof address the author, inclosing (tamped envelope for reply. Bee. TJ. B. Pat Off. tD7 gg&ibbb os sssew&8 'umwwbwU-. Ill I i m SYNOPSIS: When Kav cron- . don't Lazy "ine ranch home ami barn burn, Joan HajlinBf. oumr o the Flying Six, triee to buy her ranch and court Kay. But Jh hatet him and It determined to keep her ranch and rebuild. Ted Gaynor, a puncher ihe impuUive- ', ly hired. Hire the outIt to cut ite own timber and rebuild without pay. Halting! eendt hit cowhand Scrap Johruon to tie up the only available timber land. But Ted tcint the option race, then uihlpt Scrap for molettino Kay. Hat- tinot Indt Scrap on the meta and beratet him, but Scrap turnt the - tablet by detly matching hit bott't (tun. He taket hit hone, tending him home aoot Chapter 20 Chance For Revenge ALTERNATING between thoughts of Ted Gaynor as a rival, and his fury at Scrap John ion, Josh Hastings found himself cherishing two distinct plans of re venge. First of all, he meant to make his former puncher pay through the nose for his insolence, and his plan here was definite and drastic, al though it had to be handled with care. He had no Idea of telling the whole story of his plight, and be ing the laughing stock of the range. So this prevented him from calling the sheriff to his aid, and following on the trail of Scrap Johnson with a posse. He had a hunch that Scrap was headed for the Idaho state line, and that he planned to make his get away through the one pass that led .over the Bitter Root from this re gion. If he followed right after him, there was a good chance of over taking him. Scrap Johnson would be pretty sure to figure that his one-time boss would rather lose his mount and call quits on the situation than let the story leak out of the fix his cowhand had landed him in. Therefore, he wouldn't feel pressed for time, and It would be a fairly easy matter to catch up with him. "And there won't be any doubt about who'll have the drop this time!" Josh Hastings' thought voiced itself aloud, with a malig nant intensity of tone that boded ill for Scrap Johnson when that moment should come. . He stooped down to ease the heel of his boot, then limped along with I groan. 7'He'll pay for that damn blister, too," he muttered savagely, as he forged ahead, his eyes squinted Into the distance for a glimpse of the scattered buildings of the Fly ing Six. Finally they loomed In sight, and Josh Hastings slowed up as he planned his campaign of action. Then, regardless of his blistered feet, he broke into a run for a nearby coulee. He had no time to lose if he was going to make the lower corral ana get a horse with out being seen. When ne had left the ranch to follow Scrap Johnson, he had an nounced that he might spend the eight in town, so no one was ex pecting him. Right now the boys would oe either In the mess shack or gathered around waiting for the supper call, so here was his chance for a safe getaway. At the Central Divide ITOLLOWING the coulee, he came " at last to the lower corral, which was hidden from the ranch buildings, and located a good 300 yards distant from the upper corral. Roping himself a horse, Josh Hastings quickly saddled him and rode back through the coulee which sheltered him from view. He gave the ranch house a wide berth, and headed off for the mountains at a run. It was more than an hour later when he reached the trail that eventually led to the pass across the divide. The last streams of color from the afterglow of the sunset were fading into light pinks and laven ders, and twiliKht was well under way, as he started up the steep climb between the living walls of pines. Only the faintest light penetrat ed through the thick branches that interlaced overhead, but Josh Hastings pushed on, his lust for re venge still strong upon him. There would be a moon later to guide him through the pass in the saddle of the divide's profile, if he had not overtaken his victim by that time. But he figured he would come upon him before reaching the central divide. Urging his horse on, he finally emergecT from the heavily tim bered slope of the eastern "divide and, topping the ridge, plunged down to the shallow valley that lay between it and the central divide. Ouieklv crossing h val ley. Josh Hastings urged his mount on up the scantily timbered slope in um central aiviae. The light of the rising moon gradually spread over the whole landscape, and by the time he reached the crest of the pass it was high in the heavens. Just beyond the saddle of rock was a small grassy plateau, which harbored a spring-fed stream. From its mysterious depths water flowed in both directions, part seeking the Bitter Root river in Montana, and part flowing to the Clear Water river in Idaho. As Hastings neared this strange nnt hi mount rtlunffed restive ly, and instead of making for the inviting water that gleamed ahead in the moonlight he balked and tried to whirl back and head through the pass again. Hastings steadied the animal and, urging him on with a sharp cut of his quirt, reached the small grassy meadow that bordered the stream Peering ahead through the moonlight, he made out a strange, hunched form lying oy ine eage of the water. He swung his mount sharply at rieht aneles and headed him away from the gruesome discovery. Dis mounting at some nine aisiance, he came back on foot to investi gate, a baffled sense of rage ris ing in him at the thought of being cheated of his revenge. He turned over the inert ngure, then let out a startled oath as he gazed at the deadly white face which he had exposed to the moonlight. Instead of the pinched features of Scrap Johnson that he had ex pected to see, the still face of Ted Gaynor in its frame of glossy black hair, stared up at him. The Trail Of Blood RECOILING in the first surprise of finding his other enemy so unexpectedly delivered into his hands, Josh Hastings stared back at the seemingly dead face for a long moment Then he dropped on his knees, and placed a hand over Ted's heart A grunt of disappointment es caped him as he detected a faint beat But after examining the wound that gaped in the fallen man's chest, a grim smile of satis faction flickered for a moment on his lips. "Reckon a good enough Job's been done on you, after all, he ob served callously. He rose to his feet and stooped down to pull some grass to wipe the blood off his bands. "Scrap Johnson's saved me some trouble there, all right" He scanned the ground care fully, walking back and forth in an ever widening semi-circle around the wounded man. "Looks like he got a shot from ambush," he mused aloud, as he failed to find any traces of footprints or trampled grass. "Hello! What's this?" He stopped short and bent down to examine a large flat stone, that harbored a strange dark spot on its rough gray surface. Josh Hastings experimentally stuck his finger in it, and exploded into an oath as he pulled it back, covered with a sticky red stain. "Begins to look more like a duell" He leaned down close, and found several more dark spots, leading away from the stone. Fol lowing them, he came to some trampled grass and, with growing excitement, followed in the vague tracks. After going 50 feet or so, he came at last on the object of his search. A dark form lay in the underbrush by the edge of the grassy spot, and this time as Josh Hastings leaned close to identify this second victim, he saw the man he had expected to find in the first place. A brief examination showed him to be far less seriously wounded than Ted Gaynor. He had evident ly fainted from loss of blood from a flesh wound in his arm, but his pulse and his heart both seemed strong. An ugly look twisted Josh Hast ings' mouth, as he stood looking down at the man ha had pursued with such ruthless intent for vengeance. A cunning jleam came into his eyes as he anced back to where Ted Gayw lay. It was easy enr .gh to recon struct what had happened. Scrap Johnson had undoubtedly won the draw and fired first, and Gaynor's shot had gone wild, first catching by chance the fleshy part of John son's arm. There wasn't a doubt In Josh Hastings' mind that Ted Gaynor was done for, but just in case he might, by some miracle, pull through, why not frame him, so that the suspicion of what he was about to do would be forever ginned on this hateful enemy of He now had the chance to fix things so that no question would ever be raised about how Scrap Johnson met his end. Dead or alive, Ted Gaynor would be held re sponsible. Working his dastardly plot out step by step, Josh Hastings took off his bandanna and wrapped it carefully about his hand. Then he went swiftly back to where Ted uaynor lay. fCopyrluM, ljr, Iforte it Kirvoui) Nearly dead, led finds sanctuary, tomorrow. Mining for Cedar Logs Revived in New Jersey TRENTON, N. J. (UP) "fXUr mining.'' which ru extensively prac ticed In New Jersey nearly a cen tury Ago. has boon revived, accord ing to Charles P. Wllber, sutet tor ester. Beneath many acres of New Jer sey's marshlands, thoueande of large white cedar logs unallected by the ravages ot erosion He burled. They lie from A to 10 teet under the sur face In the Black rich muck ot the awarop and are several hundred years old. Shingles made from these logs are almost Indestructible. Today thia Industry has come to life In the extensive marshland near Maurteetown In Cumberland county. Is ennnectloa wim 4 ymmfnNil op- klfiftework m h CRIPPLE itKi uifwftU CM4Tl Tv vl ft vmwt mi ih Europe wera If M VH WWrtWf Wf?S ,ne r5H UH wwn ir S S if rr SW fete. " V J I '''' '''' uljkk. riau&kiif. link Til V 1 fv nJU ill CrtlAMO - 1 turnupf? Count)- UlHunNln The Foreign Capital. Through the fortunes of war, Vllna holds the unique distinction of being both the capital of a Polish province of the same name and tne official capital of the republic of Lithuania. Pounded In the tenth century, the city became the capital of Lithuania In 1S33. Years of almost continuous warfare followed In which Vllna changed hands again and ageln. Rus sia finally got a firm hold on It In 179A and hung on until the German army captured It In IB 15. When Poland and Lithuania emer ged from the World War as separate nations, the supreme council ot the allies was called on to settle border disputes. This the body tried to do fairly by awarding regions where the population was predominantly Polish , to Poland and, where the reverse was true, to Lithuania. Vllna was pretty much In doubt as far as population went. It was held by Soviet Russia, which was at war with Lithuania at the time, so the city's nationality went undetermined. - Lithuania made her peace with Russia In 1920 after a roiish army won Vllna from the Russians. Russia captured 1 t a while later and hand ed It over to Lithuania whereupon Polish troops took It from the Lith uanians. The latter move was made In violation of a League of Nations treaty wherein Poland had a greed to recognle Lithuania's ownership of to recognize Lithuania's ownership of Ironed out. Lithuania still claims Vll- na as Its official capital though Kau nas serves as the republic's provis ional capital. Poland, meanwhile, hangs on to the city. The Crippled Conqueror. ' Tamerlane, famous Mongolian con queror who five and a half centuries ago overran Asia and part of Europe with his armies, was ruler over 'half the known world before he died from fever while marching against China. Yet, strange as It seems, the ruth less conqueror was a cripple, suffering from a club foot. It was from this that he derived his name Tamerlane formed from Tlmur the Lame. L6 SEft 1Mb UVaV AR60 MErff WI1U SISTER OVER WHOSElUMrflS WrfrJ faE SHOVEL WlHS ARfilMErtf, tHlEF IV BECAUSE SISfER IS A U-fflE-flREPOFPlftllS Wltrl SHDUEL, AnVmAV SlStW CAtl SHE HAS Tom SftMEfrMNw BE1 eR1bti6WttVI, AND BI5PIAVS BW1ERED OLD PAIL 60ESeVEX1&WA-ftHHER AKDSftV& HTJIUKEA SrSER A6REK VMvM SURPRI61N& READItJESS mt aoiEYLV -Cakes pos session OF 6H6VEL (jjiturf6 "J -2.1 i-aii.ucTinrNVi'Witf' e.ie.-frt! ON fiftJERAL PRitJ- In MIDDLE 6F If PICKS rf VEf , 80t AS SOON AS CIPLE6, flAHY REFUSES UP A SEA SHElXj BOtrl HED6ES,SHE'5S0rfO AND ARGUMENT NEARS HE AND S)S"fR LOSING SlVE SHOVEV BACK Trtt 6DaW6 POINT irntKttsi tmintLT W SHOVEL, (Copyrlfht. 1837. by The Bell Syndicate. lac.) S 'MATTER POP By 0. M PAYNE Tomorrow: Whnt "Woman Became a General In the British Army? oration delne4 to utilise the cedar logs and Urge quantities or peat, which otten extend, to a deptn of ju icei oeiow the marsh level. With a a-toot iron bar reeembllna a runxe poker, called a "profile." the miner sounds until he strikes a log. After determining its position and length, ehsins .re pushed un- oer uie log through the muck and It la pulled out by cable and winch So solidly are the log, imbedded that a steel oaMa tested lor 10 tons sometimes snsps when a log becomes enmeshed In the tangla ot roots and debris In ths muck. At Maurloetown, trees 600 veers old and AO leet In length are being hauled out ot tha swamp. TSm bX still remains on the logs and the aromatlo smell characterise of white cedar Is as strong aa In live, green cedar. The logs are being trucked to a nearby sawmill at Den nlsvllle and sawed Into shingles. WINDOW GLASS We sell window glass snd will replace your broken windows reasonably. Trowbrldgo Cab inet Works. TO WASHINGTON, July 28. 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