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PGE SIX MEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE. MEDFORD. OREGON. MONDAY. AT .flUST 9. 1937. A Y ITS WORST By GLUYAS WILLIAMS; STRANGE AS IT SEEMS By JOHN HIX For further proof address the author, indexing stamped envelope for reply. Keg. TJ. 8. Pet. Off. 1D7 B;8 0)3 SSS!W1' THE WORLD . SIS: t'irt destroys Kay ' .-n's l,ai)i Nine ranch house and barn. Josh Hastings, owner of the Flying Six. tries to buy her ranch and court Kay. She hates him and is determined to keep - her ranch and rabuild. Ted Gay nor, a puncher the impulsively hired, ftghtt Scrap Johnson, a - cowhand tunc molested Kay. They ' shoot il out, wounding each other. Hastings finds them unconscious and murders Scrap with Ted's pun. Ted crawls to a shack where a girl naned Marion nurses him through a leverish week. The gun it found and Sheriff Farley searches tor Ted. Kay decides to look around herself at the scene of the shooting. Chapter 30 Lulling The Fire Patrol "pHE miles slipped past, and Kay finally came to the wooded dope of the eastern divide. Re membering that this was the re gion Ton Runyon was patroling, the speculated idly on the chances of meeting him. In one way. she hoped she wouldn't. Vet. on the other hand. she miRhl e able to give him her Idea of the mysterious circum stances surrounding the death of Scrap Johnson, ana so make his attitude less antagonistic to Ted The probabilities were that Tom Runyon hadn't heard anything bout it, and It might be well to set the trend of his first impres . sions As she gave Flicker free rein to make the steep climb, she realized that Tom Runyon might be a valu able ally. With his knowledge of woodcraft, he might be able to pick up signs that Zeke Farley had Eassed by. Kay didn't want him. ) go with her now. but she was safe enough on that score, because he couldn't leave his patrol duty until relieved. Rapidly calculating his free times, as he had outlined them to her, Kay found that he wouldn't be off duty until tomor row She decided It would be a good plan to get In touch with him now. Cupping her hands about her mouth, she sang out a ringing hal loa There was a mere chance that he might be within earshot, al thought it was unlikely. If that failed, however, Kay had another means of summoning him. She listened intently, but the echoes of her call died away without any answering shout After two or three more tries, she waited until (he reached the top of the ridge. Dismounting, she made her way to a nearby outcropping of rock and hastily gathered some twigs and dried bits of brush. She pulled out her waterproof match box that she always carried in her saddle pocket, and lighted the little heap. A thin column of smoke rose lazily in the clear air, and Kay sat back with an amused smile to see how long it would take the famous fire patrol to discover it She fed the small blaze from time to time, carefully keeping it on the rock. Relaxed after her long ride, Kay felt the peace of the solitary place gradually steal over her. She planned what she would say to Tom Runyon. Half an hour or more passed, before the sound of a horse crash ing through the brush of the cliff below her, came to Kay's ears. Sit ting up straight, she waited with laughing eyes. Enlisting Tom's Help AFTER a few minutes more, she heard him dismount at the base of a shoulder of rock just be neath her, The next second, she was confronted with the barrel of a gun, and Tom Runyon's grim face behind it. Kay chuckled wickedly at the change in his face as he caught sight of her. The hand holding the gun dropped to his side and amazement mingled comically with chagrin and pleasure in his expression. "You!" he exclaimed. "Hell's bells, I thought I'd run the firebug to earth at lastl He gave a pleased guffaw as he slipped his gun back in its holster and strode over to Kay with outstretched hand. "Sayl This is some surprisel That was a smart way to get hold of me, all rightl Believe me, I didn't waste any time getting up here, when I saw that smoke! He gazed with appreciation at Kay's bright color and the mischievous mile with which she greeted him. "I thought I'd give you a shockl Are you going to run me in? I'll promise not lo do it again!" "You do It as often as you like!" Tom Runyon boomed, as he scat tered the fire and stamped it out "How's everything going at the ranch? That fighting puncher-carpenter of yours back yet?" Kay drew a quick breath of re lief He hadn't heard, then! "You haven't seen anything of Zeke Farley around, have you?" she asked, to make assurance dou bly sure. Haven't seen a soul since I lit out from the Lazv Nine last week. I don't mind telling vou," he bent Hopaful of winning the trip to tlir Pacific liiternnttona) UvMtoelt eipoal. tlon this fall aj-)naurl by th Pint National Bank of fVrtlann, 4-H cli'b member In Jack -on county are com pleting apeclal prjcctn and preparing entries for county and 4-H lair com petlon. Cnolce of a txv and girl from wry county In Oregon will be bad on ouutand'ng '.eaoeiahlp and achta vement In club vutk. Success of the lt36 contest arrang ed by tha First National bank throuab Ita own branch pnlta and county agenU brought rien1ng of the af fair's scope to tnciile all of Oteg n tb jeu. acconUct to Waiter H- Brown. assistant vWe prwldent of tha bank In charge of the Pacific Inter national vtlt. H. C. Seymour. Oregjn 4-H club director, bus again been ap pointed general cnairman of the Judg ing and award. Judgea will be the county agent county superintendent of schools and the First National Benk branch man ager. In counties not served by tlie Portland bank's brench syetem. other local banks will oooperate In selecting a third member of the fudging committee. Heather Northern California: Fair tonight and Tue-ay but fog on the coat: normal temperatme; gentle northwest wind off coast. Oregon: Partly c:.udy tonight and Tueeday: unarttloi in nothwest por tion: little change In temperature; gentle noiihweet and off coa&t. Clusing time for Too Late to Clu Htf Ad It 1.90 J. n. to Kay with the elr borate gallan try that always gave her that sense of uneasiness with him, "that I've been counting the hours until I could get relieved and get back there. I never dared hope for this break!" He smiled fatuously, and drew closer. "What would Zeke Farley be doing around here?" In a few words Kay told him oi the finding of Scrap Johnson's body, and the gun she had given Ted Gaynor. "Of course, the ordinary, every day mind jumps right away to the conclusion that Ted u. the mur derer," she ended. "But 1 knew you had more intelligence than that so I wanted to sCe you and get you working on it from another angle." Kav save him a sidelong look; to see if she was putting the flattery on too thick, but Tom Runyon s pleased smirk was untroubled by doult "Well now, I'll be glad to do any thing I can," he offered heartily. "I can't sav I was much impressed with this Gaynor guy that time 1 saw him up here with you, but if you say he's all right that's O.K with me." "I know he's not a murderer," Kay declared positively, "and nat urally I don't want a member ol my outfit mixed up in a thing like this. I'm going up now to look over the ground at the central divide, and I thought maybe you'd go up there tomorrow, when you are re lieved, and see what you make of it Zeke Farley is all right, but he's kind of clumsy, and he's got a one track mind. I thought you might run across some signs that he'd missed." "Sure I'll do It Til come right back to the Lazy Nine and tell vou what I find. I wish I could go up there with you now." he ended regretfully. 1 know vou couldn t do that today, but if youU go up tomor row. I'll be ever so grateful. I don't really exnect to find anything my self." She turned and walked back toward Flicker, with Tom Runyon beside her. "But I thought I'd like to see the place." You re taking a lot of trouble for this bird!" Tom Runyon shot her a keen look. "I wonder if vou'd take that much pains if I was ac cused of murder?" "I would if vou were a member of my outfit" Kay swung into the saddle, and added, with a demure ly provocative smiie. "And 1 might, anyway, even if vou weren't!" Waving him a gay farewell, she plunged down the trail that led to the valley separating the two di vides, crossed the stream and mounted again to vet dizzier heights. A Stake Marks The Spot A HALF mile or so from the summit, Kay came on one of the granite monuments that mark the meridional boundary between the two states. She drew in for a moment and studied its undressed surface broken bv the smooth spaces left for cutting the words "Montana" and "Idaho." An empty feeling tempted her to stop and eat her lunch here. But she decided to wait until she reached her objective, and pushed on. Finally she headed Flicker through the pass in the profile of the central divide. Reining Flicker In. Kay gazed at the still pool of water that lay before her. Its surface was stirred by a gentle breeze which seemed the only movement of the appar ently insignificant head waters, and vet it held the sources of two rushing rivers in its mysterious depths. Kay had been to this spot a num ber of times, as it had always held a strange fascination for her. It seemed incredible, looking at its serenity in the early afternoon sunlight that it could have been so lately the scene of violence. Dismounting. Kay took out her lunch. She studied the general lay of the land as she munched her sandwich. The grass was trampled by foot steps and hoof prints, which were fairly recent The sheriff and his posse must have come back this way from Clear Water Basin, she decided. They had evidently fol lowed down the south ridge, after crossing the divide. A short distance from where she was sitting, by the water's edge, a spot was staked out Kay realized with a shudder that it must have been there the body was found. Kay tried to reconstruct in her mind what had happened. Suppose Ted had been wounded? What would he have been likely to do? That strange remark of Josh Hastings about Ted's having dragged himself to the water flashed Into her mind. Probably thst was what he would have done. But after that, what? His instinct would probably have been to stay as near the water as possible, like any wounded animal. Kay iln-shed her lunch, and ex perimentally followed the water course a short way northwest She soon gave this up after coming to a precipitous drop of granite down which the water trickled in a mini ature waterfall. (Cr.pyrtoht. JJ7. Uari, it KerrauA) Kay discovers Ted and Marlon In tha cabin, tomorrow. 1te 9Kair?iee Ofm MfWlN FAMILY - eiewsri; Tentr. f?uey f?oy RftCrtgU m Roeey f?OE, CONVICTS fW H&M6et L3 Caridad. Honduras, -1937' V-U h-'l'.h t wk 4fcMiUrSC com, Mtch IN 1833-7 Erf ( i tK O00 SHlNflLK WERE M. wmffMM mmM&m. mm if. m mm u i i jP'l"0 WNojM Syn4reU, ts Jrfc ztivzv M0RfS (faces hw UJriN HAORE S3?--- Ti flR4T4 IN bZ5 .CES iTMrfr-iirj-rirarriii m - Ruler of the Waves Out In the choppy English Channel waters off St. Catherln'a Point, Isle of Wight, a dull explosion cast a momentary glow through the black, foggy night of July 10. 1936. The sleek, hull of the greatest yacht In racing history poised In outline for a moment, then slid beneath the waves scuttled by order of the late George V. the vessel's owner. Built. In 1893 for the Prince of Wales (afterward Edward VII), tha cutter Britannia" entered a total of 62ft races. Of these she took firsts In 231 and won prizes In 130 others a record never aproached by any other yacht ever built. Never a competitor in an "America's I Cup" race, the "Britannia" made up for It by outsailing several winners of the classic. She defeated the American built "Vigilant," winner of ' the 1893 "America's Cup," In 13 of is races. Shortly before hla death, Oeorve V, who inherited the "Britannia" from Edward VII, expressed the wish that the ship be scuttled If his sons did not want her. Sir months after the death of George, his desire was car ried out when the yacht wes towed into the channel by two British de stroyers and had her bottom blown out. Rooster Execution A spectator at a cock fight at the town of La Carldnd, Honduras. In March, 1937, Porflrlo Canales met a strange death when one of the roos ters flew at htm and thrust a steel spur through his heart. The rooster was brought to trial In the town court, was convicted and hanged.. Sliln?le Money With most of Its currency made al most worthless by the "wild cat" banking panic of 1Q37, the county of Sanilac, Michigan, adopted shingles as Its chief means of exchange. Prac tically all business was conducted with the "shingle money," a thou sand shingles being equivalent to one dollar. Tomorrow: What King Served In a 17. s. State Legislature? BRAMD NAME URGED FOR OREGON DAIRY PRODUCTS PORTLAND, Aug. 8. )P) W. L aosslln, secretary to Governor artin, urged the membe-s of the Dairy Co operative association at Its picnic hero yesterday to coin a suitable brand name for use in advertising Oregon milk and by-prodiut. Repre.sentlng GJvtrnor Martin, Oo slln also pralced he work of the Ore gon state milk control board. PORTLAND, AU. 0. P W. Harty Campbell, 46, secretary of the Federal Home Loan Bank oi Portland and for merly vice-president of the Fidelity Savings and Loan . .--oclatlon of Spo kane, Wash., died h re Saturday night, at the United States Veteran hasp.-tel. REDLANDS WILL SPEAK AT WRITERS CONCLAVE PORTLAND, Aug. 9. (flp) L-. E Nelson. Redlands. Calif., poet, will oh the chief speaker of the National League of Western Writers, of which he is president, at its convention to be held here starting next onday. 4 Use Mall rrloune want ads. IN AN ILL-ADVISED ATTEMPT' TO BE FUNMV VOU HAVE REMARKED J0KIN6LY 0 YOtH SMALL NEPHEW THAT CLOUDS ARE COM iNb UP 50 PERHAPS THE PICNIC HAD BTfeR BE CALlEp OFF 7-77 (Copyright, 193T."by Tha Ball Syndicate, Inc.) 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