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Newspaper Page TextPAGE EIGHT TEDEOrcD MATT, TRTTtOTTE, MEDEOHD,' Q-REGON, MONDAY. .TTJXE 13, 1938. STRANGE AS IT SEEMS By JOHN HIX For further proof address the author, Inclosing stamped envelop for reply. ' Reg. V. & Pat OS. VERY YOUNG FAN By GLUYAS WILLIAMS Y PHOEBE ATWOOD TAYLOR IJi5K313CB3h ury So Fan Unscrupulous . lamia Lome, whose husband's post omcs mural has arouses Quanomst, is murdered by a left handed blow from her sister s knife. Pam Frye op peals to Asey Mayo, Cape Cod detec tive, telling him she found 150,000 worth ot ambergris which Manna tried to claim, and hid it after dls covering the murder. Pam disappears from Aseys house because an un known person, who smokes Turkish tobacco, is trailing her to learn the whereabout of the ambergris. Asey ducouers that agreeable Tim Carr. boarder at the Frye's Octagon House, is left handed, smokes Turkish to bacco, and hated Marina in New York; wealthy Roddy Strut! smashed a new plane in the square; and gabby Nettie Hobbs is swearing Pam is the murderer. Chapter 14 Asey In Disguise A SEY walked back to the kitch en door and yelled for Jen nie. "Where's Syl's truck?" "That old thing? Down In the back garden. He was gettin' loam." "He won't need it today If he's quohoggin'." Asey said. "I'm goin' to take it An' Where's my old Daintin' overalls an' coat?" "Asey Mayo," Jennie said In desperation, you can't wear them in public! They're all torn, so torn didn't even mend 'em." ' Jennie, Asey said, "you roust coat. An tnat cap. Not the capl Oh, Asey, you can't go out wearin' that cap! It make you look like Uncle Corny! Asey shouted. Uncle Corny, one of the family 8 blackes sheep, had died in the drunkards home. "Go 'long, Jennie," he said. "I'm supposedly not workin' on this case an don t you dare tell soul I am, hear me? Less you want Pam f rye in Jalll An If 1 go in my car, with my ev'ryday clothes, tk.,'ll U ... A "You're goin' to disguise your self!" Jennie said. "Oh, I see. didn't understand." "I'm goin' disguised as Uncle Corny," Asey told her with a grin, "an' if you don't hustle, I'll get real props, like a bottle of gin for my nip pocket. 1 sort ot till nK tnat fieople won't pay much attention o me, In that outfit, an' with Syl's truck." When he reappeared In ten mil utes, Jennie freely admitted that the had never seen the like In all her born days, never. "Look here, woman," Asey picked up a cap from the table, "this ain't the one I mean. This is my nice clean new one. I want the old dirtv one that says in red let ters 'I USE PILNv s PAINT DO YOU?' " "Asey, please!" Asey roared in his quarterdeck bellow until Jennie, to stop the noise, reluctantly produced it. "It'll make you look just like a convict, with that funny visor. You use Pilny's Paint you know right well that vou do no such thing!" Asey laughed. "Then that makes It more of a disguise than meets the eye, don't It? Anyone that knows me knows I don't use Pilny's Paint, an' oh, let it pass," he added hurriedly, noticing her xpression of bewilderment. "Let It pass." Jennie eyed the Colt he Inserted In a shoulder holster under his painting coat "If you was settin' out to see anyone but Nettie Hobbs," she remarked, "I'd say for you to leave that thing behind. But she deserves a gun poked at her I What're you waiting for, whyn't you get started?" 'Sore About The Mural' "pLASSES," Asey said. "Isn't there an old pair with gold rims around somewhere? They belonged to someone or other. You And 'em while I get me the rest of my traooin s ' "Not a gin bottle!" Jennie said anxiously. "Nope, Just some paint an' brushes. What would you say was the predominatin' color in Quano- niet, wnite an green? "An' yellow. Lots of yellow." "I forgot 'em," Asey said, "en tirely. Well, if they need paintin', lt'l' have to be with the punkin 1 got left ever from the kitchen Boor. I ain't got any yellow" Jennie protested later when he put on the old glasses she had found In the sewing machine drawer. "Now," she said, "you look like a deacon. An' if you try to drive Syl's truck with 'em on, Asey, you'll kill yourself. They wss Aunt Phrone's, an' she got 'em from a mail order house with a test-your-own-eyes card, an' the only time she wore 'cm. she walked plumb into the cistern!" After a brief Interlude In Syl's potato patch, during which the truck barely escaped overturning, Asey came to the conclusion that fierhaps Jennie was right about he glasses. Regretfully, he put them in his pocket for future use. He sailed by his friend the state policeman, on duty at the Quano met four corners, without even getting a second glance. Quano met's Main Street ignored him. except for two slick haired and sunburned salesmen, who made loud inquiries about the price of hay. I At the entrance to Depot Square stood a local traffic cop whose relationship to Asey was about the same as that of Pam Frye to Nettie Hobbs. As Syl's truck approached, he put up his hand and blew hit whistle importantly; Asey did hi: best to obey, but the brakes oi Syl's truck were unaccustomed t quick stops, and Asey coasted on up to the rope barriers that wen keeping the throng of people of what was left of Roddy's plane. The cop marched up to him "Where's your inspection tag? What's the matter with your brakes? Gimme your license and registration " "I haven't any registration," Asey said honestly. "An' mv li cense is in my other coat. The trouble is, Jerry, I ain't used to these brakes of Syl's. They work all right but they re sort of frac tious, like. Now" Jerry s face grew red. In a loud. penetrating voice, he expressed his opinion of Asey, Asey's car. Asey's brakes. Asev's genera character and ancestry. "Go on. Asey said. An I was drivin' on the wrong side. too. I guess. Jerry, if you didn't recog- nita mA ttntt-irtui t rt A sist an' tYs Stetson, no one will. Can I park this crate an' slink off about my business, or do you fail me?" "Asey, have you got into this mess at last? Thank God. We're all goin' crazy. That state cop Hanson is off his nut. I heard that the selectmen were intendin' to ask you over. It's not Pam that killed her sister, it's someone here that was sore about the faces in the mural " "Jerry," Asey said, "I come to Quanomet to bring a load of loam an' to do some paintin'. That's all An' you'd better yell at me some more " . Jerry winked elaborately and raised his voice. Heated Voices THEY spent the next quarter hour putting on an act that charmed the tourist trade. Finally. after promising never to Ignore another stop signal, Asey took his paint cans and brushes out of the rear of the truck, and ioined the crowd that swarmed the streets. The space in front of Nettie Hobbs's store was tceminz with Seople. Obviously the Woman's xchange was doing a land office business. Asey edged his wav to the windows and stared. There were fancv calico nan holders, crocheted lettuce bags, aprons of every style and color all apparently designed for the oversize figure, Asey thought. Any one of them would have made a fine pup tent. There were huge quantities of luncheon sets, em broidered dish towels, benbboned cushions bristling with pins, and lines of doll-like door stops made from milk bottles. There were pies, cakes, rolls, dishes of home made fudge. There was a jar it was almost a tank of pickle limes. And the tourist trade was buying just left and right. "Now I wonder," Asey mur mured, "I wonder If maybe the ladies ain't pullln' a fast one." It was the wife of the .minister with the wart who darted out to talk to a woman standing near Asey, who confirmed his sus picions that the ladies were aug menting Nettie's stock with church fair material. Jane, vou ve got to helDl The Baptists nave more aprons go get 'em from Minnie. And a quilt from the Methodist Chapel. And tell Sally to hurry up those quo- nog asn trays site s decorating were getting fifty cents apiece for them. I've got all the children at the shore getting shells they're paying ten cents apiece Just for undecorated onesl And for mercy's sakes, ask Harry where you get Dickie limesl We re selling those in there for a quarter each. We what? Oh, Nettie can't remem ber where she got these. She's had em for years, she says. Jane, you hurry up we can rebuild every church in town and repave Main Street if only we can find things to sell!" "Where's Nettle?" the other woman asked. "What's she got to say about this selling?" "I don't know, and I don't care," the minister's wife returned. "All she's thinking of Is the money she's getting for articles and statements. She doesn't give a fig for the churches! She's out back now, talking to someone mora reporters, I shouldn't wonder!" Asey edged his way out of the crowd and along the sidewalk to the narrow alley that separated the Exchange from Red Men's Hall. bwlnging his paint cans, he marched up the alley and through tne gate into tne yard at the rear. Voices heated voices issued from the open window in the ell. "The whole thing's absurd, and vou know it's absurd, an vou know you're lying like a bloody trooper!" The woman who was speaking ac cented ner words with a good hearty thump on something that resounded emphatically. "What!" It was Nettle Hobbs whose voice rose to a shrill scream. "What do you mean? I saw Pam Frye kill her', I tell you, I saw it with my own eyes." fCttrritil. It St. M 4hmi TWar) Who li talking to Nettle Hobbs? Bead Monday's chapter. mo V S Saw -awa .-tiTr..-m at l.VBaV- j 'J-Jf -W IV. Jk y t it. mx .m u.t v mmr j df- -6-i : ifie Himiltt. 0 WMf MANIA m 1W rt kAcrowa n? Kentucky mm pcw& TUP THA FrtCcK fKOffl KRCH O lnCK OVER THE DISPUTED OWNERSHIP ot pig (imo-mi) K i vnr nrn ivy i tyyywi um . 'GOV 8 WW5 1nt YWV pl V av6R & UVfc MO MttRW . v W invouied -rue tvio rr in r Mtfy civil wwy Atonies 5. rV$rivev- YlfSS tthioRofNEUlSEDfoftt, Mass., rie wft eutctep Tb office (ffllTtlRbiisH 193b) . cf lotier teifvr'nta, 2s I lA h.h.1 mm 7 J ) f -:-- Hntflelfii and McCoyt The hills of Kentucky, famous for thelr feuda. witnessed one of the longest and bloodiest Inter-family wars on record In the famous Hat field -McCoy feud. It ell fttarted back In 1870 when Floyd (Hog) Hatfield, who lived on the west Virginia side of the Tug fork of the Btg Sandy river, one day drove asme razorbecks out of the hills and corralled them at String town. Randolph McCoy happened by and, On examining the contents of the pen, noticed what he believed was a McCoy brand on one of the razor- backs. Hatfield refused to turn the the matter to court. The trial waa held at Raccoon Hollow, Deacon Hatfield presiding. Both factions turned out en masse shot guns, sling -shots and cap and ball pistols greatly In evidence. Jeers and catcalls marked the proceedings which ended quite naturally In a decision In favor of the Hatflelds. Then and there the storm brewed. The McCoys left the court room grumbling, while the Hatflelds stayed on and celebrated their victory. Late In the evening the Hatflelds left for their homes, only to be ambushed by- the McCoys armed with sticks and stones. In 1880 the first bloodshed took Coy tribe attacked and killed Bill Stayton, a Hatfield. This atarted the war In earnest, and In 1883, when members of both factions ran for local political offices, election- riots broke out resulting in the death of one Hatfield and three McCoys. Twenty-three Hatflelds were in dicted, but did not surrender, them selves. Inter-state friction was arous ed when Governor Wilson of West Virginia refused to extradite the Hat flelds to Kentucky for trial. Sporadic raids were frequent In following years; deaths mounted to well above 5Q. . . Cap Hatfield, later head of his clan, personally account ed for 18 McCoys, a record. In 1917 hog over to McCoy, so the latter took place when two members of the Mc- the feud died out. It was also revealed during the testimony that Plaintiff Renker 'has been married five times. WEDNESDAY DEADLINE IN PAYMENT OF TAX Wednesday, June IS, Is the final date for ayment of second quarter taxea. to avoid Interest penalty. In terest will be charged on the second quarter If not paid before Wednesday, It waa announced by the tax collec tion department of the sheriff's of fice. . Payments to date have been slow, county workers report. This la parti ally due to many county resident making fuU payments in March. START CHERRY PICKING JN MEDFORD DISTRICT Picking of the Rogue River valley cherry crop has started on a small acale, in some sections, according to County Horticulturist A. B. Oordy. The crop la now coloring up fast, and picking is expected to be In full awing within a week or ten days, under present weather conditions. Brisk showers, beneficial to gardens fell Saturday In the Lake Creek and the Butte Falla districts. . Phone 842. We'll haul away your refuse. City Sanitary Service. IS-ftKEMBVFMrlER 1b HIS FiRStf BftU. feft ME . for Several ikkihss AffflWON K61K5lb FKfrlER BUYS H1MBR&6F BE DUfRAtfED &r PEhrilJtS. JElftrfS HIM CllMBS 0)i SEPrf 10 FMUFR 6EfflM6 NER ' BB&lX51bflD6Ef. PEER At IM ' VoUS REQUEST'S HIM 1b fWlKlS OS AHP mru c& sraudsi'and stf fcoMn properw. ships Tcsn'iOhi DOES SO, WACH)N6 AN . EUERV TeW SErU DERS IT HE WAS UKE fHAT A1RP1ANE ORCUH& . .. , '...'. WHEN HE w A BOY . REPORTS HIS CAP HAS TAllEN DOWM BE1WEEH THE SEWS. FATHER WON- (,-13 (Copyright, iUB, by the Ball Byndieata, las.) S'MATTEB POf Bv 0 M. PAYNB TAILSPIN TOMMY Guardian Angel I By HAL FORREST Ar THE REQUEST OP HIS CHI6P TOMMY CONSENTED TO EQUIP THE MEPCUCY -WITH THE WURTEL STEELEX PROPELLER, WHICH IS GUARANTEED TO INCREASE THE SPEED OP THE SHIP AT LEAST A THOUSAND MORE REVS TOMMy 13 DUBIOUS ABOUT THE CHANGE IN PROPS, BUT 13 WILLING TO CONSIDER ANYTHING THAT MIGHT HILP HIS CHANCES AT THE AIR RACES - " '- '""I BEN WEBSTER'S CAREER Rusty ' Prediction SHOT BY OFFICER PORTLAND. Ore.. June IS. (;pw His effort to elude two Portland po licemen who sought to question him Saturday night brought death to Wil bur R. Erbea. 23. Portland. Detective S. S. Hath ahot Erbea after the lat t tried to run the officer down and falling In that, took flight. The ear traveled about a block, atopped and began backing up. Heath and Detec tive W. A. Peterson Jumped aboard, unmeihed the gear lever and found Erbea slumped over the wheel. He died ahortly after arrival at a hoe pltal. Police learned the car had been stolen a few hours before from a park ing lot. The shooting occurred at for groceries. Fourth and Alder atreet. later police arrested Erbea' roommate, Don I. Carlion. 91. and are holding him (or investigation. VERDICLFOR $1 Qeorge Renker wat awarded a II verdict. In his civil suit against Carl Renker. his nephew, in Justice court Saturday. Qeorge Renker aued for S04. allegedly due for a board bill. The nephew paid the (1 verdict. Jiutlre of the Peace W. R. Cole, man ruled the It award, covering borrowed money In that amount, should be paid. Tentlmony ahowed the nephew and w:le had come to the Renker h-me. at hla invitation. nd that they had expended auint By EDWIN ALOES OKAY, PAL, VDU CAN LEAVE N0wA V ( OVI DC BMLK. Ml 3IX UtlULK FOR ANOTHER TREATMENT BUT, BEN, IF WHAT llM WORKW'ON PANS OUT THE JIPPEMS MAY STILL BE THE MAMMOTH TURKEY FARMS, BUT WEIL BE THE GUYS WITH MAMMOTH I iniyru- i -i THE NEBBS Romanes rf BEN, f If NO, I D0NyT THINK SO, Wl f T SEE, AND llf I KNOW IT. YOU Y"l P fK I UASON 1 I RUSTY. HES PRETTY I K S) I GUESS BjSkSI 5FPN THF AD S IS J a U VERY A WORRIED OVER THINGS, i ll I I I AM. TOO. Ill THE MAMMOTH 1 I 9 l ZZ V 1. 11 1 SICK? ? THOUGH. W TURKEY FARMS 1 II araw I : I I I V . i I - J-"-" V A. I 9 "W- yGX-Ot. "WO . - - ------ w m w If iCOJi W' rirLX iMAm Ks a." i A 1 '.VAVV ""V L- jL III I I . 1 I I I. .r J If I I K at .OOC- X JC.r k wJ ' m I . III J i ' Tw ert I I ills fl 7 : BUT TWEKETS AUiJAVS OWE UMDERSTAtOD MOL4J OP OPPOR.TUM1TV, 1 WtfrJ COMAsiCe.' MV . 2MXMO STAJOCXS OUT AMOM&ST 7 161FTEO PERSOM UKEy&ill I s "J" Tl ': ROUtoO OF ROMAMCE SSWa'SHE STOLE HER EVP-; fvr By SOL HESS