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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."
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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.
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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
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