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PXGE EIGHT rFT)FOT?T) fATL TTITRTTXE, lrEDFOTlD, OREGQy, TUESDAY, JULY 5: 1938. Octagon Uou& BY PHOEBE ATWOOO TAYLOR CONVERSATION By GLUYAS WILLIAMS' STRANGE AS IT SEEMS By JOHN HIX Tor further proof address the author, Inclosing a stamped envelope for reply. Ref . V. 8. Pat. Oft - 7-4 ...ay So ari Ami Mabo, cap Coa dtctiv, 1 tnvMttaatina th murder of Marina Loms, whose hu band i poll offlct mural hat orouj Quanomet. She was kilted by a left handed biota from her tuter'i Knl, but Pam Fryt is innocent, ai laeli ax Tim Carr who tiai once married to Marina. Then the barn is burned, and Any. Tim, and Pam'e father are knocked out The problem confront ino Asey it a (50,000 lump of am bergris which Pam found the day of the murder and Aaron Fryt hid In the barn. Atey le convinced the fire .woe et by eomeone who is after the ambergrie, and that the lump wot not in the barn when it burned, with Tim, Atey is now looking for two missing troopers. Chapter 32 Dune Island ITOTHOUT aDDarentlv decrea ing speed, Asey turned off on a sand road. Tim averted his eyes from the ruts. It Was simpler not to look ahead, in this particular case, he tnougnt. "Er you intend to use the eoup6, do you?" he inquired. "To sea nunt, l meanr Asey grinned. "Oh, I know," Tim said hastily "I know vou're a director of Por ter's automobile factory, and you're a pioneer automobilist somehow I'd rather have liked to see you in goggles and a dust coat, scorching along at eleven and a half yes, Asey, I'm sure you know cars, and you seem to nave a way with late. But this is a city car. It can't swim. Not the teeniest bit. Sissy, I know, but there you are. How do you or sanize a sea hunt, by the way? What does one do? Stand on the beach and squint to leeward, or something?" "You know the woods back of Octagon House, Asey began. . "IfnnuF thorn?" Tim .oTrl "Mv dear man, Robinson Crusoe never knew his damn island the way know those woods. I cari truth' fully say that, after last night, J know every nook and crannv. very last bit of poison ivy. I know (t by heart, what about the woods? "Eventually," Asey said, "the woods come to the river. We didn hunt that far. A salt river, it is, np it runs off Wherry Pond. That' salt Dond." Timothy stuck his head out the window and watched the wheels squashing gummily through the DOg. "OMalley an' Shorty," Asey aaid, "met up with the biffer. Our pal. Our shrewdy was too shrewd to be seen, an' I don't know about the other feller. I'm sure it was the biffer, an I sort o feel the cops must of eot biffed. Coos ain't never so int'rested in a chase as they are in a chffse where they got biffed, person'ly. A good smack seems to sort of inspire 'em. I think O'Mal ley an' Shorty chased our pal the uiuci biuuuKu uie wuoas, an along to the river, an' then I think tney tooK to a boat. "All in the same boat?" Tim sued. "You must." Asey said, "have oeen an awiul lrritatln boy, when young." "It's my mathematical mind," 11m saia. i nave to put every item in its place. The biffer took to a boat in the river, and the cops took to another, and followed. That right?1 'I think so." Asev aalrl. "You make things so simple and brief," Timothy said. "Like a news reel no, I'm not being funny, I mean it. Didn't you ever notice the eimplicity and clarity of the news reels? Say some dictator says something that shakes the world and sets international crises going left and right This Means War. Civilization on Precipice. And just as you think about laying In a lot oi cannea miiK ana pemmican, then you go to the movies and see the news reel of the dictator mak ing his statement, and it s iust man waving his arms around at a lot of heads. Simplicity itself iri I boring you?" "Had much radio experience?" aey asttca amy. "No, it's just my fluent way," Tim said. "It's why do we stop?" "This is where we get out an' walk. Take off your shoes." Down The River TIMOTHY looked at the sedge 1 grass, half submerged in the watpr. BnH tho cViolle onA tkA stones with barnacles that were scatterea along the shore. "I suppose1 Tim said, "you really do expect me to take oil my snoes, too, and tramp bravely in my bare feet? No. I had some brief experience with that grass and those barnacles, the day we came. My shoes stay on." "Then head 'em the right way," Asey said. "We're going' round the point." "Where are we?" Tim asked. "Roughly, I mean. And where are we bound?" "We're on the river," Asey said. "Ocean's to the right, bevond the pond an" the channel. The old landin's around the bend. It ain't been used since they built that nice new alphabet wharf up in the cove, but I know Pam keeps her boats here. She said so. Probly others do, too. If you wanted to fly straight like a crow, you'd be able to shoot back to Octagon House over the tree fr- ?n' the swamp. We circled arourJ an' got here a lot quicker than we could of on foot. We're also nearer where we want to get to than if we started from the town wharf." "1 see," Tim said. "It was that swamp where I got in before knew it, during our man hunt Now, what about the troopers?" "I think," Asey said, "they went down the river, followin' the biffer, an' then I think they got across the small end of the pond, an' into the channel current. An then i think the tide intervened, an' took 'em out to sea. At least, as far as Dune Island." "And what do we do?" "Oh, we take a boat an' investi gate," Asey said casually. "Here here are Pam's, see em? The Frying Pom , 11, and II. One sail boat an' two sharpies. Chained an' locked to the moorin's, but uh-huh. There's two other boats that belong here, see? They b'long here an' here." "The old traooer." Timothv said in a rapid monotone, "pointed dra matically to the oak leaves at the foot of the tree. Flying Cloud and his redskins, he hissed, have been here within the hour. Let's see. One was a tall boat with a black mustache, and the other was short fat dory with a front tooth missing, and a slight imrj "For that" Asey said, smashing the lock on the Frwino Pam III "you row. Get in, whippersnapper Dust mat cnain on me oars on. give it to mel Yup. you get in an row." "The muscles on Carr's neck and shoulders," Timothy continued imperturbably, "stood out like those of some ancient Greek athlete about to meet his lion. now, my boy, for dear old Quant mot Shirt On A Stick "VES," Asey said, "you can row, can't you? I seem to remem ber, now 1 think of it, I seem to rlcall seein' you row before. Single scuil champ, wasn t your Uold cud ' Oh. Tim said, suddenlv verv flustered and Dink. "1 used to row when 1 was a kid is it your idea that the Diner is a native? Asey nodded. "Port vour helm." he said. "Yup, I begun to think he was a native, last night. I also think he's the outcome of the mural trouble, an' 1 know he knows his way around this region. An' he had sense enough to know that he was licked on land, but tnere ain t many trooDers vou can i fox in a boat. He cut across here in the dark, see? An' he made for shore, an' home an' mother. An' he let the tide take care of the trooD ers. Now, lean back an' let the cur rent take you from here. In about 1U minutes we 11 hit Dune Island. Timothv was si ent while then arnica along. Asey, he said at last, "what's the story that Hanson and the rest of us don't know? It's something uran and I can t dope it out. Ord'narilv." Asev said. "I'd tell you. In this particular case, I think u s nicer mat you aon I Know. 'safer.' I see. Is Pam in arlv dan' gcr.' Anyone else mieht be. Asev said. "But Pam seems to have a happy kind of faculty of treatin' trials an' tribulations an' dangers like thev was verv orrl'narv things. I don't think Pam can be blulled. An at this stage of the ame, i minR the person thats anserous to her Drob'lv realizes that Pam knows no more than he Hnnv Turn ornnnH Tim on' eaa what you think of Dune Island." I think, timothy said, look ing over his shoulder, "I think you've got something here, Mayo. D'you suppose that blue shirt on suck is a signal? "Must be.' Asev said. "The usual-run of bathers that come out Dune Is and don't as a ru t bother with things like shirts. Put her ashore." Thev found the two trnnnera sleeping at the foot of the center une. "A lovely sight." Tim said id- preciativcly, as he and Asey stared i me two recumbent ligures. A lovely sight. Sleen it is a eentln thing is this what thev call squandering the - taxpayer', money? And Where's their boat? Shall I wake them, or will you?" "Seems a Ditv." Asev said, and let out a bellow that brouuht both men to their feet. "Sorry," he continued oolitelv. to disturb vou. but where in the dickens have vou been an how long do you Intend to disrupt murdrr case by vour seaside snoozes? ' Say. the shorter one said you're Asev Mavo. aren't vou? Well, say we got himl" rou, Asey said, "got who?" "The euv that was nrnivHno around Octagon House and the oods. and around there The onv that knocked the two of us out Boy, what a night! We're luckv to be here. But we got him, all rigiitl" tCeivrtfil. 19JS. rtttb 4ftrr4 TmyIot) 3 WM . it WM fttl&lNkLLV CHURCH FHTmL Books WITH rbo urreRsL r CUCKOO CLOCK-- , CHICfcfiO MU NoiKBEP TlME MATIAAJTA (Grmiai-iohal prtah'oK affect fte pendulum..,) Who It II? Don't miss Monday. chapter. SALEM WOMAN ELECTED LEADER OF ZONTA GROUP BANFF, Alta., July 6. (UP) Mary Uvfrmore Barrows ot Boston, mem r of the Massachusetts state legta ature, Saturday told 200 drltu to the Zonta International convention that woman's Individuality a be ing endangered by dlwrlmlnntory eRlfrtatlon. Mlaa Barrows spoke shortly before the dfleftnteg elected Dr. Helen Peree. ot the EnRllMi department Vt Willamette university. Balem.. Ore., president, and to ted to oppose restrictive legislation aftectlng wo men In business end the proXes aiona. "Don't mind defeat, two, thre or four times," Misa Barrows Mid. "Run for of lice, run for tho city council, run for the school board, run for your life. lor woman's individuality is end a n red by discriminate;)- leg islation while she sltA back, unaware of what ts happening." A scholarship loan mnd was voted in memorial of Amelia Earhart. The fund will be available to women en gineering students particularly inter ested in aeronautics. Other officers elected were Mrs. May Moyera McElroy, Washington. D. C. attorney, firit vice president, Mrs. Elizabeth Armstrong. Cleveland. O.. met.il forgtiirfs manufacturer, second vice president, and Misa Ruth Gates. Evanston, 111., banker, trensurer. Equality of men and women In Ivil seivue without r:.ui to mar ital ftitus was wt objective. Use Mail Ttlbuue Want Ada. of ihe bins U)tf Hl5 HTUS to CH AflUe MiTcrm IN 1990 Union Army officer A Pumpkin pb , km wirKmo.wiTrifffieuotS. HPlV KPllCN CVKrCf IHINO IN n 7-5-3S Champ At 5ft Prizefighters, generally speaking. are "through" In their thlrtles-Mf they last that long. With few ex ceptions, the champs ot ring history have gone down under the telling blows ot men younger than them selves,' One of these exceptions was old Jem' Mace, heavyweight champion of England. At 34 he started a 35-year ring career In 1855 by whipping 'Slasher Slack" tn & 9-round de cision. Then, In laoo. Mace stepped Into the ring against Charlie Mitchell, Mace was 50 years old, but he still laid claim to the heavyweight title of England he won first from Sam Hurst In 1861. Mnce stepped out of the ring a loser, but left behind a memorable records of 35 years of fighting. Grant's Pie Order Lieutenant Wick field. Union army officer, one day In the early part of the Civil war stopped with a grqup of friends at a Missouri farm house for refreshments. To Impress the housewife, he rep resented his party as "General TJ. S. Grant and staff." The men virtually stripped the farm house of victuals. Only a delicious pumpkin pie re mained; the men were all too full to eat lt.( By coincidence. Grant himself the same day stopped at the same farm house and found the cupboard bare. except for the pie. The housewife I told the story of Wlckfleld's visit, I so Grant set out after him. With the army at attention, Grant read the following order: "Lt. Wlck fleld, having on this day eaten every thing In Mrs. Selvldge's house, ex cept pne pumpkin pie, is hereby ordered to return withjan escort of 100 cavalry and eat that pie also," The order was carried out. Cuckoo Clocks It Is a scientific fact that gravi tational pull of the earth varies at different latitudes. Accordingly, the pendulum of a cuckoo clock set to run on time at one latitude would swing faster or slower at another, depending on the gravitational variation. Tomorrow: The doughnut queen. E LEHER SENT BY 'PINTO' COLVIG .TArifSOMUTT.T.P Ti., a fflnli A unlqu letter was received recently by MIm Alice Hoefs trom "Pinto" Colvlg. now connected with the Walt DLsney motion picture studio in Hollywood, Calif. Colvlg attended school here In his boyhood, later re siding in Medford. The front of the envelope was covered by pictures drawn- by Col vlg, depleting scenes In tho old town as he remembered them. They in cluded the little old depot with Bar num's train, the "saloons and busi ness buildings." and the old water ing trough with a horse standing by It. Those familiar with the town In pioneer days declare the picture to be amazingly true to life. Dee Mall Tribune want Ads. 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