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Octagon Uou&
BY PHOEBE ATWOOO TAYLOR
CONVERSATION
By GLUYAS WILLIAMS'
STRANGE AS IT SEEMS By JOHN HIX
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...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"
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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
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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
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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.
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