Medford mail tribune. (Medford, Or.) 1909-1989, August 10, 1938, Image 6

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Newspaper Page TextPAGE SIX MTCDFOrcn MATT, TTCTTHTNTC, MEDFORD. OREfiON. WEDXESDAY, AUGUST 10, 1938. LOVE ON THE RANGE IT HUM C. Mil. The Story So Far Under the name ol Abe Slreef er, cjuice-ffre Ankrom tokee a job on tht troubled Rait" T ranch to help lovely tee Trone. Colonel Btruthen and Mm daughter BeltT come to visit, and Ankrom recog nizee Strutheri at on (mpoiter, Kelton Orean. Orean It ehot and Belt telle Ankrom ehe did it. Rstchlord. the burly eheriff, quel tioni them all. Including Claydell, a neighboring rancher. Then he turtle on Lee. Chapter IS Exposed f EE TRONE'S red Hps curled scornfully. Til bite." she said "What was I?" Ratchford scowled. "You're talk ing to the sheriff of this county now. I expect a civil answer. "Very well," she answered, "I was not under the pepper tree wncn mai man was Kinea. "Where were you?" "I was walking toward H from the rear of the bunkhouse." Ankrom saw suspicion in the mentis glance. "Wny7 "It was warm inside and I want ed to get some air." "Why did you happen to pick that pepper tree to head for? "I wanted to be alone. The shadows were dark there and I didn't think anyone would see me." There were puzzled corruga tions on the sheriff's forehead. "I have often felt like bein' alone, myself," he said. "But 1 can't see why you would want to be alone when old friends you hadn't seen for years had iust arrived." "I felt strange toward them. Somehow 1 couldn't accept them as old friends," Lee said simply. "I could not help feeling that they were strangers and they were, you know." Her glance went to the girl who called herself Betty Struthers. "Why did you and that man practice this Imposture on us?" she asked curiously. A tear fell slowly from one moist blue eye as the girl from Peso Pinto faced her hostess. "Miss Trone you'll never forgive us, I know, but we knew the real colonel and his daughter. He had often told us of the Rafter T. 1 have always wanted to spend a summer on a ranch. Finally I per suaded father to impersonate " she broke off and, turning her head away, put a handkerchief to her eyes. Ankrom wondered If this were the truth. He felt strongly inclined to doubt it, for he knew the man she called her father was Kelton Drean, and so far as he had ever heard, Kelton Orean had no daughter. Too, he recalled the place where first he'd seen this girl. No, he decided, this yarn was a lie. But the girl was a clever actress-He saw the sheriff looking at her closely, saw the sudden taut ening of Ratchford's figure. "Isn't this bogus coloiicl really Kelton Drenn, the Tombstone gambler?" The golden head drooped lower. "Thought sol" the sheriff grunt ed. "Drean," he told the others, "is that tinhorn that made a lot of brags about gettin that shootin fool, Blur Ankrom. Seems like Ankrom gunned this Drean's cousin coupla years back, an the rammer swore ne q never rest till he evened the account" "What's all that got to do with us?" Trone asked, pulling himself togctner. Anxrom saw mat tne nt ol shaking had gone out of him. "Mebbe nothing." the sheriff an iwered. "Then again it might have a wnole neap to do witn you. it all depends. . . . He broke off to frown at Claydell wh? was grin ning. "He means," Claydell chuckled, "that one way of explainin Drean's presence on your ranch in any guise " "Button your lip, damn youl' Ratchford snarled. The rancher returned the sher lff's glare with bland surprise. "Was I about to elve state secrets away?" "Some day," Ratchford's voice was deeply vibrant, "you're goin' to push me too far, ClaydelL When that time comes you better have your holster greased. "You remind me of a spoiled boy. When vou can't have things all your ow.i way you sulk. Its time you grew up." A Warnlnf BEFORE Ratchford could reply. Claydell went on: "You may be the sheriff of this county, unfortunately, but that don't come anywhere near glvin' you a corner on the conversation. Any time 1 feel the urge to break forth in speech, neither you nor all vour sheep-herdin' deputies arc going lo hold me back. This heres a warning, Ratchford. You watch your stop!" While the sheriff stood splutter ing with purple face, Claydell bowed to the others regretfully and took his leave, permitting his revolver to lay upon the floor where Ratchford's boot had shoved it. Perhaps, Ankrom thought, he had forgotten the wpnnnn. At nnv rat, hn loft with. out it and a few moments later his purring motor faded on, the dis tant night Ankrom's abrupt laugh broke the silence Claydell's departure had left behind. "What the hell you laughln' at?" Ratchford snarled. "Laughin' at the way that fella curled you up an' left you gaspin'," Ankrom chuckled. "Oh, you are, are you? Well, you keep right on laughin' then while you got the chance. When you're all through I'll have a few things to say that'll give you an opportu nity to laugh on the other side of your mug! "Hop to It, then. It's long past my bedtime an' nothin' makes me so dang obstreperous as missin' mv beautv sleep " "You knew," growled Old Man Trone, cutting sharply into An krom's sentence, "that that fellow impersonating Colonel Struthers was a damned fake, sir! Why don't you expose him?" Ankrom's face grew sober as he gazed into the stern accusing eyes of Lee's father. "I was waitin'." he answered, "to see how far the skunk would carry It." He saw Lee's glanci. travel past him to the girl from Peso Pinto, whose head was still averted. "1 think his brain was addled by a pretty face," Lee said. Hot color flowed through An krom's cheeks. "Perhaps it was," he told her quietly. "But you needn't worry about it happenin' again. With a curt bow he turned on his heel and went striding to ward the door. , Ratchford's voice came leaping after him: "C'm'cre! You tryin to slide out on me like that? You better stick around! Wild lloofbeats ANKROM, looking back, saw that Ratchford's hand was at his hip. He grinned coldly at the sheriff. "I expect that's your waji of advisin' me to linger in this county. Well, don't fret yourself: I'll stay, all right. I guess you ain't used to my kind, brother. I belong to a breed that sticks to the last gasp.' "All right, Curly Wolf," the sheriff gibed. "You listen now. You saw me prove thnt this Struthers dude was really Kelton Drean, the gambler. Drean s been spendin a heap of time in the Ins' two years chasin' after one Blur Ankrom. This Ankrom killed Drean's cousin in a gun fight Now it seems to me it would put tou in a awkward spot seein' as how Drean was killed here tonight, was I to prove that ynur real name's Blur An krom. That's somethin' for you to be mullin' over while you're gettin' in that beauty sleep you men tioned!" With the sheriff's ominous words still coursing through his mind, Ankrom sat on the edge of his bunk several minutes later, bent double in the task of pulling off his boots. But suddenly his Angers ceased all operations. From the slope leading down from the ridge hemming the valley rang a wild rataplan of hoofbents. For one breathless second he sat there listening. Then with a bound he was on his feet and moving to ward the open door with long swift strides. In the shadow outside the doorway he halted to gaze across the night. But no moving, tiling met his stare along the trail lead ing down from the ridge. With hurried quiet he moved to the rear of the bunkhouse. What he saw stilled the breath I n hia throat, inured as he wns to danger, A forward-bent rider with flog ging arm and flapping legs was tearing madly down that treacher ous rear pitch from the valley's rim. Ankrom's eyes glinted nar rowly as he watched that crazy course. It seemed impossible that horse and rider at that fearful pace should reach the valley's floor alive. His being quickened as the reck less saddle-slicker drove his rock eting mount across the stream. Between the buildings and straight across the yard they tore, the horse brakine to a stem in a cloud of dust as Ankrom rounded the far corner of the bunkhouse. He heard the rider hit dirt saw him go to ward the ranch-house's vernnda at a staggering run, stiff-legged from long contact with the saddle. Ankrom saw the ranchhouse door burst open: saw dark figures come spilling out across the porch like red ants from a burning log. They wbre silhouetted Dlack against the front room's lighted windows so that by their shapes he could guess at their identities. He heard the sheriff's low curse and Old Man Tronc's excited voice hurling questions. The runner stopped, stood sway ing before the ranch-house steps aa he fought for brcnth. There was i sob in the words that finally came: 'Rustlers! boss they've got that beef we had on the northwest range!" Ankrom saw Trone s form shrink back as from a blow; saw a trembling hand rome up to brush across his forehead. Trone's ques tion came from a thickened throat: "Wiped clean . . .?" Ulean as as a hound s tooth! the puncher blurted. (Crtrt,,ti. I'll. Nihn c. A Ankrom Investigates, tomorrow. CHRYSLER'S WIFE OF and devotod mast of her time to her fnmlly. All her children wcrv nt net bed Aide when h.e died Mrs. Uyron C. Poy, Mrs Edgar anrblsch, Walter Chrysler, Jr., and Jack ChryMer. GREAT NKCK. N. T.. Aug. 10. yp, Mrs. Walter P. Chrysler, wtfn of the auto magnate, died at thclt home hero last night of a cerebral hem orrhage, at the age of 61. The former Delia Forker. laughter of an Ellis, Kant., merchant, jJie had been Chrysler' constant aourvi' of in spiration and encouragement during hi rise from railroad worker to manufacturer and financier. They were married In 1901 when Chrysler was a 13-a-day roundhouse mechanic In Salt Lake city, and began married life on $60 capital. Despite her husband's achrement of ftme and lortune. Mrs. C'hrylei j ftchewtd extensive social activity New Bantam Auto To Sell For $399 BUTLER. Pa , Aug. 10 V) The American Bantam Car company an nounced todny a new automol-ile de livered completely equipped at the factory for :ui, which the company said waa the first American model to sell for less thnn 9400. The previous low on a Bun nun ma chine waa 4H3 for the muster coupe. The new coupe Iim slightly smaller wheels. Col. Welch Dies In Vets Hospital PORTLAND. Am. U , T' - fol H U. VHrh. OS. fi-riufr Multni-man county aue&aor end veteran ol the STRANGE AS IT SEEMS By JOHNHIX Tor further proof address the author, 1nc!oeln itamjed envelope for reply. Ref. V. 8. Pet OB. NT IWW A fflffwciUft Mt SftfMftN, 12, Sanfei-nando.aliF., rnV HVIMO f" lirvin wwnmwf i"iim iMf i HDiklA 9 nitttrTLItittOFSfiENERhTioHS . EACH OH Wtt MOTHER'S SlPft I & 5MGENERfiriOH'm$TcMU ANP DMGHTBR... ,osfec,kA4uit?fr cross -ATTxi L'Mrr 1 lrw Hrip-iMM " -foe PUftNTlC i. I, uric iwsiwji'I -1H OlnCK rtK'SH L 1 Of CONSTfrNTlNOPI-E, steh entrance to ifte City through -the Ihpodozlan lAal. HMRmbMBP UNOPENED Zrj fctosep 0V MortrSMweou wrteVi. i he cuNQUcKcunHc IN inriii M The Forbidden portal. Resplendent with glittering gold and sculptiired marble, the Golden Gate of Constantinople was built by Theodoslus Into a great wall sur rounding the city over 1600 years ago. This famed portal wns the official state entrance to Constantinople and waa used only on occasions of great Importance, When Mohammed II conquered this Important city after the great slrge of 1453, he ordered the gate closed permanently. Since 1453 the Qolden Gate has re mained shut; not a single soul has passed beneath Its high arch. Time has left Its mark of deterioration on the Golden Gate, but It still stands today In a section of the original wall unopened. 10 Grandparents Prlscllla Jane Satnan, 12, of San Fernando, Calif., has the distinction of being the first child and daughter of a first child and daughter of a first child and daughter of a first child and daughter of a first child and daughter. When she wns born she had living 10 grandparents, eight of whom were on her mother's side of the family. Strange as It seems, Prlscllla was the last of two living direct lines of five generations each, a relationship seldom duplicated. Stalk-Eyed Shrimp Unparalleled in the animal world Is the eye construction of the oar shrlmp, In which the organ Is borne' at the end 'of a slender beam longer than the rest of the body. Other animals have similar stalked eyes, but none In such an exaggerated de gree as the oar-shrimp. Tomorrow: What animals are known to carry gold nuggets In their stomachs? - "TICKETS, PLEASE 1" By GLUYAS WILLIAMS PAREWS RfLUCTArllLV COMsW TO LEY HIM HOLD "TICKETS to 6IVF To CONDUCTOR ON "fRAIfJ ' fOMTSTHEM OVER AHD ulR,TiOfTSB't'HI5 COVJ&TArlT HhrlDllNS 6ETM6 REDUCED 10 A PULPY STATE rSTolDNOrfYOPLAV wifri TriEw. Tires of JUST HOLDIrteTHEM AKD KEEPS ASKlKS IS CON DUCTOR COMWfiSDOrf? 'tries To -chrust Them W TURrf OU A BRAKE MArJ. A MA hi SELUtte CArtDY ADD THE SAME 8RAKEMAN OK WAV BACK pL tires of fuE whole BUSINESS AND LOOKS OUT OF WINDOW UiiUiftrf6 g-C) Wrtrl SURPRISE friERH ARE ONlYlVO liCKEffc HOW LOOrfeS -ticKEf MAV HE 6E fi f bEfwEEW Sf kt DRlHK 0? WAfER AWD WlKDOW END OF CAP.PlRlK6 HI5 ABSENCE CfiKlWoR C0ME6 KOUND R)R f.tKFfe Coprightj 1W8, bj The BtTJ Syndicate, Inc.) 3 MATTER POP Rv 0 LV1 PAYNE Spanish-American, Mexican and World wars, died Tuesday at the Veterans hospital, where he had been ill for several weeks. Col. Welch, also identified with the Oregon national guard, served as assessor from 1031 to 1037. He was born In Illinois and came to Oregon when he was 11 years old. He was deputy assessor from 1900 to 1020. He became a colonel after the World war, retiring In 1030, after 37 years of military service. Careless Smoker Causes Big Blaze BAKER, Aug. 10. (A') A careless motorist threw a lighted cigarette tub along a section of the Baker Homestead highwoy last nlpht and caused a grass fire that swe-pt 450 acres of grazing land, surrounded the Macy mine and almost went into the forest. Forty CCC enrollees were hurried to the scene and after four hours of continuous fighting controlled the blaze. Tho fire traveled so fast be fore a brisk breeze that It was feared for a time that all of the buildings on the mining property would be lost and perhaps residences at Sparta endangered. WINDOW GLASS We sell window gloss and will replace your broken windows reasonably. Trowbridge Cab inet Works. EST". 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LOVE-SICK ''?.-. 1 MOMKEV "TWAT WIDOW MDE IF THAT WERE A COCOMUr TREE ee. up iki it tossimg ,-TUEM AT PS5E53seV i FARDOM MS FOR IMTRODlNJS 1 MOPE 1 DlOJT INJTE.RCUPT LA PV.EASO.Mr CON I7VERSATIOKI NOU ( TMATS all. rismt. w V bootwer rudv m r - -. f via A ai IiH TM, W A. M MM I T5 MOKIE OF MV BUSINiESS BUT THIS WIDOW CERTAISJUV MADE. A LOVE-SI CK FOOL , OUT Of VOU IF BBWS A FOOL MAKE.S OKIE. SO HAPPY 1 UUNJT LA.KC-, TO IWMAT A DEGRELE 1 ACQUIRE IT 2-