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MEDForcn matt, TTCrmrrrF:, medfcvrd, ortEnoy. Tuesday. October 25. 1938,
DON'T MARRY THE MAN
-By Jesnne Bowmm-
The Character
Kathleen Oratory! tau(iul
and peppery redhead.
Angus Gregory: her father,
owner of The Golden Girl mine.
Bridget: Gregory'! iccretary,
Teiterday: Became of a feud
between the two families, Mac
Donald, owner of The Stubborn
Boy. hai refuted the Gregorys
right-of-way around hii shaft.
Chapter Two
Marry The Man?
'TWERE wasn't much Kathleen
wouldn't do (or this beloved
uncle; anything to show the others
she preferred his gentle kindness
to the domineering members who
despised him.
She accepted the letter and
started to read, and as she read
her shoulders lifted, her -hin lifted
nd her brows became angry arcs.
The letterhead told her the
missive came from the office of
The Stubborn Boy. The signature
told her it was written by the last
of the MacDonalds, nne Donald
MacDonald.
But it was the content which
lent her temper flaming until her
iu the admonitions, warnings and4
advice of the clan. Her brown eyes
were dark with thought. The nu
cleus of a plan was forming in her
mind; a very pleasing plan encom
passing conditions of which she
had dreamed for the last four
years.
Silence restored she turned to
her father. "When dc I start?" she
asked.
"Immediately," answered Greg
ory. "That is, as soon as I can ar
range to have our car coupled on a
westbound. You'll go as far as Salt
Lake City, then the car will be
transferred to a short line. At
Green River I'll arrange for a
work train on the mine spur to
take over"
"You do this and I don't go,"
Kathleen interrupted. "I'm the one
who has to face the music and I'm
not going down there with a forty
piece band playing the theme of
The Golden Girl. This head of red
hair is going to be handicap
enough. If I go in as Kathleen
Gregory, I'm defeated before I
start."
"She's right," affirmed Beatrice.
"Now this is the way I'll manage
It. Kathleen and 1 wil, drive down
from Salt Lake City, as tourists"
"Oh no we won't," checked
Kathleen. "This is my expedition
and I'm choosing the personnel.
There won't be any Gregorys in
cluded. If you trust me enough to
ask me to do this favor for the clan,
then you're going to have to trust
"flurry, Bridget. I want to talk to you where no
one can hear us."
eheeks rivaled the color of her
hair. Angrily she read:
1 wouldn't allow the shaft 0 The
Golden Girl to contaminate my prop
erty. I wouldn't allow a damned
Gregory on my land to dltcuu the
matter. 1 wouldn't allow a hypocriti
cal, effete, deteriorating offspring of
t conniving, double-crossing Gregory
within speaking distance.
Why don't you come out and see
what your remote control Is doing to
this country? Why don't you take
tome Interest in your miners at men?
Why don't you give them a few extra
pennies for decent shelter instead 0
spending every cent you can squeeze
out of your mine on that vapid, silly
flapper of yours?
I got to tick of s eeinp her smirking
from the rotogravures 0 magazines
that I've Quit taking them. So far I
haven't strained my eyes with a good
look, but some day when I'm ready to
go off the deep end over the way the
Gregory tide it handled, I'll pin one
of her dental displays on the wall and
. . oh, what't the use.
My answer is no to every favor
you've atked, and that It final.
Kathleen was tapping her slip
per toe on the polished lloor. As the
tapping increased in fervor and
tempo, the clan relaxed. When the
heel came down with a stomp they
smiled. They even laughed, but
softly, when she strode back
cross the room and started pound
ing on her father's desk.
I'm going out there and mnke
that black-browed son of a Mac
Donald eat out of my hand. I'm
going to mnke him eat every word
in this letter. I'm going to cram it
down his throat until he chokes on
It. Sillv, vapid flapper, am 17 Won't
strain his eyes? Well here's where
he starts chumming with an ocu
list. When I gel through with that
Donald MacDonald he'll be so
blind he'll sign away his right-of-way
and his freedom with the same
stroke of the pen.''
"Kathleen, cried Mrs. Gregory
In alarm, "don't marry the manl '
Kathleen looked up and her
eves seemed flecked with the red
flame of her hair. "Marry the
man?" she repeated. "That's an
idea. . . "
No Forty Piece Band
ANGUS GREGORY brought or
der into his office by sending
all but the immediate family on
their way.
Kathleen had listened, unmoved.
" HAPPY DAYS ARE NEAR
me enough to let me handle it my
way, no questions asked."
"I told you how she'd act," cried
Beatrice with an air of washing
her hands of the whol affair..
"You have a plan, daughter?"
queried Angus.
Kathleen nodded. "The begin
ning of one. This I know: Donald
MacDonald is just as much preju
diced against the Gregorys as we
are against him. I want a chance to
meet him and have him know me
as an individual before he associ
ates mo with his enemies. I don't
want to divulge my plan to anyone
save Uncle Douglas. If you'll feel
better about things I'll take him
with me to some nearby point"
Take Care Of Yourself
"rOUGLAS," spat Beatrice, "h
hasn't a brain in his head."
"His brains are in his heart,"
Kathleen snapped back. "And his
tongue isn't hinged in the middle
and wagging at both ends. How
about it, Dad?"
Angus paused a moment. "Kath
leen, he murmured, "I think
you're smarter than the lot of us
put together. All I ask is that you
take care of yourself."
"See you at home," Kathleen
cried in triumph, stooped to kiss
her mother, patted her Uncle
Douglas and whirled out of the
room.
"Bridget!" She caught the sur
prised secretary in her arms. "Hur
ry out of here. I want to talk busi
ness to you where no one can heat
us. Honey, you nnd I are going out
to thnt spot you are looking for.
And believe me. we're going to find
gold in 'them thnr hills.'"
Bridget backed away, amazed.
"Does it occur to you that I don'l
want to go anywhere with a Greg
ory?" ''Ah." jeered Kathleen, "some,
thing more we have in common.
Suppose I'm no longer a Gregory?"
"But I won't be a party to this
plan. I'm surprised that you, with
your spirit, could so demean "
"Demean, my eye." Interposed
Kathleen blithely. "Come on, don
the bonnet. Dan's bringing my car
around In five minutes. And I'll
bet The Golden Girl against yom
Picture of golden hills, that once
ve talked to you. you'll be rarin'
to go."
"That," stated Bridget, ruefully,
"is exactly what I fear, therefore
the answer is no, in advance."
Tomorrow: .Making plans.
DFTHOIT. Oct. S4 (API Hfnrj
Ford antd this afternoon "dlntlnctly
better timet are on the way."
He made the statement on the
occasion ot a preview of the Ford
Motor company's new models.
"We plan to atp up pioductlon
of 1039 modela well beyond the
ncRrrRHte of 183B." he aald. "be.
etui' we know aalea generally are
i;o;nt to be much greater."
He rttd not put hla prediction Into
numbers, hut the Ford company thus
fnr tn haa produced appro!-
ninlt-ly 403.000 uruu.
.
A new alltlme high record for
groa rerelpta of the Honolulu post
office wa established Imtt year at
;9...Ji7.
OPENED NEAR EUGENE
kuokne, on. as. (,-Tn a new
stretch of the Pnctflc highway, lx
unc, one-half mi let .oni, wm openrd
by the MM hlffhwny departtnf nt be
tween Eugene and Junction City
Monday,
The new section. Part of the Pa
cific hiithay Improvement program,
will materially Minrteu the driving
time between Eui'n and Portland.
It la claimed. Construction revord
were broken durliiR the pouring of
the concrete for the htithway during
Auicuftt, whrn contractor laid ai
much a 2,070 teet of hinhwy in one
eltiht-hour shift. v
STRANGE AS IT SEEMS By JOHN HIX.
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Qui It War Record
The only World War record of
Yancey County, North Carolina,
strange as It seems, Is that stitched
Into bed quilt by Mrs. W. J5. Rob
ertson of Burnsvllle.
For four years Mrs. Robertson mide
frequent excursions Into the hills of
Yancey County, compiling a complete
Hat of Wprld War veterans who serv
ed their country two decades ago.
These names she stitched into her
odd quilt of a beautiful geometric
pattern, and today her handiwork
stands as the cniy complete and au
thentic record of Its kind.
Sign Language
Strange as it seems, although there
were 69 dlffererit language families
among the Indians of the United
Statoa, and hundreds of different dia
lect, all the Indians of North Amer
ica were able to converse with each
other by means of a common geafurc
speech, or sign language.
Signs were made with one or both
hands; ideas were canveyed with rap
Id gestures which often implied
whole sentences. The sign language
was usually much quicker and more
effective than spoken words. In the
presence of enemies the method was
silent and sure.
Strange as It seems, there wore
48.000 combination gestures used In
the sign Rnguage, experts aver. While
most Indians were able to speak at
best only a few hundred words, the
sign language contained no less than
85.000 distinct signs.
Tomorrow: What famous monu
ment -was designed as a teles ope
tube?
Columbia university reenved a to
tal of over 1403,000 In gift during
the jM :ut.
RAE GIVEN LEAVE FOR
EDITORIAL ASSN. POST
EUGENE, Oct. 24. (AP) Arne Q.
Rae, field secretary for the Oregon
Newspaper Publishers' association and
assistant professor of Journalism at
the University of Oregon, received
a year's leave today to become execu
tive secretary of the national edito
rial association.
Rae connected with the Oregon
publishers' group since 1929, will
depart about January 1. He was for
merly co-publisher of the Tillamook
Herald and advertising manager for
the Oregon City Enterprise. He Is
also president of the Newspaper As
sociation managers, a national or
ganization. Dean Eric W, Allen of the school
of Journalism aald Rae's position
would be open here should he desire
to return.
204? Get Insurance.
PORTLAND, Oct. 35. A total
of 2047 Oregonlans had received $73,
687.62 at the end of September tin
der the federal government's old-age
Insurance program, which levies a
tax of 1 per cent on the wages of
commercial and Industrial workers.
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Isamu Noguchl, 34-year old American-born
Japanese, won the Assoc
iated Press nation-wide competition
for designing a bronze panel for the
main door to the new A.P. building
at Radio City, N. Y.
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