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' MEDFORD M ATI, TRIBUNE. MEDFOTtD, OTCF.CiOX, AfOXDAY. OCTOBER 31. 1338. PAfiTC RTX DON'T MARRY THE MAN -By Jimn The Clionti leri Kathleen Gregoryi beautiful, red-haired member of the Greg ory clan which owiu The Golden Girl mine, traveling west incog nito. Bridfet Rlleyl her companion. Donald MaoDonaldi voung owner of The Stubborn Boy mine, hatei the Gregory. Yesterday: Became 0 the feud between the families Neutrality is divided in two sections. Kath leen goes to the modern MacDon aid hotel because Gregory ac commodations are hopeless. Chapter Seven Donald MacUonald "VOU ain't a movie tar Incog nitlon are you?" the .vaitress asked Kathleen, as she brought the tray to Kathleen's room. Bridget rescued the tray. "She isn't." "Gee, who done your hair? It's like raw gold." Kathleen, having recovered from the incognition, smiled at the maid. Admiration In any form was salve to her wounded vanity. "I grew this," she told the girl. "The freckles are homemade, too." The maid laughed joyously and started removing hot plates. "I made your order ham," she told them. "The beef was as tough as Old Angus, himself." Kathleen, who had swallowed the reference to the toughness of her grandfather, with an effort, ac cepted the chair the waitress held for her. "My name Is Mayme with a y," she went on conversationally. "What's yours?" Bridget officiated and Mayme, after another rapt glance at Kath leen, departed for more butter and cream, returning to talk volubly of the town, the hotel and Donald MacDonald. "Sure you don't know him?" she pressed. "Then how did you happen to come here?" "I'm here to gather material for a book. Miss Riley is going to as sist me," explained Bridget. Mayme shook her head in won der. "Well you're the first class we've had here that ain't been after Young Donald. You ought to see the dizzy ones who've come up from L.A. and Santa Barbara trying to rope him in. He's smart though. He doesn't go for women. I'll bet he goes for you, though, , Miss Riley. Kathleen sputtered through the tea. "I'm not interested in men," she managed. "You will be when you meet him. Gee, he's swell. I'll see you get Introduced. Well, I got to get going. I'm on in the dining room in the morning. My tables are on the window side. Sure hope you sit there, good night." The door closed on Mayme and the two girls leaned back to re cover their breath. "So the only women who come to Neutrality are after Donald MacDonald," teased 'Bridget. Knthleen's eyes were bright with speculation. "And I've scored the first hit. I'm one of his 'damned Gregorys' and I'm on his property. Just wait." They were In their beds when Bridget murmured sleepily, "If Young Donald is shy of women be cause he fears they are on the make, you couldn't have made a better beginning." Kathleen's reply was a sniff of disdain. At that precise moment she had been having the Gregory sido of the Neutrality street re paved and properly lighted. Her pride in the Gregory holdings had suffered a severe shock. Golden Hills AWAKE at dawn, she hurried to the windows for her first view of the new country. Warm robe clutched about her, she parted the window curtains and stood en tranced. , The land fell away from the rear of the hotel in a gradual slope, then broke off abruptly into a deep canyon. On the far side It arose In serrated cliffs and beyond these wpre other cliffs, broken portions left isolated in grotesque sil houette. "Bridget," she called. "Your art ist didn I lie. Here are the golden hills outsidi our window." Bridget hurried sleepy-eyed to stand for a few moments, awed. "This settles it. Get into your clothes, I want to look for a house. I intend to put my roots down this very day." "A house," exclaimed Kath leen. Bridget elucidated as they dressed. "Writers who haven't ar rived, and other working gals, such as we're supposed to be, don't live in MacDonald Hotels for any length of time. Nor would we have the privacy here that we need, nor .the means of entertaining." Kathleen, busily knotting a ijolden brown tie, looked beyond her reflection to the mirrored Bridget. "A house? Entertaining? Are you by any chance intimating I should continue my culinary education?" "Why not?" queried Bridget. "I came out to catch man." 10 SANTA Ft, N, M ., Oct. SI. (API FwlfrM Jurt(W Colin Ncblftt rOdny drntrd rccpai. to Rmnd Jury ivjortU by 67 of thf 73 drfmdiititi Indicted by a ffrifrnl grand Jury on chniym of fraud and political conspiracy In the New Mexico WPA. Prtninn tor examination of iht tsrntid Jury mlnutra waa mad? by drfrnw attorneys In thf flrat lr:al move to follow arra'snmrnt of hf drrrnttiUita laat Tuesday. Juilnf Neblett'a nillntf drrw no comment from attorneya. who anil linve until November 5 to attack val idity and aufftetency of the Indict mem. Pin I pleading wa delayrd until that date by Judge Nehlett, Bowmtn- "More men are caught by skillet than a perfume bottle." Kathleen laughed at her reflec tion. This was one of her goor" days, she thought. Rested tno in trigued, the fading bruise about her eye hidden by liquid powder, she looked more like a Gregory. The corduroy walking suit she wore was the exact shade of her hair, the tie, belt and boots the brown of her eyes. Only (he cream silk of her blouse relieved the duo tone. Mayme stood rapt with wonder when she first saw her, then sprang into action. "Over here, I saved you a table." she pro claimed, leading the way through the big room. "Don't sit there, Miss Cleo, sit on this side so the sun'U shine on your hair." "Where can we find a cottage to rent?" asked Bridget. "You can't, pronounced Mayme, flatly. "Young Donald tore down all his old places and only re built as folks would need them. The Gregorys have got a lot of old dumps but you couldn't live a winter in them. It's bad enough trying to live in the ones the min ers is housed in." "But if we were to pay for re pairs on one of the Gregory dumps," Kathleen nearly choked on the words, "don't you think we could rent It?" "Repairs, say listen, you'd have to start in at the foundationa and build up. Them Gregorys don't care about anything but the ore they get out of the mine. They let everything else go hang. They're so stingy the won't iVcn let the" miners use the lumber from the old cots for firewood and it ain't good for nothing else." "Who Is He?" MAYME retreated to the kitchen' for hot coffee and Kathleen retreated into silence. After a life time of Gregory adulation, it wasn't easy to accept blanket in sults graciously. But had she been able to admit her identity and retaliate, what could she offer in defense? - There was a stir at the door: voices. Kathleen looked up. A young man had entered: a par ticularly arresting looking young man. He was tall, he had dark hair, a heavily tanned face and small black moustache. Perhaps it was this that made his smile so dazzling. About him was an air of alert ness. There was such ease in his carriage, the quick trim step of leather boots, the trim squarely carried shoulders under the leather coat, the narrow waist, all contrib uted to the effect of smooth energy. "Is he good looking," murmured Kathleen. "Wonder who he is?" Bridget looked at the man, then at Kathleen, bewilderment in her eyes. "You must have been angry," she commented. "Now what is Mayme up to?" "She seems to be serving the man to us along with the coffee," answered Kathleen, as the two ap proached. Mayme's cheeks were pink, her blue eyes bright. "See? What did I tell you?" she began. "This is Mister MacDonald. Mister Mac Donald, meet Miss Riley, first name's Cleo, ain't she got the swellest hair?" Dark blue eyes, narrowed In laughter, met Kathleen's. Kath leen,'s eyes narrowed, but not in laughter, at least, not for a mo ment, then she succumbed. "How do you do, Mr. MacDonald." "Meet Miss Donahue." continued Mayme. "she's the book writer. I been telling Young Donald about you-all wanting a house. He says . . . oh, darn," she broke, off as a man hailed her from a nearby table. "I got to got ehia three minute egg." "May I?" Donald MacDonald drew out a chair at Bridget's quick assent. "Mayme's a great girl," he as sured them. "What did you do to win her over, Miss Riley? This is the first time I've ever heard her voice approval of a feminine stranger in Neutrality." "It's my hair that attracts her," Kathleen confessed, wondering how this charming man could be one and the same with the man she had met on the road. "Your hair?" MacDonald glanced up to where the warm rays of the sun were turning the curls to copper, amber and gold. "That reminds me that I owe you an apology for last night. I'm sorry ! was so rude, but you see," he smiled, and Kathleen thought his smile the most fascinating she had ever seen, "I have a complex against red hair," he concluded. Kathleen straightened. Men had called her hair sunset gold, harvest moon copper, all of the poetic names fancy could conjure, but none had ever dared refer to It as red. "I could dve It," she managed, Icllv. "But you couldn't dye the dis position that goes with it." retorted MacDonald and turned his shoul der to her. as ho started conver sation with Bridget. "From what I've seen of certain people with black hair, a bleach for their dispositions is Indicated." And Kathleen was up and away before either could protest. Tomorrow: ether. One Insult after ait- M00NEY KEEPS UP FREEDOM BATTLE SAN FRANCISCO, Oct. 31. (API Thomas J. Mooney changed h! mind and naked hla lawyer! Saturday to continue their fight before tha Un ited 8tatea supreme, court to win for him freedom from San Quenttn pris on. Mooney said hla attorney would ash th httth court for permission to file with It an original writ of ha bear corpus, The court, in a mllim October 10, refused to review the Mioney caw. After the refusal. Mooney said he would abandon his 20-year court i fiht for freedom, and would pin his I hope on the chum. that California STRANGE AS IT SEEMS By JOHN HIX For further proof address the author, Inclosing, a stamped envelope for reply. Reg. V. S- Pat Off. 0 & mm m - at w m I vjf5sv jt m Jim .... ..Wl.s2 in vs Blncksmlth Family Although he spent the greater part of his life a ft hunter, trapper, and Indian fighter In Kentucky, Daniel Boone, wilderness scout (1734-18201, was born a Pennsylvania)! and spent hla youth In North Carolina. There, strange as it seems, this colorrul figure erned n, reputation as a good smithy rnther than as a hunt er or trail blazer. He Is said on au thority to have forged tho first iron In the region of the Yadkin river. While he carved a new country voters might elect a governor next month who would pardon him. Mooney, convicted In 1917 of par ticipating in the 1910 San Francisco Preparedness day parado bombing that killed 20 persons, has contended he was convicted on perjured testi mony engineered by persons who hated him for his labor-leading acttv- Ities. llrntun NtiU-s Drop WASHINGTON, Oct. 31. (API- Hero's one for housewives to explain: The census bureau snld todny thnt TAILSPIN TOMMY Flying BEN WEBSTER'S CAREER 'if'iiiiwi T J t. r. - sw,iL-.itsm.-.-.a 1".q' THt WuoT-SBuv,MreK C7g7j fS-SS Lg MlrOO-.? f THE NEBBS Tho Meeting ' CFQSrCL GOLP- VO MIT EM A MILE ANOU 15 OKE SOT A L.ETTEC. FROM Yff MURIEL Lir-roOUJ OP AMVA JSg Mfi,VE TO GIVE ME STROKES MEeGAMEiMUCH BErTER-SHE nuESGETS TOMEETMR f JTo ,V'cVEEPlMG MG ( VWITM STEVE t7'? f! V3k A. STEVE MEBSniCE FOUS IWT155 vprucePtrte,hl.Cl felH PIREcT ALL OF WHOM VlERBBLMMMifosf Hl5 2 &RoT66RS ARE mcKSM(tH$ wolfhound were OWMEP om eY CHlfiFTftN'S httV fAN of HIGH RftHK IN ANCIENT IREUfcNP 0 GlUMfsKTlN, lost his WHllflSHIN6 then found THEM IN iH STOMACH OF A TUNh MB ChUSHTl O-31-38 frorn the wilderness, Daniel Boone alas wrought a career at the forge for generations of his sons and grandsons to follow. TodHj. in his modest shop, Daniel Boone, sixth descendant' of the pio neer, Is forging simple and beauti ful wrought iron hinges, latches, andirens, and lights to outfit the re built Colonial homes of the Williams burg restoration project. The order, Daniel estimates, will take the Boone boys 25 years to fill. "The Boones have always been the demand for brooms declined 14 per cent between 1935 to 1037. Lake Creek LAKE CREEK, Oct. 31. (Spl.) Mr. and Mrs. Hugh Bflrber flnd son.of Tillamook are guests of Mrs. Clara Wllhlte. Mrs. Barber woa formerly Miss Elsie Wllhlte. Mrs. Frank Farlow returned home Into Danger . . . Unarmed! Some Crow! f VOU SAID TO FOLLOwBr WE'LL STOP MEANTIME, AS THE BOYS NEAREO I IIgETUP.SON! I " 1 I t GOSH' SOUNDsmusT Bp'on'p'I "Sfe I YOU, RUSTY LEAD I IN THE WOODS THEIR VANTAGE POINT, OLD JUNIUS I I 6ET UP! D'VOU I I I LIKE A COS I rV thp nNcI m I5i 1 A f I i smiths," says Kelse Boone, father of Daniel and Daniel's two brothers, Marion and Lawrence, who are black smiths too. "My daddy, Nelse Boone, was a good one. His daddy, Jim, shod horses and made iron you will still find In houses around here. "Jim's daddy, Squire Boone, was a blacksmith, too. He was born In Ken tucky but moved to this country. Squire's daddy was Daniel, and he was a blacksmith, though most folks don't think of tiat. But Daniel was known in his day as a good black smith." Tuesday from a short visit In Eagle Point. Week-end guests of Mr. and Mrs. Roy Orlgsby were Mr. and Mrs. Clay ton Bishop and sons of Ashland. Donald Orlgsby came home Thurs day from Ashland to spend the rest of the week. E. R. Jones, who has been work ing In California returned home the first of the week. The Misses Luclle and Dorothy Vrcaux and Edith Hucfft were over night guests of Miss Joan Holmes of Etfgln Point, Wedneesday. FOOTBALL FAN ACCOMPANIES WriER -TO R30T6AU. GAME AtWAiivIfM MP !r.vf ATfe WfiCKFf S-fUBS AfJP 6lN5tbWRl66LI,L00KlrJ6 SEC"fi0NS 4ER AMD. 6RAM AND ASW ABOUT TrK MAKES TaVhER HELP AT CR0WP, f AYrtER AP0L0- T06U'f ESf CO. PICTURES IN IT. FATHER HIM LOOK POR THEM 6I21N6 to PEOPLE KICKED TENT TiLL TflTHER ' LATER BUVS NEWSPAPER. EtfHIS WTAVIW6 FEET HAS SEErt HIM TOO 10 SEE WHAff WAPPEHErD 8 MATTER PfH " " Bv 0 M PAYNI WJrfcHft BRKP PARADE UP kND Dowtf FiElD C0MPIWW5 OF BEIK6 HOf, CAUSIW6 WHEK-fO HELP HIM0rTWlTrl5WErVTR AriPOUWlfrKOfrf A6M, MrjyN61r!E Kltk-OFF -w - -yu- RKYlKS AWT) Rf- .SPcrfS FRlErJD (OopTriirlrt. 1938. by TV. 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