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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.
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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.
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WASHINGTON, Oct. 31. (API-
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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
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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.
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