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MEDPORD M ATI, TRIHl'NF. MEPFOTCD. OREGON. WEDNTF,ST).Y. TOTTrBER 2. PA OF F.TflTTT DON'T MARRY THE MAN -By Jetnn '1 lie l.'haractcrs Kathleen Greiory: red-haired member o the Gregory ctan, goes Wet incoomlo to get a rlpht-o-tvay from MacDonold or The Golden Girl mine. Donald MaeDonmld: young owner of the rival mine. The Stubborn Boy, instantly quarrel) U'lth Kathleen. Bridget; Kathleen's companion. Testerday: Kathleen Itartti that Old Balmy, a Gregory shlt boss, is the only one in Neutrality who disregards the feud between the Gregorys and MacDonalds. Chapter Nine Into The Mine DRIDGET was standing before The Gregory House, talking to a large, sandy-haired man whom Kathleen disliked Instantly. "Mr. Kit-Smyth, superintendent of the Gregory mine," Bridget said In presenting him. "I've been talk ing to him about renting the old Gregory place. It seems that's the only house available, furnished or unfurnished." "I believe I'll be able to Inter cede with the owners," explained Kit-Smyth, smiling at Kathleen. 'They've allowed me to rent it, before." Kathleen controlled her eye brows which sought to shoot up in surprise at a Gregory renting any personal possession, regardless of how little they cared for it. "Of course we couldn't pay the seventy-five a month, previously paid," Bridget continued. "How ever, Mr. Kit-Smyth said the own ers would consider less." "Could we move in immediate ly?" Kathleen hastened to ask. Kit-Smyth pleated his upper Hp with thumb and forefinger, then reached for his watch. "Hmmm, eleven o'clock here, one o'clock in New York. If I wire immediately I should have the answer back by late afternoon. Yes, I believe you can. I'll send my houseboy up to help you air out and Are up. In the meantime, why don't you young ladies lunch with me? And I'll take you down in the mine, would you enjoy that?" ' Kathleen and Bridget gave eager assent, then hurried to the hotel. "It's too pat," Bridget protested as they reached their room. "It doesn't seem right that things should work into our hands like this." . "Pot.'" blurted Kathleen. "Don ld is his name and he certainly Isn't working into my hands. I've had another row with him. He's impossible. Let's talk about Kit Smyth, what did you think of him?" "Mind if I reserve Judgment?" asked Bridget. "I don't like to de pend upon first impressions." "Well I do," snapped Kathleen. "I've noticed that," laughed Bridget, getting Into a warm blue knit dress which turned her eyes to twin bits of mountain sky. Kathleen, turning to Bridget Riley, ex-secretary of Angus Gregory, President of The Golden Girl, incorporated, In her place, checked herself. Bridget had grown beautiful. It was as though some dormant radiance had been awakened, intensifying each charming feature. No wonder Donald MacDonald had been fas cinated. "You've had a second Impres sion of MacDonald, how did you like him?" she questioned, abruptly. Bridget's eyes twinkled. "Hav ing lived with you for three weeks, I understand him perfectly. You two are very much alike you know" "Alike!" exploded Kathleen. "Yes, both autocrats, charming to your friends and dependents, but if you'll pardon the phrase, hell on your enemies." Terrifying Speed "DRIDGET DONAHUE RILEY, no one has ever dared talk to me the way you do. I don't know how or why I take it." "I do." Bridget swung a cape over her shoulders. "It's because you're inherently honest. Down under all of that quartz there's a ledge of pure gold in you. I've been talking to Kit-Smyth, I'm all a quiver with mineralogy. "Come on, darling. I doubt if the Crown Prince of The Golden Girl is accustomed to being kept waiting." "Crown Prince," chuckled Kath leen, "and you said you didn't judge by first impressions." The road to The Golden Girl forked off the highway below Neu trality, then wound down on the other side until it came out at a point nearly below the cliff which held the house she had comt to call The House of Hate. Kathleen's first view of the mine brought with it renewed faith in the Gregorys. The great gray sheds, the towering derricks, the railroad siding with its train of sre cars, all bespoke care, upkeep and bustling activity. "The ore." Kit-Smyth told them, "Is going down to the smelter. We do only the mining here." The superintendent was proud s SAN FRANCISCO, Not. 3 Av Mr. Gen. George 8. almond. 64, r llred American army officer, died to ddy at i'terman hospital after an illness of sevpral month. Ornrral Simonds was retired only Innt March alter 43 year aervlw. fiurlnc which he wan decorated by thrr foreign (jovernmenta. At the time of hi retirement he was In com mind of the ninth corpe area. General Slmonri saw service In the Philippines, china, Alaska and France where he was a member ot the grrerrtl 'nff during the W.rUI war and chief of staff of (lie rocond irni) corp on the British front. Bowmsn- J of his domain. Each building glistened with fresh paint. The lab oratory was, ne earn, one 01 met best in the business, the emergency hospital one of the most efficient and most seldom used. "We might as well go down now," he ventured. From a wardrobe room he brought forth yellow slickers and yellow hats resembling so'westers, and when the girls had donned these, led them to the collar of the mine, a great gaping hole which seemed filled with a rushing, Toar ing noise. "The skip," he explained. "Ele vators to you. They are evidently passing in the shaft." As he spoke, one shot up towardi them at such a speed that Kath leen stepped back. It looked like a mammoth ex press elevator to Kathleen and seemed to stop on two levels. The lower opened onto a chute on the opposite side. Ore cars were rolled out to release their burden to the waiting freight car below. Thet upper cage opened towards them ana two men in leather coats and miners' cups stepped out. "Muckers, probably going to the commissary, Kit-Smyth explain ed, and ushered the girls into the compartment. "Better take my arm on this first trip," he suggested. Bridget complied, but Kathleen set her heels sturdily. This was her mine. She'd let no cage destroy her morale. And then the earth gave way and with it daylight. Down they shot at a terrifying speed. Black walls gave way to splashes of light at regular intervals. "Stations," elucidated Kit Smyth. "Every hundred feet. Pump stations. You know we must keep pumping constantly to keep the drifts from flooding." 'Angus!' KATHLEEN might have counted twenty-five stations had she been concerned with anything other than keeping her breath in its accustomed place. She knew she was suffocating. She wanted, terribly, to reach out for the assur ance of Kit-Smyth's arm, some thing more human than the iron bar she clutched. She had one moment of paralyz ing fear as she visualized the walls of the shaft caving in, imprisoning them, cutting off the sky and the sunlight . , , but principally the air . . , for all time. "Air " she ventured. "How does one " "Pumps again," answered the superintendent. "I'll show you the winch when we go top-side again. Air must be forced through at a terrific pressure to break the damp air; the foul air. It's poisonous." Kathleen offered a prayer that nothing would happen to the pumps until she reached the sur face again. "Relax," ordered Kit-Smyth. Kathleen promptly stiffened and knew that her heels had come up through her ankles. She found the cage had stopped with devastating abruptness. For a moment she waited, look ing ahead. Surely this was some thing Milton had dreamed about when he wrote "Paradise Lost." This queer low dark tunnel with its dots of yellow light, gleaming fantastically along the floor. The dots she learned were electric lights; the gleam, the tracks along which ran the ore cradles. Again she refused Kit-Smyth's arm and stumbled along in his wake. The men were lunching in the tunnel just off the "slope." Kathleen noticed now that the walls and ceiling were heavily tim bered. This gave her some assur ance of safety until she realized how deep in the earth they were and how many tons of rock lay above them. And then they came Into what Kit-Smyth called a "kidney" and she felt better. This was an oval opening, the ceiling lost in dark ness, the floor piled with muck. At the tunnel end the muckers sat hunched over tin buckets, one a little apart from the rest of the shift. Kit-Smyth had said thev were working this spot and Kathleen forgot everything else. Scarcely aware of the silent audience she moved close to a wall and scanned it closely. Without a light playing on it, it looked like nothing at all. So this was a gold minel The Golden Girl, the mine whose name had been bestowed upon her. Where was the gold? Hands clasped behind her back, heels planted sturdily, she stood thinking of what Bridget had said. Wanting to laugh at the visions she had previously had, of a great Slowing cave and miners chipping le gold off the walls in rocks. And then she stiffened in alarm. "Angus!" The man who had sat apart was on his feet; was coming towards her, ripping off his cap with one hand, the other out stretched. "Oh, Angus, I knew you'd come. I've been praying " With one swift motion Kathleen ripped off the rubber hat and her curls caught the gleam of a lamp; revealed the femininity of her face "Balmy!" Kit-Smyth's voice, rang out in warning. (Ctrritto, j ) Mondayi Setting up hovstkeeplng. EUGENE HAS NEW WEATHER BUREAU FlTOKNF. Nov. 9 ,-T Fi(tene 1 on the world's weather nwp. It waa revealed t.ay. when a V. 8. weather bureau office wa opened at the Municipal airport. It la equipped to mn among all flrat-oMiw atattons In the United Htntrn. M. J. Fuerst la In charge of the bureau, and announced that a new 70.000 radio tranxmlMlon depart ment will be completed wlthtn the next month. Thia department will broadcaat weather Information and la erevted to he uawi to contact aircraft. It will be tinder the direc tion or ine civil aeronautics ail tlmrlty ' The uf bureau utlt gi Eene STRANGE AS IT SEEMS By JOHN HIX For further proof address the author, inclosing a stamped envelope for reply. Reg. TJ. S. Pat. Off. 3 77 Vf. il-2-?e Paper Ncrap Election An answer to a c:ngrpasman"8 prayer woa John Qulncy Adams, can didate for presidency of the United States In 1826. at range as It seems, on a crumpled and trodden scrap of paper hung the fat of the nation when tho presidential election had resolved It self to the vote of one man con rresAman Stephen VanRensselaer of New York. Beset by conflicting emotions and Ideals, VanRensselaer was sorely pressed to decide whether to vote for Adams or Andrew Jackson, his op- 34-hour servloe, and Is on the Seattle-Oakland, Calif., circuit of teletype weather reporting system. French Ministers Swap Portfolios PARIS, Nov. 3. (AP) Announce ment of the resignation of Paul Mar ch a ndeau as minister of finance came tonight after a cabinet meeting de voted largely to measures to cope with Prance's economic troubles. Marchandeau, however, remained a TAILSPIN TOMMY-Worse BEN WEBSTER'S CAREER THE NEBBS Hia Only Lov CONVERSES.. AMBITIOUS TO OWM STEVE'S PAMOUS DiamomO, ISM'T OSJE TO LOSE Anjv Time GETTIMG PLACES" lyiTU MlM MEA TU4T CAT i-i ' -i H ' , J Hi gHP CBgACEt-ETl I PLEAS&! AMD HIS CAuOHTEft Jw DMAPPED IT, SIR.. BUT EfeSBSs&H ' I , tfS1 Jfc? HW r V A T y l.LLJt!BF miss BEftNice, to mb.tiuymo THEY LEFT 3&v'S . DUCK DOWN, BEN! "u3t , I f THINK WE D BETTER I if HEAVENLY V A Jfc.-- CTV HERE THEV COME! kTT" 1 1 MAKE TRACKS NOW, I J 0AVS' , V'TY f E,D?F ' S I "If 1 f Ik WILFRED )- l BEN, ON ACCOUNT 6' I CI I WILFRED! U 7 SOSH, &1L jS, 1J BE, Xi'u ;( ilnn Ait r A NSVER HPP HI'S NAME SPEligP RI6HT 8Y ft STRANGER tiin tLZCTED A pr&mhTof Ths UHifo ffitst $zbR hq me Nbwe of John QuiNrt Adams, IT INFLPENCEPTHS DECIDING VoTfc Of STEPHEN MM REHEUfcER.WHo Hf)0 PRhVSD FOR mm GWMNC -S25"- i ponrnt. Previously he had f avored jacKson, out inenas aavisea mm that his extensive wealth would fare better under Adams. VanRensselaer took his seat In the house of representatives on the fatal day. Feb. 9, 1825, his mind still not made up. With finality he bowed his head In prayer and sought divine guidance to help him In his mo mentous decision. When he opened his eyes he saw on the floor at his feet a trampled ballot with Adams' name upon It! This he took as an Answer to his prayer and Immediately voted for member of the cabinet, becoming minister of Justice. Thus he exchang ed . posts with Paul Rpynaud, who took over the finance portfolio. Sins .lews Had I.urk GREDINO, Ocrmany, Nov. I. (AP( Julius stretcher, governor of Franconla and strongly antl-Semltlc publisher, declared today misfortune would attend Germany 85 long as a slegle Jew remains In the' country. Tug Aids Tanker LOS ANGELES, Nov. 3. iP) A sal and Worse! list Mebbe! VOO U'ASJT Me "TO "TELL. SOU MO"3 ABCOT MV LOVB ACT K.i5:a WELUE AMD SVVEET AVJD PUQTV AJD AS-LK&LLlAtSC 5ALL. WflDOW stamp dealen, 1 VfclNT6D"Hi rWoMoSlie WiTH ' iUOO P0fo SIMPS, S -v- . J ni Adams, giving him a total of states to Jackson's seven and W. Crawford's four. What's the Name? Although his last name contains but four letters, Hans Ohrt, ex natlonal amateur cycling champ, says that no stranger has yet been able to spell his name correctly. Variously called OH art, Aught, Orth. Ott, etc.. Ohrt has a standing offer of II. 00 for any clerk In a strange store who gets his name right. Tomorrow Hero's Isln nd ! vage tug was due alongside the Union OH tanker La Placenta, ashore off the Philippine coast, today to aid in free ing the ship, the company announc ed here. The tanker went ashore dur ing a storm last Sunday. Brit Mi Ship limnbed ( BARCELONA. Nov. 3. ( AP) The j 2.646-ton British freighter Gothic j was struck by a bomb today In an i insurgent air raid on Barcelona. The ) ship, hit several times previously In j Insurgent raids, was reported con siderably damaged. - AiC MER. 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