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
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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-
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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
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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 '
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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.
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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
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French Ministers
Swap Portfolios
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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.
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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.
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but four letters, Hans Ohrt, ex
natlonal amateur cycling champ, says
that no stranger has yet been able
to spell his name correctly.
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offer of II. 00 for any clerk In a
strange store who gets his name
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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.
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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.
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