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PAGE KTX MEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE. MTDFORD, OREGON, MONDAY. AUGUST 19, 1940. mEmoRy of the moon MMMby Jeanne Bowman hmmm Y tSTEKDAY: Taylor, the manager of El Cabrillo Rancho, ha$ offered 150.000 for the ranch. Cotutenee Cabriilo't family is eager to sell but the knmve the money trill soon raniih. She d cidn to so to California and in reifipate. Chapter Three fuller' Junction pONSTANCE Cabrillo itopptd twice enroute to the airport, once to telephone and learn that the plane waj leaving at aeven and to make a reservation on it, the aecond time at her office where ahe spent a preciou half-hour closeted with the head of the realty firm. That man wiped nil brow aj the whisked away. "I hope she never trlea to sell me the Empire State Building." he wheezed to nil aecretary. "I'd buy it." "Shall I lie to the family for you?" asked the aecretary ym palhetically. "If you will," he replied, weari ly, and listened to the young wo man inform the Cabrillo that he had aent Miss Constance on an important mission; that he did not give out information on prospec tive purchases of out-of-town ter- "No." she admitted, "but I had hoped to hire a cab which would take me to El Cabrillo Rancho." "El Cabrillo," mused the man. "Oh, you mean Taylor's ranch." Constance immediately hated Taylor. So the countryside already thought of her home as belonging to the manager, did they? "Well, now," the station master continued. "Can't say as there's a cab within a hundred miles, but . . . Sam) he called, and one of the loafers separated himself from a milk can. Is Min rentin' out Tim's car these days?" "Shore is," drawled Sam. "Two bits an hour, lest you like a fiat rate, and promise of pay for re pairs. Min ain't aimin to pay no more on that bus. It like to took all Tim's insurance to fix it so it'd run agin, after Tim killed himself in it." Constance swallowed, but it was Min's Tim's car or the next train back, and where would ahe wait for the train? There wasn't a ho tel in sight. She could see the en tire town from where she stood, and only a barbershop and post- office, a general store and under taking parlor and a garage were visible. Sam offered to take her to Min and grew loquacious on the way. Bet youre a-goin out to set Peter, he offered. "He ahore hai a way with girls. Been back froir. college go in on six years, but . A 'ii W V T i . ajifc. There was a sudden lifting of the fog. rltory, consequently he could not tell them where she was; that she kept an overnight baa; at the V1111C, pamcu lur aucn inpa. Constance garaged her car, sig naled a cab and drove to the air port, smiling a little at the thought of a Cabrillo taking a trans-continentnl trip with no more luggage than she carried. She thought of the Cabrilloa for the next sixteen hours while the big ship roared through the sky: under stars, under sunshine, cross plaina misty with the first fall rains, over mountains blaz ing white with their new mantles of snow. As the ship circled In over San Francisco Bay, she thought of John with a guilty start, and won. dered how long he had waited for her. She felt as lost and alnne as the plane looked in that sea of fog, and later, breakfasting at the air port, wondered if she had done wrong; if it hadn't been the Ca brillo in her that had caused her to throw her hard-earned com mission away on this trip when she might have paid bills with it By noon, boarding a local train which, would steam its way to the town nearest the ranch, she was trying to comfort herself with the thought that her father wouldn't have left that provision in the will if he hadn't expected her to act as she was acting. And then she relaxed. Outside the window were tawny hills growing purple in the distance; pale golden valleys dotted with grazing herds; fruit orchards, crooked limbs holding tattered yellow leaves. Then came the redwoods. The train plunged into a dusky cavern of them, seemed to nose a stream half-hidden in a thicket of young bay trees, and finding the bank, proceeded along it at an Insolent pare. Hours passed and Constance dored to sit up, alert, at the brakesman's call of "Culler's Junction:" 'Taylor's Ranch' THE train was In a clearing , now, the hills falling away to give the river clearance to the sea. and when it stopped, Con stance looked out from the vesti bule to find fog rolling in, In vast, wet billows which settled down, crushing the few buildings of the Junction into nonenity. She felt her spirit crushed with the foreboding outlook, and when the train pulled out she felt it was her last link with civilization. "Expectin' to be met?" Constance wheeled to find a few loafers eying hrr with curiosity, a station master standing Just be hind her awaiting an answer to hi question. some of them there coeds ain't given up yet." "Tell me about the ear," In sisted Constance, as there was no Peter in her plans. "Will It run?" "Runs like Min's tongue," Sam assured her. "Folks is sayin' her tongue, run both the car and Tim straight off the cliff. 'Course the coroner he said Tim was carryin' a pretty big load under his vest, but then Tim's Min would a drive a piebald mule to drink." Curtain Of Fog fIN'S tongue drove Constance xi to the highway with the run ning fire of impertinent question. Having obtained a fifty-dollar de posit, ahe sought to obtain the rea son for a classy young lady, goin' out to Taylor's ranch, iffen she wasn't after a man." Well, she concluded, above the roar of the motor, "good luck. You'll need it Prettier eirls you have tried to rope him." Constance had driven five miles before the buzz of Min's voice raded from her memory. For such a sparsely settled country the road was In good condition. It wound through the coast hills skirting a stream, then abruptly shot over a hill to come down in a world of blank fog. Here Constance found the road Joined a misty coast highway, and thought, sympathetically, that here was where Min's Tim had found release from that eternal chatter. She looked down through the gray vapor as she drove, to see a jagged short line far below, snag toothed rocks sticking their ugly fangs upwards, swirling foam of an angry aea washing their base. She shivered and drew back. Fog swept across the highway in curtains, lifted for a few yards, then settled again. How was she going to see the signs they had told her to watch for' El Cabrillo Rancho ran from the low-tide line to the crest of the second inland range. Permission was given the State highway to traverse the coast line, but it'waa posted at intervals and passed through a succession of fenced areas and over cattle guard. The car rattled over four bridges of what appeared to be dove-tailed slats set parallel with the road, then, at a sudden lifting of the fog, she uttered a cry of triumph. A white sign faced her with the familiar words: EL CABRILLO RANCHO Private Property Permission to pass over thij road revokable at any time, P. T. Taylor, Manager. Viu; Te be tmUiiiti MIDSUMMER SANTA Watcrbury, Conn., Aug. 19. Pl A mid-summer Santa Clans has givrn away more than 1100,000 In Watcrbury during the past week and nobody knows who he Is, but almost everybody wants to find out. - The city' two hospitals each got gifts of $23,000 from the donor who has Uikcn elaborate pains to conceal his identity, three churches got $10,000 apiece, the Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts each $3,000 and a num ber of other charitable organiza tion were given $2,300 cr $3.- 000. A newspaper's poll revealed that the known donations total ed well over $100,000. In most cases the gifts have been made by a treasurer check issued at a Watcrbury bank and delivered to the recip ient by the bank president. llutlng unit tor Vuo LtH to C'laa ii; Aa is 1 .90 p m. On the Radio Chains ST MOM run ta il Tnm mm the otan etV line, furtiaadi kl. . uoe tjasekMi SUA, 141. potant SUB. tlw. rranrlire; kl.w 12. fortune: (WW. ;. aeallle; H Ml. loan. Lot angriest KIM. fxnwri KOIN. Mu. Pnrtlan: HOMO rot Kealtkr; kro. s. as a I Clancy. XOO. sUR. KKX. 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KOW. :30 Scotra Orch, KOW; Treas ure Cheat. KPO. 10:00 Reporter. KPO. KOW; Duch In't Orch, KOMO; Crotby'a Orcb, KKX. KSL. 10:30 Van't Orch, KEX; Richard' Radio Highlights Programs tonight: Europe, WEAD-NBC, 3:13; CBS, 4:53, 6:30 east; WJZ-NBC 6; MBS 6. U. S. army war games, NBC 8, summary of maneuver. Policies: WAOC-CBS 4, (west repeat 9:13), Democratic chair man, Edward J. Flynn in "Ad dress to Democratic Workers;" WJZ-NBC, 5:30, Sec. Harold L. Icke replying to Willkie accept ance speech, WJZ-NBC, 3:45. Rep. J. Ran dolph on "Aviation Progress;" 4:30, Pearson & Allen, Pertinax Guest; 5 Basin St. Swing, new time; 8:15 broadcast from Fehne stoclc expedition to South seas. Impersonator Held Seattle, Aug. 19. P) Ar rested under a secret indictment of a Tacoma federal grand jury, Frederick Johnson, 28, was re turned here today from Kansai City and lodged in the King county jail. The charge involved alleged impersonation of a fed eral officer. SUBURBAN HEIGHTS By GLUYAS WILLIAMS NATIONAL GUARD WITH 6 DEATHS Yelm, .Wash., Aug. 19. (IP) The "war" is over but national guardsmen from the western states are still drilling today in two great training areas, - one near Chehalis and the other at Camp Murray. The citizen soldier, their thought on their probable mo bilization thi fall, have started the final period of their three weeks' encampment The Pacific northwest' big gest war game, participated in by 41.000 regular and National Guard troops ended Saturday, with each tide a moral victor. The troop returned to their camp yesterday after the war game umpires declared both "red" and "blue" armies had accomplished the purpose for which they went into the field. The "reds" delayed the "blue" advance, but the "blues" had completed their assigned job of taking over disputed territory. ' Six fatalities were luted dur ing the extensive maneuvers. One officer died of a heart at tack, four soldiers were killed in traffic accident and one civil ian' death wa blamed on the army maneuvers. Thurston county Coroner John S. Lynch called an inquest for tomorrow into the death of C. L. Clark, a railroad brakeman, who was hurled from the top of a train by a wire strung across the track.- Lynch termed the stringing of the wire "sheer stupidity." Closing tune for Too Late to Clas sify Adt Is 1 :30 p. m. STRANGE AS IT SEEMS by JOHN MX W- German asftvnomen KAwlHP WORLDS FIRST rvfeVW PflRoNOMERf & NSW C0Mciv 3BnlSi) 4lhlNL9 STEEL C0tN$- ar6 u4ep in imy ( According to IwiM FauZ-EYEDFfH--i itio of Trie MARKJN6S v HUfcriS fred perlev happened along just in "Time when the plumer children next poor discovered thm hie new 6arden umbrella would 6erve" much better than "their regular. ARCHERV TAR6ET l. rStMf-d y TTia fUll Sltr-natue tut , 8-20 TA1LSPIN TOMMY Th Baron Isn't Bluffing! 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