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PAGE FTfiTTT MEDFORD MATL TRIBUNE. MED FORD. OREGON. TUESDAY. AUGUST 20. 1940. mEtnoRij of i by Jcnnc YESTERDAY: Without tailing her family. Constancy Has to California. Then she taku a train to Fuller'! Junction end itu out for tht ranch in a hired car. Chapter Tour The Vaquero CONSTANCE, iwunf onto the road branching right. At least f he was home. She was en El Cabrillo property, free of mortgage, taxes and ail encum brances . . . save for Taylor. If the fog would lift she would be able to look up a two-mile avenue of Eucalvptus and cedar to the rambling ranch house, with the smaller servants' quar ters clustering nearby. But the fog didn't lift and the road seemed much too long and there were no trees visible along the road. , Mayb- Taylor ha I seen It to cut them down. Oh well, she liked fog, fog , scented with fragrant sweet grass, eucalyptus, bay and -H of the sea. As a child she h-d walked through such a mist as this, her hand aafe in her father's. They'd made a game of it. Each brush, shrub, or pile of rock was a fairy o-a gnorr... She forgot the fairies abruptly . the car struck a chuck-hole. The road was im usible. Surely Taylor could have kept it in bet ter condition. It rrew narrower, more deeply rutted, and the car labored as the incline grew steeper. A hill lumped out of the fog snd Con stance dodged. "Idiot!" she ito ed, and then, looking at her watch: I wonder if I ve taken the wrong road. I can't turn around. I" Out of the heavy mist loomed a horse and rider. For a moment Constance thought they were go ing to lope straight Into her car. She turned on the headlights and the horse stood up and waved its forefeet at her. She blinked the lights and he presented a waving tail and saluted the hill with his feet At least this gave her a glimpse at the rider: a man who sat the saddle like a centaur. Constance breathed deeply with pleasure. "A t'aquero." she mur mured. "A real Cabrillo cowboy." The horse turned again to the lights, snorting his displeasure, and above his snort the vaquero roared, "Turn those damned lights off!" Constance complied. She also turned off the motor and watched the horse come back to earth, the man still in the saddle. "There is a sign at the high way." offered the rider icily, as the horse minced daintily around to the side of the car, which states this is a private road." Constance pushed the curtain aside and leaned out. "ImaRine anyone wanting ti keep this road private." she said. "I" The vaquero stared at her In astonishment "Seftorita, I . . . ( beg the pardon." In one awift, graceful move ment he had dismounted, swept a sombrero from his head and ted his mount to the car. Constance blinked rapidly. It must be the fog. No man could look like this one. no modern msn. He was a copy of the old prints her father had shown her, one of the tall, dark Basques who had come to the new country with the first Don Cabrillo. He was tall; tall and dark ef skin, an amber darkness of layers cf sunburned skin. And where but In Spain could one find such smouldering black yes, such long. Jetty lashes. And there was a wave in his hair, a slight one. probablv Incorrigible, for it looked as though every thing but honey had been used to fatten it. There was nothing Incorrigible about his moustache. It was small and very thin and very black. That was probablv what made his smile seem so dazzling. Golden Land "VOU are lost, Sefiorita?" The magic of the Senorita completed Constance's capitula tion. She was hr le. She was a Cabrillo, one of the old Cabrillos who had ruled thousands of acres, thousands of cattle; and dozens of vaqueros like this one. But would a Castilian Cabrillo have been as stirred by a cowboy as she was stirred? Could this ex citing pulse-sccelerating response be a strain of the shanty-Irish cropping out? "Perhapa I am lost." she con ceded. "I thought I was on El Csmtno Real "But no!" countered the man. "El Camino Real is many miles beyond this road. It would not be wise to try to find it. Fog is bad, and fog and twilight is what we. in this country, call the Devil's brew." "Then what shall I do?" begged Constance, lucking hopelessly at the dim landscape. "If you will follow this road a few miles, you will come to a Ca brillo out-rider's post. Maria can put you up for the night and to morrow I will guide you to the home ranch." After one backward glance. Constance decided this was the onlv solution. He said he would ride on ahead, and promised she would be out of the fog when she reached the summit. Then, with a quick movement he had mounted and waa away. Constance smiled as she fol E Portland, Aug. 20. (41 George Fiedler, acrving 15 years In state prison for slaying Dt'pu ty Sheriff Ernest Loll, should pot be paroled, District A'.torncyJ the moon Bowman i lowed, smiled In spite ot the motor which protested more au dibly with each steep mile. The fog ahead was a curdled sea of gray, and then it thinned to re veal a stand of . redwood, next turned a dull orange, and, as she resched the summit disappeared to let her ride out into clear, yel low light One look ahead and Constance braked the car and turned off the motor. Before her lay half of the remaining Cabrillo acres, mel lowed in the last rsys of the sun. There were the hills of tan velvet rolling away to plum-colored mountains standing in a serrated line sgainst the blue-gray sky. Sell this? Never! Yet no wonder Taylor wanted it for his own. And no wonder the vaquero looked as though he had sprung from such a golden land. He was riding down the sharp drop to where a wide adobe house squatted In the lea of the hill, dwarfed by the giint Euca lyptus trees which towered above it. He stopped his horse before the adobe, and a woman, built like the house, squeezed through the door. Constance laughed as she watched the pantomime. The woman waved a red apron excitedly. She threw it up over her head and back down. Then she raised her voice and the words came to Constance through the thin air. "Josefa ... Jo see la! Marietta! Juan! Carlos! Muy pronto!" Children came scrambling muy pronto from every direction, and Maria, after a hurried consulta tion, waved them on with her apron. One to the woodpile, one to the chicken yard, one to the little garden beyond the grove, and the girl Into the house. "Maria." murmured Constance, "Is preparing for a guest. What will she think when she learns that her guest is a Cabrillo?" Miss Michael SUDDENLY Michael Mahoney's great-granddaughter sat erect her eyes narrowed. The vaquero had wheeled away from the house to lope out to the stables where two riders had just come in from the hills. Tonight, after the evening meal, these men would ait around and talk. If they didn't know her as a Cabrillo, she could ask leading questions and learn all she need ed to know about the ranch be fore Taylor knew that she was within a thousand miles of the place. "What name shall I use?" she wondered, then nodded. They had called her a throwback. Very well, she would take her great grandfather's first name. She would be Miss Michael for one night. A swift shadow fell over the hills, and Constance shivered in the chill November evening air. She started her engine, to make a alow descent, brakes, gears and her own young muscles straining to hold the car back from its im petuous dash to the valley. As she pulled up before the adobe Maria appeared, now clothed in black, hair pulled into a neat bun, round face shining with recent soaping and broad welcome, a white apron replacing the red one. She burst into a flow of Spanish which left the descendant of the Dnna frowning in a concentrated effort to follow her words. "Welcome." concluded Maria, and Constance relaxed. Maria, it appeared, could speak English after a fashion, and also, after a fashion, could understand it. "Si." she had one extra room, but not for money, for a guest And, "Si," she could arrange such humble food as would pacify the hunger of the Senorita. Constance followed as she backed into the long main room of the house: a room which might have looked barren with its white-washed walls, hand-hewn furniture and rock fireplace, had not the rafters and windows been festooned with rows of green and scarlet peppers, yellow gourds and strings of peariv white garlic. And for the little Shrine set in an alcove off the Inner door, a small taper glowing before it Maria backed towards the Shrine, then respectfully stood aside, waiting, and Constance, reaching back in her memory, re membered a tradition of the Ca brillos. She had completed a hazard ous journey. She must give thanks for its safe termination: for the welcome of friends and for food and shelter. Obediently she knelt and when she arose found Maria, a fatu ous smile on her face, nodding to someone across the room. Constance turned and her heart tightened, then quickened its beat The roqtiero had come in. Did she imagine disappointment and vague pain in the expression m his eves, or was it the shadow of the fast falling twilight? Confusedly Maria introduced him "Senorita Micheel, thees las Pedro," she offered, then raised her voice. "Marietta! Marietta, a pocket edition of her mother, came scurrving in, and Constance, aware only of the slight bow the vaquero had given at the introduction, followed the child out of the room and down a tiny hall to the room she would occupy. "Is Pedro your uncle?" she ssVed of Marietta. Marietta gave her a startled glance, then hid her face in shocked denial. Te eentlnaeg James R. Bain of Multnomah county wrote Fred Finsley state parole and probation di rector, yesterday. Loll was fatally shot Septem ber 1935. attempting to ar rest Fielder and Ferdinand Wes ton for shooting pheasants out of season. Weston was given life sentence. Fiedler will have a Scaring hi lore the state piruie board Nov. 8. On the Radio Chains STATIONS (There te SliMl Turn mm the Olali HtX. 1160. Portland; kl. S40, am Angela! nOA. 1470 eputan KOO. lev, aaa iranrlKoi Kl.W no, rortiaod KJM. :u. aeattw: NX. IOMI. U ancrwai HO. SSO Denier: KOIN. Ml). 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Idc.I Helpl hows Ahe's the tops, he I ou didn't give him .Veantive, in the large cabage, f but i shudcer when BEN J IS! HE'S ALREADV I NO INSTRUCTIONS, J BEM WAS HEARiNS MORE ASCUT U I THINK CF THE LOAD L . I COIN1. I MAKIN' HiMSELP I D'D VOL), TIM? J NOT A "AO MANCIANCV F50M PEEAEE... - . 71 O' WORRY HE'S CARSVlN'y MB. I POP? USEPUL-IN THERE I V ONE! ) I laaiam I I I f 1 V ON HIS ShOULCERS! jTCLANCV 1 r X!0 PEEWEE- ay?S!Sl ISVX " AND THEMES LOVE HIM, I ir7nTAwORRlED? TTt-T tnv-" r- r V 1 L ben, because he's f YfKS&tZ Nottingham's Oreh.. KPO: Th!e Mov ing World. KEX: News, KOO. NAZIS' BIG GUNS OF LITTLE VALUE London, Aug. 20. HP) Brit ish military circles acknowledg ed today that at least one big German gun in France lias bom barded the English southeast coast. The possibility exists, they ad mitted, that the Germans might shell London from across the channel. But they declared such a bombardment would have "only a nuisance value". There has been only "very little shelling" of the southern coast, they said, and "no great damage." They reported the crosvehan nel bombardment possibly came from a four Inch gun. Nobility a Prisoner Edinburgh, Scotland, Aug. 20 (JP John Alexander Buller- Fullerton-tlphinstone, 26, mas ter of Elphinstone and nephew of yueen LUzabeth, was dis closed today to be a prisoner of war in Germany. By GLUYAS WILLIAMS END UP BV EATlN6,vlERV UHCOMFORf ABW IN THE CAR, E BE E Washington, Aug. 20. 'Pi Dr. Dexter M. Keezer. piesident of Reed College. Portland, was en route home by plane today after suggesting that his name be withdrawn from further con sideration for the City College of New York presidency. He asked the boar l of higher STRANGE AS IT SEEMS Mm m! "aW i.iK - K lltfr 5An. , I U WrVW NrtlMGL PSU1Lr. nr iZ KCaCivlDLHNLu CM. NV" CROWN OF THORNS M DIRT PAINTER Claiming a new note in softness of coloring. Mrs. Lura Era Purtell. California artist, "paints" with ordinary dirt, first covering her canvas with a special adhesive, she sprinkles the dirt in place with a tin spoon. She uses more than 250 different hues in her work. PASSION FLOWER This flower was named because it seemed to typify Passion, or last sufferings of Christ. The corona of the blossom was Imagined to represent the crown of thorns, other parts iha nails or wounds, while the sepals and petals were taken to symbolise tha ten apostles the two omit ted being Peter, who denied, and Judas, who betrayed. Tomorrow: Six knockouts in one nightl education, however, to complete investigation o( charges against him and "bring In a final re port." Dr. Keerer, informttl tnat the board would not meet again un til about September 16. wrote that it would be unfair to Reed college to allow his plans to remain uncertain another month. He explained he did not want to 'run sway from the rort of attack which the recommenda tion that I be president of City College has prompted." and pro posed that the board make a final report "on my leputation m mwr en m HAS CRgATfeD OVER 500 Portraits, LAHoscAP&AwnoteRtfMb ItflNfi om Z$0 PlPfERSNTHUE-J Of DIRT TAlLUGHfe For Horse? ANDP0GS-- iMitfkKso ov nftfy piU.T,PlCKlNS0H,t of which it has been forced to make such conspicuous custody". Mine Pays Dividend Yakima, Aug. 19. P) Dir ectors of the Sunshine Mining company here today declared a regular quarterly dividend of 40 cents per share, a total pay ment of $593,528 going to soma 9.000 stockholders. This makes the total Sunshine dividends, in cluding today's. $19,771,544. All directors attended the meeting. Closing time for Too Lata te Clae airy Ada le t 30 p. m. by JOHN HIX tWIftNICAU6fNW6H- 10 JNVENWKlbUGt A4 PATTERN? foR , FLYIN6 MACHINES Wrl COMMON EARTH $ OJRA VA PUR4EL.I, TM'n Peaks. Caftf By HAL FORREST By SOL HES3
