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Newspaper Page TextPAGE TWELVE MEDFORD MATT- TRIBUNE. MED FORD. OREGON'. THURSDAY, AUGUST 22. 1940. niEmoRij of the moon by! nnc Bo WIMOi .Sl LHOA)t. Conjunct Jeela she ur in another world, (ndrr tAe dark eyra of Pedro her eon cms trlth. ranch eairt u mo mentarily forpotten. 5h is inter ested in the handsome raguero end angry at herself for her interest. Chapter Six Royal Reception SOMEONE u whistling frag ments of the song Little Jo sefa had sung under her window. Constance pieced them together and humming the melody crept into bed to lie thinking of Pedro; to wish, for a little while, she was not a Cabrillo and could walk in enchanted moonlight with a ra guero. Ho puzzled her. But she must remember she was merely a Miss Michael who drove a dilapidated car. In the morning she would put him in his place. He'd take her to the ranch and there she would admit her identity and watch bis surprise. "Pedro," announced Maria, as she served breakfast, "is gone to El Cabrillo, last night He say Cardoze, he is take you Cardoze, she added, "he do not speak the Eengleesh." Constance sipped the thick black coffee, her eyes narrowing. So Cardoze spoke no English. And Constance spoke no Spanish a Spaniard could understand. Could it be that there was an unwritten law against strangers obtaining information about El Cabrillo Rancho? And whv rltd Pdrrt rlH trt the home ranch at night, when he had warned her the road was danger ous? She nut this Question to Maria "Dangerous by the automobile," Maria explained, "but the horse he run by sense. Pedro take the back trail." Maria contributed other Items of interest. "You go visit Senor Taylnr7 He is broke in the leg. in , bed he Is with pulleys. Most time he swear like " And Maria rolled her eyes. "Meg, she is the housekeep. She say she is in the knees still from praying to keep thees black Irishman out from purgatory." Constance laughed. "How did he Drealc nis leg? Maria threw uo her hands and giggled. "All his life he is one tough nomore. He break the out laws. He ride everytheeng and he win, 'til one month ago he ride one bar of soap on the bathroom floor and she throw him." Constance laughed with Maria. She felt no sympathy for the tough old hombre. And if he were tied to his bed with pulleys, she could talk to her heart's content. Her departure from the outpost was as noisily hearty as her wel come. The children and as many dogs followed the car toward the bill with lusty sounds. Cardoze, a desiccated old sneel men, his face almost hidden by an enormous hat, clung to the side of Min's Tim's car as it took the tint hair or the hill with a roar, then abruptly changed its mind and started backwards. "Sit tight, grandpa." advised Constance, wrestling with brakes, accelerator and wheel. "We'll make it." "Medr de Dlos," whispered Cardoze, as they came out on the summit right side up, and Con stance echoed his prayer of re lief. And then she sighed with hap piness. The sun lay warm on tne nills. The fog had broken into wisps, scattering out far beyond where the ocean lay blue and sparkling. Far to the north she could see the deep Indenture of a bay and the smoke of the city arising, and she prodded Cardoze with her boarding school Spani.-h until he advised her it was "Beachport." And to think she had stopped at Fuller's Junction, but she couldn't be too disgusted, for the road which had seemed dangerous the previous night was a curving brown path of beauty, striped with shadows of redwoods. A creek accomnanied th muA down the full, pausing at pools! (i hr k,-l, n . t 1 i deep, lifting white faces and pa tient eyes to the rattling car. Musical Comedy '"THEY don't look sad," Con s' etnnce thought, resentfully, "they look sleek and contented . . .who wouldn't be on a ranch like this?" Reaching the highway, Con stance saw warning signs: "Cat tle guards three hundred feet nhead," and discovered the slatted bridges were the guards. I And then she reached El Ca-' mino Real which she had passed the evening before, an hour be-! fore she turned off on the wrong! road. It was as she remembered: I a long avenue lined with Euca lyptus and cedar; a smooth avenue raked clean of leaves which were' piled in heaps, brown-skinned : men standing guard over the fire smouldering and curling in thin smoke. "Buenos dins, each one greeted, with a wide display of teeth. "Good morning to you," Con stance sang out happily in return. Before her now was the ranch proper. It was real. It wasn't some childish dream. The great weeping willows threw yellowing1 arms over the wings of the house, silhouetting the white walls with fantastic patterns. Hlaing ger-1 antums bliMtmcd in every grilled 1 window and along the balcony, j As the car pulled up before the' main entrance, the two widf doors were thrown open and an old man stepped out. Constance locked and looked again. She had stepped into a musical comedy, for behind this quaint figure in knee breeches and embroidered velvet bolero, were a score of others in costume. Out of the car she stopped be fore them. "Good-morning," she offered. "I am Constance Ca brillo." Sudden tears came to her eyes. These foolish people were kneel ing before her and their dark eyes were lifted to hers in some strange message, "Please." she begged, embar rassed. "Now 'ell me which is Juliano?" "Senorita," the old man stepped forward, "you remembered? ' They gathered about Constance as Juliano recalled them to her memory with little things she only half remembered. "Dolores, of the night of bad dreams." Dolores giggled, and Constance with her. That was the night fol lowing a fiesta when she had not only eaten too much, abut had stolen a ride on her father's horse and been thrown. Dolores had tried to quiet th nightmares that followed. "And Fransica, who makes of sheila the toys?" "I still have them," Constance told the little brown man. "They're in a glass case In my room. The little mussel man and woman; the birds and butterflies of clam shells and the tiny vil lage in the abalone shell." There were murmurs of awe, then a rushing babble of Spanish and she waa moved towards the house. Dolores took her to her room; the very room she had occupied as a child. Not a thing had changed. The walls were freshly white, the drapes of damask as rich and brightly blue as though no years had passed. There was fresh fruit in a carved bowl by her bedside; flowers in pottery vases on painted tables. "I could almost believe you were expecting me," Constance said to Dolores who giggled again. "Now ask Juliano if Mr. Taylor will see me at once." Mr. Taylor could be seen, but . . . and Juliano shrugged his shoulders expressively. P. T. Taylor THE manager's house was on the hill above the ranch house. One could go by the road, or cut through the lower grounds. Con stance preferred the short cut. It took her through the patio, a sheltered place with jars of blooming flowers and a center fountain of covered tile around which were grouped deep basket chairs. Again Constance felt the place had an air of expectancy, and wondered if these servants so longed for the return of the Ca brillos that they kept It ever ready. A grilled gate opened of? the patio and here, through a cavern of willow boughs, she crossed to the lower stables where the mounts of the household had once been kept, and around these to a footpath which led upwards. Everywhere was evidence of care. She remarked this to Juli ano. "SI. excellenta. Scfiorita Cnn- chita," he assured her gravely. Thees Taylors thev are the best we have had at Cabrillo. It is of unfortunate Americano efficiency they should wish to change." Constance pondered over this a moment, then forgot as she saw the manager's house ahead, a miniature El Cabrillo, one end of the patio glassed to give a view of the sea. visible above the trees which sheltered the main house below. A stout woman appeared Meg, the housekeeper to eye Con stance with belligerent suspicion. Constance smiled at her with Michael Mahoney's eyes as Juli ano, who hadn't once donned his hat, put it on the better to sweep it from his head and bow low over it as he announced: "The Senorita Conchita Cabrillo." "Humph," grunted the woman, but her grimness had relaxed. "Come in, pet, he's wailin' for yez and a worse temper man never had. It's knitting, that leg of his, and pricking him for ivery sin he's ever committed, so he's in bad pain." They walked across the patio to a room, and surprisingly Meg leaned down to whisper: "Talk right up to him." then threw open the door and with a fine imitation of Juliano announced in her rich brogue: "Senorita Conchita Ca brillo." It was too much for Constsnee. She went In to P. T. Taylor, laughing. She couldn't even de spise the man as she'd planned. Resides, he was a pathetic figure, a great hulk of a man with one swathed leg swinging in the air, a great shock of while hair on a pillow, and a pair of rebellious gray eyes. "Sorry I can't get up." he apolo. glred. "Doc put on a bulklngging contest and hog-tied me to that confounded derrick." Constance sat down beside him, aware of his keen scrutiny, "So you're one of the Cahrillos." "One of the seeds." screed Con stance, and explained. "A va quero. last night, assured me we'd g'ine to seed." "Pedro, probshlv," rumbled Tavlor. "I'll ta;)! t0 that young sprig" "We do rattle around." admitted Constance, "so dnn'l blame him. Besides, 1 intend to put him in his plaee." "Ye'll he the farst one," sput trred Meg. Taylor changed the subject abruptly. "Suppose you caae out to l,H'k us ever ard learn how !,- get more money out of us? Weil, you can't''' Te at centineea "" Idaho Co-ops Grow Moscow, Ida. U R Nearly nc third of the farm products of Idaho are handled through cooperatives, C. O. Youngstrom. University of Idaho extension economist, disclosed in a sur vey conducted with cooperation of the farm credit administration. Chagrined Guernsey, Channel I.-lnnds 'UP' Douglas Fawcett. 74 car old author and qualified pilot has a grjuch on the R.A F. lie offered himself and his private 'plane on the outbreak of thr war to the country. The It A F accepted nis plane w all thanks but nut its pilot. On the Radio Chains TA1IONS There te rtod Ihm the Dial: ktX. IISU. Portland; , 4. uue Angela; BUV 141 apufcmi MHO. Itw. taa tnarwo; ki.W !;. Pari land al-IK. ".. urallM-: KNX. luMI. anselMI Ml SJO Denver; ItOIN. 4l. 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Irur World. KEX; News. KOW. KOW. ACTRESS CERTAIN SHE IS MARRIED New York, Aug. 22. OF) Film Actress Lillian Bond mar ried her second husband. Broker Sydney A. Smith twice. Just to make sure everything was legal. she disclosed today in supreme coutt in filing suit to compel him to pay premiums on a $50,- 000 life insurance policy naming her irrevocable beneficiary. Smith, former husband of act ress Florence Rice, countered that a separation agreement under which he was to continue paying on the policy was invalid since Miss Bond never was le gally divorced from her first husband, Harry A. Schulman. Fortune Hunters Foresee New Buried War Treasure AP Feature Service Son Francisco New legends of buried treasure, to stir the Imagination of adventurers for centuries to come, may be in the making during the present war. History shows that when na-- Admits Shoes Pinch Butte, Mont. U.Rl City Clerk Beryl Wilson believes he has been asked, to do an unusual task. He has received a letter from a woman asking him to find a purchaser for several pairs of shoes that are too small for her, so that she can buy some larger ones. Closing time or Too Late to Clas sify Ads la 1:30 p. m. THE WORLD AT ITS WORST By GLUYAS WILLIAMS ATTER CRAWLING AL0N6 AT A 6NA)L'5 PACE FOR MILES AND MILES BECAUSE OF AN OMINOUS F16URE ON A MOTORCYCLE SOME DISTANCE BACK, WHOM VOU ASSUME TO BE THE STATE POLICE, VOU DRAW UP AND WATCH AN ORDlNAW MOTORCYCLIST WrTri ENS1NE TROUBLE CHU6 PAST fPl-mrt T P-'l S.nfllrfl'- tUlUlAMS tions are invaded, an immense amount of gold, silver and jew elry goes into hiding. Even en tire national treasuries have disappeared. Some of them such as the hoards of Darius Co domannus the Persian and Oam Paul Kruger the Boer still are objects of search. What is happening in Europe today is shown by the story of how the fugitive Norwegian government hid its gold in the mountains, then smuggled $13, 000.000 of it to the seacoast on children's sleds, and shipped it to the United States. Individuals, too, doubtless have taken desperate measures to save their tangible wealth and you can be sure they didn't put it in the local banks. At least one Californian. who has had several flings at the buried treasure market, is so sure of all this that hi's just waiting for the first man to rhow up with a buried treasure map from Europe. Hem Product Toledo. O. (U P.; Toledo Zo oolgiral park's most recent ac quisition was captured in the city of Toledo ite!f. William Campbell and Wallace Streib caught and delivered to the zoo an opossum which they found wandering in Courthouse park. STRANGE AS IT SEEMS by JOHN MX A CCNTRAcT-- mir:!?lUriTrlE 4ALE OF A 3ARr6E. iWgClFlEPTriAT 2 BROWN 6EAR4 Hl8(?HAllM$ V IN A WASH RACK WERE NOT -PlkhrA, fate-, mo. 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