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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.
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MHO. Itw. taa tnarwo; ki.W
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Denver; ItOIN. 4l. Portland.
HOMO 0?l Sr.! lie; It HO. 6311 HI
Inmrl-rn; KM.. HS'l. nlt lake.
1 11:00 Nottingham's Orrh.,
This Moving World, KOO,
KPO;
KEX;
Busses Orrh. KSU KOIN; News,
KOO, ROW, KNX.
Thursday.
S:00 Atnsjtn' and Swlnsln'. KOO.
KJB. KEX: Mualc Hall. KPO; Major
Bowee, KNX. KOIN, KHU
5:30 Concert In Miniature, KOO,
KEX, KJR.
:00 Miller's Orrh., KVX. KOIN.
KHU Croabjs Orch.. KPO, KOW:
News. KOO. KEX.
6:30 News ot the War. KNX, KHU,
KOIN; Easy Ares. KOO. K"!X. KJH;
Orant Prk Concert, KPO. KOW.
7:00 PTed Waring. KPO. KOW:
Amos and Andy. KNX. KBL-, KOIN;
Our America. KOO, KJR.
1:30 Canadian Holiday. KOO.
KEX. KJR: Ask-It-BMket, KNX. KfiL.
KOIN: Lewis' Orch., KPO. KOW.
8:00 Strange is It Seems, KNX.
KSU KOIN: Aldrlch rmlljr. KPO.
KOW; Sports. KOO
SO Symphony Hour, KPO. KOW;
Answer Auction. KNX, KOIN; Base
ball Oame, KEX.
00 Paul Sullivan, KSU, KNX.
KOIN.
30 Dress Rehearsal. KPO. KOW
10 :0O Reporter. KPO. KOW; Cros
bys Orch.. KNX.
10:30 Safety Klrst. KPO: Harpa'a
Orch.. KOW; KIiik's Orrh.. KSL.
KOIN; Richards Orch., KEX.
Friday
I 00 Kogen's Orrh . KJR. KEX:
Walts Time. KPO, KOW; tkmgt, KNX.
KOIN.
30 Concert. KOO. KJR. KEX;
Drama, KNX. KSL. KOIN.
:00 Public- Attalrs. KNX. KsL,
KOIN: Variety Show, KPO. KOW,
Mews. KEX.
. 30 Qulr Kids, KPO. KOW: AI
Prarce. KNX. KSL. KOIN: Ink Spot..
KOO, KJR.
7:00 rred Waring. KPO. KOW;
Amos and Andy, KNX KHL. KOIN;
Mi-sonrrs C ch., KJR. KEX
7 30 Johnny PreaenU, KNX. KOIN.
KSL: Dance Orch., KUO. KEX; Orch..
KPO. KOW.
8:00 Treasure Island Varieties.
KPO, Sports, KOO; Lyman's Orch.,
KJR.
8 30 Gully's Orch. KOO: Death
Valley Dnya. KPO. KOW; Oarbers
Orrh.. KSL: Baseball Oame, KEX.
:00 Gordon's Orch., KPO. KOW;
Oordon'a Orch.. KOO: Paul Sullivan.
KNX. KSL. KOIN.
:30 In the Old Days. KPO: Klrw'i
Orch . KOIN: Music by Woodbury.
KOMO.
10 00 Reporter. KPO. KOW; Dllch
In's Orch.. KOO; Corsby'a Orch..
KNX.
10:30 Richard' Orch., KOO, KEX:
Owens' Orch.. KPO. KOW; Career's
Orch.. KHL. KOIN.
II 00 Nottingham's Orch.. KPO;
Buaae'a Orch.. KSL, KOIN; This Mov.
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
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SUBMARINE INSPIRATION
Jules Verne amased the world, last century, with vivid forasasts of the airplane, submarine,
and many other modern innovations. So impressed was Simon Lake, 10-year-old New Jersey
lad. that he set about building a wooden submarine for himself. The result was his famous
"Argonaut, Jr., lorcrunner of lnljr Lake submarines whose even-keel principle has been adopted
by practically all modern submersibles.
Tomorrow: Football Follies.
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T:ilartNED TO BlOW HIS CllPPtt SHIOUI OtTHfc SA
UNUSS HI SUHK6MD6RS, TOMMY DEFERRED COMPLYING
TO THfc OMINOUS COMMAND. .AS ME HEARD A Ol R4.
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