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PAGE TWELVE MEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE. MED FORD. OREGON. FRIDAY. AUGUST 23, 1940. mEmoRi of the . moon M by Jnne Bowman 1 YESTKRDA1 tints Of the rancho flltv . stance a rovai reerpttoa. T'.i Constance calls on Taylor, the ranch man oer. trho is laid up tcilh broken tea. Chapter Seven Young Taylor pONSTANCE smiled at him "how you do jump to conclu sion. I really came to And out why. you were ottering to much for the ranch?" Th Taylor nearly bounced up. "It'a worth every cent of that "Not as a ranch for livestock," countered his guest nonchalantly. "Your grating ground it only half of what it used to be. Another Generation and it will be timber ind. Right now it'i in between." Taylor stared it Constance un til his gray eyes seemed ready to pop out of his head. "You're no Caorillo," he pronounced. "You're . . . now who the devil do you re mind me of ... I have it ... the old Mickl" "Don't rub it in," begged Con stance wearily. "Rub it in, crirlf Say, that's a compliment. If some of that family of yours had taken after him in more than looks and a smooth way of talking, this place wouldn't have been in the condi tion I found it. Say. now . . . you don't happen to be a throwback. Is that why you're holding out when the rest o. your family want to sell?" Constance smiled with her lips, but her eyes were well shaded with lashes. "Now why would Mickey Mahoney hold out?" she aisparagea. Taylor lay back on the pillows. "No you don't," he objected. "It'll take a man with two good legs to stand up to you. I thin' you d better see my son. I can t talk un less I can pound on something and there's no resistance in this damned mattress. "Meg. Where's the bov?" "Like as not he's ridden into town, bein's that's the only place out of range of your voice, you earryin' on like a lion with a sick paw. Might be, though, that he's out looKin atter mat dairy herd. "Well, get him!" roared Taylor, "My Lord, woman, don't stand there talkingl Send someone after turn, get after him yourself "Come on. Miss." breathed Meg resignedly "He's like one of thim geysers in Yellowstone. He's got to let off steam every half hour. It's gettin' to that time, and the words he'll say won't be fit for human consumption." Constance went out laughing, but her eyes were still narrowed. Her chance shot had gone home. She had noticed the growth of young timber where nerds had once grazed. And P. T. Taylor had started to rise to her bait, then given himself away by saying he wouldn't. If they weren't planning on keeping this a cattle ranch, what were tnev planning to do? Shed better talk to Taylor's boy alone. "Meg," she tucked a hand Into the warm curve of the woman's arm, "why couldn't I ride up to find Mr. Taylor's son. I want to ride out to my father's grave later." Meg eyed her suspiclusly. "Well now, maybe. Only, pet, he don't like pretty girls. Constance nodded. She'd met a few young men like that She could handle them more easily than the other kind. "Find me something to wear," she coaxed. Meg's eyes were suddenly mer ry. "Juliano." she called, "bring a horse fur Miss Conchita, and a boy for a guide." A few moments later Constance eyed herself in Meg's mirror and shook with laughter. A white shirtwaist of Meg's was rolled up about her elbows. Blue overalls, brought from the ranch house, were rolled up at the cuffs. A red 'kerchief was knotted about her throat, but the crowning glory was Meg's garden hat, a man's straw which settled down over Constance's ears until she looked as though she were in hiding. 'A Way With Girls' AT least the horse was beauti ful, a shining chestnut mare with restless head, glancing re sentfully back at the ornate Mexi can saddle. It was such a contrast to the flat English Dads she had ridden In parks, Constance felt that she was in an armchair. The guide, a boy riding a pinto, led her away to a mountain trail, and she looked about her and found the world glorious. She wait riding on a Cabrillo horse, on a Labnllo trail, looking at Ca brillo hiils and trees and tiny streams. They came out on a round knoll where a lone horseman sat star. ing at a herd of strange-looking cows. He straightened and the sun seemed to burst into a million golden sparks and shower them about Constance. The man was Pedro. "Buenos diaa," she called, and spurred her horse ahead. Pedro, who was watching her approach with little interest, sud denly leaned forward, and then he began to laugh and Constance felt her checks grow red with anger. After all, a vao,urro did not tajgh at a Cabrillo, though that Cabrillo had laughed at herself. and even though that vaquero had rid himself of his showman's clothes and wore now the plain white shirt, blue jeans, and gray felt hat of the average stockman. "What is so amusing?" Con stance demanded. Pedro sobered. "One doesn't post in a Mexican saddle. Miss Michael." "Miss Cabrillo to you. Pedro," she snapped. "Mr Taylor to you, Seflorita r u:. : 1 1 m 1 . . Constance grasped the saddle ! horn to steady herselr. Young Taylor. Oh, why hadn't she paid more attention to Sam and to Mini Why hadn't it oc curred to her that they were speaking of the manager's son? And what had they said? Sam had said: "He shore has a way with girls," and that he'd been back from college several years but "them coeds ain't given up yet." And Min had wished her good luck! Constance writhed with humili ation, and then with indignation as she realized Taylor was not surprised to learn her identity. "You knew last night," she ac cused heatedly. "Why did you pose as a vaquero and call your self Pedro? And why pretend you didn't know my Identity? And how did you know?" "One at a time, please." begged Taylor. "But first take off that hat . . there, that's better." "I am taking it off," announced Constance loftily, "because it hurts my ears." "All right," Taylor smiled at her. "First, I didn't pose as a va quero. I am one. Of course I help manage the ranch while Dads laid up . . . by the way," he broke on in mock apprehension, did you meet my father?" 'Afraldr CONSTANCE was forced to laugh. "I did. Go on." "All right. I am a cowboy, and you with your Spanish ancestry should know Pedro is Peter in Spanish. My name Is Peter. "As to your identity. I assumed you had reasons for calline vour- self Miss Michael, so I accepted your Michael identity . . . and treated you accordingly." Constance thoueht of their part ing scene the previous night and flushed. "But how did you recog nize me as a laDruio? I don I look like one." Taylor looked thoughtfully for a moment, then brightened. "You were angry when the Station Master at the junction called this the Taylor ranch. Then Sam no- ticed your bags were nitialed C.C.C. And then Tim's Min began to worry about the car. She'd nearly lost it when it went over the cliff with Tim in it, so she telephoned Meg to be on the look out . . . not for you . . . but for the car. "Juliano went down to the highway and you tried to run over him as he attempted to flag you down. He sent a rider aftet me and I posted men along every road. You waited until vou reached the last one before turn ing east and I haDDened to have posted myself " But you acted surprised to see ... to see a woman driving that car," protested Constance. "I was surprised ... to see vou, countered Taylor, gravelv. and started riding. Constance's mare trotting obediently along with his horse. But that still doesn't exnlaln how you knew who " .My dear young lady, when I a ,nl tn -t. k.. , ... sidrreel the most abruptly argu mentative word in the English language." "Oh, flashed Constance, "so you studied English, too. I under stood that you majored in coeds." Taylor's horse sprang forward and Constance, catching a glimpse of his master's face, found it set and angry. That dart, she de cided triumphantly, had gone home. Your father sent me out hers to discuss business with you," she offered, riding up. "I want to Know wny you want to buy this ranch?" "It is possible we Tavlors like the place," he answered impersonally. .No one Is asking you to dislike it," argued Constance. "You are living here. You have a contract to stay as long as the ranch re mains In our hands . . . that is, your father has. so why put out fifty thousand dollars when vou already have its equivalent value?" Peter Taylor's shoulders went Spanish. "1 couldn't explain it to you." Constance tightened the leash on her temper, brought forth a husky chuckle and murmured, "Perhaps, like your father, vou need a stout desk to pound when you talk." Taylor turned with a quick, flashing smile "Id rather not like you. Miss Cabrillo." "Afraid'" asked Constance In the voice Pedro had used the pre vious night, then with him she 1 intoned frigidly "just not in I tcrcsted " I Taylor gave a gesture of defeat. "You win." he laughed, and reined his horse around. "There s I a stone table in your patio. I think jit would withstand the pounding of hoth of us." I The ride back was short and de lightful. Only once did a strain j appear. KKX. KSL, KOI SO In the Old Days. KPO; King's Orch, KOIN; Music by Woodbury. KOMO. 10:00 Reporter. KPO. KOW; Duch ln's Orch, KOO; Cortbjr's Orch.. KNX. 10:90 Richards' Orrh.. KOO. KEX: Ovens' Orch.. KPO, KOW; Garbers Orch.. KSL, KOIN. 11:00 NittlrMhama Orch.. KPO: Buaae'a Orch.. KBL. KOIN: This Mov ing World. KEX: News, KOW. KOW. Malurday 6:00 Blltmcvra Boys Orch., KPO, KOW; Kid's Quluroo. KVX, KOIN S:SO Buaae'a Orch.. KNX. KOIN: Orand or Days. KPO, KOW; Con certs, KOMO; Owens' Orch., KOO: Radio Guild. KEX, KJR. a. 00 Pair Party. KOMO: Ntwa. KEX; One! Ezra. 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