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.
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139 bushels more than a year
ago. It is estimated Maine will
produce 45.135,000 bushels of
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A FOURTH AT BRIDGE
By GLUYAS WILLIAMS
SJALlAnS
AFItR HRlf AN HOUR, PERSUADES
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