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Newspaper Page TextPAGE TWELVE MEDFORD MATT. TRTBUNE. MEDFORn. OREGON. FRIDAY, AUGUST 30. 1940. rtiEmoRij of mmmmmb by Jeann YISTIRDAY: At u I,.-, rue Constancy rvalue! that Ihe is not the only woman who feel! attracted to Peter. Later ha ' vitiu Mri. MacKduev'l dairy farm and decide! Dial ht can succeed, too. Chapter IS From Dream To Reality PEDRO wasn't around when Constance reached El Cabrillo, but Meg cama down to say he'd ha ih.r. the Brit thine in the morning to take her (or a tour of the ranch. "He'll need respite," ihe added moodily. "The doctor cracked Big Pete'a (hell today, and the divil himself would run for hiding. You'd be thinking he'd grown a love (or that cut, the way he took on. "That and other thlngi la both- trln' him." aha concluded, rmulann knew, and felt a twinge o( sympathy (or Peter Taylor, senior. But a(ter all. ahe reasoned, the Laoruios naa ownea the land first That nieht the wea. her changed, and when Pedro rode up wim me norse me next morn ing, the sky was overcast, the hills blue with the promise of rain. "I want to get back In time to make the six o clock cut of Beach port." Constance told him. "So soon?" asked Pedro, and Constancy thought ha appeared startled. "I took only three days' leave; HI be three or four daya overdue as it is." And having told him this much, Ihe told him o( her work. For a long time afterwards he rode in silence and then he turned to her and smiled. "Well, now it's up to El Cabrillo." "What la up to the ranch?" she asked. "Wait," he suggested. Biding out, winds carrying the dead scents of late autumn, damp on her cheeks, Constance found Taylor quiet, thoughtful. At each point of interest he reined in to give her a detailed report of Its relation to the life of the ranch "this stream never runs dry" and "here is a stand of timber which will give El Ca brillo firewood for the whole of its existence, if it is cut over properly," Here was the family orchard and here the kitchen garden. Here, they dismounted, was the dug-out, a great cavern, the walls lined with crocks and jars of canned fruit, the floors with bas kets of potatoes and onions, ap ples and squash. "We. don't have to buy much here." he offered, as they mount ed again. "El Cabrillo Is almost self-supporting." "Pedro," cried Constance, "you are the most astonishing person. You haven't said anything against the ranch. You are atressing its telling points as I would stress them to a prospective buyer . . . why, Pedro, why?" Taylor's glance barely flecked Constance, but she was stirred by the intense emotion she saw visi ble in his face. "Perhaps," he said, "I am proud of its response to good management and want you to appreciate it; perhaps 1 am putting it through its paces to show it off, and perhaps " "Yes, go on; perhaps what?" He turned in his saddle to look directly at her. "Perhapa 1 want nothing In this world that is not mine by divine Tight." Constance atared at Panrho be cause she could not meet Pedro's eyes. What had he meant? There were two interpretations. He might mean he was plaving fair in his attempts to buy the plare, regardless of his silence on the railroad right of way. And "don't be an idiot" warned her mind, but her heart's reasoning thought "he might want me to come back." Don Juan? THAT thought was pleasing They rode up a canon where the manranita was scarlet, but no more ruddy than the cheeks of Sehorita Conchita Cabrillo. And Pancho's hoofs on the rock of the mountain trail kept time to the quickened beat of the aefiorita's heart. Pedro took Constance to a spot high on the second range, above the timber line, an area covered with great boulders. On one side were blue forests and mountains, their snowy peaks vivid against the dull sky. On the other were the rolling hills of El Cabrillo. dotted with cattle: with groves of trees, and beyond the next range the Pacific, dull gra, except where the sun, try ing to filter through the clouds, lay a shining slate gray path on the waters. Pedro helped Constance from the saddle, then with one swift movement lifted 'ler to a high boulder. There you are." he said. "You . . . you act as though you were giving me the world," she Charged. "It hits been a world, complete to mr." he confessed, and Jumped to the rork beside her "Why the pat tense?" "Michael!" He held her arms In the tight grip o his hands, tower ing over her, looking down at her. and ihe waited. About them the storm winds blew; weird winds with voices un heard in the lowlands: strong winds rich with the jcent of the sea and the pines Constance won dered if they were alronger than Li E Klamath Falls. Aug. 30 iTi Circuit Judge Edward E Ash hurst pondored today what tn do with two boyi who confessed the moon Bowimh she. If she could fight them to a gale, or if she wouldn't want to fight The throwback. Old Michael Mahoney, in skirts. All right she'd bargain. She'd bargain El Cabrillo, security, everything she'd thought vital (or a gypsy life with this man. "Michael." he began again. The moment passed and even the atmosphere changed. The clouds deepened to a dull brown ish black and the wind grew in furv. Pedro looked at the sky. "We'd better get out of hers if we don't want to be caught in a storm," ha said. "Wait ... not like that . . . Michael, you don't understand " For Constance had slid down the rock, mounted and was riding away. . As she rode her anger mounted. What did he think he was doing, playing a Don Juan game? Let him try that on his red-headed ranch girls who had time for silly flirtations, not on a business girl like herself. And then her anger turned in ward, anger at herself for lower ing her guard, for being so sus ceptible ... for ... oh. ihe might as well be honest with herself . . . for wanting to bargain her future away; to exchange E Cabrillo for the transient joy of a moment "Fool!" she stormed, and leaned forward to pat Pancho who'd quirked a backward ear at the word. "I didn't mean you. Pancho . . . and I'm going to miss you, but I'm coming back. I'm coming back if I have to rob a bank single-handed!" Pedro'a horse was pounding close behind her. It was all right, she was on guard now. She was Michael Ma honey's offspring. She'd laugh at him. She'd never let him know. Goodby, tittle Michael' THE rain started, fell in sheets, and when they reined in be fore the ranch house. Juliano and a boy ran for the horses and Meg and Dolores came out with every kind of coat and umbrella. Constance faced Pedro under the dripping willows. "Goodby," she said, extending her hand, "and thank you so much for your kindness these few days. I won't forget" Pedro looked at Dolores and Meg and gave up, defeated, he even turned brick red as Meg be gan: "For the sake of me ears, Petey-boy, go call that blond fluff. Ivery tin minute she's ringin' with 'Is Mr. Taylor goin' to the dance tonight?' Faith. I told her. Mister Taylor's In bed with a mendin' leg and how will he dance on that" Meg followed Constance In and talked while she packed. She sent Dolores for hot tea and toast, and at last when the ranch car was ready, took her in strong arms. "I've a feelin in me bonea that you're comin' back," she said. "Big Pete feels the same. He says no Michael Mahoney could resist it Chucklin' the oid divil is at watchin' you gpt in above your ears. Says he's always wanted to watch a Mahoney whipped. But I says to him, I says, 'look out for voursilf, Peter, or this young Michael will be bestin' rou.'" "Meg." cried Constance, "you . . . vou believe in me. You're part of the Taylor household, and yet you're betting on me?" Meg laughed until she shook. "Go on with you, it'a blind ye are in both ears. I'm bettin' on ve both. Now, God speed vou and keep ye out of them airships." The skies of El Cabrillo wept when Constance left. She sat be side the ranch boy who was driv ing, conscious of Juliano in his Sunday best, behind, and refused to look back. To look back would mean to see the manager's house. She looked instead at the turbu lent ocean, at smashing waves rolling viciously in. Bcachport was dreary, the de pot chill and ugly, and even Juliano's ceremonious attention, seeing she was comfortably seat ed in the train: that the conduc tor, brakesman and porter annre ciated her importance, couldn't lift the despair settling over her. "God go with vou." Juliano said in Spanish as the conductor warned him they were pulling out and he placed an envelope in her hands. She thought nothing of It then, but sat watching the landscape blur past the rain streaked win dows. Wondering if the had been a fool to return to El Cabrillo. She had loved It as a dream, now she loved it as a realitv. And what right had she to refuse to sell if it meant El Cabrillo would go "to seed" as the Cabrillos had "gone to seed" And if she didn't agree to sell ing, how and where would sha raise the money to revive it? Money! She wondered if it had been a bill Juliano had handed her. The envelope had the ranch name stamped on the corner. Anxiously she ripped it open. The signature seemed to lean from the? page Pedro. And then she read the messane "Goodhv, little Michael The things men would sav with their hearts are better left unsaid b their lips." Constance looked out of the window. Kunnv, she thought the sun had come out: but no. twilight was settling and it wis darker than ever. The note crumpled in her hand, ihe leaned a cheek acamst the window pane and watched the lights of li'tle homes flash in their forests, then disap pear. "I'll raise the money," she thought confidently. Te bf cantlnaed stealing automobiles to drive off the side of a mountain. The youths, 14 and lrj. admit ted maneuvering cars up a hog back mountain firettail. head ing them down the hillside and Jumping out. Police said sever al cars hail been demolished un accountably tn the last two weeks. Cloalng tlma for Too Lata to Oss ify A.1l la 1 30 p m I'M Mill Til bum aut sea On the Radio Chains STAllONS fVhere ta etna Ihra urn the Dial. kLX. 1 1 Ml, Portland; a.11. 4U. wu Angela; 1A, mo Bpoaaiie klJO. 1m. tao tranrliro; hlitv ISO, Portland kSH. :. Heinle: kNX. IUSO. Im ansrlesi kM aju Oeneri KOIN. IHH, port land HOMO CM axilla; KPO. SKI HI rranrlen; KM., 1131), Salt tale. 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'.P) Hun garian and Rumanian delega tions, brought to this capital of old Austria by axis "peacemak ers," communicated the sugges tion of Rome and Berlin for a Transylvanian settle mtnt to their governments today after separate two-hour talks with German and Italian foreign min isters. German spokesmen said "from various signs it can be presumed that, perhaps tomorrow, con cluding results will be reached." The Hungarians, Premier Count Pal Teleky and Foreign Minister Count Istvan Ssaky, and the Rumanians, Foreign Minister Mihail Manoilaescu and his aides, had not yet come together in a four-power round table to discuss any proposed new frontier. They held sep arate talks with Joachim von Ribbentrop and Count Galeazzo Cian, the German and Italian forcisn ministers. By GLUYAS WILLIAMS AFTER RETEMl? Ttfra PWJEOvJO? SEVERAL "flMES, GLARES ATOlWE.MJff'fRlr.S WW IttKT m THE Ejtcvfe MEtVT 07 M0PPIN6 0Ptl,. CXME PROPPED Olf Of BOTTLE AMP R01VEP UNDER KffcHEN SiHX. LEAVES IT THERE &3I J 50 Osl.GETVOURTMlMGS P-.CKE.O! EE15cCDV 5HUMS US , 1 i HERE e-lROS .EU FLV SOME MEV INSULT VOU TmEV DO IT IM SUCMy A cxi- -tr-fc. t wj . i ir r , . Tl 4 " 5AONTT RESEMT IT OU J f "fCAsi'T TAKE IT p. 'J ONTT RESEMT IT VOU , CAslT TAKE IT I New York, Aug. 30. .T1 A federal grand Jury investigating ! alleged anti-trust law .violations in various war industries today indicted five corporations and eight individuals on charges of conspiring to control the pro duction and sale of bentonite. The substance is a natural STRANGE AS IT SEEMS IN Or ONE Or ME WOk&i mn&OFTHL 'CIVIL WAR WrSflN6 ft DAYS, RuLfei? in cms. -Mm IP' DRAFT RIOTb Strange as it seems, one of the bloodiest battles of the Civil War was fought in New York City after Congress passed the Conscription Draft Act, in 1863, to increase the Union army. When the first draft was made on July 11. Irish-American longshoremen were selected. These men had recently struck for higher wages, and Negro strikebreakers had taken their jobs. Resentment swelled and before the mob could be controlled, rioting in three horror filled days resulted in $1,500,000 in damaged property and more than 1,000 persons killed and wounded. Tomorrow: Type-Writerl V i in CP A. CEATWER PLACE WHERE IF clay used In heavy materials vital to national defense, such as castings of artillery gun car nages, airplane motor blocks, and tank and tractor treads. The indictment, the third re turned by the Jury in as many days, alleged that the dt 'end ants controlled more than 90 percent of the total bentonite production in this country. Noted Photographer Puses. Portland, Aug. 30. (A Carlton Groat, 44, noted Port land photographer whose pic tures frequently appeared in WILU6 Kilmer-- forte breeder WoN over 3,000,000 I AveRAfiec? over fUK&K i I 'NOU USEO TO PlKlO AKI ' OLD MAKI vavmEM WE GCT I I O-W - - Tt.ltlrsl Off-V. rIls rrjaamaj eJ Ur'KOH.TUNjl-TY PRESENTED ITSELP.L eji;ui r sNOUO 03 fSACK AMONG MU SEE 1 newspapers and magazines, died yesterday. He was born in The Dalles. W.alher. Northern California: Fair to night and Saturday but cloudy in extreme north portion and fog on coast; normal tempera ture; moderate northwest wind off coast. Hop Queen Crowned Independence, Aug. 30. OP) Loyal residents paid homage to day to their new queen, Dorothy Smalley, ruler of the annual hop festival. by JOHN MX ir CARRIER 4MA11." ef Borneo, By HAL FORREST Wfi rlAe A MACHINE GUM i naisiip uirn THIS POOf news, VAfiaiiri,', . (.Qivit OUT, UNARMED,)... B? SOL HESS ALIRl COD vrv ,D imTO Tom c ST TOUR. OLD AUR, p VOU COULDN'T PlNCV I r Y V- Vy Ca,i