PAGE 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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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