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PAGE EIGHT MEDFOItD MAIL TRIBUNE. MED FORD. OREGON. SUNDAY. SEPTEMBER 1. 1940. mEmoRy of Mby Jeanne t tSTtRDAT: Cotee tears El Cobnilo determined to raise money lot the dairy farm, tome ho id. Chapter 14 Homecoming C INSTANCE thought of Min'l Tim' esr u he drove her own coupe out of the city garage. She patted the steering wheel aa though to encourage it on, into that maelstrom of early evening traffic. Queer ahe'd never before noticed the noise and contusion Ahead of her lay The Family, and explanations. She'd worry about both when she faced them. The first thing ahe saw, upon driving into the grounds, was the resplendent roadster which had belonged, after a fashion, to Don Cabrillo. "Now what?" she wondered. Lamson' face lighted with joy, then clouded. His eyebrow arched, his eye rolled toward the ceiling and his snouiaera seemea Intent upon following. "Lammy . . . what on ... my word, are we having a funeral?" The foyer was a mas of flow ers, great baskets of blossom filled the air with i heady fra grance. "Your bag Is In your car. Miss Constance? he inquired, and nodded to a trim new maid who was hurrying towards them. "Of course, but" Lamson waa gone and the maid was insisting that Constance follow her. "Will you please attend to your duties, Constance saia. i m quite capable of finding my way about this house." The maid disappeared and Con stance tiptoed down the hall. Flower everywhere. Heavenly Day, they'd had the living room done over again. And now the dining room: three long tables, exquisitely appointed, a new foot man hovering over one. Constance nearly ran into Lam son aa he hurried into the house with her bag. "A wedding?" ahe demanded. Lamson Inst control of his ltches. "H'it'a a dinner to h'out dinner h'all dinners," he moaned. "Listen," she grabbed him by the sleeve, "gentlemen don't visit ladiea in their boudoir, but I'm not feeling like lady Just now, so come on." Lamson followed her upstairs and when she had closed the door behind him, she handed him a cigaret "Light up, Lammy, and start spilling. "What's happened since I went away?" Lamson balanced gingerly on the edge of a chair. "C-Conchita." he began, and stopped short. Constance controlled her smile. She hadn't heard him call her that since she returned from her first boarding school. "That's all right. I like to hear you say Con chita. Now, go on Instead he reached Into a pocket and drew forth a clipping. Constance read it, slipper tap pin. CABRILLOS TO SELL FA MOUS RANCHO, the heading id vised her. A second capt'on, elucidated "Fabulous Price To Be Paid For El Cabrillo Rancho." The clipping contained an In terview with the Cabrillo family. Excerpts from it burned Into the heart of the girl who read. " the days of the cattle barons are gone " " 'Out of the mouth of babe,' " quoted Constance. "find it advisable to dispose of extensive holdings as times have changed and resident man agers can no longer be trusted to give honest attention to the inter ests of absentee owners " Constance read the eulogy on Cabrillo past and present, through snger-dulled eyes. Thi then, was the thank the Taylors were to receive: public con demnation. Credit' FINE (lit of sapphire shone through the black fringe of Constance' eyes as she looked up. "What has happened since this appeared''" she demanded. "Credit!" stated Lamson. "Such credit I never saw given s Ca brillo." "Don't perjure your loyalty. Lamson, I understand." soothed Constance. "You want to tell me that since then they've gone the limit, and by they I mean the family. "Now listen. I don't want It known I'm here. I don't want to plav Panqun at this evening's feast, hut a(t-r that . . . well. Just tell the maid that I'm . . . oh, aay I'm a lady dick. "Lammy!" her voice softened as she looked at the tired, old man. "How would you like to live on ranch with plenty of iore " Orses'" echoed Lamson soul f illy. "Oh. Mis Conrhita, my father was aft 'ostler " he sighed suddenly. "No. I couldn't go. The promise I gave to your lather. Constance patted his arm. "We'll find a wav," she prom ised. "Better go down now be fore anyone starts asking ques tions " She locked the door behind him, then went to her desk, put the clipping to one side and drew rote paper before her. Swiftly aht wrote: "I know the newspaper stories released by my family will reach you. Plea.se let me apologize for them. They spoke in ignorance of true condition. A Juliano 10 INVADED AREA Washington. Aug. 31. Wi . The treasury authorized today a ! resumption of personal remit-1 tuners of money by Americans ' to friends and relatives In Hie: imaded European countries. the moon BowmuiaiiMH say, never ha El Cabrillo bad a efficient management. "A soon as possible I will re fute the printed statement and give you credit for your fin work" Constance slipped the letter Into her bag, after addressing it to Peter Taylor. Senior, then turned out her light and went to the window to look down on the arriving guest. Light threw a luster on top hat and white shirtfront, on folds of velvet, satin and furs. White eye of limousines streamed up the driveway, and red tail lights blinked ss they wheeled down again. Once a cab stopped to deposit a tall, squarely-built figure, and Constance leaned close to the pane to look down and whis per "Why . . . why, John!" He had become real again. He'd atepped out of the back ground, where he'd been pushed by the more vivid life at El Ca brillo, and for a moment It seemed to Constance that only with the sight of him had ahe actually returned from the ranch. She turned away then to study her position. One thing, the Ca brillos' headlong fling into debt substantiated her claim that the fifty thousand dollars wouldn't last long, once it was in their hands. "Oh," she thought bitterly. "1 wish this were Old England where they had a debtors' prison. Maybe that would teach this fam ily the lesson they must learn some day. "And why do I assume the bur den? I'm not responsible for their actions? I'm not even bound by a promise to my father, as Lam son ia . . . "Why don't I let them sell the place and step out, start living my own life ... let them sell she stopped with a sob. "I can't I may as well be honest I love El Cabrillo. I'm really aaving it because I love it more than I love them." The last car departed and com parative quiet reigned in the hall below. Assured the guest were all at dinner, Constance de scended the stairs. "Going out to mail a letter," she whispered to Lamson. Outsider rHE green maw of the post-box accepted the envelope. Con stance drove on, trying to blind herself to the course of that mis sive. Someone would go down to the highway for the mail pouch. It would be brought to Peter Senior'a table. He'd cough, rumble, and finally throw it across to Pedro. "Please. God," whispered Con stance seeking a glimpse of stars through the naked limbs of the park trees "please make them understand that the story was given in thoughtlessness." She couldn't drive all night so she returned home, wormed her way through the driveway and, leaving the car before the garage, started back to the house. She stopped before the lighted win dows of the solarium. Somewhere an orchestra played discreetly. Couples danced through from the hall, down the tiled floors and back into the hall through another doorway. There was her mother, radiant In amber velvet, looking at that moment only half the age of the daughter who acowled at her from the darkness of the terrace. Constance scowled because she couldn't picture Nadine Cabrillo at the ranch. She belonged here; here in this exotic setting. Don strode through, sleek and handsome. The girl in his arms adjusted her ateps to his with a pained, adoring smile. Don would never adjust his steps to an other's. And then came Donna; exotic as a tropical blflssom, in a frock that semed a swirl of living blos soms; one scarlet flower in the high coils of her blue-black hair. Donna and Constance straight ened. Donna and John Rask thorne engaged in a deeply seri ous conversation. Constance won dered if her feeling of alarm was jealousy, and then she saw Donna jerk from John's arms, stomp tiny scarlet shoes and snap her fingers before John's patrician nose. "Okay, sister!" A hand closed on Conctance's arm with the words, and simul taneously a flashlight blinded her. "What's the business?" de manded the voice. "Let go of my arm." warned Constance. "Come on, come on. what are you up to?" droned the superior person beyond the flashlight "I'm Constance Cabrillo and I-" "Yeah? Well. I'm old Don Ca brillo' s ghost." chuckled the shad ow. "Here. Ed. you go through her bag." Constance fought the hand that gripped her. "You touch that bag and you'll be sorry," she prom isrr. "Who are you?" "We're private detectives, sis ter, put here to catch little blue eyed snitchers. Want me to takl you into the Cahrillos'" "No," cried Constance. "But please look in my bag: vou'U find my driver's license there, and if you can't believe what vou read, call Lamson. the butler, he'll identify me." "Fat chance." breathed the shadowy Ed. "You girls always work with someone on the inside. Let's take her down to the sta tion for the night, the Cabrillo can come in tomorrow" Ta bs continued These remittance were block ed by decree of President Roosevelt issued since April 8 restricting the movement of money to or from .-aoh ol the invaded countries France. 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T FOR TWO BOYS The Salvation Army made an appeal yesterday for suitable homes for two Portland boys, brothers 17 and IS years old. Be cause of improper home envir onment, the boys are being held as dependents by the court of do mestic relations and it is im perative that home for them be found immediately, said Capt. Charles Cox, Salvation Army head here. Farm homes were considered especially suitable as the boys coma worn for their room board and spending money and yet continue with their school ing. They would be under Sal vation Army supervision. The boy were described as tall and well built and willing workers, Anyone who can help was ask ed to communicate with Capt. Cox at the Salvation Army, 236 Nortn Bartlett street. t Closing time (or Too Late to Clas sify Ads la I 30 p m. Br GLUYAS WILLIAMS IwLUATSl SON 6E15 BACK "TO 6ED. wblr-ttMI6.f60lN6-2)-RAIfJ AND WHETHER FATHER WOULD COUNT A LITTLE SPRINKLE PA RAIN IN M WAKES WITH SUN5fr?EnrH m IN HIS WINDOW AND LtAPS OUT OF BED WITH A WHOOP 9-2 INVITED TO HEAR E Grants Pass, Aug. 31. OP) State Commander Niel R. Allen said today he had been asked by Governor Charles A- Sprague to arrange attendance of all STRANGE AS IT SEEMS r". : mrs. k ILL en A v i 1 1 i ii i IJ ANPUra IT JOlNCHt floor 5ell6arJerK, tiofej American newspaperman. Vtfcionv Hi? concks wriTins sM vvmzt P6 A Vouhq f?er?rterhe HhUD-ZZTHK OWN STORIES IN TVfiS . He 4AVEDHME eyiv?iNf5 BANDIT'S ON TrtO fM TYPEWRITER Famous editor-owner of the Emporia (Kansas) Gasett. William Allen White, claim he learned to writ with directness and conciseness because, as a young reporter on Kansas newspaper, he set in type the stories he wrote. Whits found he could save time by composing his stories directly in type. This process led to the us of shorter, mora expressive words and the mental deletion of unimportant facts. Monday; Unauthorised Navy. veterans organizations when the i governor addresses the Ameri can Legion department conven- j tion at Seaside next Thursday. Sprague has arranged to make ' what the governor called "an important statement dealing I with Oregon's relation to the i problem of defense." I Maine Henpral George A. White, Governor Sprague, and Commander Allen agreed at a conference, Allen said, that Gen eral' White will attend the con vention the following day, Fri day, to implement the plan urhir-h th Pfimnnr ifl to Bn- nounce. Legion proposals Bre be zhorT words VZ DEPENDED A6AIN-5T foR ONLY A KM HOURS DAY EACH WEEK. s I 111" I I e-ef eaTS 1 X ON caravans r- n,7 m&ii ing held in abeyance awaiting the governor'i statement, Allen said. The request that all veterans groups be represented, Allen said, lent credence to the suppo sition tliat the governor'! talk will have some connection with President Roosevelt's recent press conference statement that veterans' organizations like the American Legion and Veterans of Foreign Wars might become the nucleus for citizen units to replace the national guard when it is mobilized. Closing time tor Too Lata to Clta. illy Ads la 1:30 p. m. by JOHN HIX By HAL FORREST 111 - 1 I Hi J ii L ill I 1 I