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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. Bel
gium, Holland. Luxembouig.
Denmark, Norway, E st o n i a
Latvia and Lithuania.
The order has no effort on
Poland. Germany, or other conn
tries which were not tni'lurird
In the presidential "freezing
orders.
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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
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State Commander Niel R. Allen
said today he had been asked
by Governor Charles A- Sprague
to arrange attendance of all
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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
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foR ONLY A KM HOURS
DAY EACH WEEK. s
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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
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