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About The Evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942 | View Entire Issue (Aug. 13, 1936)
PAGE EIGHT THE EVENING HERALD, KLAMATH FALLS, OREGON RESORT HOTEL Ddt Morgan W6 NtA trJa, W OK(ill III1BB TODAY Aftrt HAMILTON pr.tlr yoaas arrrrlarr la larae ba.lar.a Mrr, tS,H to H travrl astac to Maav alaaa far arr iwo-wrrk ' Vara Ilea. 1111,1. wtDR, rarrl karma rm- tluyr, arrftaadra arr lo no to kf llnrlne. Hill la ohvloualr Ntlrnrled br Aaa. hut she slvra fclm llltl faoitRBl. . Ann Iror to the mnnntaln re ; antl and all tint la lonrly. Thra aav ..( RALPH "I'HIVG, krad noatmaa, who trlla arr ke la nnt Inlrrrntrd la irlrla. Itnlpk Intro durra krr to JAMIIJ I.Alllll, wealthy nlarkor. Jalmr la aand Mf and allrntlre. At a daaco ahr mrrta 1,1 hTV TOMW, mar. rli'd kvt dlrlalloua. NOW 00 OH WITH TUB (TORT CHAPTER VII TVHEN Ann came down to ' breakfast she felt that some of the guests at the resort hotel eyed her askance. She was sure she knew what they were think ing; she was the girl who was running around with that wild ; galoot, Jaime Laird, who lived across the take at the Majestic Flying high! They all knew who Ann was, what she did in the city, and how old she was. She was wearing climbing togs. The porch sitters took up their positions and waited for some thing to happen. One or two genial old ladies dropped a stitch or two in their knitting when Jaime's long roadster came roar ing around the lake, to stop in a whirl of dust before the Glenwood Inn. Ann went down to meet him and they drove away on the Cas cade road, toward the Marcy trail. Jaime seemed changed. Ann thought or perhaps she imagined . it that his face had a little more color this morning. Perhaps it was the result of the crisp moun tain air. "Is this a very steep mountain?.' Jaime asked. "It's the highest in the Adiron- dacks," she said firmly. Jaime pretended to faint, and she had to catch the wheel to keep them from swerving off the road. "You Juvenile!" she said, laugh ing. "You perpetual clown." He faced her. "Do you like me?" "I'm afraid I do." . rpHE climb they were attempting wasn't arduous. They were going only part of the way up the mountain. At first the trail was ; no more than a leisurely uphill ' walk. At intervals Jaime stopped and pointed out flora beside the path. Once they stopped to watch tiny lizards in the grass. - This experience was something entirely new to him, and he thrilled to it like a small boy. His face was flushed when they came to the roaring cataract which emptied one of the high mountain lakes called by the Indians Lake Tear-in-the-Clouds. He leapt out to the big boulder In 'the very center of the raging flood, and waited for her to fol low. Ann jumped, and he caught her in his arms. They were both laughing hilariously when they . sat down on the rock-island to catch their wind. It hadn't been a bad climb, and now they were enjoying one of the most beautiful sights in the mountains. The sun, playing about the peaks, painted them with a fantastic mauve and purple. The roar of the water was pleasant in their ears. A faint cooling spray came up at intervals to revive them from blissful lethargy. Jaime smoked and was silent contemplating the grandeur all sbout Ann leaned back on the rock, and watched the cirrus douds chasing one another in the V iky. "You see how marvelous it Is up here?" she said. "This is a real vacation spot." . "At least it's better than that dark little hole the betting room. But it was too much work getting here!" Jaime smiled lazily down at her. I She sat up suddenly. "Jaime, I why don't you do something? ; People love you. They are snared : 'J WH1 "t WU. Mlt null M slap your hands and say, 'Get some ambition!' " , , Jaime laughed at her. "I think f ou like me just as I am," he ; said, and moved to kiss her. "Conceited!" she answered ivading him. j-;. He looked genuinely hurt, and lat very still, hugging his knees up to his chin. "All right Jaime will be a good boy." He looked up at the trail which led toward the top of the giant peak and said, "Shall we climb in?" "Do you want to?" Her eyes were eager again. "If you want to," he said with ixtreme courtesy. "I think I could Jo it until lunch time. After we've nad our lunch we can start down again." "Let's go!" .;" a TPHEY came back to the little inn ' at a quarter to 4. Jaime went to his own hotel, pleasantly tired. He had to go to the racing room and see how much money he had lost on the day's races. He was losing steadily. S After a hot shower Ann fell refreshed and joined the crowd (or tea in the lobby. It was hard to realize that she had arrived at Ihe resort only the afternoon be fore. The hostess, Aimee, was busy introducing new guests, and Ann telt like one of the oldest now. Aimee talked to her like an old ; friend. "We're going to have a rteak roast on the lake shore to night," she said. "Wouldn't you like to come, and bring your young mnn?" "I'd love it," Ann told her. "But I'm afraid Mr. Laird is engaged" ; A cheerful, masculine voice Doomed behind them. "But I'm lot, and I love steak roasts!" Ann turned to see the stalwart Jgure of Lefty Ponds. "Oh, it's roul" she said. "Aimee, this is Mr. Lefty Ponds. He's a guest lere." Aimee gave Lefty a hand in her robust, friendly manner. "We'd be delighted to have you, Mr. Ponds." ;'.But, when .Ann got him aside 1 on the veranda, sne said, "You are persistent, aren't you? I thought we settled this last night." "Oh, but you can't avoid me," he said easily, in his deep-throated, masculine tone. "An ex-football itor " a a THEY danced once to the music from the radio, and then sat Jown on the veranda where they MUld watch the sun setting over ihe lake. The fiery red ball de fended slowly into the greenish waters. "Why do you married men think you have to kick up your heels like young colts when the wife's away?" Ann asked cheer fully. 'I simply like you," Lefty Ponds told her disarmingly. "I like to be Willi pretty girls. Is there any thing wrong with that? But don't tell my wife," he added darkly, and then laughed. "What's a sum mer husband to do?" "Why don't you go fishing In the Maine woods?" "I don't like fishing. I'd rather talk with you." "You are persistent!" she said, nd then she stood up and walked to the rail. "What's a girl to do?" A canoe made its way slowly before the hotel, and from it came the haunting melody of a guitar. It was Ralph Spring, the head soatman, enjoying his busman's loliday. He stopped ,to wave up it Ann and then he was gone, probably thinking about building bridges down in Rio. Suddenly she wanted to go for t swim in the lake. She turned lo Lefty and said, "How about a juick dip before the steak roast?" He nodded and, hand in hand, they ran down the path toward the docks. The station bus drew up before the hotel, and they topped to look at the new guests. Ann's hand flew to her throat, and she went toward the blond oung man who stood, with a suit rase in hand, beaming down on ler. "Bill Ware!" she exclaimed. "I turned the universe upside lown," he told her, "to have my vacation changed, and here I am it Lake Racine. After six years f planning other people's vaca uons, the travel agent is going to lave one of his own." Lefty Ponds frowned. .... (To Be Continued) ;..! Teamed for Life : Harland Clift, the Browns' third baseman, has a teammate for life. She is the former Cora Douglas of Yakima, Wash., which is Cliffs home town. The young couple were photo graphed following their wedding in St. Louis. Flies GOP Word OUT OUR WAY BY J. R. 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PI I V " 1 WM Without further, hesitation, hy5ter ouicklv 60es to myea'5 SIDE AND TAKES HER IN HIS KlE ATTEMPTS TO KISS MYRA, BUT SHE PUSHES HIM BACK A&AINST THE PORTHOLE. At THAT INSTANT, A STRONO ARM SHOOTS THRU THE PORTHOLE AND CLAMPS THE STARTLED HYSTER'S THROAT IN A VISE-LIKE ORlPr ruf GRAB HIS Cil IN. MVKA E OOT HIM, TlMtWACKM mm M,.xyn LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE BY HAROLD GRAY H1VM-- HARD TO GUESS WHAT WAS IN ANOTHER MAN'S MIND ON A NIGHT OVER THIRTY YEARS AGO STILL, MAYBE NOT SO HARD EITHER, WHEN YOU KNOW THE MAN- THESE FINGERPRINTS IM BLOOD LAST FOREVER, IN THIS DRY AIR AND TO 1-fcP.vt I HtN ON TMlj FIGLRED HE'D DISPOSED Or ALL INCRIMINATING EVIDENCE FOREVER- - FOREVER . EH? WHAT iJ THOUGHT- ft f Ja J.' FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS HE MUST HAVE JUST i f FIGLRED HE'D DISPOSED I ri?K.AJHPCcPcEr?ST,N 1 I ALL I N C R I M IN AT I 1 THIS TIN BOX. TOSSED IT H I EVIDENCE FOREVER - I '" FAR BACK. AND SET OFF THE fl I MM FOREVER FH? I BLST THAT WOULD CLOSE W I MM M - FOKEVE . EH f I THAT PART OF THE MINE- H 1 THAT S WHAT THOUGHT- J r y" " '.l-l -A I . I.- H I W .. . T . .' h m. L. . , . W ra 1 BY BLOSSER HEf T I DIDWTTHIWK CANT ) HE'D BE J GET HIS ) ABLE TO! I WERE JIMMIED 2 HERE." STARTED ) THE" Ifikll- SHl! HE'S RIGHT BELOW US. DOWT MAKE A SOUWD! HE'D SURE GET US IF, HE A) VtXJ DID WHAT? I FIGURED WBE IT WAS THEIR CAR, AMD BE FORE WE CLIMBED THE f. f TREE, I PULLED A WIRE a, Vf OFF THE COIL V )( x t :t,;. J 'a.Sacft HM SURE PUT US CW THE SPXf HCMLL WC GET DOWN FROM THIS TREE, UNTIL HE LEAVES?. AW' HOW CAN HE LEAVE WITH THE WIRES JIMMIED f ( BE ALL ( right; 1 ? IF" HE I rvMreijT ) KNOW V WE'RE w I WELL H-WETOTHIMK UP WHAT WE'LL DO IF HE DOES DISCOVER US, FELLAS ! I JUST DROPPED My S4XOPHOWE.' WASH TUBBS BY CRANE John D. Hamilton, chairman of the Republican national commit tee, steps from his plane at Vakima, Wash., on a flying speak ing tour of the Pacific Coast on which he Is carrying the Repub lican message. UNDREDS LINE THE SIDEWALK. IN t FRONT OF THE WESTERN RMACE WOTS T THEY SAV LULI I GOIH'ONA BELLE. TUC 1AOV I HAKLlc 5 HtKIPFHA5A DATE- c HERE THAT5 ) WHERE'S ) WHO'S GIT FER HOME, VE SHE I HER! VER ITHE FIDO I DO&-FACED 0O0O5, COMES, V 1 CIGAR, I WOU'RE OR I'LL RING THE BCN$.y iHERIFF?HOLPW6? CURFEW OH YE? - HAW.' v V (SlOWN SKUNK STREET THEW &0. THIS HANDSOME v COUPLE . AND INTO THE CRYSTAL PARADISE. riinr- SY WCA BgBVICg. INC. T. M. Hco. ursAT. on OH,MR. V;. i. . . WITH SUCH A VALLI5, I CHARMING &IRL AIN'T IT AS YOU PEMDE SWELL? - , h a ME Ml lulu ( BELLE IT 15- "f ( AH-HEAVENLY, BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES THREt MORE. VAV.b'. S OtRW OKbKfV TVJEV'O LtAVSE AW. TU-i STOVP THOUGH BY MARTIN V C'Jf "Vttt; VUWE. MtrVLS,-. KtVJtU MOVk) Y. mlr S'OtRW OKW TPEV'O I . yWMM. TH-b'S SOR.TPk CV'tWlvi' aj-ne runlr (v0r?c,T RMO V0iVi,V S UiVNT PCZZLE? ME. IS VOL OVi twfem VOO CAVAt OOT 0 Wfel &ROU6UV SO rAOCV.VOOO,W0D THEM TIXERE AWE OODLES OF VLA.CE'i , ft ruTi-py - - riz:v,,. 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