THE NEWS AND THE HERALD, KLAMATH FALLS, OREGON
PAGE TEN
J SERIAL STORY
i PHOTO FINISH
! PY CHARLES B. PARMER
?; Vmnrt To Lln" '';
, Ooldrn Tor M M;,!.,,J,
for 1.I5O0 nflor kattl ot blddlnc,
CHAPTER VI
MONTE HILL swaggered up to
tho auctioneer. Took out
checkbook and pen. "How do I
make out this check?"
"Well, now" Mr. Jenkins
"hesitated.
"Walt a minute!" Linda Gor-
dou was pushing forward. Monte
thought he had this colt, did he?
i She'd show him a thing or two.
-"Mr. Jenkins, you said 'cash on
the barrel-head no checks ac
cepted." If he can give a piece
;"of paper' she left the sentence
unfinished.
The auctioneer raised a hand
""for quiet Hill turned to Linda.
"You know me, Miss Gordon. My
0 checks are good at Saratoga; are
''they good here?"
" Linda looked him straight in
the eye. Said: "I'm okaying no
.checks I'm buying a colt, for
cash." She glanced up: "Mr. Auo
r tloneer, do I get the colt?"
1 Mr. Jenkins cleared his throat
t Frowned down at Hill. "Mister,
did you run that colt up without
l enough cash, or a certified check
s to pay for him?"
"I don't carry that much cash
" with me," Hill flashed back. "My
'm checks "
"Don't want 'em, my friend.
Last cash bid was eight hundred"
,. tha auctioneer went into his
ilng-song "do I hear the thou
sand?" He did not "Soldi To the
young lady, for cash on the
barrel-head."
The auctioneer Jumped to the
ground. Donald held out a hand
to Linda; in it were four 100
.. bills. "You pay," ha whispered,
r Linda put the bills with her
' money and, carrying out the an-
dent southern custom, laid $800
on tha head of the keg.
"Here's your bill o' sale, Miss.
- Big Boy, give the colt to the lady,
and bring out that nice little bay."
: Str.n KnnHv Gordon took the
halter-rein from Big Boy, led
tha colt to we ience. unaa
lanT from tha chaffrined
, Hill, motioned to Donald to follow
her. "Uncle Sandy, this is our
. partner, Mr. Donald "
"Brown Donald," tha young
man said, taking tha uncle's
gnarled, fist Brown Donald!
,V7here 'had Linda heard the
name? Somewhere In connection
with this racing game.
A tall figure loomed over them
Monte Hill. He ignored the girl,
the young man. Said: "Mr. Sandy,
: vmi Hnn'Tknow me. but when vou
i were winning with Beau Mardl
at Saratoga, I was a kid selling
' programs at the track. I just want
; to say"
He smiled at them; spoke as if
he harbored no bitterness, "You've
got the smartest niece in America.
If she hadn't spoken, my check
Would have been taken. But all's
tair in a horse deal." He turned
': to Linda: "I caught on, that you
two were joining forces. You've
got an aristocratic partner, but I
' tort of wish you had teamed up
with me."
She smiled, too, but it came
fnard. "Maybe I would have,
Monte, but you said women and
racing don't mix."
His face hardened. "They
don't."
Brown Donald lifted eyebrows.
"Don t, eh? Well show you a
thing or two."
"Show me?"
. "Yes, you." Donald spoke with
a superior air.
"It'll take more than a fancy
steeplechase jock to do it" said
Hill with finality.
Linda shot a quick glance at
the handsome youngster. So her
partner was THE Donald; a gen
tleman jockey who rode at coun
try club meets. One of the
hangers-on of the moneyed aris
tocracy. So, he was trying to pick
up a horse of his own cheatf
That was it. Probably tired of
riding horses for wealthy friends.
Just then three cars came to a
dusty stop in front of the sales
barn. Bruce Radford jumped out
X, ' f WHAT WITH BUVIN& AVI EN&AGEtAEMT vm f ( COULDN'T t PAY ONLY 4 3001 flT'W fJ' WNEVEa WMO, SWEET f TWEV4 WE'LL BUILD A tARLIWG
'i FLAPPER FANNY B ' helpim' a concha euvs out, an' 4. covwn, wr. bacow? oe V'4w V'JP ! m ' I .. remt a placb I uttle howe of oub owm ,
: narrcK raniNT By syiv.a vir&inia's operation, gee WIZ ! M- . J ffiKhW 1 i K FQR VEAB 0B J wth a vjose gardew amc'a
coPK.iM.BYWASKv.et.wc. T.M:Rto.u.T.oFf, i I TJlDU'T REALIZE I'D BEEN ' W,ifli?fcn,v V Ji U'HViiiA' '( Tw,,.TWO. RECBEATtON LODGE AND A
s I : ' ! 1 penoivj' quite so uuch IgW Mt X , , (.2 &s?ts 'TkJ rU,T' flrWmtnh wmumg POOL. VOU'U be A
? N-f 1 -;4iHrPT) F7SSH aMrjr 0.,
I "And that's the guy who said he wouldn't inarry anything' , ''1 ' . " f
!. ; less than a million." Pi ft. ' 'f ' l i V t ''M3 , Vtf YbiXr-
"Well, every, man. has his price but his has ieen marked MVGBmk J X I V iWWtlli V'itA k sltl "
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COPYKIOHT. ISM
NBA IRVICI. INC.
ot tne first
handful ot
car, toiloweo by a
prosperous - looking
men.
"Hen! You started the sale?"
Radford demanded.
"Waited over an hour for your
crowd," the auctioneer com
plained. "This here is business "
"What about Golden Toy?"
"Sorry," Jenkins shrugged fat
shoulders. "Sold for eight hun
dred" "I'm darned!" Radford turned,
recognized Linda, who had been
obscured by Golden Toy's entour
age. "Hello, Linda! You did get
here! Who bought Golden Toy?"
"I didl That is, Mr. Donald and
I together."
"You and Donald!" He swept
his panama off, ran fingers
through thick, brown hair. He
made Linda think of a fat kewpy
a disgruntled kewpy. "Well, I'm
darned! Since when did you team
up with a "
"That'll be enough from you,
Radford," Donald said quietly.
"Who spoke to you?"
"I'm speaking to you. We
bought the colt together; we're
going to campaign together."
Radford looked at Linda. "Thai
true?"
She nodded.
TTE seemed shocked. Said some
thing to the men around him.
Linda caught their words advice
spoken from hardened mouths:
"Buy tha gal out she'll take
dough you got a right to the
colt"
The girl flushed. Looked an in
stant at Monte Hill. He shook his
head, as if to repeat "women and
racing they don't mix."
"Tell you what I'll do; I'll giva
you a couple of thousand Rad
ford began, but Linda cut him
short, saying meaningly: "You
should start at thirty-five hun
dred, Bruce the price of another
thoroughbred."
He flushed. She said, "Remem
ber?" "All right, IH giva you thirty
five hundred "
"Not for thirty-five thousand
from you!"
Radford looked at her levelly a
moment There was no resent
ment in his face. He turned to
Donald: "You don't want to make
any money either, do you?"
Brown Donald looked at Linda:
"We dont want his money, do
we?"
"No."
"Colt's not for sale to you,
Radford," Donald said evenly.
"Now, you'll excuse us. Mr.
Sandy, let's get going to your
farm."
Sandy Gordon and Brown Don
ald led the colt off; Linda turned
her back on Bruce and his crowd.
Monte said goodby. Then Brown
Donald came back to her; he, too,
vas leaving. His eyelids lowered,
le half smiled; again she felt that
electric current. "Got to run up
lo Berwyn tonight; riding in a big
rteeplechase next week," he ex
plained. "I told Mr. Sandy to give
the colt some long, slow gallops;
jet ready for the fall steeple
mases." "Steeplechases?" She drew
back. It seemed hard to talk
against his wishes. "This is a flat
runner. We're going after the
Jockey Club Stakes; then, the
Derby next year."
The man's face set in hard lines:
again the current snapped off. "I
don't think so." He spoke evenly.
"He's long-legged; his mammy
had stamina. I'm going to make
great jumper out of "
"Oh, no, you aren't!" Linda's
eyes flashed with purpose.
"No?" He smiled; once more
the girl was drawn to him by an
Invisible something. "We'll see.
Well, I've got to catch a bus. Keep
record of expenses; I'll divvy with
you." He waved a hand, turned
and left her.
Straight ahead, old Sandy Gor
don' was leading a spirited thor
oughbred. (To Be Continued)
During the first year of the A Pir O. I 3 f -.X ( SjrJ' 1 14 jMSblffflS
San Francisco-Oakland bridge it I Mivv 1! mW4 j-t, -U S HT tfe , .Ll JSjl -
was crossed by 3,500,000 cars, V: )-niiiimmmmM ,i i' ' I t 7 v 1 tf" tzD ifflB ' " " Kiiit XfMtiu .'tXiX, hoCL-J1. )
with gross receipts from tolls to- aaclj ti mnr OV on i kir
tallng Jl.720,000. WAbn I UDDi DT UKANt
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BY HAROLD GRAY
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THE OTHER GUY PULLED
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AND RIGHT ON THROUGH -"CALCULATED
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BY BLOSSER
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watchins it for.
Ten minutes, and it
hasn't made a
SOUND NOT ,
EVEM A RJPPLE