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POOR MAN'S GOLD Courtney Rylcy Cooper ? Courtney Ryley Coapef. WNU Service. CHAPTER V ? Continued ? 10 ? "You'll change your mind when you meet him. Might as well argue with a tree stump." "But why bother with him?" "Kay! He's my partner." "Oh, I didn't mean that. Why not get your advice and know where you're going, instead of staggering around blindly. Doesn't it amount to just that?" "In a way." "It seems guidance would help both of you. A geologist could fig ure where that river ran a thou sand years ago." Hammond spoke slowly. "Maybe that's an idea, Kay." "And you can trust Bruce to the limit. Father did. As for the fee, I'll see that he doesn't charge you anything until after everything is over." She laughed. "He'd know better. I'd slay him if he put in a bill." "McKenzie Joe would have to stay in the dark. He'd kick over the traces." "Why tell him anything? Look here, you're digging now at ran dom, aren't you?" "Just about." "Then couldn't you just accident ally dig where Bruce told you to look?" "That's an idea too!" "Then why don't you? You owe it to yourself. And Joe too. He'd benefit as much as you." He could think of little except that she was close to him, vibrant ly warm, that her hair brushed his cheek, that a soft hand stroked his throat. "I'll have to be terribly quiet about it," he said at last. "Maybe it'd be better if you'd sort of pave the way to Kenning. Don't tell him too much ? just enough so that he'll know what I'm talking about when T see him." "I will, dear," said Kay Joyce softly. For a deliciously long time, she remained close to him. Then slowly she drew away, at last to become solitary, somehow lonely, as she looked out over the valley. "Jack," came after a long time, "I've a disappointment." Then with Jerky abruptness, "We can't be married." "But Kay, that's impossible!" "Please don't ask me a lot of silly questions about not loving you," the girl said crisply. "I can't stand it." Instantly he was beside her. "What are you trying to say?" "Nothing ? of consequence. I'ip just terribly unhappy, Jack." "But why? You say you're crazy about me. You know I worship you. What's come over you, Kay?" lie begged. "That night in Seat tle?" "Can't you understand? Mother and I are broke, positively flat broke!" "I know that. Timmy had a loose tongue last night." "Father left hardly enough- for the funeral," the girl went on bit terly. "He even dragged poor Bruce down in the wreck; almost ruined him. Bruce has been a saint. He's kept Mother and me alive. But just the same, the fact remains we're broke, flat broke, penniless!" "Well, what of it?" Jack demand ed impatiently. "I've got money." She whirled, facing him. "And am I to go through life, calling myself a gold digger?" "But you're not. That's absolute ly silly." "Is it?" she asked. "I was the ? n o o t y banker's daughter. I wouldn't have anything to do with you. Then suddenly, I haven't any money and you've got a lot. ' So I marry you. What's the answer to that?" "The answer is that I'll marry you any time you say." "That's the wrong answer. We're both hot and crazy. Just the touch of your hand makes me want to drag you away into some Eskimo igloo and never come out. But that will have to pass, if we are to be happy. We'll have to go through a lot; quarrel, adjust ourselves to each other. Suppose it doesn't work out?" i ? Ttn t a. li?ll w ny won i hi "Suppose you get the idea that I was desperate and grabbed you be cause you had money?" "You know I'd never do that." "That's what they all say. Jack. That's why we've got to wait." He caught her eagerly, tight to him. "Then this isn't ? turn-down?" "Of course not, silly," she an swered, in a smothered voice. "We've simply got to wait, that's all." "How long?" Her lips were close to his. "Until I make some money out of that placer. Oh, it's a subter fuge, I know. But at least I'll bring you something besides myself ? something I've earned." "But you can't work that claim with your own hands." "You said you'd get me some men." "That takes .money." "I've got a little. A few hun dred dollars. That will be enough. Bruce gives Mother a little to live on? because of Father." "But suppose you don't hit itT" She raised her head, chin high in the moonlight. "I've got to hit it. I can't have you until I do. It will be my dow ry." Jack Hammond went down the hill that night with the feeling of having kissed the lips of nobility. A modest man, it had been inevitable that he should have faced moments of doubt ? all that now was dis pelled. A few nights later, as McKenzie Joe scraped the sandy mud off his boots and prepared to start for Jeanne's store and a new tin of to bacco, Jack Hamond came out of the semi-darkness of the cabin and leaned against the doorway. "Listen, Joe," he began, "I've been thinking about something." "Yeh?" The old prospector tossed aside the mud-smeared stick and stood waiting. "We've been looking for that old river bed in pretty haphazard fash ion." "Have we?" asked Joe. "Well, haven't we? We dig a hole here and a hole there ? just stab bing blind, in the dark. I've been thinking that we ought to map out a campaign. Suppose we swing away over to the right, almost to "We Didn't Come to Any "" Decision." the end of our holdings on that Number 5 lease, and start putting down a series of test pits. Then, if those don't work out, we can start slowly across the valley ? " The coldly appraising look in Mc Kenzie Joe's eyes halted him. "What crooked mining shark has been telling you the wrong place to dig?" he asked bluffly, and walked on toward Jeanne Towers' cabin. CHAPTER VI All in less than two weeks, the little settlement of Sapphire Lake had become a village ? and was ro bustly looking forward to the day when it would be a town. Timmy Moon's airplane had caused it Not that he any longer held the monopoly. Two days after his first trip into Wrangell, another gypsy had flown in from the Alaskan coast and begun a canvass of the town for business. Then a third had found his way up from Vancouver. For days Timmy Moon had been chartered by Around the World An nie, feverish for artisans, wood workers, glaziers and their sup plies. Olson's discovery of gold had done great things for the morale of the camp. Other placer miners, who had been content with mere panning, now were building rock ers, or going in for greater sluicing operations. The whole psychology of the camp had changed, while hardware and furnishing stores in Wrangell sold out their supplies and the hur rying airplanes roared onward to Juneau and Sitka, there to load up from new sources and rush back to the mining camp. "Yeh," said McKenzie Joe, as he watched a ship drop to the lake and taxi to a landing, "everybody's in a hurry. They could go for months without glass in their windows ? but now they've got to have it by the next 'plane. That's the trou ble with a new gold diggin's. No body wants to let it stay the way you fouftd it." Then suddenly he asked Ham mond, "You going to work with me today on that upper shaft, or are you still sticking to Loon creek?' Hammond began to file the rag ged edge of a long-handled shovel. "Don't you think it's up to us to get as much gold out of that creek placer as we can? We'll have to be hiring men soon." The older man shot him a quick glance. "That's the fourth or fifth time you've brought that up," he said. "Well?" asked Hammond. "Didn't we talk it over the other night?" "We didn't come to any decision." ?T did." "That doesn't make two of us." A certain asperity had grown up between the two; looking back, Hammond felt that McKenzl* Joe's nature had become steadily sourer ever since the first arrival of Tim my Moon's airplane and its pas sengers. Jack had resented that, as though it were an implied insult to the girl he laved. "Look here, Joe. We've' got to get our money out of this discov ery. We can't stay here forever." "Seems to me," McKenzie Joe said, as he looked out over the valley, "when we found this place, we both figured it was where we were going to settle down? that w# had a life job." "We're not going to have a year's job, if we don't find that older bed rock. That Loon creek placer won't be enough for us." "It's enough for me right now," the older man said. "I ain't ever seen that much money before." Hammond bent over the shovel blade. "Our ideas are different thgre." "You mean, you've let some body change 'em for you." Hammond threw down the shov el; it clattered on the wooden floor. "I'm getting tired of that. If you've got anything to say about Kay Joyce, come out and say it." The other man glanced at him over his shoulder. "Did I mention any names?" h? asked quietly and moved away to ward the upper diggings, a new test shaft, somewhat distant from camp and rather deep in the for est, by which they sought the bed rock. Hammond did not follow. Instead, with the shovel over his shoulder, he headed for the placer workings along the creek. It was a rejuvenated camp through which he moved. A roar sounded from the lake and Timmy Moon's airplane took off for Wrangell. From far away came the sound of hammers over at Around the World Annie's, on the Alaskan side; a tiny town had begun there; she called it Whoopee. As Hammond walked on, he passed a squat Siwash squaw, gleaming in a new shawl of wildly checkered design, an importation by air. X11C11 lie ucvaiuc anai*; uiai owiiic one was calling him. It was Jeanne Towers, waving excitedly from the doorway of her cabin store. "I've almost sold out!" she ex claimed, as he approached. I'm go ing to send in another order tomor row. Larry Baine, he's the one with the all-metal Junkers, is going to bring me back a whole list of stuff from Fourcross." "That's the way a business grows," Hammond bantered. "Two hundred dollars for a claim, doubled all in a couple of weeks." Jeanne laughed, tipping her home-made gold scales with a toy ing finger. "Well, nearly doubled. I hope I do it again.' "And a dozen times after that. Then I'll know where to borrow if the gold-mining business plays out!" He went on then, at last to reach Loon creek. Kay was not yet there; it was still breakfast time in most of the camp. But Bruce Kenning was moving aloi\g the stream, to ward one of his claims a quarter mile beyond. A few hundred yards up the stream, where the raw-boned Olson scooped the earth by great shovelfuls into his sluice, was Mrs. Joyce. Hammond saw her there often; now and then he had found Olson sitting on the veranda of the Joyce cottage, talking of wander ings in many lands in his search for gold, while Mrs. Joyce gave far more than her usual monosyl labic rejoinders. There was some thing about the man which seemed to fascinate her. Suddenly he ceased his musings. Bruce Kenning had come beside him. "How's the work going with Mc Kenzie Joe?" he asked quietly. Hammond shrugged his shoul ders. "I haven't been able to get any where. He still wants to put down one hole at a time and give the rest of his life to it." Kenning frowned. "You can't have that. I'm con vinced that the old river bed lies over toward the British Columbia hills." He chuckled. "I wish it were the other way around ? all my claims are in the other direction." Hammond grinned. "Well, you can't say I didn't tell you." "Oh, you're talking about that stuff I bought from Jeanne Towers. I've added to that a great deal ? on the chance that somebody around here would want it. But everybody's looking the other way. Just as well. I'm obligated to turn over some worthless claims to an English syndicate." ??mat s oeyona me." "Something I took over out of what was left when Joyce died. I guess the house is crooked. They say frankly they probably won't de velop the property. They just want something cheap in a live mining camp." "A stock-selling scheme, probab ly." "I haven't much doubt of it. Be glad to have the thing over." "So would I." Hammond felt h* could share Kenning's repugnance. He was fired these days with tha thought of new gold, clean money. The eagerness had been mounting ever since that night when Kay had told him her decision. To get gold for Kay? his hands clawed for gold, his mind was centered upon little else. "How deep do you think we'll have to go to reach that old bed rock?" "A lot deeper than you'd imagine ? ninety to a hundred and twenty feet. From my study of the rtrat. I can't see any other answer." (TO BE CONTINVED) IN ROUMANIAN Gypsy Girl on a Bucharest Street. iiTOarro oj nauonai vjcoktsdiuc aocieir, Washington, D. C.?WNU Scrriee. IN ROUMANIA, East and West are so interwoven it is diffi cult to see where one leaves off and the other begins. Perhaps the countless invasions which have swept her land may partly account for this strange blending of Orient and Occident. Each invader, whether he be Ro man, Hun, Pole, or Turk, has left his strong imprint on the nature of the people. Though Paris may be France, Bu charest is hardly Roumania. This capital has almost nothing in com mon with the country. It is a gay, cosmopolitan city, often, if not apt ly, called the Little Paris of the Balkans. Its streets are crowded with smartly dressed women, officers re splendent in their colorful uniforms and gold braid, and men and wom en of the foreign colonies, who con trast strikingly with peasants in na tive dresses and gypsies in rags and tatters. Its restaurants and coffeehouses, always famous for good food, are abuzz with the latest political rumors and gossip. The opening, in the autumn, of parliament by the king is a bril liant event. For several blocks and for hours, the palace guards in their bright blue uniforms, high patent leather jack boots, shining helmets with white horsehair plumes, stand smartly at attention until the mem bers of parliament, the diplomatic corps, the army generals, and the king have passed. The great moments are the ar rival and departure of the king, in an open landau. Footmen in satin breeches, long coats of brocade, and three-cornered hats, and a ferocious coachman cracking his whip at six milk-white or coal-black stallions, on whose backs rid* pos tilions in bright red hunting cos tumes, add to the striking medieval picture. You find it fun in winter to hire an open sleigh drawn by horses bedecked with bells and red rib bons, and driven by a coachman in a high fur caciula (cachoula), a tall astrakhan cap, long velvet coat, and wide girdle of metal. The wide avenue leading up to the Arc de Triomphe, past a pretty little race course and the golf links of the Country club is a miniature suggestion of the Champs Elysees in the French capital. Many stately palaces and homes line its streets. Roumania has gone modern in her new houses and apartments. Uood music, many unnrcnes. There is much music other than in the cafes. Bucharest boasts of rather good opera during the winter and a really fine symphony fre quently plays modern music. The National theater is well pa tronized and plays by Roumanian and foreign authors are given. Once ornate, the building is now shabby, although an air of faded elegance still pervades the place. The Parliament buildings and the Roumanian Orthodox church stand on the summit of the only hill in Bucharest. Bucharest is a city of churches. From everywhere can be seen ris ing the rounded domes of the Rou manian Orthodox church. The peo ple are religious, but matter-of-fact about it. Despite the Slavic influ ence, there is no mysticism here. Religion is simply a part of every day life. The church is like a pro tective father, and they respond with a simple faith. Down by the banks of the Dambo vita, which Eddie Cantor made fa mous in one of his songs, i a the great market, where flowers, fruit, food, household goods, and Rou manian handiwork are sold In the open booths of peasants and petty tradespeople. Because so many peasants are unable to read, signs on many stores and shops are illustrated with pictures of the articles for sale within. Around Bucharest the country is not unlike the agricultural state of Kansas. Here is a tremendous wheat and corn region. Visitor* love to go through the villages in this fertile district. Crazy little Rube Goldberg houses, whose white washed walls are painted in aoft pastel shades and decorated with borders of flowers or animals, pre sent an amusingly shaky aspect along the streets. Roumania is one of the few countries now left in' Europe whose peasants usually dress in native costume. The Roumanian peasant is lovable. Always gracious, courteous, and goodnatured, he is industrious, yet somewhat inefficient. He works hard in his fields and forests, but always in a primitive manner, us ing the crude tools of his forefath ers. Spend a summer in a small cot tage in Predeal, at the top of the Carpathian Pass, on the boundary line between the "Old Kingdom" and Transylvania. During your holi days you have many opportunities to observe the ancient methods of work followed by the peasants. How Peasants Wash Clothes. You will be particulary im pressed with the native manner of washing clothes. The laundress builds a fire in the yard beneath a large iron pot, in- which she puts the clothes to boil. Then, In a large wooden trough hewn from a log, she rubs and washes the garments with her hands, without even the aid of a washboard. Next, she wrings out the heavy linen with her own hands. Backbreaking work it is, but the clothes emerge spot lessly white. With an old-fashioned iron, kept hot by a small charcoal fire in side, she presses them. She, no doubt, would scorn the electric washing machines and irons so es sential to American housewives. Politically. Roumania traveled to ward the left after the war,, as have in a degree most of the countries of the Near East. The large landhold ings were expropriated and the acres sold to the peasants on easy terms, the result of which was to place the peasant in a more ad vanced position than he had ever known. The land was appraised on a basis of reasonable value, and the gentry given Roumanian bonds in compensation for the land. When subsequently the nation went off the gold standard and her money depreciated, these bonds became al most worthless. Since 1926, however, her currency has been among the most stable. In the Danube Delta country, dur ing the spring and summer, many camps of gypsies are found. They carve out of wood huge water troughs, all variety and manner of cooking utensils, washing equip ment, etc, .With their wild animal eyes, scraggly black locks, wretch edly dirty, and clad in rags, gypsies are a proof of the disillusionment of reality. Ill the Danube Delta Country. The delta country covers a tre mendous area spreading between the three branches of the Danube. Most important of Danube chan nels is the Sulina, which carries most of the river traffic coming down from far-off Germany, Aus tria, Hungary, Yugoslavia, and Czechoslovakia. The European Commission of the Danube, which assures free naviga tion of the river, struggles constant ly to keep the silt, washed down from half of Europe, from clogging up this artery- to the Black sea. On the Danube's banks are two important ports, Galiti and Braila, which receive vessels of ocean draft. Principal exports are wheat, barley, corn, lumber, end some oil. The bird life of the delta is won drous beyond description. Many rare and beautiful birds are here for the looking. Hire at fifty cents for the day, a black, flat-bottom row boat, and slip silently through the reeds and narrow channels of he delta. Suddenly you surprise per haps 200 pelicans, which, webfotted and gross, make their get-away quickly. You may happen on a flock of wild swans sailing about in quiet dignity. Among the rarer varieties of duck is a snow-white bird with an emerald-green head and bill. Egrets, flamingos, cormor ants, wild geese, many kinds of ducks, herons, and cranes sre listed among the commoner varieties of bird life. Constanta, Roum aula's most im portant port, still bears traces of the Turkish occupation of Dobruja prov ince, which is reflected in its shsbby mosque and the red fezzes of many of its boatmen. STAR DUST jMovie ? Radio it By VIRGINIA VALE -ki BITTERLY does Miriam Hop kins regret the day last year when she told an inter viewer that her judgment on screen stories for herself was infallibly bad. Whenever she gets balky about working in a picture selected for her, Sam Goldwyn reminds her of her own admission. Then he goes on to point out that she thought "Splendor" was a fine story and that she did not like "These Three." The latter was her greatest success, "Splendor" brought nothing but complaints from the customers. Recently she. completed "Woman Chases Man" and at the preview the audience roared with delight so continuously that it was necessary to take It back to the studio and in sert some scenes to slow up the ac tion so that laughter would not drown out the good lines. If you have ever wanted to be a screen star, if you have ever even longed to visit Hoi lywuou, men n Star Is Bom" is a picture you will adore. It is so in gratiating, it i> hard to imagine anyone who would not enjoy it. Janet Gaynor and Fred ric March play the roles of the girl who 5uca w uvu/ nwu ? and makes good, Fredrtc the man who helps Mareh her and who loses his public just as she is winning hers. An old, old story certainly, but pre sented in a fresh manner, with gay, bantering lines, glimpses of studios and cafes and parties in Hollywood. Here Janet proves that she is a mature actress, not just an appeal ing ingenue. There are delightful comedy scenes where Janet broad ly burlesques Garbo and Crawford and Hepburn. Only the . three or four ranking stars in any studio are given little portable bungalow dressing rooms parked right at the side of the set where they are working, so Robert Taylor was rather surprised when he went out to work in "Broadway Melody" to find George Murphy and Buddy Ebsen occupying a most elaborate one. Seeking out the busi ness manager, he asked if he couldn't have ? dressing room on the set since he had so many cos tume changes to make. "What's the matter with the one we gave you?" the business manager de manded angrily, stalking out on the set. Then he spied Ebsen and Murphy and bellowed "Those clowns are at it again," and promptly moved them out. When Lanny Ross abandons the "Show Boat" program shortly, Charles Winninger, the original be loved Cap'n Andy is expected to re tain, bat Eddie Cantor thinks that Winninger will be much to busy making pictures. He says Winnin ger is a knockout in the new Cantor picture "All Baba Goes to Town." James Stewart is so worried for fear M-G-M will change their minds about lending him 10 rv rv w iu ymy opposite Ginger Rogers that he has stopped having the phone answered at his house, and spends most of his time in a far away conler of the RKO lot where they are unlikely to locate him. To add further Ginger difficulties to the Ebsen spends most of his time on his new boat and when the studio wants him they have to dispatch a man to the dock who can holler "Eben" good and loud. ODDS AND ENDS ? Warner Brother, wouldn't ask Belle Davis to I ohm a tup porting rolo in "Gentleman After Mid night, the net c Leslie Htncard-CHivia da Haviland picture, but tha surprised them by asking far it .. . Basil Rathbone hat a chance to May a hero at last in Bobby Breen's new ptcturs, "Make a Wish" , . , Paul Muni rehearses his lines by speak ing them into a hone recording machine , than listening to them , . . Sidney Black mar rehearses in a room with five mir rors placed at various angles so that ha can saa himself all around . . . Betty Fumess has a charm bracelet from which dangle a dozen or so fraternity pins. She claims sha picked them up at a pawn shop, but considering her popularity with coUaga boys all tha folks arourul tha studio are frankly dubious . , . Victor Moore's sou and daughter are making their screen debuts in his RKO picture, "Missus Amarica" , , . John Baal recently rented tha House formerly occupied by charlas Laughum fa Bollywood, but didn't gat around la explore tha teller until recently. He thimgm ha might fas d Rogers lives of phone studio operators, Buddy THE CHEERFUL CHERUB] I love tke nj^Kt so soft ?jvd deep, I love tKe cheerful dfc.y. I almost h*.te to go to sleep And miss some time thvt wi y. *w. v^> WNU Service. UrucLz Phil t The Real People ? The solid gold in human char acter is all that holds society to gether. We realise what an offense swearing is when a woman in dulges in it. Wounded vanity makes the bit terest enemies. Could We But Hear ? We laugh over the "private lives" of the ancients. What will posterity think is the funniest about ours? You can not really like an ego tistic man, but at times you ad mire him. True history is the record of the progress of the human spirit. A woman with little money, but much taste, will make a small, shabby house into "a vineclad cottage." Sure death ams l to U, but htnMi'i Aat Food is i ? ? mi ?loog window*, dooo, tow pin vixn mm o*ne and gB. Sefit. E&cme 24 hooEie*F. PETERMANS ANT FDdD Hold to Ton Friends The friends thou hast and theii adoption tried, grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel. ? Wil liam Shakespeare. CARDUI In this modern time something wonderfully worth while emn be dooe for practically every woman who suffers from functional pains of menstruation. Certain cases can be relieved by taking CardnL Other* may need a physician's treatment. Cardul has two widely demon strated uses: (1) To ease the im mediate pain and nervousness of the monthly period ; and (2) to aid In building np the whole system by helping women to get more strength from their food. Wild Anger Small fits of anger are like campfires that are likely to be come forest fires if not extin guished. . Don't Steep '? When Gas Presses Heart If you want to really OIT RIO OF OAS and terrible Moating, dost expect to do it by Juat doctoring your etomacn with harsh. Irritating alkaliea and "gaa tab lota." Moat OAS la lodgod In the stomach and uppor intaatina and Is dua to old poloonoua mattor In tha constipated bowala that ara loadad with ill-caualna bacteria. If your constipation la af long stand ing. enormous quantltiaa of dan parous bacteria accumulata. Than your di gestion ia upoat. OAS often praaaaa heart and lunga, making Ufa miaarabla. You cant aat or alaap- Your haad aches. Your back aches. Your com plexion la sallow and pimply. Your breath la foul. You ara a sick, grouchy, wretched unhappy paraon. YOUR SYSTEM IS POISONED Thouaanda of sufferers have found In Adlerlka tha quick, aclentiflc way te rid their syatama of harmful bactarla. Adlerlka rids you of gas and daana foul poiaona out of BOTH upper and lower bowala. Qtva your bowala a REAL cleanaing with Adierika. Oat rid of OAS. Adlorlka daaa not grips ?4a not habit forming. At all Leading Onigglrta. DAISY FLY KILLER WNU ? 4 20?37 CLASSIFIED DEPARTMENT REAL ESTATE
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