Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1942-05-30

Once in the Pass .tSeli, the roau
traverses the canyon about a mile
and then all wheeled traffic halts.
A score or more summer and
weekend cottages are perched pre-.
cariously on the canyon walls and
n few of them are occupied the
year round. In one of these live
young Tommy Taylor and his
mother.
FORTUNE DWINDLES
In one of the valley communities
A busy little factory is located and
employs Tommy and 30 other per-
sons in the manufacture OF air
plane propellers. Tommy and his
mother have lived in the Pass since
shortly after Mr.. Taylor's death.
The fortune which the head OF a
Los Angeles export firm once pos
sessed had dwindled 10 mort
eaed mansion in Westwood, the
cottage in the Pass, three automo-
biIes and a few thousand dollars
hfe insurance.
Mrs. Taylor sold the two bigger
cars, got rid of the house and with
her young son moved into the little
green mountain cabin. The boy
finished his senior year at Pomona
College and went to work the next
Day in the propeller factory.
when tire rationing came in,
Tommy quit driving back and forth
to his job and bought a bike. 1t
meant getting up earlier in the
morning, as the factory was six
miles away, but he didn't mind any
part of the trip save Son-of-a-Gun
Hill.
And. as l will point out almost
al once, this soon ceased TO be a
burden.
One afternoon when he dis
mounted to push the wheel up the
hill, his mental grumbling slightly
assuaged by the assurance that his
mother would have a piping hot
dinner ready for him, he Spied an
other cyclist just ahead.
It was a girl. He couldn't sec
her face, but what he did see in
trigueed him. A slender figure
engagingly encased in bright blue
shorts and yellow sweater of the
kind known as Sloppy Joe.
In no time at all Tommy hac
caught up with her. She turned
and smiled, and il was a delight.
fully frank and merry smile. She
was so pretty it almost TOOK
Tommy's breath away.
HE'S USED TO 1T
IL see you're going my way"
he said namely. She said it
looked as if she were and
wasn't ii nice day even if il
was sort of warm TO be pushing
q bike up a hill.
He told her he was used to il
riding 10 and from his Job ever
day, and she said she'd bought blk
TO save rubber. too. although Sh,
didn't ride 10 town every day.
They mounted the wheels agail
at the top of Sun-of-a-Gun Hi
and pedaled slowly up the pass.
At the foot of steep flight O
steps leading 10 a cabin built O
shingles and pine slabs. the cir
halted. Here, she said, lis wher
/ get off. -
He said he hoped 10 sec he
again. Il don't know many of tn
people around here he explained
He forgot 10 ask her name. teI
her his. But now he knew wher
the girl lived When he reache
home, a quarter of a mile up N
Pass, he asked his mother. 'Wh
lives in that log cabin by the falls
You know everybody around here.
Mrs. Taylor reSponsed quickly
"Mr. Bender lives there; he's
n lawyer in the city" Tommy
said that Mr. Bender sure had
a pretty daughter. Daughter 90
Mrs. Taylor was puzzled. "He
hasn't any daughter. He's an
old bachelor. lie hardly ever
comes out here except for a few
weeks In July and August"
II was Tommy's turn 10 b
puzzled. He explained about meet
ing a delightful girl on Son-of-j
Gun Hill and how she'd turne
of at the log cabin. Jl
Maybe Mr.. Bender has rented
the place." suggested his mother.
IF he has, he's done II just
lately, or I'd have heard about
A."
Mrs. Taylor was a close frien
of Mrs. Brown. wife of the PFC
prietor Of the Vista Bonita Inr
who knew all the possin for mile