Bemidji Daily Pioneer Newspaper, June 17, 1922, Page 2

@ —— __J{Continued from last issue) Kitty looked- at him reproachfully &nd blushed. She seolded him about it after they reached the apartment ‘where they lived. Her new flance defended himself, “He's only a day or two prema-chure, boney. It wasn't hardly worth while explainin’,” he claimed. “A day or two. Oh, Johnnie!” “Sure. I ain’t gonna wait. Wha's the matter with tomorrow?” “I haven't any clothes made,” she evaded, and added by way of diver- slon. “I always liked that kinda gold- en down on your cheeks.” “The stores are full of 'em. An’ we aln’t talkin' about my whiskers—not right now.” “You're a nice old thing,” she whis- pered, flashing into unexpected dim- ples, and she rewarded him for his niceness in a way he thought alto- gether desirable. A crisp, strong step sounded out- side. The door opened and Clay came into the room. He looked at Kitty. “Thank heaven, you're safe,” he said. “Johnnle rescued me,” she cried. “He got shot—in the shoulder.” The men looked at each other. “Bad, Johnnie?” “Nope." A plumb 1i'l scratch. Wha's the matter with you?” A gleam of humor flitted into the eyes ‘of the cattleman. “I ran into a daor.” “8ay, Clay,” Johnnie burst out, “I betcha can’t guess.” His friend laughed in amblable de- rision. “Oh; you kids in the woods. I knew. it soon as I'opened the'door.” He. walked up-to the girl and took her hand. “You got a good man, Kitty. I'm wishin® you all the joy in the world." " Her eyes flnshed softly. “Don’t I know -I've -got: a-good man,-and’ I'm golng to be happler than I deserve.” P L R Tlm Muldoon, in his shirt-sleeves, was busy over a late breakfast when his ‘mother opened the door of the flat to let in Clay Lindsay." . The policeman took.one look at the damaged face and forgot the plate of ham and eggs that had just been put before him. “Yuh've been at it ngain 1" he cried, his Irish eyes lighting up with antici- patory enjoyment. “I had a little set-fo with friend Jerry last night,” the westerner ex- plained. “Another? What's the trouble mow?” “You heard about the girl abducted in an auto from, the Bronx?" “Uh-huh! Was Jerry in that?” “He was. Il tell you the whole . story, Tim.” “Meet my mother first. Mother— Mr. Lindsay, - Yuh've heard me talk av him.” Mrs. Muldoon’s blue Irish eyes twinkled. She was & plump and am- ple woman, and her handshake was firm and strong. “I have that. Tim thinks yuh a ‘wonder, Mr, Lindsay.” Clay told the story/of his encounter with Durand on thejtrain and of his subsequent meetings'with him at the “You Bate Him! | can see it in Your Eye!” Cried Muldoon, Pounding the ' Table So That the Dishes Jumped. Sea Siren and on the night of the poker party. He made elisions and emendations that removed the bed- room scene from the tale, “So that's when yuh met Annie Mil- likan,” Tim said. “I was wonderin® how yuh knew her.” “That's when I met her. She's one fine girl, Tim, a sure-enough thorough- bred. She has fought against heavy odds all her life to keep good and hon- est. And she’s done it.” “She has that,” agreed Mrs. Mul- doon, heartily, “Annie is a good girl, I always liked her.” Cop\;nghl’ by ‘Mflmm MocLaod Rasne “I'd bet my last chip on Annle. So last night T went straight to her. She wouldn't throw down ‘Slim’ Jim, but she gave me an address. I went there and ‘met Durand.” “With his gang?’ asked Tim. “Noj; I waited till they had gone. I locked myself in a room alone with him. He took eight shots at me in the dark and then we mixed.” “You bate him! I can see it in your eyt cried Muldoon, pounding the table so that the dishes jumped. “You'll have to ask him about that.” Clay passed to more fmportant facts. “When I ‘reached home Kitty was there. They had dropped her in the park to make a safe getaway.” “That’s good.” “But Tim—when Annie Millikan gave me the address where Jerry Du- rand was, the driver of my taxi saw her. The man was ‘Slim’ Jim.” Muldoon sat up, a serious look on his face. “Man, yuh spilt the begns that time. How’'d you ever come to do it? They'll take it out on Annie, the dogs.” The eyes of the policeman blazed. “Unless we stand by her. First we've got to get her away from there to some decent place where she'll be safe.” Mrs. Muldoon spoke up. “And that's easy. She'll Just take our spare bedroom and welcome, Sure the girl needs a mother and a home. An' I don’t doubt that she'll pay her way.” “Then that's settled. Will you see Annfe, Tim? Or shall 1?” “We'll both see her. But there's another thing. Wil she be safe here?” “I'm goin’ to have a talk with ‘Slim’ Jim and try to throw a scare into him. I'll report to you what he says.” They took a trolley to the lodging house where Annie lived. The girl looked pale and tired. Clay guessed she had slept little. The mem- ory of “Slim" Jim's snarling face had stood out in the darkness nt the foot of her bed. “Is this a pinch?” she nskefl Tim, with a pert little tilt to her chin, “Yuh can call it that, Annie. Moth- er wants yuh to come and stay with us. You're not safe here. That gang will muke yuh pay somehow for what yuh did.” “And if your motlier took me fin they'd make her pay. You'd maybe lose your job." “rd find another. I'm thinkin' of quittin’, anyhow.” “I don't think they’d get Tim,” put In Clay. “I'm goin’ to see Collins and have a talk with him.” “You can't salve Jim with soft soap.” “Did I mention soft soap?” “I heard some one most killed Jerry Durand last night,” sald Annle abrupt- ly, staring at Lindsay’s bruised face. “Was it you?" “Yes,” sald the Arizonan simply. “Did you get, the girl?” “They dropped her to save them- selves. My friend found her with a man and took her from him.” “I lope you did up Jerry right!” cried Annie, a vindictive flash in her dark eyes. “I haven't called him up this mo'n- in’ to see how he’s feelin',” said Clay whimsically. “Miss Annle, we're wor- ried some about you. Mrs. Muldoon is right anxious for us to get you to come and stay awhile with her. She's honin’ to have a IIl girl to mother. Don’t you reckon you can go?” “I—I wish yuh'd come, Annie” blurted out Tim, looking down his nose. “I'm an alley cat you're offerin’ to take in and feed, Tim Muldoon,” she charged suspiciously, “Yul're the girl—my mother loves.” He choked on the tmpulsive avotval he had almost made and finished the sen- tence awkwardly. The girl's face softened. Inside, she was a river of tenderness flowing toward the Irlshman. “I'll go to your mother, Tim, if she really wants me,” she sald almost in a murmur. “You're shoutin’ now, Miss Annie,” said Clay, smiling. “She sure wants you. TI'll hit the trail to have that talk with Jim Collins.” He found “Slim” Jiw at his. stand. That flashily dressed young crook eyed him with a_dogged and wary defiance. He had just come from a call at the bedside of Jerry Durand and he felt a healthy respect for the man who could @do what this light-stepping young fellow had done to the cham- pion rough-houser: of New. York. The story Jerry had told was of an assault from behind with a club, but this Col- 1ins did not accept at par. There were too many bruises on his sides and cuts on his face to be accounted for in any way except by a hard“toe-to-toe fight. “Mo'nin’, Mr, Collins. I left you in a hurry last night and forgot to pay my bill. What's the damage?” asked Clay in his gently ironic drawl. “Sggu” Jim growled something the meaning of which was drowned in an <% oath. “You say it was a free ride? Much obliged. That's sure falr enough,” ‘| Clay went on easily, “Well, I didn’t come to talk to you about that, I've got other business with you this mo'n- ) The chauffeur looked at him sullen- 1y and silently. - “Suppose we get, inside the cab, where we can talk comfortably,” Clay proposed. “Slim” Jim stepped into the cab and sat down, 'Clay followed him, closing Ahre door. 1 ‘1" "“Have “you seen Jerry Durand this it sunny mo'nin’?” asked Llndlay. with | surface amiability. “Wot's it to you? deml‘nded Col- lins. $ “Not & thing, Nothi lvh“, ngreed Clny “But it may be somethin'.to you. T'm kinda wonderin’ whether 1 have to do to you whlt 1 did to hlm." “Slim” . Jim mchM for flu door hastily. A strong, sinewy hand fell on his arm and tightened, slightly twisting the flesh as the fingers sank deeper. Collins let out a yell. “Gawd! Don’t do that. You're killin’ me.” “Beg yore pardon. ‘An accident, Tt I get annoyed I'm liable to hurt with- out meanin’ to,” apologized Clay, suavely. “I'll come right down to brass tacks, Mr. Collins. You're through with Annie Millikan. Unde@tnnd?" “Say, wot t'ell’s this stuff yon re pip- in’? Who @ you t'lk youse are?” “Never you mind who I am. You'll keep away from Annie from now on— absolutely. If you bother her—if any- thing happens to her—well, you go and take a good long look at Durand before you make any mistakes.” “You touch. me an’ I'll croak you. See!” hissed Collins. “A gun-play?”’ asked Clay pleasant. ly. “Say, there's a shootin™-gallery round: the. corner. Come along. I wantta' show' you somethin’.” “Aw, ‘g0 to/h—11" ’ The sinewy hand moved again to- ward the aching muscles of the gun- man. Collins changed his mind hur- riedly. “All right. I'll come,” he growled. Clay tossed a dollar down on the counter, took a .22 and aimed at the row of ducks sailing across the gal- lery pool. Each duck went down as it appeared. He picked up a second rifie and knocked over seven or eight mice as they scampered across the target screen, With a third gun he snuffed the flaming eye from the right to the left side of the face that grinned at him, then with another shot sent it back again. He smashed a few clay pipés by way of varlety. To finish off with, he scored six center shots in a target and rang a bell each time. Not one single bullet had failed to reach its mark. The New York gunman had never seen such speed and accuracy. He was impressed in spite of the insolent sneer that still curled his lip. ; “Got a six-shooter—a tohty five?" ~asked Clay of the owner of the gal- lery. “No» “Sorry. I'm not much with:a rifle, but I'm a good average shot:with:-a six-gun. I kinda take to it natural.” They turned and walked back to the cab. Collins fell into the Bowery strut. “Tryin’ to throw a scare into me,” he argued feebly. “Me? Oh, no. You mentioned soft music and the preacher. Mebbeso. But it's llable to be for you if you monkey with the buzz-saw. I'm no gun sharp, but no man who can’t empty a revolver In a shade better than two seconds and put every bullet inside the rim of a cup at fifteen yards wants to throw lead at me. You see, I hang up my bat in Arizona. I grew up with a six-gun by my side.” “I should worry. This is little old New York, not Arizona,” the gangman answered. “That's what yore boss Durand thought. What has It brought him but trouble? Lemme give you some- thing to chew on. New York's the big- gest city of the biggest, freest' country on God's® green footstool. You little sewer rats pull wires and think. you run it. Get wise, you poor locoed gink. You run it about as much as that fly on the wheel of yore taxi drives the engine. Durand’s the whole works by his way of it, but when some one calls his bluft see where he gets oft.” “He ain't through with you yet,” growled “Slim” Jim, sulkily. “Mebbe not, but you—you’re through with Annie.” Clay caught him by the shoulder and swung him round. His. eyes bored chilly into the other man: “Don’t you forget to remember not to forget that. Let her alone. Don’t.go near her or play any tricks to hurt her. Lay off for good. If you don't— well, you'll pay heavy. I'll be on the Job personal to collect.” Clay swung away and strode down the street, light-heeled and lithe, the sap of vital youth in every rlpnunx muscle, “Slim” Jim watched him, fil hatred.? If ever he got a gn@l ncg‘ at him_ it would be curtain§ e zuy frdm Arizona, he swore: nuly. CHAPTER XIV Johnl\l. Says He Is Much Beatrice, Just back from riding wlth Bromfidld, stood on the steps in front of the igrilled door; and strippes gloves from her “I'm on fire with impatience, Bee,” he told her. “I can hardly wait for that three weeks to pass. The days drag when I'm not with you.” He was standing a step or two be- low her, a graceful, well-groomed fig- ure of case, an altogether desirable catch in the matrimonial market. His dark hair, parted in the middle, was beginning to thin, and tiny crow’s- Caxibas | tafued the Tight, sifin figare ‘of youth. 1t ought not to be hard to love Claren- don Bromfield, his fiancee reflected. Yet he disappoiniingly falled to stir her pulses. She smiled . with friendly derislon. “poor -Clary! You don't look like a Vesuvius ready to erupt. You have such remarkable self-control.” His' smile met hers. “I can’t go up and down the street ringing a bell like. a town crig everybpdy 1 meet.” Roynd the corner of the. house a \olce*\nfls lrted in tune]esnxsong. 1'gi't gat-a nickel, nd I doi't glve'a derm. whén T meet ‘a pretty girl, ou het Fwill o try, 11l make her mv l'ttie wite, . hog ror s 5 “You see Johnnfe isn’t ashamed to shout - out hls ‘good- intentions,” she said. “Johnnie isn't engaged to the love- liest creature under heaven. He doesn’t have to lie awake nights for fear the skies will fall and blot him out before his day of blis: . Beatrice dropped a little curtsy. She Beltrami- County, Minnesota. THOMAS J. MEIGHEN HOMER MORRIS THE BEMIDJI DAILY PIONEER . and shouting it out' to Put a cross mark (X).opposite the name of the candidate for whom you wish to vote. UNITED STATES SENATOR IN CONGRESS heéld out tier hiaud T aisml tomorrow, Clary.” As Bromfield turned away, Johnnie came round a corner of the house, dragging a garden hoge. He was at- tacking another stansa of the song: There's ‘hara times on old Bitter Crok That never can be beat. It was root hog or die @ y‘\. Under every wagon sheet. i W&:lured up all the Indiang, (Continued in Next hr'.ol | w. - Horss Ate Way to.Safety. A farmer in_Saskatchew. . .one morning, found his straw stack - had collapsed during the night, ‘and - that an old horse was’missing. He con- cluded that the animal was dead un- der the straw. A week later a man .passing the straw pHe saw the ‘old horse's hoofs “sticking out and saw| them move.. The straw was jmmedi- ately cleared awny and it was found that the old horse had made a tunnel through which he could get air and eat the straw. 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