The Daily Alaska empire Newspaper, June 21, 1929, Page 6

GOILD BULILETS harles G.Boo |o' them crookit co'rts whur a sncxi law; in make a old cuss like me st he killed his mother! Yer SYNOPS Lucy I;r.x‘z-ly married to Jerry with a murder accusation hanging over him! Peacon drops the charge, con- |fixin' to stretch me neck.” yinced that Dillon is the mur- | ed my hand. derer. A mysterious telephone | “Shet up, or iUl stake ye out for call—Dillon—who is he the buzzards!” he screamed. “Hain't flashes a challenge to Pecbles |1 peen told if ye ain’t six foot un- over the wire. Pecbles speeds the Skull by sun-up theyll be| back to Tor to mect Og- n' me swear I killed Andry den’s slayer. As he steps from | Ogden when I didn't, and crackin’ his car, a bullet whistles over |me neck for it?” his bead. He goes to the de- | Gpyigqly Dillon had been Talk- serted Lundy saloon, finds a | tc him. Anything I might| Mght in' the “secret room™ on . then, would be of no avail the second floor. Entering the | o finish me in a minute or so. | room, he starts to inspect s | hooporately I sought for some eontents when a terrifying | 0405 of overcoming him, when a gommand booms out: “Drop your gun and reach!” thought struck me. Dillon was out- side, listening, waiting, and it of- fered the barest chance of success but I'd try it. Chapter 46 THE LAST ILLUSION “Furie,” I said casually, “here is The shrill command smote me | your eyepiece. Don't you want it?” like the blow of a fist. I did not His eyes became almost sane in move. The automatic hung slackly | their expression; his pistol hand from my hand and I knew bette de, and he reach- than to raise it. ropped to I | ed for the lens. called, but I took no notice. Feet pounded on the floor ed, exclamations of horror arose, and a body of people poured in upon me. Deacon and Lucy and | Jerry, han Hyde and Roy Ham- s, | Deacon shouted unsteadily. two-legged varmit!”1 It was then that I caught him samed passionately. I neatly under the point of the chin. “Drop it, the voice sci Peebles’ pistol roared first—Dillon fell—it was Luther MacNair, s | dropped the pistol. “Face rouud He doubled up at the knees and as whur I kin see ye!” |he toppled forward I caught him T swung slowly on my heel. Be- | and laid him out on the floor. fore me was the storeroom, which | Scooping up my automatic, I spun 1, like a fool, had forgotten. At around, expecting Dillon to come first, I did not see Furie, for he pouring into the room, preceeded $tood within the shadows of the |by a fusillade of shots. But he did room, but the barrel of a Colt, then |not, although I knew he was stand- the ancient hand that held it, and [ing out there, waiting, listening. finally, ‘as he emerged, the old He evidently didn’t know what had desert-rat himself. ‘hnppened. ‘Well, I knew what Dil- His appearance at that moment | lon was waiting for! I had saved was the picture I was to retain of “my life, but I wanted him to com- him until the end of my days. The | mit the overt act. I wanted him to wild rage of his face transfixed me. |attack me. His lips ‘were froth-flecked and it My eyes fell on the dummies and eame upon me overwhelmingly that all at once I knew what I was go- the man was murderously insane ing to do. Imitating Furie's high- and that I had been nearer death pitched voice, I shrilled: than I ever had been. | “Yer head or yer belly—whur’ll “Well, I cotehed ye!” he shrilled. ye have it?" “Was it you who fired on me?” “I was peeling off Furie's incredi- 1 inquired. He seemed to hnve?ble shirt. accustomed himself to the loss of | “No, no! For God's sake, no!” I his eight-sided lens. |eried in an agonized voice. “Don't “war!” he shouted. “Pity T did jshoot! Don't!” pot plug ye! I'd o' been saved the| The shirt was off. I was slipping trouble o' doing it now. Whur'll ye it over Napoleon’s head. have it—in the belly or the head?" “Furie!” I pleaded. “They'll get “But what have I done to you?” 'you. They'll crack your neck!” 1 demanded casually. | The shirt was on. So was the “What have ye don?” he scream- iastonishing hat. I toppled Sitting ed. “Whut—whut—whut—" |Bull into the shadows against the Bpeech left him, he shook his Im.‘uorth wall, lowered the light, scoop- at me, waving the pistol in my led up the pistol. face. His rage, indeed, finally, “Furie!” I screamed. “Don’t shoot! pitched him over the summit of Dillon lied to you!" his emotions and for perhaps three| I fired once, twice at the ceiling. seconds, his strength spent, he| As I staggered back and sank in slood and simply quivered and glar- a heap against the south wall, the ed at me. door flew open and Dillon rushed In that moment of silence I heard |in, pistol in hand. A glance at the creak of a board. Some one'my limp body, and he fired ‘once, was coming up the stair. I hadtwice, thrice, at the wax figure in peen groping about in my mind for {the absurd straw hat. Then a the explanation of Furie's insane |long, throaty cry of rage broke from and suddenly I found it; and his lips and he lunged toward the plso saw as clearly as if a ray |straw-hatted figure. “ light had pierced my brain| I had risen silently. had been prepared for me.| “Hands up, Dillon.” g was diabolically clever, as any| He was whirling on his heel, his of Dillon’s would be—and still smoking pistol leaping up at creak of a board had betrayed me. I shot him once, twice, through |the heart and his own weapon blew a hole in the floor. My last {shot had spun him around so that he faced the door through which he had burst to enact his pretense RLESS HIS LIL HEART, AINT ELMER THE swarthy face. He crumpled at, the knees, and pitched through the door into the blackness of the gal- lery. My legs gave way beneath me and I dropped to the floor; the pistol slid from my hand. I could not have moved or uttered a word to e my life. The blare of motor horns broke the desert stillness. There was some shouting and my name was rond, and Thompson, the police| detective. “Uncle John, Uncle John, Uncle | John!" Lucy sobbed. She had! drawn my head to her breast and| was bathing my bald spot with her | tears. “That—that man out there!" “Dillon,” T mumbled. “Dillon!” he roared, as if he were beside himself. “I tell you i Luther MacNair!” | “And who is Dillon but Luther MacNair?” I asked wearily. (Copyright, 1929, Wm. Morrow Co.) Andrew Ogden’s murderer brought to justice—how did Peebles solve the mystery? He explains in tomorrow’s chapter. - eee DOUGLAS NEWS GIRL CAMPERS RETURN HOME THE DAILY ALASKA EMPIRE FRIDAY JUNE 21,1929, WHY? DIDNT You NOTICE THE SWELL BOX OF CANDY HE'S BRANG HER AN’ HOw AFFECTIONATELY HE HUGS HER? . HALIBUT PRIC! seec0ocevooe SEATTLE, June -One vessel with 8,000 pounds of halibut ar-| 18% and 12 - PRINCE RUPERT, B. —Sixty-three thousand | June 21 { poun(ls of The six young girls who have | been camping at Point Louise or ! the Glacier highway for the DflS(‘ week, and their chaperon, Mr Rose Davis, returned to Dougls last evening with' reports of having | had a fine outing. In the group | were Margery Fox, Josephine Kil-| burn, Vieno Wahto, Elizabeth Sey, | Mae and Roberta Fraser. Ed An- drews supplied the Lmns]\)m't.aLion> for the girls, both going and com-: ing. —_———— | ASBESTOS MINE TO BE | WORKED, LARGER SCALE With a good load of provisions | and other supplies, August DeRoux | left yesterday on the boat May-| flower for his asbestos mine on Ad- miralfy Island. Mr. DeRoux has | seven men employed there at pres- | ent but expects to increase his force to about thirty as soon as! sufficient accommodations are made | available. St i A Mr. and Mrs. Carl Carlson and daughter Mona, who have been on ! States, are expected home on one| a month’s visit with relatives in the | of the next boats. | | “FANGS OF THE WILD” | | AT LIBERTY TONIGHT “Fange of the Wild,” an FBO‘ production starring Ranger whxch‘ is at the Liberty tonight, is saidi to be a fine example of what clean, wholesome and exhilirating enter- tainment may be put. into a doz picture if the director and author! are wise to their business. | This story, by Dorothy Yost and Dwight Cummings, is one in which the smooth trend of the plot is not | marred by a lot of foolish antics on the part of a canine star. 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