The Daily Alaska empire Newspaper, March 17, 1930, Page 6

AR A NP IV B B2 T e W e S i AT 2.5 THE DAILY ALASKA EMPIRE, MONDAY, MARCH 17, 1930. POLLY AND HER PALS & v 7 BIG SHOT by FRANK L. PACKARD - boy follow you By CLIFF STERRETT g T Capiitatvad) "EvENN MAW) (Yean wERE SHE'S DOWN CELLAR I CODLDNT DRAG AABEME=S T L |5 SUPPER JESS WATIN' (DOIN' A MITE O'WASHIN ME INDOORS . <= GON O COUSIN IN THE SET-TUBS' WHERE CARRIELL BOOTLEG | COLLAR ME! YEURATTIC - 4 THEN ILL SNEAK e UPATTIC! take SYNOPSIS: The day of reck- oning for Enid Howard arrives crisply. “¥You and the them up in your car. I'll the former and tempt to escape, or at- ract attention, shell get a bull hrough her to begin with; and ifter that, there's any chafice of | sur being caught, you'll get you —for then it would be all up, way! What do you say?” “I don't know what y Phil answered coldly. hand. The Big Shot summons help. He believes Martin and Enid conspired to capture him. Enid grows to hope the Big Shot is not her brother. Filled with hate the Big Shot makes her wish come true; he has a web foot; her brother has no physical blemish. o on the third day since she |I'm going for Ma Kane. I've tod out to find her missing [a hunch shell want to be in on brether. Meeting Phil Martin's |this—on account of Sister!” acousations in silence she forces ‘I'll say she 1" Tzzy Myers | him into anether room as the |chuckled hideou Biz Shot returns. The hat she “All righ Shot ) wore on her latest adventure |again. * s of go- \t\\\\\‘\‘\‘\\{\\\' gives her away. [He promises ing out of this He ad- RTIRT she will feel the vengeance of 1 himself to Phil gangland. Phil springs at the v. “You two can v out the| Big Shot and a fight follows— y can be carried the Big Shot gaining the upper t's up to | I've heard about those tips straightl from the stable.” “But this man knows,” murmurcd Jacqueline with a dreamy look and Mr. Brown might have been amazed startled if he had gnown JACQUELINE ON HER OWN X u mean,” | PRICES \ Chapter 37 “You don't have to know—not| and now!" snarled the Big Shot. “But) "5 what little effect his words had in| ENID GOES RIDING : /hich | ; | ON ou heard what I sald. Which| s - Then this despicable character i,ny wiT ¥ A diond x | by RICHARD STARR DG HEE IoMEN L1 WL gt | whom she had striven to save was yu ot 1 A Mr. Brown stared at her with = E E | But before Phil could answer, CHAPTER L a seeing eye, and had promoted pick of the Warwickshire hand the expression of a man in a hyp-' CO X WELL fiot her brother 1t was all a terrible mistake. De- | spite her predicament, tears of joy filled Enid's eyes. A wish in- Bpired by the bestial Ichj\n\c(fl?r Al | ke at tha whbel, ved by the Big Bhot had come! "Guyrfy Myers ordered her into : |the back seat, Phil sat in the seat tantly She had a' faint suspicion in litt) |in front of her. Myers was on that for several weeks past Mr came in little more than a hroken‘her Vatt: ‘s’ gangsér whow ihe 9id|Brown RAA"psen terilE 13 propose her to “Models.” This, A THWARTED YOUNG MAN eline chuckled inwardly a hand touch h hes! , and then close firmly over and she's got all the rest wha from Jacqueline’s point of t standstill before starts as to the good, as it meant £ spread-eagle the field. It's increase of salary. But * Mr like picking up money, my Dell's seeing eye gave promise of ¢ making itself a nuisance if not re- strained. However, Jacqueline flat- tered herself that she could put Mr. Dell in his place if necessary. notic trance. Mr. Brown's losses seemed to have embittered him. | “What were you saying about loving me, Mr. Brown?"” Mr. Brown jumped and pulled! himself together with an effort. “I id I loved you, Jacqueline. I have loved you for months; years,| I think. I have loved you ever Enid stepped toward the door. will go the way we are,” she s They were taken out to the ca A large seven-passenger sedan CHAIRS For a short time only. A Now, what on carth does he 1ean by all that?” murmured Jac- eline inwardly. A hoarse whisper sounded close ne had waited a moment exy Drop in and see them. whisper. ‘‘Yes, you've proved it! And I'm glad, glad, glad—glad that Roy is over there—under the; ground—glad that the Roy 1 Joved | is dead, rather than that he should | be you!” “Go on, help yourself!” The B)g‘ Shot leered at her savagely. “That's| your only play! Keep on pulling it| if you like—but it won't get you anywhere! It wom't wipe out what you did to us last night, or the hoast of that mouthy pal of yours, who was telling the werld he was poing to ride me to the ehair. You—" He stopped abruptly. Enid had heard It, too—the soundl of footsteps on the front stoop. She stole a glance at Phil—and, though it was forced through tightened 1ips | was answered with a heartening smile. The Big Shot crossed the room,) unlocked the door, and flung it open. “Here you are, boys!” he called gruffly. “Come on in here!” And then Enid, watching tensely, saw two men she did not know step{ into the room and, following them, | Jzzy Myers—but Izzy Myers, with| a queer squeaking cry of rage and had halted before he had | ssed the threshold. | Phil Martin!” he squeaked “And Sister!” added the Big Shot | with a coarse laugh. “But I for-! got—you'd never séen her. Meet her now, Tzzy—sometimes she dress- ¢s up the way she dia for Batty Rose last night!” “Gawd!" Tzzy Myers' volce Was a husky whisper ‘now. He was ribbthg his hands unctuously to- gather, his tonguc was cireling his bearded lips greedily. Then, cateh-!| ing sight of the Big Shots bare| foot, he gave a strangled gulp. “Wot the hell!” he muttered. “That's all right!” said the Big Shot curtly. “I'll wise you up about it later” And then the telephone| rang: “Answer that, Izzy, while I get my shoe on. And you two help Mr. Martin to stand up—he doesn't feel very welll” Enid's eyes, in a helpless, invol-| untary way, went around the room. The two men had jerked Phil un-| ceremoniously to his feet and had| shoved him back agaifist the wall; the Big Shot had flung himself into the desk chair again and was pulling on his sock and:shoe. Izzy Myers had picked up the. télephone and was speaking. “Hello!” he sald. “. . . .'No, it's Izzy talking. Yes, he's here. Go on.l spill it! I tell him!” i There was a long silence while] Izzy listened, then he turned to the | Big Shot. “It's Wilkie,” he said.| Yife cays he telephoned here once| before tonight. He says he's gati the low-down slipped to him by| fome friends of ours that Twisty's going to do us cold tonight. He sfys he's dead sure Twisty's got gomething up his sleeve, and wants to know if you donm’t think he'd befter call the trucks off?” "The Big Shot, from lacing his shoe, looked up contemptuously “ell him to forget it!” he snapped. “fye know all about it! Twisty's trying to make a monkey of us by getting us to quit cold—and then giving us the laugh. That's all he's got the nerve to do ,anyhow. Ask Wilkie what he's worrying about. The trucks will be double-manned, just to make sure, and word of that will get back to Twisty fast ‘enough. Tell him to go to it, " damned to Twist {had called it Ahat we're running tonight—and be not recognize sat on her right. She|to her. noticed the Big Shot get into his| But nothing happened. car as they drove off. Brown continued to stare s Soon they were outside the city at the screen and smoke his ci limits. The curtalns were drawn, He smoked it with a desper and she could see very little but carnestness, as if it were a thing the uneven road told her they were |which had to be done at all cost off the paved highway. | With the same desperate ear They drove on and on in silence.|ness he continued to clutch Once she tried to. speak to Phil hand, but his attitude rather sug- but Izzy Myers roughly ordered her|gested that he did not know he to hold her tongue. {was doing it. She did not know where they| It seemed to Jacqueline that he were, or where or what was the had caught hold of her hand in the “Qld Homestead” as the Big 100 | darkness by aceident. was, and to 1 “Perhaps he thinks it's one of his presumably were going. Shelown,” she said to herself. ¥new that with each minute this| For the moment Jacqueline had ride became more full of hauntingljost interest in the screen in the terror and suspense | Nor were her fears les an occasional gleam from lights that penctrated the darkness | of the ear. She saw that both My- ers and the gangster hecld me ing revolvers. She speculated upon their de nation and the fate that was in| store for them. Gradually it came to her; the significance of it all.| They were being taken for 2 ride! (Copyright, Mr. cadily w Frank L. Packard) An improvised prison awaits Enid and Phil tomorrow. e | | | NOTICE | M. S. Northland sailing from Se- attle, March 20th, at 9 p. m. For freight and passenger reservations see ‘D, B. Femmer, Juneau agent Telephone 114. —adv. NOTICE OF HEARING OF FINAL ACCOUNT NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN| that KARL THEILE, as adminis-| trator of the estate of Ferdinand Weaver Umphrey, also known as| Fred Umphrey, deceased, on March | 15, 1930, filed his final account as| such administrator in the United |stress of dominating events. States Commissioner’s and ('X-Of—;looked round discreetly. ficlo Probate Court for the Juneau,| Her eyes having become accus- Alaska, Commissioner’s Precinct, in|tomed to the gloom of the London Juneau, Alaska, and that,said Com- | theatre, she percelved that M. missioner on said day made his Brown had cleverly engineered her order directing the giving of this|to an isolated corner. notice and Appointing May 19, 1930,| She rather tlought'this mfist also at 10:00 o'clock A. M., &s the day|pe an accident. ~Mr. Brown did on which a hearing will be had|pot strike her as a Napoleon of upop any objections to sald final|strategy. But you never could tell account and the settlement thereof, | apont these quiet young men. and all persons are required 0| gyen a man with a chin distinct- appear and present their objections, Iy in retreat, like Mr. Brown's, if any, to said final account and | ,metimes had grit and even brains. the settlement thereof, or to uuyiA large experience of life across & particular item thereof, speciying |y .nery counter had taught Jacque- the particulars of such objecuon.hme many things—among Others, at sald time before said Commis-|yna¢ chins are very little help as an i}{oner 1!1! tJhc Umtidl S]:MES Oou index of character. She leaned ouse, 2t Juneau, Alaska. i % Dated at Juneau, Alaska, Mnrch“:c‘m:;e nearer in the friendly b 15, 1930. 2 . oI don't want to hwrry you, Mr. (Seal) A. W. FOX, 4 {Brown,” she said with added sweet- s Btajes Comatiasiones, and ness, “but when you have quite fin- ex-officio Probate - Judge. g i M 1 ijshed -with my hand I should like i . Hat pRLPaUR0, SRS P it back again. I want to powder Lost, pulitomiion G 0% my nose and that takes two hands, you know.” “Huh!” remarked Mr. Brown. He did not exactly say it, but threw it out gratuitously into the atmos- phere, as if he were finished with it. But he released her hand, and Jacqueline performed mystic rites with a dainty little round card- board box and little round pad, with which she scrubbed her nose unmercifully. In the middle of the operation the lights went out. Jac- queline serenely finished the treat- She | { Izzy Myers repeated the message and hung up the receiver. “What are .you going to do with these iwo?” he demanded. Ly “But the trucks’ll be there!” Izzy Myers's crooked shoulders attempt- ©d expostulation; he wagged his ‘head dubiously. 1, “What's that got to do with it?" rasped thc Big Shot. “Theyll be here long before the trucks—and a time afterward! It may take 2 while for this newpaper snipe where some papers are he want to know about, and isn’'t exactly convenient.” i P | ment. They repaired to a neighboring tea-ship, Jacqueline looking rather severe and still a little worried about her nose; Mr. William Brown in some trouble. He was not bad-looking, even without & chin . . . . |to say, without any chin worth talking abeut. With a chin he would have been approaching handsome. He served at the drap- ery counter of Byram’'s Limited, |which was officially known as an emporium—Jacqueline had been at I breath sweet aids digestion ly Mr. Keswick Dell, the buyer, had looked at the tall, slender girl with After Every Meal T —————————————— i and that is | Mr. Brown lived out; Jaequeline lived in. This was the weekly af- ternoon off; and four times in the last fortnight, Mr. Brown had asked her to accompany him to a v picture show. Jacqueline felt that a declaration of some sort was hanging over her and, as suspense of any kind alwa worried her, she was determined to 1 bring matters to a crisis this eve- ning if possible. She put her bare rcund elbows on the table defiantly, and nibbled a piece of cake. The worst Jacqueline was that when she tended to be and busines: like, she could help lookin wistful. At these moments her sof At Byrams, the slender Jacqueline paraded in the newest creations for patrons to admi brown eyes were calculated to play havoc with the emotional economy of 20 and 60. “Attendez, Mr. Brown!" she said. “What!” ejaculated Mr. Brawn, startled. “I think it's French,” replied Jac- queline. “It means ‘take notice.’ ‘Why did you hold my hand like that just now?” Mr. Brown turned away, and it was quite obvious that he was, in trouble again. “Can't I hold your hand?” he asked. “Of course you can't, Mr. Brown. Yotr ought not to need me to you ‘that.” “Why have you let me take out then?”’ persisted Mr. Br with ‘a hollow note. “Because I've enjoyed it, and I thought you had.” “I have.” “Very well then, we're quits,” said Jacqueline. “I let you take me to the pictures and spend ninepence on 'my seat because I think it's worth mninepence to anybody to have the pleasure of my society. In fact, it’s cheap .at ninepence. But that doesn't include holding my hand.” There was a prolonged pause af- ter this, with Mr. Brown again wrestling internally with emotional storms. So prolonged that Jacque- line’s attention wandered. Two men had just sat down at the table on her left and the face of one of them fascinated her. It was exactly like the face of & horse. “If he looks straight at me,” she said to herself, “I'm absolutely cer=- tain I shall say ‘Gee up’!” “Put your shirt on Prinkipo to- ou n, pot,” “I'm not talking for the sake of | making the air hot—I know, my son. Got it straight from -the horse’s nosebag.” “There!” murmured Jacqueline, “I knew his face must have come jout of a nosebag.” “It's a hundred to one chance,” the drapery counter once, but late- feontinued the man with the face} ilike a horse; “gnd, take it from me, ‘I'm right in the know. to her ear: “Jacqueline, I love you! | since you first came into the drap-| of o of any young man between the nges' tell! morrow, my boy, and you'll make a | Jacqueline heard him say.| She's the ery, when we used to sit opposite each other at mieal-times.” 1t was Mr. Brown, but Jacqueline - the moment had forgotten his trcubles. She looked at Mr. Brown | “Why do you love me, Mr.| ly, and said: “Put your t | Brown?” | on Prinkipo tomorrow, my boy, and|{ “I don’t know. A man| you'll make a pot. “What!" gasped Mr. Brown. , Oh, I'm sd sorr; he returned ently. “You see those two men just going out—one of them with a face like a horse?—well, that | doesn’t know why he loves a girl. He just loves her. I like your face, and your ways . . . and the way you carry yourself in those Paris models . . . And I like the color ! of your eyes, and the color of your is what he was saying to his friend | hair, and the color of . . . of—" just now, and I'm wondering what| “Don’'t you say my nose, Mr. n earth he means by it. What's’Brown, or Tl never speak to you e Warwickshire handicap, Mr.|again.’ 3rown?” | “I love you, Jacqueline, I love “Horse-racing,” answered Brown.|you dear,” ended Mr. Brown, looki: rofoundly miserable. “Well?” said Jacqueline. Mr. Brown blinked. “Mr. Brown,” iauiinured Jacque-| line, s not considered the thing to tell a girl ycu love her un!r.:s: you also tell her that you want to| marry her.” | “I do, I do,” said Brown eagerly. “I was coming to that, Jacqueline, | but you don’t give me time.” The Warwickshire is tomorrow, I | “That’s all right, then,” replied | Jacqueline. “So long as you had kept it in mind. And it's very |kind of you to love e, Mr. Brown. | I like 'most everybody to be a little | bit fond of men, and I shall always | remember what you have said to| me with—er, gratitude.” “And you will marry me, Jac- queline?” “No, I caw't marry you, Mr.| Brown, I'm very sorry to hurt your| feelings, and I hope you will find another nice girl whom you will} like the—the color of, and so on.”! “Why won't you marry me?"” de-i fnanded Mr. Brown hoarsely. | “Because I'm not the sort of girl {for you, and you are not the sort of | man for me, and we should never be happy together.” “But you ate the sort of girl. for me,” insisted Brown. not in touch with beiieve, but I'm “You think so,” returned Jacque- rating nowadays I've had my |line sweetly; “but you don't know fling at that a mug's game.” |Me. I may be the right color, and But Jacqueline wi all that, but you don’t know what | thwarted. There “:asnor:;fn;om:s there is inside me. And, hosides, you're not the sort of man lor me. surpasces the resiste i e ol 8 WOmaN |1 46 to hurt you, Mr. Brown, but e e w_“f;fi'l""f)"c She | must tell you the truth.” {of's man who had a.isfld past (Copyright, 1930, Richard Starr) jeonnected with the turf he reluc- {tantly answered her questions. “Girls don't u stand racing,” |he said in dismissal. “Best thing |for you is to leave it alone, or you'll burn your fingers like I did. Mr. Brown is not Jace idea of bliss. Her r dream is unfolded tomorror, —————— Have you triea the Five oClnck Dinner Specials at Mabry's Cafe? uneau-Young Hardware Company e e Do Y our Repairing Now LUMBER—CEMENT—SHINGLES DOORS—WINDOWS PLASTERBOARD—FRAMES QUALITY and SERVICE Juneau Lumber Mills, Inc. Lumber for Every Purpose PHONE 358 Frye-Bruhn Company Featuring Frye’s De- licious Hams and Bacon PHONE 38 STATIONERY, OFFICE EQUIPMENT, Typewriter Supplies and Commercial Printing Exclusive Dealers Underwood Typewriters Geo. M. 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