The Daily Alaska empire Newspaper, June 5, 1930, Page 6

rsfi o I HAME T'BE A ROAKER, FOLLY, H DISPO. 7 POLLY AND HER PALS WHAT SHE NEEDS 15 E THE COMPANIONSHIP = OF SOME SUNNY'=X srnouen ‘roT I WONT BE % REGPONSIBLE FER ANY INFANT BRUNG INTO THE HOUSE, PAW! GERTRUDELL SCRATCH THE POOR CHILDS LEAVE THAT T0 ME, MAW! ILL ASSUME ALL RESPONSIBILITY! THE DAILY ALASKA EMPI'RE THURSDAY JUNE 5, 1930. - lurader at ;. \ igh:Tide ' SYNOPSIS: Caroline Brent |the cove? A definite motive, some- suddenly is missing from the [thing to do with their revenge quiz into Dan Parados’ death. |scheme, perhaps, was behind the| Allan Hunt, her suitor of a few | abduction. days, becomes frantic. Anatole Flique, Paris detective, reveals | that two cx-convicts from France are en route to the Par- ados island. These desperadoes, Bee and le Balafre, were be- licved to have been Parados | most bitter eromics, It is fear- ed that Caroline may have fall- en into their hands. The whole party goes to scarch for her. Hunt sights signal lights from the house, and rushes to the room where they appeared to originate. Entering the dark room, he suddenly is blinded by a light. A ghastly face leaps at him, he hears Caroline gercam and he is knocked to the floor. MADN Caroline’s scream was a lamp that lighted me down through the whirling darkness until it went out in. the gale whiotling past my ears. Just how long I lay on the floor I never knew. Half an hour, perhaps. A swarm of bees droning in my cars presently told me I was still alive Le Balafre's reason for being| near the house at all looked equally incxplicable. ~ Parados was La- cote and Lacote was dead, killed, | presumably, by then, should le Balafre come nce their revenge was con- | summated? An idea occurred to me ;W as it possible that le Balafre an | Bec had not killed Parados and that they had not known until this cvening that he was dead? The in- cvitable question followed. If they had not killed Parados, who had? And then I was back where I had begun. A fantastic notion suddenly brought me up standing. That af- ternoon on the ridge abpve the village Caroline had been sure she had seen some one move on one of the wharves below us. I had laugh- ed at her, Had she been right? had seen? Perhaps! No one ever went there. The village would have made an ideal temporary headquarters. But above all, were they taking Caroline there now? My head was a ring of agony, my stomach was crawling into my| throat. The supremely vital thing | was that my h had revealed to/ me the livid face of le Balafre, and! that Caroline bad b It, was not,the crooked scar on the| man's right check bone, nor yet| the features of his face which had| startled me into thinking of him as being of neither the living nor the dead, but the look of a man who had lived too long in the| shadow of his own hatred. It was| ghastly. Caroline had been with him, and| my own incompetency had left her| with him! A launch had come in Bee would be in it. They'd be gone now. What was I to do? What could I do? | “Where are they taking her?” I cried. “Why are they taking her?” And then: “This won't do. KL‘Bp‘ your head.” Climbing unsteadily to my feet, I switched on the light. The bodies of Grainger and Parados lay side by side. An undertaker had pre- pared them for burial. The closet door was open. It had been shut and locked, the koy; gone, when Miss Jahries and I had come into the room half an hour before. I had hammered on the doobr and felt like an idiot for doing | s0. The garments in the closet were thrown about in confusion. A key was in the lock inside the door. Evidently le Balafre had| locked Caroline and himself in} the closet and threatened to kill her if she made their presence known. I recled onto the roof where the cool air revived me. A short dis- tance off shore a light was visible. It traveled north at a fast clip. A small craft, I decided. Was it the one I had seen putting into the cove? Perhaps—one chance in ten, say! That was all I needed. There were two fast cruisers at the jetty. Nothing beats a forlorn hope for putting starch into a man. I flew down the outside stair and along the cliff to the cove trail. Three minutes brought me on the jetty. Dropping into the cockpit of the Parados cruiser, I felt my way o the engine and fumbled for the . ... found it. The mech- anism whirred, but the engine did fire. I felt for matches . . . . were wet, and I stumbled into cabin. Matches lay on the Je. Shivering, I made my way back to the engine and bent over striking a match. The spark| ug wires had been wrenched out | n with him.|s | It was a desperate hope, but cnough to send me flying along the jetty toward the foot of the cliff trail. I could think of half a dozen | reasons why le Balafre and BEC hould net go to the village and one why they. should, If my hunch as sound, I'd have plenty of time afterward to think of Messieurs le Balafre and Bec's rgasons for re- turning to the village. My feet were in bad condition by the time I reached the top of the trail. Fortunately I had another | pair of shoes in my suitcase. As I limped up the outside stair I tore off my wet coat and shirt, replac- ing them with a light overcoat I had brought with me. I didn't dare take the time to change another garment. My flashlight was | broken, I had supposed that the house was empty, but as I ran down the stair to the hall I heard a small noise that might have been a sob or a groan. It seemed to come from the vicinity of Miss Jahries room. The door was shut. I knocked. There was no reply, and I pushed into the room, turning the light switch. Manning lay across the bed, her head buried in a pillow. “Get up,” T said. “This is Mr. Hunt. Where are the others?” She screamed at the sight of my face, which was not surprising, as I must have been a gory looking in reassuring her. “Where are the others?” I repeat- ed sharply. “I don't know, sir, I don't know anything.” She began to weep hys- terically. “They haven't come back. I heard Miss Brent's voice upstairs —and another voice—a man’s,” “What did he say?” I shouted “I don't know. I don’t know any- thing. Oh, he had a funny voice— like—like Mr. Flique's. And he sald —he said something about a village —oh, Mr. Hunt, you are hurting my arm—oh!" “Was that all you heard?” “Yes, sir. Oh, my arm!” “Pull yourself together and listen to what I say.” I shook her vio- lently. “You aren't in any danger. Try to find Flique or Samuels—any of them. Tell them I've gone to the old fishing village—that Miss Brent is there. You understand?” She nodded stupidly and I left her. The house behind me, I head- ed for the slope at a The trail belted the island, rising crookedly to a sad- dle in the slope and dropping steep- Ifli the gasoline feed line broken. 1 threw myself aboard the police launch. Its engine had been dis- abled in precisely the same way. with despair, I fell back | the rail. I wanted to fling if overboard. Why hadn't 1] K this?—that?—the other thing?| iu’l after a minute or so0 I was 8 o think with some coherence. ne had run into le Balafre and he had had or keep her quiet m away. put into! to meet Flique and; ly to a point half a mile or so {south of the deserted village. I had perhaps four miles to go, (the launch eight or ten, according to the contour of the coast. The {launch would arrive first, I knew— perhaps it was there already—but 1 did not force my pace. My sharp “lraL would get me there sooner in the long run. I did not speculate. My job was to get Caroline out of the hands {of those two maniacs. If I failed| again, I should not have the cour-| jage to go on lving. I saw no sign her lhmrd‘ol any of the others. This was not surprising, as the island occu- ) the convicts them-i And if she had been, was it one| of the French convicts whom she | object. A valuable minute was lost | pied 18 or 20 square miles. Half an hour of this steady gait found me sliding down the east side of the slope. Reaching the bottom I turned north and ran at top {| speed. At first the buildings of the vil- |lage and the wharves and the beached hulks were blurs , against the black firmament. As I entered the village, I knew it for what it was and for nothing else: the sym- bol of one man’s hatred. | Hatred? The recurrent motif blew on my emotions. Without a doubt }I was mad. | At the head of the second wharf, the one on which Caroline had de- clared she had seen someone move, I stopped. There was no sign of a launch or of any living being but myself, and no sound but the quiet lapping of the ebbing tide. The oppressive emptiness of the place turned me sick. Why had I come? (Copyright, 1930, Willlam Morrow and Company) A wild goose chasc—or was it? Hunt finds a cavern of ini- aquity—tomorrow. DOUGLAS NEWS FOURTH OF JULY MEETING TO BE HELD TONIGHT Everyone should attend the meet- pro-tem, H. L. Cochrane, to start preparations for a celebration this year, if it is decided to have one of Independence Day. ing is called for 7 o'clock. e e,——— FIREMEN TO MEET Regular meeting of the Douglas Fire Department is scheduled for tonight folowing the Fourth of July meeting. ———— 0. E. S. PICNIC Weather permitting, the annual picnic of Nugget chapter, No. 2, Order of Eastern Star, will be held Sunday, June 8, at Marmion Is- land. Members of both the local chapters of Stars and Masons, and their families, are invited to at- tend the picnic. The gas boat Murelet has been chartered to take them to the picnic grounds, leav- ing Douglas at 9 a.m. el . IN SAN FRANCISCO Mrs. Maurige L. Phillips, former- ly Miss Dorothy Fay, who taught in Douglas last term, has written friends here that she is now located n a nice San Francisco apartment and expects to attend school at Berkeley for the summer. o LEAGUE MEETING A business meeting of the Ladies League will'be held this evening at 8 o'clock, in the League rooms. All members are urged to attend. ————— ®© 0 0 0 0 ® 0 P 00000 . . SPORT BRIEFS . L] o L] Georgel Chalmers, the Maryland sophomore who won, football and basketball letters, is going great at shortstop with the baseball team. North Carolina lost its first dual track and. field meet .since 1921 when Princeton walloped the Tar Heels. Duke university’s baseball team was shut out the first time in three years when the Davidson college ‘nine took a 5-0 decision. The University of Alabama, alma mater of several big league stars, has turned out another likely pros- | pect in Hugh. Starling, right hand- ed pitcher, who has been signed by Atlanta of the Southern league. —_———— | WIDE RANGE OF STUDY WASHINGTON. — Eight women, American Association of University | Women, plan to study topics from the physiology of vitamins to re-! search on ancient plays. {Ing called for this evening by Mayor | The meet-? Max | Schméling o i of other “pursuit By EDWARD J. IL (A. P. Sports Writer) NEW YORK, June 5.—Whate¥or | else may happen in thc Yanked | Stadium late in the evening of Jyne | 12, there will be no (mnoufl%r‘-l ments that a new heavyweight champion has retired to rest on his 'aurels, For Jack Sharkey, the Boston Sailorman, 'and Max Schmeling, the | most formidable heavyweight threat | ever to come out of Europe, the battle pit offers the heights of their respective ambitions. Y Schmeling has his fortune yet to make and at the age of 24 should rule the roost for years to come if he once gets by Sharkey. The big New Englander, although 30 ycars old and the creator of one fortune in the ring, has definite aims to- ward a lot more money than he can get outside the fight racket. For Tunney, the darling of so- ciety, connoisseur of literature, the path to glory started in the ring but finished in the clouds far above the roped square. Tunney, with the millions gained by his fists, believes his career is just starting. Schmel- ing and Sharkey are fighters born, ! trained and bred to the ring. ‘The three form the most inter- esting triangle in all fight history.! Sharkey is the home man, the tem- peramental, bombastic, capable hu:‘ undependable fighter-boxer, product of years of struggle and battle. Twice he has been in line for the title shot and twice he “blew” the! opportunity — once against Jack, Dempsey and again in the elimi-| nation tournament to decide Gene, Tunney's final opponent. He car-| ries the flag of experience. . | Schmeling, the fighting image of Dempsey, is the phlegmatic, stolid German with a deadening smash in | either fist, unimaginative, unpun-| the heavyweights since Luis ‘Angel Firpo. He is at his best over the fifteen round route. In the background rests the sha- dow of Tunney, lolling in.a beach of his physical prowess, one of the greatest machine fighters of the modern age—the man no one fully understands. GARDEN CLUB TO MEET IN DUGOUT The regular meeting of the Ju- Ineau Garden Club will be held to- morrow night at 8 c'clock. ~ The |session will be held in the American Legion Dugout on Second Streets | winners of fellowships from lh!?md all members are urged m até’ tend. * | ———————— Ola papers tor sale at The Eln- lpxre office. 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