The Daily Alaska empire Newspaper, September 8, 1933, Page 7

" -\ Y (44 v issy King fore BARNEY GOOGLE AND SPARK PLUG DIS 1S HOW M GONNAy HANDLE LUy, SuLLY () IP stAck J“ UP DEM ANVILS \ AGIN, BHOYS--LEMME \ GIT_WARME e trict Court “here, it was made known. today ‘in -telegraphic ad- GUMM“'MENT UFL ander of the United States Dis- NOW REMEMBER, kp)d AANTORRES SAWBUCHE SULLY 16 ‘ i vicss - received - by United , States s IMRORTANT MATEH SNITCH TH LADS TU Marshal Albert White. ] AN' HE DON'T ON ME . i i » s The lads are .Buster, aged six, ONCE MORE : Bill, eight, and Lyom, 10 yearsh WANT YOU TO BE TAKIN' HIS MIND OFFA HIS WORK-SEE ? AN T'LL GIVE YOUSE A SOCK ON . DE JAR-- They were committed to the Idaho school by United States Commis- sioner €. Clausen of Petersburg, BE PROTESTED ™ Mother Will:Fight Effort to| The mother of the bays has ap- ‘ | pealed the case‘to’ the Federal Dis- Send Small Sons to | trict Coiirt here. —————— St. Anthony School CONN LEAVES HOSPITAL T FOLLOWING OPERATION A commitment of three small | Ivor Conn, 9-year-old. nephew bays at Petersburg to St. Anthony's | of Eric Cenn, who.underwent a Industrial Schoel, St. Anthony, | toasilectomy at St. Ann's Hos- < Ida., is being fought and will be | pital on Tussday, left the hospital brought to Judge George F. Alex-|for his home yesterday: i 8 s Chapter 47 i@, BISHOP'S LETTER the morning post there were wo letters for Georgie—one fr Clifford Asher, telling her that he had called at the hotel again only to find she had gone, upbraid- ingy her for not telling him and |pleafling once more that she would igive him a chance to show how Imudh he cared. o | - Georgle sighed as she laid"it aside and took up the second letter, It boré the stamp of the hotel she had Just left and was addressed in writ- ingishe did not know. Before she read it, she turned to the end to disqover the signature, and a lit- ”Itle ishiver of apprehension went gh her as she read it: Bishop |Leiter, Why had he written te her? Per- baps Evelyn had fnsisted that he should, in order to add his upbraid- ing for the things she was supposed Ito ‘have done. For the first time jGeorgie recalled the ugly words her + |mother had used to her about di- vorce, it seemed queer that until now they had almost entirely es- caped her memory. She looked into the neglected gar- den beyohd the window, and for a moment she visualized Bishop's worn, rugged face, with its lines of Ipatient resignation and the big clumsy figure that had always !made her think of an imprisoned ti- {ger, beaten into submission by long {captivity. “We are both in the |wrong box, Georgie, you and 1.” . He had said that to her once and ;hnd added, “We might help each other by being friends.” The mem- ory of those words brought with them a pang of remorse. Had she misjudged him? Hadn't he also said “I should like to help you if Ican...” Georgie shivered as if a cold wind !pad suddenly swept past her, and almost reluctantly she took up his letter again. | Dear Georgie: 1am not blaming you for going away without saying goodbye to me, but I cannot resist saying that perhaps some day you may realize that I spoke the truth when I once By the World FORGOT A New Serial by RUBY M. AYRES “What sort of & man was Boyd?"’ he asked after a moment, Killick shrugged his shoulders. “Englishman,” he said briefly.. “A white man, you'd call him I ex- pect. Decent enough fellow, too de- cent in some ways. I don't owe him any grudge. He's down and out now all right, poor devil.” /He rughed away again to enter into a fierce argument with Bernie, who was stamping her foot and on the borderline of tears. Bishop hunched his shoulders in distaste and turned away, the fluffy cloak slipping unhkeeded to the floor. “What a life,” he muttered, and | he thought suddenly of Georgie's brown eyes and sensitive face. EORGIE put her head round the kitchen door and looked at Mrs. Drill with wistful eyes. “Would you like to go to the pic- tures?” she asked. mu||u|ifiliuuiitil|uu|uuumuumuulmuu|uliulmluimi:uflhiiuflmiluiliiillimmmil|nmlmiimmuluiuum"||||u'luul'yl'lnumilml||ummum'uuuuu\lu|ummu|mmumuuuulmlmnumnuuuumummmmmnuifln_ Never Such Values at Yuchil.ow‘ Price$ N JUNEAU CASH GROCER? NO MONKEY BUSINESS—Everything must be sold at any price. STOCK UP NOW - L ETSEEN T A e AN T Mrs. Drill looked up from a paper- backed novel. “Pictures! What pictures, miss' she asked blankly. “The films,” Georgie explained. “We can get the half past two bus to Redham; there’s a nice picture house there.” Mrs. Drill hesitated. “I don’t kmow that I will Miss Georgie, thank you all the same. I've got a bit of rheumatism, and sitting in those hot places don’t help matters, thank you all the same.” Georgie smiled and sighed to- gether; she was so tired of her own company that she had been driven panionship rather than be left any longer to her own thoughts. now, the longest week she had ever experienced, and in three days’ time | Edward Bancroft and Mrs. Spears were to be married. Nobody had offered to buy the board posted beside the gate, bear ing the legend “this desirable resi dence for sale.” He had told Georgie that she might stay on as long as the house was not sold, “Or for a few weeks,” told you that L do not betray a con- fidence, and that I meant it when I said I would help you if the oppor= tunity ever came my way. For the rest, do not worry. I be- lieve that in this strange ‘world things always come right for those who deserve that they should. ; Yours, i Bishop Leiter. ' It was a strange letter. Georgie /read it through half a dozen times :and still felt that she could not en- tirely understand his meaning. Had he guessed what her thoughts had been that last morning when she broke away from his kindli- ness? If so he must have been hurt ~cruelly hurt. 1 ‘Had she been wrong to believe Nelly’s casual gossip about him? Wasn't it true that he and Bernie— :She seemed again to see Bishop's 11ped face and patient eyes, and her own were suddenly dimmed by tears. “I'll write to him,” Georgle told Bérself. “I'll write and tell him I'm sorry. He'll understand.” . (She bitterly reproached herselt for her hasty judgment, and yet 1d she have seen Bishop at that moment her confidence might again have wavered, for he was in the studio, standing gaunt and patient with Bernie Boyd’s cloak over his arm, watching while she rehearsed a.gcene of her new picture, kmucx. the wealthy director who had brought her to Eng- Jand, was beside him, a spare, alert ‘man with an eternal frown, which yas deeper than usual now as he spoke to Bishop in quick, irritable tones. 3“Montague's rotten. He'll ruln picture. We want a man like Geor; , . ” & gle, it's raining,” Mrs. Drill Nigholas Boyd. There's a fortune| g ¢ Georgie put on an old hat! he had added, mindful of the fact that the house might never be sold, and Georgie had agreed, nt know: ing what else to do. She had not heard a word from Evelyn, and Bishop had not replied | to her shy, apologetic letter. Apparently they had both done| with her. { Yesterday Clifford Asher had been down to see her. Georgie did| not like to think of that last meet-| ing with him, and today he was | sailing for South America. She had sent him a telegram to| say goodbye, but as she stood in the| village post office hesitating whethe: to put “Love from Georgle” or juatl ““Georgie” a sudden doubt had com: into her mind. Was she making a mistake f: sending him away? His lcve woul lrave been something out of the des- olation—something to lean on, to be sure of. i And after all she had put “with love” realizing that she did. lowe him as a friend, and that as Nicholas had once sald to her “it might help. Nicholas had not written to her, at first she had thought he might— bad almost hoped, forgetting that| he did not know where she was to! be found. “Well, I think I'll go to the Plc- tures,” she said with an effort. shan’t be in to tea, and you nee not wait if you want to go, Mr Drill.” In the movies she always felt nearer to Nicholas; it was as if sh looked at wonderfully impossibl places where once he had lived and moved. i “Take | | i your umbrella, Miss |Waiting for a man with his face|,pq coat, and started off with her ’ figure and personality. Why|y,; g, plungeq into her pockets. 'hb wanted to go and smash himself |ub beats me. Film stars can't afford the door of this studio every » hop asked. Georgie looked up at the grey sky; . perhaps it was raining in Ireland! play the hero in real life, and | ;o pqward , Bancroft who had way the girl wasn't worth a ¥ i se; there are thousands like her :rl:a‘lwp:;: 0:&:;‘:&";?!‘[::;::,1:]‘: called it a God-forsaken country; Georgie wondered if it seemed God- “You knew Nicholas Boyd?|sorsaken to Nicholas, ‘When she reached tiie post office “Knew him! Should thinkeI did.| 4 o"bug nad gone, and she remem- hated me though, jealous of bis} 009 that the clock a s at the Hollles ife.” Killick laughed sneeringly.| woro never right—either too slow | should say he had some cause 0| or 5y fast. It was raining more | 8 jealous; et he knows now that|ye,yily put she set out to walk the ‘he'd had any sense he'd have giv-| royr miles to Redham, it was some- me a bonus to take her off his|p; Y i’“" Su2 % vot aEéhaaks too thing to do—a means of passing the 'g.Bllhop glanced down at the furry rap across his arm; it was like ernie herselt—pretty, but entirely megligible. e long lonely afternoon. (Copyright, 1933, Doubleday Doran) Traged: tomor o.“.?:"y'“" row, reenters to solicit Mrs, Drill’s cheery com-|| She had been home nearly a week Hollies, nobody had even been to | look over it although Bancroft had | gone to the expense of having a | | ' ' Corner of Secgnci Street at Seward s P . YOUR LAST CHANCE A WINDOW FULL OF BARGAINS Spices, 2 0z, cans . . . . Be COFFEE.I. . . . . .. 18¢ OUR SPECIAL . .OYSTERS Medium cans . . . . 10c¢ Largecans . . . . . 20c BUTTER, 4. 1bs.... . . . 95¢ " FRESH CREAMERY . Gelatin, pkg. ... . 53¢ . 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