Evening Star Newspaper, November 4, 1935, Page 24

Alma Siouz Scarderry |- INSTALLMENT XXIIL EFORE Mrs. Le Masters had reached her car parked in front of the church, she had learned of the robbery at the theater. She was the first person Jake Hill saw after Carter and Sugar drove away. Together they ran through the lobby and took the elevator to the office. The empty cash box was mute evi- dence of the theft. Jane Lee sat down to collect her wits. Sugar was forgotten in the new excitement. | “It's that Johnny. No doubt about | that” Jake threw himself into a chair and ran his hand through his and I seen them eatin’ across the street.” “That's all I need to know.” The sheriff stood back and gloated. “Any girl that'd dress herself up like that and parade around for some man to make a picture of her would do most | anything. She was in love with him, too. These letters prove it. Anything more there?” Jake looked disappointed. “Just little notes makin’ dates and tellin’ him how she misses him.” “I'm goin’ up to her room and see what I can find in her things,” Flint walked to the door. “Maybe he wrote letters, to0o.” ‘The sheriff spent only a few minutes thinning gray hair. “I ought to a | I SUgar’s room at Mrs. Sidel's. But known better than to give him a job. when he left he had a letter which he But the old lady from the orphanage | thought cinched the case against talked him up plenty. And he drawed swell.” Jane Lee sniffed. Johnny De Ville and Sugar Friddle. He was convinced that the colored man was telling the truth when he said a “She thinks all her little nobodies | Fed-headed girl had left by the side too. Then she remembered she was talk- ing to an employe and changed the somebody must have seen something,” she said nervously. Jake shrugged “A nigger downstairs said he saw ® red-head leave the theater with a | come along and take you from me. But | traveling bag by the side entrance |You just wait. I'll have more money | about 6 o'clock. But that don't make sense.” Mrs. Le Masters jumped “A red-head! Did he give any other description of her?” “He said she was short and had on something green.” Jake offered in- differently. “But I didn't see nobody like that around, and I was in the buildin’ thea.” Jane Lee smiled slowly. “That makes sense to me. I know who it was.” She got up, quivering with excite- ment. Jake's jaw cropped stupidly. “No kiddin'. Well, we better tell the sheriff. Maybe the kid did have & moll, after all.” But Jane Lee was out the door before she cauzht his last words. She almost ran the block to the sheriff’s office. And in a few minutes he had brought Sugar back to the court house. Mrs. Le Masters was sure it would not be wise for her to be seen en- | tering the picture. So she left orders that Miss Friddle was to be held for the night. and that she was to be questioned at length in the morning. Sheriff Flint had no doubt that Lorien’s weal st woman knew what she was talking about. Anyway, he had no intention of disobeving her slightest wish. If he'did, it would most certainly cost him his job. Thus it was that Sugar found her- gelf in a cell in the musty old jail. without having had a chance to tell her story or ask any questions. The sheriff left her with a curt order to think it over and decide to tell the truth in the morning. Then he hur- ried down to Jake Hill's office. Jake was slumped in the same chair where Jane Lee had left him. He shook his head. “I been sittin’ here hopin’ the kid would get cold feet and come back. But I guess there ain't no such luck.” The sheriff looked around “Is everything like it was?” “Absolutely. It ain't been touched.” “Let’s take a look around.” He opened a drawer. “The boy lived here, didn't he?” Jake snorted indignantly. “Didn’t I treat him like a brother? He bunked here, with a private bath and evervthinz. That's gratitude for you! TI'll probahly get canned.” “What's this?" the sheriff pulled a bundle of envelopes from the bottom drawer. He opened one of them. Jake got_up. “Letters from a girl!” Flint ex- claimed excitedly. “Maybe this'll help” Jake read over his shoulder: ! “Dearest Johnny: I'm so sorry I was mean to you yesterday after- noon. It was all my fault, and I promise never to make you unhappy again. The first chance I get I will be down to see you. Miss you terribly, really. Even if I am a bad girl sometimes, I love you very. very dearly. You know that. Don't you? Your loving, “SUGAR.” Flint grinned. “Say, that’s the name of the red- headed dame I just picked up at the Sidel boardin' house and locked up | in jall! Mrs. Le Masters tipped me off.” Jake's eyes popped. “Nokiddin'! I thought she had a bee in her bonnet when I told her a nigger saw a red-head leaving here. I thought | it was a lot of baloney.” “It sure looks like we're gelting | somewhere.” Flint handed the letters to Jake. “You read the rest of 'em and let me know if you find a clue. | 1'll take another look around.” Over in the corner was a large can- vas turned to the wall. The sheriff walked over and turned it to the light. | ‘Then he left out a low whistle. It was a girl in a slip of a bathing suit. and there was no mistaking her identity. “Well, T'll be a sea horse!” he ex- postulated hoarsely. “That dame is the same girl I took to jail. I'd swear i “Say!” Jake scratched his head. “You're right. I've seen Johnny with her. She comé here to pose for him, MUSCULAR RHEUMATIC PAIN T takes more than “just a salve™ to draw_them out. It takes 8 | “counter-irritant ’1 And that's what good old Musterole is—sooth+ hf' warming, penetrating and help- ful in drawing out the local conges- tion and pain when rubbed on the | sore, aching spots. 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But I guess I | Thursday. Until then, I'll be thinking | about you every minute. “Your own, “JOHNNY." Carter was standing in front of the red-headed suspect had been arrested | at the boarding house and taken to the liss jail. | 1t was only a few seconds later that | he burst into the sheriff’s office. Mike duty, and he jumped up in alarm at the sight of his favorite foot ball hero | charging his lair like a mad bull. | “What can I do for you, Mr. Le Mas- | ters?” He stepped back into a corner | and tried not to look nervous. Cart said acidly, “Who is the girl Flint picked up and brought in here | a while ago? The red-headed girl?” “She—she’s a kid by the name of | Friddle,” Mike answered timidly. “She used to be up at the orphanage.” Jim Carter's face turned the color of a beet. “Who ordered her brought in here?" he demanded hoarsely. McKinley was afraid not to tell the truth. “Your sister-in-law, I guess. Any- way, she was here and right after that Flint left and brought the girl in.” Cart looked as though he were about to have apopl be I'll have to rob a bank ! ! ! You rob | musn't be too impatient. See you | Baker Hotel when he learned that a | | McKinley, the night deputy, was on | THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, the cot. In a second Sugar was quiv- ering in his arms. He let her cry for | a little while, then gently released her. “Listen,” he raised her head and framed the round little tear-stained facc in his hands, “you must stop crying, dear. Please—for me.” His answer was a dry sob. “They're not going to hurt you,” he said soothingly. “I won't let them.” She reached up her arms and put them around his neck to cling to him desperately. But she could not speak. | Cart kissed the tears from her cheeks. Gradually her sobs subsided. “It was Jane Lee,” he told her bit- terly. “But she won't get away with it. I knew she was hard; but I didn't know she would go this far. A (‘0141 ored man said he saw a red-headed girl leaving the theater, and she saw | her chance to get you in trouble. You | weren't there, were you?” Sugar was getting her bearings. She shook her head negatively, dab- bing at her eyes. Cart smiled with relief. “I knew you weren't, sweetheart. That's all I wanted to know.” He had called her sweetheart. | Sugar’s smile trembled through her | tears. “I'm—so glad you came.” Cart buried his lips in her wild, red curls. “I'm glad, too,” He held her to his hammering heart. “And I'm glad Jane Lee did this to you.” Sugar pulled atvay, and her eyes were wide with questioning. Suddenly Cart laughed, and stood | up to hold her in his arms, like a child. “It—it's wonderful!” he exulted. “Something marvelous, unbelievable, | has happened to me.” | He kissed her and smiled into her | puzzled evyes. “I'm in love. Do you understand, ! darling? I'm in love!” Sugar closed her eyes before the | light shining in the blue ones that | looked as though they were seeing her for the first time. | And suddenly the old jail was para- dise, and there was nothing but sun-| shine and happiness in the world. | After a long time Mike McKinley wa astonished to see his favorite foot | ball captain standing in the door | again. Mike's mouth opened with as- | tonishment. | For the cadet's face was wreathed | in a beatific smile and he blew the as- | tonished deputy an airy kiss. | “Thanks awfully, old fellow,” he grinned. “T'll be seein’ you.” 1 (To be continued.) Robot Inventor Fined. Claiming to be the man who intro- duced robot traffic ights into England, | | Carl Janssen, a Dane, was arrested recently in Stepney on a charge of failing to observe traffic lights. Jans- sen contended the lights were green when he passed them, but changed to | red before he got across the street be- | cause he slowed down to allow pedes- | trians to pass. 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