New Britain Herald Newspaper, February 8, 1928, Page 11

CHAPTER 1 *'Every Jack has his JII,' or so | her home at w speed of 60 miles an | up the sit I've heard old ladies say. If lJmt‘s‘ true, then every ‘Jill must hav n«r‘ Jack.’ Maybe I've one waiting for me tonight. Uhm, yeh, maybe!” | Something of a dubious, 1f not €oleful shrug followed this bricf so- liloquy, as Jillian (Jill) Justin paus- «ed for an instant on the stair land- | ing of her old home. 1t was the night of the big August festival in the West Virginia glass town, and Peter Justin, mecting his | lovely daughter at the foot of the stairs, looked her over with adoring eyea. “You are very charming, my | dear,” he said smiling. His glance strayed to the handsome youth standing near the door, and again Poter marveled that he should have fathered two such wonderful chil- dren. Both were of the brunette type, with the sparkling beauty of their Spanish grandmother and the grace | and poise of their French ancestry | apparant in their every movement. | Jill was 20, her brother 19, The two were in party dress. Jill's gown, a rich wine-colored silk with | sheer silk stockings to match, lent | & finishing touch to her lambent beauty. ‘Tony wore a Tuxedo, & | white sllk waitscoat, a wing collar | and a white lawn tie. *“§ wonder, Tony, how many peor laddies are due for heart break to- night?” went on Peter, musingly, his handsome brown eyes twinkling as they turncd again to the glowing girl in the wine-dyed gown. | “Not so many as there might be, | 4f Our Lady of hot colors would get a move on herself now at last | that she's all sct to go!” grumbled | the impaticnt brether, who had | been kept waiting a full three min- | utes. | ‘Our Lady’ tossed her boyishiy bobbed head of glessy raven hue and essayed a lady-like niff. | “I wasn't aware,” she said, with fine sisterly sarcasm, “that th’ occa- | sion called for any tremendous burst | ot spced. It's just a jazz party — and at th’ Palace, so why the rush? | However, now that 1 am ‘at last' | all set to go—" She laid a tentative | hand on her brother's slecve — | *plea | | e ‘lead on MacDuf | “MacDuff’ led on and out across an old-fashioned porch to a short stretch of brick wall, at the foot of which stood a roadster just built for gl | ¥ 'ovmt a glorious night!” breathed | the irl, rapturously, as she settled | herself in the low cushioned seat and looked up at the star-lit hea- wvens, where the big full moon rode #n majestic splendor. There was @ | vibrant note in the music-hox tones | that sang in Youth’s ccstasy of love joy and romance. .“'T‘l)eu’molor responded with a roar. fhen, ltke @ wild thing gone sud- denly mad, the car plunged forward, sthrob with life and action, down | the straight-away drive, and out onto the main h v. Jill was on her way at 40 miles an hour, to meet Romance and her Fate, It was just around the bend at the foag of the mountain that, Jill and | Tony heard th= two pistol shots »nd | got their first glimpse of a hona | fide hold up. Here it was, too, that | the roadster came to an abrupt stop. ita running board parallel with that | of a big black car drawn up on the Jeft side and facing them. On the | big car’s running board stood two men. Ln$|n: past them Jill's gaze rested fol a flaaling instant on the form of a man lying on the side of oad. m;‘hr(: things began to happen with | Highting rapidity; such fl\_mgf :ulz i1, in her wildest imaginings, had mever considerad. ap th’ blok These strange words the big man behind on the running board, Before she had grasped the | meaning the man in front, with the visor of his cap pulled down o con- eeal his features, had stepped over on their running board ched across in front of her, and 1 down a blackjack on Tony's he Everything happened so swiftly that neither Jill nor Tony had the Jeast chance to defend themselves. Horror-stricken, the girl heard the sickening thud of the hlackjack against her brother’s head. The next nstant she felt herself lified bodily from ler scat, swung across and | sammed down on the seat of the big roadster. She tricd to seream, but the mus ©les of her throat scemed paralyzed and at th: sccond attempt a vile- | smelling hand was clamped over her | mouth. While she struggled help- | lemly in the big man's arms the other got the car under way. A mo- an® cop th' moll!” shot from | distinetly. { fearfully, and doubting his | derstanding |to form in | duce len route to | ins ment or g0 later they whizzed past hour. Seenes like those she had witnes | €d in motion picturc plays flitted he- tore her n s eye with grotesque exaggeration, Newspaper decounts of bodirs found in lonely spots - stores she had read of mutilated vie- tims—all s-emed to pass in frag- mentary patches through her mud- Gled brain, Agiin she heard the dull thud of the hlackjack as it deseend- cd on poor Tony's head—saw once more the still form of the man ly- ing at the side of the road. If she | could only just concentrate—confine her thoughts— “Listen, little gir The man at her side, his left arm laid across her shoulders to prevent Ler, presumably, from leaping out of the ecar, W speaking. She turned at the sound of his voice and tried to distinguish his fen- tures in the moonlight. But the visor of his cap hid his face effectualiy. He leaned closer “Listen, kid, to whut I'm a-tellin® yuh,” he went on, s king fast but “You dn't be afraid. We ain't gonna hurt yuh, We jest took ye along wit" us so's couldn’t squeal to th’ cops about th' stick-up yuh saw. We'll turn yuh loose in a little while, if yer good— maybe. Anfl now if you'll promise me not to try to jump I'll lct go of yuh, Do yuh promisc?" “I w-wont j-jump!” stuttered Jill, avowal about letting her go free soon. From what she had scen and heard she was certain these men had no | intention of giving her the freedom | e had promised. What did he mean about “iaking her along &0 she couldn't squeal to th' cops? Was it because of the man she had seen ly- ing by the side of the road omcthing like an un- the situation began her mind. These men, she toll herself, must held up the driver of this ri They had shot him and it was his Lody she had seen. Now they were taking bis car and kidnaping her to keep her from telling the police, Jil's constructive findings were essentially correct—insofar as they | 'y lacked one It was tr that taking the car be- she had secn carried, But tl very important detail. her captors were longing to the man lying by tho side of the road. What | her findings failed to encompass was the very pertinent fact that while the men were taking their vietim's car the car's rear end was taking the victim himsclf. And so while the poor man clings to his precarious perch on the end farthest from those enemics, within the encircled space of his two spare balloon tires, let us intro- m. Please, everybody, meet Mr. Jack Milton Stuart, recently of Hillsdale, Ky., and—until recently— ew York City to seek his fortunc. At the moment of his i v be inferred, deeply trying to adjust his hinking anparatus to the rather o tonishing situation in which he suddenly found himsclf. This adjustment proc on the fnstant he opened o and found himself lying at the side of the road. What he saw cradicated for the roment, every vestige of dizziness and pain caused by the bullet that hal ploughed a furrow across hi ull just a minute or s0 hefore. The sight not only dissi- ted the pain, hut stivred him into antancous action. Hence about that when his ear began once more to get under way, it carried in extea passenger in the person of its owner, concealed from the sight troduction. in | of those in front. It was fortunate for this passen- ger that his two halloon tires were Lolted to the ear's rear deck, on a slant of some 45 degrees, Thus the tires not only provided him a eeat a full foot in width, but the angle at which they hung held him from bounced out when the car “hitting only the high spots.” This cute little scat had. furnished a roosting place for hobos and small Loys on divers cccasions, but never had he appreciated until this mo- ment the rave possibilities of his “spare halloons” Now, T wender,” mused Jack Stuart, and he began cautiously to search himself, A moment later the realizetion str him that his huneh had been only too true. They Pad relieved him something over a thousand dollars, and his watch, which had cost him a hundred. They had even taken his cigaret case. Oh, well . With careful consideration of the being hegan yuh | two | hangs | le has it came | . of his bankroll, | handicaps he faced, Jack summed ation and its possibilities. | They wer2 not as promising as he could wish, but—Jack Stuart came of a tribe closcly associated with the John Paul Jones clan. It was when the battle seemed hopelessly lost that they really Legan to fight. Jack Stuart Ladn't even begun, as yet, te fight. But e canny Scot was Jack, and he saw no scnse in starting anye thing until he had at least a China« man’s chance for victory. Only fools rushed §n where gunmen wielded zuns! A glance at the sky directly above showed him that clouds were form- i re was a threat of rain in It . . If the moon would slip | behind a heavy cloud long enough Jle him to crawl over to the de running board . . . his service Colt was in a pocket on the inside, just ahove the seat. | The sky above thickened. 5 | Suddenly the moon disappeared and | Jack Stuart scized his opportunity. s no small feat he was attempt- he soon realized. The car eling fast, and the road was none too smooth. But once he had a hand on the edge of the broad mud-guard, he breathed easter. | Another acrobatic twist and his | feet were on the running board. Now feor the delicate operation of |lifting the gun, unobserved, and uu- | caught. Luck again favored him.g. | The big fellow guarding Jill, fear- ing, pechaps, that she would try tni jump in the gloom, was using both |arms to hola her. He sat well over on the seat, the girl, of cours, be- tween him and the fellow nt the i wheel, It was the latter of whom | Jack had to be careful. Crouching low, he worked his| | right hand, with extreme care, over | the side of the scat, and unbuttoned | | the pocket flap. The gun was there! | Jack Stuart fully appreciated ths | | desperate character of the men with |whom he had to deal. He Knew | they were both armed, and that | neither would hesitate an instant to shoot him down if he gave them the | least opening. He must acquire tirst | |an advantage and then throw the fear of death into them. | _There was just one way to do | this, and in the light of what had | cccurred, Jack Stuart had no com- { punctions whataver in doing it. | | The driver's back was dimly out- | |lined in the gloom just in front of { him. Grasping the gun firmly by it | [ barrel, he brought the heavy butt | down on the fellow’s head, protected ightly by his ca | CHAPTER II | He saw the body sag back, the | hands dropping from the steering wheel. Simultaneously, he reversed | cnds with the gun, reached down | | with hus left hand, shut off the | | power of the car, and, grabbed the { | wheel. Then, while he held the car |steady, letting it gradually slow down, he raised the gun and fired a shot above the other man's head. As he lowered the muzzle, covering the fellow by the girl's right side, the came to a stop. Stick up your hands, Mister Man —quick!"” | The command popped from Jack's lips like an echo of his gun's report. while at the same instant he spapped on the lights over the dials | lin front, outlining, distinctly, both | man and girl, The fcllow's hands went up, the tnstrument board lights showing his face the picture ¢f astonishment and fright! The entire action from the stant the driver “stopped driving” vntil then had consumed not mor !than eix seconds. You step out on th’ sunning hoard, please, Miss!” Jack directed Ithe girl. &he obeyed instantly, real- izing intuitiveiy that he was a friend. “Now, Mister Man,” he went on swiftly, the muzzle of the big Colt | aimed straizht at the fellow, “you slide over this way, keeping your | back toward me till I search you. | An’ don’t forget to hold your hands | up hi » 1 | The fellow pealized quite evidently | the folly of any false move, for he | responied instaatly to the orders. A quick search brought forth two | | guns and a blackjack. A like per- | formance on his partner uncovered | two more and another “jack.” Jack dropped the plunder in his peckets The man under the wheel was i}l unconscious, although breathing nat- {uraily. Pusiness in the “stick-up” | | line, apparently, had undergone a slump! | | The moon was again shining | Fright, and outlining everything with a clarity cqual almost to day- light, : Just one funny move on your| part, Mister Man,” said Jack, coldly, | still keeping the big man carcfully | covered, “one crooked move and,! of your | ance iifted to the face of | the girl standing on the running| board directly opposite him. It was | plainly revealed for the first time | in the bright lunar rays. Jack Stuart | caught his breath with a littls gasp at the startling, vivid beauty he saw. Who was &he? He knew, of course, that she was, like himsel, | a victim of these two on whom he | had turned the tables. | He recalled the blackjacking of her companion in another car. They must have stopped to lend him aid. He remem- | bered &ecing her being lifted from her car. It had been that as much as | D anything that had stirred him into | action, He came to a swift deci .| “Come around to this side, | he sald, motionirg to the girl but not removing his gaze from the fel- low in the seat. | 8he oheyed without an fnstant’s | hesitation, showing therchy her con. | fidence in the man who had sprung | &0 unexpectedly into the action of | | this night drama in which she had | —ps) Fecome cntangled. Stepping around the front end of the car to where he still stood on the left running | board, the two men within focus of Tis vision, she reached up and pross- | ed his hand. | thank you with—with all my heart!” she exclaimed, impulsively. “Heaven only knows what might have happened if you—" “Didn't T tell yuh—?2" cut in the | man seated, “we was gonna let yuh | gO jus’ ag goon as—" | “Shut up!" barked Jack Stuart, | rapping the fellow sharply on the shoulder with the gun barrel, “We'll | |let you know when we want to hear | looked at each other in the from you!" Than to the girl: i “I'm going to ask vou to help me, | Miss,” he said swiftly, keeping a watchful eye on the man at the | fame time. “There’s a rope under th* seat here. Will you please reach under and get it for me?"” | The rope was a half-inch manila, | %0 feet long, that he had used ‘re- cently in tying a camping tent to | the car. It was new and strong. TUnder the gun's threat the crook was forced to lift his pal out of the car and hold him erect while Jack Stuart wound the 50 feet of hemp | around the pair in such a manner as to render the two temporarily | Lelpless. Then he searched them for his bankroll, watch and cigaret case. These were found on the big fellow and transferred to his own pockets. “You'll have but little difficulty in getting free when we are gone,” he consoled the man, “and your pal ien’t hurt much. T ought to take you back and have you locked up. What vou feliows did tonight would send | vou hoth to prison for 20 years, | pare th* time to hother o we'll leave you here. “You're gonna lcave us our guns, ain’t yuh?” the fellow had the af- frontery to ask. “Oh, ves, T'll leave you th' guns,” Jack told him. And he did — but| after removing the cylinders from | cach. It was & black look this act ' CENTRAL DPRESS @ 1928 THE: brought from the big man, when Jack had turned the ca the girl and he were starting back, the fellow began cursing. Swear your head off, you big simp,” 4aid Jack, as he stepped on the gas. “We've pulled your teeth for a while, anyhow., We have at least that much satistaction!” The girl at his side lald her hand on his arm. . “Won't you tell me now?” she asked, the deep contralto tones of her voice vibrant with emotion, “whom I have to thank for saving me from—God only knows what horrible experience or fate?” He told her his name, and she told him hers. Then he told her of his plans, how he had come to leave his home town in Kentucky to go to w York. He told her many things . but he didn’t tell her everything. For instance, tell her how his father, having failed and in business, had “gone West” by his | own train, leaving his son to go east by his readster and a thousand dol- lars in cash, Nor did he tell her of a girl named Mona, back in the home town, whe had discovered in the final analysis ho and buncho—that love in a cottage to a lady with lobster tastes-—held little lure, ete. Then, as they sped along by the light of the moon, she told him of herself, of Tony, her brother, of her | father, Peter, and their pretty home in the lea of the mountain just out- | side the glass marufacturing town in Wost Virginia, in the valley of the Monongahela. She told him of Tony's and her ambitions to got into the “Big Time" of vaudeville fn classical which they had been studying and practicing since childhood. And so they talked and talked, and | Ivery light of the moon. . And thry were young. . . . But the story that hegan that August night was older than the hills through which drove, as old as life ftsclf—and yet ever new., “Whatever it 1 whether it be Destiiy, Fate, Chance —or what have you—something con- trols and directs the workings of the great cosmic outfit and, {inci- dentally, our own puny lives. How- ever this directing force is guided, what it is and what controls it, real- Iy matters but little to us. I wouldn't understand it, Mister Thomas; prob- ably you wouldn't, and it is doubtful if the brainy, scientific expert could explain it clearly if he understood it. | All we know §s—we're here, we stay hile, and then kapouf! We're gone —somewhere—maybe! Peter Justin blew out the match flame, Just like that is life!” he eluci- dated smilingly, and looked around with a hurried glance. ow you see it, feel it, and then—skidoo!” Nobody ~contradicted him. He didn't expect it. Mr. Thomas merely licked his paw with a long, red tongue, and then smoothed his whis- kers. But to Peter's observations he only blinked an eye, offering no comment whatsoever. Mr. Thomas never talked. He was a mouser, not he didn't | ncing, | they | Mister Thomas, AND NCE~ ¢ BROKEN THREADS °"TWIN LOVES” THE 508 SISTER'ETC. ASSOCIATION, ING. a mouther, Peter often talked to Mr. Thomas | —even philosophized to him. He ex- | perfenced what fs referred to in | these modern times as a “kick” fn thus voicing his opinions. The cer- | tainty that these would not be dis- puted lent hima confidence that was | mildly intoxicating to Peter's very modest €go. It never occurred to him that | balmy afternoon in August that he might have another atditor than Mr. Thomas. It was, in fact, the lat- ter's jerking moustache that an- nounced the guest's presence. Peter looked up and around and into the | smiling countenance of his new | friend, *Mister Stuart—Mister Jack of Kaintucky, suh!” The omer was standing in the door- y opening from the sitting room onto the old-fashioned verandah of the Justin home. “Why, how'd do, Mister Stuart!” greeted Peter, a cordial welcome in both his words and tone. “Come right in—glad t' see you! How long yuh been here?” “Oh, T arrived just as.you began ! tellin’ Mist’ Thomas of what Life was comprised,” replled Jack Stuart, with a broad smile lighting up his more than good-looking face. “An’ I don’t mind tellin’ yuh, Mist’ Jus- tin” he went on sociably, “that I think you've got it doped out ’hout | right. We're bern, as George Cohan s kopouf! You said it!" A week had shuffled itself into {the diseard of past events since Jill and Tony-Justin had experienced [ their startling advendaire resulting in the meeting and subsequent ae- cuaintanceship with | Tony's injury from the black-jacking had been slight, although an hour clapsed before he recovercd enough !to talk. Fortunately, a pair of pass- ing autoists had discovered him sit- ting unconscious in his car, had | wa life if he keeps the premiumg of d cency and squarc lving pdd up “I reckon you're right, suh,” said Jack Stuart, a bit absently. He was wondering if it were not quite po ble that he might be overworking his welcome in this home of “ti most wonderful girl in the world. Then he recalled something Peter Justin had told him the day hefore. “You said yest'day, Mist' Justin " he went on after a momen, trying to make h voice sound casual, “that you might be able to get me a | job as apprentics in glass working. | I've thought it over an' I—T believe | I'd like to learn th' trade. What are | the chances?" i “You can start work tomorrow, | vou wish, Mister Stuart,” Peter t | him. “Your wagss for th' first th months'll be just about enough to | live on decently. But I can fix it so | vou'll get specia trade in half time. That'll let you he makin® 30 a weck after six months j«n’ 60 by th' end of th’ r | “That's simply great!” exclaimed | Jack, exultantly, and L pushed out I his hand. “Shake, Mist' Justin, an’ |a thousand thanks!" And so they ghook nds en it and Jack called it “lake” and told shifts an' learn th' | Jill shortly afterward that ber fath- €r was juet about the grandest man in the world and that he, Jack, was just about the luckiest. Then he told | Jin that she was “just abowt™ tle | prettiest girl in the world, but hav- ing told her that on several previous occasions during the week, he feit that he was bezinning to repeat. He would have to work up something | more original, he told himseif, or ¢lse confine his visits to one call a day—and make that in the evening. And thus it came to pass that Jaek Stuart, whom Chance, Circumatance, . or whatever you choose to call it, had shunted off at Elliston, W. | Va, on a balmy night in August, scttled down for permanent resi- dent in the pretty little glass tewn. I'rom a potential vagabond with = high-powered roadster and a $1,006 laukroll, he blossomed out over night, as it were, into a respected, honored citizen, the accepted friend nd potential suitor of “the pretti- | ost girl in the world!” And so, as they say in Hollywood, “tha¥’s that | —but that ain't an:” . . . ! Read tomorrow what happens to Jack and Jill. PETTING WILL CONTINUE UNTIL NOVELTY WEARS Columbus, 0., Feb., 8 | Boredom may cause 1 school |youth to stop petting and playi | with hip pocket flasks, but agitation |against youth's so-called uprisi {will have little effect, in the |of East High school students her | East High school, Columbu: |cently attracted widespread attention ‘}\vhtn “The Rampant Age,”” work of | Robert 8. Carr, an 1S-year-old East High school you led attention to alleged activities of wild youth here. Shortly after publication (LR)— on of the girl in East High wa a for comment as to real conditions there, as to the views of her sex toward liberties taken by the young women of tender years. The history of petting to thi ticular young woman—she w 16—was v these conditions started, or how she said. “They've been going on as long as I remember, and I've been going out for years now.” ¢ East High school students, hc said, did not look upon petting as a | prime necessity of life and she sug- | gested that the custom was becom- |ing so general that it might he killed |oft eventually because of the ve fact that the novelty may wear off. par- only book a prominent young sophomore | gue. “I den't know when | OUT, SAYS FLAPPER | We like 1 she said, refepring bhoth to petting and drinking, “and we'll probably keep right on with it until it begins to bore us. I don't know what we'll do then. After all, what is a person to do? You go out on a triple date and all |the other girls neck. You hate to be a bum sport, and that's that." The 16-year-old girl, who is known to newspaper people in Co- lumbus, made statements about high school life herc that would make some of the statements in .“The Rampant Age,” scem antiquated. “I don’t know why someone hasn’t written it before,” she said, “except that the high school kids are the only ones who really know what's going on. The parents don't know and the teachers don't know. The parents wouldn't know what to do lif they find out, so they don't try very hard. They'd tell us that petting |and drinking and so on.all were . But they couldn’t convince Most of East High school’s par- thrown out of town and ere is little trouble from police- men, this worldly wise young woms. an maintained. o “The cops dont know half as many roads as the high school boys | do," she concluded. KELLOGG IN CANADA 8. Secretary of State Guest of Canadian Parliament and Plans to | 3 | Attend Round of Luncheons, Ottawa, Ont., Feb. 8 UP—Tnited | States Secrctary of State Frank B. | Kellogg was the guest of the Can- |adian parliament at a dinner fol- lowed by a reception at government house today, the third day of his visit to the capital. He leaves for Washington tomorrow. The Canadian senators were wag- |ing a wordy battle over the building of the proposad St. Lawrence water- way on S:cretary Kelloge's visit to their. gallery yesterday. During the course of the debate, which the dis- tinguished visitor heard, Senator | R. H. Pope declared “I am too good |2 Canadian to use Yankee money for Canadian purposes.” | It was a busy day for the Wasn- |ington visitors. Following a slcigh [ ride over the pital in the | Secretary Kellozg was the guest of Premier MacKenzie King at lunch- | eon, attended a reception in the afternoon, and a dinner hy United | States Minister William Phillips in the evening. | Drunkenness Ticrease in Montreal Is Scored Montreal, Qua., Feb, 8 (P—Alder- man A. A. Desroches a rted before city council that drunkenness in | Montreal increased 50 per cent n | 1927 over 1926 aid the blame ’Dn “blind pi He declared that a number of young girls of good s, an’ we live a while an’ then— | Jack Stuare, | recognized him and taken him heme, | towing his roadster. Just as he was regaining consciousress Jill bursting into the house towing her | rescuer and the innocent cause of | all the excitement, Since that night of their dramatie | and romantic introduction, Jack Stuart had beoa both a daily and & | nightly visitor at the Justin home, e secured board with the | Widow Logan, a big-he through whom he came to know Father Ryan, Wrom the very night | | of his arrival, forces constituting the | Justins, the priest and the widow | seemed to have conspired to add | Jack Stuart g0 Elliston's population, “Oh, well,” commented Peter Jus- i tin, in response to the young Ken- | tuckiaa's announced agreement with him regarding the shaky pillars in | life’'s upbuilding, “he’s a wise mar- iner who sails always with an an- chor ready to windward. Then if a quawl hits his craft, all he's got to |l {do is to “leggo da hank.” With | everything trim and ship-shape, he's | £afe in hia little Hfe-boat. Put i he | lets his gear got rotten, then when a storm breaks he's in danger. A man's moral upkecp is much tn’ same as life fnsarance. It may pro- vide agalnst hidden reefs in the un charted hereafier, and it is a posi tive guarantee of maturing in this rted matron, | came | morning, | lrnmll)‘ had been found in such es- | tablisiments and asked adoption of | a motion addressed to the legislature calling for a law that would make such persons liable to a fine of $100 Thesmotion {or two months in jail. was passed. | i {Optimism Prevailin | In Hardware Business | New York, Feb. 8.—Reports from | the hardware trade in general indi- cate optimism for business to be ex- |pected in the first three months of | , Hardware Age will say tomor- |row in its weekly market summary. | Although the month-of January has been decidedly backward, due in no small part to unseasonable weather, the indications are that February will show a noticeable improvement. 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