New Britain Herald Newspaper, June 1, 1929, Page 16

tq. foliow Lucy: clare himselt? Who was he? The t| man who had fited on me in the Two Brother the murdered An- he starts to enter a at one side of the head. A second tears off his hat. He ;. Waves, convincod that the unseen 2 vis gearkaman. ia guarding the entrance . te a-mew vein of gold. A furious Jashes -Peebles unmercifully. He faally stumbles into an old build- CHAPTER 21 STALKED BY A KILLER The wind yammered and snarled like a regiment of baboons. Blasts " velleyed in through the open door. I s~ canyon?.No, he could not have got down here before me. Dillon, then? This was more probable. Fear held me as in a vice. An unknown, unseen enemy sends the horrors up and ‘down my spine. Moreover, I had no weapon of any sort, whereas Dillon would be armed. I pondered swiftly, des- perately, and decided on a risky experiment. Bending double, X picked my way to the lower end of the bar, knelt behind it, and fumbled in my pocket for matches. I was determined to try and force my unseen enemy to show his in- tentions. Still crouching low, I struck a matca and: held it above the bar. Crack! Crack! Splinters of glass from the shattered mirror behind =t A few seconds delay meant de ath—finally the door closed had-heard and read of the sand- sterms ‘of Bkull Valley scouring the enamel off 'a car and grinding the wlass of & windshield until ‘it was opaque. The thought of Lucy and Jerry out in ‘it gave me a bad minute or twe. But I reflected that Jerry had & seund head on his shoulders, and néthing. - serious would be likely to happen to them. ¢ More comfortable in mind anl Pedy, T looked about and decided T Nad tumbled into Lundy's Place. ? . @et some of the sand out of my me showered upom my back and head. ‘The double flash had told me that my enemy was posted near the open door. I am no more cowardly than most mean, but the wind of death oh my flesh had set my nerves a-quiver. My hand feeling about under the bar .encowntered a heap of empty beer bottles. T stood up noiselessly, bottle in hand, and hurled it in the direction of the flash. As the bottle left dropped behind the b my joy I heard u grunt, a scorch- Silent, n(on’ figures at the table — their flech was cold eyes and stood up. My head felt twice its normal size and my legs were as weak as straws. I was feeling around tor a chair when I stopped sharply, my body turned to stone. - Ever since I had come into this graveyard town my senses had been abnormally acute. _slon that I was being watched was at me again, stronger than ever. I eould have sworn there was some ene other than myself in the build- ing. There came a lull in the roar of the storm, and suddenly. out of the profound silence, a definite indoors #ound broke on my eardrums. It wasn't the sound that hrought me up rigid, ‘heart pounding in my throat; it was the sense of danger that came with it. Some on- was in the room. Why didn't he de- POOR PA BY CLAI'DF CALI AN “Ma’s feelin’ so bad that she ought to have the doctor, but she won't send for him because she hasn’t got any pretty things to be sick in.” Cepyright 1329. Publishers Syndicate) The impres- | ing oath, and the crash of glass. Crack! The bar quivered as | the slug plowed into it. “He'll he | stalking me next.,” 1 raflected. “If (only I had a pistol!” The irony of | owning se hundreds of them | and being unarmed when T needed one had not escaped me. 1 thought of the stair and the gal- { lery above. If I could get up there i 1 might, have a better chance. Graspfhg another beer bottle, I crept to the stair and started up {it on my ftoes. Halfway up, the { wind dropped for a minute, and at precisely that moment I stumbled over a sprung board. The board creak 4 Crack! The bottle smashed in my hand. The flash had come from the hotiom of the stair. I bounded up 1o the top There 1 listened He was com- AUNT HET . BY RORERT QUILIEN “1 was' goin’ to have a hen for dinner, but that piece in the paper about males bein’ supcrior got me so riled 1 just wanted to wring a reoster’s neck.” ‘CopyMght 1929, Pul hers Byndicate) ingup at a run. I fled along the gallery until I came nearly to the other end. 1 crept to the wall, as weak as a glass of skimmed milk, Keeping close to the wall, I moved noiselessly down the gal- lery, and ‘entered upon the most terrific half hour of my life. The gallery ran arosund the four walls of the hall. Now I came to the end. Dillon was somewhere be- hind me. Or was he waiting near the head of the stairs for me to circle the gallery and run into his ams? .I dared not go on; I was afraid to remain still. Halfway up the weat side of the gallery I stopped once more. A beam of light shot out of the dark- ness in my rear 30 feet away. He had Kkept the torch back until he was sure 1 was unarmed. Now he knew he had me. I drove myself on again. Just then 1 pitched headlong over a broken chair and slid along the floor. 1 squirmed into the further corner of a partitioned alcove next to the wall. - My pursuer could not see me. My hands fell upon the back of a chair. I picked it up, whirled it around the alcove partition and let go. ‘The chair went home. The man cursed and the light beam swept downward; it fell through the well of the hall. A tinkle of glass as it struck the fioor was faintly audible. I sensed the man's approach, 1 heard his excited breathing, and T falt him, at last, standing in front of the alecave, gun leveled. The pistol cracked again. I must have been hidden, or he would have hit me, The flash showed me exactly where he was. Tensing my body, T let myself go. I struck him like a battering ram and he staggered to the bal-" cony rail. dropping the pistol. Be- fore I could follow up my advan- tage he lifted me bodily and flung me against the wall in the alcove. My head as well as my body struck the wall, and I passed into that borderland between sensibility and unconsciousness. My enemy was groping for his pistol. 1 could not lift a hand to stop him, Then I made a curious discovery. My head and shoulders were not piled up against the wall, as T had sup- posed, but were Iying in a room behind the wall. Part of it had swung in when T was thrown against it, and the upper portion of my body had gone with it. Where my strength came from T know not, hut I suddenly found myself wriggling painfully forward into the room. Two-thirds of my body were in when T collapsed, ex- hausted. Again strength as given me, and I got myself completely into the room. A dozen seconds may have elapsed before I was able to grope for the deor. It swung slowly before my feeble effort. It stuck and creaked. i “Dear God,” T sobbed, * ‘I've got to shut it!" Crack! The bullet ripped through woodwork and by the flash T got a glimpse of some one leaping into the alcove. Just then the door swung to and a latch clicked. My hand encountered a flat bolt. 1 drove it home, and sank In a hud- dle on the floor. il CHAPTER 22 POKER FACES The storm lached at the building and loose boards rattled like skele- tons dancing in a closet. 1 was vaguely aware of the man investi- gating the other side of the wall. He would rap on the door with the butt of his pistol, then hurl himself upon it, but without effect. I was too ill 1o care and too dazed to move. Some time passed and then I heard him no more. Presently T began to feel hetter, The room was pitch black. T still had a single match. Treasuring it between my fingers, I was loath to use it. If I struck the match the flame would burn out and I would have lost my last anchorage in reality. It a way, I think I feared tha light event more than I did the dark, for I had an uncanny sense of some sounds L to you the abaormal state of my mind and ow unfitted 1 was t§)’ pass on the nature of what was to|and follow. 1 tried to rid my mind of its ol session by focusing my attention on the eventa that had brought me to this graveyard town. Gold bul- lets . . . poker chips . ., . playing cards ., . . the man “Jerry” . , . Andrew Ogden and Aan.unon the same man .. . blackmfil . . . Mrs. Joe Lundy . . . Dillen . . . Furie . . . Jerry flying for his life. —but it wasn't Jerry! . . . Nathan. Hyde . . . Jerry and Lucy driv- ing into the sandblast.: And the who had fired on me at the mine Furie — Dillon? Dillon — Furie Furie—? *“God help m can't be real! mad!" I found, then, that the storm had stopped. When, I did not know, for 1 had lost track of time. The. silence wj more devastating to my tortu nerves than the uproar which had preceded it. I wanted to weép, to laugh, to scream, to dash my head against the floor, And then I made a discovery. The room wasn't as dark as it had been when I fell in through the door. I made out the shape of a small window on the north side of the room. As I continued to stare at the window a paralysing cold- ness came over my body. 1 was not alone in the, room! Two men were sitting facing each other over a tabie in front of the window. The outline of their heads and shoulders merged into | the shadows which enclosed the frame, but they were unmistakably there. That is, unless I were mad. And T was not at all sure that T was not! They must know I was here. Why didn’t they speak, or come to me? They sat perfectly still. Why didn't they move? They sat in darkness. Why didn't they make {a light? I moved my no word feil T thought. Or else I am going. lips in speech, but from them, but ] hammered on the floor with my fists. Again I tried to speak, this time with better success. | "Ray, there! 1 wish you'd help | me.” | The moved. That paralyzing coldness began to creep over me again, but I shook it off. Struggling mightily, I man- aged to get to my haunches. Then I remembered the solitary match in my hand. The very thing to at- tract their attention! I drew the match sharply across the floor; but it must have been de- fective, for while the phosphorous flared up it did.not light the stick, but hissed and aputtered and began to- go out, The brief and feeble flame made little impression on the dark fac: ®f the room but it did | slightly illuminate the surface of | the table, At what 'T saw T dropped | {the match and flopped down on my. | back again. | T am mad, or else I am dream- | ing,” T said, quite aloud. The two men did not speak. In that momént of light I had seen playing cards and stacks of poker chips on the table. The two men were playing poker iIn the dark and their cards were exposed! It was a showdown. Crouched against the fought the horror rising breast. 1 wans nsleep! That was it, of course. Afterwards, I would laugh at my crazy nightmare! And vet—and yet—I ran my hands over the floor. Rand scoured my finger ends. I felt of my body—thin and bony, but real enough. Breathing deeply, I litted my eyes to the win- dow again. The outlines of the two heads and shoulders were still there. “Well,” T said aloud. “if you want sit in the dark pretending to play poker, why shouldn't you? | {ll'l your business, isn't i{t? And| if 'you don’t choose to take notice of me I can likewise ignore you." But this nonsense my rising hysteria, which sudden- ly got the better of me. “Who are'you?" I shrilled. Ritence still. “What are you doing there? You can’t play poker in the dark! You can’t make a fool of me!” T pound- ‘ed on the floor with my fists, L No response, two men neither spoke nor floor, T in my| | | | to JUST KIDS AND WHEN [ LOVE 1 LOVE LIKE A KING POl COME ON COuSIN ELMER WE'LL HOP A TAX!, AND didn’t check | real, and I thrust it iite a . to my feet. wouid fall, but sems to remain staading. 1 felt a shirt, gritty with sand. 8till |* haif blinded, I could make @othing | definite of the man, but thers was, sdlid stuff beneath the shirt. I wyt |feartully ran my hand up to the shoulder. No word or movement from the figure. “Speak to me! word! Oh, speak! 8till that dreadful silence. Hor- ror crawled within my breast. My T implored. hand crept . along the shoulder to = the neck, and-then to the face. The flesh was eold. Something snapped .in my brain. All feeling went out of my arms and legs and body and I pitched naeless to the floor.” (Copyright, 1929, Wm. Morrow Co.) Have the horrors of the night driven Peebles insane? Will he be saved? Read the answer in Mon- day's chapter. NAY BE REDNSTATED Big Ten Officials Decide to Hold a Hearing on University's Petition " Against Ruling. Chicago, June 1.—(M—8olution of the University of Iowa's troubles in the Big Ten today was definitely in sight. Decision to hold a hearing to con- sider Iowa's petition for reinstate. ment ‘in the Western Conference group was announced last night by Professor George A. Goodenough of the University of Illinols, chairman of the faculty committee on athletics. Professor Goodenough said he had been directed by the other members of the committee to call a meeting | with Towa officials, at which P. E. French of Ohlp Btate university, and Professor Janjes Page, of the Uni- versity of Mingpsota, . with Good- enough, will r€present the faculty body. He said the meeting would be held at Chicago *some time ne week." Recife, Penambuco, Brasil, (M— Many tons of alligator pears may noon be going to the United States from this state. There is a move- ment on foot to increase the acre- age. improve packing for export and | the best bearing | cultivate only atock. | “ City Advertisement GASOLINE STATION HEARING Notice is hereby given that a hearing will be held in the oftice of th: Board of Public Works at 6:30 p. m. E. 8 T, Tuesday, June 11th, 1929, relative to the applica- tion of James Manning for approval of application for .gasoline flling station lo be located at 224 Broad reet, (on site of present station), in accordance with the Public Acts of'1927. ' All persons Interested are request- ed to bp present at said hearing, if they sce caume, and be heard in 1e- lation to the above. A. M. PAONESEA, Mayor. WEADQUARTERS FOR Lace Curtains Absolutely the Largest and Finest’ Display in the City at the Lowest Prices, BLOOMBERG'S 328 MAIN STREET “A . George Kaplan, whose silhouette appeared in last evening’'s Herald, certainly caught the eye of those who are wont to search the adver- tisements in New Britain's leading newspaper, for answers aplenty are at hand for diligent consideration of the editor. Mr. Kaplan although only a few years in New Britain has become one of the Hardware City boosters and embraces every op- portunity to speak well of the pro- gress of our far-sighted captains of industry, thrifty housewives, finan- cial wizards, Wall street players, fel- low merchants, and all kinds of pio- fessional men. That's kind of flat- tering, but what can the editor do but that, for he too hasa warm spot in his heart for advertisers as well as the business office? To let you in on a little secret, the B. O. M. (business office must) says that this feature must needs be controlled by business ethics conducted along gen- erou slines crystallizing itself into & sort of a “Hurrah for Everybody" and a “boom town" affair. Now that our little ramble is over and the missionary stuff has been put over, the editor will award the dollar to Israel Rose of 103 East street for various reasons not to be divulged because of lack of space. Here's the letter: The sithouette tonight is the likc- ness of George Kaplan, part owner | of the John A. Andrews:Co., Inc. He is always smiling and cheerful when you enter his store, and is glad to weit on you for the smallest article. The store 'is known for the morta, “It is never undersold” and lives up | to this motto nobly. He resides in New Britain and will probablytake a share in local politics as he did | in his native city of Hartford, As Baturday is rapidly becoming & feature day, a day when many things of interest appear in the paper—the New Britain Herald, it is most fit- ting that the silhouette of an inter- esting person should be printed to- day. The silhouette represents a man, a graduate of Georgetown and also of dear old Eli, better known to us Latin students as Yalenthis. Far off Brazil beckoned to him some years back, where he was known =8 the “Santos Sensation,” so dextrous- ly did he do his work, be it pre- paring 2 legal paper on the whys or wherefores of the coffee trade, or & rymposium on the ultimate destina. tion of the Mexican Hopping Bean should. it be allowed to use its en- RULES OF SILHOUETTE CONTEST 3 1.—Identify likeness. 3.—Describe how he makes livell- hood 3.—Addrebs communications to “Silhouette” Editor, New Britain Herald ¢.—Contest closes at 2 p. m. fol- . lowing insertion—Saturday 10 a. m. S.—Answers may be malied or brought to the Hefald office. §.—Credit given for neatness. 7.=~One dollar awarded dally for best answer according to MISSUS DOLAN ACTED VERY SORTA MAD AT ME CAUSE 1 TOLD HER I COULDNT LY AND HER PALS ELMER WANTS as practised A Marble Hall. In the year 1914, this and fortune. The editer-in-chie? | happened to see all this copy, so, in the words of the stage folk, ho'll have to quit and call curtain. Who is h“ You have over the week- end 5o give us an earful. UECODON IN TRAINDNG Basque Heavyweight Works Out for the Sccond Time in Preparation for Bout With Schmeling. Hoosick Falls, N, Y., June 1 (UP) —Paolino Uzcudun, Basque heavy- wi , entered his second day of training today for his 15-round bout with Max Schmeling of Germany at Yankee Stadium.June 27. “Paolino never started training in better condition,” one if his hand- lers said after watching him go through his paces. He weighs 195, two pounds more than his best fight- ing weight. Among the mascots and playmates guthered here by Paolino are a Ger- man police dog, a dachshund puppy, a black cat with four Kittens and a hen which is mothering a flock of young goslins. 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