New Britain Herald Newspaper, June 3, 1929, Page 16

e {0 - gallery. VRS = . - Bymopels: ‘shots ‘ot his unknown assailant ithe Lundy Place, Peebles rests in veom into which he stumbled. the terrific windstorm abates the darkness of the room lifts Peebles makes a discovery ves him gasping. Two silent are seated at table near him, apparently playing cards in the dark. Peebles believes he is becom- ing mad, shouts at the figures, beg- ging them to speak. They remain sitent. Peebles crawls to the table, touches ome figure on the arm, then on the face and feel—cold flesh! He faints. . .. CHAPTER 23 THE DESERT RAT "It was morning when I came to. A finger of suntight slanted across my. fdce, intensifying an ache at the The gold-mad desert-rat shr back of my eyeballs. 8till in a dazed condition, I lay quiet and waited for memory to refresh itself of events of the night. First, there had beeh the wind- storm, turning calm day into fu- rious night and spinning me into the resort; discovery of Dillon in the hall, my ascent of the stair- case, and Dillon. stalking me in the The crack of his pistol, | the bite of the bullet on woodwork. They. were as vivid to me as fire. A door had opehed, then-— Here 1 paused. Jerry's flannels—planted by with Dillon, my painful entrance into the room b yond, had been real. But the re of f£? The two men playing poker in the dark. Their faces — 1 shuddered. or delirium; nothing more. 1 saw exactly where reality and illusion began. 1.was lying on the floor in one of the rooms off ‘the balcony, a pillow under my head. A bed, a bureau, and a chair were in the room. The door had heen smashed in. Sitting on an empty case, a rifle between his knees, was the oddest-looking creature I had ever seen. He was a little wizened-up crah- apple of A man. Snow-white hair thatched #kull and ears and neck, and his face was furrowed like a fresh-plowed ficld. His arms my experience Nightmare Yes, ended mously strong, I thought,. and they terminated in a pair of sinewy hands. He was fingering a lump of quartz, at which he' peered through a lens stuck in his eye. “Good morning, Furie,” I sald, at length. His ancient head flashed up and I put his age at eighty. The small, red-rimmed eyes, China-blue, in color, were set in a dirty wedge of a face. The glass in his eve held monocle fashion, was eight-sided. “He e—he—! the old man cackled. “So ye ain't cold hawg yet, huh?” “I don’t know th: fault I'm not,” I ob “Huh!" he shrilled, shaking his shaggy head at me. “Hain't I bust in the door an' put yer head on a it isn't your d. the | | cold, waxed | piller an’ gived ye a guzzle o' wa- illed, screamed and cackled ter? “Very kind of you,” T admitted, but 1 was thinking yon tried your { hardest to put a bullet an inch from my head up at the Two Broth- ers.” “Therc's {00 many comes a- nosin® around these parts now' days!” he screamed. “That thar mine ain’t none o' yer business, nor nob'dy else's!” 1 managed to |and, by degrees, | ping onto the bed, g.‘c to my knees to my feet. Drop- 1 fixed a stern The nndstorm.“n on the crafty face in front of Dillon—to convict the youth! See here, Furis Nathan Hyde Frida | Where did you find sold him 2" you called on morning. that pistol you n to interlace his hony : {ain't 1 said I ain't tellin® nothin’? | I lean | finger at him. | Andrew Ogden. You specimen of gold did you get it?" “I ain’t tellin he yelped. “Well, it doesn’t matter,” T said softly. “You got it from a new vein in the Two Brothers.™” He leaped to his f and fouming, his face as yvellow ing, face, his "Tis my er, You pointing my also called on took him a quartz. Where speec nut shell of a as saffron. Quiver. shook his bony fists in my eyes hloodshot gold, this!" w he scream- POOR PA BY CLAUDE CALLAN “Ellen thinks she's av-ful good, but 1 don't see much difference between doin’ wrong an’ wantin’ to talk about it all the time.” Copyright 1525, Publishers Byndicate AUNT HET BY RORERT QUILLEN “I didn’'t know Cousin Ben had his tonsils took out until 1 set in front of him at choir practice t night.” (Copyright 1223, Publishers Eyndicate) murlly safe from, were long like an ape's and enor- | ed, prancing up and down, eyepizce its wire. “Hain’t 1 tramped Skull and Skeleton years alookin' fer it? thirsted an’ starved? Ilam’t burned and sweated and freezed? But I found it! An' nobody's ago- in’ to take it away from me!" Quite mad on the subject of gold, he raved on in this vain. “Woul 1 Andry Ogdea ha knowed it war thar if 1 hadn't tol’ him, I ask ye? But I'm squar’ shootin’, 1 is. ‘Andry.’ scz 1, ‘the claim is yourn but the findin's mine, so I'll split ye fifty-firty." ‘Ye will not!* he yells at m2. ‘How Gare you trespass or my property! Ull have the roof o' th2 jail over yur crack-brained hcad!™ I thought in time to stop him. “Furie! -What else did you say to Andrew Ogden?” “I ain't tellir Leaning nearver, 1 said gravely, “Andrew Ogden is dead. “Huh! — what? Dead!"” he shrill- ed. “Dead!” “He was stabbed to death in his library after you left him Friday night. “Stabbed! Whut! Ogden! Who did it?" T looked at him “The police will he question before long. “'Tis a lie!” he left him alive!™ “Hmn! Well, jcan prove it?" “Prove it!” he mumbled How's an old geezer rattling on ‘Whut! accusingly. screamed. *I maybe it is. You 1it? Iy, “How'll they prov: when I didn’t o it? aybe they won't if you tell ev- erything you know.” He opened his mouth, it stubbornly. I let the point rest. “Ogden’s son Jerry was here. Did you see him?" “Uh-huh. The girl, too.” “Do you know why Andrew Og- den didn’t want the Two Brothers opened 2" “He-he-he!” he ca been in the mine, eh it agin me then shut He-he-he! Jes' noth- “You said you were guarding the mine because people were hanging around it.” I went on. “What did those people look like?" “Dunno. Both was tall. ‘em ran to meat." “How long have Skull Valley, Furie?” God knows. Korty, 50, 60 year." “Ever hear of Alex Peterson in ld days?” n-to-One Peterson!" he shrill- ed. ‘rybody knowed Ten-to- One 30 years ago.” “You've lived here all alone— all this time?” I inquired. He nodded mourntully. “Uh- huh. Who'd live in this devil's skillet but a old fool of a desert | rat like me? When I gets crazy lonely T talks to Bull and Nap.” and " T exclaimed. One 0{ you been in th 24 NIGHTMARE Furie's eyes were crafty as he considered my excited question as to “Bull” and “Nap.” “Nothin’,” he mumbled. "No(hln but foolery! A couple 0'—o' hom- bres 1 talk to!" I thought I understood. Men in desolate places sometimes create personalities out of their own im- aginations. “Did Peterson ever own the Two | Brothers?” I went on. “Mebbe. 1 dunno.” 1 looked at him “Try to remember this: Did you ever hear of a ‘poker game that cracked the town’?” A wild look came into his eyes. “Peterson — Ten-to-One—Lundy— Joe Lundy—" His words, the look in his eyes, fired my brain. Was this half- witted desert rat to untangle the steadily. Go on!" T implored. - But he sprang to his feet Andry | sking you that | . “Prove | like me | to prove anythin'?” Then shrewd- | led. “Ye ain't | snarl of Andrew's life? “Yes, yes!| n much, but TAge. ; “I tell yo 1 dleremember! Yo can't live in the . Skull like I done and remember. An’ I ain’t a-goin’ to anawer no more o' yer quep tions,” he. raved on. & Bitterly disappointed, him sharply: “Where were you last night?” I demand:d sternly. “In me shanty by the mine.” “You are lying,” I said, although I didn't believe he was. “You were in this building.” "l waren't!” he shrilled. inclined to believe him.’ "A man was in this building last night seeking my life,” I went on. “If 1 hadn’t managed to crawl into this room he'd have got me."” T no longer doubted this was the room into which I had fallen, oy that the .figures I had seen in it were anything else but figments of my disordered imagination. “It waren't me!"” Furie snarled. “How did you happen to find me here?" “I comes up onct in a whlla. This yere door waren't never locked I before dnd I looked through a crack. You was lyin’ on the floor, (80 1 busts in the door and gives ve a guzzle o' water.” T considered him in silence for a moment. Yea he was speaking the truth. Dillon was the man who had been after me, The purr of an automobile engine unexpectedly broke upon the graveyard quiet. | *“Another o' them city ll’llrpl"’{ | Furie screamed. | Nimbly as a cat, he whirled on his heel, made for the stair, and clat- tered down it at astonishing speed. |T ran to the window. A sedan was | lumbering slowly down the crooked street, I1ts hood a# scraped to the dully gleaming aluminum and its windshield ground opaque. The car stopped and Deacon got out. One doesn’t leave a chief of po- | tice locked up in one's house with | | impunity, and ever since I had left 8an Felipe there had lain in i[he back of my mind the certainty | that presently ; I should have to reckon with Henry. 1 made my | way downstairs. | Furie had vanished. Henry was m(.lrmg at the building with a grim look on his honest face. His ex- pression didn't soften when he saw me. [ T was I iopped rather { Henry,” 1 said came towards me. “What have you got to say for yourself 2" | Evidently he wasn't going to be | Benerous. “Your car is over at the {mme The children aren't here.” "\VberP are they?” | “I don’t’ know. They | place just after I got here yester- | day afternoon. Néither of them | ®aw me. They were gone before 1 could stop thm.” Henry gave a short laugh. “Why did you do this fool thing, John?" | T looked at him seriously. *You know why I did it, Henry, I want- ed the boy to have his chance, I felt sure he could explain his ab- | sence satisfactorily and 1 wanted | him to give himwself up for the sake | | of appearances." | "I suppose I don't need to point | out to you the striousness of what | |you did. Do you imagine you | helped the boy's case by locking | me up? | looking for you, agreeably, as he left the *I rather think so. Jerry has sur- | | rendered himselt by this time and | hat was what we wanted.” “Have you got anything to eat Mlh you?' I asked. “Sandwiches and 1 grunted. The sun was well up in the heav- ens now’' and the huddle of build- ings seemed to shrink and shrivel beneath the terrific downpour of heat. When Deacon had got his | sandwiches and canteens we were | 8lad to go into the resort. “Whew!” he gasped. this would finish me! “Furie has had upv\flrdi of 50 years of it."” 3 “Furie! Is he here?” But 1 wouldn't tell him anything until T had devoured half a dozen |of his sandwiches. I had decided to make a clean breast and I began With that sense of surveillance which had come upon me almost as soon as I had entered the town. water,” he Place” breught a whistle out of him and when I spoke of finding Jerry's flannels he became all at- tention. “Where are they?” I got the bundle and we. went over it. “The boy's, of course," Henry said decisively. “He changed here.” “Nonsense!™ 1 retorted angrily. “They ‘were planted.” “By whom?" “Dillon.” Of the children's departure and my failure to make them hear he knew already, but I added a word or two about my deflated tires “Jt's evident the ‘children’ didn’t want you following them,” he said bluntly. This angered me. “Do you actu- ally mean to say you believe Jerry deflated my tirea?" “I'm sorry, John.” His face was serious. -“You' would, -too, if it were anybody else but Jerry." Letting. the point rest, T passed on to my adventure at the mine, My return to the village, the swift coming of the sandstorm, my un- ceremonlous entrance into. .the re- sort, and my bellef that some one else was in the bullding fetched little response from him. But when I recounted my nerve-racking expe- rience in the resort and my provi- dential fall through the deor in the gallery he sat up with a jerk. 1 paused to give it time to sink in. It was hard enough to convince him of fact without going into fancy and I decided to say nothing of my nightmare. Henry playw poker himself and I didn't want him to conclude that my nightmare ‘| had begun before it actually had. (Copyright, 1929, Wm. Morrow Co.) Was Peebles’ experience with the two silent figures really a night- mare? Deacon and Peebles make another discovery in tomorrow's installment. 'BOY THIER IN BATTLE WITH STORE MANAGER Young Shoplifter Puts up Fight When Gaught—Two Other Pals Also Arrested, Detective Sergeant G. C. Ellinger was passing “White's alleyway" on Main street, about noon Saturday and saw the manager of a nearby store grappling with a boy, while another lad was running down the driveway. The manager was punch- ed in the face by the boy but man- aged to hold onto him, and the ser- geant caught the other boy after a chase through the yard to Church street, trapping him in the rear ot the Luddy bullding. Later a third boy was arrested and the police obtained admissions frofa them that they have been shoplifting at three stores on Main street, tak- ing various articles from the count. ers. They are under 16 years of age and will be in juvenile court. | Dog Hit by Auto Bites Kind Hearted Rescuer A dog owned by Helen Domijan of 174 Booth street was run over by an automobile driven by Joseph F. | Wabrig of 21 Olive street S8aturday night at the corher of Broad and Booth streets, and when the owner's brother picked up the animal, it bit him in the hand. Dr. L. B. 8lysz dressed the wound. Officer Gutowski investigated the accident after hearing the agonized velps of the dog, and he reported that the driver of the car was ap- parently not at fault, Special Notice A bridge and whist will be held Tuesday afternoon, June 4, at 2:30 p. m.. at the Hotel Erwin, for the benefit of 8t. John's parish.—advt. Special Notice Polish World War Veterans, Gen- eral Haller's Post, moved from 157 Broad street to their new club rooms (second floor) at 121 Broad street. 'My feeling didn't impress him the name “Joe Lundy's A meeting will be held at the new club rooms June 6.—advt. JUST KIDS AND THEN T KNEW SHE LD FALL FOR ME YES-VES GO-ON 1 HaS PA MET 180R'S COUSIN | ELMER, VET? GEE-ITLL BE SVVEL! THAT 81X THOUSAN]| |soMPIN® IF YUHR WIN KEE! ng'M DOLLARS YUH FOUND-MUSH! vend it ae SWELL~ AWRIGHT -BUT I BEEN WORRYIN' ABOUST BU AWHOLE LOT 'cause GOT SO MUCH " MONEY 1N There weren't ‘s0 many answers guessing Attorney William F. Curtin whose silhouette appeared in Sat- urday's paper because of the fact that everybody was away over the week-end. The editor, being a past grand master of the art of excuses, went to'the shore himself, taking the wife along with the side car attach- ment, We were having lots of fun eating the succulent bi-valves and some clams, a kid caught, when a third cousin from Deep River drop- ped in and asked us to a radio party that evening at the Bobo. Coustn Ed said that his friend was known for his whoopee parties so we prom- ised we would be there. When we got their “Neighbor Clem” was hav- ing trouble with his “B" batteries so we sat around and chinned about how hot it was Decoration day, those funny colored hats the folks are wearing, and that those marine caps didn't look half as silly. After the “B’ battery was fixed, Clem brought out some trick paper hats for us all to wear, and what a laugh we had before we settled down for some jazz music. All Clem could get was a talk about a fellow named “Bow Weavel” a bug, south someplace. One fellow, yelled “get a Victrola,” and we all had an- other laugh, s0 Clem suggested a poker game for matches. That went along fine until some bird began using safety matches. Now, the secret was out, Clem had his chance by making a speech about not liking cheap sports who would use safety matches and keep the box. From then on, we heard about a scheme Clem had to make money for all of us. We were to give him $20 apiece, he was to take it to Newport and throw a big radio party to the tony people down there and get a few tips on the market from his guests. These tips could be sold at a hand- some profit to wealthy folks not in on the know, and these profits would be divided pro rata among all of us attending the party at a later date. To prove he was a sport about it, Clem gave us a choice be- tween hot dogs and ice cream cones following along the lines of more whoopee. Everything went well ex- cept when it came to getting the $20 apiece—there wasn't $20 in the crowd. To top off the evening, the wife and I went into Westbrook station and got weighed, 8o you sece, if everybody was as busy as the edi- tor, why nobody would have time to send in their guesses on the sil- houette. Here's Raymond Begley's win- RULES OF SILHOUETTE CONTEST L.—Identify likeness. 2.—Describe how he makes livell- hooda 3.—~Address communications to “8ilhouette” Editor, New Britain Herald 4.—Contest closes at 2 p. m. fol- lowing insertion—8aturday 10 a. m. S.—Answers masy be mailed or brought to the Herald office. 6.—Credit given for neatness. 7.—~One dollar awarded dally Yor best answer according te Tules, $—No telephone guesses, who lived down ning lotter—(Raymond lives at 719 East street): The likeness in Saturday’s Herald is Willlam Curtin. He resides at 175 West Main strest, Mr. Curtin is a sraduate of Georgetown and Yale Universities. He is now located at 300 Main 8t. where he is a promi- nent lawyer. He has been in the service of the government and has visited many countries, visiting Mex- ico, and Brasil. He has been in the coffee business in Buenos Aires and Brazil. Here's one for you tonight. He ia a professional man, getting along fine, even it he does look down in the mouth. People who go to see him say he hasn’t lost his- pull. Let's have a letter about this man with teeth in it, and hand him some free advertising on a silver plate. These silhonette columns are open 10 oOne and all. He came to us from Ver- mont and has adopted New Britain as lis home, He is very fond of fishing as a pastimg, and frequently motors to northern New England to try his luck eatching dainty denizens of the ‘deep. He is a graduate of Tufts college, an Elk, and is con- sidered very good in his line. He specializes in treating people who are having a swell time, and you have- plenty of nerve i visit him. After all that, the-editor should have plenty of letters. City Items ‘ “The Patsy”, a three act comedy by Barry Conners, will be staged in 0dd Fellows' hall Friday evening, under the auspices of Phoenix lodge, L O. 0. F, The Winsted Teachers’ assoclation of Winsted will supply the cast. After the production there ‘will be dancing until midnight. A. M. Beardsley of 31 Emmons place has been called to Fulton, N. Y., to ‘attend the funeral of his ter-in-law, the wife of Hon. L. Beardsley of that place. Miss Dagny Lundin of 38 Maple street entertained with a shower and bridge last Friday in honor of Miss Alice Hyneck, whose marriage to Charles Barter will take place on June 26. The bridge prizes were given to Mrs. A. Malmgren, Miss Bernice Hyneck, Miss Frances Han- non and Miss Alice Hyneck. Week-end cases, bags and luggage. Conn. Hat Co., R. R. Arcade.—advt. There will be a meeting of the W. C. T. U. Tuesday afternoon at 3 o'clock at the First Congregational church. Mrs. George Loomis will speak on *“Americanization Work" and the public is invited to attend The police are investigating a re- port by Mrs. Frank BSpitzel of 487 South Main street that her home was entered about 2 o'clock yesterday morning and the gas meter robbed. City Advertisement GASOLINE STATION HEARING Notice is hereby given that a hearing will be held in the office of th: Board of Public Wo 6:30 p. m. E. 8. T, Tucsday, Junc 11th, 1929, relative to the applica- tion of James Manning for approval D. of applicauion for gasoline filling | station to be located at 224 Broad Street, (on site of present station), in accordance with the Public Acts of 1927. All persons interested are request- ed to be present at said hearing, if they see cause, and be heard in 1e- lation to the above. A. M. PAONESSA, Mayor. ks at | CLASSIFIED ADS Alphabetically ‘Arfangsd for Quick m-uw;lflu-n LING BATKS CONSECUTIVE |, mm'lom Count € words te a line 14 lines to an Inch. space 3 lines. 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