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r flgnst 28, 193& Qick and TGeckleii By Mty Raymond THE BEGHSTER-qUABD, EPSSyE, OREgQN CHAPTER VIII ,nt ssld, "A yun "an LfVtuar't stood before win- k lie Horary " Lost fi" wi,h nllow ch,rm Urm color. E Brent said, "tbat I won t r But this is the younj P .. . . i i n.An feo wait" ir uu.., ... ......... r . ..at. sir. WhflA YAll wme in "" - n, saying so, I glmP.on." Br.n . ton, - none or " ti. nitit' ell the niffht tr the city for Molly. He P . 1 T 1 1 -M ifphoneo. ana .1 Molly iu out with a strange man he had met at 'The !.T" Donna had kept Brent phone wnue bub ...Mil it had been of Wick to Kelly to auch a queationable Lih I flaxTiitd off to mak End! of the dining and dancing l He WaS WOrouguij guiuin. Ld not found her at "The Bed ' which, aomenow, was upi ...;ntpfl with hi feara. Be iled to find her anywhere. As ,urs lengthened toward morning bed gone to the Milford home i Donna aharing his anxiety. wax tn arrive in a Cur! and Molly must be found. laps, Donna sugBesieu, i tea car trouDie ana Aiuiiy uuu ..Kia iti renrh ft telephone. In 6, Brent hud called police head bt to see if any accidents had Lnnrted. Ciing had come, and someone ilephoned tnac atony oau ueeu It was all use a nornoie nigui--that messnge had torn Brent's Unnrt. ft wes dead. Gay, laughing, lul, and sweet aiouy utm. tn livo fnr. nhe had h:,- nnt wnrth livilHT. She mUSt liown how he loved her, and yet not wanted to stay nere wun L.M.'t ho truel Tet Brent f.n her looking so peaceful and tul with all trace or suuoring Ik., lin. i-losed forever. Never fcrer his desperate questioning, Molly darling, am you ao nr L,. ws i waiting m tne by, watching hi young employ- iouely. ' " not was tne mairer Simpson? Didn't He understand w. An b hn tens told? Couldn't klize how much Brent wanted to tne now? It was not possible with this atranger or anyone reive me, sir, Simpson was "but the young man is so ( so excited, Mr. Brent. He couldn't leave without seeing Ins him In," Brent spoke hoarse- It hes a book agent , lir, be Isn't," Simpson had ti confidently, and then van- lometit later he was ushering in m-halred young man. The fcr stood regarding Brent tim- it of dark, melancholy eyes. aye a message for you, Mr. That is, I had a message for M then I lost It." let." Brent s tone was hollow. what was the good of coming pas pretty sure I knew what tbe message. . The young lady rae. In fact, she paid me mely to bring It to you." W't know what yon are talking Brent eaid. "Won't you ait young man must be out of his though he looked sane enough. lustworthy. lurried off as soon as T could," itor beenn abmntlv. "I had to iFrencliy' something, give him pjcuse. lie s the man who owns pee where I play in an orcbes- pvnen I was half-way to towp ny band in my pocket and the paper the young lady had given f gone. I muet have pulled It pn my handkerchief. I remem- Jour name, though, and I looked radiiress in a directory. ' tirent nut auietly. "then oped on my doorstep all night, Ur practically," M's riRht." The dark eyes llght- F t moment, hnmnrnttslv. "Yntir fried to throw me out several uut he was very nice when I aim understand that mr mes- fns important." iat made you think it was?" queried. He thought, heavily, "ferent would have been the re- Soo this younc man. If he fen here last night. He would pen sure then that the mes- a connected with Molly's dis tncc. Of course It wasn't. Just P-s story. Or mavbe some sillr ') sent him a mash note. seemed such a nice airl." the rr sai,i. "g0 worri,j ,a ex. She looked relieved when I y head to let her know I r. 1 think she wanted you to T much. If I isd only read ANV way voo LOOK AT IT WfflG LEV'S IS tth TXt - (v ttX OF C8UAUTV J OmarSA Santa fct. the note but T fllHn' rm aure she was afraid something waa soiuj m oappen. And It did, Mr. Stuart. While I waa avma Th. ahe waa with waa killed by the po- uce. , "Good heaven 1" Brent exclaimed. Surely, the boy was craty. . "He robbed a bank, they ssld." "What was the girl like?" Brent inquired mechanically. ."Golden-hatred. Pretty." Brent'a heart leaped. Golden.halr. d. Golden Girl. But the Golden Girl waa dead. Only an hour ago he naa stood By Her casket. "She was little," mused the young man. "She wore a green dress aud a hat with a green feather on it Walt a moment I have something here I'd forgotten." He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. "She wrote some request numbers. This Is one." Brent barely glanced at the crump led paper. Still holding It, he said, "I appreciate your coming here. It waa good of you to be so Interested. But I assure you there was some mis take. I don't know that girl, or If I do, it is in some quite casual fashion. I haven't an idea in the world why ahe should hav0 sent me a message. But you've been put to a great deal of trouble. I should like to pay you " "No thanks," the boy said. "She did that It was $20. j oniy w8h i could nave reached you Inst nislit. Maybe you'd have gone back with me." "Yes," Brent replied. "I would have gone with you last night. But everything has been changed. I have had a great shock today. You'll ex cuse me now." The young man bowed and went out Simpson opened the door. "Did he think it was Important?" be asked cautiously. The young man shook hie head. "I'm afraid not,", he said. "But it was important. I'm afraid he will find out some day, when It is too late." Tbe front door closed and Simpson turned away, mournfully. He had been quite taken in by the young man. If Mr. Brent didn't think it was im portant, it wasn't. There, that was the bell again 1 Tho young man was standing there, hat in hand. "I forgot to tell him" "I suppose you'll say it's something important?" "Te. Very important." ."I regret sir, that it in quite im possible for you to see Mr. Stuart again," "Then you'll take a message for me?" "Gladly." The young man spoke quickly, "He wanted to know what the girl looked like, tbe one 'who sent the message. Tell him she looked exsctly like that girl whose picture is on the front page of the newspapers today." "But that is Miss Molly Milford, and she's dead." Simpson's voiae sank dismally. "Yes, I know." The visitor brush ed this aside impatiently. "But this girl was her living breathing image. Tell him that." The door closed and Simpson s breath came heavily. What a narrow escape 1 So all this time he had been talking with a lunatic. Last night be had been alone with this crazy man for hours. Of course it wouldn't do to worry Mr. Brent with this ridicU' lous message. Simpson knew better than that Mr. Brent was suffering almost more than he could bear, as It was. In the library Brent stood looking down at the piece of paper in his hands. The words, blurred at first by the mist in bis eyes, were gradu ally taking shape, "Please play But terfly's 'Some Day He'll Come'." Brent's hand began to shake. The writing no, he must be losing his mind. He was about to say the writ ing was Molly's. The girt who had written this had been living last night And Molly had been In a department store dead. Brent rushed into the hall. "The young man who was here," he called wildly. "He's gone, sir." "Gone?" "Yes, sir." Simpson took in bis young master's eyes, the white, anguished face. Ev erybody was going craiy. Maybe he was doing wrong to tell Mr. Brent what the atranger had said. Nevertheless Simpson went on, "He told me to tell you, sir, that the girl who aent the message last night look ed like Miss Molly. She- was the liv ing Image of the picture in the paper, he said." "Get me the paper," Brent cried. (To Bi Continued) FROM LATHAM LATHAM, Aug. 27. (Special) Mr. and Mrs. Fred Harris snd son spent Tuesday In Eugene. Arthur Hanna of Springfield spent the week-end at the A. E. Walker home. The George Barney family went to Medford Sunday morning to visit Mr. snd Mrs. Ed Clark and two children of Camp A, London, visited Sunday afternoon at the Fred Harris home. The H. H. Harris family of Sub limity visited Ssturday at the Fred Harris home. A daughter, Wilms, remained for a visit The Melvin Russell family moved to Myrtle Creek Sunday. Albert Harris who haB been visit ing his mother st Stsyton returned home Saturday night He went to Roseburg Sundsy to visit LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE The Road Lead On 3 By HAROLD GRAY The Best of the Nation's "Human-est" and Funniest Comics On This Page Daily SO TH5 POLICE APE r AH-H WATCHING ME. EH? THAT CAN AAPAM rtuiv rair tuiua. 'uai w AS HE CALLS HIMSELF NOW, HAS TRAPPED ME AFTER ALL- A VFQV CLEVER FELLOW. AS ALWAYS- WELL. 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