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September 21. 1937. THE REGISTER-GUARD, EUGENE. OREGON OUT of the NIGHT !!!uARION WHITE Copyright, 1937, NEA Strvice, Inc. CHAPTER II . m,d been up there oce her. ,7 to et a coav i . Z out all day to air. n8. the five f r. cet a COai sno jiau uuu .... th five fllehts of You ran u w - ?5Stt on every landing. But " there on it was No-Man's-K You went up the other l.nd. luu m .j 1 1 ii flieht to the rooi, aim v""" pjw the I ": . loud, terrifying bang hvy iron door out. As you MVy V h rnnf. that d Out !Lng shut behind you with s" rrifvinff bane .JLjisI ; the lonely silence on the was a courageous soul, but .hid shuddered that first black nt after the door slammed S her. There was nothing but dark emptiness. The uhUne was Just a few steps Eiess it seemed a mile away. You picked your steps carefully, " ting any moment to trip over SfralYed platform under the Z,- you held your hand out in 5 so that you wouldn't walk Sir into the radio aerials. At you stumbled- over a Athespin or a piece of rope. mere were the tall stacks, too; m from the furnace, and one torn the incinerator which belched n and brimstone into the black ,ir above. At every step, you won ied just who or what lurked be Sjthe next step. Not anything final), of course. You knew that. H you met anyone on the roof, K would be poor old Mr. Johnson, to superintendent, dragged from bis bed to check up on someone's Krial. And Mr. Johnson was a harmless soul. But you didn't think of Mr. Johnson as you stepped out toward the clothesline. You thought of Dracula, and at every to you expected to see him be fore you, his black cape spread out bat-like, ready to enfold you. You thought of Dracula, and Mickened your steps so that you itumbled,' and as you stumbled pi felt the monster upon you. . You remembered all the stories jou ever heard about ghosts that in In graveyards at midnight. Yoo remembered them all in the I) or 20 seconds it took to cross (torn the heavy iron door to the clothesline. And because those 10 Kconds seemed like 10 long, drtary years, you hurried as fast d ever you could; you grabbed that dress or coat down from the line with small regard for flying dothespins; and you fairly flew kick to the big heavy door, lest Mr. Johnson come up and lock it lor the night, and leave you out in that intense blackness until morning. Thirty seconds it took, at the most, to rush over to that clothes line and back. You didn't linger. Cilly hadn't lingered, and Cilly was s brave as the average. Even a little more brave than Amy. Amy muld not come home alone eve nings when Cilly had to work late. She didn't like to be alone in the ipirtment, She said so. No, Amy wasn't the sort to finger in the terrifying blackness il the roof at midnight not if m were alone. ' Then Amy wasn't alone. It was 11 poppycock about wanting to ur Mr blue dress. Amy .was going P on the roof to meet someone. mi Harry Hutchins had left 10 min jfa earlier than Jim. Amy could un wanted down to the vestibule ihe wanted to be alone with . And given Jim a few min t's to say eoodnieht tn hnr. fMllv. But Amy had waved Harry out a nonchalant air, and she had nited around with Jim and Cilly. e didn't even excuse herself and jwenu that she was going to bed. JUSt Waitprf irmm .,r,(!1 .Tim ta, and then she immediately got ongnt idea of taking her blue res up on the roof. If she had wanted to go up there jJMdly, she'd have said to Harry: Jome up on the roof for a min- wth me. will you? I want to w a dress." That would be the ral thing to do, instead of "rang around for Jim to leave. M following him out. so Cilly Was annoyed at Amy. Jjnoyed and not a little hurt. E. ad Botten alonS s happily Wher. Up until tonight. Amy 2?ver shmvn anv trace of wnsnness or pettiness. Cilly had 5 ovtd hen Wa Amy. at last iwg her true colors? Cilly walked wearily over to the a removed the spread. There ioo sense sitting up all night to jrry about it. If Jim really cared tdrt ' ,e'd be back- And if he J. well, it was certainly much JBMjJind nim out before she him. tWe!ter- She was"'t a Polish 'f I. She could face a dis ii, wmem sensibly. Quite sensi ieiki.asLever 8 woman in love . she wondered. . in!? ,brushrf aside a tear sav na jumped into her twin hearted to hurt anyone. Besides, Cilly told herself sternly: "You're a pretty poor sort to build up such a case against Jim the very first time another girl looks at him. What a jealous, nagging wife you'll be!" Then, quite unexpectedly, she realized what had happened. She realized how utterly silly she had been. It was all so very simple. The big black door had slammed shut while Amy was hanging up her dress. Sunday was Mr. John son's day off, but he always re turned about midnight and made the regular rounds of the house. He had locked Amy out! All this time that she had been painting a devil in her imagina tion, Amy had been up on that terrifying roof alone locked out! Cilly jumped out of bed, slipped on her shoes without her stockings, and took her coat out of the closet. She'd go right up and unlatch the door. Poor Amy. .... Cilly stopped; clutching the coat in her hands. Her heart turned to ice in her breast. For the still night air was suddenly shattered oy a wild, terrifying cry the deathly, agonized cry of a human being. Shrill and high-pitched, it pierced the midnight quiet for an eternal second, then died down to a rasping, choking murmur. A moment of silence followed a silence so intense that it could be felt in every nerve. Then there was a dull thud out side Chilly's bedroom window a heavy, swift thud, as if something had fallen a long way. . . . In an instant, Cilly was at the window, and as she looked out, she forgot the six-foot drop to the ground, she forgot that she was clad only in pajamas; she knelt be side that crushed, broken figure that had come hurtling from the roof. "Amy!" she cried. "Amy!" But Amy Kerr was beyond all hearing. Vaguely, Cilly was conscious of windows being raised along the street, of heads craning out, in quiring the trouble. She looked down at this twisted, broken body that had only a few minutes ago been a lovely, lively girl. Amy still clutched the blue dress in one hand. The other hand, clenched in the terror of death, slowly re laxed; a slip of newspaper flut tered to the ground. Cilly picked it up, unthinking, and tucked it into her pa jama pocket . To Be Continued) LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE A Miss You Can't Miss L By HAROLD GRAll I FrL bSt !2 riSSn.BE. f HUNDRED I OAT'S EASY . 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BACK TH' AJA?OR tM i b vivi m, ur m bt j m " vw a a - i i i j 3 1 k. n 1 111 . - ia 1 1 -vn ToTEM Pote-FAMIUY CpiESTTHeNof AUNT, grotesque, strangely im pressive. the totem poles of British Columbia and Alaska have become a lost art. Once these carven symbols were as thick as the habitations of men on the North Pacific coast. Today a lone, weatherbeaten pole may stand be fore an Indian, house. Hundreds have been carried away to mu seums and since the white man settled north, the Indians no longer make them. Intricately carved from large cedar trees, the original totem poles were erected In commemo ration of the dead. Gradually, however, they came to represent tribal rivalries and from about 1830 the totem pole became form of family crest. The siie of the pole and the' beauty of its Imagery reflected the deeds and achievements of those it repre sented. Sometimes the-making of a to tem pole took a-year As many as four carvers would work steadily with crude Instruments. Vege table and mineral materials were used for pigment and birds, beasts and human figures were stained in appropriate colors. A Canadian stamp issued in 1928 carries the totem pole, the only stamp ever to use it for a design. Tor Clothes You're Proud to Wear JOE RICHARDS MEN'S STORE - 873 Willamette
