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
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Lady Luck Smiles On-
Whole Mexican Town
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Sept. 20. (P) Lady Luck kissed
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and the whole town of Acatlan,
in the state of Oaxaca, got rich.
The inhabitants chipped in with
amounts ranging from 12 cents to
$3.00 to purchase a half-interest in
a lottery ticket costing about $28.
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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.
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