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EASTERN CLACKAMAS NEWS, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 3, 1927 Page 2 Improved Uniform International SundaySchool C H APTE R I The Shadow of the Bat “ You’ve got to get him, boys—get him or bust!” said a tired police chief, pounding a heavy fist on a table. The detectives he bellowed the words at looked at the floor. They had done their best and failed. Failure meant “ resignation" for the police chief, re turn to the hated work of pounding the pavements for them—they knew It, and. knowing It, could summon no ges ture of. bravado to answer their chief’s. Gunmen, thugs, hijackers, loft robbers, murderers, they could get them all |n time— but they could not get the man he wanted. “ Get him—to h—I with the expense —I'll give you carte blanche— but get him!” said a haggard millionaire In the sedate Inner ottlces of the best private detective tlrm In the country. The man on (he o’ her side of the desk, man-hunter extraordinary, old servant of government and state, sleuth-hound without a peer, threw up Ids hands In n gesture of odd hopelessness. “ It Isn’t the money, Mr. de Conroy—I’d give every cent I’ve made to get the man you want—but I can’t promise you results— for the first time In my life.” The conversation was ended. “ Get him? Huh! I ’ll get him— watch my smoke!” It was young am bition speaking In a certain set of rooms In Washington. Three days later young ambition Iny In a New York gutter with a bullet in his heart nnd a look of such horror nnd sur prise on Ids dead face that even the nmhulance doctor who found him felt shaken. “ We’ve lost the most prom ising man I’ve had In ten years,” said Ids chief, when the news came In. lie swore helplessly, “ D—n the luck!” “ Get Idm— get hint—get him—get him !” From a thousand sources now the clamor arose— press, police nnd public alike crying out for the capture of the master-criminal of a century— lost voices hounding n specter down the alleywnys of the wind. And still the meshes broke and the quarry slipped away before the hounds were well on the scent—leaving behind a trail of shattered safes and rilled Jew el cases—while ever the clamor rose higher to “ Get Idm—get him—get—” Get whom, In God’s nnme— get what? Beast, man or devil? A spec ter—a Hying shadow—the shadow of n Bat. From thieves’ hangout to thieves' hangout the word passed along stir ring the underworld like the passage of an electric spark. There were bright stars nnd flashing comets In the world of crime— but this new planet rose with the portent of an evil moon. The Hat—they called him the Bat I.Ike a hat he chose the night hours for his work of rapine— like a bat he struck nnd vanished, pouncingly, noiselessly— like a hat he never showed himself to the face of the day. He'd never been In stir— the hull* had never mugged him—he didn’t run with n mob—he played a lone hand and fenced his stuff so that even Ikey the Fence couldn't swear he knew his face. Most lode wolves had a moll, at any rnte— women were their ruin—hut If the Bat had a moll, not even the grapevine telegraph could loente her. Itat faced gunmen In the dingy hack rooms of speak easies muttered over Ids exploits with bated breath. In tawdrily gorgeous apartments, where gathered the larger figures, the pro- consuls of the world of crime, cold, conscienceless brains dissected the work of a colder and swifter brain than theirs, with suave nnd hitter envy. Evil's Four Hundred chattered, discussed, debated—sent out a thou sand Invisible tentacles to clutch nt a shadow—to turn this shadow and Its distorted genius to their own ends. The tentacles recoiled, baffled—the Bat worked alone— not even Evil's Four Hundred could bend him Into a willing Instrument to execute anoth er's plan. Where official trailer and private sleuth had failed, the newspapers ndght succeed—or so thought the dis illusioned young men of the Fourth Estate— the tireless foxes, nose-down on the trail of news—the trackers who never gave up till that news was run to earth. Star-reporter, legman, cub, veteran gray in the trade— one nnd all they tried to pin the Bat like a caught butterfly to the front page of their respective Journals—soon or late each gore up. beaten. He was news—big ger news each week—n thousand tick ing typewriters clicked Ills adventures — the brief, staccato recital of Ills ca reer in the “ morgues” of the great dal lies grew longer nnd more Incredible encli day. But the big news— the scoop of the century—the yearned-for headline. “ Bat Nabbed Bed Handed,” “ Bat Slain In Gun-Duel With Police” —still eluded the ravenous maw of the linotypes. And meanwhile the red- scored list c f his felonies lengthened, nnd the rewards offered from various sources for any clue which might lead to Ids apprehension mounted and mounted till they totaled a small for tune. Columnists took him up—played with the nnme ami the terror—used the name nnd the terror ns a starting point from which to exhibit their own particular opinions on everything from the Immortality of the soul *o the mer its of the I.ucy Stone league Minis ters mentioned him In sermons cranks wrote fanatic letters denounc ing him as one of the seven headed beasts of the Apocalypse and a fore runner of the end of the world—a popular revue put on a special Bat I number wherein eighteen benutiful chorus girls appeared masked and black-winged In costume of Brazilian bat-fur— there were But club sand wiches ; Bat cigarettes and a new sliade of silk hosiery called simply and succinctly “ Bat.” He became a fad— a catchword— a national figure. And yet—he was walking Death—cold, re morseless. But death Itself has be come a toy of Publicity In these duys of limelight and Jazz. A city editor, at lunch with a col league, pulled nt his cigarette nnd tnlked. “ See that Sunday story we had on the But?” he said. “ Pretty tidy—hull—and yet we didn’t have to play It tip. It's an amazing list— the Marshall Jewels— the Allison murder— the mall-truck thing—two hundred thousand he got oat of that, all nego tiable, and two men dead. I wonder how many people he’s really killed— we made It six murders and nearly a million In loot—didn't even have room for the small stuff—but there must be more— ” Ills companion whistled. “ And when Is the Universe’s Finest Newspaper going to burst forth with ’Bat Captured by Blade Reporter’ ?” he Inquired, sardonically. “ Oh, for— lay off of It, will you?” said the city editor, peevishly. “ The Old Man's been hopping aruuml about it for two months till everybody's plumb cuckoo. Even offered a bonus —a big «me—and that shows how crazy he is—he doesn’t love a nickel any better than his right eye— for any sort of exclusive story. Bonus—huh!” and he crushed out Ills cigarette. “ It won’t be a Blade reporter that gets that bonus—or any reporter. It’ll he Sherlock Holmes from the spirit world.” “ But look here, Bill—you don't mean to tell me he’ll keep on getting away with It Indefinitely?” The editor frowned. “ Confidentially — I don't know,” he said with a chuckle. “ The situation's this: for the first time the super-crook—the super-crook of fiction—the kind that never makes a mistake— lias come to life— real life. And It’ll take a clev erer man than any Central Office dlek I’ve ever met to catch him!” “ Then you don’t think he's Just an ordinary crook with a lot of luck?” “ I do not.” The editor was em phatic. “ He’s the Chapman type— hut he’s brainier than Chapman. Got a ghastly sense of humor, too— look nt the way he leaves his calling card nfter every Job—a black-paper hat In side the Marshall safe— a bat drawn on the wall with a burnt match where he’d Jimmied the Cedarhurg bank—a real hat, (lend, tacked to the mantel piece over poor old Allison's body. Oh, he’s In a class by himself—nnd I very much doubt If he was n crook at all for most of Ids life.” “ You moan?” “ I mean this. The police have been combing the underworld for him—I don’t think he comes from there. I think they’ve got to look higher—up In our world—for a brilliant nuin with a kink in the brain, lie may be a doc tor, a lawyer, a merchant, honored In Ills community by day—good line that, I'll use It some time— and nt night, a bloodthirsty assassin. Well—that's our man." “ But, Bill—” ” 1 know. I ’ve heen going around the Inst month, looking nt everybody I knew nnd thinking—are you the Bat? Try It for n while— you'll want to sleep with a light In your room nfter a few days of It. Book around the A Novel from the Play I ’ll—but what's the use? I said a minute ago, you had brains— but now, by Judas, I doubt It! I f anyone else wanted a chance at the Bat— I’d give It to them gladly—I'm hard-boiled. •The Bat," copyright, 1920, by Mary Roberta Rinehart and Avery Hopwood. But you're too valuable a man to be thrown away I" WNU Service “ I’m no more valuable than Went worth would have been.” "Maybe not—nnd look what hap thing else— Pm sick of the Bat and his pened to him I A bullet-hole In his murders.” His companion rose as well, but It heart—nnd thirty years of work that was evident thnt the editor's theory he might hnve done thrown away! No, had taken Arm hold on Ills mind. As Anderson—I've found two first-class they went out the door together he men since I've been at this desk— Wentworth and you. He asked for his recurred to the subject. “ Honestly, though. Bill—were you chance— I gave it to him— turned him serious— really serious—when you said over to the government—and lost him. you didn't know of a single detective Good detectives aren’t so plentiful that I can afford to lose you both.” with brains enough to trap tills devil?” “ Wentworth was a friend of mine,” The editor paused In the doorway. “ Serious enough,” he said. “ And yet said Anderson, softly. Ills knuckles there's one man—I don’t know him were white dints in the hnnd that myself—but from what I’ve heard of gripped the chair. “ Ever since the him, he might he nhle— but what's the But got him— I ’ve wanted my chance. use of speculating?” Now my other work’s cleaned up—and "Pd like to know, all the same,” said I still want it." the other, and laughed nervously. “ But I still tell you—” began the “ WeTe moving out to the country next chief In tones of high exasperation. week ourselves—right In the Bat’s Then he stopped, and looked at his new territory.” protege. There was silence for a tlrni "Oh, well— ’’ said the chief, finally, “ We-ell,” said the editor, "you won’t let It go any further? Of course It’s In n hopeless voice. “ Go abend— com mit suicide— I'll send you a ‘Gates Just an idea of mine— but If the Bat Ajar’ nnd a card—’Here lies a d—n ever came prowling around our place, fool who would have been a great de the detective I'd try to get In touch with would he— ’’ He put Ills lips close tective If he hadn’t been so pig headed’ G onhead!" to his companion's ear nnd whispered Anderson rose. “ Thank you, sir,” a nnme. he snld In a deep voice. Ills eyes had The man whose nnme lie whispered, oddly enough, was nt that moment light In them, now. " I can’t thank standing before Ills official superior In you enough, sir.” a quiet room not far away. Tall, reti "Don’t try,” grumbled the chief. “ If cently good-looking and well, If Incon I weren’t as much of a d—n fool as spicuously clothed and groomed, he by you are, I wouldn't let you do It. And no means seemed the typical detective i f I weren’t so d— n old, I ’d go after that the editor had spoken of so the slippery devil myself and let you scornfully. Ho looked something like sit here and watch me get brought In a college athlete who had kept up Ills with an Infernal paper bat pinned training—something like a pillar of where my shield ought to be. The one of the more sedate financial Bat's supernatural, Anderson — you houses—he could assume nnd discard haven't a chance In the world—but It n dozen manners In ns many minutes, does me good all the same to shake but, to the casual observer, the one hands with a mnn with brains nnd thing certain nliout him would proh- nerve,” and he solemnly wrung Ander nbl.v seem his utter lack of connection son's hnnd In an Iron grip. with the senniler side of existence. Anderson smiled. “ The cnglest hat The key to his real secret of life, how files once too often,” he said. “ I’m ever, lay In his eyes. When In repose, not promising anything, chief, but— ” ns now, they were veiled nnd without “ Maybe," said the chief. “ Now wait unusual quality—but they were the a minute— keep yonr shirt on—you're eyes of a man who can wait nnd a not going out bat hunting this minute, man who can strike. you know— ” He stood perfectly easy before his "Sir? I thought I —” chief for several moments before the “ Well, you’re not,” said the chief, latter looked up from his papers. decidedly. “ I’ ve still some little re “ Well, Anderson,” he said at last, spect for my own Intelligence and It looking up, ” 1 got your report on the tells me to get all the work out o f you Wlllienry burglary tills morning. I'll I can, before you start wild-goose tell you this about It— If yon do a chasing nfter this—this bat out of hell. neater and qulcficer Job In the next The first time he's heard of again— ten years yon can take this desk nway and It shouldn’t be long from the fast from me— I'll give It to you. As It Is, way he works—you’re assigned to the your name’s gone up for promotion to case. That’s understood. T ill then, day—you deserved it long ago.” you do what I tell you—and it’ll be “ Thank you, sir,” snld the tall man, work, believe me I” smiling nnd sitting down. He took a “ All right, sir,” Anderson laughed cigar and lit it. “ That makes it easier, and turned to the door. “And—thank sir. Because— I ’ve come to ask a you again.” favor.” He went out. The door closed. The “ All right,” said the chief, promptly. erlef remained for some minutes look “ Whatever It Is, It's granted.” ing" nt the door and shaking his head. Anderson smiled again. “ You’d bet “ The best man I ’ve had In years— ter hear what It Is first, sir. I don't except Wentworth,” he murmured to want to put anything over on you.” himself. “ And throwing himself nway “ Try It!” said the chief. “ What Is — to be killed by a cold-blooded devil It—vnentlnn? Take ns long as you that nothing human can catch." like— within renson—you’ve earned it He turned back to his desk and his —I ’ll put It through today.” papers. But for some minutes he Anderson shook his head. “ No, sir could not pay attention to the papers. —I don’t want n vacation. I want to There was a shadow on them—n shad be assigned to a certain case— that's ow that blurred the typed letters—the nit.” shadow of bat’s wings. Tlie chiefs look grew searching. “ H’m,” he said. “ Well—as I say— C H APTE R IT anything within renson. What case do you want to be assigned to?” Miss Van Gorder The muscles of Anderson's left hnnd Miss Cornelia Van Gorder, Indomi tensed on the arm of his chair. He looked squarely nt the chief. "I want table spinster, last bearer of a name a chance nt the B at!” he said, slowly. which had been great In New Y’ork The chiefs face became expression when New York was a red-roofed less. “ I snld—anything within rea Nleuw Amsterdam and Peter Stuyve- son," he said, softly, regarding Ander sant a parvenu, sat propped up In bed In the green room of her newly rented son keenly. “ I want a chance at the B at!" repent country house, rending the morning ed Anderson stubbornly. " I f I’ve done newspaper. I’atrlclan to her finger tips, Independent to the roots of her good work so far—I want a chance at hair, she preserved, nt sixty-five, a the B at!” humorous and quenchless enriosity In The chief drummed on the desk. Annoyance nnd surprise were In his regard to every side of life, which even the full nnd crowded years that voice when he spoke. "But look here, IVtiderson,” he already lay bentnd her had not entire burst out finally. “ Anything else and ly satisfied. She was an Age and an By Mary Roberts Rinehart and Avery Hopwood •:-x-:-x*x-:-x*x-:-x->x*x-:-x*x*x*x*x*x*x-:-x*x*x*x-:-x*x*x*x*x*x-:-x* Jack Rabbit Forced to Succumb to Auto The Super-Crook of Fiction. University club — that white-haired man over there— dignified— respectable —Is he the Bat? Your own lawyer— your own doctor— your own best friend. O n happen, you know—look nt those Chicago boys— the thrllt- killers. Just brilliant students— lik able boys—to the people that taught them—nnd cold blooded, murderer», alt the same ” Ills companion laughed uncertainly. "How about you. Bill—are you the Bat?" The editor smiled. “ See," he said, ’It*» got you already. No—I can prove an alibi—the Bat’s been laying off the city, recently—taking a fling nt some of the swell suburbs. Be sides— 1 haven't the brains— I’m free to admit It.” He struggle I Into hts >at. "W ell—lets talk ubout some 11 T Lesson ’ < S -- speed. No doubt the Jack Is wonder A western physician returning from ing what sort of a dog has come Into a professional call across the country Its field to defeat it In a trial of stirred up a Jack rabbit, says the speed. Evansville Journal. Tire anlnml trot ted along In front of the physician's car undisturbed apparently while It T o o C enerout was traveling 25 miles an hour. Here Two prominent clubwomen recently was a sporting chance to try ont the gave a program by reading. In dia runner made famous by Mark Twain.» logue form, a series of short para The physician speeded his car from graphs each had written on a special 25 to 30 miles, and then to 35. The theme. First one would read, and rabbit held Its place in the road ap then In response the other would give parently enjoying the rnee at that her offering. Each had worked out pace. Then the doctor turned on the her part of the program cleverly and gas to a speed of 40 miles an hour. tried to put her share over with good The rabbit held the road until II effect. Imagine the consternation of sensed the car was gaining upon It Mrs. A when a friend, thinking she and then loped off Into the brush at hud written the entire thing, rushed up the side of the road. Thus It appears at the close and said: “ Oh, your pro that the unknown sliced of the famous gram was so Interesting, hut you gave animal has been established. Many a all the cleverest parts to Mrs. B to good hound dog has run Itself almost read. Why didn't you keep those for to death In pursuit of a Jaek rabbit yourself?"— Indianapolis News. before It would give up the chase Even the greyhouud has never been able to carry on with a Jack rabbit The elephant Is the last of his kind. It has taken an- automobile to drive [ and tie is in a fair way toward ex the Jack from the field in a race for ' ;i notion. Attitude, but she was more than that— she had grown old without growing CBy R E V . P. B. F I T Z W A T E R . D.D., D eaa M oo'ly B ib le In stitu te o f C h ic a g o .) dull or losing touch with youth—her (© . 1927. W estern N e w s p a p e r U n io n .) face had the delicate strength of a fine cameo— and her mild and youth ful heart preserved an innocent zest Lesson fo r N ovem b er 6 for adventure. Wide travel, social leadership, the AMOS P L E A D S FOR J U S T IC E world of urt und hooks, a dozen churl ties, an existence rich with diverse ex LESSON T E X T — Am os 5:1-27. perlence—nil these she had enjoyed, G O LD EN T E X T — L et Judgment run energetically and to the full—hut she down as w a ters and righteousness a f felt, with Ingenuous vanity, that there a m ighty stream. P R IM A R Y T O P IC — T r e a tin g E v e r y were still sides to her character which body R ight. even these had not brought to light. JU N IO R T O P IC — Th e K in d of Man As a little girl she hnd hesitated be God Hears. IN T E R M E D IA T E A N D 8 E N IO R T O P tween wishing to be a locomotive en IC— A Squaring fo r God A ga in st the glneer or a fatuous bandit—and when Crowd. she had found, at seven, that the nccl- YOUNG P E O P L E A N D A D U L T T O P IC— The C onditions o f D ivin e A pproval. I. Israel’s Desolation Predicted ( w . 1-3). Amos lamented over the doom which was to overtake the nation. Isrnel Is called a virgin because she had never been subdued by any for eign nation (see Isa. 23:12). Her fall ing to rise no more sets forth the ut ter desolation and helplessness to which the Assyrians subjected the na tion. From this captivity Israel never | returned. Those who came back from the Babylonian captivity were largely front Egypt II. Lizzie Could Go Hysterical Over * Creaking Door. The Call to Return to God. God through the prophet says, “seek ye me and ye shall live." The lntpU- I cation is that while the divine Judg ments are not executed, an oppor tunity is offered for them to turn to I God. In their turning to God they were to renounce: 1. Idolatry ( vy . 6, C). They were to turn nwny from the places of idolatry— Bethel, Gilgal nnd Beershcba. God's Judgment was to strike these places. I f they would not come to nim for life He would be their destroyer. “ Our God Is a consuming fire.” The only one who can give life to those who seek Him Is the one who shall destroy. 2. Cease to pervert Judgment ( y . 7). “ Turn Judgment to wormwood” Im plies the bitterness of the perversion of Justice to the Injured. 3. Cease to dethrone righteousness. "Leaving off righteousness” Is thought to mean that unrighteousness was allowed to take Its place. In this third exhortation the Lord’s name Is given with the following statement of some of Ills works: 1. “ Maketh the seven stars and Orion;” 2. “ Turneth the shadow of death Into morning;" 3. "Maketh the day dark with n i g h t 4. "Culleth for the waters of the sea and poureth them out upon the earth," both In rain and deluge; 5. “ Strengthened the spoil against the strong.” dent of sex would probably debar her from either occupation, she hnd re solved, fiercely, thnt some time before she died she would show» the world In general nnd the Van Gorder clan In particular thnt n woman was quite as capable of dangerous exploits as a man. She threw down the morning paper disgustedly. Here she was at sixty-five — rich—safe— settled for the summer In a delightful country-place— a good cook — excellent servants — benutiful gardens and grounds— everything as respeetuble and comfortable as—ns a limousine! And out In the world— people were murdering, and robbing each other—floating over Niagara falls In barrels—rescuing children from burning houses— taming tigers— III. The Sins Committed by the going to Africa to hunt gorillas—doing all sorts of exciting things I She Wicked Nation (vv. 10-13). 1. They hated the Judge who con could not float over Niagara falls In a barrel—Lizzie Allen, her fnlthful old demned their wicked practices (v. 10). 2. They abhorred him that spoke maid, would never let her! She could not go to Africa to hunt gorillas— uprightly (v. 10). This most likely referred to the Sally Ogden, her sister, would never let her henr the last of It. She conld prophets themselves who told them of not even, ns she certainly would If she their sins and urged uprightness of were a man, try nnd track down this life. 3. They trampled upon the poor terrible creature, the Bat I (v. 11). She smiled disgustedly. Things The rich built magnificent houses came to her much too easily. Take this very house she was living In. Ten out of the proceeds extorted from the days ago she had decided, on the spur poor. 4. They afflicted the Just (v. 12). of the moment, to take a‘ place In the This they did by taking a bribe. country for the summer. It was late 5. They turned aside the poor In In the renting season—even the ordi nary difficulties of finding a suitable the gate (v. 12). Because they hnd no money the spot would have added some splee to the quest—but this Ideal place hnd poor were turned aside. It was most difficult for the poor to practically fallen Into her lap, with no trouble or search nt nil. Conrt- get Justice. The times were so evil leigh Fleming, president of the Union that the prudent would best keep si hank, who had built the house on a lence. IV . The Conduct of the Righteous scale of comfortable magnificence— Courtleigh Fleming hnd died suddenly (vv. 14, 15). N o condition In the world, religions, in the West, when Miss Van Gorder was beginning her house-hunting. The social or political can become so diffi day after his death her agent had cult that the righteous ore shut off called her np— Richard Fleming. from help. The righteous can: 1. Seek God (v. 14). Courtleigh Fleming's nephew and Those who seek good shall have heir, was anxious to rent the Fleming house nt once— If she made a quick with them the Lord God of Hosts. 2. Hate the evil (v. 15). decision It was hers for the summer, Evil must be hated. The sin ques at a bargain. Miss Van Gorder hnd de cided nt once— she took an Innocent tion must be settled before God can pleasure In bargnlns. The next day bestow Ills blessings. 3. Establish Judgment In the gate. the keys were hers— the servants en It was the custom in that day for gaged to stay on—within a week she had moved. All very pleasant and the courts of Justice to sit In the gate easy no doubt— but adventure— pooh ! of the city. The prophet urges upon And yet she could not really say them the responsibility to place hon that her move to the country had orable men In charge of public affairs. V . The Judgment to Fall (vv. 10-20). brought her no adventures at all. There is coming a day of retribu There hnd been—things. Last night the lights had gone off unexpectedly, tion. Justice and right shall be vin and Billy, the Japanese butler and dicated. This will be realized In the handy man, had said that he had day o i the Lord ( I I Thess. 1:7-10; All wrong shall be seen a face at the kitchen window. James 5:7). Servants' nonsense, probably—but the righted at that time. May we earnest servants seemed unusually nervous for ly pray, “ thy kingdom come.” V I. W orship W ithout Holiness of people who were used to the country. And Lizzie, of course, had sworn that L ife an Abomination to God (vv. she had seen a man trying to get up 21-27). Sacrifices, observance of feast days the stairs—but Lizzie could grow hys terical over a creaking door. Still— and singing, when the heart Is out of fellowship with God, Is most displeas It was queer! And w-hat had that af fable Doctor Wells said to her—“ I re ing to Him. spect your courage, Miss Van Gor der—moving out into the Bat's home Tw o Different Things country, you know I” She picked np The love of God and the world are the paper again—there was a map of two different things. I f the love of the scene of the Bat's most recent this world dwell in thee, the love of exploits and—yes—three o f his recent God forsnkes thee; renounce that, and crimes had been within a twenty-mile receive this; It Is fit that the nobler radius of this very spot. She thought love should have the best place and It over and gave a little shudder ol acceptance. • pleasurable fear. Then she dismissed the thought with a shrug. No change! She might live In a lonely house, two House Not Made With Hands The tent-life Is the true life until miles from the railroad station, all summer long—and the Bat would the building of God, the ‘‘house not never disturb her—nothing ever dirt made with hands,” is reached.—Phil (TO BE CONTINUED.! lips Brook*. *> . 4 i M -» ■ V"