T N I’R S D \V JU N E : T 1!>2 ü B | T H E SPRIN GFIELD NEWS PAGE SIX Beginning This Week, A New Serial Story CAST OF PRINCIPAL C m A K A C T E R S IN THIS STORY OF MYSTERY AND ROMANCE T he N a rra to r Dr. Long T he Ih'tectlve A lexander 1‘lerce T he Girl JoMephine Southley . A lillu u Ahmad Das II ohi at Southley Downs Peter II. Southley III m S iiii Ernest Southley G uest at Southley Downs Mr. I lay wind I I I m Son Vila» H ayw ard and T H E TIGER! Edison Marshall Illu s tra tio n s PAUi FXEWft me I do not know with what whit« magtu that glance was Inatllled But It went deep Into me. and left a curi­ ous wurmtli and elation. I know that no other eyes had ever looked at me In quite that way. or had the same effect upon me. Perhaps It was their curi­ ous darkness, or even the haunting sorrow that could not possibly be denied. (TO BE CONTINUED) K M m | Mrs M ulti r Larwood. Mi ville, Mrs. Joe Metson, Mrs. John Toniseli», Jr., Mrs I, II Nimi. Mi-iJ C II Phetleplnce. Mm W (' 15* lihani .Mrs Wayne Hawke, Mr» Henry Tum selb, Mrs Haroin Williams, Mrs. II. li J Cox. Mrs Grace May, Mrs. Thor I wald Nysimm, Mrs Cele T«ms<f |hi, Sp„ Downs should begin ¡with that August know that his real name is Andrew glad that I was a doctor. Her post- I I it Ian t I tlon had changed, too. 1 had to look brand-new and with a full magazine In Heppner. Oregon. know afternoon Reside Vseppa Island. Alex- Lason. predi» Ing l&ih year In Oregon ander Pierce and I were tarpon fish­ Hey, Frank Spuuldlng. father of the office 123? Ferry 81 Phone 2«)Hj| H o : ing. bride, performed the ceremony. Isilu Eugene When I think of Alexander Pierce Ml Millard was bridesmaid and l.er it is always with a fishing rod in his : Spuuldlng, brother of Miss Spaulding, hand He was at his best then. T o , was beat man Jack Vinson saug It Costa Very Little see him on the street one could easily ' "Because" and "At Dawning." Miss Tl guess that he was a fisherman, but Frances Hodge, an Instructor In the Recondition a I« ■ never a detective. There is no prac- j high school here, played the wedding 1 • tlce in the world that leaves its mark I k :n M O D EL T FO RD march. ■pen a man's face more clearly than ( Hai The hrtde was attired In a gown of BRING IT IN ANO LET ua I Hal fishing. Pierce had that mark He i blue georgette and lace She wore litio LOOK IT OVER sad singularly quiet eyes—eyes that orange blossoms In her hair and car 1st.,I looked farther than most telescopes, rled a shower boquet of sweet peas We specialize In putting Model T 11*0, but yet not seemingly keen or alert I..Ili and roses. Fords In shape and «weil give you r is i He had a lean, weather-beaten face. 1 i Mr. and Mrs Swan will make their a good Job WV use only genuine or scribed and rescrlbed with lines. His i home In Salem crii I Ford paris and our mechanics can hair was curiously thin—and people fell. tell In a Jiffy Just what you need rather expected it to be gray. But I To Bring the car In and let us look it MRS. GRANT BEESON IS M > I when he removed his hat it was seen mu HONORED AT GATHERING over. to be rather light brown and fine. »I I "So you go back to your work to­ I Mrs. Sidney V Ward entertained a ►r*oi morrow.” I said. “I'm sorry you can't I group of friends at her home last »? r stay longer.” Thursday evening In honor of Mrs. ■I In "Not as sorry as I am. doc,” he i lump Grunt Beeson. The evening was It was a dark, ugly automatic pistol, brand-new and <«ith a full magazine of cartridges. replied. “If it’s between fish and IN spent in games after which refresh thieves. I choose fish every time. IP <» menta were served jr. h They are more gentlemanly, and re­ Southley. Names don't much matter twice to see what she was doing. of cartridges. I Those present were: Mrs. Ahhle quire a finer art One's daily bread, you know. At sundry times I've Reviving the unconscious girl wus She no longer stared at the back II ('»Miley, Mrs Byron Cowart, Mrs. Bert you know! But why don't you stay been known through the West as oi the seat. She'«as sitting up-rlrht. the work of a moment. But It almost Doane, Mrs Harold Lyons. Mrs. Grant and fish without me?' Amos Schmidt. His real name t. ay almost rigid in her chair, and her made me miss my station. Phone 19 Fifth and A Streets Beeson, Mrs Roscoe Perkins, Mrs. »II fl Her eyes opened and rested upon Fishing for tarpon with anybody qe Southley, and it may be Lasson, eyes were on the landscape outside Harry Llchty. Miss Ed**sse Fundren-. except Alexander the Great would and it may be something else. All I the window. I followed their line of t. give me no thrill at all," I told him. i nOw j» that for a long period of time sight, and saw at once that we were 1 Inin “I’d sooner go to my house party." the man who calls himself Southley estate. An enormous house, a great vner Dancing around In a ballroom when was known as Andrew Lasson. 1 white palatial structure of style of esert you could be dancing around on the know that he landed In America foity long ago, perched upon a near-by hill. li sea with a tarpon! By the way years ago as Andrew Lasson. What It looked as big as the castles cf Eu­ dslgh j»ne where did you say you were going his name was before that. 1 don't rope. and on the hillside were cluster aid < for this riotous week?" know I know that about a year ago ed such outbuildings as stables and mu h To a big old manor house in the inquiries came from a certain man in garages. There were wide sweeps of r Int interior—Southley Downs. »tn p England to find at all coats Andrew meadow, a curving driveway, and In imi fi "Southley!" he muttered, His Lasson. The fee was to be tremen- the most astounding contrast the deep »•m name doesn't happen to be Peter dous, moat of which was to be paid fastness of tropical Jnngle. For we Thli Southley, does it?" a year after we found him. The were In the Interior- of southern bv pu “That happens to be his name.” f ih« man’s name was Roderick—at least, Florida, as verdant a place as la to Jlitige “An old man—seventy-five years of that's what he told us. His signa­ be found in all of North America. dirvi t •X*—white-haired, heavily built, about ture was that of an old man. After Human senses are not entirely re­ serve! as tall as you. with a peculiar nervous a while his son—a big. dark, good- liable. On the witness stand I could Sprlni twitch to his eyes?" perl looking man about thirty-five—came not swear exactly what I saw. As It the n "That's Petrfr Southley. 1 don’t to see us personally. Well, we started caught in the frozen fascination with WE know him well 1 met him at my club to work. We traced Just long enouvh which the girl watched the passing Plaint in Tampa, when he was visiting the to discover that Andrew Lasson had panorama, I was still following the dress. Martins. And 1 can't understand moved South from New York as Peter line of her vision. It seemed to me what made him ask me. i got th? H. Southley—when Roderick called us that I caught a glimpse of something letter just a couple of days ago, and off He said he'd found his party him yellow In the thicket—a curious, bril- he promises fishing and shooting an , self." liant yellcr* in great splashes of color. golf of the best. Asked me for a full "Perhaps it was Just some legal It was ju.it a glimpse, and yet I had week, and even seemed a trifle hectic mix-up—heir to an estate, or somp­ dim reasons for thinking that the yel­ about it—as if he ¡wanted me very thing? Southley ia tremedoukly low form was living. 13# badly. I'll stay a day or two. at wealthy." It might have been Just a gayly least.” "Possibly. But I did get interested. colored plant, or a flash of bird wings, "Queer thing. ' he muttered. "Such I never saw such a tireless pair of or even a tawny dog. I should say BROADWAY BUILDING— BROADWAY AT OAK, EUGENE a queer thing But then» doesn't sr -n hunters as th“se Rodericks were. And that Its size might correspond to that to be any further doubt.” when you're d .wn for this week-end of an enormous hound. Ii might have I was scorcred by curiosity; but I party I want you to keep ears and been a yellow calf, or perhaps only knew enough no* to ask questions. eyes wide open—-and, of course, lips the sunlight against dark water. I t "You're a cort of trustworthy quack, closed. i didn’t matter, anyway. The only ”E ta k e pleasure in an n ouncing that we have e s ta b ­ it«-«. Lang." he rem . ked at last. The Journey to Southley Downs Is thing that did matter, or that 1 rem­ lished a studio in keeping with e n te rp risin g Eugene 1 began to be hopeful; but I knew SP distinguished by some of the most embered for hours afterward, was that -a m odern, progressive m etropolitan studio, p rac ­ my cue beautiful scenery In Florida, but I the girl suddenly slipped down to the ticing the best m ethods- and devoted to all th a t is best in Very blundering, I m afraid, Alex." OF floor in a dead faint. didn't look at it. p o rtra it photography. "Of course your years are against In an instant she was In my arms. 8t you—only thrity three. Yet they say The porter showed me my seat at I don’t remember how she came We will a t all tim es show the late st effects know n to our that you have a cool hand with a the seaboard station, and it is un­ there. I have no remembrance of . a rt, and shall endeavor to m erit the p atro n ag e of th o se who scalpel. Steady hand means steady believably true that ten minutes had exertion in leaping to her chair or ap preciate refinem ents of line, light and shade. nerves. Steady nerves means you're passed before I ever noticed the picking her up. She iwas simply there C ourteous tre a tm e n t alw ays! to be trusted in a pincr. You handled dainty little hat on a girl almost the when I again looked Into her face, KIRI that Wildmarsh problem pretty well, j length of the car ahead. And It »s ! her slender body against my breast. too. Tell me—have you any deep, per­ a queer thing that mv first thought | her head resting on the muscle of my sonal regard for this man Southley?” after noticing it was that ten min, left arm, her white face uplifted and F1F "Not really." I'd barely met the utes had been wasted. There Is no unconsciousness upon her. Sprl man. "I did think he was a kindly old accounting for the vagaries of the If 1 had a single Impression as I chap; very agreeable, and with a fine human mind. It wasn’t that I'm the carried her to the women's room-. It taste for vintages." kind of a man that can stand before was certainly not her weight. She "I rather thoirg.it that might de- a shop iwlndow and spend an enjoy- seemed to have no weight at all. But scribe him. Long, I want you to keep able ten minutes gazing at creations I did see the lovely shadow her eye­ your eyes open when you are at his of millinery, Sutt lashes made agulnst the whiteness house. I want you to watch—all the j There was a feeling from the first of her face. time.” ; that if it should only be lifted off A woman picked up the silken week­ Alexander, you are the last man It would reveal a great, lovely heap ______ _ ___ end bag that _______________ the unconscious girl had We will photograph F R E E and p resen t one beautiful picture to in the world to ask me to do anything of shimmering brown hair, arching carried, and drew the curtain for me. every baby betw een th e ages of 6 m o n th s and 2'/z years, brought to Di li is the slighte st breach in loyalty a face as pretty and piquant as the | She was a large, cheery-faced matron, ou r studio during opening w eek Ju n e 18th to 23rd. T here is no between a guest and his host.” eyes of man could wish to see. It capable and determined, and under obligation. I rather hope I am, Long—yet a ! was Just that kind of a hat. : ordinary circumstances I would have deter five gets remorseless. I must. The train stopped at a station, and felt perfectly safe In leaving my pati­ guard against it. In this case—well, l a man In the opposite row of seats ent in her hands. But In this case, I in this case, I should say it was quite j from mine left the train. His chair Went to work to effect the recovery ot erwise. Maybe you don’t know was considerably nearer the front of myself. what I mean. I m not sure that I , the car than mine, so I slipped Into It. It was the most simple form of know myself, i have rather vague ; The girl’s profile was plainly visible ordinary faint; so I sent the woman EDWIN THOMAS Ideas instincts, I guess you’d call to me now. i for smelling salts. E. J. RATTON them I can’t tell you what prompts »be wore a little tailored suit of "Maybe she's got some In her bag,” form erly of S eattle, Wn. t em. 1 don't know myself. Anyway, blue, and her silken bag Indicated she suggested. von can be sure that I don't want you a week-end visit with a girl friend 1 peered into the pretty conceit DANNER Motor Company Announcing— the Opening of C1 Monday Morning, June 18th W Free Photographs All This Week