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HEPPNER GAZETTE TIMES, HEPPNER, OREGON, THURSDAY, MAY 23, 1929. PAGE THREE Sixth Installment WHAT HAPPENED BO FAB The Sheridan Dramatic Club, of which Tom Bibeck, the narrator, Maryella, the Birl he carea for, and Jim Cooper, his rival, are members, are to give Pygma lion and Galatea at the Old Sodlers' Home. Mr. Hemmlngway, husband of one of the actresses, thinks Bilbeck Is In love with his wife. The escape of prisoners from the local penitentiary keeps Bilbeck busy at his newspaper work, so that he gets away from the uramauc group, iiut Maryella sum mons mm, and starts telling the storv of "Dollyanna" who believes that every thing that happens turns out to be for me oesi. The players arrive at the Old Sol. dlers' Home, being greeted royally and meeting Pink Henwether and others. The play at the Old Soldiers' Home Is Interrupted because of a fire, the play- cm ami veterans escaping. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "Then it's all for the best," piped Jim Cooper cheerfully. It Is easier to be optimistic when you are warm. "Maybe we had better start home," I suggested, thinking appre hensively of those thirty long miles to town. "With the snow falling fast it may get too deep for trac tion pretty soon." "You're right," ' conceded Jim. "Let's hurry. We can take off our muke-up after we get home." By great good luck we had left our outer wraps in the main build ing. Therefore we were able to bundle up warmly enough. I had a long, heavy fur-lined driving-coat that covered me from head to heels. The Lillielove bus got away first, although Mrs. Lillielove herself elected to return with us. I had no non-freezing solution In my radia tor so I had let the water out as soon as we arrived, and now had to fill it up before I could start Grandmother responded nobly to the first turn of the crank. I men tolly thanked her for not misbehav ing on an occasion which seemed al most too good for a balky motor to miss. The old soldiers crowded to the doors to see us off. Without the opposition of the band Grandmother Page did herself proud. We started off amid a riot of sounds Bimllar to those made by a terrier hunting for a rat In a pile of rusty stove-pipes. From that I could tcltthat the en gine was working perfectly. I uon t quite understand how the drivers of these up-to-date, silent cars can locate trouble. Everything is so thoroughly mulllled that as far as I am concerned it Is Impossible to tell how many cylinders are filing. With Grandmother Page there Is no room for doubt. If she fox-trots I know that only three charges are being exploded; if she does a buck and wing it is alternately two and three; but If the racket is practically constant I can rest easy in the knowledge that she is doing her very best on all four. Above the noise of the motor could be heard only the farewell of Comrade Pilk Henwether. He prob ably had not heard the sham battle going on benenth Grandmother's hood. "Good-bye," he yelled with his ex cellent lungs and highly trained vo cal organs. "Don't feel bad about the fire, because it was a lot better than the show!" That man Just radiated tact It's too bad he could not have been in on the diplomatic courtesies that preceded the Eurpenn War. The trouble could have been so easily averted by having the representa tives of the powers draw lota to see which would kill him! It was a beautiful night even if the snow was falling so thickly that it was impossible to see thirty feet ahead of the car. There is no peace like that of a snow storm, no pur ity like that of the earth In a fresh white blanket. It seemed a shame to put tracks in the clean glistening expanse. Maryella, snugly wrapped In warm robes, sat beside me; the car was running smoothly, and there was a long drive ahead of us. What more could I ask? It was all for the best. In the midst of such pleasant ru minations I noted hastily a dark ob ject in the road. I turned quickly to avoid it and my lights illuminated another object directly in our path I put on the brakes and stopped just In time to escape running down a man who stood Immovable. CHAPTER VII. More Trouble What was the matter with him? The answer flashed upon me when I noticed that in either hand he held a revolver. It was a hold-up I gasped with surprise. So did Grandmother Page. I had forgotten to feed her gasoline enough, and the motor stopped. "Get out," directed the man with the guns briefly. Needless to say we did, and lined up In the customary attitude before him and his fellow highwayman with our hands elevated above our heads. Instead of going through us as we expected, one of the men climbed into the front seat and adjusted the spark preparatory to starting. Then I knew who they were and why they had stopped us. They were escaped convicts from the pen itentiary, and they wanted the car to get away In! It was a good scheme. They would leave tracks hard to distin guish, and could out-distance local pursuit. "Cuss!" exclaimed the highway man who was in the car. "What's the trouble, Bill?" the other one queried without, how ever taking his eye or the muzzle of his gun away from us. 'There ain't any electric starter on this car." Jim Cooper laughed. "You'll have to get a new car, Tom. When even highwaymen crit icize it you have to admit It's get ting out of date." "Shut up," commanded our guard. I mentally applauded him. Can t you start her anvwav. Bill?" 'Sure, I can start her all right," Bill stated confidently. It is grand to approach a motor in that frame of mind, especially in cold weather. If there is anything in this theory of the superiority of mind over matter It is certainly cor rect to hold a hopeful thought when about to crank a car. Bill grumbled a little though at having to turn the engine over by hand. He went out in front of the car and grasped the handle firmly. "When I get her going, Julius," Bill said before cranking, "you make a quick Jump for the car and we'll be off before anybody can start anything." "All right," assented Julius. All arrangements for the getaway completed, Bill cranked the car. He cranked it several times, in fact, without any definite results. Grand mother Page was behaving like a brick like a load of bricks, one might almost say. She. would re spond to none but the hand of her master, and to the ministrations Of another she only gurgled. "What's the matter, Bill? Can't you start her?" questioned Jim Cooper sympathetically. "Proba bly it is all for the best, Bill. This will teach you to be patient and will likewise develop the muscles. If you would devote the same amount of energy to the pursuit of an upright and noble life you would doubtless become President of the United States some day. Think, Bill, of how this life of crime has aged your poor old mother. Think of your mother, Bill!" Bill exploded at last. SPRING IKace Rfleeit Condon, Oregon May 29-30-31, JJune 1-2 THERE WILL BE 150 OF THE FASTEST RUNNERS IN THE NORTHWEST ON THE TRACK. Come and spend the week. Plenty of good hotel and rooming: accommodations. Plenty of entertainment for the evenings. A big dance at Rink Hall every night. Shows, conces sions, merry-go-rounds. FUN GALORE The People of Condon Extend to You a Most Cordial Invitation. AUSPICES CONDON RACE ASSOCIATION "If that guy lets out another chirp, Julius, plug him!" Jim subsided, but from time to time thereafter he writhed with eagerness to offer suggestions and comments. He just naturally can not keep from lending a helping hand in everyone else s business. He means well, too. I do not doubt but that Jim Cooper is one of the best hearted men in the world but by the time he has helped half a dozen times in something you want to do by yourself you get to dread his appearance on the scene. Bill's temper had not been im proved any by Jim's earnest advice. He twisted the crank savagely and then delivered a violent kick on the radiator. "Who owns this piece of junk anyway?" he demanded, at last ap proaching our group. "Is it yours?" He pointed at Jim. "It is not," Jim disclaimed hasti ly. "You couldn't give it to me on a bet." I made a mental resolve to square up with him sometime for his scornful comment No man likes to have the things that he owns ridi culed. Grandmother might not have all the modern attachments, but I love every bolt In her body. "Then you must be the guy," Bill saia, indicating me. "You come here and start your car." Now, I had no particular desire to have Grandmother Page kid napped. It seemed simple enough to make a perfunctory effort and tell them it would not go. So I monkeyed with the levers aimlessly and cranked a couple of times. I did not prime the cylinders with gasoline and stuff a glove in the air intake, as I knew I would have to do to get her to respond. She wont start," I .announced. Bill swore. Jim Cooper smothered a strident laugh. "What are you laughing at-" Bill demanded harshly. "Because," Jim returned, "Tom says he can start that car in any kind of weather when no one else can". How cheerfully I could have throttled Jim for that asinine rep etition of my footless boast! So you've been stalling, have you?" Bill turned upon me savagely. "Now you start her; understand? No monkey business! If she's run ning in two minutes we may not blow your brains out." Something in his tone convinced me that Bill was in earnest. I lift ed the hood, primed the cylinders, stuffed my glove in the intake and turned her over. Grandmother responded feebly: "Phut!" "The batteries are a little weak," I commented. "They don't give a very good spark when it's cold." I adjusted the spark-coil to op erate on less current and tried cranking. There was no explosion whatever. I was beginning to get a little worried. Bill, who stood over me with a gun, seemed a thrifie impa tient. I could see that he did not be lieve that I was making an honest effort to start. "Try it on the magneto," sug gested Jim Cooper. "She never starts on the magne to," I replied. "Try it anyway," Bill commented briefly. "And hustle." So I did. As you may know, start ing a motor on the magneto in volves spinning the flywheel rapid ly for several times before enough electricity is generated to make a spark. It is one of the most heart breaking exercises I know of, es pecially when the motor has ex cellent compression such as Grand mother Page boasted. The perspiration dripped from my brow and my arm seemed like leaden weight that was about to drop off. I paused for breath. "Now you quit your kidding," snarled the highwayman, shoving the muzzle of the revolver under my nose. "Take off that coat and make her go. Take it off, I say!" I obeyed. Neither of us was pre pared for what followed. I had for gotten the white tights, which were all I wore beneath my overcoat, and he of course was not expecting me to look as pale as I did. His jaw fell and his arm dropped ump at niB siae. "W-w-hat are you?" he asked. It was probably the only oppor tunity that I would have, and I made the most of It As the muzzle of the gun dropped I Jumped for him and pinned his arms to his sides. We rolled over and over In the snow, the revolver exploding as we fell. Sometimes weight is an advan- tage. This was a case in point. In two minutes I was sitting on his chest and had taken his weapons away from him. Finger on trigger, ready to fire, I looked around for the other ban dit. "Where is he?" I asked. "Gone," replied Maryella. "He ran away when he saw you were winning." "It's all for the best," Jim assert ed. "You couldn't fight him and sit on this other gentleman at the same time anyway." I rose from my seat. "Get up!" 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