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HEPPNER GAZETTE TIMES, HEPPNER, OREGON, THURSDAY, JUNE 27, 1929. PAGE THREE 7Wf y ILLUSTRATED BY FRANK P. PTtyttWQ, TENTH INSTALLMENT WHAT HAPPENED BO FAX Tne Sheridan Dramatic Club, of which Tom Bilbeck, the narrator, Mary- Cooper, his rival, are members, start a . . r . riS'nauon ana uaiatea at the Old Soldiers' Home, but are in terrupted by a Are. During the re hearsals Tom Bilbeck Is accused by the .uouajiu w uue oi uie actors, Mr. Hem ingway, of being in love with his wife. Kldlng away from the scene of the Ill-fated play In their costumes and overcoats, the group of players is held up by two escaped convicts, one of whom is captured by Bilbeck after a Btruggle. The captured thief Is tied to a chair . ""'"rem nuiiia. uimuie 10 budge, the players must stay there, and Mr. Hemmlngway, hearing this over the ! no id ruining rigni w xne ome as he is suspicious of his wife and Bilbeck. Meanwhile the Sheriff ar rives. Hemmingway arrives Just when Bil beck Is assisting Mrs. Hemmingway, who has fainted, and of course thinks the worst. Meanwhile a disturbance is heard in the cellar, and all in the house rush down to it. The Sheriffs horse has broken loose. Meanwhile Hemmingway suspects Bil beck more and more, and Jim Cooper mixes In to tell Bilbeck he has arranged that the Hemnilngways be divorced and that Bilbeck is to marry Mrs. Hem mingway. To get back home, Hemmingway must travel by foot, and Bilbeck oilers to go with him. In violent disagreement, they nevertheless start out together on snowshoes and skis and soon Bilbeck tumbles over Hemmingway, the going being difficult. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XI. The Soup Bowl. My skis went under him and I went over him. It hardly seems pos sible that an object moving as rap Idly as I was could have been brought to a full stop In so short a distance. Hemmingway . made a wonderful buffer. I was hardly hurt a bit, and was very glad to cease moving for a few moments with more parts of me resting on the ground than Just my feet. Hemmingway scrambled to his feet To my amazement, he held one snowshoe in his hand and while I looked he brought It down over my head. "You dang murderer!" he shout ed by way of emphasis to the blow. "What'd you try to kill me for?" "Wh-what's that?" I ejaculated. "Do you think I did it on purpose?" "Of course! Otherwise why did n't you slow up or Jump over me?" I maintained a dignified silence. What possible answer could I re turn to a fool query like that? Why didn't I Jump over him? Why does n't Taft hold the pole-vault record? When my skis were readjusted where I had strained the footstraps by tripping over hfm I proceeded the rest of the way down hill. Hemmingway joined me a little later, limping. "Use a long stick dragging in the snow to make them go slower," he offered contemptuously. "How do you know?" I asked. "Pictures," he explained tersely. I recollected something like that myself, now that he had mentioned it. You remember the photograph a graceful young man In a tasaled cap and sweater poised in mid-air half way from one rise of ground to another, in his hand a long pole, on his face a nonchalant smile. A pole was what I needed most. I thought I could manage the non chalant smile myself. I cut myself a branch of a tree. It was a great help. I used It in climb ing up the next Incline and leaned heavily on it coming down on the other side. For the most part we traveled In silence. Once we had an argument as to whether or not we were pro ceeding in the correct direction. I thought we were right and he main tained that we were bearing too far to the left. "To go due east," he insisted, "we ought to head directly toward the sun." "No," I argued. "Not at this time of year. In the winter the sun Is quite a ways south. So, to go east, we ought to keep the sun a little to the right" i I finally convinced him, or he got tired of arguing. Anyway, we went my way. I still maintain that we would have reached Fort Oaks in that direction had it not been for the accident We passed through a gully that was pretty thickly grown up with hardwood timber. It was a narrow and deep dry wash and lota of snow had drifted into it. I had gotten across It safely and was proceeding without looking back, when a muffled cry of "Help!" caused me to turn around. Hemmingway was nowhere in sight! Slightly puzzled, I went back. He had certainly been close behind me. I found him In the gully up over his head In snow. His snowshoes lay on top, melancholy monuments of his whereabouts. I looked down at him in amazement. "What's happened?" I asked "How did you get down there?" "I fell off my snowshoes," he ex plained briefly. "I tripped, and in trying to save myself I stepped out of the loops that fastened the fool things on my feet. I didn't realize how thin a crust it was here or how deep it was underneath It. It would n't hold me and I fell through; that's all." As far as my experience went it was an unprecendented situation. "Can't you climb out?" I asked. "No. Every step I take makes the hole larger." ' I began to see the advantage of snowshoes and skis for winter traveling. It seemed hardly possi ble that the same crust which held us so easily with them on would prove so treacherous when we were deprived of our wide footgear. 'See If you can't give a lift of some sort, suggested Hemmingway. 'Gladly," I answered, "but how?" 'Reach down with your hands and help me while I get back on my snowshoes. This seems to be sort of a hole in the ground I am In, and I think the snow Isn't so deep where you are." I acquiesced in his plan, as I could think of no other. Reaching down I gave him my hands and be gan to pull up while he scrambled wildly with' his feet I sincerely believe the scheme would have worked If my skis had n't begun to slip. As it was he was nearly half way out before my feet shot out from under me and I land ed solidly at the bottom of the pit he had made. How I managed to end up under neath Hemmingway I can't Imag ine; but I did with a lot of snow and his snowshoes on top of both of us. "What are you doing down here?" he asked petulantly. He spoke as if it was his hole and no one 'else had any right to be In It. "I didn't want to come in," I re turned angrily. "I was trying to help you. The next time you fall off your old snowshoes you can get back on them all by yourself. Now that we are here, how are we going to get out?" "We might tunnel," he suggested. "All the way to town?" I asked. "How would it be if I stood on your shoulders," he suggested, "and climbed out?" "Why you on my shoulders?" I asked. "Whv do I eet the star Dart in tVila onrnhotln not? Tf vr.il cpt ' out, what happens to me? I sup pose I stay down here until It gets spring." "You could wait until I got help," he offered. "And freeze to death In the mean time, I suppose. This Is a nice little ice box you chose for a home any way. My fingers feel as if they are going to break off now!" Finally we evolved a scheme of tramping the snow under foot in each direction until we discovered what the confines of our prison were. It must have taken, us an hour to do it, but It kept us warmer and gave us the feeling that we were at least doing something. We found out that we were in a bowl-shaped depression with steep sdles and a rounded bottom. It look ed as if it would be a comparatively simple matter to cllmh out under ordinary conditions, but with the snow over everything it proved as impossible as for an insect to get out of the funnel shaped pit of an ant-lion. "I think I've got it," Hemming way suggested. "What's your scheme?" I asked skeptically. "We will run around In a circle down here," he explained, "each time going a little higher on the sides. The centrifugal force will keep us from slipping until finally we 11 reach the top. You ve seen fel lows do that trick on motorcycles in a racing bowl, haven t you?" I admitted that I had, but doubt ed whether we could go fast enough to raise us to the top. However, jt was wortn trying, and we started. I had to carry the skis in my hand and he had his snowshoes Btrapped over his shoulders, so that when we got out we would have with us our means of proceeding further. He started out ahead, and In or der to keep out of his way I had to follow. We were getting along line and were half way up the side of the bowl when Hemmingway, who was traveling faster than I, tried to pass me. Honestly I didn't trip him on pur pose, although he says I did. How foolish! I wanted to get out of there myself. Be that as it may, he did fall, and as he went he carried me with him. We landed in our usual position at the bottom of the bowl, hopelessly tangled up as to arms, legs, skis, and snowshoes. I got to my feet as soon as possi ble and moved the point of one of my skis from John Hemmingway's stomach. "I hope this isn't broken," I said, examining it carefully. So do I, groaned Hemmingway, for I want to break it myself!" He rubbed the spot where the ski had rested. We tried the same trick again and again, and always with the same result One or the other of us would slip and It would Involve the entire party in disaster. After we had done that for Quite a while we desisted. We didn't have any more wind left, anyway. As we sat there panting I tried to rack my brain as to where I had been in a similar situation. At last I remembered it It was In a sum mer amusement park years ago. There had been a depression in the floor of one of the concessions call ed the "Soup Bowl," out of which it was very difficult to extricate your self after you had once got In. There was a trick about it the trick was the only way you could ever get out I racked my brains to remember that trick. At last I did. "Keep a little bit to one side," I told Hemmingway, and wondering but docile, he obeyed. I ran up the side of the bowl as far as I could and then turned and ran stragiht down again and up on the other side. I repeated this pro cess several times, the impetus car rying me higher each time, until at last by a supreme effort, I scram bled over the edge Into snow that was only moderately deep. A few momenta later Hemming way worked the same trick. After we had put on our skis and snow shoes we started off once more. "We were there so long," I said, "that we have probably missed the train." "I suppose so," Hemmingway as sented gloomily. "But there will be another train some time, I guess, and if we hurry we may be there before It goes." So we pushed on. We had been traveling in the woods, so we were a little doubtful about our direc tions, but as soon as we emerged we found the sun again and headed in that general direction, bearing a little to the left as before. I was getting hungry, but Hem mingway vetoed the idea of stop ping at a farmhouse for lunch be cause, as he suggested, we could probably get a better meal in town. He thought we must be almost there, as we had been traveling quite a while before we found the soup-bowl, and it was only about eight miles all told. So we pushed on. At the top of every hill we expec ted to get our first glimpse of Fair Oaks, but every time we were dis appointed. It seemed incredible that we had not come eight miles. We had been walking for hours and were all worn out Still we were headed in the right direction, due east toward the sun. It was only when the sun set that we realized our blunder. While we had been in the soup-bowl the sun had passed overhead; and when we had taken our bearings again after coming out we must have headed southwest when we went toward the sun and a little left It was ab surdly simple when we came to think about it, but I doubt if any one not trained in woodcraft would have done differently than we. We had been going ever since noon in exactly the opposite direc tion; and by this time were three or four hours' traveling from Fair Oaks! (Continued Next Week.) Student: I have just bought an encyclopedia and there is every thing in it you want to know. Landlady: Then just look and find out when I am to receive the money for your rent Doctor: Is that a patient in the i waiting-room ? Servant: No, sir; he comes once a month to read the magazines. L. B. Leadbetter, wheatraiser of the lone section, was doing business in the city Monday. He is expect ing a fair crop this season. 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