HEPPNER GAZETTE TIMES, HEPPNER, OREGON, THURSDAY, JULY 4, 1929.
PAGE FIVE
Pi 4yTMf ILLUSTRATED EV FRANK B. PReW), 1
TWELFTH INSTALLMENT.
WHAT HAPPENED SO FAB
The Sheridan Dramatic Club, of
which Tom Bllbeck, the narrator, Mary-
eiia, me gin ne carea ior, ana Jim
Cooper, his rival, are members, start a
performance of Pygmalion and Galatea
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terrupted by a Are. During the re
hearsals Tom Bllbeck Is accused by the
husband of one of the actors. Mr. Hem
iiiEwav. of beliiK In love with his wife.
Riding 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 Bllbeck after
struggle.
The captured thief is tied to a chair
at the Old Soldiers' Home. Unable to
leave the home as the car refuses to
budge, the players must stay there, and
Mr. Hemmlngway, hearing this over the
phone, says he is coming right to the
home as he Is suspicious of hlB wife
and Bllbeck, Meanwhile the Sheriff ar.
rives.
Hemmlngway arrives Just when Bll-
DecK is assisting Mrs. Hemmlngway,
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 Sheriff's horse has broken loose.
Meanwhile Hemmlngway susDects Bll
beck more and more, and Jim Cooper
mixes in 10 leu BiiDecK ne naa arranged
that the Hemmlngways be divorced and
that Bllbeck is to marry Mrs. Hem
nilngwuy. To get back home, Hemmlngway must
travel by foot, and Bllbeck offers to go
with him. In violent disagreement,
they nevertheless start out together on
snowshoes and sklB and soon Bllbeck
tumbles over Hemmlngway, the going
being difficult.
They lose their sense of direction.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
Just by way of diversion we now
had an argument as to which way
the nearest farm-house lay from
where we were. We had determined
to postpone trying to reach Fair
Oaks until morning and wanted
food and shelter for the night
' I thought that I had seen farm
buildings on our right, about a mile
back on the trail. Hemmlngway In
sisted that they were on the left.
"There is no use quarreling about
it," I said finally. "There is nothing
to prevent each of us going the way
he thinks Is right. It's a cinch w
will both find shelter if we keep go
ing far enough."
So we separated. We had grown
Intensely tired of one another any
way; especially since hunger had
put an edge on our tempers. Hem
mlngway Btarted southwest and I
branched off toward the north. It
grew dark very rapidly after the
sun was gone, but the snow on the
ground made It fairly easy to see
and I was able to hit up quite a
fast pace.
But the farm-house I thought I
had seen did not materialize. I
could have sworn It was In that di
rection, too. Rather than give up I
pushed on further. I did not like
the Idea of going back to Hemmlng
way and admitting that I was
wrong. Surely if I kept on in the
same direction I had been going I
would eventually reach some sort
of shelter and food!
It was a long time, though, be
fore I saw a welcoming light I
can't say just how long, but I would
have guessed several hours. Any
way I was so thoroughly fatigued
that I could barely drag one ski
after the other. ,
But when I saw the light I quick
ened my pace and made for it. I
was afraid that the people who liv
ed there would go to bed before I
could arrive.
As I passed over the snow I had
a curious sense of familiarity, a
feeling as if I had been there before.
It wasn't so much that I recognized
nnything specific, but I just felt
more or less at home. There was
something In the air.
All at once the moon came out,
and as It did the building toward
which I was heading loomed large
against the sky. -
I knew at once why the neighbor
hood had seemed familiar. The
building was the Old Soldiers'
Home, and I had wulked all day to
return at night to the very spot
from which I had started!
I had no very cheerful vision of a
warm welcome upon my return to
the Home, but It was a case of any
port In a storm, so I continued on
my way. Tho Home was still half a
out. But I plugged on. I felt pretty
sure that I could get in without
waking any one up, which I decided
would be much the better way be
cause I could avoid explanations.
As I drew nearer In the shadow
of the woods that bordered the road
I saw a figure dart suddenly from
their protecting shade across the
patch of intervening moonlight to
the Old Soldiers' Home.
That struck me as rather curious.
Why should any one be in such a
hurry and why so furtive ?
I thought it over quite a while as
I stood there waiting for something
else to occur.
Then a solution occurred to me.
It was doubtless" the other escaped
prisoner, the one who had held us
up In the road when we had started
for home the first time.
The chances were that he wanted
to get back into the sanitarium and
release his partner,
As soon as I arrived at that de
duction I, too, hastened in the same
direction that he had gone. By the
time I got to the front of the build
ing hp had disappeared. An open
window, however, Indicated very
plainly where he had gone, and re
moving my skis I had no hesitation
in following him. It was hard work
for me to climb through, but I man
aged it.
There was enough moonlight com
ing into the living-room where I
found myself for me to see that
there was no one there. I hardly
expected that he would linger long
He was doubtless searching for the
room In which Bill, his partner was
confined.
There was nothing on the main
floor except the living room and the
service quarters. I glanced hastily
in each room below and then went
upstairs which was a more likely
hunting ground. I paused at the
head of the stairs scarce breathing.
He was not there.
While I waited, senses alert and
nerves taut, a figure glided out
through a door and went down the
hall away from me. It disappeared
in a moment through another door.
I waited perhaps two minutes. It
reappeared again and passed on to
the next room.
I was in a quandary what to do.
If I raised an alarm the chances
were about even that he would es
cape. It seemed better to capture
him single-handed. I
Therefore, when he disappeared
into the next room I followed down
the hall. As I did I heard a door in
back of me open, but was too intent
on my quarry to pay much atten
tion to the sound In the rear.
I came to the door where I had
seen my man disappear last. It
stood open. I stepped in and closed
it softly after me. Next I felt grop
ingly for the electric-light switch
on the wall.
Before I could find it there was a
woman s scream in the room some
where ahead of me, and then at my
back I heard a clicking sound in
the door I had just closed.
My hand found the switch. I
turned It on.
Sitting bolt upright in bed, with
a revolver leveled at me, was itary-ella.
There was no one else In sight.
CHAPTER XII.
Several Surprises
"Throw up your hands," Maryella
commanded, undecided how to treat
burglar whom she knew by his
first name, but choosing at length
the conventional procedure.
I will, I agreed, "If you 11 point
that shoe horn in some other direction."
She threw aside the weapon.
"If you are a gentleman you will
leave this room," she said firmly.
"I don't know what you mean by
this unwarrantable Intrusion."
"A man came in here and I fol
lowed him."
"Nonsense! Where is he?"
It did sound a trifle fishy, I'll
admit There was no one in sight.
I even looked under the bed.
"Now go," she ordered as if she
were addressing an Infant who had
mile distant when the light went to be dealt with (irmly. "I don't
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know what Is the matter with you
lately, Tom Bllbeck. You used to
be a fairly sensible, dependable
man; but now you act like a lunatic
two-thirds of the time."
"I'll go," I said mournfully; "but
some day you 11 realize how unjustly
you have treate'd me."
I went to the door and turned the
knob. It would not open.
"What's the matter?" Maryella
asked when I delayed.
"I can't get out This door is
locked on the outside."
"Absurd!" Maryella got out of
bed and slipped on her fur coat
"How could it be locked?"
She came over to the door. As she
stood beside me I had a poignant
spasm of heartache at the dainty
desirability of her. It was no time
for sentiment in a situation that
bade fair to become serious, but I
challenge any man to be so near
the person of the woman he loves
and not be conscious of rippling
hair, especially If it flows over her
shoulders, and the soft tenderness
of the skin flushed with sleep.
She tried the door.
"It is locked," she admitted with
Incredulous eyes that sought mine
questioningly. "What does it mean?"
I shook my head. "I don't know."
Just to be doing something I rat
tled the knob.
"Be quiet In there, consarn you,"
said a voice outside. "You're arrest
ed in the name of the law, and any
thing you say will be used agin'
you!"
It was the sheriff. How had he
become Involved In the midnight
parade? What explanation could
there be of an officer of the law be
ing on the scene of a crime? It was
contrary to precedent.
I even told him so through the
locked door.
"Don't argue with him," pleaded
Maryella in a whisper.
A new look of concern had come
into her eyes.
"What is it? What are you afraid
of?" I asked.
'Think how this is going to look
when they find you and me here!
Oh, Tom, how could you compro
mise me so?"
"I didn't Intend to. I wasn't even
thinking of you."
"Oh," she murmured as it hurt
"Mrs. Hemmlngway occupies all
your thoughts, I suppose."
My heart leaped joyfully. Even in
a moment of stress she had time to
be jealous. Maybe it was all for the
best.
"I'm sorry," I said penitently.
"That won't do any good. We
ought to be able to do something
definite to make this look all right"
"I'll do anything you say," I of
fered. "Shall I Jump out of the
window ?"
"You might break your neck."
"It wouldn't matter," I said bit
terly. She disregarded my martyr-like
speech. "Suppose you were to hide,"
she suggested. "I'll say you jumped
out of the window and then when
they got out there after you, you
could escape."
"Clever plan," I congratulated ad
miringly. "Where shall I hide?"
"Under the bed," she suggested
practically.
I glanced doubtfully at the white
enameled iron bed which was bolt
ed to the floor. It looked to me as
if it were underslung.
However, I'm the most obliging
man you ever met so I got down on
the floor and started to crawl under.
Unfortunately I stuck half-way.
I could almost make it, and I
struggled hard to condense that re
fractory half inch of girth that was
holding me back. It was no use.
Then I tried to back out. To my
dismay I found that I could not
move the other way either.
"Throw up your hands," said the
sheriff outside. "I'm coming in, and
if you move III shoot!
How the deuce could I throw up
my hands? I might have thrown up
my feet, but I doubt if I was capa
ble of a motion of any sort.
As the key clicked in the lock I
heard a scurrying of bare feet
Maryella was retreating.
The door opened. A hush of sur
prise followed.
"Come out," ordered the sheriff.
"I see you, you durned ostrich."
I renewed my struggle to extri
cate myself. It was useless. I had
used too much zeal in my effort to
get under.
"If you don't come out in ten sec
onds I'll shoot The sheriff deliver
ed this ultimatum and began count
ing, "One, two, three "
The thought of the target that I
offered for even a very poor marks
man drove me nearly frantic. I
made a superhuman effort. The
bed rose from the floor and fell
apart I backed away from the
debris.
(Continued Next Week.)
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