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Newspaper Page TextPAGE FJOTTT MEDFOIID MAIL TRTBTTKE, MEDFORD, OREGON". THTJESDAY, OCTOBER 29. 1936. &$ The Wrong Murderer t$$ By HUGH CIEVELY ' HYNOI'818: Terence Uahony hat walked knowingly inlo Amoroso l.awsan's trap in an effort to bring that worthy and Hit gang ol kid nappers anildope runners to iuttice. . but he it mislat-n tor a mysteri ous Sir Brown by an equally myt terinut Irishman and hat to light lor hit lite Then vollat arrivt and Terence and tht Irithman. alliet lor the moment escape over tht housetops One pursuing policeman falls to the ground . while the orowA watches him, the two fugitives slip down through a house, to the street Chapter 28 .'ATTY BA88ETT THB Injured constable had heen removed Into a house to await the arrival of an ambulance, and the con stables who bad been attending to him were hurrying up the street to join In the bunt. The danger now was that, even In that crowd, the tall hulking figure and ugly features of the Irishman would be recognised. He evidently realized the danger "You slip along, Mister: don't stay with me; let me take me chance on me own." he urged Mahony. "The cops aren't likely to know you, I'm thinking; you'll get sway much bet ter without me." But Mahony wasn't having any of that. "I'm damned If I will," be said. The Irishman grinned. "Right you are, me boyo," he re plied. "But I'm thinking you'd do better ..." He broke off as a dirty hand plucked at his eleeve. The hand be longed to a little, squinting bow legged man. dressed In a disreputable check suit and a red muffler. "Oet along to Fatty Bassett's," said s hoarse voice. "Slip away quietly mate. I'll give the cops something to think abart wbile you're gettln' way." The bow-legged man edged away from them through the crowd and uddenly raised his voice In an ex eltcd shout "There they gol Look, on that roofl 1 seen one of em dodge be'lnd that chimney slack I" he yelled shrilly, and raised a pointing Hand "Where? Where?" A doien voices asked the question. A police sergeant grasped the bow-legged man by the arm. "You saw them?" he demanded. "1 seen one of 'em, large as life, be'lnd that there chimney stack," de clared the bow-legged man In a voice of excited conviction. " 'H popped 'is 'ead out, took a decko, and orf again. I seen Mm aa plain as 1 see me and." The sergeant ran In the direction of the house at which the bow-legged man bad pointed. For the time being the attention of the crowd and police was directed towards that House That gave Mahony and the Irishman the opportunity to slip out of the crowd and make their way along a dark side street. But the danger was not over vet: the police in the whole district would be on the lookout for the two fuil tlves. For five minutes they dodged cautiously about the dark, narrow streets, koeplng a wary eye open for prowling policemen. Then they drew into tue snelter of an arch overhang Ing a masslvo gateway. "This way," said the Irishman. -Follow me." "And who's yer pal?" asked the fat man. "1 don't remember to 'ave seen 'im before." "Why, 'tis Mr. Brown himself," an- swered Barney with some pride. "We had a bit of a friendly argument, and the spalpeen laid me on the flat of me back. After that the police came and we got out by the roof." "Wot, laid you on the flat of your back I" exclaimed one of the other men. "Wot with?" . "With his fist," said the Irishman, and he laid his hand almost affec tionately on Mahony't shoulder, "Be- gob, he's a folne fighter Is Mr, Brown." The fat man turned to Mahony. His eyes were cold, and his expres sion was unfriendly... "So you re Mr. Brown, eh?" he de manded. "No, I'm not," answered Mahony. "I told Barney I wasn't, but be wouldn't believe. me. "True, you're not,' answered the fat man roughly. "I know wot Mr. bloomln' Brown looks like: 1 seen lm once when 1 went to the 'ouse Is Jamaica Street," Here was a chance of getting In formation, and Mahony took It. What does he look like?" he de manded. 'Taller than you, and darker, with a little moustache. And 'e's got a lit tle scar on the back or 'is left and, answered tbe tat man. He scowled at Mahony suddenly. "Oo tbe 'ell are you, anyway, aekln questions?" he went on suspiciously "suppose you tell us a bit about yer- eelf." TTE led Mahony along a narrow 1 passage that ran between the back of a warehouse and a row of small, grimy back gardens. Halt-wav along tbe passage be turned off to the tert, crossed a email cardan, and d scended half a dozen stone eteps into a dark area. in tront or him was a door, the kitchen door of a house. He rapped on it sharply three times, paused and rapped once again. The door openea very slightly, and a grufl sus picious voice said: "Who's there?" "Barney Flynn and another,'1 an swered the Irishman. "The eopa Is out after us." ' ' "Come In," said the gruff voice, and the door opened wider. They entered through a dark pan try Into a frowsy kitchen lighted in adequately by a flickering gas Jot Three men were seated al the kitchen table drinking beer and playing with a greasy pack of cards: another chair and mug had obviously just been left by tbe man who had opened the door The three men looked up as Mahony and Barney entered. One of them, a very fat, disreputable-looking rascal, spoke. " "Lo, Barney," he said. "Wot the "ell you doln" over 'ere? I thought you was lyln' low In Joe Walton'a doss ouse over the other aide of tbe river." "1 was so," answered the Irish man. "But I was given the tip where Mr. Brown was to be4 found tonight, and 1 slipped across the water to see If 1 could gel me money." ATAHONY did not answer for a moment. The fat man's descrip tion of Mr. Brown baa given blm a sudden shock. Tall, with a little dark moustache, and a scar on tbe back of bis band that description exactly ntted his friend Billy Ross. "Well?" demanded the fat man. "Ain't you got a tongue. Wot was you doln' In that 'ouse?" "I was sent there by a fellow named Mllson; be told me that If I called there at ten Mr. Brown would give me a Job." ansewerd Mabony. "Mllson?" said the fat man. "Mil son? 1 never 'eard of Mm. Wot'a look like?" Before Mahony could aiiswer, there came three sharp raps on tbe outer door, followed by another rap. ine man who had admitted Mahony and Barney went to the door and oponed It. A man entered. . 1 He came Into the room, stunned short, and stared at Mahony and Bar ney with the expression of one who cannot believe the sight of his own eyes. Mahony stared back at him; there was a amlle about bla lips but tbe expression In bis eyes waa bard and dangoroua. "Hellow, Mllson." be said, Attor Mahony'a words there waa a pause. Tbe air of the cellar waa charged with a kind or dramatic ten sion. Mllson stood Just Inside tbe doorway, an expression of amaze ment and foar on hla face, staring at Mahony and Barney. Just behind him, In the doorway, waa tbe man who had let him In. The fat man bad risen; his expres sion was one of hard, scowling sus picion aa he stared from Mahony to the man called Mllson. Mabony bad moved back slightly and waa standing against tbe wall; bla expression, too, was keen and hard, and hla baud had slipped Into tbe side pocket of his coat. During the pause, the bow-legged man also quietly entered the cellar and stood looking with some curios Ity at the men In there. The fat man was the first to speak "Slllson?" he demanded rouchlv "Wot d'yer mean, Mllson? That's Mr Lake." He told me his name was Milsnn and be sent me down to that bous in Jamaica Street to see Mr. Brown aboat a Job." stated Mahony. Allison, or rather Ijlke. made a lit tie nervous movement with his band He was afraid of Mahonv and th big Irishman, and to conceal his fear he tried to bluster. "Well, and supposing I did?" hi said shrilly. "1 had my orders and I carried them out. And It'a a nlca thing you've done to let tbem in her. 10 line to know who'a responsible for that. There's coins to be tarns trouble about that, l can tell you." i aent em along ere becos thi cops wos arter "em," put In the bow legged man. "Wot else wos I to dor lou damned tool. The cods tin after them because . " began MU eon. Then he broke oft as It he had said too much. (Copyright 1,3$. Hugh Clerely) (Mshony talks, tomorrow, tor Ms Quadruplets Born KAUNAS. Lithuania. Oct. 28, (AP) Quadruplets, two boys and two girls, were born today to the wife or a laborer In Marljampole, South ern Lithuania. The Aame woman In IBM bore triplets, all of whom died almost Immediately atter birth. . Tune in KSL every evening. Mon day thru Prlday, B p. in. Catholic Pastor Dies PORTLAND, Ore., Oct. 29. (AP) Father Qeorge C. Chabot, 81, pastor or St. Psul's Catholic church, St. Paul, Ore., died here today. He waa bom at Lazare, Quebec. Before tak ing the pulpit of the St. Paul church he waa at Boseburg and Tillamook, LONDON. Oct. 29(AP) Sir New ton Moore, 03, tormer premier of Western Australia and ex-presldent or the Dominion Steel and Corpora tion or Canada, died today following an operation. He sat In the . bouse or commons aa a conservative trom 1918 until 1932. CHEERING SECTION Phona 643. Wall haul away your When you want beat caU 1184 retuse City Sanitary Service Petroleum Heat As Burner Co.- REMODELED CHATEAU FOR DING, DANCING Herman Burgoyne, former manager of the Rx cafe here, today announo tvl tht opening aiturday night of the Chateau, a dine and dance pi are ten mile south of Mrdford on the pa cific highway. The Chateau waa built about three yonni hro hut continued In btuilneaa only a few werxa. Burnoyno ha com pletely rwnodclrd the place and haa put in a large dance Door In the r?ntr of the building formerly given over to a creek and rustic bridge. The aallft have been celled Inalde nttu natural knotty cedar and new heating and light fixture have been I retailed. The balconlea have been remodeled The kitchen ha been completely modernized with gas equipment, In eluding range, deep lal frier mid , broiler and a large cold tor age room ior vegeiaoiea and meat. Innovation! lnrlnd tn.fnr.t mi allde running from the balcony to the main floor and a an. font hr t nni end of the butldtng. Burgoyne an- nuuncva inai oene Purvia and hla awing band will furnlah dance muslo each night. Tha Chateau haa table accomoda tlona for Ann diimIi tmi i,ini. upace around the building haa been tnuTuvra wiin ua cuoic yarda of gravel and will accomodate more than 100 car. Terminal I utul I iron ted. PORTLAND, Ore.. Oct. 39 (AP) C. C. Hockley, state public works ad ministrator. Mid todny approval had been received from Washington of a 331,041 grant for the partial recon struction and enlarging of Portland municipal te r m l n a 1 No, 1 a nd the construction of a warehouse. Total cost of the project was estimated at iM and will replace your Diokeo Mi dow reas-tni8i? rrowortugt Cab-ne- Works Uoslng turn? tor Voo Late to Claa- aiXy ida 14 i JO n. m. STRANGE AS IT SEEMS By JOHN HIX Tor further proof address the author, factoring stamped envelope for reply. Res- V. S. Pat. Oft .11 iiF w- (0 Htp J3f jk" v py: V ? nil T-n IT ' i' " " m ii i' 1 I r ir? W&tfeK-sagr Wrtiie iHftu&Hce of pruqs SWttiMlHG WRKEPONiT QNP OF Ifc COHT&Nfc 1 Wk rter M. ' AMD YetfRV- 1R WoRUfe a-W ll ill ' frm work ftT 1 (r) wire WORW 0,vJeytJ lAhlNrVS- halfback, scored ftUfbiflfe For exfflsiDte WrteHrti'STefVA 1 Vt M The FovitotU'it Miuterplecc. Rackd with pnln as he lay tossing on a sick bed In 1818, suffering from severe stomach trouble, sir Walter Scott begged to be allowed to rlfr. and continue his writing. Opiates were administered by his physicians In an attempt tq quiet their patient's burnlng.nmbltton and to relieve his terrific physlcsl sgony. but to little avail. Scott Insisted on oontlnulng hie work. Finally in des peration the doctors summoned two of the author's close friends, Wllltnm Laldlaw and John Ballantyne. The two men pacified Scott by agreeing to take his dictation while he lay abed. Between groans of sgony Sir Wal ter poured out his Immortal story. the "Bride of Lammermoor," stop ping only when his pain was too great for htm to speak or when he sank back In moments of lethargy, his great mind dulled by the Influ ence of the dnigs he had been given. Strnnge as It seems, when the story was completed Scott forgot entirely ever having written It. In the words of Bftllantyne: "The 'Bride of Lam mermoor was not only written, but published before Scott was able to rise from his bfd: and ha assured me that, when It was first put In his hands In complete ahspe (1819), he did not recollect one single Incident, character, or conversation It contained and he hnd heen acquainted with the "Incidents of the story since his boy hood ." All-Point Scorer. Rated as an All-Coast half-back In 1935. Byron Haines was the "goat" and "hero" of his team In their game against University of Southern Cali fornia. December 7. Receiving the opening kick-off on his own 1-yord stripe, Haines ran be hind his goal line where he was thrown by a Trojan to score two points for U. S. C. In the second quortor. Haines took the ball this time for a 25-yard dash to a touchdown, making the score 6-3 in favor of-the Washington Huskies. The game ended at that score Haines having made all the points for both sides! 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