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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)
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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.
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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!
By GLUYAS WILLIAMS
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