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MEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE, MEDFORD. OREGON. TUESDAY.. .TTJXE 1. 1937. r PDDDGD SMILE, PLEASE By CLUYAS WILLIAMS STRANGE AS IT SEEMS By JOHN HIX Tat farther proof address the author, Inclosing a sUmped envelope tor reply. Reg. V. 8. Tat Oft PAGE EIGHT SYNOPSIS: A mvatriout shol kith attractive Judt Blinshop on a wild, stormy nloht at rarrlngton Bluff, hom of Michael's aunt. ucrvon marooned on thta Island is suspect; Mike, who uu Jud alone that nioM; the Skipper, hie tall and tweedy younger aunt; Aunt Martha, itout end prudish; ' Gay Palmer, Mike's red-headed iweetheart: Hiooine, the elderly butler; IV i I Item, the chauffeur; Cook; Annie, the maid even , Mike'e closest friend. We believe an ourtider, perhape a maniac, ie looie in the houee. The dull daum of the second day flnde us nerve-taut and exhausted from utile searching. Chapter 23 . Horror In Jude'f Room IN THE game room Michael stood at a window, hil back itirt. On a bench in front of the fireplace with her back toward him. Gay wai persis tently bouncing a table tennla ball. The atmosphere was arctic. "It's daylight," I announced tri umphantly. , "How cosy," from the window. No response from the bench. I fumbled through the mess of keys, selected theirs, and handed them out, "Breakfast In half an hour. We'll have to shake a leg." "Or a neck." Mike atrode Into the hall, slamming the door after him. I walked over and removed the racquet from Gay's hand. "You're a good egg, Gay. I've always liked you. But you're digging yourself Into a hole that you won't be able to climb out of. Mike Is all right Go take a shower and forget about it." She got to her feet at that. "Mike," she said furiously, "Is a lying skunk! I've just told him so, and now I'm tell ing you." And she was out of the room. . "Gay!" I shouted, rushing after her. But she flew up the stairs without looking back. "Good morning, Mr. Jlmmle." I spun around to find Hlgglns be side me, freshly dressed, brushed and combed. How much had he heard? "How's everything below decks?" I eeld, a bit weakly. "Fair to middling, sir. Cook But she means well, sir." "I'm sure she does. Can you man age breakfast In half an hour?" "Yes, sir." I left him there. I had no desire to talk to anybody. Mike's door was closed, and I didn't open It. Old Gay seriously think The. whole. Idea was ridiculous. I shaved, tubbed and dressed in a stupor. Just as 1 was climbing Into a shirt, there came a low, insistent knocking on my door. It was the Skipper's voice. "Jlm mle, can you come out here a second?" I moved ta the door. "Hullo, Skip per. What Is it? Is" "Don't make so much noise." She was beckoning me down the hsll in the direction of her own room. "Come quickly!" I went on the run. The Skipper paused before Jude BUnshop's door, pointing, and my eyea followed the direction of her finger. Jude's door had been forced open. The lock was still on it, but the woodwork had been torn by terrlfle pressure. We must have all of us come down the hall without noticing. I pushed open the door. Don't Go In There!' IN THE dismal half-light of the win ter morning, the small bed lamp stIU burned, lending a ghostly unre ality to the whole scene. A sheet lay on the floor Just at my feet The bed was emptyl I took one half-hearted look under It One glance Into that closet and I was back In the hall. I must have been jabbering like a monkey. The Skipper started for the door, and I flung myself In her way, "Don't go In there!" I was roaring. "Don't" She shoved me aside and disap peared through the door, 1 should have followed her, but 1 didn't 1 leaned against the wall with my head In my hands, "She was dead." 1 was saying It to the empty hall, "I saw her. I felt her heart She was dead!" "Jlmmle, quick!" I couldn't seem to make my legs move. It seemed a century before I reached the Skipper, who was stand ing In front of Jude's closet, her face reflecting the terror that held me paralyzed. She was pointing to something long, lumpy and shapeless that lay upon the shelf of the closet Something that vaguely resembled a stack of blankets, but was not a stack of blankets. I seized the uppermost blanket and pulled. A cold, limp hand was at my throat and something soft and heavy was rolling over me. My head struck the floor with a sickening thud. Even then I didn't appreciate the full horror of It I was on the floor struggling furi ously with something that was wrapped around me like a vise. 1 was twisting, pounding, roaring. The world was tumbling In a thundering, blinding wreck about my head. And then I was on my feet the Skip per In my arms, and both of us were staring down at a huddled mass on the floor a blotch of eery blue in that ghostly light The dead, white face of Jude BUnshop was staring up at us. I don't know what I did exactly. After a while 1 tried to quiet the Skipper. . What had been on that bed when 1 stood elone beside it earlier in the evening? What if I had reached down and moved that sheetl What J finally managed to move to lift the body to the bed, cover It with the dis carded sheet and turn out the useless light When I finished, the Skipper was standing by the door. "I might have known," she was say ing over and over, "I might have known." ' I took her arm. "Known what?" She started, like a person suddenly waking up. "Quickly, Jim," she said. "We must hurry." Before 1 caught up with her, she was halfway down the hall. "Walt Skipper," I pleaded. "You can't stand any mora of this. I'll call Mike and William." "No!" In horror. "Good Lord, nol" I followed her with no Idea of where she wae going. So the killer had evaded us by cramming Jude's body onto that shelf, taking Its place on the bed, and forcing his way out of the room at his leisure. We could have had him twice. Twlcel The Skipper was going down the front staira and straight to the front door, where she paused, pointing jerkily. The heavy bolt had been drawn aside and the key was on the floor. Our man had escaped. The Skipper flung open the door and dashed out to the steps. Wind whooped around us In fiendish wel come, but the rain had stopped. The Skipper was away running for dear life toward the end of the house In the direction of the tennis courts. In an Instant I was after her, shouting, "Sklpperl Sklpperl Walt!" She never turned. At the corner of the house, she disappeared. At top speed I followed. Once I thought 1 would catch her as she paused for half a second at the path leading from the game room to the boathouse, but she was off again before I had gained a dozen paces, running straight for the bluff. That bluff was a sheer drop of SO feet onto sand or rocks My eye caught the boiling, roaring surf beyond, and 1 remembered Michael's experience by the boathouse. It seemed as If my legs would drop under me. She was nearly there. Desperately I mastered an impulse to close my eyes and avoid seeing It happen. And Just at that moment she stopped short on the very edge or the bluff. Another gasping leap and I was beside her. I had my hands on her, and I meant to keep Uiem there. Then I, too, was staring Into the abyss below us staring at the body of a man lying face downward on a jut of sand In the middle of the bluff, just out of reach of the howling fury of the sea. Again I Bear Bad News WE climbed down only part of the way. He was dead. 1 realized thai before we reached him. From the way his head was bent to one side, 11 seemed as if his neck must be broken. A deep blot of red stained hla heavy white hair and was gradually spread Ing Into the sand. Hlgglns' hair wai gray and very thin. Whoever this pool devil was, he was not the butler. I shouted above the noise of tht wind, "We'll have to get help. Can'l reach him without a rope!" She nodded dully. Without a word, she Bllowed me to draw her back and In the direction of the house. 1 think she would have fallen had It not been for my arm. The side door was still bolted. We were obliged to make s circuit of the house and enter as w had left it From the dining room, a low babbll of voices Indicated that breakfast wai already under way. 1 steered tht Skipper Into the living room, adminis tered a dose of brandy, and ordered her to stay where she was. One) again the bearer of bad nevs, 1 en. tered the dining room. They were all there, being served by Hlgglns. M. Farrlngton paused lr the midst of an announcement con. corning the weather to eye me wor. riedly. "Well," growled Michael, "novi what?" "We have found something on thi beach." I said. "Hlgglns, I want you and William and a rope. Hurryl' Hlgglns gave me one horrified looV and rushed toward the kitchen. Gay was on her feet "What have you found?" It seemed to me to be the klndesl thing to end the suspense of the lasl three or four hours. "We've found the body of a mar lying halfway down the bluff," I told them. "Our prowler Is through We'll have to get him before the tide turns or we'll be too late. The surf'i pretty heavy." (CttitilHl, lilUlt Tyltr) The body Is identified by the Skip per, tomorrow. CREEPS UP AGAIN TO NEW '37 NEW YORK, June 1. (UP) Com modlty prlcea again hare started a alow ascendancy after the aharp break occasioned by President Roose velt's remarks on high prlcee and apeculatlon. The Dun & Bratfstreet Index ol 90 cash commodltlee now ahowseignt at their highs for the year. Five are at' lows for the year while the re mainder are between the low ana high and have been advancing lately The composite Inde.t of the 90 com. codltlea at their high wae 1SS-38 per cent of the 1B30-33 -enrage while composite Index at the lows fw each of the commodities was 134 8(1 per cent. The Index at the rinse r,i 'last week a around 148 per cent. The. commodities which remain at 1(137 highs are Rio coffee, pig Iron, coke, cement, yellow pine, Douglas fir, gasoline and crude oil. Those at Iowa are flour, augar but ter, wool, lead and ateel acrap. President Roowvelt'a declaration against high pries centered mainly against steel and copper and these suffered widely. Copper had reached 17 cents a pound domestically Hav ing risen Irom 19 cent a pound. It broke to 14 cent a pound where It now Is but there la a firm under tone to the market and many antici pate higher prices within the next tew weeks. Steel scrap at Chicago had reached eat. 75 per ton and Broke to 1.75 a ton where It la now. But trade Journals say mat recent developmenla In the markev prior to the oulbrrak of labor diffi culties In Independent company plant have Indicated that the de cline has about reached Its bottom. Hammock Itrrths PARIS (UP) A novelty in over night transport naa just been In troduced by th. Parla-Orlcans-Mldl railroad here, when voyegera were presented with tlie hire of ham mocks for overnight travel Though not advertised as being more com fortablr t!-an the normal sleeper or I'Tenrrt "rouchr'te" the hammocks are reported to hava won popularity. I atHPiil m ttflrKMrtlJS Trite ' it a niKTivlft-TUf! WflffUJ WM?.. It rfXHW Mle- i - . lis BI M Mi kmtQ IH ft WMAiM rtoRBOf?, 55 m& ommp &v omj I Vfl VI II ft' i r a ..... . .fCe -n 11 M IV9nfi llALVfiA M Al an island 'm the S4C s'p oiomon group --, MRS. HMNM MonThSue, 4H6 Ti REP Of WASWNS H6R HtKfcbNPfc SHlKfe WrtEH ONW the coupes wckc wiucu m K u ... Detachable Shirt Colluit, "Blue Monday" waa really blue lor Mra. Hannah Montague, of Troy, New York. Her husband. Orlando, was a blacksmith and liked hla linen clean. The combination heaped up an appalling lot of laundry each week, consisting chiefly of shirts. Week In, week out, she bent over the washboard In a ceaseless fight against the Inroads of Orlando's grimy occupation. It was a Monday morning In 1827 when Mra. Montague hit on the Idea that waa to revolutionize men's shirt fashions. Alongside her wnsh tub was the usual pile of shirts their collars soiled but otherwise almost as fresh as the morning her husband had put them on. "If only I could wash the collars without launder ing the whole shirt." she thought, and started sorubbitiR The thought recurred again and again. tihe straightened up to ease her aching back nd looked down at the pile of sblrts still awaiting her. Inspira tion popped Into her mind. Grab bing up the shirts, she moved them Into her sewing room, aat down with scissors In hand, and cut off all the collars. Half fearfully, half expectantly, she awaited her husband's home coming that night. After dinner she Bhowed him her day's work. In shock ed surprise he gasped, then the Idea In back of his wife's shirt surgery came to him. He was enthusiastic. Proudly ; he wore his two-piece ahlrt to the smithy the next day. His ac quaintances Joined him In his en thusiasm. The detachable shirt collar was born. With a partner named Austin Granger. Blarkmith Montanue be came Collai'-nwktr MonUyuy realized a fortune on his wife's Monday" invention. and 'blue Overland Fie,, Escaped under sentence of death from Italy where he had taken part In a rebellion. Guiseppe Garibaldi went to South America In 1836 and entered the services of the Republic of Rio Grande against the Brazilians. Olven command of a fleet, he was apparently trapped on Lake Dos Patos. The lake had only one outlet to the sea. Two strong forts In the hands of the Brazilians guarded It. But Garibaldi was a resourceful man. Huge wheels were fixed to the bot toms of his fleet's vessels and oxen pulled them 66 miles overland to Lake Tramandal where they were launched. Tomorrow: What's In a Wheatfield? "A-B-C" Bubles ThrlTe PITTSBURGH (UP) The "A-B-C" babies re seven monthB old now and gaining weight steadily. The triplets were born to Mrs. Amidio Mattel last September 27, 1938. "Three Is throe times better than one," said the father. Then he named them Amidio, Beatrice and Caroline. Films Plant Growth LONDON (UP) With a home made machine built from old clocks, bicycle parts and gramophone need les, Percy Smith, 67-year old inven tor, can photograph the actual grow ing process of a plant. A whole day's growth of a plant can be recorded on the screen In one second. Pay Low In 1803 HARRIS BURG, 111. (UP) General rate of pay for digging coal In 1892, as revealed In a recently incovered yellowed payroll book of the old Black Hawk mine, was 2.7 cents a i bushel Average pay was slightly over I $1 a day and owner-operators took 1 in about $10 a week. MOiHEREjCPUlrlSfoHlrt tUM "THE IADY HA6 COME -fb 1AKE HI& Prt0f06RAPH tOESN KNOW WHft-f tf'5 All ABOlX BUI" FlHM CBMERft ANP All VERVAMU5IN6 WHEN EiERV-iHIN6 IS READV AUD -fHEV -fCU HIM 10 SMIlE BECOMES PEEPlY AB&DRBEP IM CAMERA RECES5 IS DECLARED WHIIE frtEv' C0A HIM NWlb IO0K SO SERIOUS. SMllES BR)6HtlV BECOMES INTENT A&AIN AS SOON ASYrtELADYSE-fS BEHWP CAMERA WISHES HE KNEW WHAT If 16 HE'S D0IW6 WR0N6. "fHE LADY AND MO-fHER SEEM TO BE 6ZM UPSET NOW frlE LADV HAS SYARYED All HE CClJ SOW If, UF W&c Oft (nnvl it. lanVPHrrfri- fALKlNS B&BY ihlh I 0 HIM, EK0OYW6 HAIN6 HIS PICTURE 6RAPHER HAS SO WE, HOWEv0?, which he DOESN'-ffniNKfUNU Taken, and now they are kecides the experience SPOILING EVERWWIH6 VYftS RATHER FUN S MATTER POP By C. M. PAYNE SMOrriMA .wouujTiu r ' v.Wc I y)E. -House. Too Tuli. I Tf'lh, ? 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