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THE EVENING HERALD, KLAMATH FALLS, OREGON
OUT OUR WAY
' , BY 'J. R. WILLIAMS I OUR BOARDING HOUSE BY AHERN
' by Robtrt Bruct O nm NSA sni, lac.
; mem 111:1m touav
: JF.AN IMINtt, ararrtarir fo OON.
A till Mil.VrAUI'B. Iniryor, liclnra
krr atiawrr nlira llllllIlK WAI
LACK, atimaiuMla aalramna, aaka
her to marry him.
At Ta Unlilcn Prnlhrr Blahl
III!) aha mrna IAMIV IIAIIUI.N
whnaa nunlnraa foinrrlloa la
TnRur, Sanilj latrttilucra lliihliy
a. .d jran ii a . """I i.
I.IOWIH. Jlnnl, aalla aontr nnaila
fur l.civla, who bura II car.
1.AI1IIY Cll.l-:. frdrrnl aarnt,
la iralllaK WIKUV I.KWM. haak
ritbhfr. II Irnrat ahonl thf bond
' frnaaactlna and qtiealloaa llobbT.
l.arrv brlievea tha rnr l.la
tMinahf la imoffl. Ilobbr oa
drrliikra lo nnd out.
Jrna anrcra to a arrrel rap;iiB;e
anrnr wlfh annily. Tht bnnk of
which arr fnlhrr la nrealdrnt la
rttbbrd and l.nrry alnrta a ararch
for tha rnbhrra.
Jrnn Rctra to mrt Hand who hna
fcrra Injured. He nnd Ihr l.mUca
arr atflxlna; at n fnrmhonae. Jh
una flnua hrrarlf a prlaoner. The
whnlr porlr leavra thr (area.
Larry Irama the rnbbrra irrra
the Jnrkaon vnniz. A telephone
number Irada the federal ta
the rnrm.
Jean'a father, worried about her
abaenee. ennndea la llobbr. They
ma to aee iwirry.
Now no oji with tub to
CHAPTER XXXVII
LARRY OLENN drovo slowly
out tba road that led north
from the town of Midlothian, and
repeated to himself tha directions
that bad been given him at the
fllling atation.
"First white farm house on the
left side of tbo road after you
pass the little grove of oaks," he
roused. "Let's soe-thls must be
the grove; now, Then I get past
It. . .
He .touched the brake and
crawled along even more slowly,
rfl'.e oak grove slipped to the rear,
followed by an orchard: beyond
the orchard a pleasant-looking
farm house with a veranda across
the front and a fringe of trees
along the side of Its yard came
Into view. Larry swung Into the
driveway, drove to the back yard,
parked, and went up to the back
door and rapped.
Re heard slow footsteps Inside
the house; then the door was
opened part way and a man
peered out at him.
"Mr. Engle?" said Larry. The
man sodded reluctantly.
"My same's Harder," said Larry
politely. "I'm doing some field
research for Uncle Sam, collecting
statistics on tbe triple-A eorn-and-kog
program, and I'm afraid I'll
have to bother yon to answer a
lew questions.'
The man peered up from be
neath his overhanging eyebrows
and hesitated. Larry smiled, in
the manner of one who knows
that he is making a nuisance of
himself but who proposes to get
It over with as painlessly as pos
sible, and said, "It won't take but
a minute or two." ,
THE man looked at him again,
and grudgingly opened the
' door. Come on In then, be said
- Into tbe kitchen.
;' The kitchen was a large room.
In the old-fashioned farm manner.
; A wood-burning range stood at
i one end,' and at the other was a
' large table spread with a check
ered gingham cloth and covered
with used oreakiast dunes, air.
VtiitIa ant enntleitinlv In a atrfltpht.
bactfed chair and waved Larry to
- another, beside the, table. Larry
aat down, drew a notebook from
- his poeket, opened it, and leaned
forward -with another ineratiatine
- unite.
"Vnm lafm Xt Cnel " io
aid.- "You have 20 acres in field
corn this year, and a two-acre plot
of sweet corn for the market
which doesn't count, so we'll skip
It. Twenty acres, and last sum
mer you "
'And he went on, reciting facts
and figures that he had gleaned
halt an honr earlier in the office
of the county agricultural agent:
and Mr. Engle, nodding occasion
ally and sncking at his empty
that bis visitor was anything ex
cept what be represented himself
to be.
"and have you your copy of
the agreement with the county,
agent? I'd like to glance at it,
Mr. Engle," said Larry, in con
clusion. Mr. Engle looked- helplessly
about him, then got to his feet,
j , "Em!" he called.
"What'd you want?" said a
woman's voice, rasping and Im
patient, from somewhere upstairs.
, "Where's my copy of that corn-
Inr prMmflntt'
"Wherever yon put it, which
mleht ha 'most anywhere" Raid
the voice, Mr. Engle stared blank
ly at the ceiling. There was a
moment's silence; then the wom
an's voice called down, "Did you
look In the desk in the front par
lor? Might be "
The rest of it was lost, as the
woman apparently moved from
one upstairs room to another. Mr.
Engle looked blankly at Larry,
then mumbled, "I'd better go look
for it." and shuffled off, through
a swinging door, to tbe front of
the house.
Larry, left alone in the kitchen,
looked about him with keen inter
est. He bad already learned, from
the county farm agent! that tbe
Engles were childless and had no
hired help; how was It. then, that
at least six people had eaten
breakfast In the kitchen that
morning as the used dishes on
the kitchen table clearly testified?
He listened Intently. Someone,
the woman probably, was moving
about upstairs. Engle seemed still
to be in the front, looking for
the agreement. Larry looked over
the plates on the table. Moving
deftly and silently, he picked up
a knife from each plate, wrapped
them all carefully in a handker
chief and slipped the bundle into
sn Inner pocket; then, standing,
ne looxeu over tno taoio a second
time.
! :
rTMIEN he heard Mr. Engle re
turning. Larry slipped Into his
1 Chair again and was looking ab
sently at the range when the
farmer re-entered the kitchen.
"Here. 'tis," said Mr. Engle, ex
tending a creased and soiled docu
ment. Larry took it, scanned II
with an air of vast interest, lotted
(own a couple of notes in his little
book, and then returned lu
"I'm sorry to have bothered
fou," he said, smiling. "Now, II
I can have a look at your stock,
I'll go away and leave you It
peace."' .
He got up to follow the slugglsb
Mr. Engle out the back door; and
at that moment he beard more
footsteps In the hall, the swing.
Ing door thumped and swung, and
a stout, red-faced woman camt
Into the kitchen, carrying on cnor
moua armful of sheets rolled Intc
huge ball.
"Title's one of those AAA fol
Iowa," said linglo. "He's lnqulrln'
bout my corn, and so on."
She looked at Larry uncertain'
ly, then turned back to the clothct
baBkot.
-Well," she said. "I'll ct on
with my washing. You wou't uccl
me, will you. Mister?"
Larry smiled aid rheck hti
head, and followed t!:ft fa.'m'r nut
Into the back ynrl, tlitrWiutf, "J1k
places for breakfast, or.it ci'.oiKh
used sheets to rlico a rJClicnt
for a family of tvo I'1
Ho followed the faricrr thrcueh
the outbuUJInrri, aqntcil oI
lshly at tho r.rru3.!c to
tako more not?, rtad maca:?,. to
observe frim tho iode:.tailoss iu
the soil nr. I tho kUck ere&iie
drlpplnfjs ou gra3 an.l crarel that
at K-art tTo cr.n bnd been parked
In the t3.'k very rejont'.y;
and fits!!?, ha!! ac hour r.ftcr his
arrival, he rliTck hnr.is with
Eale. wl.h;4 him so?a Uay, got
Into tho roadster and drcvo away.
a
IT vt2s still before noon when
ho entered his ofT.ce In Dover.
He took from his pocket the little
bundle of purloined table knives
from tho Engle kitchen and care
fully unwrapped it. Then he
called tor Tony Laltocco.
"Tony," he said, as the Italian
entered the room, "I think you
can make some prints off of these.
Try 'em and see what you get,
will you? And step on It," -
Tony took the exhibits and de
parted, while Larry sat at his desk
and took a hurried glance at vari
ous papers and memoranda that
bad been accumulating during his
absence. He raised bis eyebrows
over one memorandum, studied It
with care, called. Agent Frank
Watson into bis office and talked
with him earnestly; then he rang
up that honest, hard-fisted friend,
Detective Sergeant Mike Hagan of
the Dover police, and held a tele
phone consultation with htm. As
be hung up Tony came back Into
the room carrying a huge blotter
on which lay three photographic
prints, stiU wet from the fixing
bath.
"Three of the knives were too
smndged to do any business with,"
said Tony. "I got these oft the
other three."
Larry looked at the prints,
automatically drawing out the en
velope in which he carried the
fingerprint Impressions of Red
Jackson, WIngy Lewis, and Sandy
Harklns. He laid the cards on tbe
table, and Tony bent over them
with him.
"This one we don't have,"
mused Larry, "We'll send it to
Washington. This single, here
. . . by the Lord, Tony, It that
Isn't Red Jackson's! Look!"
They made a careful, painstak
ing comparison, checking loops
and whorls with methodical ex
actness. Then they straightened
np, looked, at one another, and
nodded. ,.
"This other one looks like a
woman's," said Tony. , Larry
looked at the print. "I blew It
up so much, yon can't tell,'", ex
plained Tony. "But on tbe silver
the prints were a lot smaller than
the others.. I bet it's a woman's."
"Might be Mrs. Engle's," said
Larry slowly. "Or .maybe the
Brady woman. Is with 'em.. Well,
it doesn't signify "
He broke off as his bell tinkled,
and took up the telephone. He
smiled and spoke a word of greet
ing Into the mouthpiece; then, as
he listened, he grew tense, and
bis face became stern.
"My God, man. It can't be!" he
raid. "Listen "
(To Be Continued) '!
Worshipers .who . are kind
enough to contribute buttons to
the collections are requested to
bring their own and not, pull
them off the hassocks. The Rev.
G.-R. Balleine, London vicar, ad
dressing congregation.
Now that WPA is to develon
the Rutgers athletic field, maybe
the workers should be prodded
occasionally so1 visitors - won't
think they're the ones who died
for d. o. R.
Reluctance of Pittsburg barbers
to talk of their relations with
racketeers was our first intima
tion that barbers were reluctant
to talk of anything.
G. O. P. to utilize films in cam
paign. A snappy title for one of
their talkies might be "The Tares
Boondogglers, or .Why Politicians
Heave Loam."
Republicans quiz potential
presidential candidate to find
out how dry he is. All we have
to do is turn the dial.
" 'Breathing Spell' Spurs Wall
Street." Any day now we may
expect a bleating spell.
Flapper Fanny Says
QM: '
Getting to bed late is an occa
sion for alarm.
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LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE
BY HAROLD GRAY
MilliHO.U
ARE MY DOG5 7'
KILL1M' ME '''.''
ARE YOU STILL
HOOFING IT ALL
THE WAY OUT TO
THE"GANw3lE FEATURES 1
LOT AND BACK
EVERY DAY Y WHY
DON T YOU
GIVE UP T
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7
GIVE UP,
klOTHIKlL
THEY'RE GOIN
TO NEED ME
THERE YET"
AND WHEN
THEY DO. I M
GOIN TO BE
FINO-
GRANTED TOOTSlE
SNOOTS D03 MAKE
A MESS Of THINGS.
AND SUPPOSING THEY
2 NEED A DOUBLE -
YOU KNOW sue
AND HER FOLKS LOVE
YOU LIKE POISON -
THEY WOULDN'T
LET YOO ON THB
SAME LOT
W UiVMa
BUT I'M
GOIN' BACK
TO MORROW,
AND EVERY
DAY. "LONG
AS THERE'S
A CHANCE
IN A
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rc tft a ctiu i .uP&rFrisiE4
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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS
n
AW, TMAT THE 'STCEMTH
CORWER PRECK HAS
TURNED. I'LL BET tig's
wise that we're trailimg
HIM AMD IS TAWWG US
WILP GOOSE
CHASE.
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MEBBE VOUteE
R6HT HE'S eOlUfi
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WE'RE D0IW6 THE
SAME. L&r'S
60 HflME.
WAIT HE'S
GONG INTO oH,0H.' WE'LL
THAT LAr LOW
House! J Until he
m. . A comes our
I THINK I CAN
GET ALONG WITH
OUT YtJUP HELP
AFTER TODAY,
PRECKLES".
THIS Ti
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JOB I I
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OVER A BARREL.'-
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I'LL WAIT TILL MORUING-THEU I'M OOlklfl TO
HAVE A TALK WITH THAT BIRP. THERE'S A WftK
OR A LOT ABOUT IHOSb MUKIERS HE'S GOINO
TO EXPLAW
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HAVE YOU IN lvY
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