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Show BEAR RIVER VALLEY LEADER, THURSDAY, MARCH 20, 1930. The Mutinu of the J Albatross . CHAPTER III Kidnaping of Bettington Howard Bettington, as be made bis way northward from Gloucester, felt ense of happiness in that he had engaged himself to lift the Unwln family from Its monetary troubles. The sketches he made which would afterward be transferred to his big canvases were the best he had ever done. He was pleased, who was ordinarily a Hettlngton had come to the shack of one Jonathan Oibbs, a surly man who had no traffic with his neighbors. He supported himself Indifferently with He" was his fishing and chickens. known for a bad tenipered man who preferred his own company to any Best He Had Ever Done. bard critic. "This," he cried, as he looked at a study of surf and rock, "will pay Mary's tuition and board for a year." He was perched upon a little Island t of rock, some three miles from His enthusiasm led him to overlook the signs of a coming storm, the worst storm which late August ever trought to the Maine coast Clack-por- With the first puff of knv upon the door, so Bettington, chilled to the bone, opened It. n found the shack had but two roomr-living room with a bed in a cornf: of it, and a kitchen. A soapston stove gave what heat the larger rooi i required. ? Driftwood furnished th-.v'sltor with h!s fuel end he was soon thawing before the Ore. Bettington knew the flsherfoik ; they were hospitable men wherever one met them. He had no fear he would get a reception that was not cordial But he did not know Jonathan Gibbs. The process of getting warm was so comforting that Bettington did not hear footsteps outside. Gibbs had been out to drag his boats from their customary moorings at the dock to the shelter of the shore. The first premonition that a stranger had invaded his home was the pungent smoke which beat down on him as he came toward the front door. He stopped suddenly. . His spare form tautened. Weariness had given place to sudden, bewildering fear. He retreated stealthily, noiselesly. At the side of a rowboat, he paused. His blanched face took on something of Its normal color. The Instinct to flee was conquered. There came yet more strongly to him the desire to know by what he was menaced. But his pogression to a woodshed showed no abatement of his caution. From the top of a closet he took down a shotgun, into whose twin barrels he put The Sketches He Made Were the e no-.-- , by Wyndham Tdartyn The m-- orner. other. There was no answer to his t COPTBIGHT IN THB U. WNU Serrlc and Jeft Bettington bruised and (A1, trying to make his ways to iV IUK lage. It was midnight when light showH him he wa near asniall house. FM'ltig nets and lobster pots were evldi f the calling of to that fearful storm a great wave, like a tidal bore, rolled In and overwhelmed the rock. Only owing to his great strength and ability as a swimmer was Bettington able to reach shore. With the storm came an awful darkness which presently merged into night 2 Glasses Water, Not Too Cold, Help Constipation One glass water is not enough take 2 glasses a half hour before breakfast. You get quicker and better results by adding a little simple No. 4 cartridges. He opened the door of his living room so softly that Bettington did not hear him. It was the cold gust that made the painter look round. He saw a tall, keen-face- d man at whose shoulder was the butt of a twelve-bore- . "Don't move," said the fisherman. Gibbs advanced slowly into the room. He had never, to. his knowledge, set eyes on this stranger. But he looked so searehingly and with such obvious menace that Bettington broke the silence. "I ought to apologize for this, I suppose," he said, "but surely, on a night like this a man may seek shelter without being threatened with a scatter-gun.- " "Who were the two men you were with in the post office yesterday?" Gibbs demanded. "I was not'in any post office yesterday," said Bettington stiffly. "I have not been In company with any two men for a fortnight." Gibbs lowered his gun. He tried to assume a look of amiability, but there was still anxiety written plainly. Bettington, watching, noted that the gun was still In such a position as to constitute a threat. related his misadvenBettington tures. "A painter, eh?" said Gibbs. He crossed the room, took down from a shelf a pencil and a piece of paper. These he handed to the other. "Prove k," he commanded. "Draw something." Bettington hesitated for a moment. He was not a man who went the better for being driven. But it occurred to him that here was a solitary who was mentally unbalanced. He sketched in a few skillful strokes a portrait of the man standing there, his gun balanced in the crook of his arm. Jonathan Gibbs looked at it in silence. "It Is good," he said deliberately. "Whatever else you may be you are a glycerin, saline, etc., (known as to one glass. Unlike other remedies, Adlerika acts on BOTH upper and lower bowel and removes old poisons you never thought were in your system. Adlerika stops GAS and sour stomach in 10 minutes! Relieves constipation in draftsman." 2 hours. Scott Drug Co. "Why should I be anything than I pretend?" "You've never seen me before?" Ad-lerik- a) When You Think HARDWARE THINK WILSON "Everything to Build Anything" Phone 11. BE KIND TO YOUR EYES Better let us examine pour eyes NOW. Be sure they are right so you can enjoy reading these long winter evenings. hare the experience ind the equipment to make your eyes better and your We vision clearer. Tremonton - Utah Gibbs demanded. "Never," Bettington said a little irritably, "and I shall pass a contented existence if I never see you again. What sort of a Maine fisherman are you to behave like this?" Gibbs put down his gun and assumed a more friendly air. "I've been threatened," he said rather vaguely. 'Tve made enemies hereabout 1 have to be careful I was startled." "You certainly startled me," said the other. "I hoped to be able to pass the night here and dry my clothes." "You surely can," said Jonathan Gibbs. "Til boil the water and make you some coffee. I guess you're hungry." It was after the meal that Bettington asked him, "Why should anyone threaten you here?" "Jealousy," said Gibbs, after a pause. Tm not a state of Maine man and I dont mix with anyone around. They don't understand that" Plainly the man had something to conceal After all, Bettington told himself, it was none of his business. He had often met queer, ingrown characters. He could not go out into the black night, now made doubly Impassable by the deluge of rata Gibbs made up the Are by packing a huge armful of wood into It. Bettington was awakened by the aroma of coffee. Gibbs was holding Bettlngton's shoes op. "Dried stiff as fcoards," be "They'll need to be greased before you can get into 'em, and your pants are torn pretty bad Ml lend you an outfit, and you can get what Th yon want down to Blackport sea's calm now and you can row across the bay in half an hour." The summer sun had tanned Be" Huston to a rich brown. In his ser boots the only ones Gibbs had to lend his fai'ol blue sweater and khaki fh!-- t. he Imed the sort of fishing type he had often painted. row-b"- ;t t At the dock he took a and set out to the vijlage. lie I:i gone, perhaps, half the distance, wli n a fast motor boat overhauled tl'.n. g!nckened speed as It passed and t!::- -i swung round and wailed in the p;:;h he was taking. There were two men in It One man with was a vastly broad-chestea trim sweater and white canvas trousers. He had tha look of a yacht sailor. The other, who was steering the boat, had no physical peculiarities other than that general air of following the sea. "We've had an accident," said the broad-chesteman and pointed to something at the bottom of the launch. Bottington clung to the side of the drifting motor boat and stood up. There, on the bottom of the other craft, was a man lying immobile. And as the artist stooped over him, the recumbent sailor gave a tremendous half-arjab which cnught Bettington on the point of the Jaw. The other two grabbed him as his head fell forward and hauled him on board where, unconscious, he took tne place of his assailant, who rose grinning. man, who was The broad-cheste- d called Sara, clapped blin on the back In approval. "Dandy," he cried. "And that rock prevents anyone seeing us from the village." Sara bent over the unconscious form and neatly trussed It up with rope. "The Boss will be tickled to death over this. Stove in that row-boone of you." A man with a boat hook smashed in some bottom boards and Jonathan Gibbs' dinghy slowly filled with water. Then the launch put out of the bay, past the buoys, and headed north for Bar Harbor. Bettington had recovered from the knock-ou- t He within five minutes. could see from the brightly polished brasswork and mahogany that he was in a yacht's launch. He knew that the hum of the motor would make any He had been call for help useless. neatly knocked out and was now to It was be expeditiously shanghaied. incredible. Then the real meaning of the thing flashed on him. He was mistaken for Jonathan Gibbs. He was rowing Gibbs' boat and wearing With a two days' Gibbs clothes. growth of beard and a face burned with the sun, he might easily pass for the fisherman. "This Is all a mistake," he said, addressing himself to Sam. "You think I'm Jonathan Gibbs." "I know d d well you're not," said Sam, without animus. ...The thing was inexplicable. They knew him for himself, and knowing It, they were carrying him off, bound with ropes, to the open sea. There was seemingly no sort of perd matsonal grudge in this ter. The three men were carrying out orders. "Listen, bo'" said Sam, "we've got orders not to say a thing to you till the Boss sees you. It won't do you no good asking why we did it, or who we are. We had to get you alive and unharmed and we did the best we knew how." It was dark when the lights of Bar Harbor came In sight Bettington was carried up the gangway, across a deck and then placed in a small cabin lighted with a single porthole. Sam untied the knots and watched the victim stretch his stiff and cramped limbs. "Just a word of warning," Sam remarked. "You can't get out of that porthole and you can't get out of this cabin. If you did, it wouldn't help you. If you re wise you'll wait till the Boss sends for you." Sam turned the keys in the door and left him prisoner. As he examined his dungeon he heard the throbbing of From the porthole he machinery. could see the boat was moving. He pulled off the heavy sea boots of Jonathan Gibbs and flung himself on the berth. In many adventures Bettington had Ietmed that fretting and fuming were handicaps that men In danger should not take upon themselves. Presently he fell asleep and was awakened by Sam. "You ain't worrying," said Sam, grinning. "They tell me you always had your nerve with you. You won't be able to see the Boss tonight He's bitting the pipe and It's as much as a man's life Is worth to go In now. I haven't no authority to let you out till he gives the word, so I'll bring you a bite to eat here." Sam waddled out Bettington was still puzzled by his apparent friendliness. As a physical specimen of humanity Sam did not awaken confidence. On his broad, flat face were written lust and brute courage. He would be a bad man to cross. But why should be regard Howard Bettlngtoa. painter of seascapes and man of Integrity, with such an air of comradeten-foo- - . d d high-hande- ship? "Where are we bound for?" be asked of Sam, when a tray of food wis brought In. "Noo York." said Sam. "Can't I go on deckr Bettington can't escape." asked. Sam shook his bead. "Not till the Boss gives the word." "Who la tha Boss?, The captain?" "The captain?" There was scorn no." In Sam's tone. "Him I H "Yon mean the owner?" Sam's scorn of the owner wax jut as emphatic. "Be may think he's tha boas and 1 l Bishop R. T. Nish, motored to the Crpfn nallett may think he Is, but Temple with a number of our Logan to rose they don't know yet" Sam so. "Just one bit of advice, bo. don't people Wednesday. Mr. and Mrs. John Mansfield and nake a noise. If you do you'll go to two small children and Mr. and Mrs. Noo York gagged." Comer, of Park City, were Saturday guests of Mr. and Mrs. Thomas J. Bettington had not been gone on his Nish. Mr. Mansfield is a sou cf Mrs. errand to Blackport half hour. hen Nish. Jonathan Gibbs In his motor dory Mr. and Mrs. William Chasey and went out to tils lobster pots. He was sons, Billie and Max, of Ogden, were returning when he saw a smaller Saturday guests of Mr. and Mrs. boat its gunwales awash, almost Thomas J. Nish. across his bow. He knew It instantly Mrs. William S. Mason and daughfor his u. Investigation showed ter Hortense, were in Garland Sunday, that some of the planklnr had been visiting with her son, William Mason. Robert Nish and Clark Rudd, made staved in. He supposed that one of the needle rocks must have done It a trip to Ogden. Monday. He blamed himself for allowing the Parley Archibald, of Tremonton was stranger to cross the bay. Almost up delivering gas at the High-Wa- y certain death would await any man Service station and also called on his dressed as Bettington had been. In mother, Mrs. Sarah Archibald. Wallace Hess, of Fielding, was in such currents as these, town on business, Monday. an Gil ibs went to his shack with The whole episode uneasy miud. spelled publicity to him. but he cheered himself with the hope that his guest might have been rescued. In that case he would soon be ba'-- at the shack. But by midnight Bettington did not return and . Gibbs went carefully through the things which were in the torn coat There was a gold watch with the Initials II. B. on It A wallet contained almost four hundred dollars. There were no letters. But there was a reference on a memorandum of repairs to the skylight of a studio at a given address and a receipt for the rental of It to the end of the current year. And there was a bunch of keys. For almost an hour Gibbs sat motionless. Then he rose to his feet, put a kettle on the oil stove and presently shaved himself carefully and He rubbed the trimmed his hair. grease which Bettington had applied to his shoes so carefully into the leather, that It became at length flexible and he was able to put them on. Hasty repairs to the torn trousers and coat enabled him to wear them.. With an Iron which had been little used of late, he pressed them Into something of their former shape. Dawn was breaking when Jonathan Gibbs, now a new man, bade farewell to the shack he had Inhabited for six years. None saw him as he made his A sleepy way inland to Westfield. ticket agent gave him a ticket to Portland and forgot the occurrence Mrs. Andrew Archibald, who returned home from the L. D. S. hospital about two weeks ago, was visiting her sunt, Mrs. Pheobe Tims, Monday. A number of our people attended the Union meeting Sunday at Garland. The Honeyville Boy Scouts and the Plymouth scouts played basket ball, Monday evening. The Plymouth scouts winning the game. DEVOTED Mrs. Once "Was your first husband devoted to you?" Mrs. Twice "He surely was. Why on the coldest winter's night he would think nothing of getting up from his warm bed and lying down besides the crack under the door to protect me , ' from draughts.' : Season For Paint and Wall Finishes or -D- ELESCO-- Spring and paint season is approaching. largest stock of Paint and Wall finish , High-Proo- We have the f Quality second to none. Price always reasonable, . able. Some special and unseasonable goods sold at greatly reduced prices. Remember the Winchester Brand of Steel Goods have never been excelled. t I Farmers Cash Union PHONE ORDERS TO NUMBER 35 Tremonton. Utah iiimii' ii mum (To Be Continued) Plymouth Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Archibald, have been spending a few weeks in Salt Lake City where Mrs. Archibald has been taking treatment at the L. D. S. hospital, returned home Sunday night. Mrs. Archibald is very much improved at this writing. Gilbert Pierson and wife left for who Salt Lake City Tuesday where they intend to stay a few days. Orland Hess, son of Ervin Hess, who was injured in a game of ball at the high school last week, is on the improve and is around again. The school teachers here are busy with the school children getting ready for the big Vaudeville show they expect to put on the last of this month. Parley Archibald of Tremonton, was in town Monday and Wednesday, on business. Joseph Archibald has excepted a position at the Airport here for the summer. Mrs. Elizabeth Clark, who has been spending the winter at Ridgedale, Idaho, returned here Tuesday, to look after her affairs here. Jesse Mason, who has been staying with his grand parents, this winter, left here for Idaho, to visit with his parents and relatives. D. R. Lamb and sons are busy plowing a nice tract of new land west of town, getting it ready for spring grain. 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