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Show BEAE RIVER VALLEY LEADER, Page Six- - Over But the HAll Richara " AN Lif3 THE 8T0BT THUS FAR: Lt Andy Blike, kiiicned to Operations, w$ a tree ably surprised by the arrival of bii wife, Arab, who announced aba had tafcea a Job la Waihinrtoa with Ordaaaee, to aid to the war effort. They left to cfflea to room for Arab. Arab told took lor too Andy that thoughtless people talked mnch about their war work and plans. While on the boa, ibe decided to walk around and take down in shorthand the various war conversation! the overheard. While in the act, she was spotted, and the word "SPT," first a whisper, developed into an angry cry. Andy pulled the stop cord in order that they could Arab started running both Jump off. with Andy fast after ber. I KIN ... Counter-intelligenc- e, bee-youtif-ul There was only one word needed. A small, hissing word. My eardrums ached as I waited for lt Then it came. "Spy." It broke the Ice jam In my blood. tinMy legs and arms came alive, forward started I wrestling gling. through the crowd. White faces turned. Eyes stared blankly. They didn't want to let anybody through. They were already Jamming toward the front of the bus. Moving forward under the sting of one word. It had started In the back of the bus and was working forward like slow poison. "Spy . . . Spy." They let me move grudgingly. It wasn't for me that they moved aside, though. They moved a little for the gleam of shoulder bars and eagle buttons and the on my cap. I got to the exit at the middle of the bus. That was the limit. Beyond that point the jam was solid. I yelled at the nearest people and they didn't even turn. They shoved back blindly, not looking around, when I tried to drive through. I grabbed the handrail on each side of the exit and hoisted myself up. I caught a flash of Arab's pale face. She was jammed against the front entrance. The people right around her didn't know yet what was happening. They had turned to push back resentfully at the mob. But Arab knew. She was clawing at the tight folds of the door. spy spy spy "Spy wide-winge- It ... ... d ... The word was striking at her "ke a snake I yelled at people to stop it, but not a back turned. It would n take a cops to halt them now. I put all my lung power into a yelL "Arab! When the door opens, half-doze- mn!" Then I grabbed the cord and hung on it. Ordinarily the driver woujd have waited until the aext loading station . . . and that might have been too late, for Arab. But he must have known something was wrong, without quite knowing what. As I hung on the cord, praying, the bus suddenly swung to the turb and halted. 1 Jumped on the step which automatically opens the center doors. They flapped back. I leaped out, kidded once, and swung toward the ftrwat entrance. The front doors folded back and Arab slipped out while I was still three strides away. "Run!" I yelled. She Jumped to the sidewalk and I faked a dive at her and clipped the first two men who spilled out after Iter. My nose left a rut in the street. ut it seemed worth while. It gave Arab a few seconds' start into the blackness of a private driveway. I scrambled to my feet and followed. Fifty yard3 up the curving drive of the big estate I saw a white blur When Arab runs she doesn't flap her feet the way most girls do, like a hen trying out clipped wings. I pounded up the drive well in advance of the others. But was ,ieally ahead of the rest? Once or twice the white blur of Arab's rain eoat seemed to be blacked out by another figure. Arab flashed past window of the a lighted ground-floobis house, and a moment later I thought I saw a shadow flick across the same light. A shadow as squat as a tub. It was nonsense, of course. My imagination was pulling things ut of hats. Tubs can't move that last. Then, in a split second, my foot hit something and a fuse blew in my Head and I plunged flown into ringing blackness. I opened my eyes and peered up at a lighted room. A circle of faces Hung above me like a Halloween stop-sign- r group bobbing for apples. "How do you feel. Lieutenant?" somebody asked. Swell," I said. 'Is there an undertaker in the house?" "Oh, Andy," a familiar voice obbed. "I thought you were dead." "What made you change your mind?" I said peevishly. "What" I ; broke off suddenly and stared around at the circle. Here was Arab with a half dozen of the people who had been ready to get rough d wish her not long ago. "What to the girl?" I asked. "The girl in the white raincoat and the black felt hat?" Arab asked In a clear voice. "She got away." "We called the police," somebody added "They'll get her." "If they do get her," I growled, "I'll be happy to testify for the prosecution. What happened to me?" A man said, "You tripped over something, Lieutenant. Your head hit the stump of a tree. We found you crumpled right up against the stump, and carried you Into the hap-.rjpne- v$use here." d knock-knee- thirty-calibe- i mi "That isn't like you, Butch. You know we'll be finding an apartment and leaving her flat." We had dinner downtown, and Arab mentioned that she hadn't recovered her white raincoat and hat after dropping them last night. We drove to the scene of the chase and spent half an hour poking through the shrubbery with a flashlight. It was no use. Either Arab had forgotten where she dropped the articles or somebody had walked off with them. I switched on the overhead light and drove on slowly and listened to Arab deciphering her shorthand. She had filled half a dozen pages. Some of the quotes started out as If they might be important but then turned into meaningless chatter about how the supervisor said this and Edith snapped right back at her. There were perhaps four remarks of the loose-tal- k type, but they weren't dangerous to, anybody except a few thousand guys who were off fighting Germans and Japs, or getting ready to. There wasn't a remark which might have made Arab dangerous to somebody on the bus. I saw a white blur. "Did you find anything in that?" blue eyes, nicely cut she asked, closing the notebook. weight one-tecameo features, age twenty-thre- e "You missed it" I complained. tf . "It must have been said while you were listening and you missed lt." Somebody whistled softly. "Are you sure of all this?" a civil"We can't do anything about it, ian asked. can we, Andy?" "Let me think a minute," I said. "Yes, sir." Somebody else said, "Nope, too An idea was fluttering in my head. good to be true. They don't come It would brush the edge of my like that The last female spy I thoughts like a moth and then van saw had hair like a broomstick and ish. I didn't know what the idea must have topped Athlet- was but I knew I needed it. Badly, ic girL Went in for weight-lifting"We're here," Arab announced sud Colonel Parker said nervously, denly, and I pulled over to the curb "Blake, you don't happen to know and got my first look at the house this girl's name, do you?" on Q Street. I sandwiched a gulp between a It was in a rather desolate sec tion quite a distance beyond George' yes-si- r. "What Is it?" town. Only two other houses were I closed my eyes and said, "Mrs. in the section. Arab's place was Arabella Reynolds Blake." There planted on several acres of unkempt was silence for a few moments. It grounds. It had been built maybe was so quiet you could have heard thirty years ago by someone who a lieutenant drop, if I hadn't been had hoped it would look like an env man lying down already. bassy. It was a three-stor- y 'Tell it your own way," my chief sard-roo- f type, with a tiny porte muttered. cochere and a couple of pillars. The My own way would have been by pillars were oversize for the house, e telephone, but I went They stuck out like buck teeth. "What a comedown," I said. ahead, anyway. After I finished, one officer said, "Well, cross that "Hmmm?" one off the books as a wasted eve"This house. It starts off thirty ning." years ago In the society columns After he left I decided that things and ends up in the rooms-for-reweren't so bad. They couldn't real- section. You said you saw it adverly put a black mark on my 201 file tised today, didn't you?" In the Washington in the Adjutant General's Office for "Oh, yes. the night's work. And Arab ought Post" to be grateful. After alL I had The mothlike idea fluttered back helped her out of a nasty spot In into my head, and settled down. I the bus. asked in a carefully restrained tone, Arab phoned that she would bring "What's the number of this place?" ninety-seve- n the car out for me whenever I was "Fifty-seve- n Q Street ready to leave, and I said not to Northwest" I got out a cigarette and struck a worry because the Army nurses were very lovely. After that Arab match. My hand trembled so that called every hour and the hospital the match went out I tried to strike authorities got tired of lt and decid- another and merely crumpled it. ed in the late afternoon that I could "You're awfully nervous," Arab be returned to duty. said. Arab got out to the hospital with"I read tiie Post this morning, out delay, and I coaxed the prettiest too." nurse to escort me to the door and "Did you? But what's that got to even let me lean weakly on her. do with- -" This had the proper sobering ef- "I had plenty of time," I said. "I feet on Arab for at least five min- read the rooms sectioa utes. Then, as we drove away, she There wasn't any ad for this house." started fighting the war her ay "I I must have read it In another paper." again. "You're Just bitter," I said, "beI grabbed her shoulders and shook cause nobody consulted you before her and shouted, "You read it in starting the war." your notebook! That thug on the "Why, Andy, do you really think bus dropped a remark that brought I'm going to keep quiet after the you to this house! And you skipped way those people were talking last it when you read me your notes. night on the bus? I'm going to do You utter damned fool are you try. something about it whenever I get ing to get yourself killed?" Mrs. T. R. Ault was an Ogden visitor Thursday. WHEN IN NEED OP Bishop and Mrs. Clarence Fryer ITEMS and son Arnold and daughter; Fire Insurance Joyce were in Ogden Thursday O Automobile their meet to daughter; Coverage evening Public Liability Phyllis who was returning from a vacation in California. Property Damage O Comprehensive Bar-- ) Mrs. week last of Monday bara Frearson visited with her par-- ; O Collision O All types of Surety Bonds ents, Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd Lish and Crop Insurance family. and Fire Hail O Mr. and Mrs. Walter Humph- Medical Auto reys of Logan visited here with O Real Estate Loans relatives. Automobile Loans j Mr. and Mrs. George Smith are the proud parents of a son born Quick and Reliable Service Monday morning at a hospital in BROUGH Brigham City. Mrs. H. A. Lish went to Ogden ' to meet her daughter Mrs. Gloria TREMONTON UTA Bond who has been with her hus has now gone band in the east. He overseas. Mrs. Bond will make her home here with her parents. Sudbury City. Friday night George Vn Lloyd Lish ad his son Kts ramo Ollf uric irpnr lrrr alive when his car ?urned over;came UP "om, aunnysicie, Ut Monday Mr. and li5 several times. The car was destroy- and family moved t Llh andl"0 head ed by fire. He received ear cuts and sprained ankles. He S"nnysrfe Ttol.make ttheir employed in received treatment at the Valley j whfre M mu?e,wl?h .them hPT hospital and is recovering at the and m th home of his parents Mr. and Mrs. adventure. ; Walter Sudbury. Mr. and Mr. Ted hav Nielson A number of our community f attended conference in Salt Lake rented the Lloyd Lish home, THESE daughter, Mrs. Jack Brown from San Francisco. Mr. and Mrs. Lale Campbell and little daughter spent a few days in Salt Lake City last week. Mr. and Mrs. A. R. Burbank are very happy to have their son Kenneth home, He recently return' ed from Tokyo, his wife meeting him in Salt Lake Tuesday. Wednesday evening a social honoring the visiting teachers of Relief Society of our ward was held at the home of Mrs.Mary Marble, sponsored by the Presiden-cy- . Games were played and a most interesting game was bingo. Prizes were awarded to all and the grand prize went to Mrs. Ruth Cannon. A plate luncheon was served at small tables. Halloween decorations were used. Mr. and Mrs. N. Peter Marble visited their daughter and husband Mr. and Mrs. Harold Denier, while they were in Salt Lake City attending the L.D.S. conference. Mrs Thomas Wheatley visited relatives in Hooper last week. Mr. and Mrs. Alvin Norr was in Salt Lake City Friday and Saturday. They visited Mr. and Mrs. Ed Norr and Mr. and Mrs. Edwin Dewey. They also attended the Roundy reunion. Sunday Mrs. Cleo Dixon received a telephone call from her husband who is stationed at Treasure Island, California. Jay Norr, who is in Guam wrote to his parents saying he had met Odell Fryer and they had had a good visit. Jay is on his way to China, but hoped to be in the states sometime between now and Christmas. Darrell Loveland has written his parents under date of Sept. 1, s, ying that he was on a boat going to Japan. Relatives in Deweyville heard radio reports that the 5 th Marine division was in China, and Darrell is with that "Last night in the hospital a full an ambulance is coming "An from Walter Reed," Arab sniffled. colonel said you ought to be Colonel Parker came in first, spanked." She murmured, "I do love you shook my hand, and said, "Glad you came through all right, Elake. terribly, Andy, and I'm ever so Got to ask you some questions. grateful to you for last night and These gentlemen" he sketched an I'll be quiet from now on and not introduction "need information. get us into any more trouble." "I hope so." Know you need rest, but this can't "I've already been quiet since last wait. Feel up to it?" "Yes, sir," I said faintly. It ap- night and that's a whole twenty-fou- r hours." peared that I was entertaining the "What have you been doing?" Federal Bureau of Investigation, the Military "Finding a room." "Swell. Let's hear about It" District of Washington, the Provost "It's out on Northwest Q Street Marshal General's Office, and other a big old house with lots of in "Yes, organizations. sir," I said, "but first I ought to tell space around it About sixteen girls live in it and it's owned by a you " refugee Frenchwoman and "Save your strength, Blake. Let some of the girls are the cutest them ask the questions first." Another colonel grumbled. "Can't things and I ust know they're all make head or tail of the stories of going to make passes at you and" "Whoa," I said. "You're peddling the people on the bus. One says she was short, another has her near- this too hard. Now tell me what it ly six feet tall. She has red, bru- is I'm not going to like about the nette, and platinum-blond- e hair, is place." "Well, it's really a very little has beautiful legs . . . thing." see we're what you up against." r 'I'll bet So are "Sir," I groaned, "it's a long bullets." " She story. . "It's just that Mrs. Fielding she "Let's have a description." an American won't rent married I let wish me at go "Sir, you'd rooms to married women. That is, this my own way. She" not married women who are work"Blake!" I babbled. "She has blonde hair, ing at it. She said that the first She says married women shoulder-lengtheight five feet sev- thing. en and one half with high heels, who really love their husbands are always either moping around and depressing her or else rushing off in a few months to wherever their husbands are and there she is with the trouble of finding the right girl for room again. So because I'm the w ' ariimr t signed up with civil service under my maiden name of Arabella Reynolds she sort of got the idea that I'm not married and let me have the room." j j i j j ; j JAMES REALTOR t?t i t - I PEACETIME J at b v en WOf Prepare Yourself Hoi at Ogden's Beauty School Ex-cel'C- t. is What will you be doing six months or a year from now? 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