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Show ~hursday, April 16, 1931 THE MIDVALE JOUR NAL ............. ............. ............. ............. ............. ............. ............. ............ ............. ............ ............. .. ............. ............. • :• •• •• ••• •• ••• •• ••• • •• ~ Th e ............. ............. ......... • :• •• SE A L D T U N K Bu He nry · Kit che ll We bster -•• • i • • •:• Copyright by The Bobba-114er rlll Co. •• WNU Service : • • r••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••,••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• •••••••••••••••••••••••••• •••••••••••••••••••••••••• ••••••••••••• •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••= .. CHAPT ER X- Continu ed - voice swept over ber and, even before she consciousl y recognized It or took any meaning from what it said, all but paralyzed her with chlldish terror. ". . . Very well. But I warn you, you are making a serious mlstalw. I shall find her !n spite of you, and if necessary, In spite of herself_ She Is a minor and I am her guardian -in effect, at any rate. Her Interests are In my hands and I shall protect them." It was six years since she had heard those heavy menacing tones. It was her uncle, William Royce--th e ogre I She Hed now, as a child would, running blindly down one corridor, up another, turning corners at random. There must be a stairway somewher e. She was just getting over this panic and beginning to try to feel ashamed of It when It was renewed by the eound of heavy and, to her ears, ogreIsh footsteps coming briskly along the transverse corner which she was approaching . She was passing, at the Instant. a door which stood ajar. Instinct!Yely sbe pushet.l It open and stepped Into the room It gave upon. The room was dark, but she perceived at once it wasn't empty, since a woman's silhouette was visible against one of the windows. 'rhe woman hadn't heard her come in since shE' neither spoke nor movE-d. But the footsteps which had frightened Rhoda were oow just outside the - door and pausing there. The man was coming in too. She wasn't cornered yet, hO\Ye,·er, for another door commvnic ating with the adjoining room stood opE'n too. and she retreated through h just before the man switched on the light. The next moment she heard Max Lewis demandin g angrily, "What the devil are you doing here?" He hadn't seen her, though; he was speaking to the woman. -10It didn't startle :r.fax, for he anewered readily enough, ''No, I just happened to run across her there." "So you helped her buy her ticket and chE>ck her trunk and then you saw her ofr on the train. And now you've beard my trunk has been stolen you think that must be the one you checked?" "Well, It seems kind of queer, her going oil' to New York like that withcut letting you know anything about lt. You said you'd lost some money, didn't you? She's got that, too, if you ask me. She certainly talked as if she bad plenty. She told me she was t a king her vacation late so that the big burg would be running full time when she got there." Involunta rlly Rhoda started at that. B abe had been talking a bout that sort ()f vacation ever since she and Rhoda b ad begun living together. She'd used that very phrase. Max couldn't have made it up. He ha d met Babe at the station then and she had made him think she was going to New York. Why? Why had she gone to the stat ion? Why, for that matter, had l\1ax gone there himself? Had he meant to go to New York on that train? With her three hundred dollars and her trunk? Well, how about Claire? Where did t~he come in? Or didn't she come in? Bad he ditched Claire, or tried to? 'Was that what the telephone message had been about? Never mind that now. Whatever Max had tried to do be'd failed. Rhoda remember ed how he'd looked when he came into the room. "I wish you'd tell me," she said, looking at him in as childlike a manner as she could manage, "what the terrible thing was that Babe did to yon." " Never mind about that!" he growled CH APT ER XI . at her. "-Get oft' i~! It's no business ()f yours_ You've got enough to worry T o the Rescue a bout with what she did to you." Babe and Martin stood staring at "I don' t think," she told him cheereach other across a dead telephone. t ully, "that I've anything to worry "What do you suppose made her about at all. I think she's got my voice sound so funny?" Babe asked. t r unk back. You see I was talking to "Sure It was hers, are you?" he shot her on the telephone just now, w_hen at her. J'Oll came in here." "Oh," cried Babe disgustedl y, "don't This pro,•ed one dart too many and I know Red's voice? Look here, have be came for her; not blindly, either. you really got anything on your mind, He seized her arm with a wrench that or are you just generally cuckoo-made her want to cry out, and jerked about her, I mean?" her to her feet. "I've got that Cleveland w.oman on "Get out of here!" he sald. "rll my mind," be answered, "and a man make It worth your whlle to tallr to named C. J. Forster, who wants to get me some other time, If you get out hold of her pretty badly, and I don't no before my uncle finds ~·ou here." know whY.. He's been advertisin g for For an Instant she stared up at him her and somehow or other ha:s manbl anklY. the realization breaking over aged to find her." her that be didn't know she"d already Bab~ asked, rather tensely, how be seE>n his uncle; that he thought sbe knew. Wafo voluntaril y waiting for him. "All "It was Forster," he told her, "who ri~'ht," she said, "I'll go. But you'll brought you two down to work this h ave to show me the wny out." moming In his limousine. Where did He didn't altogether release her. but he pick you up? Just as you were bls grip on her arm rslaxed as he leaving the building here 7'' s tarted leading her toward the door Sbe answered with a nod. "I guess she had come in by. Half-way to It it's my fault, !f anything's happene<l ,'' they were halted by Conley's voice. she said, pretty humbly for Babe- " I H e had come In by one of the smaller !mow how be found her, all right. (loors. You see, I answered his ad myself. Conley came up to them briskly. He telephoned one In, the morning ..Let the girl alone," he continued . after Max bad brought me home. Max .. She's no affair of yours. l\Ir. Forster had asked me that night If her real w ants h f." I" to wait' here. " ' wasn't Rhoda .McFarlan d. I name Now Max did let go her arm, but It took the ad over the phone and got wasn't in obedience to Conley's order. Forster's name and address. I'd tried "Lay off It," he said. "You aren't In to get Red to answer It the night heon this. This young lady's a friend of fore but she wouldn't. It said 'somemine and now she's talked to me she thing to her atlvantage ' and I thoug1"11: (loPsn't want to see C. J." It probably was. So I called him up Conley agreed with a grin, "I gness at lunch time at the Worceste~ and she doesn't. But she don't lE>ave this told him If he'd write her a letter, room urttil the boss comes back." care of me, I'd forward 1t t<!l her. I Glancing up at l\Iax, Rhoda could didn't see how that gave her away, but see that that word, "back" troubled It must have, somehow. I suppose him, though he badn't yet made out you'd like to beat me bp for butting t he lmpl!catio n in it. in like that.'' Rhoda started for the door, and she He patted her ~boulder Instead. kept on going, though Conley barked "It's no use worrying about that now," at her, "Come back here, you !" She he said. "I'm glad you told me. It's was aware that Max interposed to between him and the Cleveland womcheck Conley's rush for her. The last an, then. They are fighting each other, thing she heard before she closed the that's one good thing. But one of door after her was the thud of a heavy them haw; got her, somehow. If that b low , and she Inferred from the fact had been a plain broken connection t hat she wasn't immediate ly pursued she'd have called again. . " a nd dragged back, that the recipient The telephone bell interrupte d him. of it must have been Conley. Babe was nearer and caught up the She walked-I t 11eemed safer some- instrumE-n t before he could get to it. bow than breakJn;; Into a run-down "Red!" she cried, "Is that you?'' the broad co rrld~r and around the corBut it wasn't Rhoda. Babe wall ner, retracing her way In, although It looking rather puzzled. "No," Martin was a stairway she 1\oped to find beard her say. "She hasn't come back rather than the elevator. However, by yet. We're expecting her. . . ., This a lqwst unbelieva ble good luck, she Is her friend, Babe Jennings. -Say, fouifd the elevator there waiting for who is this?" h er, with both Its own door and the Martin sta1·ted over to take the teleouter guard gate standing wide open. phone away from her, but she clung There was no attendant there_ It to It pressing the mouthpiec e tight w~ ., one of tho~e mysteriou s little ele- against her chest. va s you were suj_)p'Osed to run your"Martin !" she cried excitedly, "I self. She swiftly serutinize d the little tt.ink it's the woman at the stationr ow of push buttons, and pressed the the Cleveland woman ! Listen and see ~me marked "Down." There was a if she sounds like she did when you tai nt, protesting buzz, but nothing telephoned to her this afternoon ." ha ppened_ In less desperate haste she He'd been motioning at her franticalm igh t have reflected that an auto- ly to take the transmitte r away. "She m atic ele•ator which could descend lts can hear every word you say when 11ha ft wMie lts g uard gate stood open you hold It llke that. Talk to her! woul d be a veri tab le death-t r ap, but Ask her where she is. Give me the on the verge of panic as she was, she receiver so I can hear what she says.'' couldn't th ink a t all. Bu t a ll he was In time to hear was Then she beard a door open some- t he click of disconnec tion. Claire had whete and stepped back Into the cor· bung up on them. ridor, poise d for fl ight but not knowing " Well," Marti n remarked a s he himwhiclt way to flee. A big, booming self hung up, "thanks to that cheat trick of yours she knows how we framed her and Max this afternoon. But she hasn't got Rhoda or she wouldn't bave cailed up here to a sk for her. Tllat makes the Worcester our best bet. I'm going there now and try to flnd her. Yon stick-tigh t, you understan d-to that telephone so that you can answer the second she calls, If she does call again." n·ith that he snatched his hat and Hed. Fifteen minutes later. In a telephone hooth in the lobby of ,the Worce.;teF hotel, he looked up Forster"s number and telephone d from there. \Vhen a man's voice answered with a "Hello? Who is this?" be said that he was a reporter from the News and he wantec1 a personal interview with l\Ir. C. J. Forster. The rather surprising answer came back, ''This Is l\Ir. Forster spe.aking. What was It you wanted to speak to me about?" Apart from the fact that you wouldn't have expected Forster to answer his own phone, t11ere were twp queer things about this. The rhythm "I don't know anythln.Jr a bou t any girl that's disappear ed," protested the boy. "Say, who are you?" "I'm the reporter Conley's expecting In about fifteen minutes. Didn't you see 11. girl-a red-haired girl? Didn't yon answer some questions of hers or take her somewher e?" ''Sure!" said the boy. •'Forster was expecting her. I took her up to the top floor, to the private elevator. Conley ran her up from there." "How ao you know Forster ex~ pected her?" Martin asked. ' "Because we ran her right up the minute she gave her name. Miss White, it was. She didn't know Forster owned the hotel and she seemed sort of scared when she found she was going up to that bungalow ot his on the roof. Conley came down in the private elevator to take her up." "What time was this?" Babies, bottle-fed or breast-fed , "I o:lon't know," said the boy. "This with any tendency to be constipate d, afternoon some time. Say, do you think would thrive if they received daily they're keeping her up there?" half a teaspoonf ul of this old family Martin nodded. He hadn't thought doctor's prescriptio n for the r_..owelS. so until a moment ago. But a bungaThat is one sure way to train tiny low on the roof offered opportuni ties. bowels to healthy regularity . To avoid the fretfulness , vomit<ng, "I'm g-oing up to see if she's there, crying, failure to gain, and other ills anyhow.'' of constipate d babies. "How you going to get in?" the boy Dr. Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin is wanteo.l to know. "The private elegood for any baby. For this, you hOIJe vator's locked up except when they the word of a {amous dodor. Forty• run it themselve s. The only stairseven years o practice taught him except the service stair-com es down just. what babies need to keep tb.eir little bowels active, regular; keep Into Forster's office on the top floor. little bodies plump and healthy. For 'l.'hat's all locked up now." Dr. Caldwell specialized in the treat"How about the fire escape?" Mar• ment of. women and little ones. He tin asked. attended over 3500 births without The boy's face lighted at this sug· loss of one mother or baby. gestion, but chiefly, Martin was disappointed to discover, in admiratio n DR. w. 8. C,o.LDWEL L'S of the reporter's nerve In contempla ting lt. "There's a fire escape landing Olltside the window right at the end A Doctors Fami{y Laxative of the corridoi"" on the top floor. And there's a steel lado:ler goes up from there that curves over the sort of Anthropo logical Study stone railing at the edge of the main The organizati on known as the Laroof. That ladder must be pretty boratory of Anthropol ogy is to be esscary, climbing right up over the edge tablished in Santa Fe, N. M. Ulof nothing.'' timately it is expected to be the most It may be confessed that It struck important center in the country for· Martin that way. But all he said was the co-ordinat ion of the study of that it looked like the best bet. He archeolog ical remains of the Southshook hands with the boy and walked west_ It will be under the direction away, with the best air of unconcern of Mr .. Jesse L. Nusbaum, one of the he could assume, to the elevators. country's leading archeolog ists. "As far as you go," he said in reAmong the directors are Dr. Clark sponse to an Inquiring glance from the Wissler, Dr. Frederick W. Hodge, Dr. elevator boy. He hoped the phrase Alfred V. Kidder, Prof. Franz Boas, would conceal his ignorance of the Prof. Byron Cumming s and Dr. Edactual number of the top floor, and it gar L. Hewitt. The site has been did. He perceived, though, that even selected and Mr. John Gaw l\leeiii of the briefest hesitation on his part Santa Fe is the architect. The when he stepped out ot the· elevator project has the backing of Mr. John at the top would be fatal to his plan_ D. Rockefell er, Jr. The boy would ask him whose room be was looking for. He must choose in To keep clean and healthy take Dr. advance which way to turn_ Very Pierce's Pleasant Pellets. They regulate well, he'd turn to the right. .iver, bowels and stomach.-A dv. It seemed at first that he had made Avoid Contraab a disastrous ly bad guess, for he found hlmselt walking straight toward a Q-What color is best for a bride? A-Matte r of taste. Better get a transverse partition of glass and oak White one. with a door in the middle of it marked "C. J. Forster." The door was ajar The less work a man does, the and there was a light inside. The elevator hadn't started down. The more he tires other peo1•Ie. boy was certainly watching him. The only thing he could possibly do was to push open the door and walk In and see what happened after that. Nothing happened. A sense that he had no time to waste all but betrayed him Into a mistake. The project that was on the rails of his mind was the one he'd come up in the elevator with, namely to get out the window at the end of the corridor on to the fire es· cape, and he had his hand on the knob when the thought of something II New Extermin ator that else halted him. The helpful bellboy Won't Ifill Livestoc k, Poultry, who had remember ed Rhoda had Dogs, Cata, or e11en Baby Chick• spoken of a stairway leading from the K-R-0 can be ,..,.4 about the home. barn or poultry yard with absolute safety as it contain& Ill office up into Forster's apartment . Be deadly poison. K-R-0 Ia made ofSquill. ae recorn· turned IJack at once and started mended by U.S.Dept. ofAgricultu re.oven-drle d und~rthe Connablepr ocesswbdch insures znazthrough the suite of offices looking Jmum strength;. Used by County Agents In most for it . rat·killi-ng eampafgns. Money-Back Guaralltee. Insist upon K-R-O,theo rlginaiSquil !extermlnWhen he saw it going boldly up ator.All druggists, ?Sc,$1.25, $2.00. Direct if dealer from the second room he ente·ed- . cannot supply yo.,. K-R-OCo~Sprlngfield,Ohlc evidently the stenograp hers' -room, since there were four typewrite r desks in it-his first thought was that this was too easy to be true. It wasn't KILLS• RATS•O NLY as easy as it looked, however, for he found at the head of It a solid rna• hogany door locked. . It would take a competen t burglar with a full set of tools to get in through that door, CB.ISII-ION & NICHOLS he thought despairing ly. ASSAY ERS AND CHEMIS TS hat on his bead and a brown over· coat on his back and a little leather notebook In his hand, and recognized him. He was the man who had come to the studio last night, getting namHS for the new city directory. And this ldeutiflcat lon led on so quickly to another that it was like firing the second barrel of a shotgun. This was the man whose voice he had just now been trying to remember , the man on the telephonE>• who had been pretendin g he was Forster. • It seemed a reasonabl e guess that the Instructio ns Blue SE>rge was g!Y· ing the captain were that any reporter or other inquisitive person asking questions about C. J. Forster or tryIng to get through to him was to be dealt with in a special manner. Satisfied that the captain understoo d these instructio ns, whatever they were, Blue Serge !Pft him and crossed the lobby to the desk. Here his business was not with the clerk but with the manager, who promptly came out of his little private office to talk with bim. The manager was taking orders, too, with an alertness which showed he recognized their importanc e. Leaving the desk and a completel y instmcted manager behind it, the man In the blue serge suit now started across the lobby in a new direction ; one that would bring him, unless he veE>red off, uncomfort ably close to Martin's chair. But before this embarrassment became acute he was diverted by one of the bellboys who crossed .his path. The boy seemed perfectly unaware of him, but Blue Serge, after a sharp look, turned on his heel and went back to the desk, summoned the manager again, brought him out Into the lobby a !Htle way, and nodded after the boy. 'l.'llen he welilt oil' and disappear ed into an elevator. The manager, returning to his office, paused for a word to the bell captain. The bell captain spoke to the boy Blue Serge had pointed out. The boy, with a look of surprise, went into the manager's office to come out again a minute or two later flushed, indignant, and, withal, profoundl y puzzled. Some. thing had happened to him that he seemed utterly at a loss to account for; dlsclpline, evidently, that he felt to be undeserve d. He was coming along slowly In Martin's direction. His Gaze Was Questing About tho That was luck. Lobby. But it wasn't until the boy was In of his talk wasn't right. The man the act of passing his chair that the wasn't speaking for himself. He was significan ce of the little play clicked being prompted. This meant, of Into a pattern in the reporter's mind. course, that he wasn't Forster but was That boy had seen something . He impersona ting him under ordnrs from possessed. probably without suspecting some one else. The other strange It, some piece of damaging informathing was that his voice waS! one that tion, and they'd taken measures to prel\lartin half recognize d; fel\, at least, vent his giving that Informatio n away. that he ought to be able ttJ t·ecognize. Martin rose from his chair just "I don't much want to talk about it when his doing so Intercepte d the over the telephone, " l\fartin said, and boy's progress toward the door. then added casually- "and I don't "I guess you're looking for me," he believe you do, either." saidEvidently tbey-w!J.: Jever they were The boy stopped In surprise and anat the other end-had to go into con- swered, "I'm not looking for anybody, ference over this remark, for It pro- that I know of. What made you think duced quite a silence. Finally the I was looking for you?" man who said he was Forster asked, Martin took the plunge. "If they "\Vbo are you"!' What's your name?" just laid you off," he said, "I think I On Martin's telling hlm he said: "If can tell you why they did. Who's the you've really got anything to say you hatchet-fa ced man in the blue serge can have your interview. But you'll suit who works for Forster? He have to tell me what it's about." pointed you out to the manager just ''It's about," said Martin, "the dis- now.,. appe&ranc e of l\fiss Rhoda McFarlan d. "Do you mean Conley? I haven't Do I get my Interview? " done anything to him. Say, who are There was a long silence at that. you? How do you know they laid Evidently they were having an argu- me otr?" ment about it. "Conley's expecting a - reporter "Nothing doing," the voice said at around here In a few minutes, a relast. "I don't know that she's disap- portP.r from the Daily News who's peared. I don't know that there's t.ryln,g to find out about the dlsappearany such person." •.nce of a girl. Be had you laid oil' "You don"t want to say, theJJ. why because he thought you knew someyou've been advertisin g for her?" thing about her." (TO BE CONTINUE D.) The only answer he got to that question was a click which meant that the other receiver had been slammed down on the book. So Martin hung up, too, and left the booth. The first thing to find out was the number of Forster's apartment , and In a recent popular article, similar the gray of winter; but they are of course, the obvious way would be to others which have appeared In pop- cheered as much by the green land· to walk up to the desk and ask the ular or pseudo-sci entific journals, we scape of Maryland as by the yellows clerk. But Instinctive ly he shied at are told that green and blue-green are and browns of California_ Purple that. Forster was no ordinary tran- quieting, blue sobering, purple repres- grapes and green watermelo ns are as sient guest here. A man as rich as sing, yellow c~eering, ;ed and orange appetizing as are yellow apricots, red he was, 'and permanen tly domiciled exciting or sbmulat!n g. It happens, cherries, or oranges, and If the sea here, would have special defenses. however, that this sort of systematiz a- were persistent ly yellow it would have You wouldn't be able to mention his tion is mostly what might be called the same emotional eft'ect It has now. name without starting something . The boloney, with just enough basis of fact -Knight Dunlap· ln the American better way would be to drift Into to make it seem sensible to the lay- Mercury. casual talk with somebody , a bell hop man. or the girl who sold theater tickets, The suppositio n "that red is gen"Tall" 'Fi&h Story lead up to his question and ask It idly. erally exciting (based entirely on asA record kept by '.rhomas Boosey, But it wasn't so easy as it looked, sociation) runs contrary to the affects of England, In 1834, tells of a fish to frame that question so It would of roses and many other flowers, not t11at lived to be fifty-three years old, sound casual. And If be failed, if his to mention the sunset. Red cloths exthe Golden Book magazine reveals. question roused suspicion, he'd be cite the bull, but black cloths are just "lV. Hossop of Bond Hall, Furness," worse off than If he'd gone straight to as efficacious , for to the bull red the record says, "placed a small felt· the clerk In the first place. actually looks black. The convenback trout, about 53 years ago, when Hls gaze was questing about the tional red signal checks the motorist a boy, into ,._ well In t.h• orchard belobby, noting everything that every- and green stimulates him to go. The longing to !lis family. wnere it rebody did, studying faces in the hope of reverse system would work just as mained ev"?r since until last week. finding one dull and friendly and un- well, if it were conventio nal. Then it di.':!d, not tl:!rough sickness or suspicious enough to suit his purpose. Under the deep blue sky of summer infit•mity, but for want of Its natural The man who had just come down people are stimulated more than by element, water, the severe arouth dry· ln one of the elevators and now stood lng up the spring that supplied the talking to the captain hadn't a face well. The trout's lips and gills were like that; very much the contrary, in Depth Finders Speed Shipa perfectly white. He regularly came fact, bleak and rocky as a chunk or In the process of speeding up navi- to be ted b:r his master's hand wnen the great Amer ican desert and be gation the sonic depth finders are called l:>y hls name of Ned.'' talked as if he were biting off the leaders, according to the Associated heads of flnlshing nails. Press. The-y give a ship In very deep lnaide Work? Martin stared at him, regat"dless of water ~n a tew seconds a depth readA Pittsburg man found his wife's t hu clsk of ca tchi ng his eye, ,.ntJl, in Ing that by the old soundin~r line ring in hte trousers pocket, but nothhis own mind's eye, he ll lld put a derbr methoel ~1•Jrlld hour &. lnr else--J'oh nson Pioneer. ***************************************************** Colors Not Impor tant in Emoti onal Effect s How to train BABY'S BO WE LS SYRUP PEPSIN ltiU Rat s With out Poiso n rc~a~o Salt Lake City Directory Omce a,nd Laboratory 229-231 S. West Temple et.. Salt La,ke City. Utah. P. 0. Box 1666. )!allfng envelopes and prices furnished on request. Cullen Hotel ,J. JL Yo11Jl3", tlfauager Meet Your Old Friends at the Cullen Cafe and Cafeteria 81 W. IDd So. St, Salt Lake ()iQ-. Utah. CULLEN GARAGE 37% West 2nd So. 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