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Show , THE BULLETIN, BINGHAM, UTAH J Ju ISABEL WAIT1V - Tr5?sSsS THE STOR. SO FAR: iaa, ,,, ho It telling the story, receives aa nonymous If tier enclosing SSI and aik-at- s her to bid for an abandoned church to be auctioned the next day. Judy bids for the church and (eti It. only to Bnd, tn as old chest, the body ot a mas Identl-Be- d ai Roddy Lane. The body disap-pear! a few hours later. A ash shed ournt, apparently killing an old man named Brown who Is supposed to havo nved there. when, the anonymous letter Utappears, Judy teUa Victor Quade. While eiplorlni the "Pirate's Mouth" lor clues. Lily Kendall sees something; which frightens her. With Victor, Judy Is looking (or her bag. Now continue with Judy's story. "It's nothing. Just a stitch in my side. Getting old," I tried to laugh. I saw Victor putting my pouch in his pocket. Would he think I'd sto-len the ring from that awful hand? "Your key. Here It is. Miss Nor-cross- ." I tossed it to her as she came part way upstairs. "Hugh is waiting for you. You two go along. You, too, Mr. Quade. I'll be all right now. The pain's gone." Let her think what she wanted to; it couldn't be helped. By the time we reached the piazza our guests were ambling toward the bridge. Uncle Wylie had already gone down, my aunt said, scolding because I put off setting the luncheon dishes out. He'd beaten the whole of us, taking the minister's car, as he ex-plained later, when he'd seen a truck skimming along the Neck. Hugh Norcross was helping Mr. Quincy Into another car. Potter's presumably, over near the garage. De Witt already nad a front seat. "Wait for us," Victor called, but they didn't. Perhaps they didn't hear him. Anyway, they were start-ed before we were down the walk. "Why don't you go back, Judy?" "No, no. You don't think? I've got to know. You couldn't believe I'd touch" "Of course not, my dear girL Some friend has not only made a I fife , CHAPTER XII I'd thought it a wad cry coming from the sea. Victor heard it. too. "Just a gulL probably. They sound like that" He was halfway up the stairs. "Come on, Judy." I saw him hesitate, run a little way back and inspect the waters around the bluff; then. Just when I was wondering if he were going to go down into the Pirate's Mouth after whatever was there, he came back and made for the inn, two steps at a time. I could hardly keep up with him. "Only a gull," he reiterated. "No-body's been down there, evidently." Our guests had scattered. I could see Bessie Norcross' white coat dis-appearing into the house, with some man holding the door for her. Hugh, no doubt The others were out of sight save the minister. He had stopped by' the Ore ruins and was waving something at us. "Lily Kendall thinks you about" Victor was way ahead of me. By the time I caught up with him all thoughts of what Lily had hinted were driven out of my mind. The minister was waving a much-wor- n brown hand-bag. "There's your bag, Judy!" Victor called. "Where did you find it, Mr. DeWitt?" "Why, right there." He pointed out a young juniper bush beside the path which ran in back of where the fishhouse had stood. We'd all been on that path Innumerable times and not seen my bag. "Th-than- k you very much." I hunted for Bessie's key. Yes, there it was. Now Ehe could lock her bedroom door and I could give the artist back his key. My coin purse was O. K., too, with a little change in it. Also, I saw at a glance, the lovely compact a girl friend had sent me from Florida. I was torn between going to assist my poor aunt and the desire to see if the money was still in my room. Victor had had plenty of time to get into the storeroom, so I didn't feel afraid. Besides, the wind had blown my hair till it was a sight. I needed a couple of minutes before a mirror. Not mine. I'd only scout a moment and then go into Auntie's room. Hugh stopped me in the hall. "Wait a minute, Judy. I was just going back to the church for you. Do you think it's safe for you to hang around that Quade fellow alone?" He tried to hold me by put-ting his hand over mine on the newel post. I yanked away. I was so mad I forgot he was a guest. "Suppose you attend to your own affairs. And your sister's." The thrust shot home. He stepped back. "I was only considering your safety, Judy. You you know I Bessie and I, like you." "Well, thanks, Hugh. Don't mind me. Here, give your sister her key. Where is she? I'll do it myself." "She's powdering her nose. Then we're going down to the bridge with the gang. Will you come, too?" He was being decent after I'd been pretty rude. "You bet I'm coming. Wait for me, too." "Well, don't be long. Some of 'em have already started. Poor Mr. Quincy is wheeling himself." "Go help him then. Bessie can come with me." I tore up to my room, and after a trembling mo-ment went boldly in. The money was still there. "Sssssh, beat it" came from a crack in the storeroom door. "How can I ever trap anybody with you- -?" - aai w a here. I got some clams to shuck." We got tn. "If you'd only waited for Mr. De Witt" I said, "he could have made them hear way down to Rockvllle." "Didn't you tell him we didn't have a boat?" Hugh and Mr. Quincy asked the same question that was in my mind. "Don't know's I did. Why should I?" Uncle could be so exasperating sometimes. "Got a boat, ain't we, up in the loft of the garage?" ' "Well, for the love of Christmas! why didn't you say so? Drive on!" screamed the minister. "Didn't say so because she she leaks!" Their car made the difficult about face on the narrow road, and I held my breath while Uncle Wylie fol-lowed suit I didn't want to plunge into those swirling waters, danger-ous at any time, despite the peaceful-lo-oking marshland beyond. I was wondering why my uncle hadn't spoken about his boat be-fore. He could repair any leak that ever sprang. I was also beglnaing to wonder if he'd told the truth about the milkman. Nobody else was present It was quite possible Aunt Nella had sicked him on to being Horatio at the Bridge Just to keep the police away a little longer, in the hopes that some of the mys-tery would solve Itself. I said as much to Victor. "He, yes, and his wife, too. can't wish to keep quiet about what's un-der the tarpaulin." Aunt Nella was standing in the doorway waiting for the milk for her chowder. Did she think they could throw it across? "You might have rigged up a breeches buoy!" she accused. There! She'd struck it. If no-body came to the bridge, if the boat couldn't be made seaworthy right away, couldn't we rig a breeches buoy of some sort? But Victor didn't listen to me. He and the men went across to the old barn where the boat was stored in the loft. "I loathe steamed clams." Bessie Norcross grumbled, when she heard my aunt's luncheon alternative. Bes-sie had been cleaning the spot on her coat with some smelly fluid. Now she draped it over the ham-mock to dry. Personally I thought she'd made it much worse, with the encircling yellowish gray rings. I stooped to pick up a couple of Lily Kendall's crystal beads. Love-ly beads, they were; expensive. I hoped she'd saved enough to have them restrung. It was then I real-ized she hadn't been with us on the Neck. I ran up and knocked on her door, but receiving no an-swer, hurried down again. "Where's Miss Kendall?" Bessie shrugged. "Haven't seen her. Been locked in my room. Hughie called to me not to bother about the old bridge, so I've been right here. He thought I'd been overdoing. Look, they're coming back from the garage." "How's the boat? Any good?" They all answered together. I gathered it was unseaworthy. "Hole in her big as a bucket," Mr. Q. shrilled gleefully. "Somebody chopped it on pur-pose." Potter added. "If I find out who In tunket dared to do sech a thing I " Poor Uncle Wylie. He looked like a little mad bantam rooster. Hugh went up and sat beside his sister. "Glad we came by train. Sis. Our car wasn't in that barn. Neither of us had occasion to en-ter it" I saw the clergyman turn so pur-ple I thought he'd have an apoplec-tic stroke, when the artist's Jaw dropped ludicrously. "Open all the time, isn't it?" Vic-tor saved the day. "Sartin. 'Cept when I lock up at night Keep my own old Fordie in there when she hain't in the back yard. You can see her now, with a busted axle, et cetery." "Anybody seen Miss Kendall?" I cut in. "She's not with us and she's not in her room." That' was odd in itself. Lily Ken-dall never missed anything. She was, as Thaddeus Quincy had put it ubiquitous. Well, she wasn't ubiquitous now. She wasn't in sight "Make sure, Judy," Victor said. "Look all around, will you?" His face was clouded with anxiety. He started down the path as if he were quite sure I wouldn't find Lily in the house. "Will you wait?" He nodded. "I'D walk slowly. You call "yes" or no' from the door. I'm going to look at the the ruins oi the fire." Aunt Nella called me to come and help her. Was Miss Kendall with her? I asked. No. nor in the pap lor. Nor ber room. Nor the bath room. Nor the lavatories. I tort out to tell Victor. "Oh, Mr. Quade that cry I You laid it was a gull" "Nonsense. It was a gull." Bui his eyes belled his words. "Nor-cross! Potter! De Witt! You, too, Wylie! Please make it snappy." Vic-to- r was positively running now, with me at bis heels and the rest after us. As I hurried along I was con-scious that the tide must have turned, ani with it the wind, for s refreshing salt breeze changed the air into one of New England's per-fect summer days. It wasn't sultrj any more; I didn't feel so tired de-spite all the racing around I'd dons that terrible morning. (TO BE CONTINUED) "Nobody's been down there evi-dently." tool of you, but now Is trying to im-plicate you further. That's the same ring?" "Looks like it. Not sure of course." Victor's stride increased. "Good grief! Look that first car is com-ing back again!" The car with my uncle in it! And the truck was rapidly disappearing down the long curving Neck. "Won't be long now. Keep mum about the ring, Judy." We hurried along to meet the two cars, which were now stopping mid-way and holding a powwow. "Everything Jake?" Victor shout-ed as we came up. They didn't answer, but kept talk-ing among themselves in puzzled manner. "Everything O. K.?" Victor re-peated. "Dunno." Uncle Wylie, who was leaning against the steering wheel of the minister's car, opened the door for us to get in. "He isn't sure the feller heard him." Hugh said. "Milkman, wasn't it?" "Uh-hu- h. Him. all right," Uncle Wylie said. "Nearly ran the truck over into the gap. I shouted to get the police. 'Been a murderf I yelled. 'We want the police! But he answered sort of queer." "What did he say?" " 'Can't hear you! Wind's agin me too strong! Joke's on you!' " Uncle Wylie scratched his scrag-gy bead, windblown every which way. "Ain't sartin he understood. I yelled 'Murder!' again. 'Order?' he yells back, plain as day. 'count of the land breeze. 'Here 'tis. How'll I git it over?' " "And you told him to get the po-lice?" "Sartin. 'Git the police!' I near-ly split my throat Cupped my hands and hollered." My uncle's eyes twinkled. He didn't often get the center of attention. "Do hurry up. Uncle Wylie. What did he say?" I implored. "Hold your bosses, Judy. Let's get this straight" he said, and my uncle began to chuckle. "'What makes you so consarned polite all of a sudden. Wylie? I'll leave the order right here and you can git it in a boat That'll learn you not to bust any more bridges on the Fourth.' Then he went off laugh-ing" "But surely he'll tell everyone he meets about the bridge," Victor said. "Even If he believes it was a prank." "WiD if he thinks of it" my uncle said, lighting bis old corncob pipe. "Hop in, you folks. Nothin' to o I ran out and elosed my aoor again. --You won't They're all going to the bridge. I- -I only wanted to powder my nose." I opened my bag and took out the powder pouch, pressing the lid. Then I nearly cata-pulted down the stairs. Roddy Lane's square-cu- t diamond gleamed pinkly through the powder. "Oh! oh! oh! oh!" I slumped weakly down on the top step, groan-ing aloud. Victor came out of his hiding place and told me to shush. I handed him the pouch, just as Bes-sie Norcross peeked around the ban-Istcr- s "What's the matter Judy? You sick'" "She's a little faint and no won-der " Victor answered for me. 1 never saw anybody recover himself quickly as Victor Quade. Don t so the plan of the try to show me feel better, M.ss Ja house till you son " be said, solicitously, knowing rail' well Bessie had caught him up there "Shall I call your aunt? of mind enough to I had presence press ny hand against my side. 'TPHIS country likes its champions not only out In front but well in front Not only on top, but high on top. It has become accustomed to a long parade of stars. With so many now in war service, you could get that angle In all the Der-by excitement over Count Fleet. The advance dope that he was another Man O War caught the crowd's atten-tion and stirred things up. rinp,We,r.e fame GrantlandRice to replace such names as Joe Louis, Billy Conn, Joe DiMaggio and Ted Williams. It took a Babe Ruth to lift base-ball out of its rut around 1919 and 1920. One feature concerning the 1943 attendance drop applies partly to the absence of big baseball names at least the biggest names, with Bob Feller, Red Ruffing, Joe DiMaggio, Ted Williams, Johnny Beazley, Ter-r- y Moore and others. So the Derby crowd at least had its advance thrill in waiting to look at a horse that many picked as the best in 20 years. The outside populace just wanted to look at the champ. Over twenty years ago thousands, who had no other interest in racing, came out to see Man O' War. The Long Parade No other nation has ever had such a quantity of skill and color in its top performers John L. Sullivan, Babe Ruth, Jack Dempsey, Bobby Or wJVNl CHAMPION DEMPSEY Jones, Bill Tilden, Ty Cobb, Joe Louis, Man O' War, Walter Hagen, on and on and on. What happened to baseball's get-away? Boxing, basketball and hock-ey have been packing them in all winter and early spring. Racing came along with a heavy blast roar-ing in like a gale. This is easy to explain. With some extra billions of surplus cash floating about betting got a big call. Racing's Thrills Millions of people wanted action and the thrill of the gamble. Racing provides this thrill. Baseball doesn't. In addition to that, practically ev-erything of a morbid nature that could happen to a game struck at baseball Northern training, wreck-ing spring weather, the early mourn-ful thud of the Balata Ball, the ab-sence of stars, all the many mil-lions either wearing uniforms or in some form of war industry. This latter was one of the main wrecking features, since most of these millions are in the fanatical baseball age between 18 and 40. Different starting times must be used to give these crowds a charce for their recreation, in case it hap-pens to be baseball. It Isn't likely that, with so many other sports riding high, baseball is headed for a collapse. But this the-ory can't be taken for granted. Someone must dig up the right med-icine for a cure. Dark Clouds Whatever happens in other lines, one of baseball's darkest clouds comes from the shadow of Yankees, Cardinals and Dodgers. The Yan-kees have a big call on material left to their league. If Johnny Vander Meer is drafted, the Reds must leave the National league race to the Cardinals and Cubs. They may have to, anyway. Three strong clubs can't keep in-terest boiling among the remaining 13 who might be left behind. It isn t possible. Two one-side- d races would be the final blow. 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WNU W 2043 Ila- And Your Strength and Energy Is Below Par It may be eaueed by disorder of kid-B- ey function tbat permita poiaonoua waete to accumulate. For truly many people (eel tired, weak and miserable When the kidneys (ail to remove exceea cids and other waate matter from the blood. Yoa may suffer nagging backache, rheumatic pains, headaches, dizziness, getting np nighte, leg pains, swelling. Sometime frequent ana scanty urina-tion with smarting and burning la an-other sign that something ia wrong with the kidneys or bladder. Then should be no douht that prompt treatment la wieer than neglect. Lee Dean's Pin. It la better to rely on a medicine that has won countrywide then oa something leas favorably known. Doam'i nave been tried and test-ed many years. Are at aU drug storaa. Get Dean's today. have been three mt in the ma-- Prial changes Mr swald ? !! washinaton Senators ' uthotically new guid-- h, ,1943 baseball wars. Cb.ges came to pass league. Bluege be-- in Washington of Bucky Har-- O'Neill succeeded Del .mlt. Harris moved to to the National league us Lobert. .afely v that Ossie to most widely known per to t. to jfthe a don. "N s that : opr!; seball 5 20 . en W1 Pf' Ossie Bluege (jutside jaw artisans and a close Ijends. he is as well-know- n jit Emma. ble n 1 17 years Bluege was a infielder for Washington. mind you, not colorful, nt, nor exciting. When that many years in the the historians usually red enough material to ; sized volume. th the mysterious Ossie. i the record books don't jugh information for a sketch. Aside from the cold statistics, the fact t blue eyes and brown ithii hobbies are "bowl-an- d reading good litera-recor- ds are lifeless t was an exceptionally ;t. The figures show that najor league batting av-:- :, a lifetime fielding av-- An outstanding Kl 1924 world series, he chances on third base f a record. ifflth, president of the y expects Bluege to win but nevertheless, Wash-on- e club in the league lironger than it was in hard hitting outfield, int-o Johnson, former Ath-je- r, may cause quite a bit ijiere and there. t seasons Bucky Harris 4 with screwball importa- - tions from Cuba and raw alumni of such farms as Trenton, Springf-ield, Chattanoo-ga and Charlotte. When Griffith fi-nally decided to spend a bit of money in a Dou-ble A league he (Bth came up with Jimmy Pofahl, isn't known for its power ility. onably this is a good year i of Bluege's talents and ' to break in as a man-dra- ft bdard is much more to him than the front e "tandards of past days rgely forgotten. wis stepped out of the 'ague to handle the Phil-iov- e caused little or no ion. The club finished in 1942, winning 42 games PPlng 109. The prospects up are not too good. But ey have a new deal and !'ing of futility is not so 1 The Phillies lack pitch-- f fielding, hitting and P other things you can ! But if Harris has any f left after eight years fmgton, he may strengthen w some extent. PU1 came back from the I ke over the Detroit Ti-ffing the reign of Dei Ba-!- e moved to Detroit with a F0I1K leadrship record in r He succeeded Walter Pjoss or the Indians in I 5' when he finished I io , he finished fifth, and rt year fourth. Then Fr Vitt and the Indian H is known for his abilty owners, end since this is , good year for hurlers, y "'tag the club up tQ fajr s SHORTS B"n. son of OPA Ad- -' Prentiss M. Brown, is !ia?,the University of ffiiB?aumont last vear. m 7d Texas ,eaue assists and five J' of Fritz Crisler. Michi-- fr Sh0uld be re" IAf n" 811 sPrts COnti"Ue even' not receive a dim. By VIRGINIA VALE Released by Western Newspaper Union. SEVEN years ago the sisters broke up their vaudeville act to follow separate paths.. Now they're back together again, working for Metro. The eldest, Sue, joined the fan mail depart-ment when her army husband was sent far away. The sec-ond, Jimmie, became a script girl. The youngest shot right to the top as an actress. She's Judy Garland, and her latest picture, "Presenting Lily Mars," gives her a chance to use all the talents that have made tier so popular. Harriet Hilliard has to stand for the goings-o- n of Red Skelton'a "Ju-nior" on the air's "Red Skelton and Company" but Just let her own young sons try to cut such capers! e ; i HARRIET HILLIARD Nearly two years ago she dismissed their nurse, and now David, 6V4, and Eric, 2V4, are brought up by Mama. "I think well-raise- d children are the most important things in the world," says she. Tommy Dix, who makes his icreen debut in Metro's "Best Foot Forward," has been signed to a long-ter- m contract. He's the lad who wrote the March of Dimes song for President Roosevelt's birthday party. You'll see the most famous night ipots of the past and present in Columbia's "Cover Girl," which itars Rita Hayworth and features ;he 15 outstanding magazine cover girls of the country. For the Gay Vlnetlcs scenes, Director Lionel Banks has completed models of Reo tor's, Tony Pastor's Muslo Hall and the old Madison Square Roof Gar-le-n. For present-da- y sequences, an exact replica of New York'a Stork Club is being built. The cover girls are all successful New York models. They're learning their ABCs the lard way, those 27 Hollywood young-sters, aged from four to seven, who appear in "Russia" with Robert Taylor. They have to recite the al-phabet, not in English, but in Rus-lia- As some of them don't know t in English yet, that makes, things a bit difficult especially as there are six more letters in the Russian )ne than in the English. W. When Gerard Darrow appears for the "Quiz Kids" broadcasts there's tuspense till the cast learns what livestock he's brought with him. Recently he showed up with a lamster, sent him by a Philadelphia an. A hamster is of the mouse !amily, but lives like a gopher. "I ihould have called him Hitler, I guess," said Gerard, "as long as ae's a European rodent." A dream will come true for Dinah Shore this summer when she sings In the famous Hollywood Bowl dar-ing its summer concert series. She has been successful la other fields f musical endeavor, but she won't be happy until she sings in the Bowl. Barry Wood, radio's singing star, lives on a Connecticut farm where 1,500 chickens are being raised. But aot content with that, he recently bought an old distillery in the neigh-borhood, and is converting it into a some for 5,000 Barred Rocks and Plymouth Rocks. With this promis-ing start, Wood expects before long to be one of the major chicken rais-ers of southern New England. w Amazonian Hope Emerson got a lucky break when Jimmy Durante gave her a nickname the first time they appeared together on the pro-gram he does with Garry Moore rhursdays on NBC. He nicknamed tier "Miss Bongshook" and the next day the phone calls began pouring In, offering her engagements on oth-er shows. She says she used to be a blacksmith, but she doesn't look it ODDS AND END Eddie "Roches-ter" Anderson has a business interest outside of movies and radio; the com-pany he heads makes parachutes . . . They handcuffed George Sanders the other day for a scene in "Appointment in Berlin" and then spent two hours trying to get the handcuffs off . . . It's the wardrobe woman who watches Ann Miller dance most anxiously in "What's Buzzin' Cousin?"; Ann's wearing pre-cious opera-lengt- nylons . ', . Robert Sterling's been elected Cadet Major of his flying class at Thunderbird Field, Phoenix, Ariz. , . . Shirley Booth of ra-dio's "Duffy's" will appear in the movie versiofritf the show. |