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Show UINTAH BASIN RECORD rm? Lucette frowned at you .mile for the lady, Jerry? S2j0r9thIn8 rd rathe? be She must go Scotland Yard her- - Historic The hall clock told the hour. The sound echoed through the house. twelve? Only seemed hours since gb 0f 8loom- - Good she had said Itgood-nigto Sam In night! She dashed from the room. the living-rooand years since Daphne ran into the halL Mark Trent and Jed Stewart had r2Urtte1d0Ut forget 11134 Mark gona home. She tiptoed to the Us a S . part? tomorrow that swell .E1!!n8 club." Lucette hung over the mahogany raff. Forget! Not a chance. Think Ill forget a night off from rehearsing? Nothing short of an act of God whI keep me away. Sam, the old tyrant, is giving us a break. Ill be seeing you." Jerry Field picked up his sisters coat "Come on, Daph, lets go. If known that we were to have a night off, I would have taken you dining and dancing, Brooke. "Nice of you. but I think that a party will be heaps more fun. You would think that I dont know why but this whole evening has gone haywire. Come on, Daph." Daphne Field snuggled her hand in Sam Reyburns. rd ,e'! - i wer, 1 ,5 e 'Tr par i an it Jit 1 im 1435 hearing her on her to call and for her. Mark Dane had threatened tf he married Lola. divorced. He ays i a f por 3f Cne who has huge snd Mark, lather and fashion expert, Ker i dHenfi'and Clotllde ants. Leaving t! Hi Brooke reent .tore Job. with stepping in to"'go man who , jtrefre. young ' At a family con- hes ustr matt juj at Look her ,7 who is taking her Job. in the city. plan to stay m astounded when they Gregory, a family friend, S, mps this Kei hth she must live tine. Lucette. a hitherto un-- I Henri and Clotilda two . Dane died. Brooke Jed .jt as she was leaving. open his part of jt Markfriendly with Brooke ist get will. Jed Had out about th nth him. Mark accepts Thanks-- s flliation (or a family witnessed SI at rr ise lookout Mr. Reyburn that she Sam and eve it Thanksgiving anted to England. In with fa to move soft irs 0?Mre. had Uved lZfm Dan.structure on 0 ast the office ol the to discus has inherited Dane. Unwlt-talking to Mark Visits Brooke new play j3i to produce a dinner iar the Thanksgiving ci of Mra. Mark that little la collection "j left er Jerry Daphne drop in and j utter mil be neighbors for the ey Inspector Harrison of the Mark and Is Informed As missing sill and silver. She annes, Lola arrives. new she and her il husband, have started a neighborhood n Mark almost makes a the missing will and Brooke Returning home, she sees covertly to Henri. Henri Is urns Brooke she had better er vis'ts been in the Lookout House garage at this time of night? Whoever it was, was leaving. He could hear cautious footsteps. An automobile starting! He strained his ears. It was speeding down the street toward the causeway. That didnt prove anything, it would be easy enough to turn into a side road and cut back. Was the man who had sneaked from the house driving? Had he stolen the car? Even so, he couldnt follow it, he must find out why he had entered the garage. He crept to a window and peered Dark as pitch except for a in. white blur. That must be the cover of Aunt Mary Amandas old limousine. Why was the unused car directly opposite the door? He remembered now. Jed had told him that he had o. k.d an offer Henri Jacques had reported for the machine. Probably the butler had planned to drive It off in the morning. The man who had Just made his had stopped hei'h. Why? Had he hidden loot? The silver? But the silver had been in the storeroom only a few hours ago. A few hours! Much could happen in a few hours while the occupants of the Other House had been at supper at the Reyburns. Hed better investigate. Lucky be still carried the key to his aunts garage on his ring. In the days when they had been friendly, she had insisted upon his having a key to the house as welL Soundlessly he slid back the door, squeezed in, closed and locked te "Good-nigh- t Sammy. Dont love me much, do you, darling?" Sam shook off her hand. "Ill love you when you learn your lines, and whats more, if you dont learn em, youll be tossed off the lot 'You mean that Ill be fired? Daphne opened her eyes at their widest "I, fired, after Iva had gowns made to wear that will simply stop the show? Come on, Jerry. Nobody likes us here. From the threshold she threw a kiss to Sam. He grinned. "Sam, do you like Daphne? asked Brooke. "Shes good fun. Swell looker, isnt she? get-awa- y In the room she had made her boudoir, Brooke slipped out of the lace frock. If only she could shed with it the haunting sense of having said the wrong thing. She had been bitterly unkind when she had reminded Mark Trent of his divorce. If she could apologize to him and get it off her mind, it would help. it With the Hght in his torch dimmed, he tiptoed carefully between the automobiles. Brookes long, sleek town car. Sams coni vertible coupe. The white cloth cover of the old limousine was awry a! Clotllde. That night while as if it had been hastily adjusted. it Sam's play is rehearsing Part of it lay on the floor. What foes are away, Mark shows was that mark? A footprint! A footr.sSiT.g silver which he had an unused upper floor la his house. He reveals that Erecting their houses has uei A black gloved hand the storeroom door, My tom me that night, Mark receives :lola telling him she has an document to sell him. After .ck thinks he hears Jed call. ' taa disappeared. in ed igi cc iTES VII Continued -1- 0- the light. In his he lost his balance and twi At one corner of followed 1 and shivering blinking huddled the re. run-awa- y rot i bird! He slid to the Reached for Mr. Micaw-ei by him into the nd him. He could hear squawking with fury as him, flung the window. to he that! seems Now, ed" 'd over the railing. this balcony to next one No slide had iron trel- connected it with the ses. Had Jed entered se fcy the window? Who e rom of the next house ned on It? He would in-to the window, reduced nis torch before he over the glass. The shade 2 drawn and the I sash one could have racks of light gone were visi- rooms beyond where on another f HiSJpene(1 Jed entered that could he get ou to swing Self do it? . -- light-- E there? across. ertnrl thS swung. Cautiously 0Ver the raU and hands from the frosty dlstance- heart an I drummi. ng like an eoncentrated th. bltndW- - honed A his craclt seP.etween the T r00m Was jt? SfitaSSam ;,p hhay I ,d it e "S pcned cau' Eat,ened him-- I Must rthe tha studio. He lithe ;de as he had I ad hcIpcd 1 L ch Jerry tv I k " .ere li 16 JjP Sf trc'ii. tre trunks it on Was sIlding a monkeyl jJin5 across the !awn ss entering the t' rj.t the e,ectrlc J'hsS?'1 faiiJ61 and the h t s fcJ'3'. I Swung a IIe hitched an op- - ?,,:ck,nbaild,over uKn! hand. y l the ,h!irMShud0W t0 pur vStUlkt'd- - Ne ar Mit I" ,. . He .eld his h list, enci Who had 1' print faint but a- - bloody! With a childish Impulse to clutch their coats and keep the men with her, Brooke Reyburn had listened to the closing of the door behind Mark Trent and Jed Stewart They had pleaded an early morning start for the city, but she was sure that they had gone because they resented Jerry Fields sulky silence. She would have been glad to get away from his gloomy presencqfcerself. She glanced at him as he stood o the fire. From the back of the house came the crash of dishes, a shout of laughter. Brooke sprang to her feet wonder what went then. I suspect that Lucette and Sam started rough-housinand that Daphne was drawn into the scuffle. I should have known better than to let them Wc.sh the dishes. Come on, Jerry. Lets investigate. Id rather know the worst at once. Field straightened and thrust his hands hard into his pockets. Same here, Brooke. I want to know what you were doing in Mark Trents house while we were at rebe-foi- g hearsal. mil irtf fuifurr- - Her Heart Mounted to Her Throat and Stuck There. Well, she couldnt Perhaps if she wore the hair shirt of remorse for a while, it would teach her to guard her tongue. In a heavily embroidered Chinese of vivid green, she pulled house-coa- t forward the chair at her desk and. to her moth-erbegan writing a letter Suddenly she looked up at the to mirror, and her heart mounted beating, there, stuck and throat her Reflected in the looking-glasbeating. hanging bethe silver-sho- t filled boudoir and bedroom tween and swung like the sail of a boat. a What had set it in motion? Had too was She opened? been window far from the bell to ring. Suppose she rang? Who would answer? in Henri and Clotllde were locked should their room probably. What mirror. she do? She stared at the in? From How could a person get bath-roothe balcony under the he had that meant That window? house. come through Mark Trents man who Was it the had been in the attic this eening? She She swallowed her heart must She forever. couldnt sit here was! The move. How still the room like a her enveloped silence of fear her fingertips cold mist and turned In a night-mar- e to ice. Perhaps she was herself. waken could and scream. Glorious thought Shed as a Her mouth remained open denim slipped blue in man hatless H-- s head past the swaying hanginga his scais, as was wet and sleek ad eyes-bhis below face with white as so thickly plastered He gave one be unrecognizable. shoulder behis over furtive glance silence in ghostly fore he flitted from the room. drawer of Brooke pulled out the the floor to crashed r desk. It Maddening. contents. the spilling when she was in a It would do that she a"3"11?13 knees hurry. On her which had oner an electric torch She dashed chair. a rolled under bal-ustra- and listened. A squeak! She put her hand hard over her heart to stop its thump-inWas a window being opened cautiously? If only the wind would stop for a minute. Had the Squeak come from the next room which was being used for scenery? It had a small Iron balcony like the one which connected Lookout House and Mark Trents. A person might easily slide down the trellis. She tiptoed into the room and closed the door softly behind her. This must be the wdndow that had squeaked; it was wide open. It had been closed this afternoon when she had come in to scatter green paint on the flats and to give another splash of red to the peak of roof on the backdrop. She flashed her light around the room then on the floor over which a sheet had been spread. A can of red paint had been overturned! It was sluggishly spreading. Tipped over recently! Slowly Brookes Hght traveled. A red footprint! Uncannily like a bloody one. The man must have stepped into the thick paint Another! One beyond that under the window. Cautiously she followed the trait A smooch of red on the window sllL He had gone that way. Was he on the balcony? What would she see if she looked out? She must look out She wouldn't close her eyes tonight unless she knew that the man had gone where, she wouldnt care, if he were gone. She leaned out cautiously. There was nothing human in sight only a moon was watching through a maze of branches. Cold winter moonlight turned a towering hemlock to purple, shadows to amethyst and scattered a shimmering trail of golden topaz on the dark water of the harbor. Had one of the shadows moved down by the tree? It had. That meant that the man was out of the house I She cautiously closed and locked the window. Pulled the hangings across it That was that! She curtained the other window, turned to switch on the wall light Stopped. The door was opening! A glare of light Had the man come back? Had he a pal? Had her heart parked in her throat forever? She couldnt see, but she could still hear: "Well, for the love of Mike! The wall light snapped on. Brookes blood, which she had thought frozen, surged through her veins. Sam was staring at her, Sam in pink and white pajamas which made him look for all the world like an animated stick of striped candy. His copper colored hair was on end; without his spectacles his eyes were He shook big and dark and vague. her arm. "Hey! Snap out of it Brooke! Have you got that darn scenery so on your mind that youre walking in In here? your sleep to sling paint Brooke swallowed the lump in her throat "I wasnt asleep, Sam, and I wasnt slinging paint I heard someHer voice sounded hoarse thing. to herself. "A window being opened? Thats what I heard. But how could you get here so soon? Breathlessly she told him of the man who had slipped through her halL room, of following him into the black-glove- ice-bo- d ;rr,r s By ELMO SCOTT WATSON Western Newspaper Union. g. one-ey- "Youre kidding! No? Then why didnt you yell for me? "Youre so reckless, Sam, I was afraid you. might be hurt" "Thats the funniest thing I ever Heard. How about yourself? Beat it back to bed. Sam. the boy sleuth is hot on the trail. "You mustnt go downstairs. "Who says I mustnt Ill snoop around outside to be sure the guy has gone. Beat it Why should you think I had been in his house? "Didnt Stewart find a gardenia outside his front door? I suppose there "So what? couldnt be another woman in the world who might call on Mr. Trent "If you go down, 1 go too. "Oh all right all right. I know wearing a flower, or did you corner the gardenia market today, Jerry? better than to argue with you when Brooke. Got a Fields expression changed from you use that tone, flash? Well creep down the back gloom to cheer. stairs. Follow me. Well get into Theres something In that. Trent ladies. the with wow the front of the house that way. a certainly is I hear that he could dine out three lie switched out the wall light stood motiontimes an evening if hed accept the opened the door and invitations heaped on him. It gets less, listening. me why he settled down in this "Lets go! sweet Brooke nodded In response to his burg. Dont be sore at me, to seemed miles whisper. The hall thing. Wasnt it natural for me through the she tiptoed as think the flower yours when Stewart long endless In stairs found he back that the dark; produced the gardenia stole down, stopping she number as at Trent's front door when you breath her holding creak, at every werent wearing any? as If echoed which heard sound she at every Before she could answer walls, amplified in the someone approaching. She drew a breath of relief as Sam stopped at the kitchen door to listen. Crept on to the front hall. Sam and the two girls entered. Brooke controlled an hysterical "What smashed in the kitchen, stole after him. urge to laugh as she Sam? I thought the chimney had "The Reyburns go slcuhing, she fallen in. warthought, and chuckled. "Nothing but a stack of those She felt Sams quick turn and ranted unbreakable plates C.otude And though she couldnt see it. in the on glare, keeps things lie was catastrophic. looked turn floor The The did they crack up? Hi muttered, chair. a into lurched as if thered been a snowstorm. "Thunder!" was submerged in a "The sound brought Henri down command: Ever In a hoarse hurry. the back stairs "Dont move! I've got you cov seen him in his robe de nuit, ercdl Brooke? (TO BE COSTIM'ED) What a giggler you are, Lucetiei Of course I havent. Tcderal Capitol Building "You've missed the laugh of you out southeast cornerstone of the The life. lie was something straight Washoriginal Capitol building18that of a Cruikshank edition of Dickens. of Seplaid on the was shirt, ington night Night cap with tassel; tember. 1703, by President WashI believe it was called back in thewith M i sonic ceremonies. and still, She ran ingtonnorth wing was finished in 1800, dark ages; thin bow legs, and flaphouse was dark The ping slippers. and the government, which came "Was he embarrassed? Philadelphia, took possession from more "lie was not. He behaved the In October of that year. miss we'd ci aa If he were afraid He ran appeal of his costume. s, Hoaxes The Jokes on Him TlfHEN Joe Miller, a famous English comedian of the Eighteenth century, died in August, 1738, it was discovered that his widow received as her legacy naught but memories of an amiable and faithful, but improvident, husband. Thereupon a certain publisher named T. Read, a shrewd fellow of speculative tendencies, engaged a man named John Mottley to gather together all the current jests of the day and set them in type. Soon afterw-ardthere appeared in the bookstalls of London a volume which bore this imposing title: Joe Millers Jests, or the Wits Vade Mecum. Being a Collection of the most Brilliant Jests; the Politest Repartees; the most Flegant Bon Mots, and most pleasant short Stories in the English Language. First carefully collected in the Company, and many of them transcribed from the Mouth of the Facetious Gentleman, whose Name they bear; and now set forth and published by his Lamentable Friend and former Companion, Elijah Jenkins, Esq. Most Humbly Inscribed to those Choice-Spirit- s of the Age, Captain Bodens, Mr. Alexander Pope, Mr. Professor Lacy, Mr. Orator Henley, and Job Banker, the s Montgomery Ave., San Francisco, lady have you LADY, lady, in wool? Smart women Calif. Patterns 15 cents (in coins) The book was immediately popueverywhere are clamoring for each. lar and was followed by an endless wool. Theyre wearing it to work Send 15 cents for the Barbara succession of Joe Miller joke in, to play in, to date in, to go to Bell Fall and Winter Pattern Book. Kettle-Drumme- r. As a result, the name "Joe Miller became firmly fixed in the consciousness of the English-speakinraces as a synonym for joke and even today many of the wisecracks of the funny men of' the stage, screen and radio are credited to him, especially when their audiences groan instead of laughl But the joke of it all is this: this man who, for two centuries, has been regarded as the King of Jests, was a solemn fellow who not only never joked in his life (except when repeating his lines on the stage) but was utterly unable to see the point of a joke when it was told him by other men. books. g Antiquarian Discovery ARE youthatone"theof those who have no English so, read this confession which appeared in a London newspaper trade journal back sense of humor? If in 1875: An editor man is very .ore (the wound is too new to allow ot names at being mentioned) having recently been thoroughly hoaxed. A copy ot an ancient Inscription was sent (or Insertion to a local, the original of which was professedly taken from a stone found in excavating the foundations for some new buildings in Queen Victoria street. The following note accompanied it and with the inscription duly ap- peared: "I enclose copy of an inscription In mediaeval Latin from a stone discovered during the excavations in Queen V.el tona street, where as you doubtless are aware, there formerly stood a church dedicated to a Saxon saint and traces and missionary, of whom many lelics still exist. He Is known to the monkish chroniclers by the name of Uncatus Ambulans. "Perhaps a copy might be suitable for paand exlensively-reayour per and some of your antiquarian readtranslaa to be able ers may supply d tion SABILLI HOERFS AGO. IN ARO .FORTIBUS NOSCE .MARI. THFBETRUX . . . PLS AN DUX. .1NNEM VOTI 1 rs metrical translation was forwarded a note next day, and was inserted that we knew all the time it was a as a Inserted it Joke, and hoax, only but those who saw Arthur just after he received the translation, say they cannot reconcile his look of agonized horror and the aw (ul profanity o his language with his public explanation. "Inscription on stone discovered on the site ol church of &t. Walker, called by the monkish chroniclers, 'Uncatus Ambulans' (Hookey Walker). I sav, Billy, heres a go. Forty buses in a row. No, see Mary they be trucks; Vot is In em? Peas and Ducks. A I Massacre at Empire City business was THE silver inmining Nevada and her neighbor, California, was beginning to be more than a little jealous of her prosperity, especially since so many Californians were investing heavily in Nevada mining stock. So the newspapers in that stale began advising the public to dispose of its Nevada stock and invest in California gold mines. And then one day a shocking story appeared in the Virginia City Enterprise. It (Nev ) Territorial seems that a man in Empire City had followed the advice of the "foreign papers. Then, remorseful over his treason to home town industry and home town prosperity, he had killed himself, ins wife and their nine children. The story caused a sensation not only in Nevada but in every part of the country to which the telegraph wires cairicd it. Then the newspaper man who wrote the story revealed that it of this massacre was all a fake, written solely to moral. pouit a Years later he confessed, The idea that nnjbody could ever take my massacre fur a genuine occurrence never once suggested itself to me, hedged about as it was by all Lio'e tell tale absurdities and impossibilities. But such was his genius in telling a plausible story that the public did c.ipt it itingly. IBs name was Mark Twan trade-at-hom- e it church in. 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