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Show THE LEIII SUN, LEHI, UTAH P Cr1 SSSI Lrs Bl if on In EYE Kathleen Xorris tnd c ft list L ir feat, 'e. Pound Sellin. J big h; ft 4L 0 KATHLEEN NORRIS-WNU SERVICE THE STORY THUS FAR it. rarscadden. blue-eyed, reddlsh-halred and 21. loses her lob tn New SWvrine useful but unwelcome suggestions to her boss Tvnirlnv. "i .he choo that time to snow tier "new" purse-whlch she bought "'J 1 hand store, to her cousin. Cecilia Moore. The purse revives mem ffli.she had met the previous summer-a boy whose first name .11 (" Jmbered, was Peter. At nome inat evening, waiting for her, are her her brother, and Angela, her crippled sister. Joe, too. has tort "'ff owing the not-so-happy evening Angela finds fifty dollars to a secret F Ti. Sheila s purse. ''"w "e aiscovery, only to be K&ed when Mrs Carscadden tells Sheila the money must be returned Fson whese Initials and street number are on the purse. Sheila te 1 3 the money dressed In an ancient outfit. Then h P 11 reward her liberally. She looks upon the escapade as a lark She Keren! when she enters the magnificent home, for the occupants prove ri tw Me Cann family, old friends, now wealthy, of Sheila's father And L w uw "v n. .... har Apnnninranr nf the nrulnnB ... . . h sees rcici, ..w. - , -7 , aunuueri aneua lnus ere fT..,i Me Cann son. Both Peter, and hu hrtk.. . "1. '" P to be married. Frank offers to take her home, and Peter, secretly, boo P noiwr In her hand. The DaDer Is m. ..1.1 v.. f ' sen and, wd aid jj aw. tend ucom n LSIO idea "e innij a do? line tharJ fcThere she meets' Peter They talk, and she finds thai' after aH.sKe Pi t care for Peter. Preparing to leave, they find the library door locked! EfSSng U closed, and no one can bear their shouts. Escape seems W W1 t... ctpr lumns from a window. cu.o UossiDie, ' CHAPTER Vl-Continued . a. 4kB nrinrinw find fceila rusnea w jmed into "e , - m' -.-.-J.. TJnth nff COUld STSE ru herself, mut- frantically. Sheila turnea ro . on-tin mil shed into tne room Ldone. looking down, she could r... j: white expanse of the below and see. against the ish-white. something black pros- , l.i. Ullori him. km, my uoa. - Sheila whispered. -, L bim!" And leaning oui, sue furf, "Peter !" ;er voice was mumea in uie muw, the wind was not so nign uuw, .u. nUc wpre fallinc fcOUgD uie "' - iker and faster. ipeter!" she cried again, in ag- Oh, he would die mere, wiui ae to help him. And she couldn't down! She was DacK ai uie wm- Peter was groaning lee- P nights l iplewij! comiort 1 lilliou k forrnol . Used n drug afaaf leip rpi due tod ut be 1 MEDJ edilsai f leu by tres? repute P regulans rltabte, iJ be lu' lnliiiEi) the hfHI iuyto worn UrectWii 1 wrftl jble r oswi !3h, God; help us tioth. get us out r.is!" . ' Dt conscious of what she was ran to the window, bed its deep sill as Dest sne pd, climbed over it with almost swiftness of a leap, and was igling out in the snow. lob, God, forgive me my sins!" feed Sheila, and dropped. shocking instant of descent bed by ber; she landed on some- soft, sprawled helpless on the Wet off me!" shouted Peter. "My 1, you've killed me!" ecila, snowy, breathless, panting, (tered herself together, rolled 1, scrambled to her knees, to her t She bent over him. fOh, I've hurt you! And I'm not ft at all! You broke my fall!" ?IH tell the world I broke your Peter agreed, groaning and You knocked the wind of me! Oh, my leg" Is it broken?" She was pulling, iag, trying to make him sit up. I think it is. But what got me," said, feebly struggling to his lees in the darkness and the raw. coldness of the snow, "what meouch! was that I thought fad a couple' of ribs in my lungs. ought I was bleeding to death. ide." Gosh, I certainly thought I tecked myself!" Peter shouted. nding, then limping along beside f- ouyyuiieu una wiui uuiu pis; they were making their way ard the two hooks of the fire es-Pe, es-Pe, just visible in the gloom. The N whirled softly about them, wet fir faces. f Peter, go carefully. It would be ui to walk right off the edge of 'I can't hear you." Take care!" i"I didn't think I could walk as well even." tA you'll be all right" - foe awfully careful going, down the zr 't'K r"ees"Pe. .We're up on J m floor." "J toiled its wet Iron raUs, in 11 easy now, Sheila ! " I fm going awfully slow." -"lowered one foot eantinnslv Irtl5e ge. gripping the railing ',uy. Backing, she nut r, h a'oot, and so descended careful-. careful-. snow faltog aU flbout faer rmghead and shoulders, and eady pded snow dislodged and .wiy oeiow her fingers and Paflowine h t. . . 1 " was surprised as she had discovered. k AnV fCape went down orJy f flight and ended on anoth- eJ!'fiSyiighamong cmm- Q'L right nowI" Sneila yfuiiy, ag he joined her ?"0?e.fr roof t ' wieu of , badl . H h.Jr! eo least They w aescend you Ti it SWuajS down there, do mightn't be " tSoo! HaUoI Down therel t iher k(5ded resPonse. They de- aher. struck solid level flooring and could see the sign lights flaming and fading still through a high skylight "There must be don't bump yourself your-self there, Peter'-there, Peter!-there Peter!-there must be lamps" Sheila's groping wet gloves found one as she spoke; the room broke into dim light They were in a studio; Sheila had never seen one before, except in movies, but she knew it at once-recognized once-recognized the easel and the unfinished unfin-ished canvases as well as the more familiar tables and couches and chairs. The room appeared to be quite empty. "Look for a telephone, quick!" Peter Pe-ter directed, stuffing his cap and his gloves into a coat pocket and flinging fling-ing the coat itself over a chair. "I'll be home before I could telephone tele-phone Mama; we have to call the corner drug store," Sheila had begun be-gun to say, when the lock of the studio door clicked and they both whirled about guiltily to face whoever who-ever was about to enter. Two men backed in, crouching, watching the hallways rather than looking into the room; a tall man and a small man, both young.. As Sheila began somewhat timidly: "We had to come in through your place" they both sprang about and she heard a quick whispered oath. Then the four were facing one another, Sheila and Peter aghast and terrified, and the two others hardly less taken aback. "Shut up!" the smaller man whispered whis-pered fiercely. "Listen!" Peter persisted, in a voice that was not loud, but that was not afraid. He fell silent, staring with fascinated fasci-nated eyes in a whitening face. The shorter man had shown a shining, sleek revolver. Sheila caught at her breath childishly; there was no other sound. "Come here!" the tall man breathed, inaudibly. They sensed rather than heard his words; they followed him across the studio; and he opened a door that gave upon a small storeroom or closet "Give me the rod, Inky," he said, taking the pistol Instantly he closed himself into the closet with Sheila and Peter. "Don't either of you speak," he said. "They'll get me if you do, but I'll get you first" CHAPTER VII There was a long pause, during which they all clung close together, motionless. Then Sheila heard voices in the studio. There was talk of greeting and of the weather, and mention of cigarettes. "What's that yure paintin' now?" a big warm Irish voice said. She missed the answer; she heard a chair creak, a murmur of talk. Then a voice that was not the Irish voice said, "I do not know. And if I do know I not tell on my friend, Mr. Garrity." "You've got some queer friends!" Garrity said. There was more conversation con-versation in lower tones, more scraping of chairs. Then the caller evidently departed; the door slammed. After that another fierce warning held Peter and Sheila, and the man who was huddled close into their shelter with them, more silent than ever. Ages passed; every muscle in Sheila's body was lame. She. and the holder of the pistol, and Peter, continued to rest against one another's bodies, to breathe one another's an-other's breaths. They could hear the in the studio whistling, smell his second cigarette. After a whole he apparently crossed ine nuor. "Come on out Ken," he said carelessly. care-lessly. , . Ken, stretching himself, but cautious cau-tious and noiseless still, was out of the closet like a cat "Gone?" he asked. "Yep He walk down the street t an Who" asked the man called Inky, eyeing Peter and Sheila, as they came blinking and panting from their hiding-place. "who your menas: 1 never see them before. Ken ..-.a na did vou and the lady get mixed Into this, young feller? he asked, scowling Peter explained, pointing at the roof stairway, jerking his head toward to-ward the Law Library. tt- ... riihiT enough, even iie o - - . laughing at their predicament and adventures. But some-jis his blood as he proceeded; there was that la the men'i quiet eyeii that was not healthy, there was men-ace men-ace in their very presence, and Peter Pe-ter knew, as Sheila had known for some time, that the night's perils were not over. His voice died away into silence and his face took on a strange pallor. "This ain't your wife, then?" Ken asked. "No, sir. That's what I was telling tell-ing you," Peter said. "I'm to be married on Tuesday to to another girl. That's why I'd be so much obliged if you'd let me telephone." The men glanced at each other. No rush," Ken observed mildly. "I'm afraid my mother will be worried, It's getting on to eight o'clock!" Sheila exclaimed anxiously. anxious-ly. And the sudden thought of that comforting and protecting mother. love and tenderness, brought tears to the girl's eyes. Ken shiftpd a cigar on his rather full underlip. "Listen, Sister," he remarked, carelessly, "you've got no call to look so scared!" It was not much, but it was exquisite ex-quisite balm to Sheila. She managed man-aged a rather white smile. "Thank you!" she said. "You give me your name," Ken directed, drawing a piece of paper toward him across the table and taking a fountain pen from his pocket, pock-et, "and I'll let your folks know. But you'll be home pretty soon." he added comfortably. "Come on, let's get going," Ken said. He glanced at Peter and Shei-la, Shei-la, standing bewildered and fearful together. "Nothing'll happen to you," he told them scornfully, carelessly. care-lessly. "But you busted in here, "Who your friends?" d'you see? We never asked you folks in here." "Well" Sheila began briskly, her eyes wide, "we hadn't any intention-" "Oh, that's all right, that's all right!" Ken interrupted her as he buttoned on a heavy coat and drew on gloves. "But it may delay you a little- bit getting home, see?" "But you'll let my mother know?" the girl asked anxiously. He looked at her oddly, as if he were curious about her. "Sure, I'll let your mother know." "Oh, all right then!" she said, relieved. re-lieved. "Just a minute" Peter said boldly. bold-ly. But Ken, after favoring him with a bored sort of stare, took Sheila's arm and led her downstairs with no further words. Sheila heard the door behind her slam upon Peter's Pe-ter's protest "Say, what-the say, what are you trying to do" The words were cut off there. She looked inquiry at her companion. "He'll be down with Inky." Ken told her. They went through a back pas sage. Ken eriDDinff her arm tightly. A side door opened into a narrow alley: they were out in the night "Dou't make any noise now. Sis ter!" "I won't!" she answered, fright ened. An orjen car. a large touring car with the rain curtains securely buttoned but-toned down, was standing at the curb. Snow was falling softly, stead ily; all the noises of the city were softened and dull. Ken. still holding tight to Sheila's arm, fell into a low-toned conversation conversa-tion with two men who emerged from the shadows; afterward one nf them looked at Sheila sharply. This man was an American, elderly, lean, nervous. She saw Ken give him the addresses ana telephone numbers he had taken from Peter and herself upstairs. The old man listened, nodded, muttered a word or two. r'na tou eet in front nere. sis ter" Ken said then, opening the right-hand front aoor, "ana we 11 oe out of this in no time at all!" "He's coming." Ken told her. Get in!" ir,.n sheila, secretly praying, had obeyed, he walked around the car to the driver's seat the elderly man standing close to Sheila, with one veiny hand gripping her wrist . Va nn unite. the man UOu I ui w said. Her frightened eyes moved behind him. as the door through which she and Ken had emerged opened again, and Inky and an unknown man came out, with Peter between. Peter appeared ap-peared to be stumbling, heavy perhaps per-haps his hurt leg was bothering him again. They started. Sheila heard Peter snoring in the back seat Snow fluttered flut-tered down, down, down upon the black city streets and the shining wet tracks under the elevated road and the garbage cans aligned before the humble tenement doorways. She knew it was Peter snoring, because Inky was perched upon one of the small seats, his breath, heavy with garlic and wine, at her ear. "Now you and me have got to be talking," Ken said. "Because if anyone any-one stops us. I'm taking you up to your mother in White Plains." "In the Bronx." she corrected. "Oh. you ain't going home yet," he said. "But don't you worry you'll get there. Nothing's going to happen to you." "Only not to pull nothing," Inky said persuasively, at her ear. "I wouldn't know how to pull anything!" any-thing!" Sheila said simply. "No, you Just do like I ask you to," Ken observed encouragingly, "and you'll be all right" "That was an awful smart thing you did, Ken, about that Boston stuff," Inky presently observed. "It may work," he said briefly. "Work! It's gotta work," the other man said. "Pipe the bulls there!" he added.' "Now listen," Ken said sharply to Sheila, in a quickened voice. "You don't know anything. You're going up to see your sick mother , . ." They had left the city and were on one of the lorig lonely roads that skirt the eastern bank of the Hudson. Hud-son. Sheila, looking ahead, saw a police-box in the pink flutter of snow against lights, and two caped men standing there. The two policemen came out In the fluttering snow, and the lights of the car picked them up; they waited for it to reach them. Ken leaned out "White Plains?" he shouted. The car stopped. "White Plains?" Ken shouted again. The policemen looked at him, looked at Sheila. "You've got a swell night for a trip," one of the men said. "Wife's mother sick," Ken explained. ex-plained. That was alL One of the officers pointed with a caped arm; straight ahead. Ken started the car, they were moving again. "Well, we got away with that!" Ken presently remarked with great satisfaction, and Sheila was able to breathe again. As long as he was pleased she was safe. Peter was still snoring, snoring whafnerves he must have to go to sleep under these circumstances! They had come to a roadside restaurant, res-taurant, or inn; Sheila could not make out quite what the big square building was, for it showed no lights. What light there was came from an enormous truck, at the door. The snow was still falling, but less densely; dense-ly; the truck had stood there some time, for there were no tracks ahead of it or behind it Men sprang down from it, or appeared ap-peared suddenly from the house, and there was hurried, undertoned colloquy. Sheila, shaking with cold, wrapping her coat tightly about her and beating her hands against her sides, heard Ken say, "She oughter have something to eat anyway." But there was objection to this. Her heart failed her. She was exhausted ex-hausted to the point of tears. And all the time that she sat on the front seat awaiting their verdict trembling trem-bling with fatigue, she could hear Peter snore. "All right all right!" Ken exclaimed ex-claimed suddenly. And coming about to Sheila, he said, opening the door of the car, "Get out and hold onto me. You may be stiff. Keep that rug." Broken, cramped, weak with hunger hun-ger and cold and weariness, Sheila tottered out; Ken steadied her or she would have fallen. Everything seemed to be circling about her in the sharp black contrasts of the snow and the night, and the faces of the huddled men, shrewdly watching watch-ing her, looked ominous. "Get In the back of the truck here," Ken said. She clutched his arm. He was no friend of hers, but at least he was closer to her than these murderous-looking murderous-looking strangers. "Listen I'm so tired" "You haven't got far, now. They ain't going to hurt you." he muttered mut-tered gruffly. "Get in there and wrap that other thing round you. too. Sit with your back against that box. you'll be all right" Immediately Peter was half -lifted and half-shoved in against her. Hands reached for a jumble of foul-smelling foul-smelling old comforters and quilts, and instinctively she eased Peter's snoring head against her shoulder and gathered about them both what coverings she could. Drafts, coming in at the bottom of the truck, were so piercing that it was a matter of course to do what she could against them. Someone slammed a hinged flap up, at the back of the truck; there was a clanking of chains and hooks. And with a terrific jolt for the truck had evidently been partially frozen to the road, they were moving again. She pulled at the covers, trying to protect her arms and chest without with-out uncovering her feet twisting with sore, tired limbs in the shaking, shak-ing, rough, drafty place. (TO BE COyTIXVED) By VIRGINIA VALE Beleaaed by Weitern Newspaper Union. A FEW years ago a radio producer, an actress and an actor formed a trio to produce pro-duce an act in a series of transcriptions called "Story of Martha Blair." Results: the producer married the actress, ac-tress, who became famous on the stage and screen. The actor made a name for himself in the movies, as well as on the air. The director stepped right ahead also. He's Carlton Alsop, producer of radio's "Abie's Irish Rose," now transcribing 15 quarter-hour programs pro-grams for the Red Cross. She's Martha Scott who did one of them with the young actor. He's Joseph Cotten, star of the new Hitchcock thriller, "Shadow of a Doubt" Samuel Goldwyn has signed Walter Wal-ter Huston again to play a leading role In "The North Star"; it's his first Goldwyn picture since "Dods- 1) Mi WALTER HUSTON - worth," Huston's been working at Warner Bros, in "Mission to Moscow," Mos-cow," appearing as Ambassador Davies. Tor six years Cheryl Walker was stand-in for stars; then she was given the romantic lead In Sol Less-er's Less-er's "Stage Door Canteen," and did so well with it that she stepped straight into stardom; CBS paid tribute to her on "Women's Page of the Air" as a result If ybu have income-tax trouble you'll enjoy "The Spirit of '43," in which Donald Duck tackles his Income In-come Tax stint It's the new Walt Disney short, made at the request of Secretary of the Treasury Mor-genthau. Mor-genthau. Five hundred prints will be distributed and shown under the auspices of the War Activities Committee Com-mittee ef the motion picture indus try. When Jean Arthur does kissing scenes the set is closed; she's a bit shy and doesn't like having an audience audi-ence at such times. But she and Joel McCrea exchanged fervent kisses before an audience of 21 men the ether day, for "The More the Merrier"; Mer-rier"; they were soldiers, being shown through the studio. Jean Brooks has come up the hard way, via hard-riding westerns and cliff-hanging serials. She scored in a featured role with Abbott and Cos-tello, Cos-tello, in "Buck Privates," and now she's won the feminine lead opposite Dennis O'Keefe in "The Leopard Man." . Eddie Cantor receives $10,000 per broadcast; , his daughter Marilyn gets $59 a week, but she's the radio industry's first girl staff announcer, and proud as punch of the job. 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