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Show THK fhursday, December 20, 1915 ' ' J. !&. JUL r V-- Richard' ' AN TCJL PowelIKIN4ER SIAKKINU AKAB THE Lt. Andy STORY THUS FAR: Blake and his wife Arab, believed that a German spy ring was working out of her boarding house. Andy bad searched Jones' bouse, nearby, and found some evidence, which he turned over to FBI. Later, Arab had told the girls that she bad given evidence of loose talk to Andy and that he was keeping It in his home to deliver to Intelligence. Knowing they would be followed they went to Andy's home, where they read and sorted out the notes. They heard the window open and aw Renee climb In. She was overpow- ered and tied and taken down to the cellar for safekeeping. Both Andy and Arab were certain that Jones would soon follow. CHAPTER XI "Not at all. If you have any little errands to do, feel free to go ahead with them." I watched her flounce around the cellar unfastening a clothesline. She dug into a tool chest, found a knife, and cut the clothesline into lengths. She came back and began packaging Renee's wrists with a skill. She had finished with the wrists, and started to pass the free end of the rope around Renee's waist. "And kindly move back," she said, Jabbing her finger into my ribs. "You needn't think I'm going to tie her to you. Will it make you less playful if I remark that she probably has a few friends waiting outside for her?" "I was trying not to think of that." "Well, somebody better." She bent down, tied Renee's ankles, and said, "Bring her over to this straight chair." I lifted Renee, still keeping my hand over her mouth, and carried her to the chair. Arab used another length of rope to tie her to the chair, and it began to look as if Renee would be staying with us for a while. "Now," Arab said to our package, "will you be good if we don't gag you?" Renee nodded, "all right, Andy. You may have your hand back. Mrs. Fielding, if you scream I'll probably hit you with something." I took away my hand, and Renee said huskily, "Why should I scream? When I do not come out, they will know something has happened. They will come after me. What does a half hour more or less matter?" That burned me. "I used to know a swell song," I said. "It was called the Marseillaise. It's funny, I never used to think it sounded like the Horst Wessel song. Are they both the same now?" She looked at me with old, sleepless eyes. "I have forgotten the tune. We of the New Europe have no songs." "I used to know a swell guy, too. A big kid from Dartmouth, named Bob Fielding. He married the prettiest girl who ever walked Into Zelli's. He was killed in Spain. I thought he was killed fighting Germans." "Everything," she said in a flat voice, "gets killed fighting the Germans. My husband. France. Everything." "This might be a good time to see how the Germans like being killed." For the moment there was a bite In her voice. "What good is a dead German to me? Why sh" ild I help you? Where were you when Bob was killed in Spain? Where were you when France was strangled? Do you remember June of 1940? Do you remember Reynaud crying for American planes? For clouds of Where were American planes? they?" "On the drawing boards," I muttered. "But they're coming now." "Now it is too late for me. I made my choice two years ago." "And you chose the Germans." "How would you like to starve for four months? How would you like your parents threatened with the concentration camp if you didn't obey orders? How would you like to have lost all hope? They wanted me to work for them. I held out for almost five months. How long would you have held out?" She shivered. "The Germans cannot be beaten. They would kill me. XW-- l- JL. r ANUY SllOOttliq ULAKt wmu I whispered, "come back here!" "You'll spoil everything," she replied from the other side of the door. "Somebody has to make a break for it. And I'm the one who can shoot." "You idiot! I'm going to kick this door down if you don't open it." She blew a kiss at me through the keyhole, and said, "The derringer has a stiff trigger action. Remember to point the open end away from you. Good-by- , darling." "Arab! You can't go! When I get hold of you . . . Arab!" There was no answer. Something clicked upstairs. "Shut up," I whispered. The click might have been from the cellar doorknob. I watched it carefully. Another click. It was the knob, all right; I had seen it turn that time. Somebody had tried it first one way, then the other. I remembered that there was a keyhole and that the cellar was dimly lighted. I took a step toward the light bulb. Joey Raeder's voice chanted Jeer-ingl"Five-teLieutenant Blake " and Mrs. I moved slightly to one side, out of line with the keyhole. "Come on. Jack," he said. "We got you cold. Unlock this door or we'll do it with a few slugs." I didn't answer. "We got your dame," he said. "I'd ask her to coax you, but we n Fiel-ding!- They would kill my people in Brit- tany." "You know what all this excitement is about, don't you?" "Yes. Landings in North Africa." "It's the first step toward bringing France back to life." "The Germans will kill your troops." "Hat your gang got word out yet?" "Not yet. We did not see the pattern until today. It takes time to arrange to send a message. Either there must be a contact, or the message must be lent by short wave direct to Germany." Arab picked up the Smith & Wesson. "I want to make sure," the said. She crept up the steps and crouched at the locked cellar door. Then she turned and whispered down to me, "Get the derringer from my pocketbook." I wnt to the table, dumped the sawed-of- f howitzer from her handbag, and picked It up beI tween thumb and forefinger. went back to the bottom of the cellar stairs to see what Arab wanted ping-pon- g with the second gun. The stairway was empty. I went up the steps three at a time. Just at I reached the top a key clicked on the other side. The door was locked, and Arab had toilled a fast one on me. "Arab." isiBf flip She climbed in slowly. had to part her hair with a loaded rubber hose and she won't come to for a while. She was heeled with a Smith and Wesson and one of the boys didn't want to have any words with her about lt. Look, Jack, are you gonna " I yanked both triggers of the derringer and the explosion almost caved In my eardrums. My right arm jerked back, tingling. Two black holes sprouted in the cellar door and Joey began yelling that he was murdered. There was enough rage in his voice to tell me he wasn't really hurt and to warn me to get out of the way. I jumped aside just in time. Wood began spraying from door and stairs. Sound blasted into the cellar: tremendous stutters of sound that seemed to make the foundations sway. One bullet smashed the electric-ligh- t bulb. In the darkened cellar the air became a live vicious thing scorching my lungs and jabbing knives into my ears. Joey had turned loose a tommy gun. I started to dive into a corner . . . and Renee screamed. I had forgotten her. She was out in the middle of that traffic jam of bullets, tied in the chair. I made a drunken lunge across the black cellar. The timing was right. My shoulder hit her chair at seat level. I kept on driving low and hard at the chair until the opposite wall smacked me flat. For a moment I lay there, unable to think of anything except that Roper would never have thrown me off the squad if I'd played defensive end like that. "Anything get you?" I whispered. "Yes," she chattered. "In my left arm. Above the elbow. It feels like fire. Are they going to kill us? Slip Covers Brighten the Home Do Something About Christmas features BeU WNU Syndicate. I 'tit.'Tf r'A Von' 11 find covers here Tor chairs and sofns. Instructions 601 have directions and information for making slip covers. Send vnur order to: 7 T Feature!. I kept quiet. "Nobody will have heard the, shots," he went on. "There are no houses within a mile. It is useless to expect help." Still silence. "We will give you five minutes," Sewing Circle Needlecraft Dept. San Francisco 6, Calif. Enclose 16 cents for Pattern Hon 3217 '(M?W Nr?0 he said. I waited quietly and listened. Feet were pounding through the house. He wasn't really giving me five minutes, because it would take that long for his gang to search the place, When I was sure that nobody was trying to sneak down the cellar stairs, I whispered to Renee. "Remember what I said about bullets not asking whose side you're on. I'm going to fix your arm now. It's a splinter, a pretty big one. But I think it'll come out cleanly." She choked back a cry. The splinter came out easily. It seemed to have nicked a vein, because her arm was getting wet and sticky. I whipped the handkerchief around the spot and began tying it. "I don't know why you did all this for me," she murmured. I "You made too much noise. kept losing count of the slugs going past." "You really have no chance, have you?" "They may get tired of playing with me if I pat a couple of them with that hatchet." "You have been very generous to me. I will repay you some way." I grunted, and went on trying to; get the handkerchief just tight! enough. Her free hand touched my hair and stroked it, I could feel the tips of two of her fingers stroking my cheek and lingering at my right temple and suddenly I realized that she had the hatchet in her hand. I shuddered, started to turn. The edge of the hatchet drew a chilly line on my forehead, and she hissed, "Hold still!" I froze. The edge of the hatchet left my head but I knew it was poised there, inches away. I tried to guess wnere ner ngnt wrist was. When I grabbed, I had to connect. "I am not going to hit you," she "I just wanted to prove gasped. that I could have done it." "Why?" "So that you will trust me." My muscles relaxed a notch. "Trust you about what?" "You have no chance fighting. They will merely come down with flashlights and shoot you. Your only chance Is if they think you are dead. Give me the knife you were using." I got lt and handed It to her. After all, there wasn't much to lose. As she had said, she could easily have laid me out with the hatchet. Maybe this was a chance. She "fumbled with my blouse and I felt her fingers tugging at the right breast pocket. She was using both hands and making small sobbing noises. The gash from her splinter must be hurting. Suddenly the knife blade touched the skin over my heart, and I Jerked away. "Please," she whimpered. "I am trying to make It look like a bullet-holPlease let me hurry. If they ever find me doing this . . ." She pulled me back closer, and I felt something pressing against my chest. It was her left arm. The handkerchief had been pulled down from the deep splinter cut. The last wisp of control snapped suddenly and she began to scream. I screams. Long, shuddering dropped to the floor. I had never felt sicker or more scared in my life but I had to go through with it now. A light fingered the cellar steps, probed toward us. I squeezed my eyelids shut and then remembered that dead men don't close their eyes and 'opened them and tried to roll the pupils up as far as possible. The light glared into them. Feet drummed on the stairs and the fat man yelled at Renee to e. shut up. She babbled, "I fainted and then when I woke up and got my hands loose and I touched him and lt was No V 'm Addres-s- PACKAGE SOAP In H.ird or Soft Water. UeCuse 72 $7.50 lie pks. Case 72 2i;c pkgs. $18 IMITATION PKPPFR Case 144 20c pkus. $22.50 Minimum order 3 cases shipped prepaid If cash in full with order; or C.O.D. plu all ch;triies for 1 or more cases. DKAI.KHS ACtXTS WANTED liUUSKHOLD SALES CO.. INC. ALBANY. GEORGIA. fAwmrf L'' 661 "PUHN a drab chair into a ttVAN i wot ill color-fu- l decoration that transforms room just by the addition of a you've made yourself! LOOK LABEL FOR THIS aj rout ilip-cov- CROCUS "If they are small children, remember they love to dress up, and make co. tumes for them all. Cowboy and policeman suits are simple, cooks and pirates simpler still. Girls adore hoop skirts and ballet ruffles, a poke bonnet or a shortened skirt." grown-up's By KATHLEEN NORRIS SHARE JOY WITH OTHERS first peace in a long time is toward us, and do something to it's time about it. Do something to remind our discharged servicemen that we haven't forgotten what they did for us. Get in touch with the nearest Red Cross or service club or government hospital, and OUR - J ask what's planned and what's needed. Build up a real Christmas by having a few strangers at your table, or taking part in canteen or hospital preparations. There mustn't be a single bed, among all our thousands of newly filled hospital beds, that has not its heap of gaily wrapped packages beside it on Christmas morning. Let us solve the Christmas prcb-eby an extended hospitality, and iy ingenuity in planning for the 'reat family day. This shouldn't be m extravagant save Christmas; our money for the long pull of the ear or two immediately ahead; rices are high just now, cemmodi-ie- s are scarce and often inferior in luality. Small inexpensive presents nd a plotted Christmas program vill be in far better taste and much nore fun. Costumes for Children. If there are small children and ieaven help the family where there ire not! remember how they love o dress up, and make costumes for hem all. Cowboy and policeman uits are simple, cooks and pirates impler still. The girls adore hoop-kirt- s and ballet ruffles, but a poke a grown-up'- s shortened mnnet, kirt and a shawl will keep any girl rom 4 to 10 absorbed for delightful tours on Christmas Day. Small can-a- s traveling cases, at a cost of bout 50 cents apiece, add greater s clamour to any costume that the tourist, and to name the itting room as Italy and the play-ooas China adds some zest. Pen-i- l games for young and old are always good, charades or a homewrit-eg play, home movies, or the of a home record to send o someone far away are all and don't cost as much ps ne modern toy. One old man I used to know would o Into our small town post office very day during the week before Christmas, to pay the postage on mall packages held for postage hortage. Scores of these went on heir way because of his generous pirit, and he never was thanked nd never wanted to be. One rich woman here went to the Id people's home a week before Christmas a few years ago, found hat there were 118 inmates, and aid down her check for $3M. "I vant every one of them to have a ittle money for gifts," she said. A kindly aunt of my acquaint-mc- e sent a niece at boarding-schoo- l ner usual present. But a week before that she sent this same niece box containing five or six small wrapped gifts, for the niece to give to her friends. indi-ate- n manu-HCturin- slippery and he didn't move and " Crack! That was a hand slapping Renee. She began to sob convulI could see vague forms sively. rising up to giant heights beside me and I turned my pupils up still farther to show nothing but the whites of my eyes. I tried not to breathe. My stomach was solid lead and I could feel sweat chilling my face. Somebody's foot was touching my side. If he looked closely he would know that dead men don't sweat. Joey Raeder said, "Look here, chief! I got him right In the ticker and he had just enough left to crawl here and " "We will make sure," the harsh voice said, and then before I could move a parachute flare burst Inside my head. It went drifting down and Are" A Day of Frrrdom. "Take It easy. They can't hit ui down and getting smaller and dimAnother gift that always has here." I ran my fingers lightly up mer until lt was merely a pinpoint seemed to me a marvel of thought-fulneher arm. A splinter quivered in the of light and then It flickered out and and sweetness was the one left elbow. She there was nothing but flesh above her ringing moaned, and I snapped, "Keep blackness and then quiet. n Renee had done an artistic Job quietl They might try some stuff if they locate us. And on me In the dark. Over my heart don't forget that bullets don't ask was a ragged tear. The cloth was who you're working for." darkened and wet and sticky. The button over the pocket wasn't bright "I will be quiet." A harsh voice called down, "Lieugold. It was red. My fingers were tenant Blake." red, too, and back where I had been I put a hand over Renee's mouth, lying the floor was splashed with and didn't answer. It sounded tike blood. It looked as if I ought to find Plain Mr. Jones. spade and save somebody He called. "There is no use hidthe trouble of burying tne. But the ing. It will merely delay event. worst any doctor could say was that Come up the steps with your bands I needed a bath. mf tatting, playing, laughter, horn (TO BE CONTINUED) taised." tot , , ." ss three-cushio- PAGE SEVEN NKi'III, ITAH Kathleen Norris S ays: SANCTUM MYSTERY -- 1 T1MKS-NKW- This Christmas should be the happiest for many years. After the dark years of depression, and the anguished years of war, we have suddenly emerged victorious and prosperous. While there is still much sorrow, this is the best Christmas for most people in a long, long time. In our gladness we should not lose sight of those less fortunate. There are many whose sad days we could brighten a little. Those in hospitals and homes for the aged; orphans and cripples; most of all those for whom we can never do enough, the wounded veterans of this and the other wars. If possible, we can invite some of these men to our homes. At least, tve can go and visit them and perhaps give them small gifts. I ... lUsUii'eStefli, fast-actin- chest rub g that will not irritate child's tender skin Remember, your child's skin is thinner, more delicate than yours. He needs a chest rub that's good and gentle. Get the prompt, really effective results you want the soothing, modern way . . . just rub on Mentholatum. With no irritation to delicate normal skin, Mentholatum helps ease away soreness and tightness from aching chest muscough-wrack- cles . . . vapors rise high into nasal passages, down into irritated bronchial tubes. Coughing spasms quiet down your child rests better. Get genllt Mentholatum today. Jars, tubes 301. For Safety Invest in Your Own Country Buy United States Savings Bonds! "VEST POCKET" POWER ........... r t Nothing gives a dress that unwanted "homemade" look any more definitely than poor fit. One of the best ways of being sure your dress will fit is to start your dressmaking venture with a good pattern. But a good pattern Is only a start, because most women have figure Irregularities that require changes In either pattern or basted garment for perfect fit. The easier, more economical way Is to alter the pattern. Farmers' Bulletin 1908. "Pattern Alteration," gives complete Information on buying the right size of commercial pattern and explains how to measure the figure and take corresponding pattern measurements, allowing for extra width or length where It is needed. Methods for altering various pattern pieces are Illustrated by sketches showing, for example, how to make the skirt pattern larger through hips, or the blouse shorter through back. After marking any alterations, rip the garment apart, press pieces and cut a paper pattern from them. Use this as a guide In checking lines and proportions of other patterns Keep your basic paitern up to date by making a new one each year, as shoulder, armacye and other structural lines change with the mode, or you may change In size. Mother, here's a i On Good Dress Pattern Helps To Avoid Homemade Look Clabber Girl is today's baking powder the natural choice for the modern recipe. Its balanced double action guarantees just the right action In the mixing bowl, plus that final rise to light and fluffy flavor in the oven. A? (iuaranteed byV',r..''i;'J V Good Housekeeping I'SoiMV.'" my sister made to a friend of hers for many successive years. It was the gift of a day. Margaret married before my sister did, and presently had a baby. the Saturday before Christmas my sister was at her house at nine o'clock, and Margaret was off lilte a swallow for a day in town. Shopping, lunch, with a friend, calls, dinner with her husband downtown, and a leisurely return were Margaret's for that one day. Next year there was another baby, and the year after that my sister brought her own, and presently her own two. And always it was Margaret's miracle day, the day of complete freedom from anxiety and responsibility, as a present from Teresa. To put that sort of imagination and tenderness into the holiday that reminds us all of the Infinite love of God for man, is to achieve several things. One is that the January bills will not be a nightmare. Another is that unpleasant discoveries as to the poor quality of toys and frocks will be avoided. And the most important of all will be that traditions of home, fun, home service, feasting, playing, laughter, home love, will be built Into the hearts of everyone who comes within reach of that warmth, and some of the sadness and change of these strange days will be turned Into sweetness and light. 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