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TRAILER ADVENTURE
P 7 - By Nard Jones_ o mr. hba faww, he_
THE STORY 80 FAR
MARTHA BRITTAIN and BET
TS HAYNES begin a trip up the
«nt enact to demonstrate the new
Airspeed trailer. They pick op
GERRY NEAL, hand—.»» young
hitch-hiker. Neal telfc them he
Is to meet a Mend, JACK SPED
LON, at the Leng Reach ante
camp. Bat at Leng Beach, Neal
disappears from the trailer and
Spe^-on drives away with Betty,
Frantic, Martha calls police.
Then she get* a wire, supposedly
flrssa Betty, advising Betty will
meet her at a Ban Francisco hotel.
Next, Neal turns up again and
tells Martha “this thing may be
bigger" than she imagines.
Martha agrees to accompany
Neal to San Francisco to find
Betty. She finds herself growing
mere and more interested in NeaL
But, arriving in ’Frisco, Martha
finds that neither Speddon nor
Betty are registered at the desig
nated hotel. Instead, Martha gets
another letter, also presumably
from Betty, advising everything is
all right. Disturbed, Martha
wents to call police but Neal pro
tests that such a move might
cause Betty’s death! And that
night Neal tells Martha he loves
her.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER XIII
Ttae manager of the Bridge Auto
Park grunted and turned over on
his bed. But again there came that
Insistent knock at the door of his
cottage—a knock which he had
hoped might be part of a dream.
Grumbling audibly, he climbed from
his sheets, pulled on an ancient but
servicable bath robe, and shuffled
to the door.
He was startled to see a rather
breathless and very attractive
young women standing there.
And he was more amazed yet
when he recognized her as the
young woman who had called
earlier in the day. The young wo
man for whom he’d been holding
that airmail letter from San Diego.
“I’m sorry to bother you at this
time of night,” Martha said. “But
I want space for my coupe and
trailer.”
The man yawned. “There’s a
lot of it out there, lady. Just park
anywhere and I’ll talk to you in
the morning.”
“You see, I'm with the Airspeed
Trailer Company. I’ll be here two
or three days—’’
“Showing off the trailer? That’s
okay, so long as you pay tho regu
lar rent. One fellow a v/hile back
figured his trailer ought to draw
customers and he would get in
here rent free.”
"I intend to pay,” Mar;ha said.
She reached into her bag.
“Never mind now. I don’t like
to lose sleep. See you in the
morning”.
The door slammed decisively
and Martha returned to the trailer.
There were other cars and trailers
in the camp, but she seemed to De
the only tenant awake at this hour
of the night.
* • *
Perhaps, Martha told herself she
had been foolish to run away from
the hotel and not wait until morn
ing to come to the Bridge Auto
Park. But when she had disengaged
herself from Gerry Neal’s arms and
escaped into the solitude of her
roam she knew that she mustn’t see
him again. He would be telephoning
in the morning, perhaps even that
night—and she had to get away to
think.
Since they had reached San
Francisco the quick turn oi events
had anaesthetized her own feeling
for Gerry Neal. But his swift,
uncontrolled confession there in
the hotel hallway had precipitated
a condition which Martha did not
yet want to face. Hurriedly she
checked out of the hotel, fearing
every moment that Neal would
try to stop her. Within 15 min
utes she was speeding in the little
coupe to reclaim the trailer where
Neal had left it earlier in the day.
The Bridge Auto Park proved
to be an excellent location for dis
playing the merits of the Airspeed.
On one of the main arterials for
both north and southbound traf
fic, it drew many a curious motor
ist attracted by the streamlined
trailer. With these, as well as
with t he occupants of the auto
park itself, Martha was kept busy.
At the end of the day she had
pointed out the merits of the
trailer to scores of prospects,
handed out as many advertising
leaflets. And that night she made
her report to Arnold Sloss, grate
ful for a task to keep her mind
occupied.
That day and me next she
atayed on at the Bridge Auto Park.
Brain Twizzlers
By Prof. J. ». Flint
^ ARt YOU
AN OLD
GRAD?.
DO ,
I LOOK
LIKE A
ERESUMAN?
At a university reunion a bunch
of alumni were gathered together
talking over their college days and
whoopftig it up for auld lang syne—
One successful young business man
turned to a classmtae and said,
“Joe, remember that chemistry-lab
partner you had, that we called
Pussbudget and who used to beat
you at tennis until you got so mad
you wouldn’t play anymore? Well,
I saw Pussbudget crossing the Main
street bridge the other day with a
little boy. A few yards ahead was
Micky Martin. Bill Smith was with
me and he said Micky was the fa
ther of Pussbudget’s little boy. To
gn&ke it more complicated, Micky
■n’t married." “That's easy” said
joe, here’s the answer.” What was
Answer to Yesterday’s Twtaler
Old Ichabod married the sistci
first of course. (Copyright John F.
rhen, following Carrington’* ttin
•rary, she crossed the great bridge
nto Oakland and spent the day
here.
The three days proved a tire
some grind, and at the close of
the last Martha tumbled onto the
nade-up berth and dropped off
to sleep almost instantly. When
the opened her eyes the sun was
streaming into the trailer. But
It was not the sunshine which had
iwakened her. There had been
i distant tapping at the rear win
dow. Looking up she saw the
milling face of Gerry Neal.
“Breakfast ready?”
• • •
At the sound of his voice, Mar
tha’s heart rose in her throat and
whirred mere like a frightened
ijuall. She knew in that magic mo
ment that all along she had want
ed him to follow her — and been
ifraid he might not. She knew that
despite all her anger and all her
suspicions, she had wanted to see
him again.
Hurriedly she drew on her
dressing gown, and went to the
window.
"I’ll wait 10 minutes,” Gerry told
her. “Just one cigaret.”
“How did you know where to
And me?”
Neal grinned. “You showed me
your Itinerary. And I’ve known
where you were. When I found
you’d left the hotel I telephoned
Lhe Bridge Auto Park. I was
mighty relieved when they said
you were there. I was afraid per
haps you’d started north against
my advice. You leave this morn
ing, don’t you?”
“I should have left an hour
ago.”
“You mean we should,” Neal
smiled. “Better start the coffee.”
Without answering, Martha turn
ed from the window. It was nearer
20 minutes than 10 when she had
dressed and made toast and coffee.
But near the opened trailer door
Neal was still waiting patiently.
"All set?”
“You’re invited to breakfast,”
Martha said. “But not to go with
me. And I’ll have to hurry.”
Neal entered the trailer and sat
down before the table, watching
her pour the coffee. "You don’t
mean that.”
“I do, though. I’ve a job to do.
You’ve said that the best thing for
me is to keep on for the Airspeed
Trailer Company. I can do that
by myself. And you’re no help
ing me to find Betty.”
» • •
He was silent a moment, still
watching her deft hands. “Your
next stop is at Eureka, isn’t it?”
"Yes.”
“There’re some lonely stretches
on those northern California roads.
You’d better let me come along.”
Martha sat down, pushed the
lever on the automatic toaster.
“San Francisco seems really boom
ing. Why don’t you try to find a job
and settle down?”
“My Job is to see you out of
this.” He reached across the table,
took her hand, holding it tightly
"Look here, Martha—that night at
the hotel I stopped pretending.
Why don’t you stop it, too?”
“I — I don’t know what you
mean.”
_4nmJ
/Cafe Hawkina hat at last got hold
et somethin’ practical; he’s tryin’ to
develop a table knife that’ll hold
peat.
The flood prevention projects ain’t
yet been able to stop the flow of tax
payers money.
“Ym, you do, Martha. You
raven't the slightest reason to be
ieve In me, but you have believed
n me. I’ve been evasive and se
jretlve, but you’ve trusted me.
Nhy? Why have you done that?”
"Because I want to find Betty,?
Martha said.
Meal shook his head. “No, Mar
tha. Your judgment tells you that
irou should report me to the police,
tsk them to Investigate Betty’s dis
appearance and broadcast a des
cription of Speddon and his car.
Isn’t that true?”
"Yes . . . It’s true.” Martha
sprang upward from the table.
"It’s true—and that’s what I’m go
ing to do!”
(Te Be Continued)
JAPAN TO EXHIBIT ART
Tokyo (UP)—Japan Is planning
an Invasion of foreign countries
with representative exhibits of the
atrical art. Two export productions
are being prepared. Both are Ka
bukl of classical drama, but the
manner of presentation Is vastly
different.
TEN YEARS FOR 50 CENTS
Hamilton, Ont. (UP)—John Gor
don was sentenced here to 10 years
In penitentiary far the safe robbery
of a local bread factory. His ac
complice, Roy Watt, got two years.
The robbery netted him 50 cents.
FILLERS— NNNNNNNNNN
RAILOAD INVITES IDEAS
Victoria, Australia (UP)—The
government railways Instead of
waiting for camplaints announced
a willingness to receive suggestions.
To date 32,792 Ideas have been sub
mitted of which 5,636 have been
adopted.
DANCING IS “MUST COURSE
Medford, Mass. (UP)—Modernistic
dancing has been made a “must”
course at Jackson College. It is a
compulsory part of Grace Lincks’
physical education course.
' STORIES IN
STAMPS
BY I S KtEIN
Rescuer of
Dying
Explorers #%
^w*w*<rr
r IEUT A. w GREELY, Ameri
^ can soldier and explorer, had
reached farthest north in 1892,
and, with his band of 24 men.
awaited a reliet ship. None came
that year, none the next. He with
drew 400 miles south in search of
supplies, and found none. His
men began to die of cold and hun
ger Only seven remained, when
relief came. Commodore Winfield
Scott Schley had sailed 1400
miles through menacing ice packs,
to bring back the Greely survivors.
For this, and for his participa
tion in the Battle of Santiago Bay
during the, Spanish-American
War, is Schley remembered. Bora
•n 1839. he had moved up gradu
ally with active service in foreign
waters, until, after the war. he
was made rear admiral His
record was marred by severe
criticism of an unfortunate ma
neuver which he had ordered dur
ing the Santiago encounter, and
which delayed the American vic
tory He died in 1911. at the age
Of 72
His photo appears with those of
Admirals Dewey and Sampson on
the new navy 4-cent stamp. •
U. S—1937
Navy series
Admirals Dewey,
Sampson and Schley •
4c gray
(Copyright. 193’ NEA Service. Inc )
NEXT: Stamp news. 23
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