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PAGE SIX \R£X-J£222£L* CHAPTER 41 BLAIR’S THOUGHTS were full of Janet as he ran alojg. She loved him! He forgot he 'was hung ry, and that his head throbbed with a dull con tinuous ache. . . . Janet loved him! And he was coming back for her at daylight. He did not quite understand why she could not coine with him now • . • i but she had insisted on staying, had told niin she was safe, all right. That only he was in danger. It seemed somewhat reasonable i after her information that Miss Boisevain had died. . . . Now and then he looked back, thinking he would see Rajah bound- i ing after him. The woods were very still, however, and only a little wind was stirring the firs, making a soft, sighing sound. i He had dropped his iron bar when • he had taken Janet in his arms . . and now If anything happened he ■ w-ould have no way of defending himself, for he had not stopped to retrieve the weapon. He was winded before he had gone far, but dared not stop to rest. Slow ing his pace, he took the road more leisurely, his thoughts still on Janet. ; and her pale face as she had looked up at him in the moonlight. Before he knew it. he was at the ] gate and had to retrace his steps to ■ the side road where Janet had told i him the can. was standing. He ] found it easily, well hidden among i the trees, absolutely invisible from the road. Still rather breathless from his 1 run, he backed out the roadster, and started on his way to Boisevain. 1 Only a few diin lights told him he was there. '• Before doing anything else, he de cided he should have a doctor look at his head. While the wound might 1 only be a small one, still there %vas 1 danger of it being serious. It was 1 not long before he had located a doc- < tor and had awakened him. Blair gritted his teeth and bit his lips while the doctor washed the wound, and then took three stitches in it. . “You’ve lost a lot of blood, man!” he said as he worked quickly, re- ; bandaging Blair’s head. « “I know.” “You ought to stay in bed several : days while this heals. Or if you can’t do that, be quiet.” 1 “Can't,” Blair answered noncom- < mittally. “I’d feel fine if I had some thing to eat. And there’s not a res taurant open in Boisevain.” : The doctor in his bathrobe and slippers led him to the kitchen where he told Blair to help himself. “You are hungry!” he exclaimed when he saw how eagerly his strange patient devoured a leg of • chi< ken and two pieces of pie he had found in the ice box. “Rather! I’ve had only part of a Completing Great Union of Methodists Bishop Mouzon V,Dr. Broomfield , Bishop McDowell * Largest Protestant denomination in U. S. will be result of union of Methodist Episcopal Church (Northers branch), Methodist Episcopal Church, South, and Methodist Protestant Church, which is being worked out a by 45 commissioners headed by Bishop Edwin Mouzon, Bishop William F. McDowell and Dr. John Broomfield. Combined church will have £,000,000 communicants and 20,000,000 constituents. (Central Press) NEW HEADS OF YOUNG DEMOCRATS % j 2 a Frank Wickhem Mrs. Louise Galleher New president and vice president of the Young Democratic Clubs of America are Frank Wickhem, of Sioux Falls, S. D., and Mrs. Louise Galleher, of Leesburg, Va., respectively. Wickhem and Mrs. Galleher were elected at the meeting of the national organization in Milwaukee. It was to this gathering that President Roosevelt ad dressed his radio speech, urging youth to challenge methods of th« old order. loaf ot bread today . . . and some broth and a sand vicli last night." When he finished he sat thinking a moment. Then he asked. “Where does McClure live? The man who keeps the garage?” The doctor told him. whereupon Blair left after paying him more than liberally. McClure's house he found easily from the doctor’s directions. It was on the main road, some few blocks from his garage. The man came sleepily’ to the door, after Blair had rung the bell for 10 minutes. "You!” He was wide awake when he recognized his guest. "Yes. Why are you so aston ished ?” ‘Thought you had left town with Miss Lord. Come in.” Blair walked into the front room and sat down. “What made you think I had left town?” “Why, Smith who keeps the hotel where you stayed had a letter from you late this afternoon, saying you had left Boisevain with Miss Lord. He was to forward your things to Vancouver.” "I didn't write it.” “**>u didn’t write it! I think he's already sent your things away! Thought it was kind of funny of you not to come to see me before you left, but then. I thought maybe it was all right, too. and that you had decided you had enough of this queer Boisevain business. What happened to your head?” “Somebody split it open at the house ... up there.” Blair pointed up the road. "Mmm. I told you not to go up there.” “I’m going back in a little while, and you’re going with me!” “Not on your life!” “I got away all right. Miss Lord helped me. And I’ve got to go back for her. She wouldn’t let me take her when I left. But she told me to come back at daylight. I might need help, so I want you.” “Who bashed you in the head?” “I didn’t see who it was.” “Then you expect me to go up there?” “There’s no danger, now, Miss Lord said. Miss Boisevain died during the day.” "Died! My God! And that girl’s up there alone, with only dumb Nita!” McClure left the room, and came back in a few minutes fully dressed. “She isn’t up there alone, Mc- Clure,” Blair said. “Nita and she aren’t the only ones up there. There’s someone else. A man, I think.” “A man!” "Yes, no woman could have hit me like this . . . and besides when it hap pened Nita and Miss Boisevain and Janet, Miss Lord, were all in the liv ing room. I had stepped into an other room when I was struck." i “You must be mistaken.” ZSIOEnsGN, u?- w SAioT Dior aTCH, WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 28, 1985 “Cut Cm i.oi. T*“ e. ?—iJl is in that house!” “Well, let's be on our way. Y7Y;‘ have to stop for an undertaker. . . .' “Miss Lord didn’t say anything about an undertaker. . • “What do you think we ought to do then?” "Go alone first.” “All right.” "And say. McClure, have you a gun? I’ve an empty revolver, noth ing el.-,e.” Without a word, McClure left the room again and returned with two old shotguns. “We ll take your car. It’s faster.’’ At the garage they stopped at Blair’s suggestion, while McClure filled the roadster with gas and oil. “Battery isn’t any too good . . ." the mechanic said as Blair started the car. “Maybe we’d better change it. . . .” This took a few minutes longer. Finally with Blair at the wheel, they started. McClure was holding the two shot guns between his knees, his face grim, his eyes on the road ahead. They were at the gate, soon, and Blair slid out of his seat to open it. He remembered distinctly that he had left it open purposely when he had driven away ... to make his entrance back easier. “Somebody has closed this sine® I came out,” he grumbled as he got back in the car. McClure said noth ing. . This errand was not to his lik ing. But if Miss Boisevain were dead ... it was the least he could do. The car bounced over the bridge and went up the narrow road to the house. Blair felt reassured when he saw a dim light creeping through the window blinds in the living room. Janet was waiting for him! It was not dawn yet . . . but he could not have waited until dawn. “Somebody’s up,” McClure offered, looking around for the dog. At the porch, Blair stopped the car and jumped out. “Better not go so gayly,” the other man warned. “That dog. . . .” “You stay in the car, with one gun cocked. If you see the hound, shoot, and shoot fast!” Blair said over his shoulder. However, Rajah was not in sight. The place seemed still and apparent ly deserted, except for the light in the living room. “I’ll keep the motor running!” Mc- Clure called, as he stepped on the starter. Blair walked swiftly tc the door which he had twice entered. He tapped softly on the wood, then waited for an answer. If Janet were in . . . there . . . she would hasten to the door! No one came, so he rapped again, this time louder. Impatient, he put his hand on the knob. It turned easily and the door opened. “Door’s open! I’m going in!” he called to McClure. /TO BE COX TIN V ED) Mourns Sweetheart Roger Thibadreau Roger Thibadreau, above, mourns the loss of his sweetheart, 17- year-o!(' Florence Grenier,, who was slain in Biddeford, Me. The girl’s nude body was found buried beneath rubbish in a dump. The head was bashed in. Alexander Cloutier, 25-year-old saw mill em ploye, who was charged with the •laying, entered a • plea, of not guilty when arraigned. ROOSEVELT STILL RARIN’ TO GO ***** 1 f • $ x President Roosevelt This new photo of President Roosevelt reveals that the chief execu tive, who has worked harder than any of his aides in congress, still looks hale and hearty. The president soon will take a trip throughout the southwest and west to examine public works projects and to make ft few speeches, Scene of Polygamy Trials Mohave County courthouse (below), at Kingman, Ariz., will be scene of trials of members of colony of religious polygamists discovered in mountains nearby, by County Prosecutor E. Elmo Bolling (above), whu investigated “plural wives” in families on relief rolls. Mrs. Nancy Thiele (above), county school superintendent, found children in community high in intelligence. (Central Press) r .... . ! .I, I SKELETON KEY IN OUR YARD TODAY; DO YOU SUPPOSE WE HAVE a SKE.L_E.TON tN OUR CLOStT OPAU TENNEY TITUSVILLE, RESINA DEAR NOAH= IF AL-L_ THE BANDSMEN STOF* AT OMR HOTEL, CAM WE CALL. »T THE HORN-INN? GEO VOCHORKA- ST. PAUL, MINN. DEAR NOAH = WHERE. DOES A HOG GET HIS * SPARE RIBS HowiE brown xT !VTO\- E DO/ O OQN T FORGET MOftH 1 SgNi>*N_ANjbdy Wife Preserver. A basic recipe for cookies call* for one cup sugar, cup shortening, two eggs, one-fourth teaspoon salt, two and one-half cups flour, two teaspoons baiting powder, three tablespoons milk or water/ You can vary this recipe by adding, apices, nuts, cocoanuL or chocolate, or baking in different forma. Has Baby, Then Trial ’ ' Mrs. Nellie T. Muench Mrs. Nellie T. Muench, 43-year- Md alleged “finger woman” in the 1931 abduction of Dr. Isaac Dec Kelley, St. Louis physician, hai become a mother on the eve oi her trial at Mexico, Mo. She is charged with aiding four police characters in the abduction of Dr. Kelley. Mrs. Muench is the wife of Dr. Ludwig O. Muench, who disclosed that a son was born to his wife. He has repeatedly as serted her innocence. Her trial is scheduled to begin Sept. 2. Al though wed 23 years, this is the first child of the Muenchs. NORMA MILLEN TRIES TO FORGET Norma Brighton MiUaa and father Back at her Natick, Mass., home for the first tfvne since her release from the Dedham, Mass., jail, where she served 1G months as an accessory to a Needham, Mass., bank murder, Norma Brighton .Mil len rests with her father, the Rev. Norman Brighton, in the garden of their home. Norma’s husband, Merton Millen, his brother and their nal were executed for the crime. GIRL ENTERS DEADLY GUN BATTLE (0 ♦ w James Hunt Miss Blanche Stamp Seeing her friend, Chester Noland of Savannah, Mo., shot down on the streets of Macon, Mo., by another man in a jealous rage, Miss Blanche Stamp picked up the slain man’s gun and blazed away. He ran for his life, but surrendered the following day. He is James Hunt, 48, a Macon county farmer, who has been held on a first degree murder charge. Police say he believed Mi.'-i- S amp ha spurned him. She was shot in the leg during the melee. Wife Helped Police Snare Him By watching movements of his wife, New York detectives found VVi |K Y. Peterson, New York stockbroker accused of being modern 1 °" z Milwaukee and caused his arrest. He’ll face charges ot defraud* hundreds of persons, mostly women, of $1,000,000 by promising l»» b ' return on their investments. The Petersons are shown He May Beat Pension Barrier I * ■ :W : Despite repeated vetoes of additional payments to veterans in general Sergt. Michael Donaldson (left), may receive SIO,OOO outright and a month pension from government. Rep. John W. McCormick (right!, of Massachusetts is sponsor of bill providing for these payments U recognition of Donaldson’s outstanding war record