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IW RsDAY; NOVEMBER 21, 1938 R —— P ~ f HoY \ ] - o @ The =1 DEN_EEATHER by Robert Bruce @~ O s NEASetiontnc. el nNERE TODAY Jeans Dunn delays her ans qwer when Bobbly Wallace asks er t narry him. At The nolden Feather night club she ‘: ots Sandy Harkins whose ousiness -connection is vague, c ntroduced Bobby and ;r‘ Mr. and Mrs. Lewis. Bobby sells sorne bonds for Lew who buys a car ' Larry Glenn, federal agent, L %) g Wingy Lewis, bank “obb He learns about the saction and questions Bobb Larry believes the car Lowis bought'is armored. Bob py undertakes to find out. grees to a secret en gagement with Sandy. The pank of which her father is oresident is robbed and Larry ;wn a search for the robbers. Jean goes to see Sandy who has been injured. He and the Lew'ses are staying at a farm house. She soon finds herself a prisoner. The whole party leaves. the farm. Meanwhile Larry has discov eded Jean is with the robbers. He and his ‘men reach the house where the gang is stay ing. ow GO ON WITH THE STORY e e S——— . HAPTER XLI wrd brought Jean the house, she felt jueer paralysis of the nded on her, mak ssible for her either to feel any longer. She vutomatieally, dully tream weariness but ow, to feel that it ) JdCil., Q the worst, now. She is of the Red. Jack -1 nost notorious, dan \ ous gang eof man continent—she, Jean 1 thought it a wick- I rk to poke her nose n Feather night their power, and i omised to marry ( rang, and there chance’ that she S ulong, until at last h woods into ) old house loom=- Isanely-designed M star-flecked S In 'lts rooms ough the night. urface of the lake 0 lit here and 1 of reflected star eeze was rising, and entle rustling of ree v silky wash of e beach. ductd her straight ) and marched her up into the hall He ith her, his gun unde: B waited ~ A door openied ! 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ULF STATES STEEL COMPANY EithNGHAM, ALABAMA el W ‘(,/.///// HEETS /< ‘ 7o /] / !/ Christian Hardware °97 East Broad Street Athens, Ga. “What're you doing in here?” he lnsked. “I thought you were sup | posed to be a lookout, up the road. i What's the idea coming in here?” | The man hastily gestured oward | Jean, ' “Honest, chief, I had to come [in," he said. ‘“She was takin’' it on {the lam up through the woods, [rml I figured—" | “Oh, you figured,” said Jackson. i “If I can ever get some of you pin | heads ‘to remember that I'm sup- I posed to do the figuring around | here . . . well, let it go. Go on ‘ back there now, lunkhead, and the ?ne‘xt time you find anyhody wan ;(!vrinp' around loose give us a cail '-»—don‘c come in yourself.” . | { The guard departed, obviously ! relieved to get away with no Worse‘ (rebuke than this. Jean was left alone, facing America’s Number‘ One public enemy. He eyed her coldly, his washed*‘ } ont eyves seeming more lifeless thanl tever in the dim lamplight. { “Just where was you going?” he j asked her. | | She gestured helplessly with one [hand. i “Back—to town,” she said. [ “Back to town? What town?” i “Oh—" again she moved one { hand in a meaningless gesture. { “Any town. I don’t know. I just | walitéd to ge away.” , l He looked at her silently for a | | moment. “Why?” i “I—l didn’t know what I'd got linto,” she said. t “Oh. And now you do know, you " don’t like it. Is that it?” | s 1’ She nodded. Standing under his! linhuman stare, she felt that she knew just how a bird felt when it Ilooked, helpless, into the hynotiz y ing eyes of a snake. “Wat's the matter with us, any how?”’ said Jackson. “Why don't you like us? We're nice people.” His voice was edged with clum sy sarcasm. She made no reply. “You like that boy friend of‘ vours first rate, don’t you?” he con tinued. “You went for him plenty,‘ 1 understand, before this.” Her heart sank, as she realized! that this, indeed, was the very worst thing about it; that she had let herself in tor all of it by giv ing way to a senseless infatuation for Sandy Harkins. She had dis carded the honest and loyal affec tion of a youth like Bobby Wallace to cast her fortunes with an out law! She found herself nodding mis erably. “Well, what’s the matter, then?” asked Jackson. “He’s just as nice now as he was before. Still brush c¢s his hair the same way and wears the same kind of clothes. Looks just the same and talks just the same, Youll get along with him fine. . . J“And with thé rest of us, too. You just got to get used to us,. that’s all.” She shook her head. “I can’'t” she whispered. He looked her over from head to foot with slow, cur icus deliberation. “Oh, yes you can,” he said, ‘l'll tell you this, siser. When you put in with him, you put in with all of us. And uttin’ in’s a lot easier than pullin’ out again. You're stickin’, now—for always. And don't forget it.” A door opened, and Sandy him self came into the hall. He looked from Jean to Jackson in unspoken inquiry. “Your girl friend,” said Jackson “thinks she wants to go home. You talk her out of it. You're kind of gifted that way.” He turned to go, and added in a rasping voice, “Or kick the daylights out of her, if that's easier. I don't care.” He went away and left her ‘'in the cavernous old hallway, with its dark woodwork, its old-fashion ed chandellier and its dim light. Sandy came over and put a hand on her shoulder. “What's the matter, kid?” he asked. She felt drained of all emo tion, so that she was able to look up at him dispassionately—to look up into his tanned, handsome face and to wonder what she hed ever seen in it to quicken her pulse and disturb her dreams. “I don’t suppose,” she said, “that it's any use reminding you how you've lied to me and deceived me and—" “Not a bit,” said Sandy blithely. “Not a bhit of use. You see, I wanted vou—bad. And—" “And that was the only way you could get me,” she said bitterly. Sandy was unabashed. “You got to take what you want in the only way you can git it, in this world,” he said. “Oh. And you wanted—me.” “Yep. And got you.” Suddenly he grinned. “Oh, .it won't be so bad.” he said. “You liked me first-rate, before. Didn’t you? You know you did. What the aell! We'll get along fine. T'ts just a matter of getting used to the idea, that's all.” . “I can never get used to it,” she gaid. “I don’t propose to try” His eves narrowed slightly, and he stood facing her with both hands on her shoulders. “] got a ven for you, kid, the first time I - saw you,” he said “You had a yen for me, too. Don't try to kid me. You did. Well—" He grinned, unexpectedly, and put one hand to his bandaged shoulder. “Phis is coming along fine,” he said. “In a day or so T'll be as good as ever. Then we'll see if you don't feel like you used to.” He slid his hands covtetously along her arms. Her cheeks flamed and she jerked away from him. “Don’'t touch me! Don’t ever— ever again!” she cried. She ran for the stairway, expecting to hear him pounding after her, to feel him ’ 1 er e { ‘,I Men’s and Boys’ Lumberjacks M‘l E. Clayton St. 2 :a,'g | ARM - RIVRE 5 < Jerking her bhack to him, But he [cnly stayed there, laughing at her. . “11l touch you plenty,” he said. l‘Don’t forget, baby—you're in the mob as much as any of us, now. - You might as well make the best iof it. And the best of it's me!” ~ She ran upstairs and fled to the room that had been assigned to her. Once inside, she hastily lock ed the door; then she dropped on the bed, wishing that she could ease her emotions with a torrent of tears but finding herself utterly unable to do so. She ‘did not know how long she stayed there, staring up, wide-eyed, into the darkness overhead, while a thousand self-reproaches raced through her mind. At last, unable from sheer nervousness to lie still any longer, she got up and walked aimlessly to the window. There she slumped down on the floor, her chin resting on the window sill. The wind had risen, and she could hear the waves beating on the shore of the lake quite plainly row. There was a moon, too, peer ing through a thin cloud-rack and filling the clearing with a misty, ghostly half-light. For a long time she remained there despondentyl looking down at the unkempt lawn. . Then, in the shadow beyond the carriage "hoilse, ™M “movement caught her eye. She looked more closely. A man ‘was walking around the outbuilding, coming up the path toward the house. Thére was some thing familiar about him—some thing about the way he held his head, the way he walked . . . - He came closer and closer, walk ing steadily up to the house, and as Jean looked down she recog nized him-—and thought that her heart would stop beating from sheer, overpowering joy. For the man was Larry Glenn. He held a pistol in one hand, and he stalked up onto the porch, where she could no longer see him, and hammered thunderously on the great oaken; door. J “I am a Department of Justice agent, and we have the place sur rounded,” he called out in a loud voice. “If you'll come out peace ably, no one will be hurt.” There was a tense silence. Then somewhere below, came the crash of a gun going off, and another, and another. Quick spurts of flame stabbed through the darkness be yond the lawn. Larry Glenn leap ed down from the porch and slip ped behind a tree trunk near the corner of the house. A racket more intense and fiendish than anything Jean had ever dreamed of split {the night air—shots, yells, the evil spat of bullets against stone, the splintering of woodwork, the angling crash of broken win dows— : Anq then, from sheer excéss of nerve strain, Jean Dunn fell to the floor in a faint. (To Be Continued) R e e SCHOOL LUNCH KITS ® 154 E. Clayton St. DUCKETT'S ARMY STORE y ’ EVERYBODY’S TALKING...ABOUT CAMEL’S COSTLIER TOBACCOS! eLI R o 8 & T o . 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