The Dermott news., 1916-07-13
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l too, or course, adueu the ChSl, turn i ing back to Lamar, but there's not much use in that. He's too slick to hang around here. He'll beat it for the nearest out-of-town hiding place and lie low there till it's safe to travel l farther.
 And in Smiling Sams' case. the chief had diagnosed the procedure
 with the skill of a mind reader Sam. hastening through the yard at 1 Tom Dunns heels, had prudertly al | lowed his lookout" to pass through the gate into the alley in front of him.
 He himself had fingered for a moment. so that Dunn might prove for him
 whether or not the coast was clear. 1 At first sound of the scufiie, Sam
 had darted back from the half-closed 1 gate and across the yard through the rear doorway of the tumbledown 1 house that adjoined his own. | Always prepared for emergencies he had snatched up his hat and coat as
 he had left the shop. on the approach of Lamar and the officers. Now, in the hallway of the house he shed his apron. threw 1t down coal
 hole, put on the coat and hat, and very
 sedately walked cut of the front door. 1 just beyond the entrance to his own shop and thence down the street to | the railroad yards.
 | Presently his route took him past | line of freight cars. When he came to ! ar empty" he clambered inside and ! shut the big reddish door behind him.
 Late that night his car was coupled with thirty others and puffed out of the yard. Early next day the freight train rumbled slowly past a suburban | station and on into the sand-swept waste beyond.
 Sam. through a crack in his side door pullman had kept rigid tabs on the trains general direction. And now he knew just where he was. He had caught a glimpse of the stations s sign;
 "Surfton -hy.the-Sea.
 X brilliant idea struck him An idea that brought him to his feet with a bound and. tugging open the sliding | door of the car. he leaped out. "This'u be worth a dozen reg lar hide-out places 10 me he chuckled. l Just let me find Juno Travis and
 spring the right sort of hard luck | whine, and she'll help ma out, all right all right"
 Meanwhile. at Surfton. June Travis had just done what Mary character izcd as "a foolish. dangerous thingS if | ever there was one.
 The girl had sent the following tele | chievously to the scandalized and pro testing Mary:
 Mir. Max Lamar. SIP Blank Building:
 As your assistant in "Rec Circle" cases. 1 report monkey stolen from Italian organ grinder by girl with Red Circle on hand. Mary saw her; gives description of red hair and blue eyes. Better come down and investigate. JUNE TRAVIS. You're never going to send that crazy message?" Mary gasped. as June. pausing in their morning walk. at the ! iNtaA sNAt aPAA pAiNSs sNiiopAOA eAAN dispatch and laughingly showed 1t to her.
 For reply June handed the telegram to the desk clerk.
 Left alone on the verarda. later Juno beguiled the time for a half hour or so in jotting down notes on bits of scratch-pad paper-notes for Lamar's guidance in his hunt for the pseudo red.haired girl with blue eyes. Then. growing restless. she set out for walk along the sand at the base of the cliffs. beyond the village.
 June. full of the glory of the sky, strode along the beach with the tread of young goddess.
 Midway in her walk she stopped to watch a queer tableau on the shore, a few yards away from her. A young man and girl were standing facing each other. angry of eye, sharp or voice. quarreling violently. The man was clad in blue serge. and camera was slung from his shoulder. The woman was in white. She carried white parasol with which she was mak. ing impatient gestures Her sailor hat was adorned by an enormous bird oi paradise plume.
 At second glance June recognized the couple. They were Mir and Mrs. Lake. newlyweds. The bride was an old school friend of Junes.
 June went forward The bride rec. ognized her and greeted her eagerly.
 oh. June Travis!" exclaimed the bride. I'm so glad to see you liar " is being perfectly aSominable. What do you think hs has the nerve to want me to do? He actually wants me to throw away this gorgeous bunch of paradise feathers in my hat
 Can you blame me. Miss Travis? put in the groom, 'l belong to the nirl protortion apciatV and I'm mt