Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1916-11-10

er until his lips rested lightly for an
instant on the curls. June, looking
in the opposite oval of mirror, ,aw
everything.
At the almost imperceptible touch
of his lips to her hair she felt her
breath come and go quickly Some
thing strange - something terrifying
yet blissfully happy-dawned all at
once in her soul.
"June!" he breathed, tensely, bend
ing over until his face was close to
hers. June! My"
There was a step in the hallway.
Mary appeared; lettering, as If with
out purpose, Just outside the open
library doors. The spell was broken.
June came to herself with a start, as
though from some wonderful dream.
III am afraid 1t is rather late" said
Lamar, forcing a commonplace tone
into his agitated voice. Good night,
Miss Travis. / am glad to have been
able to get back your pendant for you.
And I'm sorry to have had to tell you
your reformed friend, Sam Eagan, is
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Justice. Good night"
Patrolman O'Hara-newest member
Of Surfton's diminutive police force
was walking his beat in disconsolate
frame OF mind. Patrolman OHara
was in love. The brilliant summer
moon, tonight, brought him momen.
tary visions of the girl he wanted to
marry. But common sense brought him
far more clear visions of her obdurate
old father who would not hear of such
a marriage until Patrolman O'Hara
should win promotion.
Patrolman O'Hara sighed. Luck
was lodging him. That was certain.
Yet he was forever looking for
chances to distinguish himself For
instance, only this very evening, a
circular about a famous metropolitan
crook had arrived at the Surfton po-
lice station. OHara had read it six
times. He had studied the picture OF
the crooks face until he felt he would
know it mile away.
Patrolman O'Hara turned a corner
and came to a standstill as abruptly
as If he had run into a stone wall.
Fifty feet ahead of him was an all
night lunchroom-the only place on
the block whose window lights were
still burning.
In front of the lunchroom was a
blackboard menu, setting forth the de
lights OF various stodgy dainties al
comfortably low price.
And, In the full flare OF the window
light. his hat pushed back on his fore
head, stood a man, hungrily reading
the menu.
Patrolman O'Hara had not studied
that police circular for nothing At
glance he recognized the man beside
the blackboard menu. 1t was the
crook whose rogue's gallery photo
graph was reproduced on the circular.
1t was Smiling Sam" Eagan.
Patrolman O'Hara had visions
again-this time visions of swift pro.
motion. His chance had come! He
stepped forward.
At sight of him Eagan wheeled and
began to shuttle away into the com
street. That was quite enough for
Patrolman O'Hara. With shout, he
gave chase.
Sam, at sound of the quickened
steps behind him, broke into a run.
Patrolman O'Hara's last doubt van.
ished.
Long legs must ever win a race
against short Speedily Patrolman
O'Hara gained upon his quarry, as
Sam dashed aimlessly up one street
and down another. Presently he was
almost within an arms length of the
putting fugitive. Another ten seconds
and his hand would be on Eagans
collar.
Halt" bawled OHara. Halt, or
I'll shoot"
Sam turned in at the entrance OF
an alley and with a final squirt of
speed ran up the alleyway, O'Hara
close behind. The policeman's finger
was on the trigger. He lacked the pa
tience to run his winded man down.
Instead, he made good his threat by
firing again. Purposely he aimed high
but he was no marksman, and the
effect of his bullet filled him with the
widest CONSERVATION.
For Smiling Sam" swerved sharply
In his run, gave coughing cry, stag
gered forward upon his knees, half
rose, then tumbled prone upon his
face In the mud of the alley
Good Lord" groaned Patrolman
O'Hara, suddenly unnerved and shak-
en- with nausea, I've killed HIM! I've
I've murdered a mani"
He stuck the pistol into his belt
and went forward to where the inert
body lay. Hesitatingly he turned the
huge, lifeless bulk over on its back
and stopped to feel'the heart.
And in the very same moment the
murdered man came to life.
Patrolman O'fIara felt himself
clutched by sinewy, thick hand,
whose fingers dug deep into his throat
Eagan, with his other hand, wrenched
the pistol from OHara's belt and
transferred it to his own pocket.
Then, with both hands and arms and