East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1916-10-30

nishap.
"Rest!" Clayton bads his model.
Then going across to meet Harold, 10
exclaimed:
TITS awfully decent Of you to drop
down down on Us like this whon
you're 50 busy. Have a drink"
''WaitI" called Vanya, running into
the adjoining kitchenette. 'TTl gst
the highballs for you. Men are 90
awkwardl'
A minute later she came back
bearing a tray containing three
glasses, sIphon and q little bowl
Of cracked ice.
men are awkward, eh?" scofgod
Clayton. How about womenP
You've actually poured the Scotch
into the glasses instead of bringing
us the bottle"
Il did It," she defended Herself,
because you both would take too
much if left you pour 1t yourselves"
who's getting the misses and
chiIdren's size drink?" he asked.
pointing to one glass which had bare
ly a spoonful Of whisky in 1t.
That's mine," she announced. Il
hate the smelly, singing stuff, so I
take as little as possible. Say when"
The glasses were charged, and Clay.
ton raised his to his lips. Stanley
reached for the glass Vanya had
filed for him, and lifted 1t abruptly.
Generations Of men have wondered
why q seemingly useless THO Of but
tons are sewn on each sleeve Of q
coat.
One Of them caught on the edge Of
tho table as he lifted his arm 10
drink. The jerk knocked the giasB
out Of his hand, and it smashed on
the Hocr, caScadinG his boots with
Scotch and carbonic.
'Rottenly careless Of mel~ he
apologized, I'm sorry"
Never mind" consoled Vanyas
I'm get you another"
mo, thanks" he said. u must run
en- l Just dropped in to say hello
Bob, you're looking better than eg-
pected. Good-by."
He went out; just as Robert Clay
ton slumped down into an armchair
IN a drugged sleep.
A little earlier, Florence Montroso
received a note, brought to her by n
man in chauffeur's livery and whose
car waited at the port cochere She
recognized Harold Stanley's strong
handwriting and. opening the enve-
Iope. she read:
II am in terrible trouble, here at
the old Lent house, ! can't explain In
this note. But, for the sake Of ell
our old time friendship beg you to
help me by coming here at once. The
bearer Of this note, can be trusted.
He win bring you TO me, In his car.
II. g."
Impulsively, the girl obeyed the inn
ploring summons from her old play
fellow. Thrusting the note hurriedly
into the bosom Of her dress, she ran
upstairs for her hat and gloves. The
note fell from its resting place as she
ran, and 1t lay (unnoticed by the ex-
cited girD on the foorway Of the
lower hall.
And there, Ave minutes later. Har-
old Stanley found 1t.
GNALAAANJt AINAlhAE1 NAAE 4AVAAAOhL
home, to take Florence with him to
the Lent house, stood waiting in the
hall, while servant went upstairs to
look for her. There his eye fell idly
on the twisted sheet Of paper.
THE Lent house!" he shouted to
his chauffeur. Break every speed
law in the statute books, and get me
there!"
Florence meantime had made good
time in the strange car that had come
for her. Once, as they neared the
Bronx, she CHANGED to look back, and
saw in the distance a gray roadster
caIeening along in a cloud Of its own
dust at break-neck pace. But she was
TOO much troubled as TO Harold Stan
ley's fate 10 give the whiriing gray
car a second thought.
Presently her automobile stopped
in front Of the dilapidated Lent
house. She jumped out, hurried up
the weed-grown walk and entered the
hovel, the chauffeur at her heels.
Just inside the door she was con-
fronted by a man she had never be-
fore seen. In his hands he held sew
eral lengths Of tough silken cord. As
her eyes fell on Tanner the chauffeur
seized her from behind and strove to
force a gag into her mouth. while
Tanner, striding forward, caught
both her hands and began to wind
one OF the cords around her wrists.
The girl struggled flriously in the
grasp OF the two. A second later she
rna. 4 81 into NaA
house, whirlwind fashion. And she
had a glimpse Of Harold Stanley as
the latter flung himself upon Tan
ner.
The chauffeur. loosing his hold on
Florence, advanced toward the bat
tlng men and put his hand to his
pistol pocket. Florence, scarce know
ing what she did. snatched up an
earthen jar from the floor beside her
and brought it down with all her
sinuous young strength upon the
, chauffeur's head.
He fell like a dead man under the
blow. Tanner, beneath the impetus
Of Stanley's fist, sprawled alongside
, his confederate less than "A second
later.
"Come!" said Stanley. throwing a
protecting arm around Florence ant
drawing her out OF the house will
, him. Let's get away from this whllt
, the getting is still good. Ther'
, may be a dozen more OF those chap
: around here"
He helped her into the car, whic
3 sped on with them from the perilou
I vicinity, not o second too soon.
a Tanner, at the same time, scran
!. bling. panic-strickon. 70 his feet. and
r without a backward look at his un
conscious comrade. bolted out Of u
n hut's back door and plunged at fa
A speed through the tangle OF briaE
\ that lay behind IL.
! As he ran. an explosion sent hif
|. tumbllnE 70 earth again. with a ~
fnR n4ovr,a ~ dnhPfs Mailing him a