The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1916-01-07
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Continued from Yesterday
June could have wepe through sheer
despair.
She had a crazy impulse to. attack
him with her Malacca cane; OF Trying
to beat him into senselessness' she
even drew of her gloves. so as 70
WELD the stick more powerfully.
But almost at once, she saw the
stark folly of such a move. The man
was fully. six feet tall. He looked
he would undoubtedly wrench the cane
away from her and club her with his
nightstick. Moreover, the spectacle OF
a civilian attempting to thrash po-
liceman would be certain to draw
crowds-and probably other policemen.
She was helpless, despairing. And
with the blind instinct of the despair
ing, she unconsciously turned her steps
homeward.
From the business district. she and
her companion now came out into one
of the residence sections. There were
fewer people abroad here, but the
moonlit spaces were larger and there
which she could hope to dive.
Where does this cutter of yours
live, ANYHOW, Dunimy?" the policeman
was asking. lie, must do his, cutting
in this region There amt a house
around here that dent rent for an
easy 5000 year. md those that ain't
rented belong to millionaires. Where
are you steering me?'
June paused, uncertainty. This farce
could not go on nluoh@ longer Meeks
was beginning to grow suspicious.
There could no Longer he any doubt OF
desperation.
A quarter block ahead, the boule-
ward split into "Y" At the left it
continued at its present level. AT the
oh ~ r1al on
leading downward to a terraeed ave-
nue. one tier below the boulevard on
the city's hillside.
And then, as ever Of late in her mo-
mehts of direst need an inspiration
came to the girl. It was an inspira-
ton which. a week earlier. could never
by any possible chance have occurred
10 her. Indeed. even now. she found
herself dazedly marveling at iu-revolt-
ing at the idea Ii presented: yet oddly
powerless to raSist it.
Once more she to5k mp her former
brisk stride; tho grumhling Meeks
close behind her. As the" came to
the fork of the boulevard, she halted
We'll" grow!cd NIeeks, which way.
She pointed down the long hight of
marble steps. snowy In the vivid
moonlight. Tho man kesitated. Sho
His S eyes a we're ' fSed in ~" stupid wSnder
at the right hand with which she was
pointing. On the surface Of the hand
cleaned the Red CircH'; mercllessly
distinct In tire clear light.
June caught the POLICEMAN roughly
ne the orm with her other hand point-
ed again toward the terrace beneath
them, and sterted down the steps at a
run.
Fearful OF losing sight OF the pre-
cious coat, the policeman also broke
into numbering RIM. protesting:
Hey! Go easy there What's your
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Even as he spoke, June planted her
feet firmly or one broad step and came
10 an abrupt stnndstill. Meeks could
not check his Cwn speed as suddenly.
So he lunged ahead step or two.
As ne numbered mast her. Lhr girl
deftly swung her stick: holding It by
tho ferule end. The crook handle
caught Policeman MetES neatly around
At the same instant June braced her.
self and jerked backward with the
stick.
1t was a trick she had seen hockey
players use. when the referee was not
looking. Always II had worked to q
charm; but never before as complete
Policeman Meeks' six feet of height
and Policeman Meeks' 40 pounds OF
weight, driven on by his impetus, shot
forward into space; his balance ire
tTlevably lost
Policeman Meeks' body smote the
stairway about six steps farther down
bounded in air. missed a stem or two
then struck the stairway again and pro-
ceeded 10 roll rapidly down the remain
INK twenty-four steps. stopping only
when, at the bottom. II rolled into a
stone bench with force that drove
nearly every cubic inch OF breath out
OF Policeman Meek's inflated lungs.
For hare half-second the patrol.
man Law there half-stunned and breath
less. Then he scrambled groaningly Il
his feet, sore all over Before he wa!
fairly on the ground he drew his re
A glance above showed the whit,
stairway was empty. Iimping, swear
ing. moaning. he hobbled upward to thu
boulevard above. pistol in hand.
But at the summit the street In boil
directions lay vacant and silent unde
tho mood Of moonlight.
"Gone!" croaked Policeman Meeks
stu catching his breath with difficulty
"Gonei An now wottinhell will tn,
chief say to me, Lord. but sur
must "a been born on Friday"
Yama. the Travis Jap butler. was
sentimental soul. Moonlight Affecte'
him as II r. supposed to ATTEST tom
cate. But, instead OF yearning TO 81
less feline and more picturesque fash
Ion OF greeting fair Isuna's rays.
1t was Yama's custom, on moonli
nights, TO take his JaDanese flute from
his tin trunk in the storeroom and &
fare forth into the farthest reaches y
the Travis garden: there to lean pen
Eivsiy against q tree In the midst OF
clump Of shrubs and. his eyes on tn
moon, 20 plav sentimental and hideou
Japanese melodies 10 II.
The sound was horrible. hut
Eoothed the heart ~ the exiled Nama
and always brought nm before his men
A. glSion-S RtstsTs Of fragrant chsrr!