The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1916-02-17

"SmiTing SAM"
| We'll have the city scraped for him
too, of course" added the chief, turn
ing back to Lamar, "but there's not
much use in that. He's too slick tc
hang around here. He'll beat it fol
the nearest out-of-town hiding place
and lie low there till it's safe to travel
| farther.
And in Smiling Sans" case, the
| chief had diagnosed the procedure
| with the skill of a mind reader.
Sam, Fastening through the yard at
Tom Dunn's heels, had prudently 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.
At first sound of the scuf1e, Sam
had darted back from the half-closed
gate and across the yard through, the
rear doorway of the tumbledown
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 it down a coal
hole, put on the coat and hat, and very
sedately walked out of the front door,
just beyond the entrance to his own
shop and thence down the street to
the railroad yards.
Presently his route took him past a
line of freight cars. When he came to
an empty he clambered inside and
shut the big reddish door behind him.
Late that night his car was coupled
with thirty others and pulled out of
the yard. Early next day the freight
train rumbled slowly past suburban
station and on into the sand-swept
waste beyond.
Sam, through q 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
sign:
"Surfton-by- the-Sea.'
A brilliant idea struck him. An idea
bound and, Juggling open the sliding
door Of the car, he leaped out.
"This'u be worth a dozen regular
hide-out places to me-" he chuckled.
"Just let me find June Travis and
spring the right sort of hard luck
whine, and she'll help me out, all
right, all right"
Meanwhile, at Surfton, June Travis
a i11cf h0f Nor oh afo
lied as "a foolish, dangerous thing, if
ever there was one"
The girl had sent the following tele-
gram to Lamar-frst showing it mis-
to the scandalized and pro-
testing Mary:
Mr.. Max Lamar, sig Blank Building:
AS your assistant in "Red circIe'
cases, report monkey stolen from
italian organ grinder by girl with Red
Circle on hand. Mary saw her; gives
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
local telegraph Office, scrubbed the |
dispatch and laughing1y showed it to |
aer.
For reply June handed the telegram
10 the desk clerk.
Left alone on the veranda, later |
June 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 |
girl with blue eyes.
Then, growing restless, she set out |
'or walk along the sand at the base
IF the cliffs, beyond the village.
June, full of the glory of the sky, |
strobe along the beach with the tread
Of young goddess.
Midway in her walk she stopped |
% watch queer tableau on the shore,
! few yards away from her. A young |
nan and a girl were standing facing |
each other, angry of eye, sharp of
voice, quarreling violently. The man
vas clad in blue serge, and a camera
was slung from his shoulder. The
woman was in white. She carried
white parasol with which she was max
ng impatient gestures. Her sailor hat
was duoTneu ny an ENORMOUS D1r0 OF |
paradise plume.
At second glance June recognized |
The couple. They were a Mr.. and
Mrs. Lake, newlyweds. The bride was
an old school friend of June's.
June went forward. The bride rec |
ognized her and greeted her eagerly. |
ooh, June Travis!'' exclaimed the |
bride. I'm SO glad to see you! Har-
~ is being perfectly abominable. What |
do you think he has the nerve to want
me to do? He actually wants me to
throw away this gorgeous bunch Of |
feathers in my hat"
Can you blame me, Miss Travis?"
put in the groom, 1T belong to the |
Bird Protection society, and I'm not |
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