Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1916-12-08
rery town in the state


Wanted for Burglary and for
Fence" Work: Samuel Eaean, Alias
Smiling Sam"
Wen 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 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
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 scufle, Sam
had darted back from the halfclosed
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
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 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 station
sign;
"Surfton-by-the-Sea.
A brilliant idea struck him. An idea
that brought him to his feet with a
bound and, Juggling open the sliding
door OF the car, ne leaped out
"Thisu be worth dozen reg lar
hide-out places to me ne chucRIed.
Just let me ind June Travis ana
spring the right sort OF nara luck
#hlAe, ana sue il Aelp me OUT al
right all right
Meanwhile, at Suriton, June travis
had Just done what Mary character
ized as a FOOLISH dangerous 'uIhg' Il
ever there was one
Inc girl mad sent the loHo"ihg leie-
gram TO Lamar-1Fsl showing II ms,
chieYousiy TO the scahdaAzeu anu pro-
testing Mary
Mr. Max Lamar SIP Blank Building.
As your assistant in "Red Circle"
cases, 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
local telegraph office, scrubbed the
dispatch and laughingly showed it to
her.
For reply June handed the telegram
to 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
redhaired 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 IuI cI Jhe glory OF lne SKY,
strobe along the beach with the treed
OF q young gyuuesS'
Midway HI hef walk sne Stoppeu
TO watch "a queer tGDledu on the Sn9Ie,