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

instant on the curls.N June, looking
I'M the opposite oval OF mirror, Saw
4 everything.
At the almost imperceptible touch
Of his lips to her hair she felt her
breath come and 60 quickly. Some
thing strange - something terrifying
yet blissfully happy-dawned all at
once in her soul. A
"June!" he breathed, tense1y. bend
ing over until his face was close to
hers. "June! My"
There was step in the hallway.
Mary appeared; lettering, as IL 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.
II am afraid it ia rather late," said
Lamar, forcing a commonplace tone
into his agitated voice. Good night,
Miss Travis. i am glad to have been
able to get back your pendant for you.
And I'm sorry to have had to tell you
still a crook and is q fugitive from
| Justice. Good night
Patrolman O'Hara-newest member
Of Surfton's diminutive police force
was walking his beat in a disconsolate
frame of mind. Patrolman O,Hara
| 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, q
circular about q famous metropolitan
crook had arrived at the Surfton po-
lice station. O'Hara had read il six
times. He had studied the picture of
the crooks face until he felt he would
know it mile away.
Patro1man O'Hara turned a corner
and came to standstill as abruptly
as IL 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 at
a comfortably low price.
And, in the full flare Of the window
light, his hat pushed back on his fore
head, stood man, hungrily reading
the menu.
Patrolman O'Hara had not studied
that police circular for nothing. At a
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
parative darkness of the moonlit
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'Haras 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 Eagan's
collar.
Halt" bawled O'Hara. HALT, or
I'll shoot!'
Sam turned in at the entrance of
In 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 ]
fence to run his winded man down. |
instead, he made good his threat by
iring again. Purposely he aimed high, ]
out he was no marksman, and the ]
effect of his bullet filed him with the {
Widest CONSERVATION. 4
For Smiling Sam" swerved sharply {
n his run, gave coughing cry, stag
,ered forward upon his knees, half 6
'ose, then tumbled prone upon his t
ace in the mud of the alley. {
Good Lord!" groaned Patrolman G
)'Hara, suddenly unnerved and shak-
n with nausea, 1--WE killed him! I've 6
I've murdered a mani" t
He stuck the pistol into his belt
nd went forward to where the inert
'ody lay. Hesitatingly he turned the 7
Luge, lifeless bulk over on it's back
nd stopped to feel the heart ,
And i'm fho vary Ganoo Trn0r1onf | =
murdered man came to life. I
Patrolman O'Hara felt himself
lutched by a sinewy, thick hand, v
whose fingers dug deep into his throat c
1agan, with his other hand, wrenched