The evening herald. [volume] (Albuquerque, New Mexico) 1914-1922, 1916-02-19

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"Fsnee" Work: samuel eaean. Alias
"SmiIine SAM"
Well have the city scrRped 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 II for
the nearest out-oftown hiding place
and lie low there Til It's safe to travel
farther.
And In Smiling Sans case, the
chief had diagnosed the procedure
with the skill, OF q 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 s%cufie. Sam
had dartca back from the haif.closed
gate and across the yard through tho
rear doorway Of the tumbledown
house that adjoined his own.
Always prepared FOR emergencies he
had snatched up his hat and coat a
he had left the shop. on the approach
Of Lamar and the officers.
Now, In the hallway OF the house he
shed his apron. throw u down n coal
hole. put on the coat and hat. and very
sedatcly walked out OF the front door.
Just beyond the entrance 10 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 clambercd inside aud
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 u 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 u glimpse Of the stations
sign:
"Surfon. by-the.Sea.'
A brilliant idea struck him. An idea
that brought him to hts feet with a
bound and. Juggling open the sliding
door OF the car. he lcaped out.
"Thisll he worth a dozen regular
hide-out places to me-" he chuckled.
Just let me And June Travis and
spring the right sort Of hard luck
whine. and she'll help me out. oil
right. all right"
Meanwhile. at Surfton. June Travis
had Just done what Mary character.
iyed as "a foolish. dangerous thing, II
evef there was one"
The girl had sent the following teie.
gram to Lamar-hrst showing II mis-.
~ch,cvously to the scandalized and pro.
testing Mary:
Mr.. Max Lamar. st2 Blank euildins:
A. your assistant In Red Circle"
cases. report monkey stolen from
Italia, organ grinder BY Girl with Red
Circle on hand. Mary cav her; eives
description Of red hair and b'us eyes.
Better come down md investigate.
JUNE TRAVIS.
You're never going to send that
crazy MESSAGE" Mary gasped. M June.
pausing In their morning walk. at the
local telegraph ONCE. scrubbed the
dispatch and ~laughinsly showed II to
her.
For reply June banded the telegram
TO the desk clerk.
Lett alone o. the veranda. later
June bcguiled the time for Il half hour
or 10 In jotting down notes On bits Of
~scratch-pad ps%per-notes for IAamar's
guidance In his hunt for the pseudo
red haired girl with blue eyes.
Then. growing restless. she act out
for u walk along the sand At tho base
OF the cliffs. beyond tho village.
June. full Of the glory OF tho sky
strobe along the beach with tho tread
OF q young goddess.
Midway In her walk she stopped
ITO watch q queer tablcau on the shore,
Q Few yards away from her. A young
man and q girl were standing facing
each other, angry OF eye. sharp Of
voice. q%uarrcling violently. The man
was clad In blue serge. and q Gamers
was slung from bis shoulder. The
woman was In white. She carried q
white parasol with which sire was max
ing impatient gestures. Her sailor hal
was adorned by a enormo bird Of
paradise plume.
At second glance June recognized
the couple. They were q Mr.. and
Mrs. Lake, n~ewlyweds. The bride was
|. an old school friend OF June's.
/. Juno went forward. The bride rec
ognixed her and greeted her eagerly
oh. June Travis" exclaimed the
: bride. I'm 30 glad 10 see you! Har
: ry is being l ,rfcctly abominable. What
do you think he has the nerve TO wan,
/. mo 4 do' lie actually wants mo &c
throw away this gorgeous bunch Of
: paradise feathers In my hat"
D Can you blame me-. Miss Travisy'
b put In the groom. Il belong TO the
j. Bird Protection society. and I'm moi
going to allow my wife to bring crlti
. | clam on me-"