Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1922-07-01
THE TRL- WEEKLY JOURNALS
MYSTERY SERIAL
ION WINGS OF WIRELESS"
BY Arthur B. Reeve e..
ION WINGS OF WIRELESS
BY Arthur B. Reeve

| to tell you, but can't help it. They
say you shouldn't be jealous-but if
you care enough for a fellow-how
can you help it?"
I'm going to tell you secret.
When you gave me that key to give
to them, do you know what did? l
got the stuff out first from your
| house to protect you.
did it on my own. And it was
lucky I did. How? I put it in my
own garage"
Garrick chuckled. Here at least
was one unbonded warehouse of the
| Velvet gang.
"You fatheads" This was Rae's
voice, 1nterrupting. "Be careful!
Don't you know that last night they
overheard"
There was a muffled whisper, a
mans voice, but it was lost. It was
evidently a caution.
That's partial explanation Of
why your dictagraph went bad last
| night, Dick" commented Garrick.
Someone's hunting now for the
| transmitter."
| Dick looked at Garrick and Gar.
| less to stop it. Dick grabbed one Of
| the earpieces.
There was a singing, metallic noise
| as if someone had wrenched out the
iron grill work in front Of the fire.
place under the old mantel.
The diaphragm reproduced crash
| ing crack. The dictagraph receiver
was smashed.
Garrick thoughtfully laid down the
earpiece. well, that's that!'
II think" suggested Dick, not a
bit ruffled, "if the Waldens are going
back to the club We'll go out to my
workshop on the harbor. If any
| things going to happen, it will be
| out there"
"And you'll be near Ruth" pene-
| trated Garrick.
"Well! Where Ruth is, that's
where things happen, eh?"
When her mothers car pulled up
at the club that afternoon, Ruth
hoped out and was up the steps
with bound.
"Well, it's good to see you Gladp'
"Shake hands, Jim, old dear. WASH
lucky I didn't get killed dead?"
Hello, Bob. Steering gear on the
Fritz" What a jolly crowd to see
after being laid up for couple of
days" 81 tell you, Viras peach #
a little nurse. Never go back on
that girl" June, you should have
seen how we nearly went over the
bridge!'
Her mother stood and looked at
Ruth aghast. No one else had got in
a word and she had had a word with
every person on the porch, had made
them feel that they were each her
particular friend and had been let in
on the whole secret. She hadn't
given anyone a chance to ask a
question and had told only just wha:
she wanted and no more, just as II
it had been the whole story to the
whole crowd.
These flappers don't need a
mother or diplomat; they are all
the wisdom of the world condensed d
soliloquized Mrs. Walden.
1t was perhaps an hour or two
later in the afternoon when the big
story had become ancient history, a
mere nine minutes wonder, that
Ruth at the Country club began C
feel lonesome. With no car, it was
almost as bad as no legs.
AS if in answer to q prayer for
|
up with a furry in his crimson
chummy car.
There was nothing flustered, moth
ing hurried about Jack, although he
left the motor running, throttled
down. No one could have been more
deferential or reassuring to Mrs
Walden. She did not like the boy
but on second thought she was
forced to admit to herself that she
had nothing "on" him.
The conversation waited merrily
to the new chummy car.
wouldn't you like to try the new
boiler?'
would I? Run me over the Mer
rihew's garage. I want to see that
wrecked boat Of my own and give
some instructions what shade :
want the body done over in. fee
lost without a wheel in my hands
You won't mind, Mummsy-for lit
tie while?"
Mrs. Walden was powerless. She
had wanted Ruth to stay on. But
she had her cue from her own
daughter. After all it was she who
would have to sweep the older COS
sips "off their ears"
Ruth may have dressed to i'm
press the crowd at the club but il
all went to Jacks head and he broke
out in intense love making.
Did you get my flowers, Ruth?'
"They were beautiful. How did
you know my favorites?"
Nine too .. :. = That's how.