The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1922-04-27
The Modern
Methods
BY RUBY DOUGLAS
o, isss. by Meciar. Newspaper syndles,.

Deen passing Bayville Beach In bi
little roadster. and the waves called {,
him to come In and cool off.
He hHd parked his car far OF tn,
road. locked Its motor and donned ,
bathing suit In the convenient pavilion
Now, instead of returning, he wa.
lnred to further truancy from hi,
salesman's duty in these suburban
parts. He wanted to lie on the sand
and dream In the sun. He flung him
self down.
Overhead, he could hear the chug
chug OF hydroplane motor, but the
sound and sight had become so or.
dinary since he had been located on
Long Island that he did not even lool,
up.
Suddenly something whlzzed through
the air and Imbedded itself In the
sand not six feet from him.
He sat up. He looked up. The hy-
droplane was going on its way toward
the entrance TO the hnrbor. He looked
at the sand where the missile had
struck. The bottom of bottle was
visible.
Literally hurled at my head" he
| gasped.
He unearthed a bottle which seemed
to be stuffed full of newspaper. "The
proverbial message In bottle-from
sentimental adventurer."
He began to dig out the crushed
paper, and as he did so he discovered
tiny folded note. As he Strengthened 1t
out to read 1t he felt like the hero in
play He looked about; he did not
wish to be caught at such trick.
Am being kidnapped. Here is the
key to my house Hidnappers expect
motor boat to meet them at Hunting
ton, then motor to God knows
where"
George searched In the crumpled
paper for the key. He found 1t.
THE handwriting is the fashionable
scrawi of girl of today" he decided.
He looked up at the disappearing
hydroplane.
He did not know what to do. Should
he jump into his car and go TO Hun.
tington? Should he ignore the note
and perhaps see from the papers that
been kidnapped?
ut the end of perfect day for me
all right-all right" he muttered. 81
stop for rest and to cool off and -
look at me-"
Eventually he got into his clothes
and, note and key In hand, started
along the road toward Oyster Bay and
Huntington. "Mlght as well be the
key to her heart" he said. How do
1 know where her house is?"
Excitement and the sensation of
seeking adventure soon had him step
ping on the accelerator and forcing
such speed out OF his little car as he
had never before known was In her.
The Huntington harbor was as he
had pictured lt-full of craft of every
variety. There were houseboats with
Tapping cretonne cushions: rowboats
motor boats, canoes and sailing boats.
He slowed up as he approached the
harbor and observed more than one
hydroplane rocking at her moorlngs
THE needle In the haystack for
mine" he decided as he scanned the
water.
He stopped his car In the shade OF
some weeping willows that overhung
the road near the H. :ding dock. Per-
haps he could detect car that looked
as II II were waiting for passengers
from motor boat
He could hardly believe his own eyes
when he saw, coming toward him a
touring car In which the man who sat |
beside the chauffeur seemed to be |
looking anxlousty for some one to |
arrive Off the water. He marveled at |
his own excitement. He had never been |
an adventurer. and here ks found |
himself In the mist OF yeritable NOV. |
ing picture scene.
"Honk Honk Honk Honk |
Honk !" blew the touring car horn.
foot Toot Toot Toot! Toot -
answered the motor boat whistle.
"The signal" cried George. He sat |
quietly In the shade. unobserved and |
pretending to read. "Some kidnappers
TO get away with this"
The motor boat made landing at
the second pier, but George thought
IL wise not to move his car closer.
He would walt.
Presently girl In bathing suit
with beach cape thrown about her
and tight rubber cap on her head
emerged from the boat. A man held
her arm in what seemed to be a
friendly, protective manner
The door Of the big touring car was
open and II stood at the end Of the
pier. The girl was assisted quickly
into the tonneau, the man In the flying
suit got In beside her and off they
went down the shore drive.
Three 10 one" hastily computed
George. "All ! can do Is to follow"
He followed at a discreet distance.
He read the note again-"then motor
10 = God knows wherer
"Well-I'm on my way" laughed
George. "Where she goes. go. AS
long as my gas holds out :"