The Spokane woman. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1921-1935, 1927-09-08
Page Twelve
The Girl From Alquiers
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girl. Hedd2f Jones was heavier llld
more difficult to carry, but | managed
to get him out side 10 the ground. After
breathing deeply to clear my lungs
of the fumes, | again went into the
smoke-filled kitchen and beyond to the
room adjoining. The room was Il mass
of black smoke lighted here and there
with little piercing tongues of RED
flame When finally ! dragged the
other man through the window. ! fell
exhausted to the cool earth beside
him. Lying full length on the grass,
| inhaled deeply of the pure night
air, my strength returning with each
inhalation.
..What the hells going on here
called voice AT my elbow.
"Oh. it's you, Freddie | responded,
recognizing the voice of my friend,
Tullers. you merely tainted when you
saw the phantom Maydoc. How are
you feeling nowf'
Like IA little fool snapped Tullers.
what happened
At this point, Rodgers drove up in
my car | rolled over and sat up.
The flames had burst from the windows
ON the second floor and were casting
IL SDttlIul Slult pNti NV 'NhN'N'lNf
imparting To the shifting shadows of
the shrubs strange fastastic forms.
Come on, lets get out of this be-
fore we have a crowd about us ask
ing foolish questions" | ordered, get
ting to my feet.
There was plenty of room in the
cara sedan-for the six of us, and
| broke the speed records as | raced
for the emergency hospital, hoping
there was yet spark of life in the
three unconscious forms we had car
ried from the burning building.
A week later, there was AN inter
esting gathering in the private office
of the chief of police in the city hall.
There was Il buzz of conversation as
introductions were made and recog-
nized. Everybody was talking at
once, and there was an utter lack of
restraint in the atmosphere.
$50 this is the man who pulled me
out of the death chamberf' exclaimed
Hedder Jones, graspng my hand with
A powerful grip. well, old man, |
certainly owe you IA
"Cut il out" | interrupted, u had
to do it. was under orders and
was paying an old debt"
"Oh, Mr.. JONES' cried II girls voic"
rippling with music, didn't you look
funny that night standing there M my
door with your face all smudged with
coal dust and your clothes hanging
in shreds But seriously, | want To
thank you"
A sudden lull in the hum of voices
caused the attention of the little group
to be centered on Marjorie aS she
spoke to Jones. Now dressed in Il
most bewitching morning suit of Co
penhagen blue with cloSe-titting tur
ban pulled saucily down over her
golden hair, she was the picture of
loneliness. of youth, of beauty.
want to thank you-and YOU too,
Mr.. Lawrence" she added. reaching
out hand to me, as | was about IT,
step back. Il want to thank you both
for-for-" Her eyes filled, and her
voice broke. but the pressure she gave
my hand was eloquent beyond mere
words.
Now for few questions eXclaim-
ed Chief Clingsby, taking advantage
of the spell of the moment.
Eddie, you saw this Maydoc thing;
tell us how you account for it.'
"Well" l began, 81 confess that
when | first looked mt it, I thought
only of il as some kind of supernatural
phenomenon. But when | struck it
with my fist and was burned. the
thought flashed through my mind that
it might be some kind Of an electrical
device What seemed to be teeth were