Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-02-12

rioted over It and smashed things. It
broke out into the street and spread
It isn't an hour, but the studios are
afire in so placesl A few engines are
out--pitifully inadequate. The crowo
is smashing theater fronts now-win-
dows signs, anything that Will break
and jangle. When I came away they
were trying to break down the iron
gates to the Railways OF the BonmarV
What will they do?"
Murder, I guess. It was bound Il
come. out-they've been fed on i'll"
'.Ill get the car" said the girl.
She turned back into the house ane
secured the keys of the garage; q dupli.
cate set hung always In the hall. She
went back to him.
asked him.
"The streets are filled-you can only
drive away!'
wen go by the beach. It's low
tide"
"But-what can you do?"
IT don't know"
They started down the steps together
to go around to the rear But cry
from the road arrested them. In the
rising light Phyllis saw two figures
turning in between the stone pillars OF
the gate. In moment she was run.
ming toward them. Relief Bralnaro
staggered toward her, supporting, hall
dragging almost carrying 1t, it seemed
a disheveled. reeling man. 1t was John
His face was cut. Blood ran down
across it and sprayed from his lips
when he tried to speak.
They got him to the steps. where ne
fell inert Phyllis clasped him in her
arms, trying to cover him as II from
imminent blows. Miss Brainard dragged
I'VE must get away" she said. "It's
because he's Norman they tried to
kill him. He-he was in the crowd, as
mad as the rest. So was I. don't
know what it was-a fever that caught
everybody even me--till saw him fall
It's because he's a Norman. We must
get away"
How did you get here?" Van Wrinkle
asked her. But she could not tell him
THE carl" Phyllis said.
Van Wrinkle dropped down beside
John. I'll take care of the boy,". he
told her. You're the only one whe
can drive the car"
She got to her feet. Then she turned
away to the rear of the house. The
garage doors were open. Great black
squares in the yellow light from the
sky. A figure appeared in one. It'was
Masters, the young chauffeur. Ever
the freckles showed on his honest, young
obi" he said as he recognized her
Say, I'm glad you come, Miss Norman
I don't know what to do, only wait
here"
..Masters!" gasped Phyllis. "Oh, drive
around front, quick-tne big carr.
big cars out, miss. Your father
took it, with Drake. There's only the
light sedan"
"The sedan9 Five passengers. Yer,
well-quick!"
She started to turn again toward the
house, when she heard the mare. Betty
nicker in the stable near at hand, as II
in response to the sound of his mis-
tress' voice. Phyllis stopped short. She
could not use the car now to 60 tc
Radley. They must take John away
somewhere in 1t. But she could use
the mare.
'oh, Masters!" she cried. "wiIl you
saddle Betty for me? 1--we got to
get her away, too"
He ran obediently out and to the
stable. She waited. It seemed but a
moment before he led the saddled ami
NAL out to her. Betty nuzzled at her
affectionately. The young man held
his hand for Phyllis foot In an in
slant she was In the saddle.
He looked up at her, worshipfully
She had seen it In him before-this
boyish alteration, unpresuming. de-
voted. She grasped at 1t now. She
bent toward him.