Hyder weekly herald., 1933-12-16
Lockout
 - By DOROTHY BARNES
Q. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
 wNU Service

TT REALLY wasn't Anne's fault. It was the winds fault--or Johns sisters fault--or the puppy's fault. But not Anne's.
 To begin with. Anne and John had chosen Green Nook cottage because it was in such a secluded position. Anne wasn't afraid. There were no tramps. Besides. there was the friend. ly collie puppy. And Green Nook cot tage was the prettiest place Anne had ever dreamed of owning. It was on little spur of cliff that reached out into the ocean. The winds were so tenn pered that trees grew protectingly around the little house. And trees and ocean were combined to make really beautiful outlook.
 Of course. if you turned the other way. you saw the road And you knew that. a mile along that road, there was quite little settlement of cottages.
 John and Anne settled for their first summer of marriage at Green Nook cottage. After they had been at the cottage for few weeks. Johns older sister Prudence. wrote that she would like to come visit them.
 "Never mind, Anne." John had said. 'Pru isn't so bad as she sounds. Of course she's rich. And she's had so much money for so long that she for. gets 1t isn't convenient for other peo- pie. perhaps. to drop everything and entertain her whenever she wants. But she's not 50 bad"
 So Prudence was coming to visit. With her husband. and two sons of fourteen or fifteen. And Anne had spent busy day getting ready for them.
 The two rooms for Pru and her fam fly were all in order-excepting that the pillows needed pillow slips. The living room was In perfect order-ex- cepting that the dust mop and dust pan leaned against the chimney. for a last run-around after dust. The dln- ing room table was set--but Anne's Italian lace and linen napkins were even now piled on the ironing board in the kitchen, where the electric iron was heating, to be pressed into sparkling smoothness. Dinner was under way. Floating out the kitchen windows came tantallzlng odors. even now, of this and that cooking on the stove and In the oven.
 And now Anne was locked out. To get through the rest of the matter quickly. Anne had suddenly discov- cred that the cream was not as fresh as 1t should be and had decided to run down to the nearest village for more. She had given a quick mental look around and realized that every. thing was good for twenty minutes. Then she had rushed out the front dOor--and the door had slammed. A perverse gust of wind had done the trick.
 The windows were all screened, with screens that hooked In on the inside. Anne decided she would go for the cream and think of a way to get in on her trip. If she couldn't think of 6 way. she'd get help. But when she reached her car. she real ized that her keys were in her hand bag. And that's where the dog came in. She had left her handbag on the porch. but the dog had dragged 1t with in doors. He liked to chew leather handbags.
 Anne walked around and around the house. peeking in the windows. taking stock of things. The collie pup chew contentedly on her hand bag in the living room, and each time she circled past the kitchen door the pots and pans steamed a little more tantallzingly the fact that soon one of them might go dry. Everything seemed to mock at Anne.
 Minutes had passed-perhaps half an hour.
 Finally Anne started to walk for help. She didn't know just what sort of help she was going for. Perhaps just strong knife to cut out a hole