The Washington times., 1938-12-19

a favorable or propitious spot
for fate to bring about the in
evitable romantic encounter.
But on this particular late after
noon Officer Tommy Palmer, Ken.
aston's lone motor cop, was busy
as Q jaybird. Storm signals were
being broadcast with alarming
frequency.
Hurricane was said to be hurt
ling UP the North Atlantic sea-
board headed for New England.
And jammed in between. the Of
fetal warnings on 'Tommy's radio
was q call for all highway cops o
watch out for girl in a sport
coupe, 1888 model Rance-Brew.
ster, maroon color, license 1913
Mass. Name Of girl. Edith Hale.
Request from her father, Frank
Hale Of Boston, to stop her before
hurricane reached New Hamp-
shire, hold her II necessary.
HURRICANE WARNINGS
Tommy kept one eye on the
weather and one on traffic WIND
ing through the old central square.
The old white meeting house he'd
a clock tower on which the hands
pointed to fifteen after five.
Someone called out to Tommy
as he passed by that the WollSton
bridge had gone out. That cut
off northbound traffic on Route
100, eight miles beyond Kenaston.
He thought Of the girl again, and
Just as he turned into West Street,
he caught q flying glimpse Of q
car as it darted by him-Sport
coupe, 1898, maroon, MaSsachu-
sets license, and girl at the
wheel alone.
He caught her before she
reached the block above the mill.
She had ignored his whistles, and
he had to crowd her to the curb.
He leaned towards her with his
best air of official authority.
Miss Edith Hale?"
She looked at him with puzzled
surprise. Tommy In a pelting
rain, clad in storm toys, gave her
only a quick impression Of steady
blue eyes and a determined mouth
and chin.
eyes. What do you want?"
''It's your father, Miss Hale" he
explained patiently. I'VE have
word to turn you back. Hurricane
warnings Highway up a hea d
closed. You'd better stop over at
our hotel, the Highland House on
the square. "I'll report back that
we stopped you to your father"
She shut off her car radio play
ing low dance music. But I have
to get through.
'"You can't" said Tommy briefly.
"T'm stopping you now, under
stand, and If you stay overnight
you can get through probably in
the morning. The floods are riS-
ing, bridges going out, trains held
! up, buses stopped running, get
/. It? No traffic allowed through"
~ ALL ROADS CLOSED
a''1s there any other road to
Brattleboro?"
well, there Is one around the
Base Hill road, but the trees are
falling over there and it's danger
ouS--"
Thanks" She had the gas on
and was off before he realized it,
She hadn't a Chinaman's chance
trying to get through either road.
Suddenly it seemed as If the
whole world had turned to chaotic
clamor and ruin, as If q fiend had
taken insane command. Chin
neys, trees, roofs, church SteepleS
toppled down; bricks and states
flew like pitched quoitS through
the air. Darkness descended over
the whole country, WITH wind and
rain and raging waters combined
to create pandemonium.
For the next hour Tommy was
up to his eyebrows In emergency
rescue work. Still ne wondered
what had become Of the girl in
the sport coupe.
without lights or telephone,
train service, anything at all. the
little Green Mountain town was
completely cut off from the outer
world. Martial law was pro
claimed.
It was after midnight when
Tommy finally dropped into the
corner drug store for q cup Of
coffee. AS he lounged YEARLY at
the counter .le caught one end Of
the conversation at the telephone
back Of the store. Hospital call
ing. Needing someone at once
with No. 4 blood for immediate
emergency TRANSMISSION Accident
case.
ANOTHER EMERGENCY
"That's me. Steve he called
casually to the druggist. Send
word to the chief II you can.
I'll be back in half an hour"
Standing by on No 4 trans
fusionS was all In the days work
to Tommy. He had done 1t be-
fore on accident cases. But to-
night when he found himself up
in the operating room, doctors
and nurses working by candle and
lamp light, he took q side look
at the patient and got an extra
heart thump. It. was the girl,
alright, Edith Hale.