The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1941-01-27
Lock Up My Heart
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

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her hands. thin and white With
blue VEINS standing out piomInent-
Ily opened and closed nervously On
the arm Of the chair as she sat
looking at the telephone on the
desk.
TIE doctor vas seated at the
/ desk. Although his nerves were
under better control than the
woman's. a close observer would
Rave noted the pulse IN the veins
al his temples vas well above nor
LIal.
They knew about Dale. Securing
he streets in car after his re-
turn from the airport, Mark had
heard a newsboy shouting the ox-
ira. mad bought one. glanced brief
" a. the headlines and hurried
home.
It had been blow to all Of
them.
Doctor Hobart had anticipated
something like 1t when he saw Dale
slip from the house after their talk
but he had no feeling Of guilt
Dale had taken the only way out
that he could take IN honor. There
was a deep feeling or regret on the
doctors part, though, deeper even
than the shock of learning of the
death of a man who had been
almost like his own son.
For Dale's way out proved that
he was well on the way to becom-
ing normal.
He was no longer Joe Raymond
he was Dale Cheney. Joe Ray
mond would never have done an
heroic act.
II is doubtful whether Mrs. North
understood the full significance Of
Hobarts statement after Mark
read off the headline.
1T wasn't Joe Raymond who was
shot. II was Dale Cheney" he said.
Mark understood and flashed the
doctor look Of gratitude
There's only one thing Tor me
TO do now" he said, and that's TO
&c downtown TO the chief of police
and tell him the whole story. our
part IN IT. everything. OF course.
III keep you out Of il, Doc.
Why should you? I'm in it as
much as either of you, more, IN
fact. l am the one to take the
whole blame. I'm the one to go 10
the chief"
Mark, however. wouldn't permit
it and when Mrs. North pleaded
with the doctor to stay with her,
he finally consented.
Now they were waiting TO hear
from Mark. The phone had rung
several times and Hobart grabbed
it eagerly. But the calls were from
reporters, trying to run down
rumor that Mark Cheney had
eloped
The doctor assured them that the
report wasnt true, that Mark vas
in town and had no thought of
clipping
The jangling of the phone bell
was no help to their ragged nerves.
In the hour they had discussed
the question from every angle.
Il don't care for myself" Mrs.
North said.
It's Mark I'm worried about.
He has most of his life, his career
before him. I've lived my life.
What happens now won't make an
awful lot of difference. Tell me,
Amos, do you think they'll treat US
kindly in prison ,"
They couldn't help but treat you
kindly, Elizabeth. No one would
be cruel or harsh with a woman as
fine as you"
I'm dreadfully sorry that you've
been dragged into this"
Don't worry about me-theyH
probably let me work in the prison
hospital, and I'll be busy, any way,
at something l like,
Lucia came in then. and both
Hobart and Mrs. North stiffened
with antagonism.
Where's Mark >" the girl asked.
Hes gone downtown" Hobart
said, quietly.
Well I think he should have
had the decency to let know. I've
been waiting for him. Tell him
when he comes in that III be in my
room
I'm tell him" Mrs North SAID
in hard, even tones. If by some
remote chance he should ask for
you. that you've left this house
with all your belongings, and that
you'll never come back"
What - what's that >" Lucia
was dumbfounded
Il think you heard correctly"
the doctor said
Why - why you old" she
caught herself, and then rushed
on: You seem TO forget. Mrs.
North, that have good deal to
say IN this house now"
You have nothing but what be-
longed to you before you concocted
your Infamous blackmailing
scheme Marks brother is dead.
Il you intend to use that club over
our heads, still. and Mark is down
town surrendeung 70 the police.
There is nothing you can do. now,
that can hurt any II Us. Get out
Of my house Now, Il you're not
gone IN is minutes. II tell Wins
ton TO throw you out in the street.