The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1941-02-04
Wait for Me-
BY KATHERINE MACY

a. OF AAAAaFA 7 I'm - Nr"t.
dripping rsincost snd shouted
"Where that picture
His blond hslr AS cur.ed With
fsindrops DARK eli streaks deco
rated his face a. he glared from
Steve to Hap. standing defensiyely
against the door. Jan began u
laugh again.
Her relief Vas overwhelming
and how everything seemed IN
tensely funny. It's it's their
business. she gasped. They have
TO make a living somehow
stew. stepped forward. shaking
the water from his hat Mr. Van
Ahet. 7 presume - he asked suave-
" Hap snorted We made = long
and uncomfortable trip down here
To aid IN the search for YOU
We are happy that you have
been located Vow. may We bid
you goodnight
You may not said Peter.
humping = table until IL jumped.
WHO let you IN here ."
Il did said Jan. Dad told me
10. Then. when heard your plane.
bolted the front door and forgot
about them
True" said Steve. But with
our customary forethought. We
remembered the kitchen door was
unlocked One up on you, Mss
Macleod
Peters mouth twitched. II began
70 seem funny to him. too. The
others smiled hesitsnuy, then
joined his laugh. until he said
more calmly. Let's SIT down and
talk this over. Jan. I'm starved.
Could you scramble q negg -
Glad to" she said brightly.
starting for the refrigerator. How
about the rest Of you >"
Man" said Hap fervently He
glanced at Peter furtively. then slid
his camera under his chair and sat
hack contentedly. steve watched
Jan, as she banged doors and
brought out skillets, eggs, coffee,
sausages.
She didn't look like the moody
girl who had brought them into
the house She was blooming Ike
rose, eyes bright. cheeks flushed.
Even her voice was different. with
q ripple of laughter in H. He look
ed from her TO Peter. What Was
gong on here
your face is dirty" she said,
breaking an egg into the skillet
deity, Go wash II, Peter"
When he had gone, she turned
10 the others.
Thanks, Miss Macleod" said
Steve gratefully. You got us out
OF that nicely We have a scoop"
But not with that picture
want it." She reached under Hsp's
chair and handed him the camera.
Take il out. ! don't know how"
mo-" walled Hap. snatching at
II. But Steve slapped his hand
away, took out the plate and
handed II to Jan. Before Hap's
sneuished eyes. she broke II in two
neatly and tossed the pieces into
the wastebssket. The photographer
clutched mis- brow and mosned,
The best picture ! ever took"
How do you know" said Steve
Hadn't been developed yet. Well,
Miss Macleod. there's your price.
Now may we go ahead ," Jan
nodded. Peter came back, his face
shining, and they settled them
selves around the food
The picture is disposed Of Mr.
Van Vliet," said Steve between
sausage and forkful Of egg But
somebody's going TO have this
story. Don't you think we have
been enterprising enough to de-
serve it,"
Nothing to il. said Peter. 7
got tired of school. went down to
Florida for while. Didn't tell the
old man because he's set his heart
on my graduating this year.
know better"
And the plane >"
An old crate l picked up down
there. Ny money had just about
run out. and had only enough gas
to get TO Hollymount. Thought I'd
stay here for a while until Dad
cooled off"
Jan started. Peter, you must
telephone your father. promised
Id let him know.
Not I. You do II.
Hap said quickly, Steve Mr.
Van Vliet will notify the police
and the story will De all over New
York"
NO, it won't said Peter Hell
tell them to keep quiet about the
whole thing.
Il know him. You can phone
your paper when Jan gets through
talking. Won't that bs soon
enough >"
Steve agreed and Jan went INTO
the library 10 telephone. AS soon