Browning chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1941-1953, 1942-09-25

kissed her roughly.
IF you don't want lot more Of
that" he said, holding her away from
him and looking straight into her
eyes, get the hell out of here!"
You beast! You unspeakable beast"
That's the stuff. Now you know
what you're up against. Get Quit"
He released her, lmped to the front
door, threw it wide, and motioned her
out into the storm with the left hand
that had opened it. Mollie stumbled
down the front steps, half-blind with
fury. AS she ran along the path to
the little front gate she heard him
slam and bolt the door. This, she
knew, was merely a final gesture He
wouldn't stay there long. In a few
minutes he. too, would be ION his
way"
The next morning Mollie Pearce
opened the Boston newspaper without
much interest She should have been
rested and alert. She had easily
reached the familiar Trail garage the
night before, had telephoned for a
car and a driver in her home town
~ away, IIcA iCuSIlCi NSis
wet and still very angry but safe, had
vigorously cleaned her mouth, face
and neck with antiseptic soap, and
had gone to bed with the briefest
possible explanation to the members
of her family. She had been in a
slight collision, she told them. and had
left her car in a garage for slight
repairs. In the morning she would go
back and retrieve it.
The tale was SO bald and was told
with such apparent indifference that
her family was not much interested.
Her brother offered to lend her his
flivver and even to drive her over to
the garage. She accepted the car but
refused the companionship She had
some inquiries to make before she
visited the Junction. Jimmy Haywood.
the son Of the Trail garage owner,
would be glad to drive her brothers
car back home. She had, she explained
some errands to do in her own car
But she hadn't. All the information
she wanted was supplied by Jimmy,
who was plainly bursting with import
ance. His story began to pour from
him even before she had got out of
her brothers car
Say, Miss Pearce," he began, guess
what happened to me about an hour
after you lef' this place last night.
drove a burglar over to the Junction."
Mollie's heart missed a beat.
Jimmy, what do you mean?"
The boy swelled visibly.
Jest whut I say. He come in here
limpin' bout an hour after you left,
an he asst could I git him over to
the Junction. 1 could. Dad had jest
come into the garage an the old fliv-
YER was outside waitin' fer me to go
home to supper in it, so I drove the
young fella to the Junction and he
musta made the 1870 I didn't wait,
of course He didn't say nothin' when
we wus drivin' over. He didn't even
asst me the fare. But he give me So
when I left him an he toll me to
keep the change. never got break
like that before!"
But what makes you think he
was"
Mollie didn't have to ask the ques-
ton. The lad couldn't stop now till
he had finished.
''Somepin' was the matter with his
arm" he went on. He didn't say
whut it was but he looked pretty white.
I wouldn't of thought OF him again,
though, except for this in the Gazette
this morning. Seel They even put my
pitcher in the paper! It's jest a snap
shot of me when I played i'll our base
ball team last year. Dad give it to
them last night without tellin' me. 1t
amt very good guess nobody'd know
who it was if it hadn't my name down
under it, he added wiStfully. would
you know it was me, Miss Pearce?"
Mollie didn't hear the question. She
had taken the newspaper the boy
handed her, and was reading the ac-
count of last nights adventure 1t was
quite lurid account for the staid
Gazette to publish but it ended tame
ly enough.
The slight collision on the Trail last
night had been between car owned
by Miss Mollie Pearce and one driven
by two men, now suspected OF being
criminals for whom, the New York
authorities were anXiously looking,
after a holdup in a Fifth avenue
jewelry shop the morning before. Their
descriptions, given by the functions
crew, fitted the descriptions sent OF
two men, who were supposed to be In
the Trails neighborhood. These men
had evidently had a collision there.
Their automobile was found caught
in a wrecked tree a mile or so from
the Haywood garage.
The older crook had evidently helped
himself to Miss Pearce's car, which
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