The daily monitor leader. [volume] (Mount Clemens, Mich.) 1942-19??, 1943-02-27

arm, marched gentleman in
uniform, obviously q night
Waterman. Two PAGES to the
rear came an individual fantas-
tically CARRIED in a nightshirt.
The nightshirted person carried
a pitchfolk Jonah recognized
him as one of the stablemen.
Would that be you, Miss Hill
dy?" called the night Waterman,
across 80 feet of open water.
"Griffiths!" Hildy practically
screamed. What on earth are
you doing?"
Caught him climbin' over the
WALL" Griffiths explained, not
without smugness. An collared
him. "
Let him go this minute. He's
hes a friend of mine. ="
Mr.. Saxon did not wait to be
freed. He wrenched free. Livid
was the word for Saxon.
Friend of yours" he roared.
well, you've got a fine way Of
treating your friends. ! suppose
! you thought it was a swell joke
to put those flares in potato
field a mile away from here. l
S opose you think it's swell
joke that / busted my landing
gear and damn near busted my
neck. Ha-ha! I'm laughing too.
Well, let me tell you something.
/ wouldn't marry into a screw
ball family like this if l had to
stay single the rest of my life"
And Chester Saxon turned on
a raging heel, squared raging
shoulders and marched raging
into the darkness.
Dead silence fell. Jonah Lo-
gan, transported, hoped that his
heart was not being conspicu-
Gus. The heart was beating out
a blend of the Jersey Bounce
and "Alexanders Rag me
Band. "
Then Hildy uttered choking
sound, half-sob, half-laugh.
"Simonby," Hildy said, adj
dressing the stableman, you're
killing me You look like Satan
ready for bed"
The stableman snapped to.
Fer the first time, he appeared
to become conscious of his dis
habille. Jerking the pitchfork
from the ground, he faded. With
him faded the night Waterman.
But they did not fade alone.
One who, at a listening post in
the darkness, had been privy to
the scene, faded likewise. And
as he went, he INDUCED in a
discreet guffaW.
Call me Maloney, will he?"
muttered Mahoney, with SUI
preme satisfaction. Nobody
gets away with that.
Jonah Logan spoke gently. 81
am sorry, Hildy. Indirectly, l
am responsible. I'll deal-er-
summarily with Mahoney. l can
not understand what got into
him. F"
Forget it, JONAH" Hildy said,
face still averted. Because it
could be that Mahoney did me a
favor.
Mr.. Logan was quite sure Of
it. But sapiently, he forbore to
say so.
For a moment Hildy was ST.
lent. Then: 1--WE been thinking,
Jonah, but it's no use. l simply
can't figure out how l came to
forget completely to go and get
married. Unless :" She
checked herself.
Yes" said Jonah encourag-
ingly.
Hildy drew a long breath.
"Unless it was because II act
ually wasn't in love with him. F"
Maybe that's how it was, y
Jonah said.
At that point long mournful
whistle sounded 1t was late
local train, New York bound.
In this train sat Miss Meath. the
former Gertrude Swan. Miss
Meath booked like cat who has
been given carte blanche in a
creamery. Miss Meath was
thinking it rather strange that
Joe the Cracker hadn't shown
up at the rendezvous on the
stroke of midnight But, present
ly, she dismissed the matter
from her mind. 1t wasn't i'm
portant. Because. in the suitcase
at her feet, there reposed dia-
mond tiara worth 10000 smack
ers. At least, that is what Miss
Meath thought.
The whistle howlcd again and
the night wind waited the din to
Wildover.
Il like train whistles" Jonah
said, almost carelcssly. They
remind me of going places and
doing things. You know, things
you get kick out of. Like :.
well, honeymoons and stuff. "