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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1942-05-07, Page 2Page $Thursday, May 7th, 1942 This is a low-costr tematic, complete tire vice that keeps your running longer than other method. It guarantees you preferred service twelve months, details today! THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE ♦ Serial Story rang, until later, TroubleMore Of Mas- she She make w>re “Phoebe, keep his sign­ tvhen been The and “What in We Sidwell. ’ “Todd!1 All That Glitters ANNE; TEDLOCK BROOKS was Old To­ The men swore viciously, mare had broken her leg wbuld have to be shot. Shell will we do with her? haven’t got long to decide." A Bad Fall Tamar lay in the dust where had fallen while they talked, tried to sit up but was too dizzy. She began to realize they were frantically -discussing her. “Towne will give us blazes for messing this up.” “Who’d have thought she’d pick today to go to the mine? Jake, you’ll have to take her some plaee in the car.” “We’ve got to shoot the mare and get her out of here before the truck comes along. Get that rope out of the car.” Their voices were harsh with excitement. Tamar knew a sickening wash of fear swept over her. Kill Madcap? Why Madcap was one of the family. She cried out, but the men working furiously didn’t pay any attention. She stood <up and the world whirled about her,* but she walked slowly to the mare. She laid her head against that of the little roan, and knew that she would always remember the look in Madcap’s eyes, it any longer, sobs finally got “Lady, will .. „ . bawlin’? We’ve got troubles enough without .havin’ ©lace. I’m sorry we’ve got to shoot her. She’s a purty little thing.” “Don’t get soft, Jake. Get away, Miss!" shouted one. “Oh, don’t kill her! Don’t please don’t!” begged Tamar. In a frenzy she ran toward the man with the gun. “Don’t! Oh, don’t!” Tamar saw that his face had brutality indelibly printed upon it. It was hard as steel and etched with ately hand But the climbing speedometer of the car, the trees flashing by as it sped, crazily around curves in the dusty road, and the amazing bestial­ ity of the driver’s expression told her that it was no dream, Tamar’s common sense told her that she must not try to escape, lest they both be killed, and prayed that the highway patrol would stop him. Several times she thought they must go over into a ditch, but each time the driver managed to keep on the road. Banny finished letters It had Ransome waited impatiently. Out of the turmoil of his chaotic thoughts, one thing remained cer­ tain. If the patrol were unable to locate the car that had spirited Ta­ mar away, how could he expect to find her? A sudden wild thought assailed him. Maybe the old mill on Whiffle Creek? It would be the per­ fect place, providing nobody thought of looking there. And the driver would have just about time to it there before the roads watched. But before the telephone he had realized that there were doz­ ens .of places in the immediate neighborhood that would serve very ■well as hideouts HORTQNr- GABON A. lovely spring wedding solemnized in the chapel of St. Andrew’s United Church, ronto, when Rev. J. Munroe, D.D., officiated for the marriage of Evelyn Harriet, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. G, A. Caron, of Mount Royal, and Mr, Stewart Mitchell Horton, only son of Mr. and Mrs. Jarvis Horton, of Kippen. The couple were unattended. Given in marriage by her father, the bride looked charming in a silver blue suit, brown hat and accessories, with corsage bouquet of white roses. A reception was held at the Royal York., Mr. and Mrs. Horton will reside in Toronto, The bride is a graduate of Queen’s University, class of 1941 and the groom of the University of Western Ontario, class of 1939, Th<e fester Times-Advocato 1873 and 1337 at Exeter, Ontario Published every Thursday morning SUBSCRIPTION—? 2.00 per year is advance RATES—Farm oy Real Estate tor sale 50c. each insertion for first four insertion?. 25 c, each. subse­ quent insertion. Miscellaneous ar­ ticles, To Rent, Wanted, Lost, o» Found 10c, per line of six word®. Reading notices 10c, per line. Card of Thanks 50c. Legal ad­ vertising 12 and 8c. per line. Ia Memoriam, with one versa 50c. extra verses 25c. each. Member of The Canadian Weekly Newspaper Association Professional Cards GLADMAN & STANBURY LIGHTFOOT—JACOBI She suddenly couldn’t bear Great ' wrenching Jake’s attention, you shut up that (F. W. 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His startled ears caught the sound of Phoebe’s voice, and he sprang to his feet. “Talk sense, Phoebe!" he shouted. “Say it slowly this time.” “De Fetten youngun, name of Marigold, come foh Miss Tamah dis aft’noon, Mist’ Ranny," Phoebe’s panting came more distinctly than her words. “He’s ma needed de doc- tah, and Miss Tamah called him up and took de youngun and rode Mad­ cap to de Fettens, She stayed till Doctah Fo’ster come, an’ den she lef’. De Fetten youngun foun’ one of Tamah’s green gloves, an’ fol- lo’ed heh. She say she hea’d a shot, den she saw Miss Tamah run down de road. Some man ketched up wif he’ and, grab and put Tamah in de call and drive off.” Ran’s heart stopped beating, then pounded until it must burst his chest, the pain was' so great. “How long ago, Phoebe?” “A good half-liouh, Mist’ Ranny,” her voice shook. “Mist’ Rando’ph done took his cah and lef’ to go down de highway.” “Did you call the police?” “Yas’m, ah called. Mist’ I dolph was lak a madman. trol am a radioin’ around.1 you waterin’ the lines ‘ of cruelty. He deliber- held her in the grip of one'] and aimed with the other. Ran- De “Keep the Fetten child till I there, Phoebe.” Gathering Clues pa- “Hitch her out, ter- her out The End of Madcap When the shot rang out, Tamar was thrown viciously to one side. “Want a bullet for yourself?” He turned back to the men. onto the truck and drag her we’ve got to hurry.” Tamar watched in fascinated ror with tears streaming down face, while they pulled Madcap of the ditch and dragged her, with much swearing and backing of the truck. They took the dead animal back to- the clump of undergrowth of the junction out of sight. In her helplessness, rage possess­ ed Tamar. Why was it important they hurry? « “Why will Major Towne for this mess?” she asked Jake. Jake said nothing. The seemed to be the leader finally threw down his pick. “She’s your job, Jake. Take care of her until this is over.” “What’ll I do with her?” “Rut her in the truck and drive —my God!” he broke off, “sister, you’re sure in a tough spot. Fool women!” He called Jake to one side and they talked in low tones. be angry coldly of man who warn her knew now concerned this, been toward home. ’ She She must get home father about that she had with Madcap that had not given a chance for sense to tell her What She Fails to Escape Without a word, Tamar started down the road began to run. and She so she common was about to happen. She heard a car start up, and divining the men’s purpose, broke through the wall of hedge, scratch­ ing herself on the thorns. But the driver had seen her. He threw on the brakes and followed her, catch­ ing her roughly by the She knew only one before he picked her ried her Jake. In all his years of driving, Ran­ some had observed the traffic speed regulations in Tahlahneka. iBut. today, with &. grinding of gear/, the car was off like a streak, roar­ ing around the square, and off to­ ward the highway. Pedestrians gathered in little knots exclaiming 1 about the resklessness of the driv- | er. I Ransome thought the drive to Shadwell would never end, and al­ most careened into the big trees at the turn into the lane. Marigold Fetten, eyes wide in her dirty face, rose in frightened timidity and sidled down the steps of the verandah. “Tell me all you can,” said Ran­ some in a harsh voice. “Mr. Todd, I followed her, be­ cause she lost a glove, and she wuz good to Ma,” the tears trickled down and Marigold began to sob. “I heard a shot, and hid before I got to the junction. I couldn’t see Miss Hamar, and I wuz scared. Purty soon I seen her runnin’ down, the road. I run down to the junc­ tion, Mr. Todd, and then I seen the man carryin’ her to the car. Miss Tamar tried to get loose, but she couldn’t. He drove away awful fast.” “What color of car?” “Black. ’ A little car, what you call—” “Coupe?” he helped. She nodded. “That’s all I know excepting sir, that Madcap is dead.” “Madcap?” “Uh-huh. It looked dragged her and hid her brush at the corner.” sobs grew louder. to the car. arm. brief regret, up and car- It was not j Police on Job CHAl'TER XXIII tried to stop her tremblingTamar but the remembrance of this man’s words not more than 15 minutes be­ fore, came back to her, “Sister, you’re in a tough spot!” It seemed like a horrible nightmare, or that she was the character in some silly movie, being kidnapped by a gang­ ster. It was Tom There’s hell to pay on the road to the Cricket Hill, You might get a clue to Miss Randolph if you w’ant to go out there. Better take a gun.” Ransome shouted at Phoebe who came running as fast as her short, stout legs would permit, where does Mr. Randolph gun?” “He tooken de ’volver. sa Knox’ ahmy pistol am in de cabinet. Ah’ll fetch it.” Ranny threw himself in his car, circled the turn and roared down the drive. Marigold Fetten, hiding in the back between the two seats, they Her tear- done Ran- like they behind the Marigold’s the houseRansome burst into and called the local police officer, “Tom!” he spoke swiftly, “this is Todd speaking. I’m at Shad­ well, have you anything on Miss Randolph’s disappearance?” “The patrol is on the lookout. But the black coupe seems to have disappeared from the face of the earth. We’ve combed the roads j around here,” I “Where’s Taylor, of the FBI?” | “He’s already on the job. Just 'a moment, here’s a call.” rocked back and forth as swerved onto the highway. . face was white beneath the streaked dirty, skin. She had her duty, hadkreported to Mr. dolph, and now she wanted to get back to the comfort of the homely things that seemed safe to her. As they neared the cut-off, Ran­ some ran off the paving, and for , one mad second they careened diz­ zily, Marigold’s wild scream start­ ling him more than the incident. Ransome came to a skidding, de­ termined stop. “Get out!” he shout­ ed, glaring into Marigold’s face. Dumbly she obeyed. Ransome fretted as he sped “Fool kid! No telling what run ’into down here. I’ll kill .. man who took her away in that car.” >He shut out the picture'of Tamar, game little, fighter th,at he knew she ‘was, trying to squirm oiif’bf her captor’s hold, If only shej would have sense enough to obey him. He Meets the Major At the junction- in the road, he slowed, but not enough to keep from skidding when he stopped at the foot of the hill. He made a wide floundering circle, and barely kept from hitting the express truck which had sunk its wheels into the same ditch where Madcap had met dis­ aster. He recognized Major Towne who had seemed in deep discussion, but was now staring in surprise at Ran­ ny. Taylor, the FBI man, was fir­ ing questions at a man. Two patrol­ men stood by. Taylor greeted Ransome briefly. Ransome walked directly up to Major Towne. “Where is Miss Ran­ dolph?” he asked coldly, boring in­ to the man’s little close-set eyes. “Miss Randolph? I’m sure I know nothing about her. troubles of my own.” Ransome’s voice was edged steel, his words portentous. ' “If I find out that you’ve had anything to do with her kidnapping, I’ll kill you with my bare hands. It will be a pleasure.” “Why what------” the major back­ ed away from him, blustering-.and red-faced. “Has she been kidnap­ ed? I dont know anything about her.” Ransome’s hand shot out. Tile major stood his ground. “You rat! 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