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¢ > Cm |The Black Menace ARTHUR B, PAGE FOUR -- <r ' REEVE (4 One thing that gave me an aip of relief was that no. longer were they able to elude us, We had got close enough for that, "Going in the direction of North Harbor, by jove," muttered Speed recognizing some of the landmarks as they flashed past, "Where the Black Menace led you and Clare"? I inquired "Yes", he cried, "only not by this road." It was evidently their destination for we were already out of the flat country of the middle of the island and among the hills and good roads of the north shore, bearing ever nearer and nearer to Long Island Sound, Past estate after estate we reeled off the miles, now and then skirt- ing near a village, but for the most part keeping away from the main arteries of traffic. The Black Men- ace, for by this time we were con- vinced that it was he and his emis- saries who were leading us the chase, had no mind to. involve himself in any stretch of road that might fur- nish delay. Instead, he was play- ing for any opportunity that chance migth offer to slip away on a side road, double and throw us off the trail. But we clung to him tena- ciously and even continued our slight gain. If nothing went wrong with the motor we might even expect to overhaul him the longer the chase lasted. Although we elung to them we seemed never to get within such distance that from the careening car they offered even a fairly good shot. I felt sure, though, that as we ap- proached the village of North Har- bor, they would be forced to slacken gpeed and then at least we might have a chance to get up with them. And, indeed, I was right, for as we felt the large estates and came to the suburban developments with the small houses which denoted the ap- proach to a town, it seemed as if the chase was really becoming too hot for them. Craig exclaimed, as just this side of the town, their car veered away and down toward the head of the harbor, glimpses of which from the last hill, we had caught. It was the chance we sought and at once we opened on them with a voliey carefully directed at the lowest part of the car and aimed at thg tires. Speed watched ner- as though one of our been an explosive shell, The car | ahead swerved, One of the rear] tires, by a lucky chance, had been hit | and had exploded. Off the road the driver of the car deliberately sheered it, into a clump of bushes, bumping on the flat shoe, It was now only a matter of sec- onds for us to sweep down and fol- low the deep-cut tire tracks into the self same bushes, Nor did we stop for fear of an answering volley. Our driver had no need of brakes, as the car plowed through the soil up to the hubs, the engine stalled. Ahead of us only a few feet, we could see the other car. We leaped out and piled after the abandoned motor, Speed and Ken- nedy leading, with a shout of tri- umph, In the body of the car was Clare herself, half fainting. Speed jumped into the car and bent over. Clare as she had huddled on the back seat where her captors had abandoned her, in fear that we might overtake them, if they de- layed to carry her. "They seized me--I tried to break | away--but there were five of them," | she muttered. "What did they look like? Who | were they?" questioned Kennedy. | 'Could you recognize any of them?" | She shook her head. "They were | masked and in long coats, with the! collars pulled up over their faces." | "Was there one that looked like | Monsieur Jacques?" asked Speed. * | tell", "Which way did they go --toward | the harbor," queried Craig. | "Yes,--1 heard them say some- thing about a boat." Clare was reviving in the excite- ment, of the rescue. We pressed | forward, leaving Speed 'with her, | his arm about her and helping her | to follow more slowly. The trees thinned out, and we saw | that we were coming to what was a sort of a cove opening into the har- bor head itself. As we approached, it was evident that our delay with Clare had given | them just the seconds they needed. | The Black Menace had a hidden boat in the cove. It was high tide and he was having no trouble in getting away, which might not have been the case when the tide was low uncover- ing much of the cove as flats of | mud. | Already he was in the boat, the bullets had "Perhaps,--1 cannot the same gray cruiser which he had used the time when he had escaped from Clara and Speed, There was only one thing to do and that was to find another boat in which we could pursue, Yet down here, away from the activity | of the town, there were no hoats at anchor. We stood on the shore helpless, Out across the water, however, we could hear a speed boat, which a boy was handling, evidently just to see what he could do with her.Kennedy raised his gun and fired a volley in- to the air, to attract his attention, Then we all waved and together sent up a shout at him. He did not understand, but evi- dently for the lark of the thing, brought his scooter about and headed it at us, Further and further the gray cruiser melted Into the distance, turning the point and about to dis- appear round it into the Sound, bearing to the east whence there were more ways of escape, "What do you want?" ghouted the hoy through a megaphone, Kennedy clapped his hands to his mouth to megaphone back. 'Rent us the hoat--name your own price." The boat shot in as close to the shore as he could without grounding. Kennedy did not wait, but waded out nor did he stop to dicker over money. The rest of us foilowed Speed and I between us carrying Clare out to the boat, At last we were ready and our hoat shot out across the water, cut- ting the waves like a knife. Not much was said, but our boat was indeed the fastest of the two, for as we rounded the point we could see the gray cruiser not so far a- head. Speed grew more and more ex- cited as we headed after it and it became evident that we were gain- ing. Nor could I blame him. Would the Black Menace repeat his former performance and try to shoot us up perhaps not hit the gas tank this time but one of us. This time if he attempted any shooting we were better prepared than Jack and Clare had been alone. We were more heavily armed and with more people. In. such a con- test I felt sure that the Black Men- ace must inevitably be brought down himself. "If «it's a race- he's looking for," cried the boy gleefully "my boat out- | classes his." "It's a race, all right," encourag- ed Kennedy. "And if you beat him --we'll all make up a purse. TO BE CONTINUED . Should Municipal (Continued from page 1) cities. Their votes, of course, are UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE HAT HOUSE paper Syndicate (By Howard R, Garis) "Tap! Tap! Tap!" came a knock one day on the door of the Hollow stump bungalow which Uncle Wig: gily lived, "Come in!" called the bunny rah- bit gentleman, laying aside the cab- hage leaf newspaper he was reading. "Oh why did you say that?" ask- ed Nurse Jane, looking up from where she Was mending a sock for the bunny, "Why shouldn't I ask when they kpock?" Mr, wanted to know, "It might be the Fuzzy Fox, or the Woozie Wolf," whispered Nurse Jane. "It you hadn't told whoever it is to come in, we could pretend not to he home!" But just then the door opened, and in came Billie Wagtail, the goat boy. "0, Uncle Wiggily," bleated Billie, while Nurse Jane leaned back in her rocking chair to let her heart stop beating so fast. "Oh, Uncle Wiggily, have you an old tall silk hat that you don't want?" "Why yes, 1 guess so," answered the bunny rabbit gentleman. *'I have, unless Nurse Jane has sent it to the latest rummage sale, as she once did my red, White and blue striped vest." "No; there is an old hat up in the attic," said the muskrat lady. "I was going to send it to the rummage sale but, I didn't. What are you going to do with it, Bilie?" she ask- ed the goat boy. "Make a music box," swer. "Music box!" cried Uncle Wig- gily with a laugh. "Well! Well! I've heard of many strange things in my time, Billie Boy, but I never yet heard of making a music box out of a rabbit gentleman's tall silk hat!" "I'll show you how it's done," spoke Billie with a smile. "You {just come with me, Uncle Wiggily." "I'll get you the old hat," offered Nurse Jane. "And you must tell me them in, Longears was the an- all 'about it, Wiggily." | "I'm sure there's some trick it," laughed the bunny, as the musk- {rat lady came down out of the at- | tie with one of his old hats. "But I know Billie will play no mean tricks. I am never too old to learn." Billie took the hat and went over to his house, Uncle Wiggily follow- ing. With ome of his (knives Billie cut a round hole in the Copyright, 1921, by McClure News-|in in LJ On it Billie had put a little sign read- and they saw the hat house, 8: THIS HAT HOUSE TO LET RENT, ONE SONG A DAY, "Here you are, Rob!" sala Mrs, Red Breast, 'Here's a house to let, Suppose we look at it?" "All right," agreed her husband, Together the two birds perched near the hat house, They looked it over from the outside, Then they flew inside through the hole in the top. A little later they came ont and began to hop and fly around, gathering grass, bits of string, soft cotton from the pods of the milk- weed plant, and stray feathers from the coop of Charlie and Arabella chick. "I see, Billie," whispered Uncle Wiggily, "how this hat house is going to be very good for the robin birds. But as for making a music box of it--" "Hark!" softly bleated. Billie, From the hat house, where Mrs, Red Breast was inside making her nest, came the song Mr. Robin sang. Oh, what a jolly, cheerful song it was about little birds being hatched from eggs, and fluttering their wings in the sunshine. *"Cheer-up! |Cheer-up! Cheer-up!'"' sang Mr. Robs in, for it is the father bird which | does all the singing, you know. "Isn't that music?" whispered Billie. "Indeed it is!" answered Uncle Wiggily. 'You surely have | {made a music box out of my old | | hat! I never would have believed lie!" ' | And so the Robins raised their {family in the bunny's old hat. And | {if the dog doesn't wag his tail so | fast that his collar slips off his neck, | {I'll tell you tomorrow night about] {Uncle Wiggily and the cocoanut! |grater. { | | RHEUMATISM AND DYSPEPSIA ARE SOON ENDED | Victims of stomach trouble and' {rheumatism often find that when | their stomach is set in order, the| rheumatism disappears. Thousands of people everywhere have testified that Tanlac has freed them of both mother's | ¢ roubles simultaneously. - T. G. Mait- | for the last two spans. THAT WILL HELP, Doctor--What you need is some more exercise; Patient--All right, Doc, if that's the case I'll run up a little bill, --- New York Daily News. the Grand Theatre has heen in pic- tures ever since their beginning, He will be remembered by «the older movie fans through his work in the role of "Mustang Pete," in the old Snakeville comedies produced by the Bssanay. At that time his wife, Sophie Cultz, played in the same com- pany, BILLING & COOING, E---- He met a fair maiden and soon he "THE LOVES OF PHARAOH" SU-|" was a-wooing. 0 He told her he loved her, the words softly cooing, He suggested they marry, for the plan, On the first of the month the billing began. --*"Topics of the Day" Films. RB, Presenting one of the most mag- she fell nificent picture subjects seen here in many months, "The Loves of Pharaoh," an Ernest Lubitsch pro- duction for Paramount was shown with unqualified success at the Re- gent Theatre last night. Mr. Lubi- tsch, the creator of 'Passion' and 'Deception' has outdone himself in this remarkable production. The scenes are laid in Egypt in the days of the Pharaohs and to say they are massive and that as a spectacle, this picture is unrivalled, is expres- sing it mildly. Nor is the story in the lost spec- tacle. The people of the play, Phara- oh Amenes, the all-powerful King of Egypt, cold and cruel as the ruler of his people, but tender and a vain supplicant for love at the feet of a free-spirited slave girl, is made a true character by Emil Jannings. Paul Wegener as King of the Ethiopians! | is clear and definite and contrasting. | More expressive pantomine than that | BY THE NOTED of these two has seldom, if ever, | AMERICAN HUMORIST been seen on the screen. And the . new Austrian actress, Dogny Servaes, | Ellis Parker Butler is a handsome woman who is also! "THE able to act, She gives the slave girl | ke. too, as the young wevprian whom Il JACK = KNIFE Be Jovey, yee 1 Wwima MAN" A homely story of the pictur- So there is the story as well as | grandeur to 'The Loves of Phara- | " esque Mississippi River Shanty Boat People, with oh." It is one of the truly excep- "The Punch of the tional works of the screen, : " Irish A roaring comedy GRAND Sept. 25-26-27 Appealing to every child from nine to ninety KING' VIDOR Offers a totally different play WILLIAM RUSSELL IN "DESERT |i BLOSSOMS" | In "Desert Blossoms," a William Fox photoplay which will begin a run at the Grand Theatre Sept. 28, 29, 30, William Russell is starred in the role of a young construction engineer connected with a mighty government irrigation emterprise. Many of the scenes are filmed on the Mpjave Desert, in California, fonty miles from Death Valley. The story is by Kate Corbaley. Arthur Rosson directed the produec- tion. The popular Fox star is sup- ported by Helen Ferguson in the fem- inine lead, W. J. Rigby, Willis Ro- bards, Margaret Mann, Duleie Coop- er, Charles Spere and Gerald Pring. The young engineer is shown first in charge of construction on a bridge contract. The bribing of an assistant | by a swindling cement dealer results in the supplying of inferior material As a result, ! SEPT. 28, 29, 30 Willian Fox WILLIAM RUS vously and I noticed that he was the | only one who did not fire. He said | engine had been started, the anchor nothing, but I could see that Clare's | hauled up, and he was gathering safety was the sole thought in his | headway as he approached the en- mind. trance to the cove, rounding out into There was no need of anether | the harbor and away. volley. From the rear of the car We stood on the shore and made itself, we could hear an explosion, the party out. We saw that it was { 3 7 ai St. Ont. the spans engineer is {not cast. New Year's Day being a|top of the old silk hat. laze, 47: A98ie BL, 195den; OB! he puns Ja) am a hii Bent holiday also means that many are | "Is that for the music to come out | "My digestion got so bad I would to rehabilitate himself, under an as- |attending theatres and other places of Billie?" asked Uncle Wiggily. bloat all up and I suffered from con- sumed name. The irrigation pro- |of amusement which, while not al-| "yes and for the music to go in, stipation and biliousness, splitting | ject offers him his chavce. | together a deterrent, is assuredly not 155" answered the goat chap. "The | peadaches and dizzy spells. I had, "Desert Blossoms is declared to an incentive to the casting of bal-lyygic has to go in before it comes | rheumatism in my joints and often |be one of the best vehicles Russell lots. Then, too, the holiday rush|g,, {just ached all over. (has had. An engaging love theme is | n, stores prevents Jaby from "Hum!" Wiggily, "I never have an ache or pain of interwoven with exciting adventures. taking part in an election cam-|),,;;;)04 riddle. apy kind since taking Tanlac and irecte - thar Rese mused Uncle like. "This is a VAUDEVILLE. -.THE NEW MARTIN THEATRE.- If It's at the New Martin It Must Be Good TO-NIGHT and WEDNESDAY 25¢--No Advance in Prices--35c¢c VAUDEVILLE KEY HO & CO. A VARIETY NOVELTY OFFERING Do You Want 2 Second Chance ? if you could pull stakes and break away from your sent life, what would you do? Could you SCENES IN PICTURE FAMILIAR | TO ACTOR PLAYING THEM | rr a Jaipaign. Those Who are in [aVoripu go on, Billie." never felt better in my life." of retaining the present = elec-| After he had cut the hole in the| Badly digested food flis the whole | tion day claim that it being 2 hat, Billie nailed it to the trunk of system with poisons Rheumatism holiday, presents a better Opportun- |, (rec, in a shady place, and where and many other complaints not gen- | ity to the electorate for the casting igoome branches would keep off the | erally recognized as having their or- | of thei voles. They also point 10,05; But to make sure no water | igin in the stomach quickly respond the fact that if a change were made |or snow would drip down on the hat, [to the right treatment. Get a bottle | it would of necessity mean that the | the goat boy built a little roof over it {of Tanlac today at an; good drug- | election would be held on a week day of white birch bark. gist's 4 | and a working day, because it would | = «yeos Jike a little house, isn't it," | EE i not be feasible to bold the election| iq Uncle Wiggily. "A hat house, | | on Saturday. Councillors who were Billie." re 4 . to-day interviewed either have mot A i ; oh. was" bbs | Led oe er | semen ie wat oe vow | THEATRES | Huctation or do op sake Neti Je box. It will take a little time for the | sions printed below are those of coun- music to get in it. though. Can you Naas au 4 wait Uncle Wiggily?" cillors who came out flatfooted either "Oh. surely" AmEwehed the. 7ab- for or against the proposal. bit gentleman. "I want to see the -------- | Another Suggestion end of this puzzle. I may make a | Harry Todd, who plays the part of | Mayor John Stacey is one who does | music hat house myself." "Booge,"" the singing tramp in King not believe that it avould be in the When the tall silk hat, with the |Vidor's photoplay, "The Jack Knife best interest of the town to hold the! hole in it, and the roof over it had Mam," is back to his old stamping election a mouth earlier. He char-| been fastened to the tree. Uncle |ground in this picture of life along | acterized the desire for a change as|Wiggily and Billie hid nearby in {the banks of the Mississippi River. | the desire of faddists. "If any | the bushes. Pretty soon Mr. Robin Mr. Todd was raised in a little town | {change is to be made," he said. "I| Red Breast and his wife flew along, lon this majestic stream and ran away | suggest that the election be held a from home when a boy to become an | month later than formerly." He ex-| earlier in the year that it would con- actor. His first engagement was with | pressed the belief that the employees flict in a serious manner with the an "Uncle Tom's Cabin" troupe play- | pre- of the town had at the end of each |duties of the town hall employees. ing the river towns. Mr. Todd who is | ? year enough work to do without the|it is immaterial to him whether a one of the enjoyable characters in this | additional worry of an election. "An-| change is made or not. he asserted. quaint offering which is playing at | | { forget nual statements and other matters have to be attended to," he said. Encourage Intopest Councillor R. D. Preston said that the people should have every fa- cility at their disposal to en- able them to cast their wotes. "The nomination period comes at a wery busy time of the year," | REGENT TONIGHT AND WEDNESDAY COMING: THURS., FRL & SAT. 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