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Page 6 THE HAILEYBURIAN THURSDAY, JUNE 5th, 1930 a a aie odin ain atin ain atte atin alin ain alien aie a aie in ail eae | The Red-Headed Man tsi. By McFarlane (Continued from Last Week) Hazel would not have been hu- man if she hadn't flirted with gingerly speculations on the effi- ago. head." He was shot through n{* | Slim now and then when I was! present. I should not have been'cles and loops, then went wingin human if I had not felt the first}its way oer the fence and Nook spasms of jealousy, to be follow-|the fields. ed by the usual symptoms of|terrified expression that slowly} moodiness, wrath, a feeling of in-|came over Hazel's face, conscious: tense injury, and more or less' of Slim's licking his lips in an ab-| 2cl ons on | of way, and} ciency of suicide. Foolish? Would*then I got my second shock of sent-minded sort you have youth otherwise? Every|the morning. time I saw Hazel laughing with Slim, talking to him, treating him! as an equal, I glowered like a! thundercloud. And now here she! was perched on a fence in the! morning sunlight, watching the lanky idiot fix a gate. | As the car came to a stop,' Hazel scrambled down from the fence and skipped over toward me. She was an impish little thing, brown-eyed and dark, with wavy bobbed hair and a generous mouth that could smile contagi- ously enough to lure a grin from the Sphinx. " 'Lo, Johnnie! Gee, it's nice to see you so early in the morn- ing!" She leaped up on the running- board and rumpled my hair with a warm, plump hand. Slim, the hired man, called out acheery "Hello!" and bent to his work again. "Got out the wrong side of the bed this morning, huh?" chirped 3rown Eyes, dancing up and down on the running-board. | maintained a portentious si- lence and frowned darkly. "Where you goin', Johnnie?" She clung to the side door and rocked back and forth until the car swayed. "Take me with you?" "I guess you're too busy," I muttered heavily, with what I felt was magnificent sarcasm. Sut Hazel was used to me by now. Not by word or sign would she indicate that demeanor was noticed. "Oh, I am--I'm awfully busy," she replied, swinging out at arm's length and back again. "Slim and Ihave been fixing the gate." "So I noticed." "Great little pair of gate fixers, Slim and me. Going into part- nership soon. We'll have a great big sign, 'Hazel & Slim, Limited' Doors Repaired and Gates Fixed' Ain't we, Slim?" The gangling one looked up and grinned lazily. "Couldn't get along without you, kid." [ suppressed an impulse to wage battle with the blasphemer. My Hazel being called "kid" by a hired man! I gazed darkly at her, but she giggled so infectious- ly and her brown eyes were so clear and ingenious that my ex- pression must have softened in spite of myself, for she smiled, leaned forward, and whispered: "Silly, silly, silly!' tapped my cheek, and leaped down from the running-board. "Well, if you won't take me with you----" she sighed in mock despair. "lve got to go to town," I growled, remembering that I bore news of import. "There was a fellow murdered over at our place." She looked up sharply, her eyes wide, her lips parted. For a mo- ment there was a dead silence, broken only by the buzz of the dragon-fly that swooped over- head. Slim straightened up with more celerity than I could have believed possible and came pad- ding over through the dust of the lane. "What's that you say? one murdered?" "But how? ... Who was he? Not at your place? asked my Some- Hazel. "Found his body on the shore For, instead of overwhelming} plodding way, and when I told me with questions, as their natu-|him of my discovery, his first ral reaction might have been, they exchanged a quick, fleeting glance that was electric way, but to my jealous gaze mon thought had passed between them and that here was some understanding from which I was barred. So swift had it. been that later I was to tell myself over and over again that I must have been wrong, torturing my- self by vain attempts to reason away the conviction that was firmly set in my mind. Slim recovered himself instant- ly. "Found him on the shore?" he said, his voice slipping back into its old lazy tones. Hazel looked down at the road- way, nervously twisting her handkerchief in her fingers. "T guess he was shot and thrown into the lake." "What did he look like?" quired Slim, amiably curious. "He was just a young felllow. About twenty-five, I guess. He was red-headed v Hazel looked up swiftly. "Red- headed!" she gasped. Then, "Not that there's any more reason--he might "She forced a little laugh that broke in the middle-- "he might be fair or dark or any- thing else for that matter, but-- but, Johnnie--a murder! Right near here . . . The poor lad! I'm all upset." She was evidently trying to cover up her confusion, for he added: "I'm trembling all over. It's dreadful." She casta terrified look at Slim, but that youth, after his first involuntary betrayal, was indolently calm, although I thought I detected a faint twitching at the corners of in- his lips. "Just a young fellow, eh? .. . Gosh, that's bad! . . .Goin in to get the police?" I nodded. The strange reaction of the pair had left me bewilder- ed. I was dazed with vague and incredible suspicions. There was something! But what? What could there be? What could they know of this red-headed youth who now lay lifeless on the beach? Did they know anything? Why that swift glance between them? Had there been such a glance at all? Did this all lie in my imagination? "Guess I'll be getting along," I muttered. "Want me to go asked Slim. "lll manage all right," I said gruffly, for I was angry and puz- zled and disturbed. "You and Hazel can go over to our place if you like. Mother hates to be left alone." "Sure! Sure! That's a good idea. We'll do that." The engine roared as the car jumped forward. Before I turn- ed the bend in the road I looked back. They were standing there just as I had left them, quite mo- tionless, in the settling haze of dust. And so I drove to town, scarce- ly seeing the gray highway be- with you?" fore me, utterly shaken, complet- this morning. Just a little while,;ely bewildered, the thrust from my mind the host of nebulous suspicions that swirled The dragon-fly zoomed in cir-1in an evil cloud. I was conscious of a} | ' with: prohibition agent. mutual comprehension. It lastediagreed to come out to the farm only a fraction of a second, that at once, and in a few minutes we glance, and the moment their) started out, Weiberg and the cor- eyes met they looked swiftly a-!oner in the police car, Duimage : it and I leading the way in my was unmistakable that some com-! ramshackle flivver. and trying ieee Chapter II Lights in the Night Chief Weiberg, of Moberly, was a man who had never been particularly noted for his intel- lectual attainments, but he was thorough enough in a stodgy, move was to notify Yates, the coroner, and Dulmage, the local They both "Migh be one of your men," I suggested to the prohibition agent. Dulmage, a short, scrawny fel- low with a nondescript mus- tache and an unconscionable fond- ness for the sound of his own voice, did not think so. "No agents operatin'\up there unless I know it," he drawled, blinking his mild blue eyes. "I'm in sole charge of this here territory and if I need help I send for it. Ain't needed any so far, and I don't ex- pect to, neither." When we reached the farm I found that Hazel was with my mother in the house. Slim was sitting on the front steps, whit- tling lazily at a small stick and talking with old Peter Kent, who had come over from his farm. A mild-mannered, likable old chap was Peter Kent, with an expres- sion of perpetual anxiety on his seamed and bearded face--an ex- pression that had been stamped there by years of deadly conflict with an unproductive farm anda mortgage that hung over him with the dark menace of a Domo- clean sword. He nodded to us brightly and piped: "How do?" Slim untangled himself and re- marked that it hadn't taken us long. We made our way down the beach. The coroner, a precise little man with eye-glasses and a clipped mustache, trotted by my side. Chief Weiberg, assuming command, paced stolidly in ad- vance, and\Slim and Peter Kent brought up the rear with Dul- mage, who intoned a dreary nar- rative to which no one paid the slightest attention. When we came within sight of that dark form sprawled on the beach, how- ever, he lapsed into silence, and in silence we came up to the body. "Just a minute, just a minute, to MURASA) ATR SATT TRANSAT VSATTTTT gentlemen," said Weiberg impor- { tantly, when we were still a few yards away. "I see footprints here in the sand. There might be a clue. I'll ask you to stand back until I look 'em over." We remained obediently where we were, and Weiberg stalked a- head, gravely inspecting the marks in the sand. "They're mine," I told him. "I didn't see any other footprints when I found him." "Oh, they're yours, are they?" he said, plainly disappointed. "I hadn't thought of that." He bent over and scrutinized the foot- prints more closely, then straigh- tened up with an expression of triumph on his usually stolid countenance. "Have you got one foot bigger than the other?" "Certainly not," I snapped. "Well," declared Chief Weiberg shaking his head gravely, "there are two separate and distinct footprints here." (To be continued) EMUCIOEZ SSNS Sy TTT yg TTT TTT ertised Goods Are Lower---- ADVERTISING turns over stocks rapidly, and therefore multiplies profits. This means that prices in a shop which advertises can be short rather than long Of this you may be sure: -- Prices in a shop which advertises are not MORE than in a The chances are that they are oftentimes lower. shop which does not advertise. This, also, is generally true: You will find better goods, better values and better service Al =| =| eS in those shops which turn over their stocks rapidly. This means, as a general thing, shops which advertise. 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