PAGE SIX
A NIGHT CALL
W.KU.SWVKX
the clatter of the
I A ' I wind ’ night bell rang
I /A I shrilly, and Its Jangling, a
I I silence, and the Jangling
again were graphic of a
frightened finger throat
anxiously upon that round
ed button down beside the
front door. Dr. Bertram
Darand, as he aroused,
pictured the finger slip
ping off the button and
fumbling for it again In the dark and
now, finding it again, once more the
linger rang the bell long and loudly.
Dr. Bertram Darand did out of bed,
wide awake and agreeably excited.
The ringing of that bell at night was
an event to him whose modest brass
plate beside the door —B. Darand,
If. D.—never before bad attracted any
such attention as this. Someone was
outside now, in the storm, calling for
his services, and the character of this
call suggested desperation. The time,
as he saw by his cheap watch with'
Illuminated dial, was half-past two, {
and the thrilling thought came to
young Dr. Bertram Darand, that if he'
had had to wait a year for his first
imperative call, now a chance had
come to him which might give him
a real start on his career.
Groping in the darkness for the
•witch, he pressed It, hut no light fol-i
lowed. There Was no light in the
street; all 1 the electric lamps were
out, extinguished by some accident of
the storm, probably. So Bertram —he,
hated his Christian name, Bertram —
crossed to the window and peered out,'
and In spite of the absence of the
near-by electricity, he saw In that
vagfte illumination which always hov
ers over a city, the shadowy figure of
a girl standing on the steps below.
“lon want a doctor 1” he called
down.
“Yesl" came a young voice, tinged
with excitement “Oh, hurry, please.”
“For yourself? You’re hurt?”
“Mo; no—it’s for someone else. But
I’ve come for you. Please hurry I"
‘TU be down at once.”
) “Surgical bag, doctor 1” she called.
“All right” • .
As he turned hastily from the win-;
dow and reached for his clothes, B.
Darand, M. D„ trembled slightly, 'The 1
call seemed to be quite as imperative!
as he had hoped; and he felt the flat-:
tery of It more positively because only]
two doors away down the street was
another surgeon, Doctor Durkee; much
older and much better known from
long residence in this locality.
He never thought while he was
fumbling in the dark that It was bare
ly distinguishable aa a doctor’s sign,
but that was all. B. Darand, M. D„
was Just twenty-geven years Old, Just
a little better than two years out of
medical school and a year beyond the
finish of his lntarneshlp at Cook
County hospital. The past twelve
months naturally had been thin ones;
and B. Darand, M. D., had felt Indeed,
that he had been even QBtdolng nature
a bit In the thinness of personal re
sources. ...... ,
Tonight, at fjils moment, B. Darand. !
St D„ owed three weeks’ hoard bill to j
the landlady upon whose house hl> |
brass plate stood; his bank balance |
Was at the brink of overdraft; ho
owned that cheap watch, which told
time In the dark, because ho had
pawned his good gold ode, from the.
proceeds of ' which transaction re
mained precisely one dollar and forty-:
•even cents in silver and coppers.
Nothing- Is ’ more conclusive of a
man's estate, than that he counts Ms
copper pennies. Bertram had been
brought up to be, served by a valet
Habits from bis valeted Ays clung to
Mm; he never went to bed without
first laying out his dothes properly!
for himself, a habit which made for
haste for him now when ho had to
dress In toe dato* When he was down
stairs, and, surgical hag In hand, had
opened the front door, the girl who
had comm for him complimented him—
“ You’re quick, doctor.”
I } ••What’s the case?" he asked.
; Til teQ yon on the way ever.”
\ j “Whore do ws go?” ho asked.
' [ TU drive you. ,My cart on* the
eorner.” 1 :
| He gased at bar whs no longer was
S mars shadow In the n|ght hut a fair,
eager, excited young girt who had
come purpossiy for him. Why for
Mm?
He asked: -Do I know your
“No. My name’s Hewitt Gram*
•eat me. He tried to'phono you; but
the atom must’ve knocked out the
’phones and the lights. So Grame told
me to go for you.”
“I see,” said B^rfram^ut^w^ro-
t ° himself—Grame. Surely he
IWW 110 OB# D y tuBX name wuv a
ha ”Acddent o he a*ed (Us girl
uf^e^ueettoa,
“Why, surer she said. “Whard you
suppose r And there was an odd,
• ants la that pleasant voum
(Coprrisktbr W.a C* «»■■■)
Docking ahead Darand beheld the
outlines of a roadster at the curb., j
"Get Ini” said Hewitt; “we’ve got]
to hurry.” She" seated herself behind
the wheel ahd, as soon as he was be-)
side her she started off to too south.
Bertram knew the way at first; she)
{was driving down. Wells street through,
the section of small stores, fiat build
ing*, garages, warehouses sad cheap
hotels which lie Just westward, and
therefore inland from the lake, of the 1
rich, luxurious district along the shore ,
which In Chicago is called the “Gold
Coast.”
With the streets and avenues and
“places” to the east Bertram waa per- 1
fectly familiar —there ho had been I
born and brought up; but ho knew
almost nothing of the streets to the
west of Wells, except In general that
there were an .endless lot of them,
confusedly alike and Indiscriminate,
where unnumbered hundreds of thou
sands of middle-class people lived,
Grame ms,o( these, for .the car
swung suddenly off WeUs street to tha
west, upon an avenue the name of
which Bertram did not know. He
wanted to ask Hewitt, but he did. not
for fear of betraying his Ignorance of
Grame, whom ho ought to know. Bn|
ho made talfref the storm.
Hewitt said in reply, "He got home,!
you see.” ,
“Yes,” said Bertram vaguely.
T don’t know how over he did It,”!
she continued, her voice trembling
sUghtly. ' \ 1
She thrust forward with both legs|
suddenly, throwing out the dutch,!
clamping on the brake. Evidently l
here, up this strange street. Was,
“home.” Probably “he” was Grame;)
but Bertram could only guess.
“They near got him. Maybe they l
did! You’ve some work In front of'
) you. Doctor. Baxter would Just yeU!
for help, Grame said. That’s why)
they sent after you,”
The car slipped with aa easy skid
to the curb before what appeared to
! be a three-story apartment building.)
! All lights In this quarter of the city,,
! too, were out; except for the wind,
! there was silence. Nobody was about,
I As Dr. B. Darand, surgical bag In
| hand, stepped down upon the wet side-,
: walk, he felt his pulses leaping with
unprofessional excitement
j Hewitt said to him, as he hesitated:
! “You know tMS place, don’t you?
* You’ve been here before. Well, don’t;
> wait for me. They want you in there,
) Go on in!”
| He passed through tho black vesti
bule! and tried the inner door. It was
locked. Then he heard Hewitt behind
i him.
“Did you push tho button?”
! “No,” he answered. Which button
should he push?
He heard toe click of a key and too
turn of a bolt Hewitt opened an
inner door and a faint odor of stale
cigarettes came from the oppressive
darkness within. Then a further door
to the left opened and a flickering
yellow light cast s pattern on tos op
posite waU. Within It waa the shadow
of a man.
“That you, Kitty?” came the shad
ow's voice. It was a low, harsh voice!
land Bertram saw the shadow's jaw
move.
“I got him,” answered Kitty.
"Hello, Docl”
A short heavy-set man la a dark
sack suit aimeared In the doorway,
holding a candle.
“Hello," said Bertram steadily.
“In there! Take a'look at him.* 1
Doctor Darand watered quickly. It
was a bedroom and he saw by toe
flickering candle-light toe body of a
young man lying beneath a sheet upon
toe bed. Doctor Darand moved for
ward. The young man lying there
was appealingly handsome. His black
hair curled against the white pillows,
Ms face was pale as death and Ms
eyes were closed. Doctor Darand*»
first glance waa professional; it told
him that this young man was not
dead. Then, as he continued to |ua
Bertram was Startled by the familiar
ity of the features on too pillow. He
had seat that face before name
where. But even aa tip sought to re
call toe drctuafttnficen,, and while be
wen ♦Mnkieg that, after all, no sir
take had been made add he rightly
had bean summoned to tola case, a
rough hand suddenly selxed Ms
ahouldsr. >,
“Say—who the b—l are yen?"
Tm Doctor Darand,” Bertram an
swered with a deal Irate attempt at
•Doctor Darand?” ’ Grame’s heavy
jaw thrust ‘fitoward threateningly.
j*What was toe matter with Mm?
geou eu my ow£ '
-I get hlm.” Mtty interfered. -If
dtot the men!”
Grame withdrew Ms muscular grip
from Bertram’! Shoulder and faced
hf. ,
“Wen,” she was saying to Grame,
trying to be-sejto add fenfldent, ”1
IXTE vvOvJKU UAILI. IKIXSUINE
- Jf. V - • V V
; reached forth and touched* the pale
cheek careaatogly. . ■ «> ./ .
The wounded gunman waa stUl un
conscious.
; “Good G—d," she said, in a gasp of
entreaty to Grame, T got t doctor
and there’s no time to—” .. r.‘
• Grame agreed by a Jerk of Ma head
'and she moved hack fropa the bed.
“Go ahead, doctor,” abb akld to Ber
tram. _ .
He drew the sheet from the body,
disclosing clumsy bandages, crimson
with blood, over the young man’s ab
domen. Bertram removed the ban-
Idages carefully. The trouble was 'a
gunshot wound; no doubt of It,
. “Well—iow about It?" G Fame's
harsh voice inquired. Bertram asked,
'"When did It happenr
.1 “’Bout twenty minutes before she
'came for you."
J “He ought," said Bertram, and had
I 'to repeat, “Ha ought to be removed
I jte a hospital at once."
I > Grame’s pigllke eyes guttered un
pleasantly. “Hospital 1 Any boob can
■say that" Grame took a Step for-
I ward. “Look here, you—are you any
(good? You wanted this case bad and
' you Just thought ylu'd come, eh? All
i right—j Dow what can you do?"
j “You mean, what can I do for him
Ijherer
j “You said it Right here 1” Grame
'snapped. “Nowl”
“Who’ll help me?” he asked.
I “I will,’’ said Kitty, and moved
toward Mm. Grame was Silent lean
ing against the door-jamb, his plgUke
eyes watching Intently. - <•»
I Bertram whipped off Ms coat
rolled up his shirt sleeves, and cross
ing to toe oak bureau which, held a
-china washbowl, and pitcher, he
washed his hands. Kitty Hewitt
•brought him a clean towel, and he
returned to the bedside and laid out
-from his Nag, cotton, gauze;, a can of
{ -ether nmj a mask, and his Instruments
j In sterile covers.
‘ The girl, Kitty Hewitt, remained
{ steady. In that grim, business of flnd
lng/the bullet and sewing up the dam
E® .y,
; 'JW
f V
-In Here" Cams ■ Whisper of Katie Hewitt’s Voice, "Gulak."
age it had done, Bertram had to have
help, and without flinching she placed
cotton sponges, held Ms surgical
damps, pasted knife and scissors to
him. She never quivered, never
failed him. Grame leaned against toe
wall beside toe door, watching. He
neither helped nor Interfered, except
as toe threat of Mm acted to throw
Bertram Into that rare state of daring
and skill in which a surgeon Plana,
devises and operates greatly. Yes,
greatly, for there under toe light of
those two pocket torches and with
Grame sullenly watching and menac
ing him, Bertram Darand felt toe thrill
«f greatness for the first time.
When he was sewing up, and almost
had finished, he heard froth Grame.
“You’re gettln’ away with it, ain't
you, doc? I bat yea done better's
Durkee would.” i
Then Qramo know he had made a
sUp; pud Bertram, knew It Durkee I
It wis Durkee that they had meant
to call; Durkee! in some way, was to
with Grame. And now, as Bertram
straightened and wiped Ms hands, Ms
work almost over, he realised the in
sufficiency of Ms theory that Grame
had shot this young man. Bertram
gased at toe white face of Ms patient
and suddenly knew him.
“Eddie Pellen!” he cried to himself.
This man was Eddle T'eilfcn, known to
the police aa “Eddie toe Immune,” Im
plicated in a dosen “Jobs."
Bertram, staring down at Eddie toe
Immune, felt Grume’s strong, heav>y
hand on his shoulder.
"AB through?" demanded Grame.
1 am, now.”
"Wall, what d’you think r
Bertram looked from Grame’s heavy*
jawed red face to Kitty Hewitt She
was standing away from him a little
she was pels from toe unnerving
strain.’ Bertram said, as much to her
las to Grame, "I think he has a
I obento"
roughly,-"how much do you know?” I
“What t" said Bertram. His momen- 1
tery, warmth, following Kitty’s adml |
ration pt him, waa gone; he was feel
lag let down.
“You heard me,” Grame threatened;
"how much do you know?"
"Why?" said Bert tom.
“You think you recognize this fella?”,
Bertram’s instinct warned him
against lying. “Maybe," he said, i
“I guess 80. ■ Well—ybu’re through
now. Yob did a good Job. Whadda
we owe yen? A hundred? How’s
toatr |
Grams had become too suddenly af
fable. Bertram did not like it; and
•he liked It leas when he glanced at
Kitty Hewitt She was gazing not
at'him, but at Grame, with wide eyes. (
“Look here!” she Mid to Grame!
That was alt Took here!" But the
sucked in her breath quickly and her
big eyes made a plea.
TU get you toe cash,” said Grame *
and he turned heavily and walked
from toe room.
Bertram faced Kitty, who stared ats
him with eyes haggard from what toe
had been through and from dread.)
Her eyes said that toe wanted no,
more tola night and they told tost she)
knew there must be more.
“What does it mean r Bertram
asked her.
She raised a finger warnlngly.
“Walt here," she begged. “Don’t try
to pull anything. Don’t make a move.”
She crossed the room, closing the door.
Hie fingers, pitting away Me instru
ments, 'lingered on the longest of hit
sharp surgical knives, then he shook
his head and returned It to tile Case.
He went to a chair against • wall on
which Eddie Pellen the Bhmune’s;
clothing lay ;“but as he bent, oyer and
was feeling through the' pockets, the;
door suddenly opened and closed
again, . Kitty Hewitt had returned.
“Listen/* she said.
••wear
“Drop It, doctor,” toe ordered curtly,
as he clung to Eddie’s clothes. "Hop
ing for a gun? Well, those htve been -
frisked. Besides—” tos took a step
toward him—“do you think you’d have
a chance in toe gun fight here? You’re
In a Jam, but Tvs got a chance for
you.* •
Bertram dropped the clothes.
“Chance? What de yon mean?”
-Listen,” toe said again. -You’re a
surgeon—and a d—n good one. Well,
these people need a d—n good sur
geon. It wasn't your fault you got to
here tonight I brought you. But
that does not help yon—” her voice
dropped to a whisper—“with these
people. But I got your chance, doc
tor. I told to Grape! Doctor Derand’s
young and you cast count on him, If ha
comes with us.' Jfe com*—rm teUlng
you." -
"With your ir
-Hobody will ever know," toe said,
again pleading q|th Mm rather than
?hr— »«l!ng.
Dr. Bertram Baron d. had no* long
time to deliberate, over It Grame en
tered. •> ; 3 f .} -h ' • i
“Here I" be o4*iMt'ttoUnotaa. "I
got your money. Two hundred for too
Job. That’s how we pay. Seer HE
plgUke eyes searched Bertram sus
piciousiy. “There, rare."
There was no hint of bargain or
compact in Grama’s cold offer. What
ever Kitty Hewitt bed made Mm agree
to e few minutes before waa now de
nied. Grame was paying for a com
pleted performance, asking nothing eC
the future.
Greme*and'at T the money
lint not of It His mind wee
ou the window behind hiss- He "woe
so toe first floor, hi recoUeeted, end
maney/ftwe blind. They're going to
- • n „
eofild. -Your man's doing well. Any
■ , _ . * . *
way. I cant do any more here. *
pw I’ll be going."
“I’ll drive yOn.” said Kitty Hewitt '
quickly., r : {■ t
Grame turned to her with a scowl!,
“You’re mi In, Kit. SopeTl take him*
home.” if*,, ; 1
"No one will have to taka toe," said !
Bertram. TU ’phone for a taxi."
" ’Phone’s out tonight" mapped j
Grame. "Sope’U be glad to do It"
“I’ll walk ” Bertram offered, aa
steadily as he could.
“Suit "t ourself,” said Grama and
turned and left the room, but waited
outside the door. Either he bad given
some signal to Kitty or else of her
own accord she followed him, and,
just outside the door, Grame spoke
to her In whispers.
Bertram did not try to listen; he
backed to the window and then, rad*’
denly swinging about, he seised the
lifts under' the window blinds. By the
grace of God, the window waa not
locked nor did it stick. Be had it up
before Grame could jump Into the
room. Bertram leaped through the
window upon a cement paving In a
tiny court between two bulldlnt*. He.
sprawled on the cement, and ns he
picked himself np a circle of light
followed him, his shadow sprawled
below him. Grume had come to the
window and waa holding him covered
by the light of an electric torch.
Probably Grame had him covered by
a pistol, too, Bertram thought, and he
cringed In expectation of a shot. But
no bullet came and Bertram shrank;
to the wall and crept along It toward
•the end of the area where it narrowed
into a bottle neck, to the alley. *
Still Grame did not shoot; he made
no sound; he l only kept-his light dose
to Darand. But at the end of the
area two dark figures loomed up. Ber
tram baited and pressed against the
Iwril.
' Beside him, very close, n bolt
scraped and a door opened—a door
which freed no light.
' "In here," came a whisper of a
voice—of Kitty Hewitt’s voice.
“Quick!”
' He stumbled forward and In. The
door slammed 1 behind him and the bolt
scraped again. An electric torch lit
a circle of cellar, showing a laundry
tub and a gas stove.
“There I" said Kitty Hewitt and her
circle of light lifted to another door
, ahead.
Together they flung open the door
and went Into the brick-wafted pas
sage, where her light disclosed an
other door, directly ahead.
He opened this, but more cautiously,
and he found himsrif ut the foot of n
short flight of-cement steps leading to
the street Behind hlnl Kitty Hewitt
had extinguished her light
"Into my car!” she whispered to
him, and together they ran up the
steps and across the sidewalk to hg#
roadster.
Another car, a bigger one, stood bo
hlnd It but no one urns in the car.
Then someone came oht of the front
of the flat building; somebody, not
Grame. called “Kit! Kit I you d-n
fooll" Yet no shot was fired. .
That street In front of that flat
was no place for shooting,
Kitty Swung thn car about a corner
and looked back. "They're after as,
doctor,” she sgld, bar voles thrilling.
Os course “they" wars after “us”—
us being Kitty’Hewih and Bertram
Darand, M. D. "They" wets in that
big ear. which had been at (ha curb
behind Kitty's, but Bat was giving
them a rids. > .
Her foot On the accelerator strained
forward constantly. "Thu d—n thing's
down to the floor board." she grid to
Bertram, complalnlngly. "IPs wide
OP lhe meant tbs foot-throttle, of
course; she was giving It all the l gas
she could.
"Where arS they!" she asked him,.
He gazed back and estimated.
"They—” no doubt about It, "they”
were about u block behind.
Kitty Hewitt naked: “They’re go
tag to get usT* y.
"They're gaining some,” Bertram
Mid, and after a few mors seconds a
roar reached Kitty and him above
their own engine noise.
"How closer asked Kitty, never
taking her own ayes from toe pave
ment rushing under her wheels,
“fifty yards."
“Look under the saatr
*whut r
"Look under year sestr
The cushion on the front asst was
divided and he lifted the half tapoa
which he had sat and uncovered n
contrivance of steel braces, wound
with n heavy chain.
Kitty Hewitt’ culled: "That's It
Take It cud* >
He took it sit; thrust hud: the
cushion and plumped down upon ft,
too contrivance hi his Id* ‘
’Spread It I* cried Kitty. |
He unwound the chain and found
folded arms of steel at each end. Ho
spread them and they formed six
armed stars of steal.
“Get ltr Kitty Hewitt cried to
him. "Throw it la front of; their
wheel. Throw It oat when they
corns op,"
Kitty Hewitt Skewed her car over.
It veered so suddenly that Bertram
thought she was hit
"Now give It to ’ami” toe yelled,
sad Bertram understood. She had
swung to the left, to bring them up,
when they overtook, an' toe right
When he could throw Ms store and
chain; and, coldly as he could, Ber
tram arranged hts hobble of «tesl and
save It to them
"What’d it dor Bitty Hewitt d*
1 *n’t Know."
"It smashed town. 1 * Bertram said.
“TOty-re against the curb. Bat I don’t
‘i W- .. ■■■ '
■ . t
you do it—for m*r ' f
, “Oh I" she exclaimed, end hesitated
to Instant eg though startled by him
out of her okra thought Td have
done it fpr apybody,” she. answered
lightly.
Should you—fqr •,
er wide eyes turned to him frank
ly. ' “No," toe told Kim: “Os toufag
1 wouldn’t” And she seised the driv
ing-wheel again and pressed the
starter.
“Wbere’re you going?" he askM her.’
“Oh, just going,” she said, and they,
moved slowly through suburban
streets where milk-wagons were de
livering to little cottages and where
theyfohnd no one hut milkmen astir
until a newspaper truck lumbered by
them and cams to a hilt before a
little shop.
"Would’you mind stopping?” Ber
tram asked fUtty Hewitt
r She drew up-hear the shop. "Go
ahead,” she said; and he stepped out
and took onn of the papers from the?
bundle. - ' ■} '
“Policeman Shot by Gunman!’’ said
the black-face type at the; top of toe
front-page column Inserted as lest
“extra” news.
I ’Eddie Pellen, who has come to be
known as Eddie toe Immune, shot and
probably mortally wounded Patrol
man John Monaghan In a revolver
battle when Monaghan cams upon Ed
die Pellen in—*
B. Darand, M. D, did not read tbs
rest of (he report He looked up at
Kitty Hewitt
"The papers got it, did they?" she
asked. *
He handed the paper to, her, and
as her eyes went to the
blackface' type.
“That it?" he asked her. ’’
“That’s It doctor."
"Well," he said to her slowly, "what
are you going to do now?” ■.*' •
“Whet are your she demanded of
Ihlm. “That’s what I need to know,
Iflrst"
"Whyr
"Why!* she repeated, with a toads
of her cdntiinpt with which she had
ejaculated “you" when they were rac
ing. “I suppose Tve just made my
self awful popular with Grame and
eepecliUy with Sope, fast now."
» "Are you," said Bertraln, "are you
figuring on going back to themr
“Going?" she exclaimed and smiled
ruefully. "Doctor, those boys ire go
getters.”
"You mean they’ll get yonr j
"Get me? If ' you peep, doctor, 1
don’t know about you, but I do knew
about me. I haven’t a chance. 'But
if you’ll play with us. if you’ll Just be
sensible now and be good—” f;
“Be good!* exclaimed Bertram.
"Yes! Liston nowl'Toa
a jam. f got you out Into ft; but you
got yourself la, too. Isn’t that the
truth? You knew I didn’t come for
you. You walked right In. Anyway,
there you were in a Jam, and I got
you out didn’t ir
"You certainly did."
“It wouldn’t be so had, doctor, if I
hadn’t had to spring toe dhrin. But
that—welt we don’t know what we
did, do wer. ,
“No!” Bertram admitted.
“Maybe nothing can equars It*
said Kitty thoughtfully. "Hut maybe
if I go at them this way, maybe If
they’re jnst Jarred a little and I say
as soon a# I set ’em, 'You’re a fins
bunch of boobs. . Here Tvs got you a
good surgeon, who’ll work with us,
and sH yon can think of U to croak
him. He won’t breaths a word, * He’s
with ns.’ Then if yoh don’t squeal,
maybe HI get away with It Do yon
ess, doctor?"
*T ass,” said Bertram, "I see of
course—they’ll punish ..you. If I tell
anything. That is. If you can’t es
cape them."
“Me, escaper arid Kitty. "Me?”
Bertram demanded: "What are you
to them? To Grame?” be particular
ised. "To Eddie Pellen r
“Why do you went to know?"
“I want to know,” said Bertram, «4
Ist more about you.”
"You dor
T want to know that more than
anything rise.*
"Then keep to yourself what you
know and maybe you’ll know mors
about me. If you talk, all you’ll know
Is that soeasbsdyll find me with s
bullet or a knife In me—or maybe
choked."
She moved her car slowly. "Writ I"
begged Bertram, but toe toot her car
swiftly from him. "Good-by 1" she
celled, and, without again looking
baric, she left him there.
Bertram Darand, M. D„ took a
street car Into the city. He corid bava
hired a motor, since he had two hun
dred dollars In cash In his pocket, hut
just now he had a longing for the com
pany of ordinary people.
Every newspaper In that car, like
•vary paper to toe city, was display
ing tbs black -type, declaring last
night’s crime of Eddie Pellen, Eddie
the Immune, and demanding the im
mediate finding of Eddie
During that day there was mors
than the usual outcry for toe punish
ment of s gunmen.
But before he could be punished hs
meat be found, and no one who knew
told where he might be found. B,
Darand. M. D, did net tell.
He could uot know that his silence
mate safe Kitty Hewitt
and Sops and toe rest, mlghrgunlah
her anyway, and the idea of It ex
cited Bertram every time he thought
of It sad thought how she, so slight
and fair and quick, raced for his life
without regard to her own risk. But
at least he could refrain from rarely
Tuesday, July 21, 1925
JULY .•>!
PI PAD AMPF
GAVE*
Saturday and Every
Day This Week at
FISHER’S
Shop Every Aide
of every
Department
This Is Full of
Money Savers
For You
Here Is a New One
And at Sale Prices
A Real Summer
Corselette
Its Cool
It Supports
Its Comfortable
Sale $3.95 and $5.95
.hist the Garment ««
IYou Hive Been:, : ,■ ,
Looking For
Voile and Tub Dress
es in This Sale
95c $3.45 to $3.84
— : T
Fisher Hosiery Give
More Miles of Wear
Saturday Specials:
SOS Value Pure Silk
Hose, Sale 79c
Kayser Pointed Slip
per Heel Stockings,
$1.39
Solid Color, Light
Shades
Special Kiddies’
Fancy Sox 17c
No Left Overs in
Millinery Hare <
All Millinery Classi
fied for This Sale
.
25c 50c 95c and on
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