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Holdup Honeymoon

By Edwin Rutt

CAST OF CHARACTERS JOSEPH SANDHAM-hero; he thought he was on top of the world until he smacked into KELLY ARCHER-—heroine; she thought she was headed for the altar until she smacked inte ED, the WEASAL—gangster; he thought he was headed somewhere, too, but affairs somehow got mixed up.

Yesterday: Joe convinces Ed that he is kidnaping Kelly and then under cover of darkness he begins te do things in the automobile,

CHAPTER NINE

ES, under cover of darkivess, | Mr. Sandham moved into ac- | tion, First his left hand stole surreptitiously into his inside coat] socket while his right hand con- | tinued to guide the car. From the pocket he drew a small oblong ob- | ject which he placed in his lap. Then the hand went back into the | pocket and came out with a smaller thinner object. After that. for the | space of five minutes, both hands | rested innocuously on the wheel. In the back of the car the head of Ed the Weasal nodded slightly. | Joe half-turned in his seat and stole a look at him out of the corner of his eye Getting sleepy?” he asked. “Naw,” said the Weasel, blinking through the darkness Joe drove for another mile in orthodox fashion. Then, very carefully, his right hand groped in his lap for the slender thing which he

had taken from his pocket, found it. | |

The oblong object lay flat on his | knee. And for a short time the thumb and first finger of his right hand were tortuously busy. Finally he ceased his labors. “Want some candy?” he said sud- | denly to Ed the Weasel. “This car's | lousy with it.” | “Don’t care if IT do,” said the] Weasel, yawning. “I ain't et much | today.” Joe reached down to a card- | board packing-case under the seat | and fumbled in it, He extracted a | small flat box. l “Try these,” he said, passing it | back to the Weasel. | The Weasel took the box and tore

at the cellophane wrapper with his | |B

ly he was rustling the wax-paper inside, fighting his way toward the peppermints. For a second the noise of paper rattling filled the | back of the car. Under cover of it | came a thinner rending sound from the front seat, a sound that was barely audible. Then Joe slipped the oblong object back in his pocket. “Dese is okay,” said the Weasel, | with his mouth full of peppermints. | “Take all you want,” Joe in-| vited. “I got enough,” said the Wea-| sel. "I don't go fer sweets much.” “Guess I'll have one myself,” said Joe, The Weasel handed him back the box. His fingers dove into it. After | that, he replaced the lid and left the box on the seat beside him.

» ” ” ELLY ARCHER awoke with the . first gray streaks of dawn. She stretched luxuriously, with her eves | closed. Then she opened them, perceived that Joe still held the wheel and screwed her head around to! take in the xugged outlines of Ed | the Weasel still infesting the car's | interior. “Where are we, anyhow? Jaw or Medicine Hat?” "We're still in the land of the free,” Joe told her. “Somewhere in Western New York State.” The Weasel spoke, "Stop at da foist refreshment stand dat comes along,” he directed Joe. “We gotta have some kawfee an’ hot cakes.” { “Take your belt in a notch,” said Joe. “And keep your chin up. We'll get ‘'em.” They did, a mile further on. Joe pulled up before a likely-looking refreshment stand whose environs were devoid of other vehicles. A black-haired girl was polishing the counter inside. At Joe's signal she issued forth. | “Kawfee,” said the Weasel hoarse- | ly, from the depths of the car “An’| hot cakes. Fer t'ree. We'll have ‘em | out here in da car.” | In a short time the black-haired girl returned, bearing sustenance. | The hot cakes were huge, brown and indigestible. Kelly and Joe ate of them sparingly. Ed the Weasel, however, was no weak sister, He cut his allotment into great segments, drowned them in syrup and masticated with audible satisfaction. “Dat hits da spot,” he stated, between bites. “Do enjoy vourself,” said Kelly. Presently the girl returned with | coffee in thick China mugs. When they had finished drinking Joe handed her a bill. “Keep the change,” grandly. She flashed him a smile | *Thanks.” | “And just as a token of our es-| teem,” said Joe, evidently made mellow by the coffee, “accept these chololocate pepermints. Delicious, fine-flavored, a boon to the digestion. Here you are. On the house.” He picked up the box of chocolate peppermints and thrust them at her. The girl hesitated. Joe's eyes held hers. “Come on,” he said. Plenty more where rom.” She reached for the box then. Joe slid in the clutch. He winked flagrantly at the girl of the refreshment stand. The car roared away.

ul ID-AFTERNOON found them

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“Take ‘em. they came

nearing Niagara Falls and the Canadian border. In a deserted | stretch of road a few miles from ' the town, Joe stopped the car suddenly. “You and I,” he said to the Weasel, “have got to have a conference.” The Weasel exhibited impatience at the unexpected delay. He was anxious to get across the border. He growled: “Wot we gotta talk about? Ting is to git into Canada.” “Sure,” said Joe. “But we'll never do it with all this junk in the car.” His hand swept over the merchandise which loomed around the Weasel, “The customs officials will want to know why we're going to Canada with enough candy to make a herd of elephants sick. There'll be questions and delay.” “Gee, dat’s right,” said the Weagel thoughtfully. Joe turned to the Weasel: “We've got to throw the cargo overboard, that’s all.” “Toin off some place, den,” said the Weasel. “An’ we'll t'row it. A side road offered a convenient

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“Junior must be home from college, Tom—I haven't got a letter from him in three weeks!”

FLAPPER FANNY

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THIS CURIOUS WORLD

By William Ferguson

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spot. The Weasel took up a posi- | Then, all at once, the Weasel tion favored by overseers. {droppea 1v as if it had been a puff “Okay,” he said to Joe. “Chuck |adder. da stuff out.” | “Hey,” he roared. “Come back Joe opened the back doors of the here, you!” At the same instant his car and started in. He broke off gun hand whipped up. suddenly and addressed the Weasc:. Joe raised his head. Miss Kelly “Give me a hand with this will you? | Archer was fleeing down the road to It's as heavy as lead.” the main highway like a species of Obligingly the Weasel shuffled red-headed deer. over, placed a hairy paw on a huge [ees . hy ic (To Be Continued) box and jerked. Joe jerked in uni CALL venth, HERES dag. ch tits in this son. story are Wolly Sctitious)

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—By Crane

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