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TUESDAY, JULY 4, 1030

SERIAL STORY—

PAR IS LOVE

By EDWIN RUTT

CAST OF CHARACTERS ROYALTON AUGUSTUS HERRING— Just & guy with a car who met a girl. BARBARA GANNING-—just a girl besieged by a couple of golfers RONALD AND WILFRID—the golfers besieging Barbara.

Yesterday: Ronald is surprised by hornets as he sleeps in the museum at Royalton’s request. As he roars out of the place, Mr. Ganning leaves his bedroom.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

FTER retiring, Mr. Ganning had lain awake for some time, | dimly conscious of a stir throughout the house.

But when, after having achieved a light doze, he was suddenly awakened by a series of penetrat- | ing war whoops he considered it] time to investigate. Accordingly, he reached for his dressing gown and stepped out into the hall. As he did so, a door slammed. Mr. Gan-| ning jumped and turned on the hall | lights. It was then that he perceived a pajama-clad figure ap-|

- proaching at a speed that would |

have caused an Olympic sprinter to | slink away in shame,

“Here,” demanded J. Pemberton, with some heat. “What's all this?” The sprinter pulled up as if pro-! vided with four-wheel brakes. “Now see here,” began J. Pemberton Ganning. “I've had enough of this. Why on earth are you racing through this hall in the middle of the night. . . . ?" “Is anything the matter, Pemberton?” Mrs. Ganning swam sedately into the picture. “Why, Wilfrid, or is it Ronald, what have you done to your face?” “I—ow--gee! I've been gasped Ronald. Another door opened. The black head of Billy popped out. “Hey,” he called testily. sleep with all this noise.” At the word “sleep” J. Pemberton Ganning bridled. “Sleep?” he roared. “Who the devil could sleep with a madman | tearing through the house? Speak| up, you—Ronald or Wilfrid or whichever it is! What's the matter? |

stung,”

“I can't

What's all this commotion about?” |

“Hornets,” Ronald managed. my room.” { J. Pemberton Ganning addressed ! his wife. “Is he crazy or am I?” | “I'm not crazy,” said the disfigured Ronald, with some slight sug-| gestion of hauteur. “Somebody put] a hornets’ nest in my room. I've been stung nearly to death.”

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ARBARA appeared. She had paused to select a particularly fetching negligee and do her hair | a bit. She was looking her best. | J. Pemberton wheeled on her. | “Do you know anything about hornets?” “Hornets?” Rarbara “They're those little black that fly around and sting aren't they? No, I. “Stop this nonsense!” bawled J. Pemberton exasperated. He addressed the gathering as a whole “This—this imbecile here . ) “Father, Ronald is not becile.” J. Pemberton grunted. “Oh, is| this Ronald? Well, you may be able to tell them apart. but I don't know. I can't” | Mrs. Ganning had withdrawn. She returned now with a bottle of witehhazel and some cotton and began) to dab at Ronald's face in an abstracted manner. Well,” said Barbara easily, “we're all here now. All but Wilfrid . . ." A sudden howl sounded from afar. It began as a low sweeping bay and then swelled to an agonized and prolonged scream. “God in Heaven!" Pemberton Ganning. earth was that?” From the region of the stairs there came a tumult. Then Wilfrid burst

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of Satan were breathing down the| back of his pajamas. His eyes were wide, his hair disheveled, and in his] right hand he carried a banjo which he brandished before him. “I was wrong,’ said caimly. “Wilfrid is here.” s 2 5

M*® WILFRID PEYTON, wrapped in a blanket on the floor of the museum, never knew how long | he slept. He was awakened by a’

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bulky object dragging itself across the floor. For a moment he lay| with his eves closed, sleep still be-| his senses Then he

heavy scraping sound as of some nie GURIOUS WORLD

a great dark shape, an indistinct | towering mass that seemed to creep slowly nearer Wilfred sat bolt upright, the hair rising on his head and cold per spiration oozing from every pure in his body. He opened his inouth, but no sound come, save a suan-| gled and ineffectual gurgle. And! then something occurred that gave| him back his vocal powers. The] top of the dark shape lighted sud-| deniy, hideously. And Wilfrid, | ‘nerveless and chattering, saw bend-| ing over him in the darkness a hor- | rible face whose eves were deathand whose long jaw widened in a terrible, gloating grin over snaggly, uneven teeth. The howl that escaped Mr. Wilfrid Peyton would have been audibie over the hosts of Bedlam. For one awful second he remained rooted to the floor. Then, fear stabbing his limbs to action, he serambled to his feet, As he did go, his hand came in contact with something hard. It was the handle of his banjo and he seized it gratefully. Leaping up. he swung the banjo furiously at that grinning thing. There was a splintering crash and the lights went out suddenly, leaving the museum in pitch blackness. And Wilfrid departed from that place, bowling over an imprudent skeleton that happened to be Inrking in the region of the doorway. He gained the stairs without mishap, charged up them and came (o anchor before the group in the upper hall, where he collapsed against the wall like a pricked balloon, spent, panting, and still clutching the banjo. J. Pemberton Ganning raised his hands on high. He was sorely tried. “Lord Almighty,” he ejaculated. “Will somebody, just one person, have the goodness to tell me what is going on in this house?” Nobody spoke. Wilfrid panted. Ronald groaned. J. Pemberton's voice rose in a dull roar. “Boy,” he boomed, addressing the hapless Wilfrid, “Will you tell me

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Ronald with witch-hazel soaked cotton, “mind your language, dear.”

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