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July 23, 1948 u*B Cliy Gl*k«-Oai*tU, H«Ma City, la. BY HAMILTON CHAPTER 45 JOAN was her liveliest self that evening. The 'dimples came and went, and she admired almost everything. The setting, the heavy timbers of the studding—"So this Is the famous skid-deck!" she murmured, resting her , hand on one of the uprights. "You should have heard Ole cursing at what that grey paint did to his saw!" She was so complimentary, in fact, that Andrew felt as if he had better keep his fingers crossed. All too often, in the past, she had brought him crashing from the heights. Yet he could not help rising to them when she praised him and his work. And there was reason for this tonight. Joan was not the usual girl, uninformed on these matters. She knew what she was talking about when it came to building, and that made her comments twice as sweet to Andrew. They stood, for a long time, on the north side of the house, talking in low voices in the gathering dusk. Andrew found himself telling her the details of his plan for the development—how every house would be fundamentally the same, yet each would have some alteration of arrangement to conform to its individual setting, and each would have features which would differentiate it from the others. "One will have a -large bedroom and a small one, for instance," he said, "while others will have 2 bedrooms of equal size. One will have a built-in corner cupboard in the dining room, another will have bookcases or cupboards in the living room, on either side of the fireplace. But they will all be approximately the same size, and they'll all have simple roofs, for. inexpensive construction and because they weather better anyhow, and they'll all have the same general set-up." "It's going to look lovely, An-' drew, when it's done. It will be something to be proud of. Isn't it a shame that the Baron houses will be next them, though? They are so hideous—like little cheap boxes, not fit to be homes!" It was dark when they rounded the corner and moved down toward the street. The night had been so lovely they had walked from her apartment. Joan turned to give the new house one last glance, and gasped. "Andy!" she cried. "A fire! Look!" Andrew wheeled instantly. On the south side of the house, where the heavy planks from the skid- deck were piled, a flicker of flame showed. He began running even before he quite realized what it could mean. A man's silhoueUa showed briefly against the wavering light. He was big, and crouched. A hobo, Andrew thought, raising his voice in a shout. But in the next instant he knexv. The man straightened, started to run, and his massive figure and lumbering gait betrayed him, Jake Baron! Andrew veered right to head him off. His long legs flew over the ground, his speed augmented by a furious anger. If Jake Baron destroyed his work, he would kill him! It was hard to "see, now that darkness had come. Jake was heading up the hill toward the woods. Andrew put on another spurt. There was a sudden blinding flash of red before his eyes. It DAILY CROSSWORD spread to a red glow, then died to black . . . An explosion, he thought dimly. But what was there to explode? And then he remembered Joan, back there near the house. Had she been in it? He struggled to rise, groaned, and fell back. At once a soft hand pressed upon him, a voice with tears in it said, "Thank God you're alive, Andy!" Could that be Joan? He had never heard her voice sound like that. Maybe it was somebody else. And Joan still had to be rescued. He tried to struggle upward again, and this time she helped him. "Lean against me," she said. It was Joan. 1 But how had she gotten here? And where was he? Everything was so dark. "The fire!" he said suddenly. She held his head against her, and her hands were soft and soothing. "It's out," she said. "I took a piece of wood, and scattered it. He was just setting it, you see . . . Andy, do you think you could get up if I helped you?" "Of course," he said thickly. But it wasn't as easy as all that. He had to struggle to his knees first. First one leg, then the other. All the time with his weight on Joan, She bowed under it, but she did not flinch. He gritted his teeth against the pain which washed over him with every move, and his breath rasped in his throat. The effort was almost unendurable. Dizzy and exhausted, he wanted nothing more than to lie still. Perhaps he said something like that, for Joan urged him on. "No, Andy, I'm afraid to leave you here. He might come back. And we've got to go for help!" So he struggled once more and at last stood upright. Not exactly upright, he thought with a dim attempt at humor, but at least he could not be called recumbent, either. Later, he remembered nothing of the walk to the nearest house, of half sitting, half lying on the porch steps while Joan tele-, phoned for the ambulance, and the good householder and his wife tried to staunch the bleeding from his cut. He did not hear Joan's indignant recital of Jake Baron's attempt to sabotage the development with a carefully built fire of paper, kindling and kerosene, which, — thank heaven—he. had not had time to pour on the'"flames. He did not hear the man call for some of his friends to keep watch over the half-finished house that night, nor "know when the police were notified. He was slipping into a com- fortable'drowsiness in which there was nothing but a soft, warm, all- enveloping darkness. He woke to a strange room and a strange face. A thin face, with a frizz of greying hair surrounding it, the whole surmounted by a starched white cap. "You're a nurse," he announced. "Good." She smiled at him, and the smile changed her face and gave it a kind of beauty. "And this is the hospital." Only a hospital room would have quite this impersonal, scoured look. "You are all right," she chuckled. "Nothing wrong with your brains, I guess." "Brains?" he echoed. Then memory returned. "Joan!" he cried. "Is she safe?" "There's nothing the matter with her that 8 hours of sleep A.CKOSS 3. 1. Female deer 4. Unit of 4. work 5. 7. Unfair 8. A cud 6. 10. Fate 11. Little 7. rabbit 12. Male cat 9. 13. Draw slowly 14. Negative reply 11. 16. Argent 12. (sym.) 17. Simpleton 13. 18. Varying weight (Ind.) 19. Bone center 21. Flower 22. Breeze 23. Medieval boat 2-1. Canvas shelter 26. One of the seasons 29. Skill 30. Actuality 31. Greek letter 32. Exist 33. Lift 34. To sponge (slang) 35. Shatter 37. Cover 38. Exclamatioi. 89. Confront 40. Belonging to thee 41. Mimic DOWN 1. Ruin 2. Exterior Elevated train (shortened) Level A step of a ladder Alcoholic drink Plants of a region Units of force (Phys.) Forehead Head covering" Movable barrier 15. 17. 18. 20. 21. 23. 24. 25. 26, 27. 23 30. 33 Coin (Swed.) Material of which glass is made Not firm Rave Tear City (Italy) Flap Build Lave Discharge, as moisture Border Improbable (colloq.) Reckless Yesterday's Answer, 34. A blue or green pigment 36. Groove 37. Fold over 39. Music note 20 14. 41 21 27 15 DAILY CRYPTOQUOTE— Here's how to work it: AXYDLBAAXR Is LONGFELLOW One letter simply stands for another. In this example A is used for the three L's. X for the two O'a, etc. Single lettets, apostrophes, the length and formation of the words are ail hints. Each day the code letters are different. A Cryptogram Quotation FDC FKCC XI ECCVCHF KXXF W H IXQAE UCNHF PWUTJWAO HFWUU FX BQWF FDC OKXQAE — VWXJJW. Yesterday's Cryptoquote: SUMMER KISSES HER TIRED •YES, AND TAKES HER CROWN AND SCEPTRE—PHIL- Dlstrlbutcd by King Feature* Syndtc»l«. Ino won't cure," the nurse said with a twinkle. "She sat up all night with you—wouldn't go home, or go to bed, .until we swore you would be in better shape than she was if she didn't!" He put up an experimental hand, felt the bandages swathing his skull. "What have I got?" tie asked curiously. "A scrambled cerebrum?" "You wouldn't be talking like this if you had," she answered. "And you really shouldn't be talking at all. But Dr. Campbell said I could tell you what was what if you'd promise to go to sleep again." "I promise. Now, what is what?" "You had a mild concussion, but you're going to be fine if you'll be" quiet for a few days. Dr. Campbell stitched up the cut in your scalp, and said anybody else would have had a fractured skull, but you must be a true New Hampshireman, you're so hardheaded." "And Baron?" "He's been arrested. They got the kerosene can, and it's been identified as one he had filled yesterday afternoon . . . Now, that's enough." She got up and rustled from the room. Andrew lay there, thinking. The house was safe now. Louis Baron wouldn't dare try anything further, since his son was caught red- handed. In fact, Andrew wouldn't be surprised if he could have his pick of the workmen now. Branfield men 'were not the kind who would willingly work for Baron after this. But these matters were not nearly so important as that other thing the nurse had told him. Joan was all right. She -wasn't hurt at all. And she had stayed with him at the hospital all night, refusing to go home. His eyes sought the side of the bed. She must have sat right there, wan and mussed, and a little grimy, her proud head drooping with fatigue. And with this mental picture clear before him, Andrew feil asleep, a contented smile on his tired face. (To Be Continued) Love Finds a Way Boston, (U.R)—Mrs. Alice M. Petrasek, 30, is -the first woman ever permitted by the U. S. army to live on Greater Brewster island in Boston harbor. 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