Racine High School - Kipikawi Yearbook (Racine, WI)

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i PIANOQ PLAYER PIANOS PnoNo- GRAPHS AND Music ROLLS Edward Matausek PHONE 520 First Floor Badger Bldg. - VVHERE PRICE AND QUALITY IXVIEET. Philip Schenkenberg BARBER SHOP 339 INIAIN ST. Childrenf' Hair Cul a Specialfy behind the barred windows was not realized. Instead he saw a row of three solemn faces. However, he stepped forward toward the one whom he correctly guessed to be the post- master, and spoke his cheerful west- ern greeting, Howdy, I'm the in- spector. Glad to meet you, Inspector. My name's Turner. This feller, Edge- well, is my assistant. For the moment, Turner said noth- ing about Sam or Running Thunder. Then he, spoke, I know you think it's funny we're not working but we've been expecting you. We heard from a trapper that you were coming. The fact is, our mail's been robbedf, Ted did not reply, but leaned for- ward. About a month ago, Buck went on, an Indian carrier named Sober Sam disappeared with his mail and dogs. All that was found was his toboggan, and this. He reached into his pocket and handed over the little cardboard outline of a mail bag. Ted took it, looked at it, and gave a vio- lent start. Who found it? he asked. lake and Sam's brother here, Running Thunder. Ted looked at the token an inter- minable time and Hnally said, The mail has been looted by the master plague of the mails. M. E. E. stands for Milton Francis Eaton. Every time he robs the mail, he leaves one of these cards in the most conspicuous place. But what was he doing up here in Alaska? Turner only shook his head. I've read much about him and I've seen his picture, said Brooks. But now I'll have to leave for Sitka im- mediately and radio this news to Washington. The inspection will have to wait. Turner nodded, and Ted made his exit. He had barely strapped on his snowshoes when he heard the snow crunch. Straightening up, he came face to face with a man whose purpose was obvious, for an envelope was in his right mitt as he strode toward the postofiice. Ted's blood suddenly started racing thru his veins, his pulse pounded. Did fContinued on Page 385