The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, February 9, 1926, Page 4

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PAYNE, BURNS AND SMITH - - h Ave. Bldg. ss | NEW YORK - (Official City, State and County Newspaper) ae | Kentucky Pays High to Keep Clean One thousand armed men ubout in the streets of Lexington, Ky., the other day. They had ugly looking tanks with them, field pieces, three stood dozen machine guns. The city ona foot- ing. All of this was done to pretect the life of one} poor negro—an addted gentleman by the name of Harris who had slain three people and who, it was! feared, would surely be torn limb from limb by an angry mob if he ever appeared outside his prison cell, Bat Harris had to be tried and the trial had to he held at Lexington. So the shivering colored man was whisked to the courtroom from the Frank- fort prison, fifty miles away, with a fair-sized army standing about with loaded guns to see to it that he was not harmed. ’ The whole thing cost the state of Kentucky $20,000. That ems like a rather high price, particularly of the following: Harris, fifteen minutes * he had ertered the ccurtroom, was sentenced be har n March 5. . Phe state spent $20,000 to save his life only to order his life forfeited one month later. Was the expenditure justified—or was it need- less waste? Why should officials go to such pains to safervard the very man they will kill later? Tn one way it wasn’t worth it. Five weeks from! now. Harris will be dead anyway. Viewed merely | from the angle of the value of Harris’ life to the community, it does seem as though $20,000 were A hich price to pay for an extra month. | B t there is another angle to it. ‘ Kentucky wasn’t really-protecting the poor negro that afternoon at Lexington. Kentucky was pro- tecting herself—prctecting her good name her rep- utation for law-abiding decency and level-headed- ness. : For while it doesn’t matter greatly to anyone whether Harris is killed now or a month from now, it does matter greatly that Kentucky prove her ability to uphold the orderly processes of law, n> matter what the occasion. If the state and cit; officials had stocd idly by and let Harris be lynched it would have been a shameful thing — shamefu! for the nation, most shameful for Kentucky. Kentucky met the challenge well, If it had cost three times $20,000 to save Harris from the mob, it still would have been worth it. For Kentucky has ¢ proved that, cost what it may, orderly processes of | ence of a half dozen women delegates. We deem the] possible for him to law will be preserved and black citizens as well as white will be protected. Kentucky defended her reputation and defended it well. It met a trying situation with intelligence. Taking the Right Course President Coolidge is not going to be stampeded into taking ever mines or attempting by extreme measures to end the strike in the hard coal area of Pennsylvania. Governor Pinchot has sought to settle the strike and failed. Surely every state agency exists for operating the mines under gov- ernmental supervision and there is no necessity for federal interference at this time. There are sv many substitutes for hard coal now that any center without adequate coal supplies is largely to blame. If left alone to fight the matter gut no doubt the “miners and operators will find some basis of settle- ment that will be permanent in nature, Every time the controversy has been settled through gov- grnmental coercion, the resulting truce has béen only temporary and merely incubated another strike. President Coolidge is adopting the proper course in keeping cut of the controversy. Unimportant - An estimable Cedar Rapids (Ia.) lady is going to run for mayor of that pleasant city. Her plat- form, she announces, will call for clean movies, a nine o’clock curfew, close supervision cf dance halls and war on petting parties, No doubt these are highly estimable planks. But considering the state of afairs in the world at pres- ent, with so many baffling problems awaiting solu- tion and so many crying wrongs waiting to be righted, cne wonders whether a truly capable candidate for office could not find a platform that was just a little less piffling. r » * In Greece, Maybe Greece has a new law, say dispatches, which pr)- hibits.the wearing cf any skirts’ shorter than seven and “one-half inches below the knee. But if the fair offender is married, it will be her husband who gets fined or jailed. That may work out all right in Greece. But in this country—well, just imagine the average man trying to lay down the law to his wife about what sort of skirts she might wear, and gétting by with itt ¥ A whole lot of husbands would just naturally go fo fale: vi Neighborly \ A group of Long Island citizens has been organ- fokm an “‘Anti-Knockers’ Club.” They have to say things about their neighbors and promote better neighborly feeling and ‘one if our neighbo jheartedly and without reservation. ‘emphasize here there must be no soreness or resent- will agree not to borrow our lawn-mower more than twice a summer and not { ke€p their radio loud speaker turned on after mid- night more than once a.week. Otherwise—let the | neighborhood squabbles continue, { Perhaps owls are considered wise because they} stay in bed all day. The League “Comes Back” (The McLean County Independent) ' Theorizing on a proposition open to debate is | one thing, performance quite another. Whether th | Nonpartisan League could stage a comeback, a re- crudescei ef the old spirit that marked the years | from 19 0 1920, has been open to debate, for it is | inevitable men tire and become exhausted in a long | continued struggle of any sort. Laxity and submis-! sion ever mark the reflex of unusual exhilaration. | But after a period of this relaxation the League ap- ; pears to have staged a complete comeback ‘as evi- | denced by the attendance and enthusiasm at last | week's convention held in this city. i Seventy delegates representing practically every | precinct in the county, with that many more coming | along with the delegates, including quite a number j of spectators from the city and vicinity, gave the | convention appearance of the old-time Nonpartisan League spirit and flash. It is evidence the member- ship is aroused to its old-time fighting mood. Again | become militant, there is nothing can stop cr defeat | it in the coming June primary and November elec- | tions. Coolidgism, that means opposition to any practical form of farm relief and inclination ‘to sup- port capitalism in low wages to labor, is due for a sweeping defeat in the Nerthwest, including North Dakota, in 1926. In fact, we have no hesitane: pronouncing the League revival based on opposition | ta Coolidgism and the servile, cringing attitude of our own standpats who would uphold the weak man in the President’s chair as against their own inter- ests and the prosperity of agriculture in their own state, The McLean county gathering was admirable in a number of ways. There was a marked absence of the usual scurrying about to advance the fortunes of any candidate. Candidates for legislative and county offices won because they were the uninflu- enced choice of the delegates. They sat in their seats thrcughout and voted as their best judgment | dictated. Resentment, if any exists, must be smothered by realization the will of the majority was expressed uninfluenced and untrammeled. The delegates and others present accepted and sub- scribed to this covenant, that the will of the ma- jority should prevail and be supported whole. We wish to! ment at the outcome of the convention; that the; square deal was put into ‘effect by an utter absence of pull or influence exerted in behalf of any candi- date, and that adherenc2 to every candidate named is compulsory and the yardstick of progressive Republican-League affiliation. Up to the conven- jtion, individual preferences are privileged and wholesome; after the convention if conducted as was the McLean county convention, individual prefer- {ences and desires must give way to the common | jgcog, ‘one fer all and all for one. A better angle | |to this truth can be had by contemplating if your! xwn particular candidate had been selected you would wish the other fellow should do as you are now called on to do. In politics it is a truism all the world loves a man who can take medicine like | a good sport. The convention expressed appreciation at the pres- day the mest inclement of the winter thus far, neverthelesg these women delegates braved it to i register. Fine, We deem the incident worthy of a patagraph in itself. You will recall it was the Nonpartisan League sponsored the Nineteenth amendment in this state giving women equal suffrage; the IVA faction opposed strenuously. In so doing the League visioned it was materially weakening its voting strength, for it is easier to herd and have women vote in cities, towns and villages than in the coun- try. In communities effort made with conveyances can secure a fair woman vote, whereas with the farm women, with their countless duties and dis- tances to travel, often in inclement weather, it is a huge problem. Nevertheless the League stood true by its tenet that women in the main are as intelli equal voting privileges, and it may be said in truth women, so far as this state has voice, were given the ballot by the Nenpartisan League, then in power unreservedly. The presence of women dele- gates at our county convention is heartening as evidence the farm women are measuring up to their Political duties and, we choose to construe, have realization and gratitude for League instrumen- tation in their behalf. Having utter confidence in their fair-mindedness and sincerity, we hope by the time ancther county convention rolls around it will be a League policy or understanding the various precinct representation shall be composed in half of women. You can’t lose when you have the women with you. From reports had up to now, this manifestation of awakened farmer interest was universal over the state. No less an authority than the Fargo Forum solemnly warns thé so-called IVA, unholy alliance of standpat Republicans and Democrats, it must exert itself to the full if the Progressive Republican Leuguers are to”be defeated. It admits the League has evidenced new life and going strong as ever. The Forum is alarmed. It editorially warns the IVA must “go some” if the Leaguers are not to spill Coolidgism over the prairies without leaving a grease spot. oe League domination in McLean county gave it the best corps of ccunty officials in its history, rec- ognized so universally they had no oppcsition two years ago. Our board of county commissioners have hand to the good and now in position to inaugurate a good roads program for which there is call, Rec- ognition of worth led the county convention to again nominate this set of officials, There is every Feason to presume they are good as elected, having the endorsement ‘Gf the Progressive Republican- ‘League forces in this county. ‘All ‘remains is for neighborhood ‘squabbles. |Leaguers’to exert themselves and make the major- with us. We'll “help organi 4 % rr ee FORBES REL A ‘ 4 \ pa {other hour of explanations and ex- gent and discerning as the male sex and entitled to|~ o- icy, ’ HEROWN “Ya Girl WHY GIRLS WALK HOME | As I wearily put my latchkey in the lock, I noticed with consterna- tion that there was a light in moth- er’s room. I knew I was'too tired and wet and uncomfortable to go into details of my cNning with daq and mother—especially dad. I opened the door softly and sat down on the stairs and removed my wet and sodden. shoes. Sounds of conversation came from the room above where my _ parents slept. I could not distinguish the words but both voices were raised and disagreeably raucons, They were quarreling about something, a3 usual, I knew that I would be in for an- cuses and would not be able to rest my weary body or ease my troubled mind unless I’ could pass that door, which was slightly ajar, without my parents hearing mi didn’t want to talk to my mother and fath- er about this. evening’s episode, at least until morning. “I was not just sure what I was going to do about it myself. I cume nearer the room I un jously slowed my pace, ‘for I s determined to pass that door without their knowing it I thought exultantly that my fath- er's voice was, raised to ij pitch of unger that it would be im- rome, but it ‘or me not co! also made it imp to hear what he “T tell you, Si ible n, I will not have that girl staying out to thi® time of night. It is simply seandalous! 't must be nearly morning.” As if to confirm his statement, the clocl: on the landing struck four, I stood still and held my bre while dad, after counting the tell-t: tones, returned to the attack. “You need not tell me, Susan, that | a girl can stay out until four o'clock in the morning and still retain any semblance of reputation or de- cency.” on Dean, do you know you are talking about your daughter, Julia?” asked my mother angrily," “I am perfectly well aware of it,| madam, but I am not such a besotted | fool as to think my daughter is any different from any other m girl, although yeu may think so. (An intimate story of innermost emotions revealed in private letters.) PITTSBURGH SUN EXTRA: Mr. Karl Whitney immediately took over the management of the plant as Mr, Condon, the assistant manager, is now in the hospital burned and delirious from what has happened, all the time bemoaning the fact that he could not have saved his employ#: and fr nd Miss Perier, even if he. gave his own life to do it. Everything possible is being done for the sufferers and already Mr, Whitnéy has brought some kind of order out of the terrifying chaos. It will be an interesting fact to the superstitious when it is known that Miss Perier had on the fateful pearls whichy she had just purchased from Mrs. Prescott, and of course they were destroyed with her. At this time, only about an hour ice the accident occurred, no one nows what disposal will be made of the picture. Of course it will never be shown from the screen. The loss of Miss Perier is almost irreparable to the moving picture in- dustry, She was quite the most popular star in the whole profession? Mr, Prescott came here at the re- west of Mr. Graves Hamilton, the ‘ound died, has been’ making a very great success of jt during the last of the mill, just before he| bod: IN WAY | heard you making very scurrilous re- marks about the little, Winston girl the other day because she was hurt in a collision while joyriding with Lyman Andrews. Is it any more re- spectable for your daughter to be “‘ioyriding,’ as you called it, than inston’s 2” “But, Jason,” remonstrated my mother, “she is out with Charles Becker and you know I have been ex- pecting the. children to announce their engagement ever since he came home from college. Surely you can- not think that any. young man would treat the girl he is going to marry otherwise than. with respect!” “Respect! Hel!” was my father’s retort. “I know that when I was young no respectable girl would be out until four o'clock in the morn- ing with a man alone unless. she wanted to be considered fast. You ought ta get hold of young Becker and make him tell you what his in- tentions are. It is my opinion that they are not of marriage.” They were so engrossed in their quarrel that’I passed the door in safety. and softly shut myself in my own foom, Then I sat down on the floor and silently laughed, although I wanted to scream. I wondered what answer . Chuck Becker would make mother when she asked his intentions toward me. (Copyright, 1926, NEA Service, Inc.) YOUTH’S DECLARATION OF INDE- PENDENCE I had hardly got into bed when T heard mother from outside my door say in a very relieved tone: “Why, Jason, Julia is home. Her door is ‘closed.” c Dad called back. “Perhaps the wind closed it. We | did not hear her come in.” I did not want mother to see my wet clothes and mudeaked shoes, so I called as though I was just awaken- ed from sleep. “What's the matter? Is that you, mother? What do you want?” “Nothing,” answered mother hap- ily. “I just came to see if you were home. Your father and I did not hear you.” She pattered back to her vn room and I settled in bed to have it out with myself. Up until this time I had been just niilling aro waiting for som thing to tu: but now I had reached the ere T not only | had te make a dec n, but, havi made it, | would have to stand by it. s off between Chuck Becker and me. A man does not feel likeépaying any attention to a girl after she has | given him such a smash in the face as I had. And, as for announcing his en- gagement to me, I am certain Charlie! never intended to marry me any more than I had intended to marry him. He was a good pal when he had not been drinking and I, having nothing better to do this summer, have let him play around with me, until last night I found out he thought he own-! ed me. , H And that brought me to the reso-' lution that had been forming in my, mind ever since I left high school. 4vo man will ever be able to say he! owns Juia Dean, either legally or il-|. legally. No one is going to own me but my own little self, whether I marry or become an old maid. I know that this “owning business” was quite the thing in my mother’s time. I remember hearing my moth- er say that the moment a girl fell in love with-a "man she ‘wanted “to belong” to him. That is all very well—for the man. But I certainly do not want to “be-| long” to anybody. Ido not want to marry, either. Not for a long, long time, at least. I expect I will have to, some time, but I want to be. hap- py-as long-as I can and I have never seen a,/man and woman that have been married over four years that were particularly happy. Mother and dad are always quar- reling. Dad wants his word to law amd mother fights agaigst it be- cause she knows he is wrong most of the time with his old-fashioned snap | judgment in regard to women. | Even mother gives in more than I ; would. Consequently, if I happened to marry a man that thought as much of himself and his opinions as dad does, we would be fighting all the time. ~ But I don’t want to give up the company and good times I can have with men. I want to dance. I want to go out on automobile rides to places where I can have a good din- ner. I want the flattery and the flowers—the attentions that 4io not mean intentions—in short, being a woman, I want the companionship of the other sex. : (Copyright, 1926, NEA Service, Inc.) OO MOREON: The Old vs. the jew. All Pittsburgh is mourning with by q Mrs. Prescott and, her two sons who OLIVE Ropmpts BADTO ie a ip pone to know tl they! “I arrest you all in™the name of shai he gine. ‘|the Jaw,” said Sniff Whisker, the THREE YEARS LATER Letter from Leslie Prescott to Little Marquise, care the Secret Drawer T am ‘sitting here writing to you the first letter since that awful i dent and the last letter I shall ever write you, dear little Marquise. You have been a good friend and| confidant to Leslie Prescott in the years gone by—years so full of sor- row and grief that I am going to try to forget them. If it were not for my two splendid boys I would want to begin my life from tonights I would want to start ‘out with all the memories ef those tragedies that led up‘to the awful holocaust which cli- maxed. the end of my married: life with John Alden Prescott completely blotted from my scarred heart. Poor John! IT have often wondered if he realized that there were two natures continually fighting against each other within his body! » His great mistake was in marrying me. The vale woman for him was the woman who became with him a mass of steel from which no one could ever find any physical trace of the component parts of » human ody. (Copyright, 1926, NEA Service; Inc.) tear" ingaas | (Merenry readings at 7 a, m.) Bismarck—Clear, 24; roads good. St. Cloud—Cloudy, 20; roads good, Minot—Clear, 24; roads good, ; Mankato—Cloudy, 29; roads good. Mandan—Clear, 26; ’ roads rough, Bt year. TOMORROW: This letter, ued. ruled the county wisely and economically, so effi- - ———— fe Sethe, contin ciently the county is out of debt with a huge sum on | ¢- estown—Clear, 21; ‘roads , icy. aa ‘ Grand Forks—Snowing, 20; good, 7 Winona-Cloudy, 30; roads heavy. Hibbing—Snowing, 16; roads heavy, “% Rochester—Cloudy, 28; gtk Duluth—Cloudy, 22; Fargo--Snowing, i roads roads roads good, Toads fair.” The stronger the light the bushier ins, the weaker it is, the ler they grow, ‘TWINS, rat, suddenly appearing at the doll vited, . Now poor Mister Héavalook, whose name had heen changed to “lucky Mister Havalook,” heard the commo- tion in ‘his dining foom, and hurried- ly grabbing ‘his spectacles, ‘he went and looked in. What a sight met this eyes! All the ladies had fainted again, and Nancy was trying to pile them up on a chair for safety. Limber Long Legs was frantically trying to yreach the drumstick which had been tied to him- for backbone, the Tin Soldier was tyeging at his tin sword which wouldn't come off. Sailor Sam had jumped to the table where he! ‘had seized upon a spoon for a c!ub, the Gingerbread Man thad crept un- der a rug, and Teddy had suddenly sat down with a sprewl, ste~n~ ahead of him in a dazed way, which snowed huw hude-ne coma ‘be ue- pended upon in time of danger. “Get out of here,” said Mister Havalook pluckily to Sniff Whisker. “You don’t belong here anyway.” “I belong here as much as you be- allowed you to go to the drain to fish,” said the rat. “You were fish- ing without licenses, and you're not allowed to do that.” ‘ “A king can-do. no wrong,” said lucky Mister Havafook sternly, “and |; I'm, still king here. I ean fish with- fa ligense if 1 want te.” ‘ m fot arresting you, sir!” said Sniff. Whisker, “I’m only arve: . some of your Piteg sored ie eke ir patty, I could have the -matter,; As it is, I ean only sey that my feelings have been offended and someone has | to lice search for her for days. party to which he had not heen in:|* you were ‘nat’ invited,”’ anid 8‘ Miss Pithers’ | }, longed in Ash Can Town the time 1} wh nished the yarn to deed ‘he should, ‘than Whisker,” rane pay." re 4 ai™, ida lak gee and jt ea toto RANTS tale BEGIN HERE TODAY HENRY RAND, 55, a business man, is found mysteriously mur- dered in a cheap hotel. The only clewn are a woman's handker- chief and a yellow ticket stub from the Paragon Theater in Mansfield. JIMMY, the murdered man’s son, decides to go to Mansfield until the mystery is solved. He | and DETECTIVE MOONEY trace the ticket to a THOMAS FO- GARTY, who proves an alibi and says he gave it to a woman j named OLGA MAYNARD. Po- { JANET RAND, Jimmy's sis- ter, breaks her engagement: with BARRY COLVIN, and Jimmy TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 9, 1926 money. It'll buy anything.” “You think, Mas,” Jimmy asked, “that money can buy love?” Mac was slow in answering. “Rand,” he said, “it'll buy anything, There’s nothing in this sentimental love in a cottage stuff. I know. [ was engaged once. Then’ war came along and I went away, with her erying and everybody p¥omising wonderful things for the boys when we came bac! He cursed. “And then what hap- pened? My girl marries one of these fat profiteers that stayed safe at home and made a pile of money while they were digging machine gun bullets out of me in France. “Rats!” he said. “Give me ea mil- lion and I'll have everything I want meets and falls in love with jand do anything I want. And if MARY LOWELL. While with (1 overstep the law I can re my- Mary at a cafe he accidentally |sclf off. John Law doesn’t bother runs into Olga Maynard and j makes an engagement with her for the next night. She breaks down under his questions and faints. He is lift- ing her into a taxi when Mary, who is with another man, sees him, ® NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XII Jimmy fumbled ‘helplessly trying to revive the woman who slumped beside him in the taxicab seat’ He slapped ‘her wrists, called to her, looked bescechingly at the driver, but that worthy was gazing imperturb- |* ably ahead and minding his own busi- ness. The rough jolting of the cab final-| ly did what she was unable to do. She opened ‘her eyes, looked at him and then began: to cry. He was sorry he had been so brutal with ‘her, and angry that he had been unable to get any factory explanation from her. Tears had streaked her roug Her ‘hair—bleached, Jimmy conclu ed—was in disarray. “What ure you going to do? she} asked, Her handkerchief was pressed ctosely to her mouth. Jimmy barely , heard her, i “I don’t know. Perhaps it would he better for you to give yourself | up to the police. They'll find you anyway in time.” “How can I explain to them? Ti can’t tell them any more than I've told you. If you don’t believe me, they won't.” She was crying again. “Do some thinking, ‘Try to. re- Of course, after tonight everything member what could have happened fairly generous.’ to the theater stub after you used it” He was trying to be kind to her. He felt uncomfortable, self-reproach- ful, in the face of her tears. “If I thought you wouldn't try to run away,” he continued, “I’d leave you here”—the cab had ‘stopped in front of her apartment building— “and count on seeing you here again tomorrow night. Believe me, I don't like to see you in this trouble.” “Where would I go? Where could I go?” she asked. “I'll he here to- morrow night. I promise you.” “I believe you,” he said, and help- ed her out of the cab. His first thought when he reached the office the following morning was ‘to find Mary and try to explain. When he did encounter her, how- ever, along toward noon, the speech froze on his lips. He was about to speak, but she gave him a curt nod and turned on her heel... . He thought of writing her e note and sending it through thé office boy. “She'd probably tear it up,” he re- flected. He brought his worries along with him when he went out to lunch. . . . He toyed with his food and pushed it back uneaten. Going up in the elevator he was conscious of a man staring at him. He was a man of perhaps 40 with black hair, gray around the temples, and a sharp pointed nose. He was broace shouldered and bulky of~chest but uncommonly slender from his waist down. There was something4 familiar lgoking about thim. Jimmy knew he had seen him before. A half smile played about ais lips as he contemplated Jimmy. He seem- ed amused. It irritated Jimmy. He felt like asking to be let in on the joke. He resented being stared at like a monkey in a zoo. He was even ‘annoyed by the other's fine groom- ing and obviously expensive attire. They went in the office together, ‘and Jimmy realized. where he had ‘seen him, It was the man who had ‘been with Mary last night when he was helping Olga Maynard into the taxi. The man opened the door of the chief clerk’s office and walked in, leaving it open. Jimmy could see Mary smile at his greeting. They talked and Mary’ laughed heartily at something he was saying. Jimmy ‘wondered whether they were laugh- ing at the recollection of the spec- tacle he and Olga Maynard must have made in front of the hotel. “Who is that, Mac?” he asked the young fellow at the next desk, “Who? Oh, that’s Charch— Sam Church. He's’ one of the attorneys for the Q. and R. Handles a lot of death andj accident claims. Comes in ‘here Quite a lot and makes it a point to give a little dictation once in a while to the boss’ stenographer. I think he’s pretty sweet on her my- self.” “I see—thanks.” “As a matter of fact,” Mac ‘con- tinued, “I have a sneaking suspicion that Miss Lowell doesn’t exactly hate Sam Church. Good Jooking dog. Built like # bull in the upper story— chest and shoulders—and like a grey- hound below, Got a lot of money, too, I ‘hear. That’s all you need to get along in this world, Rand— the guy with dough. us poor fish step.” “Mac,” said Jimmy, “I think you're wrong. I-hope you're wrong.” He bent over his desk as Church came out of Mary’s office, talking in low~ tones to the chief clerk. Hilton. But he makes The same amused smile was playing over his features as he passed Jimmy and walked out of the main oor. office ‘he stood in front of the ‘ooler, making a pretense of drinking, and blocking her path— ‘Mary, I know it looked rotten. Just give me a chance to explain.” Mr. Rand— please!” She ‘was looking through him rather than at him, her dark blue eyes cold as ice. “Let me explain, Mary—after five o'clock. Give me a chance,” he pleaded. “It is not necessary, Mr. Rand. I am able to understand what I see without the aid of an interpreter.” She stepped past him and was gone, He breathed again that sabtle fragrance of her hair, as he had done the night the danced with ‘her. - . He stood staring after her re- treating figure with hunger in his eyes. Shortly hefore five o'clock Hilton called him into his private office and told him he was discharged. “We're giving you a week's salary instead of the customary two weeks that we allow our discharged em- ployes. Considering the short length of your stay here, I think that is dimmy took it calmly, without so much as raising an eyebrow. “Any- thing wrong with my work?” he asked. “I at least did my best while I was here.” “No, Rand, not a thing. In fact, I thought you were doing very wel It’s just a case of cutting expense: and,.as you're the last man to be taken on, you're naturally the first to go. Sorry.” Jimmy feit like saying: “You're lying, Mr. Hilton. As soon as I go you'll hire someone in my place. I know why I’m fired. Mary Lowell did it. She had me ‘hired and she had me fired.” Instead, he turned silently. and walked out of Hilton’s office back to his desk. Mac,” he said, “I'm fired.” lac said ‘nothit but gazed ab- stractedly toward Hilton’s office and clicked his pen against his teeth. “Mas,” said Jimmy a little later, “blast them all. Do you hear?” He was clearing his desk when Mae’s ‘hand fell on his shoulder. He could feel the grip gradually tighten until the flesh ached under the pressure of Mac's fingers. Mac stood like tat for some time. Taea ‘he turned silently and hobbled away. .. . His bullet-shattered leg was stiff as a ramrod from ankle to hip. ne . Inside the chief clerk’s of- fice, Mr. Hilton was dictating to his secretary, “A memorandum to the cashier, Miss Lowell, to the effect that Mr. Rand has been taken off the pay- roll.” Her flying pencil stopped and slip- ped from cher fingers. The short- hand characters in her notebook be- came suddenly a meaningless array of hieroglyphics. “Another memorandum, Miss Lo- It be- well, to the auditor,” She recovered her pencil. gan again to move swiftly over the Page, in rhythm to his voice... . When he had finished dictating she ran to the outer office and looked toward Jimmy’s desk. He had left, The office was empty. . . She gazed for a long time at the door through which he had gone. | Jimmy walked to his room through streets crowded with home-going workers. He walked without see- ing, unmindful of the way he was jostled in the crow thy was I fired? He said aloud: “ he condemned me ‘without ‘hearin; me. She judged me without a trial.” He said again and again: “Why was I fired? Why was a fired?” . . . He climbed the stairs to his room and found a telegram on the dresser. Absently he opened the yellow en- velope and noticed that it was from Detective Mooney. He heard the shrill voice of Mra, King, the landlady, calling up the stairs. “Telephone, Mr. Rand.” He picked up the receiver. “Hello,” he said. , A man's voice answered, .“HeHa —Rand?” “Yes, this is Rand.” 2 “Rand, this is Lieutenant O’Da: at headquarters, e down here ‘ight LT . i cok ro Be Continued) rest of his rat policemen, when Lim- ber Long Legs suddenly held up his hand and yelled, “Stop!” Sniff Whi bout it and" dropped ‘his whistles °° “Don’t do that,” the said crossly. “You sound like a trep going off and ‘it makes ‘me nervous, What shall I stop for?” “Because it isn’t, our fault that Limber Long Legs. , “It wai fault. All her fault. She said you'd ee to have cheese and the smell of éti made her iM.” At this all the dofls and even Teddy and. .the 0 had come out place—looked accusingly at the rn lady, who tad recovered er. fai spell, and slowly nodded their heads. “Traitor,” she shrieked, pointing ‘at Limber Long » “Who fur- ‘on your new mete ec Ge Poor Lumber looked uilty, as in- fop is meaner tale, I'd tike to know? ited You, Mister §ni: thers went‘ on, did, but it was the cheese, | I go near it and wise Lg ie, 4 Gingerbread Man, from his. hiding °. r said amiably, showing his white teeth. “if you'll invite me to the party now and give me that candle to eat, I'll tear up the warrant and not arrest anybody.” f “Certainly, Give him the candle,” cried all the dolls. “And I think,” said Nick, “that since ‘Limber Long Legs furnished the candle in the first place, we should ve him three cheers.” But Miss “ithers only. gave him a witHering look. 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