The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, February 10, 1926, Page 4

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(Official City, State and County Newspaper) Heroes Still Sail the Seas When the glorious old American ¢élipper ships vanished from the s and took their towering pyramids of white canvas cif to that distant blue ocean that exists only in the imagination, it was generally agreed that the naticn had lost something of great value. The beauty that these trim old ships gave is gone, Worse yet, the hardy, two-fisted sailors who took them around the Horn and dcubled Java Head in them are gone too. “We have lost the romance of the sea,” we told oursely “No more can we thrill to b e tales of gallant deeds done by sturdy American seamen. The old ¢ are dead But we were mistaken. Just at the end of January, in the year 1926, 2 howling, lashing gale was sweeping over the ncrth Atlantic. Mountainous seas swung down from the northeast in great, foam-topped ranks, baffeting and all but crushing all that came in their path, The British freight steamer Antinse, sent reeling by the tremendous waves, staggered beaten into the trough. Her wireless flashed cut the SOS. Then the” American liner President Roosevelt came to the rescue. Capt. George Fried commands the Rocsevelt. To him fell a task as perilous and delicate as any that ever befell a skipper in the days of Dana and Clark Russell. For two solid days and nights he “stood by.” A life-boat, manned by American sailors, was put out. It was crushed against the liner’s side by the waves and two of its crew were lost. Four more boats (were put out, and each was destroyed. Finally another boat, under First Officer Robert Miller, dared the waves. It succeeded, reached when there were giants on the seas, the water-logged Antinoe, and hung in the lee of her bew. Twelve of the exhausted sailors on the doomed ship were taken aboard and the life boat took them safely to the Rcoseyelt. Then it went back and get the rest. 4 The Antinoe finally went: to the bottom. But fe aboard the her captain and crew were safe, American liner President Roosevelt, which sped on to Plymouth, England, long overdue. When the Roosevelt reached Plymouth it was the center of a demonstration such as that ancient port Every soul in the city, apparent- _ly,.wanted tc go abroad the Roosevelt and shake he Whistles in has seldom seen. eethe hands of her officers and men. the harbor kept up a terrifie din. American flags day. - And then, as the Roosevelt (the liner was aptly named) went on to Bremen, there came word that would send his mi and would, if poss his crew. It is a tale to thrill to, that tale of the Roosevelt 4 and the Antinoe. It is a story of bravery and skill and endurance worthy of the finest traditions of = American seamen. The days of romance and adventure on the high & seas are not dead. The old spirit of clipper days still lives. American seamen, officers and men, { are still able to front the worst the cruel western , Ocean can send them and, fighting it out, rouse the * admiration of the werld. Let's be proud of our sailors! le, confer some decoration on What Is an Education? Just what is an education? The University of North Carolina had made prep- arations to study conditions in the state’s textile , industry. ‘Various protests were raised and the project was cancelled. A member of a textile * manufacturers’ association protesting against the » proposed survey, gave voice to the following: + “It may be the function of a college to investi- , gate the social and economic evils of its state and *# get the student upon the problem cf curing, such , evils; but we fail to see why it should be consid- eredsp college or university function, and we know _ that such investigations breed radicals.” & Amveducated man, we take it, is one who, by ; study, observation or otherwise, has broadened his Exorizcn, lifted hYnself above petty prejudices and ogee something cf an understanding of life and values. If he is to be considered educated at pel. he must know something of all aspects and 7 realize its faults, so that the merits may be per- petuated and the faults corrected. '. That béing the case, why, in the name of common is it not a function of a cdllege or univer- sity investigate the social and economic evils its state and set the student. upcn the problem ‘of curing such evils?” ¢ ain fact of the matter obviously is that ‘such a course most emphatically is a college’s prop- estimable Americans fluttered gaily from all buildings. It was a great the king of England, no less, wanted to see the American skipper perscnally and congratulate him. * If the skipper could not come to London, the king ssage by a special messenger Woodrow Wilson; names not unknown.in our pan. theon of the great. Indeed, it is just barely pos- sible that a truly educated radical is of more value to his country than a: dyed-in-the-wool | conserva- tive who happens, alas, to be a blockhead. Be that as it may, however, there is this mucl: ! consolation for the textile gentleman; there is one certain way to rid the country of radicals. It hap pens that there is only one, but it is sure, Eliminate all injustice, all black poverty, all soul- destroying toil and all of the suffering that is not | grounded in the very base of life—and you will have no more radicals, For the existence of the radical means that there | is something wrong somewhere. Often, to be} sure, there is something wrong with the radical, | as well; but the very fact that there are radicals | {means that some part of our civilization is cut of gear. This is not to say that the solution the radical offers is always right. It is often wrong. But at least he has open cyes and wants to do something to make the world a better place to live in—which is better than cruising through life with a closed mind, seeing and hearing nothing that is disturb- ing. | It is the college’s task to discover the evils in | present-day life and set its students the problem of | curing them. If this makes radicals—so be it. | A Community Building | needs a community building which will serve as an Armory for Company A, a home | for the corn show and also a suitable place for an automobile show. The Kiwanis club is per- | forming a real service in premoting such a build: | jing. All civic bodies can well join in this | worthy project. | In a community building could be gathered many | public organizations such as the Red Cross, the | American Legion and other enterprises to pro- | mote the welfare of Bismarck and Burleigh coun- ity. , If every civie organization puts its shoulder to the wheel, it will not be long before such a build- ing is under construction, The first effort to raise funds for a Community building is being put forth by the Kiwanis in bring- ing the Welsh male singers here. This concert is rious, and public response should be generous. marck is handicapped in going after the great conventions, as most of them need buildings where displays can be held. This is exceptionally true cf the various implement associations. Equipped Bismarck be a strong bidder for some of the conventions which meet nearly every year at Fargo or Grand Forks, with a modern community building, this city would | H THE OLD Vs, THE NEW I was awake when dad left his room the next morning, but I heard him still ragging mother about me. At first he insisted that I. should Get behind the Community building. Where Is It? Dispatches from Los Angeles reveal that the es- tate left by the late Thomas H. Ince, moving pic- That’s a tidy sum, to be sure. But Ince devel- oped as many big mevie stars as any other man in the business—a whole galaxy of them. And each one, it was sclemnly announced, drew no less than $1,000,000 a year. How come? He could pay a million a year to all of these stars and couldn’t lay aside a million for himself. No. You see, dear reader, this million-a-year stuff came from the press-agents. It was, in plain English, a lot of applesauce. No movie star that ever lived actually drew that much. ' Roads of Our Youth (Minet, N. D., News) Middle-aged men remember when there was a bicycle club in nearly every enterprising city, and road scrapers were sent out, cnce a Week, to scrape a path along one side of the dirt highways smooth enough for cyclists to ride on in comfort—until it rained again. There were no paved roads. There were few macadam roads, / More than $1,000,000,000 dre being spent in building roads through the country this year. More will be spent next year. The automobile club, re- placing the bicycle club, keeps plugging for that, with “help from motorists and even the pedestrians —if there are really any such persons left. Everybody who: knows anything knows the im- portance of good rcads now. Yet there is always a question how far to go. Many good and intel- ligent men hesitate, again and again, to pay the money demanded for a street or highway improve- ment, in the belief that individuals or communities “cannot afford it.” At has been proved cver and over again that what cannot be afforded is bad roads. For good roads make transportation, and transportation makes business and property value. Every good thor- oughfare, wisely planned and well built, pays for itself many times. Maybe We Could Play (Kansas City Times) The board of education cf. Milwaukee wants to teach grownups of that city how to play. The board is sponsoring various forms of outdoor sports. But it would like to interest the parents and other adults as well. So jt plans to encour- age these to engage in baseball, swimming, hgnd- ball, horseshoe pitching, tennis and similar games. Success to the board. Perhaps its idea is wisely conceived. Observers frcm other countries have said Americans; that is, the grownups, don’t know how to play, to relax, to take things easy. It is; said we are too busy making money—strange that most of us don’t have it —that we make wealth- | getting a game, and a game that proceeds with tre- mendous seriousness. Maybe there’s truth in that, too. At any rate, Americans do know how, to play, and to play in the true spirit. The recent visit of Santa Claus! to Kansas City showed that. Here was a whole! | town, or at least a good part of the town, men,! women and children, all abscrbed in play, playing with Santa Claus, playing at Santa Claus them- selves—the grownups here—and every man, woman ‘and child of them enjoying it. ; No doubt what ia needed is the opportunity to play. Give us that, we say, and we'll join in the! game. If the Milwaukee board has found a way to {| be called down to the breakfast table right away that I might receive my bawling out from him. But moth- er diplomatically called his atten- ‘tion to the clock that showed him ‘he had barely time to get to his of- ture producer, totals $846,177. A | fice at half past eight. I surmised that rather than break his inflexible rule of being at his desk at this hour, he was willing to }let me and my reputation wait, until | s jevening, for I heard only oné more unintelligible growl as he cluthped down the stairs: As soon as he was well out of the ; house mother-came up to my room. ‘What time did you get in | last} night, Julia?” she asked. : “About four o'clock,” 1 answered : composedly. ! “What was the matter? Did | Charles’: automobile break down?” | “I don’t think so.” “You ‘don’t think so!'—I don’t un- derstand,” said mother. suddenly stopped. sight of my rain-drenched clothing ‘ i (An intimate story of emotions revealed in private letters.) innermost | LETTER FROM LESLIE PRESCOTT TO LITTLE MARQUISE, CAKE SECRET DRAWER— CONTINUED At first I thought I could not live. I had a feeling that I was in some way to blame. I wondered if I had given John to Paula the moment I had known little Jack was the child of their love, if the awful thing would have happened. One day when I found amon some other papers in John’s des! that letter which he had written to Paula Perier was ihe love of John Alden Prescott as he was turbulent and irresistible. I was the love of John Alden Pres- cott as he would have liked to be. I was a part of his ambition, his dreams ef power and she was some thing so powerful he could not put her out of his life. There, Little Marquise, I have given my whole confidence to you and I hope you will keep it all the long, years of the future, locked in your heart. Little Juck at first asked once or twice for Daddy and the “pretty lady” but he stopped when he found his questions hurt me. I am that he knows now all about it, for he is eight years old, but he has never mentioned his father's name. Sydney was' too young to anything. I would not have written this ex- cept as a farewell to the old life. Tomorrow I am going to enter a new one. Tomorrow I am going to be Karl Whitney's wife. “Destiny always wins,” Karl told |me last night. “Leslie yéu were des: jtined to be my wife when the world began and you will still be my wife when our souls again find our iden- know “What’s the matter with your clothes, Julia? They look "us though you had been walking out in the rain!” : “1 was.” “And yet you say that Charles‘ automobile did not break down.” “As far as I know, mother dear,/ it did not. I left Chuck in his old boat about a mile and a half from here and walked home, That was the on T was so late,” Walked home?” repeated mother 1 mystified v Then, all at he got an inkling of’ under- i, for even mother had heard Is who went auto-riding with walked hom “she repeated. Then she|# Mother burst into tears. She had caught) (Copyright, 1926, NEA Service, Inc.) Paula and had never sent, I knew; that however much heart had strayed, he had always loved her. sure | me. | never had in all my life before. ‘Walked hom ia, you do not mean-—” c, Chuck was drunk when we tarted but I didn’t know it and, in ite of all I could do, heekept tak-| ys a sip now and then from out if his flask. At last he got ugly! cnuse I would not let the petting! hparty go any further and I got out Sand walked home.” TOMORROW: Mother’ Tears. tity after millions of years, on unknown spheres.” | Dear Karl! Already I have found @ peace and contentment when he takes me in his arms that I perhaps | have . With him I will have lost all “the; {Sumult and the shouting.” Already they have died forever. other is at last happier than she has been since my father’s death. Karl has shown a greater aptitude for a business life than anyone thought possible, although Sally, Atherton and Jimmy Condon do most of the hard work in the management. of the mill. Sally’s courage in going back to the office, to work is wonderful. I' would not enter its doors for all the money it represents. Last year both Sally and Jimm: were given a great block of Hes from mother and me and I wish I could get rid of the remainder of it. | vear Little Marquise, I have loved you dearly, times the only thing which made me able to live and now I am saying good-bye, o { shall have no sadness, no secrets to record when I go to Karl, for he knows everything—except who are the parents of little Jack. That is now known only to you and to me. You are going back into the long past years and I have already for- gotten that he ever had anyone but Karl is at the door. ' : “Leslie come out for a momen into the moonlight of the veranda,” he pleads. “I want to make myself understand that you are really mine.” To you, Little Marquise, before 1 go to hint, I am going to make my greatest confession. I think I have loved Karl Whitney all my life but until tonight I did not know it, For.the last time, good-bye! LESLIE PRESCOTT. (Copyright, 1926, NEA Service, Inc.) A THOUGHT | Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened, and the ears of the deaf shall be unstopped.—Iina. 35:5. The blindness of men is the most dangerous effect of their pride; it seems to nourish and augment it; it deprives them of knowledge of rem- edies which can solace their miseries and can cure their faults.—La Roche- foucauld. Fs oS? | CORPORATIONS | Bowbells hotel association, George Hanson, B. L. rte, Penne: among them one Roosevelt, | provide the opportunity, let the board go ahead with ‘its plans and then tell us the results, | bimcensnizssny des aii bee best HL Fpeles, “ C. | Wiper Mi Jerry Western Motor company, Devils Lake, $60,000; W. E, Hocking, W. N. Norts, Roy F. Barickman and D. L. Rapp, Devils Lake, and A. ©. Soren- son, Webster. _ Dakota Auto Siiles company, Bés- marck, $25,000; F. W. Anderson, Rob- ert Krutaner and Oscar Krutzner. Sas Temperatures and t , Road Conditions a (Mereuty readings at 7 8. m.) Bismarek—Cloutly, 19; roads good. Mankato—Clear, 16; roads slippery. linot—Clear, roads good. loudy, roads fair. Jamestown—Cloudy, 20; rouds icy. Mandan——Cloudy, 18; roads icy. Hibbing.—Snowing, roads heavy. Duluth—Cloudy, 12; roads good. St, Cloud—Clear, 2; roads ., Winona-—Clear, «17; roads fair, rong Forki—Clear, 121, roads good: Rochester—Clear, 16; roads: rough. | ROWN WAY oY” Girl of Today jing around mysteriously, “I'm. going That’s just what I do mean. You}to show yo into my treasure room.” dears, do you suppose? The whole |ton—didn’t register at any hotel? You have been to me at - BEGIN. HERE TODAY HENRY RAND, 55, a business man, in found murdered chefp hotel in GRAFTON. only clews are a woman's hand- kerchief and a yellow ticket stub from a theater in Mansfi SIMMY goes to Mansfield, w! DETECTIVE MOONEY trace the ticket to a THOMAS FOGARTY, | who says he gave it to a woman named OLGA MAYNARD, Police search for her. Jimmy meets and falls in love with MARY LOWELL, and gets a job in her office. Later he ac- cidentally encounters Olga May- nard. He meets her at night eonfronts her with the evid against her. She faints when he nays she In suspected of murder. He is in the street holding her when he sees Mary Lowell and man companion watching them. The next. day Jimmy learns Mary’s companion was SAMUEL CHURCH, a wealthy lawyer. Mary refuses to speak to Jimmy a A pd i ota he is a char je gets a phone cal from POLICE LIEUTENANT | O'DAY to come down down to | headquarters. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY - CHAPTER XII “What's up?” Jimmy asked O'Day. “Come down and see.” O'Day hung up. Jimmy went back to his telegram jfrom Mooney. Olga Maynard, it isaid, had been seen in Grafton on the day of the murder—had inter- | viewed two cabaret owners about a {job, Mooney thought it best to place ‘a charge of murder against her when j she was found and hold her in Graf- ton. | “Look here,” growled O'Day when ‘he arrived at'the molice station. “the next time you run across somebody we're looking for,-you let us know.” “What do you mean?” | “We've found the Maynard wom- jan. She says you were with hor last inight. Why didn’t you tell us?” “[ ‘was going to bring her down “jhere tonight, Lientenant. 1 give vou my word. I wanted to talk to her alone and see what she was like. She didn’t do it, Lieutenant.” “She didn't, ch? Well. I'm. net {so sure. Come on upstairs. We'll need you when we talk to ‘her.” Olga Maynard’ was white-faced without her rouge. Her eyex, shift- ing restlessly, wore a hunted look. She flared at Jimmy when he came in with O'Day. “You told them “Well! Well! Well!” said Plucky Mister Havalook. “So everything isd settled ut last! There isn't going to be a revolution and nobody is to be|she accused. “You said you wer arrested, either. My nerves are go-| coming. You told them to get me.” ing to have a good rest.” “He did not,” O'Day declared. “He “Then we may go iome and tell just got a piece of my mind for not the ry Queen tnat everything 1s | telling. We were looking for you, settled, may we?" said Nancy. sister, and we've got you.” s, my dears, soon,” said Mister] He produced a telegram. “This is Havalook. “But 1 am'so happy to-| from ‘Mooney,” he said to Jimmy. day that I feel like doing something! He turned to the woman. “Here's for someb ‘proof that you were in Grafton the “Hurrah ied all the dolls, and’ day Henry Rand was munlered. Teddy and Sniff Whisker, and ‘even How about it?” the Gingerbread Man said “Hurrah”; “I've never denied it. Sore I was out of his one-sided mouth. theré—looking® for a . Why “Iam going to let you all into-alshould I lie? But I don't know a secret,” said iMister Havalook, look-/thing about the murder.” “You’re’ lying!” O'Day shot back at her. “What! Your treasure room! Doj not. It’s the truth—I swear you have a treasure room?” cried the |it' is. [/ went to the theater that dolls in such excitement that the! night on Fogartv’s ticket—I admit ies almost, *but not quite, fainted it. And the next night—Tuesday— i iLL tgok the ‘sleepér for Grafton, said ‘Mister Havalook. “Sh!'; got there inthe morning and spent Not so loud! My enemy, Old Snoopsy,ithe day looking for work. I’m a may hear. And I wouldn’t have Old' cabaret singer, and I’ve had some Snoopsy know for anything that I hard luck here. I tried to find a even ‘have a treasure,.much less ai cabaret or theatrical job’ in Graf- treasure room. Follow me on your ton.” ‘tippy-toes, and be as quiet as you, “Mooney said you had interviewed ean.” ‘a couple of cabaret proprictors,” aa- Mister Havalook put his spectacles; mitted O’Day, indicating the tele- into one pocket and took shis ear- gram. “All right, what did you do trumpet out of another, and beckoned next?” to them to follow. “That's all. I didn’t get anywhere, He went to the wall of the dining so I took the train Wednesday. night room and ‘pushed on a little button. | back to Mansficld.” And what should happen then, my| “You didn’t stay all night in Gr wall folded up like a jack-knife, in-| O'Day asked. side of itself, and behold, there was! “No, I didn’t go near any hotel.” another room as dark as @ cave. “You're not tellin’ the truth. You Then Mister Havalook pressed an- were in the Canfield Hotel while you other button, and. behold, about ajwere in Grafton. We know you thousand electric lights appeared. ” ‘ “Old light bulbs that people throw] “All right, I out,” he explained proudly. “They | even say the C i “Then how thet ticket stub all come to Hidy Go Land and I re- pair them and put them to use.” get in the room? You admit you used “Look ‘at the barrels,” whispered |the stub. You admit you were in Miss Bobb to the Tin Soldier. “They | Grafton the day of the murder. Yet must have the treasure in them.” you say you never saw the hotel— and the stub was found in the room with Rand.” “I can't explain it. Maybe some- body found the thing and planted it there to throw you off the track.” O'Day iaughed scornfully. “You'll have to do tbetter than that, sister. We're dealing’ in facts—not fairy stories. How do you - account for this? Before you Jeft for Grafton you were living in a chesp rooming house. You're out of a job and broke. You go to Grafton and come back to Mansfield ,and move into a pretty nice apartm Where did you get the money? : “I didn’t get the money. I got back here. Thursday morning and started looking for work again. 1 took the first thing I could get—a clothing model's job. On the strength of that I. rented an apartment. I don’t like rooming houses.” “Do you think a jury would be- lieve your story?” scoffed O'Day. “I don’t know.. Do you believe I committed a murder?” “It looks like it, Whether you did or not, you're coverin’ somebody up. “Right you are,” said Mister Hava- look. “Follow me, ladies gentle- men. Step within and I will tell you all about them.” * He took the lid off the nearest barrel. “Pins,” he said. “All pins. Millions and millions of pins come to Hidy Go Land every day, I gather them up, and now I have nine hun- dred and ninety pounds, ten ounces, and six hundredweight. All varieties English hand-polished tin; Ameri- can brass to be had for ten cents a paper; and the five-cent kind not so fine. Safeties also, and’ right here are the brooches with sets, “This next barrel is collar buttons, You’ve no idea how many collar but- tons come to Hidy Go Land. Over fifty .pounds of them came last month alone. This box is full of lost handkerchiefs, And that old chest is full of umbrellas. If you ever miss an ‘umbrella, you’ll know that it has slipped off to Hidy Go Land.” “Have you any jewelry?” asked the Twins curiously. “People lose rings’ and watches sometimes.” + “Oh!” whispefed Mister Havalook. “Not so loud. Old Snoopsy may hear you. Yes, I have a chestful. Over in that corner,” “Ah, ha!” said a voice which made the room when the murder was com- mitted. I believe you even got Henry “WEDNESDAY, You know who did it. You were in| th 2 Rand into that roem—didn’t you?” “No!” cried Jimmy, leaping from his chair. “{ don't believe thet, Lieutenant. She might be covering somebody up, but—” “Sit down, Rand.” O'Day waved him aside. “Didn't you?” he contin- ued, turning to Olga Maynard, “No, I didn’t, I tell you,” she said Shed “I never even heard of yim. = Ms “Listen, siater,” said O'Day. “I've been trying to place you and it comes to me all of a sudden. Seems to me you were one of those who got a |ride in the wagon the time we raided the Studio Club. How about it?” She turned away from. O'Day's steady look—bit her lip. “What of it?” she asked. “Nothing—except it wasn’t very‘ nice company. Not for a lady.” é She flushed ‘hotly. “All right,’ maybe it wasn’t. But you can’t hang me for that.” - “We can come pretty near hang: ing you for something else. Come, now, tell us who was this guy H. A. Jones who registered for the room?” “I wasn't with anybody in Graf- ton.” “All right, what’s the jury going to say when we show 'em you were in Grafton the day of the murder and your theater ticket was found in the room?” She smiled sarcastically. “They {wouldn’t convict me on circumstan- i tial evidence, Lieutenant. Pretty thin evidence, at that.” O'Day studied ler through half shut eyes. ‘That ain't all,” he said softly. “That ain't all. You still say you didn't go near the Canfield Hotel?” “I still say it.” ,_ “All right. Then how did this get jin the room where the murder was ; committed 2” He produced the ‘handkerchief and confronted her with it. “Come on, , answer me.” Sho was staring, white- faced, at the handkerchief, speech- less with surprise. “If—if I wanted to lie,” she said slowly, “I'd say that wasn’t my ‘handkerchief. There’s no fnitial or anything on it—” “The perfume is the same as you've got on the one in your hand,”, O'Day cut in. ‘ | “Just the same, you couldn't prove it was mine, Lieutenant. This is a common enough brand of perfume, and so is the handkerchief. But I won't lie. It’s my handkerchief. Do you mean to say they found it in the room with-—with---” “They found it in the room with Henry Rand, yes. The handkerchief and the ticket stub. Now do you ects you were in the room?” “I'm: still telling you. the truth, Lieutenant.” She looked appealine- ly at Jimmy. “I'll swear I am, Mr. Rand. I’m telling the truth. No, T was not in that room. I don't know how the handkerchief got there. But I think J begin to see a thing or two now. | “Listen. Maybe I've heen covering somebody ” that [ didn’t intend to cover up. ‘That handkerchief . gives ;me an idea. Lieutenant, I lost that {handkerchief Monday night. I had it when I- left. the Paragon Theater, but I didn’t have it when I went home, and I didn't have it when I went to Grafto She held up her beaded bag. “When I went in the theater I put the ticket stub in here —with my handkerchief. Well, after the theater I went to a place to eat and’ dance. You know, Mr, Rand— ‘the Madrid, where you saw me the other night. “This might sound like a week alibi to you, Lieutenant. You 5p sak T'm lying, but I'l) wear I'm not.” “ ahead,” said O'Day. I'm trying to think.” She passed her ‘hand’ uncertainly over her ford- head. “I gave that bag to the mah I-was dancing with, te hold for me. He put it in his coat pocket, and afterward he gave it back. “My handkerchief was still in the » and so was the ticket stub, I guess. I remember asking him for my handkerchief after one dance— it was warm. I told him it was in my bag. He opened the bag without taking it out of his pocket and brought out the handkerchief. I re- member ‘he said, ‘What kind of pickpocket do you think I'd make? He did it real cleverly.” “All right—what di. u do with the handkerchief then?” asked O'Day. “The music started for another dance, and I gave it back to him. He just stuck it in his pocket—didn’t put it back in the bag.” “You mean he kept it?” Jimmy asked. ; “Let me finish. We quarreled and I went home fore I left I asked him for my hag. My money was in it. He kidded me for a minute or two—tried to make me think he was going to keep it— but I threatened to call the ma r. “He gave me back the bag, and it unfastened where he had the hat rehief out. I'd for- nm about the handkerchief, but ust have kept it, not knowin; he had it.. The next day, as I tol you, I missed it, but I didn’t try to think what I had done with it. It was just a cheap handkerchief. “I think that when he pulled my handkerchief out of the bag, he also pulled out the ticket stub, and were both in. his pocket when gave the bag back.” “And you think ‘he’s a man wha left. the handkerchief and the stub in the Canfield Hotel?” asked O'Day. “That's the only explanation I can he ‘was the man?” 'a_Be Continued) them all jump, “I heard you that| down the beautéiul Venderbilt man- Artists, actors, dancers, socie folk at the housewarming of ine Anderaon-Milton school of artistic theater and dance........,.Not 30 Aa: Boreey ‘An- . ing young < ‘, aR lie hall... New York, Feb. 10.—Random notes. from_an afternoon's, stroll: Most costly apartment in America rising on upper Fifth Avenue, Suites win be wold at $250,000 to $500,000. Rich folk will buy them and call them home. No rolling acres. No clusters of trees. No rambling gar- dens, Just rgeously _ furnished rooms. Skilled workm who make this building possible than $10 a day. 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