The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, March 22, 1926, Page 4

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Ten million more to become the property of Kansas the total gift of Colonel Nelson | R, lea ing appro as in Cit Municipal Art long dream of Colonel Nelson. This action of Col. x ted by Victor Lawson, 0 Daily Newspaper, who recent N owner of the Ch ly publishers. ding ne Frank Munsey, Gift to Kansas City elson, Ka: worth in ¢: real estate y, Which ma xcess of twenty million. of this money will be given to establish Museum, which had bi of ten million, son was in t duplica da’ se pa: seum, have donated their vancement of art, It is to be hoped, however, in the disposition of so firmly ; ished by Col. Nelson will be retained in the! new ownership. pewer for good in Kans the K. estab! as St. and the Times, the pol: These newspapers have been s owner of the New York Herald, turned over all his wealth to the Metropolitan Ar’ Within a year, three of the wealthiest wealth to the ad- ity, and they have beer ifs n the life | Rev. Straton recites i | what generally ob | ways ‘ness owes it a bi makes it possible to send cipher messages from war- frequency at which they are transmitted. undersea by the sonic telephone. AD | ing observation on modern society, declaring it “has | gotten so jazzy and woozy and so dependent on the | without | feet instead of on the head and so helples dancing mi and bootleggers, that the formation is tragic and terri It is happen in Florida. le. Social affairs the nation. it was a deeade ago, not always dependable, and we are prone to idealize “the good old days.” Fine Service Ask the average Ame ride with you in an airpl he'll fidget a bit and make some excuse. But ask the same man to entrust a valuable ond thought. Among the enviable branches of our government service, none is ve as that of the air mail. Accidents are almost unknown. through, The government, we hear, is trying hard to American busine: If it does this as well in it does with the air mail, American debt. How far apart experts on d are, price ail 1 {will fig! the government, to mulct the bootleggers of their ably guided, since the death of Colonel Nelson, by | men whem he had trained from youth. { With the death recently in Baltimore of Nelson's | only child, the estate being left: without. erted to his beloved city and the | ccumulated through industry and the property re many millions he a n heir, all the splendid support of Kansas City will now serve the public. Fr; ‘ank Mun: y The wills of Victor Lawson, Colonel Nelson and reflect. the public spirit of these! henest publishers who worked for the public wel- fare. They'll Mollie Mollie Lannan died the other day. The front page of a newspaper carried heavy black column rules on th e first page. A black-bordered editorial told in # few plain sentences of her successful, charitable life. grocery Mollie Kannan was a newspaper woman in‘an Ili- | is town, a little town where the spirit of neighbor. | line s runs high, Ev hospitals, jotting down little personal items about the people of her home town. the undertakers, the police station, the banks. ways on the lookout for a bright little bit of new s marvelous the way Mollie picked up names. newspaper made friends. Mollie held that To the court house, Al- space was not too dear for a little “puff” now and then for a young girl or boy who was just “trying to get along.” All her life—and she was 42 in good w ther and bad, Mollie plodded, along the streets with her beok and pencil, seeking that which would interest her neighbors after the supper dishes had been washed | up. Mollie Laman was a litle more than a friend to all the people in her home town, too. something a little grim about her, for after all she was a kind of censor of the community's morals. | name in, print is a power- | ze of Mollie's.’ stress at Geneva this week, The key to her success iof the council and assembly mectings now in prog- it is clear that the spirit of Locarno is as much For the The fear cf seeing one ful deterrent from evil in a town the was her faith in peoples ultimate: goodne: her search daily for new: lookout for the happier thing: But she became beloved. he was alwa, bright th incidents that spoke of progress. gatizn of the relation between athleti ty. etary of the class of 1875 examined the Her writing never will be bound in ional library, people's hearts. Athletics and Longevity ponderous but they have pal ry day with a little pad of copy paper Mollie Lannan went the rounds. Over to the depot, to the ores, dry goods stores, drug stores and There was | , for in! re on the jon trial,as the league organizaticn itself. small | sake of the former, one cannot help wishing that the Princeton College has made an interesting investi- The s and longevi- record of the class members, and found that over twenty who competed on the various athletic teams were still living, and all of them past their 70th ‘year. Surviving members cf the class who took a prom- inent part in athletic arship and have won distinction since leaving col- lege. Of course, this investigation is too limited to tell exactly the effect of athletics upon: longevity. Doubtless the athletic carcer of the members of the class of 1875 was not nearly as strenuous as that practiced by the students of today. Whether’ the college athleties of this e will re- peat the records of those prominent in the Prince- tan class of 1875, as far as longevity is concerned, will be interesting to know. In several numbers of the “Medical Journal,” physicians have deplored in- tensive athletics as detrimental to the career of the | Of course, the Princeton investigation is interesting, but it hardly establishes anything defi-| nite, because athletics of 1875 and of toda: students, widely different. A New ‘Telephone y are so > Washington, dispatches bring word of anuther im- portant invention—a sonic telephone, a device for underwater sound transmission. This invention has been credited to Dr. Harvey C. Hayes of the Naval Department. It has been perfected to make pos- , sible the telephoning under water for a distance of sjenw Owe or more miles. This new scientific achievement | . that besets the farmer. ill-gotten gains. Editorial Comment (Duluth Herald) The subcommittee of the was elected, Thi body who knew senatorial contes | marked thdir ballots in a way that got thrown out of the count by the judges. label resent. his use of it. against Senator Cummins. it is incompetent, irrelevant and immaterial. senator, no matter what Mr. Brookhart does it. | he Test of Locarno (Detroit Free Press) latter were a less precarious affair, control of the league council as suchbut also, ithe future. Versailles. mechanism of the league. Geneva may easily become its grave. Our Terrible Winters i (The Jamestown Sun) sleighs for the last five miles of the trip. haven’t heard of any such fer some years found no delays on account of snow. . While navy officers naturally hesitate to say much } about the invention, it is believed that ultimately messages can be transmitted over great distances ; Rey. Dr. John Roach Straton, who is taking a} | “rest cure” at Palm Beach, Fla., makes the follow. ! ‘dly fair to judge society from what may are more ploited in newspapers today than a generation an extreme case rather tl ains in the best communities of | Society is doubtless better today than | Our memories, however, are n business man ty take a | jane and the chances are | el to the government air mail service for de- nd the chances are he'll do it without a sec- records set by different The mails get ricultural problems indicated by the attitude of Aaron Sapiro, who asserts that cooperative marketing and not xing is the basis for a solution of the trouble tant Secretary of the Treasury, Andrews, ht bootlegging by using the taxing power of | Steck Was Elected, and Steck Should Sit senate committee that] was much worse off than you are. has been considering the Steck-Brookhart contest reports unanimously that Steck, and net Brookhart,|] had been the one to do it. 1 came On the correct and just principle of letting the ‘plain intent of the voters become effective despite technical ballot defects not indicating fraud, the sub- committee finds that Steck, Democrat, was elected | three ad ‘by a plurality of 1,420 over Brookhart, Republican. is exactly what had been expected by every- what happened in the last Towa} that when many voters were so eager to vete against Brookhart that for emphasis they | your p This being the case, Steck should be seated, re- 'gardless of his party label, and Brookhart should be sent home, regardless of HIS Jabel—and also, regardless of the fact that many who share that And Steck should be seated, too, in spite of Brook- hart’s threat that if he is not seated he will run That is his right, but so far as the Steck-Brookhart contest is concerned It is the business of the senate to see that who- ever got the most votes shall get the senate seai, and as Steck got the most votes Steck should be The league of nations is being subjected to terrif! Whatever the outcome At bottom the issue is one involying not merely a far more direct manner than most people perceive, the question of political hegemony in the Europe of Little analytical insight is required to ascertain ‘how significantly identical is the present alignment on the question of the enlargement of the council with the international groupings that have been tak- ing shape in European politics ever since the war. The hostile camps at Geneva are those created at The war cries change with the occasion, but the undercurrents of antagonism and hate, of so excellent in schol-! suspicion and vindictiveness, remain unaltered. Not even Locarno has yet bridged the gaping chasms that divide Europe into opposing sections. And it seems likely that Locarno will experience difficulty in carrying out its appointed mission as long as it continues to‘be integrally ligked with the In exactly the measure in which the latter is weak and vulnerable the spirit of Locarno will necessarily be open to cnslaughts. In the end, instead of being a shelter to Locarnoism, We note in the news columns today that Presi- dent Coolidge and family on their way to the bier of the president’s father at Plymouth, Vermont, were forced to abandon their automobiles for team drawn may be some places in North Dakota where the roads are that badly snow blocked at times but we' fact 8 majority of the rural mail carriers have been using autoes throughout the past winter while traveling men whc make the state by auto have { | 7 i trans- | ex- £0, over: , letter quite serve other busi- 2 Lc i. A PROMISE OF HELP Jerry Hathaway made his deelara- tion so positively that I was a hat- check girl at the Beaux ‘ts restau- rant that contented myself by brief- ily saying “ye vr. Hathaway then turned to Jim i a grin, So you're’ the person who knocked Sellers down at the Beaux Arts. Good for you, old chap. It's worth that black eve. And I heard that he THE BISMAR' | Giving.the Old Tree a Good Work-Out | = a ANTE ‘ 4is and warmer admiration than would make me quite comfortable. “There’s one thing, however, that | can do, and that is to make that gang of cutthroats return that money to Miss Dean that was stolen from her at the Beaux Arts.“ They can't tell me that you flim-flam them out of a dinner. one would think that to look at you. I've heard something of this kind a [couple of times about the place and if they don’t look out, it'll get a bad were clothes?” said Ringtail suddenly, sit- ting up in bed’and peering out of sleepy eyes. “Aha! It’s you two young rascals, isn’t it? Get right out of here this minute, you robbers, always borrow- ing my stuff without a by-your- leave.” Corny meekly shut the drawer. “I thought that would waken you,” he said saucily. “Say, Mister Coon,” said the March Hare, “we've had a time of it trying to get you awake. Do you know that spring is here, nearly, and. you have to get all barbered up? Rubadub, the fairyman is waiting for you yonder in Scrub-Up Land—right now.” “Thank you. Yl go at once,” said Ringtail obediently hopping out of bed. “I’m much obliged,- I’m sure.” trying to No That guy has had it coming to him| name. (To Be Cantinued.) for some time and I almost wish that| “Don’t you worry, Miss Dean, I'll have your money for you by tomor- into the restaurant a few minutes| row night.” after you h: gone and heard every- im’s face broke out in smiles. one talking about the fracas. “T tell you, Judy, I'm glad you “I was looking for Syd Alston.| have Jerry on your side, He'll get Have you seen him anywhere, Jim?”| your money for you, never fear. “No. I's ot seen him for two or “Well, I guess any longer. Whi going to dine, h won't look for him you said you. were remembered thing to. cat so if you people nd TH just edge myself in on i n i don't pr pit wv money, way, Looking up, I saw a “Pil be awfully glad back of ‘course, them |. We just in front. of B littic It ¢ und we filed in after 1] will not he me that wil ad that I liked spaghetti. to ann nec. You see said Then Mr. Hathaway had to be told the whole story from beginning to end, und of course Jim said: dy has lost her job.” Hathaway, “I have much trouble said Jerry think she'll getting another. His eyes expressed almost more Ly Ringtail Coon was quietly and peacefully sleeping. His nice white ail with his black rings around. it, had slipped from under the clothes and trailed on the floor. The Twins and the March and Ringtail’s two nephews, Cor: i Cobby from the other side o: the woods, stooii lvoking at him, but} he was dreaming « ms of moonlight | nights and fi of sweet young corn as big as ans. At that min- ute he was deciding whether to try an ear of tende tam corn, or a about ir of juicy, sweet, rn. ng fling in his sleep, until laughed out loud. But it didn't sir! He was sl for that. “Ringtai the March Hare sharply, looking at his watch. “Wake up, Ringt: It's half past a quar- ter to the year after next almost, and here you are disgracing the whole place. Don’t you know that spring is coming and that you can’t be scen until you have a hair-eut and a shave and a good bath? Come along, sir'” “I just can’t tell which I like the best,” said Ringtail, whacking his tail on the floor. “Yellow bantam is certainly fine, and the grains are so nice and big they don’t get in your teeth, but Country Gentleman is so duly and tender and sweet, it’s like eating sugar. I just can’t decide *Whatever am I going to do With leim?” cried the March Hare crossly. “Whatever shall I do? Rubadub is waiting to barber him up—everything ready, lather and all. And here he is snoozing like old Rip Van Winkle who didn't wake up for twenty years.” Just then Corny Coon poked Cobby Coon in the ribs. “I'll bet’ you we can wake him up, don’t you, Cob?” he said. “We know how to wake up j Uncle Ring, so we do.” ; | “How?” said Nick and Nancy who were having the best kind of a time over the whole affair. But the March Hare wasn’t having such a good time. He felt respons. ible for all the wood people looking their very best when they pres. d and in the ¢ him up! No, ing too soundly There Was-Coming. 4 “Yes, how?” he asked snappishly. “How can you' waken this lazy old dude of an uncle of yours?” ° Corny didn’t answer, but went over to Mister Coon’s bureau and pulled. out the top drawer. “Oh, Cob,” he called loudly. “J pthink I'll borrow one of Uncle Ring’g, kties. Which one do you Ba in yee ‘the green one with the purple: and in| sized te themselves in the Land-Where-Spring | {erabs all over it or the one with the pink fish and yellow mice?” “1 like the fish and m me hungry." It’s very becor And Co pulled out that Mister Coon kept his in. iit sort of stuck and made # good bit ure [of noise. “Who's there?) Who's | HOT Foctine ix cto > — RANGES tt} ion pass between the two men. is as if Mr. Hathaway was tell- ing Jim to keep his mouth shut about something. but T don't want you to subject yourself to any annoyance.” “Don’t you worry, Miss Dean. ‘ou up as alone and friendless in a big city or they would not have dared to do as they did will be a different. story. (Copyright, 1926, NEA TOMORROW: An Embarrassing Question. ‘Service, Inc.) tre best,” called back Cobby. All right OLIVE POBERPS BADTON | with the crabs on it,” shouted Corny. “And [ think I'll borrow his best silk shirt with the red, whi stripes. Do you want to borrow then, I'll take the one TRUE HEY, fverent, WHERE ARE You % COULDN'T : AY SUCH CLOSE peculiar =| to have my Mr. Hatha-| No cloud has a silver lining as long as you stay on the outside. Kissing is dangerous. It is likely to make a girl's nose shiny: It 1 be subject those men Let a man talk about himself and he will think you gre interesting. Tomorrow Those not careful about what they get into find it is trouble. Those who fail to look before they leap land in disgust. Your life may be an open book, but there are all kinds of books. jouse necktie -—_—_— “Tt al- No man is old until he needs a shave ubout half the time. Others’ opportunities always seem to be better than yours. e and blue ning to me, ne too?” the dra Being a deep thinker is all right, but water from a spring usually better than water from a well, The man worth :35,000 worries be- cause n't {instead of being glad it isn’t four. 3 er after = my eI <4 OLD ON A MNUTS —TEE-HES — WHAT It oul MISS (tT & BEGIN HERE TODAY HENRY. RAND, 55, a business man, in found murdered in @ cheap hotel in Grafton. Police find a woman's handkerchief and the stub of a yellow theater ticket. JANET rap, his daughter, breaks her engagement BARRY COLVIN, because of the “disgrace.” JIMMY. RAND, his son, goes to Mansfield, where the theater is. The stub {5 traced to a political boux, THOMAS FOG ARTY, who says he OLGA MAYNARD, a cabaret sing- er. Jimmy meets and falls in love with MARY LOWELL. Later he encounters Olga. She faints at hearing police want her for mur- der. a7 vy with SAMUEL CHURCH, a Ithy lawyer, sees Jimmy lift Olga into a taxi and misxunderstands, Olga tells police the stub might have come into possession of a man who “picked her up” two nights before the murder. Jimmy receives mysterio rn ings to leave Mansfield er is attacked by two men cae capes.-- ~ With Jimmy «and gt A cs tranged, Church ps lary’s promixe tu marry him, Jimmy and Olga, out one night, see a man they both recognize—she -as the man who got the stub, he as one of his assailants. The man escapes, but they identify him by Bis police photo as IRE JEN Church, motoring with Mary, runs over a dog. She breaks her ; €ngagement and writes Jimmy about it, but the éffice boy for- gets to mail the letter. 1 Jimmy gets a phone call from / Olga, saying she has found Jen- sen, He rushes to her apartment to find her gone. Her disappéar- ance become a newspaper sen- sation. O'Day fills Jimmy’s mind with new doubts by telling him he found a picture of Henry Rand in Olga’s room. Jimmy, walking with Barry, ‘suddenly sees Kid Divis, a known intimate of Jensen, board- ing a street car. He runs in pursuit, swings aboard the car. When Divis gets cff, at the end of the line, Jimmy follows him through Jonely streets and dis- mal fog. He sees Divis enter a house, and, after the door closes behind him, approaches the house himself. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XLVII Jimmy, a gloom-shrouded figure in the fog, his pulses racing madly— whether from fear or excitement he did not know—slowly approached ise where he had. seen Kid disappear. He stood now just in front of it. A short flight. of steps led up to the front door, another short flight down to the basement entrance. Tt was the basement entrance which Divis hud used and Jimmy made his cautious way down the steps. He stood just outside the! felt the latch cli¢k home ‘with only a faint sound, and stood in semi- darkness ina hallway: To his left, the door swung open, was an unlighted room. Jimmy judged that it might be a living room or, more: probably, one of those old- fashioned basement “parlors.” Just ahead of him, and to his right, was & igs of beers Ve! thin cai pet nearly worn throug] tle farther down the hi deft, a door stood a; broad beam of light darkness. He «judged it was the room through whose window he had first seen the light and’ outside which he had just been listening. He heard voices—a man’s’ heavy bass, another man’s voice, higher pitched, He had heard that first one. It was Jensen. And he heard the la- bored, catchy breathing of a woman trying to suppress her sobs. Then carefully, his hand support- ing him against the wall, he tip- toed down the hall and peered into the room, taking of the beam of light. There, sitting in a chair, his back to the door, was Kid Divis. He had taken off hig coat, but his cap still erched on the back of his irectly opposite Divis was Olgn, likewiée sitting in a chair. Her head was down on her breast. Jimmy [could not be sure, but he thought her position indicated she was held in the chair, possibly by a rope around her arms. | And Jensen was standing. He {held in his hand a heavy glass tum- j bler, half filled with whisky, or what ‘Jimmy took for whisky, He drained it and set it down. He turned to ness. “Stop your sniffin’,” he growled. He raised a heavy paw threatening- ily. Jimmy stiffened. If he should (strike her he would cast everything to the winds and rush blindly in. It ; was more than he could bear. | But- Jensen changed his mind, His hand fell to his side and he shrugged, poured himself another drink. | “Go easy, Ike,” said Divis. “Ain't ya had enough yet?” |. “Aw shut up!” came from Jensen, thickly. “Y’ make me sick.” Jimmy retreated slowly along fac wall. He found himself again before the door that opened on thé living | room, foot—luckily, it made no noise—came in contact with a hard object on the floor. He reached down for it, half groping, for he could not distinguish it in the dark- ness, He picked it up, and to his touch it felt like a heavy, round metal knob, with a crudely fashioned j handle. Holding it up toward the | light that sifted from the other room. he beheld what noperently was the broken-off end of a heavy brass and- iron, : Then he carefully set it down ;aguin and Wed ‘off his overcoat and hat. ‘These he laid on the floor dust inside the front room. He icked up the broken andiron again door, his ear pressed against a panel. and held it firmly in his right hand. But he heard nothing and for just aj lebated whether to/ ing try the door anti sec if he could slip} could do. brief second he in unheard and unseen. But he had a change of mand, vateei| ter look around first,” and his voice, a low- whisper, waw ceric-like. in the fog. Again he blood runnin, shiver shoo! An involuntary “him as he stood in the basement entrance trying to decide! on some enable hi. withot Flee hood nights before the fireside with thrilling, detective. fiction. he thought, none of it was mor hair-raising or perilous than_ thi: and this, strangely, was real life. It was impossible, and yet it was. true. He knew, instincti this house was the secret to those mysterious warnings he Te- ceived; to Olga Maynard’s fate; Jensen's whereabouts; father's murder, “If only this place wasn’t so far from nowhere,” he “Foolish to try anything alone. Even more foolish to take the time to get pel e out here, They might clear out. . Heo thought of running to the nearest house ,und asking for help. But the nearest house was a goo quarter of a mile away and, besides, how was he to know whether it would be friend or foe living there? He climbed the stairs again and found himself at the front window. He peered at the ness. within, but saw nothing, aus silence was oppre ul. Slowly he made his way atound to the side—the side whence he had seen the light shining down the road. The light was still there, casting a dull glow through a drawn ahaa: Jimmy bent down and look- ed. He-thought: “If anyone comes between the. light and the window, TN see his shadow.” He could detect a low murmur of voices, but they seemed far away. id no one moved between the light and the window. There bis 3 that dim, unfriendly glow. rough the shade, _ : He strained forward, listening, and suddenly he thought he heard a voice lan. of action that would to see inside the house imself being discovered, ly, that inside even to his ement dark- and ive and fear- rising on a note of anger. And,! while je listened, the voice ceased. There t as, 8 brie! woman’s scream. . . . ,He checked the cry that sprang to his own tips. The voico was Olga turned around helplessly. ‘Should he run; for assistance, or should he try to enter the house alone? Would it do any good? It seemed so foolhardy, and, yet—-God! —Olga had cried out for help. She needed him. ‘ 4 “Asif in answer to his question, the ery came again. This time it was not a secret but a low moan. | “God help us!” he cried, “I'm go- ing: in,” as swiftly as he could around to the front entrance. * Before the door he paused. Should he try to rush boldly in—maybe by break’ ng window—and trust to the value of a surprise attack? Or should e try by stealth? : “Hurry, “hui Do_ something.” His voice was a desperate whisper. Ho cautiously tried the knob of the door that had’ peened in answer to Divis’ knock." He was ‘somehow not surprised to find that it turned. Divis had not locked the door behind him, He’ stealthlly ‘turned the knob all way, and then, with r that th ie door swing open! it betrayin, hi slowly pushed it vopen ung neers wi . t for him to push is memories came of boy-/ Surely,! 0) house. complained.! just! silence, and then| from the room came the sound of a! tab! He stood there in the hall, wonder- what he should do—what he He wished for Licuten- ant O'’Day’s powerful presence. Strange thoughts flashed through his mind . . . the heroes of those boyhood detective thrillers . . feeble and ‘incompetent he looked. beside them . . . he was scared— scared stiff—yet he knew that j Jensen Jaid his hands on eit ag he would dash madly, blindly, into i that room and strike out with the crude weapon that he held in his hand. ‘ He grasped + the broken andiron more firmly, From the room came Jensen’s drink - thickened voice again, his words an indistinguish- ble blur as they floated through the hall, Then another sound—from_ up- stairs. He jumped nervously, Loud and clear it came to his ears, the ringing of a telephone bell. It sound- ed strangely foreign to this old It came again, ‘an insistent, long ring. % He heard a chair scrape in the room fvhere he had seen Jensen and the others, Then Jensen's voice: “Danm telephone. Naw, sit still, Kid, I'll answer ft. 7. Probably jthe big feller wantin“ to talk to me. Damn nuisance, the phone's up- stairs.” Jimmy ‘heard Jensen’s heavy foot- falls, saw his shadow nwve out into the hall and lengthen fantastically on the ie ‘ |, He stepped quickly into the friend- jly darkness of | the front room. | Shoutd he swing the eagiter sagen sen passed to go up the stairs | Swing at his head with all his might and then: leap madly in at Divis? He decided against it, There was that telephone call. He wanted to know who was calling—whom Jen- sen. had referred to when he spoke of the “big feller.” He ‘stood, where be was and let Jensen pa: He could have taken two short steps and reached | with his hand and touched him as h turned to mount the stairs. A si | den plan flashed through ‘his mind {as he saw Jensen’s broad back mov- | ing @pwards ine + le waited until the. man had reached the floor above, heard him grunt “hello” into the’ phone, then, hig muscles. taut, “his nerves tense, he softly tip-toed toward the lighted i with his back to the door, his feet comfortably propped , on bare Ne. He was sipping slowly from j been using. As silently as a cat Jimmy moved. He could still hear Jensen's voice, muffled by the distance, at tho phone. t And now he stood framed in the doorway. There was Olga, her head drooping wearily. She was thed in the chair, Jimmy saw. He took one tious step toward Divis and saw Olga iddenly look up, saw the frozen horror on her face as she be- held him. And Divis—Divis saw it, too. He set the glas#: down on the table, slowly moved to turn his head... . And then Jimmy sprang forward, raising the hand that held the broken andiron. (To Bo Continued) Knitting mill machines start with the top of th ckings. knit the » bed pgytion, ge to the bo hen Feat 2a en A ‘ins to keep clear’ room, i Divis was still seated in the chair 5 Olga, his face’ brutal with drunken->, how " the heavy tumbler that Jensen had _ “hy