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become colorless mills and scores a su of her triumph over freshing. ten Mas school after her day of labor at the mill and gave her mind a chance. Here she worked in a candy 3 she was married. At twenty-two Mme. Jennette Gair was left a penniless widow with three chi learned, years ago, by dint of super-human effort she had enough to open a small hat shop back in Lawrence. She serimped and studied. moved he lot and sold it a fect a reliable cure. & mother, Roy Gilland was innocent. boy, she told them time and again, and her boy was guiltless, . Later PAGE FOUR "<The Bismarck Tribune An Independent Newspaper THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Established 1873) Published by el Bismarck Tribune Company, oy a Bismarck, N. entered at the marck, as second class mail matter. George D. Mann.. ier, per year... ly by mail, per ear, e outside Bismarck)....... (in Daily by mail, outside of North Dakota. Member Audit Bureau of Circul: Member of The Associated Press The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the ~ Use for republication of all news dispatches credited to it or not otherwise credited in this paper, and alsv the local news of spontaneous origin published here- All rights of republication of all other matter hezein ate also reserved. Foreign Representatives G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY wheel of progress. | CHICAGO DETROIT Hence, the tiny car and the death knell of the bux- | Tower Bldg. Kresge Bldg. | om hussies of the auto family. | PAYNE, BURNS AND SMIT: NEW YORK ae . 2 atti (Official City, State and County Newspaper) Girl From the Mills In any cotton mill town you see them, dy young, some of them pretty, some wan-faced, many indifferent. isn’t much to look forward to, e riage to get out of the sill the great majority is to work on For most of them, it nd on cogs in the great cotton Now and then one of these gi s'in the world. Jennette Brown came from Russia wh ears old, until she as fourteen, But she wi Her parents took he facto She worked, saved, studied, ‘Twelve year: hat shop to Flori year later for $1600. ago she heard of Palm last year and a half in Palm Beach her real estate| must take a stern stand against these hasty clandes- tignd Avew sales ran above $5,000,000. tine marriages,” déclares President Scott. At the | quite calm For « cog in a cotton machine that’s doing pretty | University of Wisconsin, however, they take the po- | that she going well. The Hand That Rocks the C The scourge of scarlet fever, a disease that used to cost thousands of lives annually in this country, has been lifted. And the hand that rocks the cradle = played u dramatic role in the undoing of the peril. Seven years ago an obscure young Chicago phy- sician, Dr. George Dick, believed he had found a way to discover the germ of scarlet fever and to ef- But no funds were available for the vast research he had to undertake. . Had it not been for Dr. Gladys H. Dick, his wife, scarlet fever might still be killing thousands. found a position as technician in an Evanston hos- pital. salary that enabled her husband to continue the re- _-Seareh that led to the successful discovery of the “germ about two years ago and development of an _..efficient serum. Much of her work was menial. Those were five hard years for-Dr. Di hard years for his wife. They faced countless sacri- “fices to give to the world a fact of the highest value =.—a means of saving life. : is only one example of woman- <= hood at work. The story is typically modern, the -wife and husband both earning. "* modern marriage relation brought to an ideal—the woman helping to produce a great gift for the world, Dr. Gladys Dick But She Knew Her Boy In the eyes of the world, and Posey diana, Coy Gilland was a murderer. I 1928, he was convicted for murder. eighty-one-year-old She knew her But to Sarah Gilland, h Before the trial Sarah Gilland had tal to one side and asked him if he was guilty. = assured her that he was innocent. because, as she told the jury, she knew him. stcknew he would tell her the truth. But the jury did not believe Coy Gilland, and re- “Sgarded his mother’s plaint as the perfectly natural defense that a loving mother anywhere in the world would put up for her son. . The other day another man confessed and absolved Gilland from any connection with the deed, Coy Gilland’s immediate pardon was recom- = mended to Governor Jackson. Posey county is glad justice has been done, and =Yejoices in the homecoming of Coy Gilland. But s.there is nu joy comparable to that of the mother ‘who “knew her boy.” The Prince Plays Golf Asidé from his dancing and an cccas' “Yate prank, almost all we know of the Prince of ==’Wales is that he has fallen from-more horses than % any man living. Of his human qualities, of his real inner nature, 3, we Americans have learned but little. But here are cm few incidents that. occurred recently on the golf course at Sandwich Bay, England, that give a little light on what sort of man he is. The Prince was walking down a sandy gully dur- ? Sing one of his games, Playfully he swung his club, “taking an imaginary shot at a tuft of grass and mothered one of his caddies with sand. There was ‘a general laugh at the boy’s sputtering discom- e, but the Prince came to his rescue. “Sorry,” said His Highness, seriously, ; “tT dy play badly, I'm not bad-tempered over it, 1” “No, you certainly aie not, sir,” the caddy replied, President and Publisher Subscription Rates P: Ie Daity Ste erip| ion ayable in Advance Paily by mail, per year, (in B: Fifth Ave. Bldg. vept perhaps mar- he alternative for s gets out of the environment is always re- She worked in the mills at Lawrence, She paid $250 for a She believed him, 2 lad to brush the sand from his clothes. in the game, after a few shots that were em- atically dubby, the Prince turned to his caddy and THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE out of his difficulty, and quieting the laughter as suddenly as it began. His remark after his bad shots reveals a yearning to be liked and admired, even though his shortcom- ings might be such that would cause most caddies to cup their hands over a broad smirk. But he passed probably the most human remark of | all, after his first ball all but struck the pin on the | NU SRT ALL fourteenth hole: | OVER AGAIN } | “Where are the photographers now?” ee ahs PeetrY Soon postoffice at The Mosquito Auto j “Pa, can I have the mosquito tonight? date!” Soon will this eventide call reverberate in the great American home, according to the auto makers | about to launch a traffie-size car with 90-| i ' Gotta | who at inch wheelbase, known as “the mosquito style.” Problems of traffic have made the baby car nec- essary, they explain, 4 Mosquitos can dart through intricate mazes, but | mastodons and behemoths ate:merely blocks in the With the admission of a traffic problem huge! enough to warrant the death knell of the standard cars and the birth of this new species, it is not pre- posterous to prophesy a future age entirely auto- less. It is only the old truism that a conveniene an inconvenienee. . Many of us know hordes of peo- (a ple who, owning several cars, prefer to ride the| | | makes | girls, most- seems there street cars, in peace, letting somebody else de the | dirty work, : ourselves may be among that host who pre- fer to have the peaceful and distinctive pleasure of tarrying at home in the joy of the quictude on Sun- days and holidays whilst the rest of the world keeps up the week’s nerve-strain of honking and crawling and breathing dust. th Ruskin it was who invei age of too much iron and steel and prophesied the doom of too much and many engines, 1, until they machine. The story hen she was ent to night Sympathy is best taken in very small doses. 5 [~~ Editorial Comment || They Shall Not Marry (St. Paul Dispateh) A mighty debate is rocking the academies. At Northwestern university students who get married on their own initiative get themselves expelled. “We r to Boston. At sixtcen en, Nighteen Beach. She During the ry 4 maine on sition that each case must be judged on its merits. | you going to dg now? k It is there thought at least conceivable that two ben- | ask you ‘to do?” eficiaries of higher education might be properly al- HOE lowed to decide for themselves whether or not they should be married. It is all very interesting and nu doubt important. But without presuming to venture an opinion, one may express a doubt whether any number of stern stands on the part of their intellec- tual guardians will prevent those from marrying whe want to. . a Plant By the Moon (Dearborn Independent) Grandad refused. to plant potatoes until the moon was just right. Said they wouldn’t “do well.” Re- fused to listen to the modern view that it was all superstition, Now science comes to the fore with the announce- ment that grandad was right. It seems that scien- tists now understand the nature of moonlight in connection with plant growth and are able to dupli- cate in the laboratory the effects of moonlight. Moonlight is reflected sunlight but differs from sun- light in that it is polarized light, that is, light waves which vibrate in one direction, whereas ordinary light waves vibrate in all directions. It has been found that certain plant growth is increased by polarized light. So grandad was justified in merely getting the ground ready for planting and then going fishing until the moon came his way in the proper quarter. In ancient times, when human life depended largely on the success or failure of crops, much attention was given to the time it was planted and compari- sons made. The originators of the moon-phase idea knew by experience that in certain quarters of the “i us ‘ moon they were sure of a bumper crop. They knew |Sometimes put them vi the effect but not the cause. Even the early Serip- | Finder, Picase return at one ture speaks of “the precious things brought forth by Mrs Bunby. es the sun, and the precious things put forth by the ]1 jad them on,” mind. T found moon.” Biblical commentators have not known how| The next one read: to deal with the passage. Along comes science, and|, “ost My balance! both Scripture and grandad can say, “I told you so.” is own terms. What radle up my singing lessons aga do you advise me to do ab Judy?” “What good is my advice, dear? You have alre don’t want my adv You confirmation, and honestly, I know what to tell you.” I said this, for in my I knew I had encountered a question than I could anyone other than myself. dividual must decide and qo in spite of any and all adVice She It was) her ick, and five and the crow and the barred man, to deliver his papers. well as all the little fairy s ecived a copy of the Gazette.” this is the “Lost—One head, Coon lost the head off his ve cane on Friday, An please return it at once if not That is—if you find it¥ The next one sai county, In- n December, ‘but they aren't not in. my work And ket,” or ken her boy He had Three She Once I bumped my nose, skinned my knee, and once my head! I'm ail bunged u Enforced Voting (Chicago Tribune) nn ane, Official returns from the Australian elections of |gp” ‘ last November are now available. It was the first) The next one read: election under the law which makes voting compul- stile on Mone sarod perfect sory and penalizes non-voters. Ninety-one per cent | shadow. of the electorate went to the polls, a larger propor- | Whiff. tion than ever before took part in an Australian |" « election. The best previous mark was in 1917, when 77 per cent of the electorate voted. By 1922 the per- centage dropped ¢o 57. The Australians call the law a success. They are holding it up as a model for the rest of the world, particularly to this country where scarcely half the eligible voters trouble to cast ballots even in nation- al elections. Still, we do not believe this country necd be in any hurry to adopt the Australian system. The Australians appear confident that the law will continue to, prove as effective in future as it has in its first trial. It may, but experience with pro- I'm tired of being the murder, had only pay ax far money nothing. Whiffet.” ‘That was all the but everybody in there we! things. ional colleg- 1 don’t know who found th one did for when I was tal between the plowed rows of th see if the seeds were planted. heard of him falling since. And of course poor, dear until the rebellion against it. became widespread. The Australians may have the same experience with enforced voting as we have had with enforced modi- fication of appetite. If any considerable number ot Australians decide that the law is an ass, the task of enforcing it will become qn impossible one. All this is aside from the’main issue. One elec- toral system is more successful than another if it consistently puts better men in office. There is no evidence as yet available on that point from Aus- tralia and there is small reason to expert much im- provement by the enforced addition to the electorate of thousands of voters who hitherto have taken their duties of citizenship so lightly that they refused to go to the polls. More numbers add nothing. Woman oe The thi ‘that fet's shadow. Whiffet sat on a log Scratcher’s grape-vine as he helped on that people brought in. ft stile. Some were too short and so And not one of them had as a very 3 ia rgon. . . rove », We need mo: ters} “Oh, dear!” 4 Ora tna pap oder rr fa prea oe or ame OP Rae ee cece orate sympe' ' , “ ‘ own answer extra wouldn't do anybody any good, so book, or in the sugar-bowl wher je “attic with Pa and Me agai did he He said he wanted] : me to go back to New York and take What} out it, Mamie decided. You want don’t! soul bigger for It one of those questions that each in- decide Nick and Nancy and the Whiffet owl all helped Pen Scratcher, the newspaper Everyone in Out-of-Door Land as Hollow Log ‘And these are the advertisements they read for all the lost things. Mister Ringtail ry be head sooner. “Lost—I've mislaid my glasses. 1 usually put them on the mantetpi they in stake. Reward. l them. hem. | times last week I fell when I was jumping. | once I I hurt p. Ma says I must have lost my balance. | Finder please return it to Scramble bunged nd the ly good to the name of enough ar as ‘pockets.’ They threw in the extra word for advertisements |\ Out-of- Door Land and all the fairy suburbs, started at once to look for the lost e head ‘to Mister Coon’s best cane, but some- king w walk on Thursday he was walking ie corn- field and sticking ‘his cane into the soft ground every here and there to ‘As for the squirrel boy's balance - cee in this country offers a suggestive parallel. | nee fork jem Cpe ng ane Prohibition was fairly effective for a few months |I guess he found it, for I haven't Madam Bunny never lost her glasses at all! } kept everybody | ‘busy for miles around.was the Whif- Nancy and Nick and the poor little outsid le’ Ren office ind you'd be surprised how busy they were looking over this shadow and it mot one of them was the Whif- tet’s shadow that he lost crossing the me too ‘tall, some too fat and some too thin. ‘ kets or ‘a necktie. You see a Whiffet shadow ial kind of shadow. as a@ Whiffet is a very special kind of fellow. ind live is Bird Plays No Favorites Wa i Ril to the r per ng than the o T did not know, thing I I that i an I felt my Putting “Come on, I don’t belie draw all dark.” time,” (Copyright, 1926, NEA His seed shall be president. | tae iF , = Washington-——There table tapping at the dini. WN WAY had to give ter value than elf? Is biguer who accomplishe: did know, however, as inexpressibly tired Mamic’s face T and weary as Let's go to I this city there are two girls who have had such an iz almost fell upon us. It] 3 e had begn “awakened and had come down to the ting room and had listened. just got the last of the conversation. She had heard enough to know that daughter had again met I don’t need a shadow there for it’s “Poor Whiffet!” said Nancy. sure you'll find your shadow some (To Be Continued.) Ee REESE TREE ae a ee | A THOUGHT ee be mighty -| earth; the generation of the shall ‘be blessed.—Pealm 112:2 Sir, 1 would rather be right than Henry Clay. Pi a Se ah LASHES OF LIFE ! tle -sit- he had Buddy way and started to harangue in life is the hters, the fi utes before. "You get out of the house, Dean, immediately. “I'l not ped. ter. jother, mother,” Judy nearly murdered today.” rtue. “rm made another denial. ing the ear phones. advises the use of loud speakers, Leningrad-Serious fissures have de- veloped in the great granite mono- lithic colums of the cathedral of St. Is Built upon submerged wooden | piles, the edifice which cost $15,000,- of Shoring 00 is steadily sinking, has been nol} work, in progress for 50 yes White House | discontinued by the Bolsheviki. during the Coolidge administrati | A charge that there had been seances was made before a house committee | w hearing by an investigator for Hou- who carried some radium Very dramatically she barred our especially me, with all the venom of| a virtuous Irish woman whose one chastity of her She Jaid all the blame upon me for this interview with Buddy, although it I had heard of it was when ad told me of it about twen- Julia have the likes of you talking to my daugh- remonstrated ie. “You mustn't say that. You can’t turn her out this time of night. has done nothing except get (Copyright, 1926, NEA Service, Inc.) Vien A Woman's Great White House New York—Dr. Winifred Sackville Stoner is going on the stage because ‘WEDNESDAY, MAY 19, 1926 THE STORY THUS FAR afraid Rd leave you ‘here alone any * s, é 9 donger.” Beautiful Sandy McNeil its her They stared at each other, despair- cousin, Judith Moore, a stenographer, in San Francisco, and tells of her| ingly, They ee elle! pod n her—to Ben| Mei engagement—forced u in — ' ith| o'clock and the wind slapped wetly Murillo, a wealthy Italian. Judith Seainst their faces. A slapE ren, and Douglas Keith, a student, are sweethearts. Sandy, spied upon by her sister when she meets Tinrmy, a boyhood admirer, in the romantic Spanish garden of their Santa Bar- bara home, is censured by her moth- Sp, Sandy dager grerhenrs her uncle’/dumbbells would have turned to see i j if we were follgwing. We might nme enue ot the, 078 ot INS | have crashed ovetve bask end been Sandy.” bi left there to rot.’ Timmy turned the collar of his NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY | coat: "I hope you're not very cold, Chapt: er 3 “I'm freezing! Can't you force She swam with long, lazy strokes,| that door open. Lets take ourselves her vivid hair gleaming like a crown.| out of this deluge!” At last she made for the shore,|,_ They went forlornly to the cottage. coming out: of the water ‘ilowly.| The rusty lock gave under Timmy's Drops sparkled in her eyes and on|furioys push. m the red, laughing mouth, “I feel like a dog, Sandy.” , “You're not quitting, Sandy?” She was so completely unstrung “Oh, I've got to! I've got to.” She;that she laughed: ‘They’ have me held her chin upward, taking deep,| broken on the wheel for this. Can’t luxurious breaths. The young man’s| You just feature my father sitting heart thumped, looking at that long|@t the Murillo table with a starched white throat and the dark, taunting|gtin on his face, saying to sister eyes. What a knockout she was! jeatrice: “I cant. imagine what is “Bat you'll make a ‘sneak for the|delaying the child. They mast have picnic Sunday? Not much time left|}had a puncture; and (to ‘himself, for us to love, Sandy darling . . ."|‘The vixen! I'd like to break every “Always time for that, sweet|bone Rid her body!’” , Timmy stooped down ai hearth ir skin tingled, it was so] where embers glowed raked young and clean. Sandy liked the|them up, piled on old nei ‘snap of his blue eyes and the dimple] Sandy walked up and in the middle of his chin, great, bare room. The wallsSworc With a high hearted serenity she| covered with guns and deer horns. refused to think of a day when all} There was a bear rug on the floor this joyous adventuring would end.J@nd @ dilapidated couch in front of She drifted along, fencing with her|“he ‘fireplace. The glass was rents, taking her courtship light-|roken in one of the windows. The 3 turning on her heel when her| Wind rushed through this. It made isters frowned or advised. the guns rattle. Now she ‘wondered “if she loved}) “I suppose to be detent, we'll have .~-Bho..wished with a little}to sit up all night, Timmy. rd, dart of self-pity that it -was-he-in-}J'm tired! Do ‘yeu hear that tree stead of Murillo they wanted her to| beating agsinst-thé-windaw 2?” marry; wished it was Timmy whose}, It sheer nervods exhaustion-she ete would restore the MeNeils|!ay down on the couch; closed her to-@ase and ‘prominence, eyes. It seemed that sho had slept Of course, she wanted to make] but a moment. She jumped to her ithings pleasant for her mother—| feet, her heart beating wildly. paint the old heusc, put new car-| “What was that, pets on the stairs. She wasn’t mar-|did you hear ‘that! rying for any such reason, yet all| He was sitting on the floor. his these” trifling matters. had” their|arms folded on his knees, his head weight. Mrs. 1M was a perfect-| Testing. He looked up wearily. “It’s ly healthy t she would] only thunder. Sandy—it’s been go- say with) a turned | ing like that for the last two hours.” Sandy's heart insi “Two hours!” say: “I haven't much longer for} “Yes—It's 1 o’clock....” this carth. Td like little peace|. She felt blanched—weary and ach- and quiet in the few. remiaining|ing. She went over to the window, years of my life.” Then Sandy|Peered into the darkness. The trees would cease quarreling with a sis-|were bowing to the ground, rearing ter or remain home to do the sup-|themselves backward like distrayght per dishes or whatever it might be|tthings in some ‘fearful, clemental ‘that had induced her mother's mel-|i@fony. Lightning flashed. It ancholy. mined the ‘ fitful glare In the back of her mind there was|Tadiance. always a blithe confidence that all| Sandy, shivere would be well. She would come out) h, if I'd only on top. Something would happen to| there. end her confused uncertainty. m It did—a small thing. An, older ‘girl wouldn’t have been intimidated. But Sandy was stripped. | In, a, piti- ful way the young, brazen defiance snatched from her—all the bonny bluff gone. | It “happened on Sunday when andy made a sneak to go on the e with Timmy. There were just four of them. Deep in the Santa Barbara hills they knew of a shack ° where they colld cook steaks and,, She was crying now. He kept say- ing: “Listen, Sandy—oh, don't— Lord, don't ery like that—* They clung together, being both so miserable. In ‘the noise of the storm—they They stood there in arm falling. “As for me, I might as well get j Pneumonia and die,” Bane offered cheerfully. “I’m Queen Alibi of the ut I’ never get by with Wouldn't you think those room with a yellow, blanched, unearthly Ten’ left that damn purse Lf we'd pnly managed to them hear!” She gave a short, ng sound, meaning it for a “I should care! I suppose we could stop the rain! But suddenly she pressed her face against the window. .. -hiding it with her hand. , Oh, gee,” Timmy mumbled, _put- ting his arm about her. “Don’t do tant, Sandy! 1 wiah 1 could do some- ing. Don't be so broken E We couldn't help it!” reibes coffee. They left quite carly in the morning, because Sandy must be back in time for an 8 o'clock dinner with the Murillo family. A balmy day in the middle’ of pril, There were- poppies and pur- ple flag lillies splashed about, the she thinks the theatre is the best means of effecting reform. Her play “@|will have the theme that marriage || proposals should be made by women. London—-Many persons are suffer- ing from radio deafness because they listen in many hours without remov- An ear specialist rs, was ; -querel,|tried to start it, He fooled with it,|Utday, May 22, There was turbulent dissent at| pocket until it burned his chest, HELLO, EveRerT i! CISTENING To They thought it was but another flash of lightning... .thought it was he wind banging at the door. uddenly Timmy's arms stiffencd. He whispered: ‘Ye Gods!” Sandy's father standing on the threshold, a flashlight in his hands. Peering over his shoulder, horrified look on her face, urillo’s sister. (Continued.) fields. They talked, they read to each other, they feasted ughed. At’6 o'clock the light soft. ened rapidly into dusk. “Ah,” said Sandy, reaching up her hands that Timmy might draw her to her feet, “That such bliss ends! I've cheated enough for one day.” The other couple. were climbing: into their roadster: “We'll race you back,” they called out. ~» _ Sandy was just seated in Timmy’s little car when she remembered ¢ ¢ | areas y come amy 04, gurse with # cold! MANDAN NEWS | had given her in its pocket. It was |@-———————_____g State’s Attorney C. F. Kelsch and onthe bench down by the grill. She sent Timmy for it. Judge J. E-Campbell of Mandan and He came back, ‘breathless, “Geo,|Simon Pederson of Leith, ND. will they've got a start on us! We'll|be the principal speakers at-the old have to put on all kinds of speed.”| Settlers’ reunion of Morton and Grant He started the car—rather he | Counties to be held al Almont on Sele neing throughout lnekdng: up. gusced: e afternoon and evening will ‘he battery can’t be gown!” featured and a theatris company But that was it, They honked| Will present shows in the evening. madly. The other machine was out|/John E. Olin, Sims, who sponsored ‘of sight and hearing. the reunion, has received assurance cd ta SN from scores ‘that they will be in at- Then Timmy tried to push, the|‘ndance. Perfecting a permancnt car. They, were on a deadly level] °rganization of old scttlers will be stretch. He wiped the perspiration | Part of the pro; from his forehead, mumbling: “T'm no’ inished.. Sandy—don't get alarmed— i Set| Mr. and Mrs, Roy Herrington of Cen- le kept ion for half an hour.|te?, and Herbert Buttschau of Man. Then Sandy said woefully: “What|4&" were married Monday noon at the in the ane are we to do! It looks poey a Bene arene, The cere- as thou it’s going to pour cats witnesses about 3 and dogs. We'll neve get home! |Sucsts. many of them fram Mandan They'll have fifty-nine eleven’ fits|*24_ Bismarck. Roscbe Herringiom, byabe daeiariyeor brother of the bride, and Miss Irene _ “I can just see my mother stand, | Custer, Bismarck, were the attend. ing at the window—the iniured look|S?ts.. Mr. and Mrs. Buttschau left she'll have! The way she'll say:|Monday night for a month’s wedding ‘You care a great deal for your|‘fP on the Pacific coast. family, 'm sure. The one‘day we “Surely. the ft Edith Herrington, daughter of ee —— Delicate instruments ha in- vented which gnable an eye to steer safely to i int i thickest 108. @ given point in the Flapper Fanny Says: expect dignity from you, you leave half an hour earlier and save us all this anxiety—’ “You've it. to do something, The shack where—they had pic- nicked was on ‘a side rosd. No ma: chines passed. It was four miles to Sandy. T'llhave.to walk there and i phone them we're stalled...” i “That means yon won’t get back]! } can't—we just can't do that...” || >There was nothing else to do,|' Sandy crouched in the car, hunch- her fingers childishly in her cars to stop the imagined voice: she could too well hear. mana woul be ee dae opt Ba big watch, “0 ing || & Poa pening it, champing "Il wait no longer—the hi frost, us like this! mony te circle. | wine ‘blew down fom tae ‘Mout \ Finally Timm _, eurmed. Th jinn, was alarmed. diay aa i o'clock, There's not anothe: 5 in God )knows many iiss tf gemaned all over jooking for a glace couldn’t be on time. You couldn't Timmy, or I’m ruined for life.” @ garage, “It’s the only’ thing I can do.|} here till 8 o’clock,, Timmy. ° We ing her knees to her chin. She put} | Now it was 7 ang now 17:30. © Her} } ner. it was 8 He would say: together in a vast, Moment she looked at “The damn (garage~ close: at 6 e—— ja we