The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, July 30, 1926, Page 4

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DETROIT i Kresge Bldg. ~ PAYNB, BURNS AND SMITH NEWYORK - - - Fifth Ave. Bidg. 6 EN re EET Reet eee odometer Dea * (Official City, State and County Newspaper) G. Who Won the War? -General Umberto Nobile and Lincoln Ellsworth, dunk with public admiration, are fighting for the credit for bringing the dirigible Norge safely across the North Pole. F lisworth was just a passe! tire flight I acted | ag captain, giving orders to everybody, controlling ; what everybody was doing. . . . r several hours, in the most dangerous moments, [ felt it my personal duty tu handle the controls when it| would have been too dangerous to leave them to| those not familiar with the maneuvering of the) airship. | “Without me, the expedition would not have been essful,” Says Lincoln Ellsworth: “I doubt if he (Nobile) even understands navigation. - It would be egtremely unfair to Riiser-Larsen, who navigated the entire flight ac: the Polar sea, and to Horgan ahd Wisting, who operated the controls, not to give; credit where credit is due. - During the en-! tire flight 1 stood in the navigating cabin. . . .| To the best of my knowledge, General Ne 's only | part=in the navigation consisted of relieving the wheel man for three short periods.” When the World War ended, soldiers, sailors and marines clapped eath other on the back and re- joiced in the glory of mutual accomplishment. Th came the age-old argument, “Who won the war When the Norge landed at Teller, Alaska, Nobile and Ellswerth clasped hands, expressed fine, altru- istic sentiments. Now, spurred by jealousy, they submerge the importance of their success in a fight over “Who did the navigating?” What we want to know ship’s cat?” “Who fed the is: Peter Pan, Mr, Drew! After all these years, it was announced the other day that John Drew, dean of Thespians, was about to doff the sock and buskin» and walk from the stage for the last time, Such a pronouncement did not seem unreasonable, in view of Drew's age, which is 73, and great re- Sret was expressed in the minds of all who knew him or had seen him. : But it seems the report of My. Drew's theatrical demise was greatly exaggerated. he news brought from the great actor a sturdy denial that he in- tended to retire from public life, that he would tread the boards just as long as‘ his legs would hold up under him, and that he expected they would hold up for quite a while yet. Drew is an actor of the old school. He is a good actor. He is cleverer at 73 than plenty of others we have seen who were forty years younger. We are glad to know that he will carry right on. It is understood that he is looking around now for a play to bring to Broadway this fall. Mr. Drew, respect- fully, we suggest Peter Pan! They Still Are Brothers They tried the Scott brothers, Russell and Robert, in Chicago for the murder of a drug store clerk during a robbery. At first Robert Scott pleaded guilty, then he fought the cas 1, in open court, denied that he had fired the shet that. killed the:man. ; Russell Scott was tried. He was sentenced to be fratiged. Robert Scott, following his denial andj il, was sentenced to life imprisonment. With sentence pronounced, Robert the other day is- sued a statement saying that it was he, after all, who had fired the fatal shot. #Rtussell, thus, under sentence to hang, ix thrown | upon executive clemency. Under such circum. f es just what is a governor supposed to dv? fhe man who says he is guilty of the murder ix umder life sentence; his brother, whom his state- | ppt exonerates, is doomed to hang. "BBicse Scott boys are not a bit like Cain and Abel. | E} Iron, a Civilizing Influence r more than two years Kansas City judges, heen sending drunken drivers to the munici- mal farm where they serve their sentences in chains. | ey serve once, and they don’t come back, ac- ling to J. J. O'Rourke, superintendent of the One lesson is enough. They all tell O’Rourke | they have-made that mistake for the last time. the form of pPaatles. is a great civil- : ed influence. : Junior Scouts is a movement, rapidly gaining ground, | should receive the support of all those in-| ited In Boy Scouting. It is the creation of a; Scout organization to take in boys from old to 12 years, the latter being the age ch-they may become members of the real e Scout o 2 Strides are being taken sin support for this Junior Scout movement and careful consideration, in’ the work for the creation of: this of scouting, in younger ‘boys, the boy is which ‘seout- ing imparts to its followers, the better. But the ironclad regulations have made it impossible to begin this training before the age of 12 years, The supporters of the junior scout movement argue that if a boy could join a junior organization of scouts four years sooner, at the age of eight, he could be inculcated with the aims and ideals of the scout work at an age where he would be so impression- able that the lesson could never be forgotten. The groundwork for more efficient work in the senior organization would be laid and conditions gener- ally improved. x Any agency that will extend the influence of the Boy Scout movement will be of value. The Boy Scout movement is one of the it thoroughly con- structive efforts toward the building of better cit- izenship that has ever been devised. There can be no valid objections to the extension of its effort. Scouts make good citizens and if every boy were a scout we would need to worry little about the future of our country. Marine Matrimony Somebody, for no apparent reason, challenges the legality of marriage ceremonies performed on shipboard, and another time-honored custom of the sea is about to walk the plank, Ocean voyages once lasted as long as six months, and if a couple of passengers fell in love with each other, what would be more fitting thair that they be married by the captain of the boat? Voyages may he shorter now, but the principle is the same, The captain re a ceremony, makes records in the ship’s log and the pair, by common law, are legally wed. ‘The captain, of necessity, has ‘ruled his little world with numberless pow But it won't be long now untill somebody questions his, right ,to read the burial service, before committing the dead to the waves. ' “Chaw Beef!” A young woman éame in an automobile to Brad- ley Beach, New York, went out on the sand, re-/ moved a dress that covered her two-piece bathing suit, and plunged into the surf. The three city commissioners, hearing of the incident, assembled in solemn conference, expressed shocked disapproval, and prohibited the practice. Bathers hereafter must patronize the bathhouses. Anyone who would disapprove of that kind of un- dressing on a beach must be rather morbidly sen- But we approve of the commissioners’ act. first place: The bathhouse concessionaires are trying to get rich and should be helped along. Second: It would be bad to have our beaches strewn with clothes. For it is such things that small boys tie in water-soaked knots. . ] / No Oe ' A BAD ADVISER . As we tried to bring her to there was a noise inthe hall and in strode Jem Smith. At the sight Joa and me in there with Lela so still white on he altel he turned almost shouted in a rough voice: ot rou killed her with your demands, Meredith! Well, let ine tell you it will do you no go can carry on for her. “1 know that) you and Barry were at that road house, and I have the name on that register ntyself.” . luoked at Lela quickly. Wes it possible that Providence had her die and left us in the hands of this bounder? To my relief and Cag ag her eyes flew open With he had rd the voice of the master of Th cle, the voice that she feare: voice that made her dance whether she wished to or not. “What is it, Mr. Smith?” she asked, before her lest lids drooped agei id shut out all expression in her fa Although her voice was hardly above a whisper, the man heard he He rushed over rd the bed, “Don’t you believe, what these dames have been telling you. They have probably been giving you some applesauce trying to make you think they are your friends. But. 1 know all about them. They came to my place for your address. I told them that I didn’t have it. 1 wanted to get to you first, for I wanted to tell let] ¢; you that I was your-friend. 1 wanted to-make you understand that they were trying to you. Don’t have gal to do wh them. Barry ‘cat out of the section, Til irry cul ut - of ie re make them Til make keep both of us ou it then that I pushed forward, for I understood that if Lela gave Jem Smith that paper he would bleed Joan all her life. “Don't give it to him, Mrs. Corn- wall, Joan has‘ been telling you the th. PI he two people together What has Jem Smith Vet you. You told us not a min- 0 that you were ashamed that id Lelia be Joan, y' un that poor Barry's death was your unishment. Let us be your friends, irs. Cornwall. “Yes, Lela, please let me be your friend and I promise you baby shall never want for ia jag said Ji ait aia me the paper or you will wish you hadn't had, for these young ‘women won't do anything for you.’ wall raised her cyes slowly and looked straight into Jem’s faco and said, “I can' to you because I hi _ TOMORROW: Joan Finds Herself. out of ute last year—? Remember the bundle T took for you?” “Ye gods! 1 forgot about that— e I did—” hardly search all_the little laundries in the city. could hardly expect & little one horse «| joint on Fillmore street to go over BY ELENORE MEHERIN “SANDY” THE STORY SO FAR Sandy MeNeil, in love marries Ben Murillo, a rich Italian, to please her impoverished family. Tyr-| ten Ri anny by Murillo and frequent quar- rels follow. A son dies at birt Bob MeN her uncle, aids in for Sandy and her mother to take a trip letter “K.” amon— ing and the eyes. | Editorial Comment —_—| Pay As You Dwell (Minneapolis Journal) That home ownership makes for better citizen- ship, there is no gainsaying. That happiness in the home, comfortable and hygienic living, is fully as important to the nation- al welfare as industrial progress, was a point that Secretary Hoover made in his talk Tuesday to twu thousand delegates assembled in Minneapolis for the national convention of the United States League of Local Building and Loan As tions, The right kind of home life is frequently pos- sible, of course, under a rented roof. But not so readily possible, so invitingly possible, as under a roof that may be called their own by those whom it shelters. Time was, and not so many decades ago, when only the so-called “well-to-do” among young and middle-aged city dwelling husbands and wives could own the houses in which they reared their families. If, toward the close of a life\of hara/ work and years of rent-paying, such a couple had gathered together enough to purchase a modest domicile for old age, they were doing well. But times have changed. Any family that earns a little more than it spends can now enjoy the advantages of home ownership, Just as automo- bile owners “pay while they drive,” so do dwelling owners “pay while they dwell.” The young work- ingman and his wife now start housekeeping under their own vine and fig tree. And who pioneered the way to this desirable state? The building and loan associations, whose delegates have come to Minneapolis for their 1926 convention. Formed to bring the small lender and the small real estate borrower into contact, the early building and loan associations, forty or fifty yea ico, were the first to sce the possibility of substituting smal] time payments} for rent. So today, if solid miles of attraetive and desirable bungalows have replaced the endless rows of bleak, all-of-a-pattern houses formerly rented to working folk, we can thank chiefly the building and loan associations. They showed the way. Poor Policy (St. Paul Daily News) ‘The Interborough Rapid Transit Co, of New York has just won a strike against 700 of its motormen. It was a comparatively easy triumph, as they | represented only five per cent of the company’s} ey employes, but at that it was triumph enough. The company has suffered, however, and is bring- ing suit against these motormen, especially their leaders, to recover the $289,000 it claims to have lost. The company’s chief counsel, beasting that he sent 720 men to jail in a previous strike, says: that | this time he is going to give them “a Jittle variet; He is going to take the strikers’ property away from them, he says, in a fashion that “will set some precedents,” a small farm from one man, a small bank account from another, @ small business in- vestment from ‘still another. Whether this is good law, it is mighty poor policy. It suggests the fnean streak that sometimes goes with power and that would have played a much bigger part in the business affairs of this country if it had not been for organized labor. Of more immediate concern, the strike does not look so completely beaten as it did before this sult was brought and these threats were made. Multitudes of people who thought the motormen did a foolhardy thing when they walked out and who felt indifferent, if not antagonistic toward them, have been converted to a different view by the petty harshness, ‘ to Honolulu. There she meets Ramon Worth, who saves her life in the sugt.|_ For On the same steamer home he declafes| in an abnormal tension. his love. Murillo says he will never release her. Judith Moore, a cou: sin, tells Sandy love is everythi, rillo overtakes her as she goes a tryst with Ramon. She leaves i house and accepts the kindly atten- tion ~of mon, whose home shares. When her mother dies, she leaves Ramon and goes to live with her cousin, Judith. Douglas Keith, the man whom Judith loves, intro- duces his friend, Hal Hume, to Judith. He, himsctf, fatts in love with Sandy, who feciprocates his affection. This leaves Judith heartbroken. Sandy determines to leave Judith. Then she meets Ramon Worth who has. return- ed from the Orient, and she tells Douglas of his return. They plan to run away together, although Judith pleads with Douglas not to do thi mon Worth shoots Sandy and kitls himself in ‘his office. Douglas and Judith read that the police have found a clue to the mystery and are going to follow it up. Meanwhile they arc taking care of Sandy at Hal Hume's artment, GO ON WITH THE STORY Chapter 97. ® The paragraph ‘was printed in black- face, It. leaped from the columa, Five days of harrowing suspense.| K Now this! mG oan out ropy a nickel in the newsboy's Lee rolded the paper] five days. N quickly, got into his car. connect him with, it He drove to Van Ness—out to the] that handkerchief and Yacht Harbor. Four o'clock. Friday| mark. But. that laund: afternoon, je parked here; pulled| stamned in New York. Ei out the 7 handkerchiefs go out. “Police Declare Worth Murdered.” In ‘type @ fraction of an inch smaller: “Mystery woman and com- panion sought.” There followed a gripping account; of the evidence gathered in Ramon's home, The account was plaaher all over the front page. The letter -frag- ment was photographed. Ramon’s heavy xeript had penned the despond- ing megsage: would make an old man of him. so difficult he found them. 4; top! day night at a quarter of eleyen. vsaw you!” connect up his absence. of thi the postponement of th Ramon's death. sudden! She ion he ‘had given. begin expli suddenly inued depression, con! solicitude put him on. guard in her presence. sat at the table. his temples. He would stand before shaving. He would mutter self: “Ye gods! Oh, ye gods: his checks because they h and haggard Jooking: But em suspected -nothing. -kill her if anything got out mark clear across the continen' with it. On Wednesday, Judith “I have lost you. from And thi your face is now his. “You tell me you have nothing for! me, 1, that ask only the joy of looking at you; only to talk with you and ‘hear your voice—you tell me I must go away. You have noth- ing for me...nothing for anyone! “But for him? Ah, God! 1 saw your hands reach out and cling to is, Saturday night, unseen, I saw you--saw you holding him for whi easily imagined words of tendernes: “And I remember a night when you stood against the cypress tree, ‘that hhair of yours with the moonlight streaming on it, brighter than a ‘crow: Jour angel's face sedking mine—all your love dewy in your You have turned) white wonder of ne Lone HAS He “I've lived a year dreaming of- this UA INGE: moment—a year yearning for its re- turn, I come. And you tell me I must go awa, £ that you may be free ‘By the Lord God, you’ can ask this! By the Lord God, do you think "ll grant it a All evidence, so the account stated, now strongly ‘pointed to murder with jealousy over a woman as the cause. “Who is this woman? Who i: ‘the other man? Will stained handkerchief initiated identify him? Were they both or only one of them in Worth’s office night of the fatal shooting? ‘Which was SL ae Ad Who carried here js she hid- Further search of the deceased's quarters was expected to yield an- es “fs to all these @ tens. Pie ‘was row clear mon Worth shot himself or was shot because of 8 woman. The room where he spent his last hours was eloquent of his despondence. s and pages had ‘been written and these torn: to| frensied ‘bits. The one extract told the story. New clues were hourly expected. Here ae s photograph of Bacon’ . et Sandy's ame! 5 No allusion to himself except in the No photograph of her ~—no scrap of a letter she had writ- He folded the paper, his jaw shak- tears rushing to his Another week and this suspense ve days he had-gone about an His eyes might have been weighted with iron, it to raise| He expected momentarily .to have | someohe—even a passerby on the Street halt him with ah accusing: “s You're the fellow who went amon Worth’s office last Mon- | 1 He even expected his- mother to! P| face was. become suspicious of the Might 0 wonder at his Her guileless He ‘became almost hysterically talkative r ‘He laughed with| extraordinary merriment now as they And when he caught her eyes, he| was conscious of heat rushing ‘up to| his: mirror him- And were dear bout it— He went back carefully over these in the world who'd nothing but! its laundry was never ‘let hi . Surely they couldn't trace a laundry mark id no one would connect Senay! =e HAD A. LESSON “SA SHIS LiFe. gone for her suitcases. In Judith’s composed way she had paid Sandy’: bill—removed every trace of Sandy belongings. How Douglas had felt his heart | stagger seeing Jude come down the | Ulock with the two heavy cases. Jude wouldn’t let him drive to the door. Couldn’t tel!—-someone ight take the number of the automobile. The whole three of them were ridiculously careful—imagining the whole world turned suspicious of a young boy named Douglas Keith—and a girl named Sandy. Every day Judith came up to him and put her arm across his shoulder ng in that winning voice of her: w, don’t worry, Doug. Douglas, you couldn’t help it. And most likely Sandy couldn’t have done a thing to alter it. die—they will. It surely will.” He would go and see them now. He left his machine three blocks from the flat where Hal lived. He went through a lot and in the back way. hen It will soon blow over. Judith. heard him. She came out with her hands extended, her plain face looking beautiful ‘to. him.” He’ didn't know why—didn’t know what that cine oho eh in Judith's, 'y good to sec. But immedi: Sudith's eyes filled her dips quie ‘What is it, Dow Something come out?” “How is Sandy? “Tell quick, Doug! getting along. But she knows—she remembers everything now. She re- embers sceing something big and lack lying on the .floo’ c knows Ramon is dead. She's crushed it—poor little kid—she thinks could ‘have stopped it. have. stopped him. ‘her. She's, come he je might 1 can't soothe only © quiet’ when you No 3 ie knew the effort Judith made to say that last sentence— . . r rin his pocket— held him while she read it. Judith was overbornt.’ She turned her back. Her voice had a queer,. hollow ring: “[ wonder” how thoroughly they'd Bearch at the time this edition went You ought to tell. She saw the 1c to have more weare people into Jude—does it look bad to you?— “That handkerchief..you have it laundered when Em was away they’ve got. onfeasing. Why iE EVERETT TRUE | BY CONDO <2 BY THE WAY, EVERETT, (oy MUST Coma UP TO THR House SOME EVENING: AND |. Ga LISTEN TO MY YOUNGSTER PLAY, THE PIANO. On, HE'S NB HE PLAYS ENTIRELY BY. BAR NO, THANKS, BREWSTER —— IT’S A CINCH M' BARS WON'T BS oF HELP Sf Wy {utig Wilh Mas Ih people want to! Sandy is . know, Doug?” ‘olice often keep things back-end | they often pretend | you ‘ didn’t} Hine like an agony J all their marks for a year back. Oh, silly to get excited—” shrugged—she came over and put her arm chummily sbout his shoul- der. “Doug, ole darling, don't be so sad—or you won't be my bonny lad much longer—" “Gee, Jude. ing....1 coul ‘trace me now. laundry. if. We “It won't come out, Doug—I have ‘a premonition...and you know I al ways had a sixth sense, didn’t I? Go*in now and say all the dear, sweet! things you . Jet on theré’s word about it.... “Next year we'll have nothing but! an ache because some one died so “Jude—Lord, you understand every- thing—even him—funny I ‘only sce the harm he did to her. ‘Now she won't get over it. - .“Ah yes, sists ‘with you she can get over it. Never fear. He went softly down the hall Then Judith stele into the pantry. ‘She put both her hands over her |face, pressed back the tears, oh, dear - d—how terribleth would find him out...Judith sure they would find Chapter 98. Three images came into Sandy's ae incessantly with a cruel/regular- y. s, One was of a bronzed, } figure, pete rT: waters -on. a surf. pike iors Paes her the automobile, his thin face’ Tnplpring took making ti ‘T imploring Joo! ry rr eaten from within, ‘fhe. thitd’ wes of something inert, sprawled dark ‘and ‘te: ig on the floor—Ramon, lead. She lay wth. her, hands covering E ppemnring starkly, “Dead -—he ‘No iter ‘how’ many times she repeated this it remained incredible,| ‘inet to be accepted like a lash cut- She turned from. it- with stinging and shocked bewilderment, , Only to see herself standing at «| telephone, the mouthpiece driven| against ‘her lips—see herself stand- ing ‘there listening to Ramon’s voice: “Would you come and see m ment? want to hi only your voice. And the pale, wild ‘when he came to the do office, smiling at her and open ‘his arms. She reme; Dburning, lips. remembe: such be- seeching in his voice: “Oh, say. that! love _me—won't . you. say this. indy? Do you care somewhat? A little? Won't you tell me just once?” Glowing of his eyes and the h teed this mouth— Oh, why had she: not clasped her arms fervently about him, drawn his| head. down and given ‘him comfort? In ‘his moment of ‘frightful deso-' m he turned to her. - failed -And now all the ind, ten- goragn “A. aamart int bent ra Fd ¥% hee, ore bey ¥ slam. ‘office; to have Ramo the aching chance to answer it herd. that ive cari i his des- e nee How she would smile at him; how she would take that thin, nee. | ling face in her hands saying sol the pee: “You need me, dear Remon ’m ‘here. I 4 fare Of course the dear, gallan ‘things you did for me. How can help but care? You..say you were ill so long, Ramon? And you dream- ed of. me? You dreamed that I came rs 1 .. Tm. glad -. [won't be domely aay mote. You in: ¢: ‘ suffer aga : And then they ther. would ‘have walked ould have They |. wild She} chi But} { ith} Sandy—no one saw him!’ | Th able to talk—she had hardly been able to breathe. And she had tried to smile at him —tried to take his face in her hands * + It had onty made his eyes Ider; made him tell her not to trick him—made him sway her » ward—made him whiter fy a quee: drained look—the pistol ageinst her est— eee She had a blurred, distorted pic- ture of the office in her thoughts: Douglas kneeling on the floor, stoop- ing over that thulking shadow. The shadow was Ramon— jon was ly | dead. So they went stealing away and ,| left him to be found ‘by the janitor in the morning—left him unwatched and Unmourned, _ ' , Sandy turned her face until it’ was hidden in the pillows—cowering be- fore these bleak, forlorn images— unable to release her mind from the suffering in ‘his face as ‘he had last Idoked at her. She could still feel Ramon Tetra d down for her hand, turning it slowly, wonderingly in asking in that humble, appeal way: “Do you care for me Sandy? Do you not care a tittle? Oh, well, it was past now. Ramon's pain was past allevidting. Terrible to have anguish like this; to need so pietcingly another's soothing hand; even to ask for it and be denied. She. wondered achingly who had eared for him; if he was buried yet; Who had ‘folded his ¢ smoothed the tan, thick hair? How tenderly she would have done these lit for hinv iad done many kindnesses for oe 8 And she felt no bitterness at all for her own tragedy. Shi ed crushingly thet 9) ing and creepin, femembered Douala ger as he went hers with" that anguished, '! No onc saw them. Douglas no one saw them. Yet, lying in be Sandy had vivid images of men com- ‘ing for her. They would find a picture of her in Ramon’s pocket, oer of those snapshots he jad taken in the felands . Or they would find some letter she ‘had written him—some letter he had in and again she said to Judith “Someone must ave heatd—the n was terrific. am en She said: ight. yting unexpectedly across her cheek.|-k go into his room. The committed suicide. ‘Sandy held her hai face: “It wouldn't brought into it. -Nothii now. Others i i ire ery i ie sation think you are Ian’ i to be ‘away from houte, fade? Xnd say tpn ly mother’s awa: Y ‘thinks I've taken ao trip” with you . @ long trip.” “I'm better—I should be able. to getupsoon . . . Jude, it to be taking, gnyene saw Douglas leaving that of- jce—" Then Judith almost i \ swered: “No on eveaw al oh, At 6 o'clock Douglas went down ‘town—blow imto the office.and find out if anything more'was found rein that room. He was bevide dimeclf with uneasiness. He thought, ly: “IML give myself away yet y always do!” went into the local room. New- fame char eta ey small, ex | were looking at a picture. “a if and leaned over EY ( S ng eyes i "es eyes. i Douglas would: turn to. Judith. Re| pho! see. how. much, nobler and how, Photograph. if A snapshot of these eyes had been found in tr me, foe! 1