The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, August 11, 1926, Page 4

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PAYNB, BURNS AND pis WEW YORK AOTER - Fifth Ave. Bidg. | (Official City, State and County Newspaper) \ other matter | Man-made Fibre For centuries the silkworm has fed himself to repletion on the leaves of the mulberry tree and has| spun from his little body the miles: of shimmering fibre that have gone into stockings, dre and un-; derwear of the women and men of the world. But now, quictly, without the flurry and ostentation | which so frequently herald a new achievement, a| new industry has been established in both castern |, and we little » rank as a builder of beautiful clothes. For this new industry is one that threatens his prestige, since it co in the manufacture of a substance that simula 1k so nearly that it is popularly known as cial silk. Yet it is no such thing. That title is a misnomer, for the material is no more artificial silk than an automobile is an artifi horse. |, the simula- tion is no near perfect that it takes an expert to detect ‘the difference between the man-made fibre and the fibre made by the silkworm, “But the same material that provides us with our daily paper, ie wood, provides a, shimmering, | sifky’ dress, lustrously sheer stockings and over-| drapes for the windows. In fact, so nearly perfect i$-its counterfeiting of real silk that the public in many cases is being hoodwinked by irtesponsibl manufacturers and retailers. This is not fair. It not only is cheating the buy- ing public, but undermines its confidence in the mer- chant when the substitution is found out. The new “silk” should be sold, plainly marked, as an im tion of silk. It has its uses. Many times peop! will buy it as quickly as they will the product of the: silkworm, but unless the goods are plainly marked! it constitutes a fraud on the pubtic. n hemispheres that bids fair to make the Perhaps some day we will have artificial wool and! cotton, Who knows? Perhaps some day much of! material wasted will be utilized in the manufacture that ©, B, Keeler, sports writer for the Atlanta named SAM ANDERSON. of clothing, by. means of these processes that pro-! duce artificial fibre... When that day gémes the new industry will have an enormous econontic. value. { A Dictator’s Prerogatives on the verge of such action as the pre-war social and economic structures topple under the stress of in-! very seriously indeed and to regulate everything in sight, whether regulation is needed or not. And thereby hangs a tale, for even a militi dictator ' may exceed his prerogatives, as the ator of Greece has just had the occasion to dis over, For recently a young woman was arrested in ;~ Athens because her skirt was 15 inches from the} ground. She was tried and sentenced to 24 hours | imprisonment. But a few days later the decree un-| rescinded. The decree which General made as dictator, he failed to execute as president, awhieh he has since become. H “And for a very good and suf that was that the women of person demanding that the dictator fe his political job. He had, they claimed, no right to meddle in the private affairs of the women and Wat the length of their skirts were their own con- cern, and none of his, and that if he did not take ent reason—and | ce arose as one se on their own hook. i Mr. Pangalos came down from his perch and con- | fined himself to his proper work after that. He had | tearned something. He knew how far his dictation | incre man, even if a dictator, to tread. regulated. Even in the old days, when we ‘poor male under her thumb. Sometimes he thought | te was the head of the house, sometimes he didn’t--} These deportations, however, worry the Baltimore “but the woman always knew—she is IT. No one Sun. The supply of criminal and’ erippled aliens cannot last forever, it thinks, and’ when svich avail- able material for deportation is exhausted, the pro- fessional deporters, to keep their jobs alive, will act on a wholesale scale against the million or more self-smuggled aliens now known to be unlawfully residing in the United States, and will not stop un- til the last of these has been shanghaled aboard ship| can; really dictate to a woman, and really—who! Dollars and Scholars ==Many things happen to genius when it goes to college. Some of it, making a handicap of wealth, “prefers gasoline to midnight oil and is lost in the <maze of sport roadsters. Some of it, handicapped Sy poverty, views college life over a dishpan and is Al in the tortures of physical weariness. Fs e potential genius flowers. But most of it digs long dormant, or is never brought to light at all. ‘work his way through school has been pretty thor- ly exploded. Everyone recognizes now that ‘Méher health or education is bound to‘suffer, Mod “ein curricula are designed for full-time application, swith no allowances for the several hours of outsid thi: contrar; Kkworm bestir himself to keep in the front), practice and without financial loss. ble, that it can be administered with strict business’ Three hundred and fifty-seven persons borrowed money to go to college. Realizing that their ability to repay would be partly dependent upon their schol- the Bismarck Tribune Company, | #'ship, they acquitted themselves brilliantly, gradu-/ ., and entered at the postoffice at|ated, entered the business world. Three hundred | and fifty-five of those students have met their obli-! gations. | will pay. Ambition and honesty go hand in hard. + 7.20] ambition and ability are the only requirements for! . 6,00/ College entrance, educators can pat themselves on| + 6.00 | the back. Reed Rings the Bell The other two acknowledge their debt and | ! When j Hard words from Senator William E. Bor&h break fase for republication of all news dispatches credited jno French bones, but sticks and stones, like Senator | to it or not otherwise credited in this paper, and alsu| David A. Reed's suggestion of an American tourist | in the country. A tourist boycott was something the French evi- dently hadn't thought of until Reed hinted at one. ‘The threat’s effect, when correspondents on this side of the ocean cabled it to their home papers, was in- stantaneous, French indust lars. cs which cater principally to an tourist custom were counting on a haul son of around $500,000,000—not francs, dol- | Reed, by’ the way, is no anti-Frenchman. than in anger. plished what Reed has? That tourist boycott was a constructive sugges- tion. Jones, the Sportsman he’s a chevalier of the legion of honor, and as been reckoned as one of France's best in the United States senate—not a debt can- n advocate, but very favorable to ‘leniency toward the distressed republic. Boycott talk, from his lips, has more meaning |than it could have from those, perhaps, of any other senator. Senator Reed proposes his boycott more in sorrow Senator Borah expresses himself in 100 per cent anger—no room in it for any sorrow. Borah’s roar demolished Chancellor of the Ex- chequer Winston S. Churchill of England in fine style, but all being said and done, has he accom- On the Bobby Jones, the golfer, has a great many admi- sum that others might write under it. But to all of this he has turned a deaf car. has played the game for the game’s sake. ‘undoubtedly the most genuine amateur, in the true sense of the word, of any of our sport celebrities. ‘able qualities and not the least among the: firm refusal to let any of his exploits turn his head. As the greatest golfér in the world—further, as ithe most colorful, probably, of all sports figures— |he has been besieged on all sides with requests to write autobiographies, to “cover” golf tournaments for newspapers, to sell his signature for a handsome But the other day Bobby turned writer. stery of O. B.’s round for the Journal. Keeler has chronicled every shot Bobby has made; Europe bows the knee to the dictator. Those na- through 15 tournaments. He started writing about tions that have not yet acquired one are reported Bobby when the latter was a rosy-cheeked lad of nine. o It was just a little thing that Bobby did—to write ternational unrest and upheaval. And the dietators,' yp his friend’s golf game. But it was a mighty!” being so much in demand, begin to take themselves | pretty thing, and thoughtful. Bobby is a real sport, and a loyal one. Editorial Comment Don’t Stop the Deporting (Minneapolis Journal) The immigration bureau doubtless has its faults, der which she had been arrested and convicted was but it has its, good points, too, /Without any bally- Pangalos hoo, the bureau recently has been setting itself tly to the task of ridding the country of alien earne: criminals, Deporta thousand month, they Others into this count later, ile; along. Good! Let the forced exodus of these foreign- born ninals continue. Too bad that)we %annot also ¢ keep at it. pean waters for Ellis Island. and sent back to the land of his origin. “Deporting farm hands” is what the Sun calls this’ weeding out of contraband immigrants. serves to demonstrate, even to a reader unfamiliar with American geography, how far Baltimore lies from the great harvest fields .where the obtaining | of seasonal farm help is always a problem. Not one in a hundred of these smuggled aliens: er sees a farm, save from a car window, or ever Not one in a hundred could handles a farm tool. be induced to take a job on a farm. gravitate unerringly to the foreign larger cities, regions that are alre ons have now risen to an average of a our native and naturalized wrongdoers. | was welcome and where it was dangerous for aj But we can exile the alien utidesirables, so let us| There is still plenty of material. The trouble is that women have never really been! instance, a list of those involved in Chicago’s under- n were world killings these last few years reads like the Zdowntrodden,” most every one of them had. some passenger roster of a ship heading out of south Euro-| here in this Inst more than their share to the complications o is his He is It seems} jJournal, who has:followed Bobby’s career for 15 years} ‘enteped the Atlanta newspaper men’s tourna- | ment, and ‘Bobby, if the role of reporter, wrote the Which | PERRY HEATH and his wife. Th BI | golden-haired, NOW GO ON WITH THE BTORY Some of the deportecs are aliens ON a TRE EOR confine himself ,50 hopelessly afflicted, physically or mentally, that in danger of becoming public charges. aliens who have smuggled themselves ly, only to be caught up But the proportion being deported because the hint right soon they would do a little dictating , of demonstrated criminal tendencies is growing right Heath alive?” i ; “ spent the ng auietly at with ‘cold! For , F self THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE _ i aardens, Long r in an elaborate bungalow, lived e entertaining his AWRENCE INMAN, eof Myra’ and, ande from) , the cnly heir to hers fortune, ‘Y MOORE, young, avnesonal an’ ‘old ‘friend of Myra’s. Perry was an aftint and ne: date for presidency of the Country, Club. His chief opponent was 2 mi wife was beauti castic. her hatred of colors amcunted to sion. She bottle which aroused her arti band to scorn. Myra, provoked at a growing tn-! timacy’ between Perry and Bun announces she has made ‘her will in cutting her hushan’ stairs, surprises his wife alone with! he orders out of the s Myra’s body 16 discovered in the studio, candles; burning at her head and feet. She im gay colors, jb HERRICK, "the butler, discovers! near the body a card marked, “The! hi Work of Perry . Heat! the| Goctor, when he comes, fi death ‘blow wan struck with Myra’s vherished whisky bottle. The coroner conducts an examin- ation, and it in discovered that Perry! Heath ix missing, despite the fact| | all the doors and windows had been CHAPTER Vill An ordeal it was, for Mott had a y of making his’ most casual re- warks seem atory, and his light ext question often hinted at vital t. ng the nearest relative of Mrs.! present, I assume, Mr. Inman, thut you are deeply anxious to learn who committed this shocking crim “Yes,” suid Larry, and no more, “Then, will you tell me, in your own words, of Ue events of last even- ing, up to the time you last saw Mrs! other guests rer we inner, Aft din- doa game of bridge om, and when that was over, we chatted a bit, and then Mixs Moore left us and went to her room, A few moments later 1 went up to bed, leaving Mr. and Mrs! Henth here. That is all I can tell you, Mr, Mott.” : “At what time did you go upstairs, Mr. Inman?” | “Something afte eleven, J think. 1 don't, know note) accutitely than at.” ook “Did you hear Mr. and Mrs. Heath come upstairs, later?” ; “That I can’t say. If 1 did 1 didn’t notice it.” “Were Mr. and Mrs. Heath in thei? usual: good health and spirits -last { evening?” * “1 noticed nothing at all unusual.” -“Was Mrs. Heath high-tempered? Or is Mr. Heath of an impulsive or fiery nature?” '“{ have always known them to be ‘vulture, high-bked people. Far re~ moved from quarrels that might lead j to physical violence.” 3 the murderer. » they fs of the tributing the'na- hat significance do you attach Py Heats card, “The Work of Perry Now another mystery ¥ the, Aisbopearines of Mr. Heath. an you d any light on thet, either by fact or theory?” i “lr afraid can't, Mr, has been a friend of mine for and while think eng n't, he illed his ‘wife, 1a tilt more ‘a loss to imagine a Aupearante Just now.” at for his dis- | Shake bere joked: aed stan. te }has been kicking around this studio’ nd, for months.” ~ distant rel. 5) likely that some one .elye killed Mi Heath and placed the card where * ore {Mott said. FF rape: at two o'clock, * Please be m \attédance, Mr. Innan. 1 ently, ,| “your friend, Mrs.: Heath, was not. ie habit of using what.is known as ithe oO questions That night, Heath, stedling down-) Myra and her p she herself applied the powder and rouge, whi on her face \4she mayer would do that! is made up with rouge and dressed| Why, we often coaxed her to try it, that were given her as presents, by people who for such thin; [vanes aY GORDO ‘hen we must look elsewhere for © WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 11, 1926 retartar alto. erry was inst ‘sym! when he heard Joan speak of hee he, of course, comes into his brother. of the estate at the time that 1 “We must certeinly bring him out i “Do not think, Judy,” said Jean, of his morbid temperaments’ he enid. | termine to me, “tuar’t been “Surely, Mr. Robinson might have| selfish with my brothe: times e something.” Uh a th him up But his tutors told me that _ “3° he did-not seem himself even with me, and I know he loves me better than anyone on earth. Ever since I have been able to reason I have tried to make John come out into the world and live with me. His isolation has been a constant grief to me, ‘ “Some years. ago when pe ul, jowever, @ man came up to cant direct from Yale where he had be + offered a position as professor of anthro) ology. This hog! peg t to is vacation with onc of n'a teachers, who was his brother. He . He pa no attention what- ever to John. 1 think he has not him since my mother died. Con- quently he doesn’t know what a onderful chap he is physically eve with his ‘shorter leg id _ crippled arm. The rest of his body has been trained until he fas the broad shor ders and slender waist of a prize tighte some wonderful contraption made by which he can walk without showing his limp. And he. can ride a horse like ,a cowboy and operate a specially made motor |‘and my brother immediately struck perfectly. : A up a great-friendship. He stayed “Yet he will go nowhefe. He seems | right there in camp ever since, and to think that his infirmities make been a dream of my brother him a being apart. ame into his “Much of this is duc to my mother e was going to finance an who would hayo counteracted it .if| expedition into Afric she had lived. But you sce she died | from civilisation, I ho} id when he was three years old and na-| his. sensitive obse: hen about his turally he had been backward up to| lameness. is made all prepara- that time, Right after her death he| tions for this; so you see, Mr. Hatha- was sent to the camp and from then| way, much is hanging on the speedy on, he has grown into one of the} settlement of our roperty.”” finest young men that I have ever] TOMORROW-—Verry Advises, known, — “He is studying anthtopolgy and{ (Copyright, 1026, NEA Service, Inc.) * “1 knew before I came down, ‘be- cause Carter, Mrs, Heath's mald,| came to my room. and told me.” “I see. And did re you the details of Mrs. Hepth's appearance? How her face was painted, and. how there were candles at her head and feet?” 9No,—she didn’t tell, me that—” Bunny looked vaguely at Mott, hei lavely eyes clouding with tears a: she glanced toward the beautiful stil figure on the floor. “Then you were shocked afresh when you came, downstairs and saw the—the scene that you did see?” impulses. If he sensed trou- ble from Inmi ttentions to Mrs. Heath, he wouldn’t kill cither of . them, he’d put the young man out of his house and merely shake his finger at his wife. I live over there, you know, and I’m acquainted with the whole bunch. There's a baby ~ down there, who's about as pert little parcel as often comes, Name of Bunny, and I believe she’s some- what gone on Perry herself. \“Qh, well, then there’s your mo- tive,” Cunningham. cried. | “Intense natured artist, tired. of his marble Galatea of a wife, turns to baby doll for relief. Falls Lleol in love with the kid and decides that the line of least resistance is to put . Friend Wife out of the way. Does so, and skips. He won't return—but the little. girl will follow at the proper time.” “Maybe,” said Black, “but I’m not going to the inquest. Sit all after- noon in a hot, stuffy place, only to have the thing adjourned, or, @ hear an open verdict.” “I'm not going, either,” Anderson stated. “Oh, if I do, I'll just look in for a moment, and stick to the back. of the room, s Coroners are and we'll get from en. ‘ at the strangely paint- looked own, draped “You gaz ed face,——" . “Yes, Bunny's eyes. straight into the detective’ “You saw the erimson sca balm the body 2” “You saw. the card ubout Mr, Heath’s work?” ( “Yes.” “You saw the candles burning at her head and feet, almost as if in a “N—no,—J shouldn't think Bunny ‘had turned pale, i| shaking with nervousness, But she forced herself to speak calmly, and naged to control hor quivering Is the red scarf that i ally draped round ure her own property? “No,” the girl replied, “ ‘ours? now is? “I don’t know, I’m sure.” Bunny had conquered her nerves soniewhat and was beginning to try. her nat- ural wiles on her inquisitor. “I was wearing it last evening when I ped out on the porch, and when 1 went upstairs to bed, I left it down here. Why Mrs. Heath put it rou so artis- Heath's ION it is mine.” Bunny looked rapt now, How did it’ get where it "slusetico aun is the detective ceased his he burst into a flood of helpl ears, and blindly took the handkerchief ary, silently offered. lott. seemed to ig- breakdown, “please! bizarre c: answer this with candor. Was there] Meanwhile the Heath home was in any ill fe to. your knowledge,/ 9 turmoil. tween Mr. th.and his-wife 2" The police were in charge. Both her, I dont know, I'm. sure, “It-was| and faced tha detective, wick, aif her] Danny, and, Larry, as well ae the not’ like her at all, All her scarfs| old insoucla independence: servants were forbidden to.leave the are white or silver grey.” “Most. certainl: !. They. wer “You were the first to leave the/of the most devoted couples I group last night. to f° up to bed?”| knew.” id 7 hee Ne. were al pyent .. 0, “There was other impression . is’ the| >ut,I chanced to go up v2 ere ©] ‘The sudden question was in a» cha tat the curd fell there acci-| rather impertinent tone, but was nc- E companied by “an inkocent and en- anting snrile, that made Detective lott sit up and, take notice. “He had his own .opinfon’ of young women’ who tried to cajok bewitch a de- tective, and he i jiately began to T can get out easily. fearfully long-winded. he whole proceedings York pa- it’s really a 19, ie pUIWAM oom “I see. Then you: don’t think it dicates that Mr, Heath killed his and placed ‘the card there in a it of bravado?” “No, indééed. I think it far more lace. The body of Myra, still'in its beau- tiful but. strange condition, lay where it was found, and must re- main there until viewed by the Coroner's jury. The studio was guarded by a po-. liceman. who sat just ou closed door. The lounge wi bustling people, who, with more or te ssed. around ihquisi- ever found in pelle iene in- sp didtucamee af ania oT ee eR ean ren jon,—I. mean on. a vital subject” “No, nothing special ‘or Except, pe: that Mr. Heath did not sympad jze jn. Mis. Heath's fancy for collecting old ‘gla: “ “That would scarcely ter sufficient reason for him .to.,attack her with: one of her own eld bottles,” Mott said, gravely. : “No, of. course not,” . returned Buany.- - ’ ‘These things will be ?gone ‘into thoroughly at the, inquest,” “That will takelMace this ir presuming on her importance as the nearest ‘neighbor, came over, with a face appropriately Nsolemn, to offer help of any sort in her power, < Bunny refused to see her at firs but ona more insistent message the | girl went reluctantly from her room lownstairs to greet the caller. r blue eyes. shi and her lips quivered as she rd Mrs. Prentiss. And for once, the girl failed to how an alert interest at the sight of a strange and good-looking young man. For Todhunter Buck had accom- rence, i “ ” panied his aunt, rtly as es- ‘Where is Perry Heath?” was the) Pon ut more from @ desire to sec question urged even more frequently nan RE Silene eS BINoE was Be. disappointed, He himself on the spot, that she was Arthur Black, one of the solid men of the club, declared that it was im-lthe loveliest girl he had ever. seen and was the one girl in the world for om an abatiusc| Ppesibls thet the. murderer should be ation,” Mott xmiled kindly at her.| Ma lati mere ky oie cmeeh him, ‘and many such decisions and i: sola asked Uisw es ats ee Bunny acknowledged his introdue- tion with absent-minded liteness | turtle doves, the way he put it. and asked them to come with her to fie turned to Bunny with gn,apolo-< ¢ glance, as if he ‘hated to ‘annoy. but his duty was imperati: iss Moore,” he. said, about when you last saw Mrs.; Heath. re. * - “That was the time.” .Buhny spoke softly. “I’said night,—I: think,’ of, perhaps -didn’ty we're ~not, very punctilious about such things, and I went up to my room dnd shut the door, and I didn’t hear anybody | else come. upstairs “And you didn't again, last night?” Bunny paled, and. het. big ‘blue eyes stared at the detective. “W—what do ~you “mean?” she and a little catch said, with a gasp in her voice. Mott looked at her. Could it be that this lovely: child had some knowledge, guilty of otherwise, that keepine back?” CHAPTER. 1X The Harber Country Club was over ‘on the ‘k side, but-its members peuertg many of the Gardens people as well. A few of the less active ‘spirits pehastbed on the porch and smoked, make-up bax, was, ahe?™ junny, fright tied ‘at ig. She had expected is to her friendship with ion in the h nowing her well, do you thi wed traces of your yoom is now so conspicuously “Oh, no,” Bunay suid, exeitedly, Never. ut she never would.” “Did she possess a vanity box of er own?” i “Why—yes,--she had two or three |. "t know her distaste 8. x “Where are these gifts?” “1 don’t know, I'm sure. boudoir, [ suppose.” q aL in after you went in and|“And, even recognizing the rights of joo! the dead to nil nisi bonum, our My: 10,—no, of course I didn't t likely she used one of’them| “Then” you knew nothing of the a small morning room back of the locked on the inside. then, for the cosmetics now on her] tragedy “ynuit you came downstairs ‘aid dining room, where they could talk face 2” this mening? eo ion. the Gardens, whose bungalow-studio was not far from the Heaths’ own.’ “Too pale ‘and wan for my taste,” remarked Sam Anderson, who was a true: representative of the Park type. Smiling, -bald-headed, and with a missing be a pression of being ‘more i women of the extth, earthy, than in the Myra Heath sort. But he was a prominent clubman, and was about to run for presid “The disappearance Hv clinches your: election, Anderson,” Black declared, byt the other swered: “I'm. not keen to be elected. anyway, Heath will come back,—h 8 To my mind, his absence at no indication at all that he killed wife. Why .should he? be, as you say, Black, the pair were not ex- actly lovey-dovey, but a few married people are, nowadays.: Yet it doesn’t Jead. to murder. You'll have to find a bigger motive than’ mere incom- rms before I'll believe that th killed his wife. What sbout that yo ne chap, her cousin, oF; “Mtarty«inmant” said Forb “Yen he's ther cousin,—a . dixta ng hi 1d he But why shoul i rde: with me,” Mrs. Prentiss aHe's her heir,” put in Black, wi | and her * nephew’ heart always knew all 5 about ' eve! ‘3 joy. business affs “there's motive “Oh, no, t, on the other hand, I've heard said. “The Bs as in-love with pale god-! fe 8 OM yon De ir that when. they PK rine! A at s ie povshrows, yecciligd ah site todo ke-anh Ais from Anderson, who ied over her desk and—a @ gossip. . beside that, there was; “ yes—of course,” Mrs. Pren- i h tied around her,” Black ‘tixs spoke @ little.vaguely. aut m “And candles burning ‘at house is nm to you, my and: and feet,” I’m sure when you think it you ng oon will see it would be wisp, for you ta, eA in more secl “Who lobody,” sai nny, , I'd go home, but the pol won't let me. I haven't sent word to my people about this yet—of course they'll see it when it gets into the papers—but it’s all so terrible—so awful—that I couldn't bring myself to write about it, and I just couldn't one: jo, no, of course not, my déar, haven't you heard a word from Mr. Heath 2” “Nota word,” Bunny's face turned we pink, but her voice was calm steady. “I can't imagine where went or what's keeping him oo hal “Who isin charge here?” “That what everybody Why, nobody's in charge exactly. Mr. Inman is, in some ways, and of course, the servants keep the running just as usual. J see a’ of Myra’s friends, but not all ‘of them—I just can't!” “Of course you can't,” put. in, Tod- dy ‘Buck, wi real sympathy. “It oughtn’t to be expected of you.' sta; ordained, ped for THE POST OFFICE 2 YES, MY FRIEND, YoU Go Down THIS wee Two Biexks, TURN TO Youre CEFT, AND APIGR Nou GO AROUND THE CORNGR ANYBODY WILd em FOINT (T OUT To You. Yili | asks, BE THANKS © FOR, TH yi Ger RIDES Mott. [4