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4 THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE, TUESDAY, AUGUST 12, 1930 | The Bismarck Tribu.e An independent Newspaper THE STATE'S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Established 1873) eae Published by the Bismarck Tribune Company, Bis- marck, N. D., and entered at the postoffice -t Bismarck as second class mail matter. George D. Mann ... Subscription Rates Payable in Advance Daily by carrier per year .. Daily by mail per year (1% Bismi Daily by mail per year (in state, outside Bismarck) .... Daily by mail, outside of North ‘Dakota pane) Weekly by mail, in state, per year - Weekly by mail, in state, three years for Weekly by mail, outside of North Dako’ ...President and Publisher . $7.20 7.20 per year Weekly by mail in Canada. per year . Member Audit Burcau of Circulation Member of The AGsociated Press The Associated Press is exclusively eytitled to the use for republication of all news dispatches credited ie obs not otherwise credited in this newspaper and Ry Iso rt local news of spontaneous origin published here! " i rights of republication of all other matter herein ar also reserved. (Official City State and County Newspaper) Foreign Representatives SMALL SPENCER & LEVINGS ( eee ei ) es Formerly G. Logan Payne Co. CHICAGO. NEW YORK BOSTON Back from the White Crosses ‘The Gold Star mothers are coming home-again. They are leaving the slim green graves across the sea, where red poppies blow in the careless breeze, and small white crosses keep lonely vigil. They are watching the coast of France blur into a blue- gray haze, as the low hills disappear, and the fishing boats with their colored sails, grown mellow from many winds and rains, slip back into the harbor. Some of the mothers stand on the deck until the cool wet winds have blown the darkness everywhere and a light or two is shining far, far back where a boat or two Seti have not said good-by to warriors, though they have kept their tryst as soldiers’ mothers. They have made their long farewells to the little boys they used to know. Tousle-headed, freckle-faced youngsters who licked the frosting bowl, banged the door, and liked bread and butter and jelly. Sons do not grow up to their mothers. They are al- ways little boys with a cut that needs bandaging or a baseball that has ripped and must be mended. Because of this it has made it all the harder for the Gold Star mothers to leave the graves behind. It has been hard for them to visualize long lines of marching men, steel helmets glistening in the sun, swing- ing down the brave white roads of France, chanting of a maid in Armentieres, whistling to keep up their courage. They are still a little afraid of those khaki clad men who stood for the war that took their boys away. Not many of the women who made their pilgrimages to the cemeteries together ‘knew one another before the journey started. Yet there was a strange understanding among them. Their memories were so much alike. Their suffering had blown from the same hot fields of battle. The starlight that filtered through the trees, across the graves, brought the same benediction. ‘The sound of taps changed to lullaby strains, from loug, long ago, to all of them. So they are coming back again, these mothers whom our government so generously and graciously sent to visit the graves of their soldier sons. They are coming back realizing that their indivigual sorrows are only part of the community of suffering which all must share. They will not feel so lonely now, because they know the mothers of the boys who sleep in the graves that are scattered here and there. The cemeteries will not be strange places in Flanders, for they will know that other boys, just like their boys, sleep quietly around as summer slips into autumn and winter comes again. They have learned, too, that bereavement is a world- wide word. The sympathy’and understanding of people who speak a foreign tongue has needed no interpreter to assist in its expression. So, with a pressed poppy from a Flanders grave, and another box of memories stored away with their treasures, the Gold Star mothers are coming home. . Beautiful—And Not Dumb Add another tribute to the already glorious record of 17-year-old Dorothy Dell Goff of New Orleans, who was chosen “the world's most beautiful girl” at a recent Gal- veston beauty pageant; she's truthful. For Dorothy—beautiful, but by no means dumb—can- didly admits that washing dishes gives her a great big pain and cooking is something she despises. A more ro- mantic and less straight-forward beauty contest winner would prate for hours over her alleged joys in puttering i around the kitchen, as most of them have done in inter- views. It’s the customary thing for newly-crowned feminine celebrities to pose as neat little home-makers, but when you come right down to it no girl likes to cook and wash dishes any better than a boy likes to carry out the fur- nace ashes or mow the lawn. Therefore, Dorothy is to be congratulated on having the courage to speak out. Sure, there’s a lot of romance in home-making. . . but that doesn’t include cooking in a hot kitchen... .. or mopping bathroom floors... . or bathing a stack of dirty dishes almost as high as one’s self after every meal. If you don’t believe it, just ask any housewife. Progress on Wings The 48 states of our union seem very small sometimes, very closely related indeed. Just the other day Captain Frank M. Hawks arose in the morning, ate breakfast, climbed into his airplane in New York city, and arrived in Los Angeles in time to see the sun set on the Pacific. Just a day's journey as the crow—or rather, the modern birdman—flies. Once upon a time it would have taken torturous months to have made such a trip. Spring would have ended and summer and fall would have been gone before the caravans could have battled their way across the plains, through the mountains and into the western land. We who fly so high and fast today forget the immen- sity of our nation. We also forget the years of weary toih which were necessary to make the wilderness burst into the colored flowers which are everywhere today. We somehow have the opinion that all we need to do is wave wand and things will happen Other lands, where centuries have passed while life worked its way toward a far-off fulfijlment, envy us our strength. America looks toward the future, raises her head to clear, bright skies, while they look down the long _ lanes of memory. Europe is proud of things that she has done. She has made a painted story-book of her past which she will open for you, page by page, as you wander through her cities. America has the long, long look ahead. And’ the up- ward look, for much of her recent progress concerns the air trails, Once upon a time a wise man remarked that old men should dream dreams and young men should see visions. ‘We are fulfilling the latter part of that prophecy. t isn’t co important whether Captain Hawks beats } @olonel Lindbergh's record for transcontinental’ speed. jit is the winged spirit of progress that makes America not satisfied to rest on past accomplishments, the winged courage which sends her out again and again, that counts. When the first covered wagon went slowly through the green cathedral of the forests, eyes out for lurking ani- mals and Indians, the coast to coast journey seemed like a far trip from which there could be no returning: But other wagons came. Then trains followed. Automobile hours. ‘The more we try anything, the easier it becomes. Not in the least surprising is the report just made that in the first half of 1930 the use of electricity by house- hold consumers increased 13.7 per cent over the first half of 1929 and 29.8 per cent over the corresponding period in 1928. Electricity has added vastly to the conveniences and comforts of the modern home. It runs the washing ma- chine, heats the iron, turns the fans, toasts the bread, perks the coffee, operates the radio, warms the bathroom, sweeps the carpets, lights the rooms and performs numer- | ous other duties at the turn of a switch, Even Aladcin’s magic lamp never accomplished half as much as this mysterious energy that enters our homes by two slim copper wires. That we are using more of it is an indication that we are living better. Fact for today: The Scotch are most eagerly sought as life guards because they are such a saving people. | Editoria) Comment Farm Relief in Freight Rates (Minneapolis Journal) Part of the freight load now borne by grain is ordered shifted to merchandise. But most articles of which the farmer is tho principal buy: and farm products that travel as merchandise, are epted from the shift. In two important decisions, cne following on the heels of the other, the Inters:ate Commerce commission seems to be seriously attem 3 to carry out the require- ments of the Hoch-Smith inition, which says, in ef- fect, that agriculture shall get the breaks in freight rate adjustinents and revisions. When the commission, a while back, promulgated an upward revision of class rates in western trunk line ter- ritory, to be made effective late next fall, it took pains to exempt from rate increases merchandise uscd prin- cipally by farmers, and it took pains also to exempt farm protlucts that pay class rates. And now the com- mission has followed this ruling with a second one, gen- erally lowering rates on grain. In some minor instances there are increases, instead of reductions, but the effect of the order as-a whole evi- dently will be to cut some fifteen million dollars a year from the bill paid by western agriculture on outgoing freight, without offsetting the cut by boosting agricul- ture’s bill for incoming freight. The farmer gains by the grain cut without losing by the class cut. The non- farmer loses by the class cut without caining by the grain cut. In short, citizns who do not farm are to pay more to the railroads, in order that citizens who do farm need not pay so much to the railroads, Such, theoretically at least, is the effect of the two decisions. Whether they will work out that way in prac- tice remains to be seen. Grain is freight that must travel by rail, at least until it reaches water. Merchan- dise is freight that can taka a ride in a truck, in case it finds railway travel too expensive. If class rate boosts drive enough freight off the rails to nullify their effect on revenue, then the roads..will be out the fifteen mil- lion dollar cut in grain income, without adequate off- setting gain from other sources, It must be remembered, however, that the grain rate reductions will probably save for the roads a considerable proportion of the export tonnage now being diverted from steel and the North Atlantic to the Mississippi and New Orleans. So the roads may come out even, in spite of a prospective loss!of merchandise shipments by trucks. In any event, agriculture seems to be the gainer, but whether at the expense of non-agricultural shippers or ie the expense of the railroads will become apparent later. The Republican Balkans (New York Times) i The new management of the Republican national com- mittee begins with a problem which Chairman Fess knows as little about as do its primary custodians. These are Postmaster General Brown, Presidential Secretary (No. 3) Newton and Committee Counselor Burke. They constitute the advisory committee on southern patronage, and this, along with southern state organization, may give the committee more to think about than the tariff or the drought. When Florida, Virginia, North Caro- Ina, Tennessee and Texas cast their electoral votes for roads were built. And now the ships sail the skies in 16 | The lands ot the eastern world have given up. The | western world is just beginning. Aladdin’s Lamp Eclipsed < 4 Mr, Hoover for reasons which related more to what hap- pened in the reign of Mary Tudor than for any modern couse it was announced that the Republican party in the South was to be renovated. The dark and vendible dele- gations to national conventions were to disappear. No more would credentials committees be required to spend hours listening to Uncle Ned and Uncle Tom attack each other’s bon fides. The white Hoovercrats would take charge of things; the South would go on a two- party system; federal officeholders would be chosen from the highest instead of the lowest ranks of the popula- tion. But it was not long before the Hoovercrats were flock* ing back to the political camp from which they came. And the president's southern advic~-7 committee, notable for having no member who knows much of anything about the South, soon found itself embroiled between a set of state “advisory” committees and the old-line Republican organization. Shorn of patranage, its lead- ers have revolted under the guidance, it is said, of that astute Colonel Mann who’ assured them in 1928 that if their states went for Hoover their rewards would be many. They are rising up not only against the Washington triumvirate but against the” local lily-whites, who haye even less knowledge of the ins and outs of southern convention politics, In the year 1930 the revolt may not seem ‘ious to non-expert observers. But in the year 1931, eSpecially if there is a shadow of opposition to Mr. Hoover, it may prove dangerous. For while southern organizations rarely help to elect, they are essential tq nomination. Mr. Huston k= 2ws ‘xem intimately, and his passing is for them another tragic omen. Among them his hand was felt, if his voice was not heard, in 1928. The only pos- sible harmonizer may appear in Robert H. Lucas, des- ignated as chairman of the executive committee. In Kentucky he played the game that these southern breth- ren play; he knows their difficulties and their values. If he shall supplant the alien advisory committces, the dove may settle again ovr the it\'s cabins in the clear- ing. Administration delegates may issue from them as of yore. Otherwise, and especially with Mr. Huston and Colonel Mann on the or'-‘c>. they could make real trouble for Hoover in 1932. In his statement of last night Colonel Mann strongly suggests as much. i : i Searching for a Silent Englishman (New York Times) a One of the pastimes of tourists “doing” Europe for the first time is to search for the national types they have often read about. It is generally a disillusionins process. At least, so it was found by one Australian who went to London particularly looking for the strong and silent Englishman. In an article in the London Morning Post, C. R. Bradish confesses abject failure to spot even one of the sort. The policenten of the city he found amiable fellows, triendly ui Tern tea TEL [Wz crown THE KING OF CoE LONG DISTANCE: FEE- DRINKERS THE MARATHON DANCER, g Out the Medals! ° | While We’re Passin +s AND THE ENDURANCE FLYER HAS GOTTEH A GREAT BIG. HAND!--- acetic lll | Today Is the, { Anniversary of | eee ABBOTT THAYER’S BIR1H On August 12, 1849, Abbott H. Thayer, discoverer of the law of pro- tective coloration in animals, and called the “Father of Camouflage.”| was born in Boston. * Famed equally as a painter as for his researches in science, Abbott's canvases hang in the Metropolitan and Boston museums. His paintings are considered creative, and modern. From his studies on the effect of Thayer developed the law which he believed prevailed in nature's way of protecting animals and birds by marking them with the colorings which blend most easily with their environment. For example, accord- ing to Thayer’s theory, a flamingo was adorned in colorful dress sy that @ crocodile in the Nile would mistake color in combination or in masses,| | it for a sunset and not snap at it. At the outbreak of the Spanish- American war Thayer offered his plans for making war-vessels semi- invisible. He received little enccurage- ment and let the matter drop. Wien the World war started Thayer went to Europe and presented his princi- ples before the British and French governments. Many of his devices and’ formulas, according tv the French report citing him for honors, reappeared in real. service on the Eurcpean battle-front and in the dis- guising of war and merchant vessels. f BARBS == * Any crack about the weather from! now on must come under the heading| of dry humor. * * President Hoover, it is reported, takes no part in the chegs games at ably, in moving men on other boards. * oe x It isn’t reported what success that Kurdish regiment had raiding the Turks, but it is understood to have been a cheesy affair. * Oe OK A Bostonian paid $12,000 for a silver set belonging to the late czar of Rus- sia, He'll never reign, of course, but, my, how he'll pour! xe OK Berlin police, a news item says, will carry gas pistols which will render a foe unconscious. Women have been known to effect the same result witb- out gas pistols. (Copyright, 1930, NEA Service, Inc.) F. H. TOYE DEAD Boston, Aug. 12.—(#)—Frederick H. Toye, 44, widely known in musical ad- vertising and newspaper fields, was dead at his Dack Bay home here to- day. Toye was manager of Isadora Duncan, dancer, for about 10 years his camp. He’s more interested, Prob- | when she was at the height of her career. ‘Write on one WATERMELONS ARE COOLING “It’s Watermelon Time in the Old Home Town” might be the theme song of summer. For the-peak of the summer heat and the delicious cooling juice of the watermelon arrive to- gether. In fact, the watermelon may be considered as almost being a drink. It is 90 per cent water and this is the purest water nature is able to produce. This is a thirst quencher, put up in nature’s own soda fountain with an attractive cool color, fruit sugar, mineral salts, vitamins and a pleasantly sweet pulp. * ‘The watermelon origin: ted in Africa where it has been since the beginning of history, so that’ the negro’s fond- ness for watermelon must be ‘an in- herited instinct. Its refreshment value on a hot day has made it popu- lar not only in Africa, Egypt and in the Orient, but in South America, Mexico, Europe, Canada, the United States and, in fact, every place where man has tfaveled. Not alone is man fond of this food but also every animal, including ele- phants and lions. Watermelons are alkaline-forming foods, the main ele- ments which they supply being lime, iron and potash. They should be eaten when fully ripe, as then the natural sugar is completely developed. Dietetically, the safest rule to follow is to make a complete meal of the melon, using as much as desired one time and nothing else. Thus, a meal of watermelon will make a de- licious luncheon in summer and easy to prepare. Used alone, watermelon will not only taste the best but give the best results from a health standpoint. In the summer months there is always the chance of a:ing too much of the heavy foods. You will find that a luncheon of watermelon will balance the heavy foods used at breakfast and dinner, as the melon itself is very easily digested, being mostly water and fruit sugar’ Many of my patients have taken exclusive watermelon fasts, using no other food but watermelon for several days. In each case they reported feeling much better and cleaner. People who are fond of this delec- table and luscious summer fruit may sit down to a cold slice of melon and proceed to eat until they cannot hold any more. If no other iood is eaten at the same time, this will not be in- jurious, as quite a large quantity can be eaten at one time with only bene- ficial effect. When eaten in this way the watermelon is cooling, satisfying and wholesome. ‘Those who are especially fond of watermelon, cantaloupe or casaba Steyne loves Ju fe is hin duty. who reg: meen Jud brenka the en- Gnancter, DE who has been infatuated with Ju- aith for a long tim on the afternoon of the ba en Jue dith coming out of Gideon's house. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXXIII 1 Pte! supper room was long and narrow. Half of it was taken up with tables, covered with red- and-blue-checkered tablecloths. At the farther end there was\a kind of alcove, with a window looking Into a disused timber yard. The window | was curtained with orange and! green, - On a long buffet were spread sandwiches, pastries, and sausage rolls. Most of the foreign element drank sirups with water, but there were always spirits, vermuth, and beer for those who wanted them. When Judy and Dumont entered, there was already a crowd round the buffet, and all the tables were full. Dumont piloted her to the alcove, in which were placed some basket chairs. There was, nobody there at the moment, and the others made noise enough to make pri- vate conversation easy. Judy sank into a chair. “You might get me some lemon- ade, Bastien,” she said “I'm parched— Oh, Bastien!” Her voice had suddenly fallen to a whisper. As be stood over her, she noticed for the first time that there was something the matter with her friend. He was ghastly pale; the dark hair lay on bis temples in wet rings. His eyes had a wild stare. He swayed to and fro on his feet, as he stood there; but he had control over his voice. ING _ COPYRIGHT _ 1950 ness proposition, Thats’ a lie. He’s Gideon's agent—it was Gideon's money. You lied to us all, pre tending you knew nothing about it. The Monopole is Gideon's theater. I've been atlking to his business manager this afternoon, and he told me all about it. Wyon's only fa man of straw.” “Bastien!” Judy’s face was white as a sheet. Her eyes stared, full of a dreadful fear, “Bastien, you cant be telling the truth! You're mad! It isn't so. Mr. Wyon—" But now Bastien was past con- trol. He dragged Judy by the shoulder out into the room. People crowded around them, and other dancers pushed their way in from the ballroom. The rumor had swiftly spread that there was a scene—-by no means an unknown incident at the Lemon Grove, Dumont’s voice rang Sut, ugly and reckless with drink and the madness of jealousy. He gripped Judy by the shoulder all the time. “You people, see here! This girl we thought we knew so well—she's taken a rich man’s fancy! That swine, Bruce Gideon—she’s been taken up by bim, if you please, and made into a great dancer! And she kidded all of us—ber old friends—that it was all business, and that Gideon had nothing to do with it. She's a liar—that’s what she is! Judy Grant's a Mar! And she’s—” But the rest was never spoken. Tony Leigh and Michael Stone, with “ horror-stricken faces, burst through the crowd and seized Du- mont. “ Judy gave a low cry. As Du- monts grip on her relaxed, she slipped unconscious to the floor. Chummy rushed to her friend’s side. Other men cleared a space. Dumont was led away, laughing rlotously in his madness, and Judy was carried to the cloakroom. There was a bubbub for a short time, and among the little crowd of friends there was immense surprise. It was so unlike Bastien! He was such a quiet fellow, and they knew that he adored Judy. Many, of the other people, how- ever, though it rather a storm in a teacup. They knew it as a matter “Judy, what were you doing at|of common gossip that fAruce Gide apartment this after-|Gideon was “running” the little. noon?” he asked. dancer, Dumont had drank too She stopped, and looked at him much, hac got excited, and had made a fool of himself. Well, he and voluble—anything’ but forbidding. Chance pedes- trians whom he accosted with questions about the sights of the town went out of their way to escort him to his destination and explain its full history. Even the Beef- eaters at the Tower, who certainly might be expecied to offer a sample of national reticence, proved jovial fel- lows, ready to deliver up the key to their inmost thoughts to any friendly visitor. The Australian's last hope was a dour man who sat Silent beside him at meels for more than a week. But even this bleak-faced individual, when charged with be- ing one of the strong and silent, ignored the accusation, shot out his hand and said: “You're from Melbourne. So am I. I have been damned lonely in here. Come and have a spot.” Perhaps it is true that the strong and silent English- man is a vanished type. But the Australian's scarch for him was carried on in unfavorable territory. Police- men on beats, guards at museums and lonely ‘strangers is are likely to hove such lonz periods of en- is silence that at the first opportunity they are ready to burst into floods of long-suppressed spzech. with a touch of offense. “Oh, yes, you were there. yor! come dat!” how queer you are! I was havin: dit ELT You are a liar the others, I saw “Yes, | was there, Bastien; but tea with Mr, Gideon and his sister, Madame de Toros.” La “You lie!” he said under his breath. “There was no other wo- man there. You were alone wit! him!” “I was not. Bastien, are you mad be went on, bending over her, with his back to “You said this ‘man Wyon owned the Monopole, and brought you out as @ purely busi: would have a head in the morning, and would feel very sorry for him- self. Meanwhile, on with the dance! g| Judy opened her eyes in the cloakroom. Chummy was bathing her forehead and the attendant was holding smelling salts to her nose. She gave a little moan. “Take me home!” she said. “My ‘bthead is splitting. What a terrible ‘noise that band is making!” Chummy hastened out to tell some one to call a cab. ‘The at- tendant tried to make Judy drink some brandy. “No, take it away,” she said. Chummy came back, and with her FI by _CHELSEA HOUSE. and HEATH HOSKEN | door. They helped Judy out through a yard, and into the taxi- cab. She smiled at Michael in the old childish way. “I was a perfect silly, Michael; but it was so very hot!” eee SH= did not speak in the cab. When they reached the door Chummy hesitated. “You're tired, Judy dear—” “Come up with me, please, Chum: my!" Chummy had no choice. They went upstairs into Judy's little sit- ting room. Judy's first action was a very Judyisb one. The room was full of flowers, as usual—a marvelous col- lection of midwinter roses and car- nations and lilies. Judy swept them all out of the vases and bowls, leaving trails of water everywhere. Then she opened the window, with her arms full of them, and @ung them down into the street. “What did Bastien say, Chum- my?” she asked, when she had slammed the window down. “I wasn’t there,” her friend an- swered. ‘ “But you must have heard from the others. Chummy, I must know! As far as | can remember, he said that Mr. Gideon was—” “Judy, darling, poor Bastien was drunk.” “He said Mr. Gideon was giving me money,” Judy went on inexor- ably. “He told all the boys and girls that 1 had taken Mr. Gideon's fancy, and that he had paid for everything and brought me out at the Monopole.” “Judy, Bastien Chummy tusisted. and be was drunk.” “I know he was druna,” replied Judy; “but that was what he said, wasn't it?—that Mr. Gideon had paid for everything—that the Monopole is his, theater—that Mr. Wyon is only Mr. Gideon’s man of business, And Bastien said I lied because I pretended that it was Mr. Wyon who had brought me out. and that it was a matter of business. Is that right, Chummy?” “I wasn't there—yes, 1 suppose ‘that’s what he said; but he wasn’t responsible.’ “You see, Chummy, you may be- lieve me or not, but | didnt know. It was an awful shock. That's why I fainted. I knew Bastien never meant to hurt me. 1 knew that he had gone mad; but ft was the shock —his shouting that all out before the boys, and making me out to be Heaven knows what! And I didn’t know, Chummy—I didn’t know! That brute has uttérly deceived m Chummy, and that slimy devil with the old woman’ And I thought 1 knew me: Poor Judy dropped on a chair), and’laughed and cried convulsively. | py fChummy did her best to comfort |p ber, very much at sea as to what It | 5. all meant. s tol thi the adores you,” “He fe jealous, Michael Stone. There was a side “Ot course you didn't know.| Judy darling! not a pin. Meved it.” wasn’t himself. Let me put you to bed.” Chummy, It doesn’t matter— Nobody would have be “Bastien said 1 was a liar! He Id them all! He's found out some jing—if he isn’t quite mad.” “Dearest, he never meant it He They all know ‘at. Now you must rest, Judy. “No, [ll put myself, thanks. angel, thanks ever so ‘AS questions regarding Health and Diet will be answered. Large, stomped; soll eddrewoed envelope aust be enclosed. 190 words. Address Dr. Frank McCoy, care of this paper. much, and good night. Don’t stay I'm all right. I must get some rest, because tomorrow I've a great deal to do.” morning. She dressed herself with more care than usual She looked quite collected, but she was simply boiling inside. She would have brought down the universe about her head without a qualm. She was going to have no truck with men of straw. She\ rang up Bruce Gideon's apartment, and asked him when he could see her. The answer was that he had an appointment at 11 o'clock. She said that she would be at his home at half past 10. Gideon was in his study, and she was shown straight in there. “Is it true, or is it not,” she be gan, “that you own the Monopole Theater, and that you paid all the expeness of bringing me out?” “What have you been hearing, Miss Judy?” the big man cautiously replied. “Just that. Is it true?” “Well, yes, it is; How have you found out?” “Never mind! So you're fooled ge over this business!” Gideon behaved with commend- able tact. He was neither frivolous nor self-satisfied nor provocative in any way. “After all, what do you object to?” he asked persuasively. “I object to being deceived,” said Judy savagely. “I object to people saying that you run me, and that I've taken your fancy. I object to anybody thinking I've ever taken from you, except a few She Jung the last words out with a biting contempt that brought 8. glow into Gideon's pale eyes. “Who is saying that?” he asked. “Never you mind! It has been said.” Gideon looked at her inquiring: UDY was up quite early the next ' ly. “Since your conscience 1s quite /she interrupted, and the words dashed from her lips like a moun- tain waterfall. ‘Lying to a poor girl who bas to make her living—making her name Guarvenius was dead, if I'd known it was you behind {t? lear—” he began. "My conscience {3 clear enough,” “But 1 shouldn't ke to have yours, Mr. Gideon! byword! Do you suppose I'd have one on with the job, once M. Of course, was a fool to be taken in. Other eople knew it—my friends, all the eople I love, and a lot of horrible trangers; but I never knew it my elt” * (To Be Continued) HERET TO YOUR HEALTH By Dr FRANK. NECOY quTHoR OF “THE FAST Way To HEALTH” side of paper only. Letters must not exceed | melon, and wish to use these melon: with meals, may easily satisfy their appetite by adding a small amount of Dr. McCoy will gladly answer personal questions on health and diet addressed to him, care of The Tribune. Enclose a stamped addressed envelope for reply. melon to a salad. An attractive way to use melon with a salad is to add small balls of melon to the salad. These balls are made with a potato baller, which ts the same instrument for making Parisian potatoes. This instrument can be secured in any hardware store or restaurant supply house. Another way of using ywater- melon at the meal is to use ‘a very thin slice with ice cream. Slice the melon fine, remove the seeds, and serve the ice cream on top of the piece of melon. This may be used as an entire luncheon, or as a dessert at the end of the meal providing only a small amount of melon is used. QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS Ductless Glands Question: G. H. asks: “Will you please give me the name, location and function of that particular organ in the hum. structure which scientists of today are finding out is held ré- sponsible for most all the diseases we seem to be heir to, and, at the same time have learned that we individual- ly are able to control to the extent that we can keep from having all these troubles that the human family is complaining of today?” Answer: There is no one particular gland which is responsible for the dis- eases of the human body. Perhaps you are referring to the ductless glands of which there are quite a number in the body, each having special functions—some of which are unknown. I am sending you some articles about these glands which I tert ‘ill give you much helpful Liver as Food Question: V. A.D. writes: “I read an arti-le in a health magazine stat- ing that liver would cause Bright's disease. What is the truth about this statement? I had always thought that liver was good food, especially in anemic conditions or where the blood was poor.” Ansver: I believe I read the same article you refer to which was written by @ doctor who isa vegetarian. I have experimented in every way with liver in such conditions as anemia, but Tegret to say that I cannot observe any lasting effects from this treat- ment. Both the liver and kidneys contain toxic substances which coun- teract the good from their food value which is otherwise much the same 4s any other meat. In my salad days I was a vegetarian, but for many years past I have believed in the value of the use of wholesome meats. The benefit from meat-eating has been proven to me by experience with thousands of patients. I even recom- mend gelatin which is sometimes made from the hoofs and hides of animals, but I have not been able to find a place for liver in the diets of my patients. ag / (Copyright, 1930, by The Bell Syndicate, Inc.) re tiered | Quotations | Peis Acasa sd ea “What does the Christian character or balanced life mean? It is this: ‘Faith without \ credulity, conviction without bigotry, ‘charity without con- descension, courage without pugnac- ity, self-respect without vanity, hu- mility without obsequiousness, love of humanity without sentimentality and meekness with power.”—Chief Justice Charles Evans Hughes. ** *® “A woman in love has no con- science or judgment.”—EugeniaBank- head Hoyt-Hoyt Butt Lee. ee & “The majority of marriages are not happy. 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