The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, December 11, 1931, Page 4

THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE, FRIDAY, DECEMBER 11, 1931 The Bismarck Tribune An Independent Newspaper THE STATE'S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Established 1873) ee Published by The Bismarck Tribune Comany, Bismarck, N. D., and en- tered at the postoffice at Bismarck as second class mail matter. GEORGE D. MANN t President and Publisher. Subscription Rates Payable in Advance Daily by carrier, per year......$7.20 Daily by mail per year (in Bis- Daily by mail per year (in state outside Bismarck) Daily by mail outside of North Dakota . ee ‘Weekly by mail in state, per year $1.00 ‘Weekly by mail in state, three years .... Weekly by mail outs! Dakota, per year .... ‘Weekly by mail in Canada, pel Member of Audit Bureau of Circulation of The Associated Press ar Aswoelaied Press is exclusively entitled to the use for republication of all news dispatches credited to it or not otherwise credited in this news- paper and also the local news sf spontaneous origin published herein. All rights of republication of all other matter herein are also reserved. (Official City, State and County Newspaper) Foreign Representatives SMALL, SPENCER, LEVINGS & BREWER (Incorporated) CHICAGO NEW YORK BOSTON ae TES They Want the Same Things In many disctssions of the farm problem and the problems of business, and industry it is easy to get the idea that there is some mysterious differ- ence between farm folk and those who live in urban centers. We might almost come to the conclusion that some strange metamorphosis occurs) when the farmer goes to live in the city or the city man goes to live on the farm. ! ‘We who live in the farming sec- tion know how ridiculous this is, of course. We treasure our friends with the same warmth whether they live on farms or in the towns and for the same reason. They are people just like ourselves, no matter where we live. But in the East, where farmers are relatively few or at least not so im- portant, there seems to have devel- oped a city complex. Your true New Yorker, for instance, appears to feel just a little bit sorry for those who are natives of other parts, while the! native citizens of Boston are said to have a complex'all of their own. Even in Washington, where the farmer's voice 1s heard, if it 1s heard anywhere in our large cities, there is a certain amused tolerance for the agriculturist and for folk from the farming country. In the East, the man from the farm country isn’t ex- pected to know much and it is a con- stant source of surprise that folk who earn their living from the soil ere not country bumpkins of the old 10- 20-30 theater type-and that their! cousins, the businessmen in the small towns, are not forever struggling to yake the hayseed out of their hair. To the East, therefore, there was) food for thought in the remarks made by Frederick E, Murphy, publisher of the Minneapolis Tribune in a recent address to the Association of Na- ‘tional Advertisers, Inc., in Washing- ton. Murphy, a farmer as well as a pub- Jisher, spoke of and for his friends of long standing, the men and wo- men who have made this Great Northwest into an agricultural em- spire and whose sons will make of it) @n industrial empire. We find in his speech the recurring phrase, “rude plenty.” It is used to differentiate between the fullness which our fathers knew and the plenty which we would like to know. He emphasizes that the time when “hog and hominy” was enough for the farmer has long since passéd| and that the agriculturist today is gust as advanced, just as progressive gs the man who lives in a 30-story partment house. What Murphy was driving home to his audience was the fact that the same products, which are wanted by the city man are wanted by the coun- tryman and vice versa; that it is im- fpoasible to differentiate sharply be- tween the farm and city dweller. He, mwas speaking the plain truth when he said: “The farm has been urbanized. This is a fact of the highest sig- nificance to us as advertising men. “We must remember that the fermer with his automobile is only a few minutes, or a half hour at most, from the center of a good- sized town. “Consider this—a farmer liv- ing, say 15 miles out of Willmar, Minn., can get to the business center of Willmar in less time than you gentlemen can check out of this hotel and get to the Union depot. “The farmer no longer lives in ey country but in the suburbs.” 00| truth in them or not. message is one which should be carried to our brothers in the big cities oftener and with increasing ve- hhemerice. When they fully realize ‘that we, like they, are just average Americans, wanting the same things end entitled to the same advantages, rieties of romantic adventute, de- clares that history is so full of myths, that it takes years of research to find out whether any colorful incident of the past is fact or fiction. Among the “historical” tales which’ are pure fiction, says Mr. Sabatini, are the famous yarn about the man in the iron mask, the William Tell episode and the story that Richard IIL of England made away with his two youthful nephews. This, of course, is interesting in- formation; and yet, when you stop’ to think about it, it makes very little {difference whether these and similar historical anecdotes really have any: True or false, they point a moral, so to speak. They summarize certain times, certain peo- ple and certain events in such a way that they will live even if we prove them to be sheer invention. The tale of the man in the iron mask, for instance—who hasn't felt a cold shudder or two at this story about the Bastille’s hopeless prison- er? The story may be a fake—but it tells us more about the way France was governed in those days than a whole volume of dry facts. Similarly, there is Mary Antoin- ette's supposed remark that the starving peasants ought to eat cake —a remark which, historians assure us, was never made. Suppose she didn’t say it? The whole ruling class had just such a stupid and flippant attitude toward the misery of the lower classes then; and once you un- derstand that fact, the French revo- lution is easier to understand. And William Tell—history, true or false, expresses the Swiss fight for'| freedom so graphically that no one who has once read it will ever forget it, Tell may never have existed, but he is a valuable historic character just the same, So it goes. These old anecdotes may never have happened, but they could have happened; and because they provide such illuminating high- lights for more sober history the world will go on using them for a long time. European Air Supremacy The manager of a large middle- western airport the other day de- clared that, contrary to popular opin- fon, commercial aviation in the United States is “at least 15 years ahead of commercial aviation in Europe.” ‘This, he said, applies both to equip- ment and service. Night flying on Passenger lines, he said, is still con- fined to North America; and he add- ed that most of the patrons of the European lines are American tour- ists! All of this is rather surprising, in| view of all that we have heard about Europe’s “supremacy” in the air. Overseas, apparently, military avia- tion is still the branch that gets most of the attention. Aviation in the United States has definitely estab- lished itself commercially, and has) already made an amazingly good rec- ord for service. Editorial Comment Editorials printed below show the trend of thought by other editors. ‘They are published without regard to whether they agi with The Tribu' or disagree policies. Standing Up to Be Counted (New York Times) It seems now assured that a vote on the prohibition question in some form will be permitted in both houses of congress at the coming session. Why this should cause excitement— protests among the drys, jubilation among the wets—it is difficult to see. No practical result can possibly fol- low. Even though the wets have been making steady gains in succes- sive congresses, they do not number as yet anywhere near a majority. There are ways of demonstrating their numbers and strength besides answering to a roll call which will leave them in a. minority. Yet this concession of the nominally dry ma- jority and leaders in both the senate and the house of representatives un- doubtedly signifies fuller recognition of the place which prohibition has| come to occupy in politics. Neither it nor its spokesmen can safely be ignored. The dry policy hitherto has! been to prevent, under the rules, any- thing like a direct expression of opin- ion in congress. Now the rules are to be relaxed or modified so that members anxious to stand up and be counted in favor of repealing or al- tering the prohibition law will be given the chance they have long sought in vain. Some curious reasons aré advanced for this change of front by the dry majority in congress. The prospec- tive leader of the house of represen- tatives, who has been a dry, and in- nocently announces that he will con- tinue to be so unless the voters of his district ordershim to be wet, ex- plains that the plan to which he has agreed is intended to facilitate the work of congress. Big issues are pressing upon it. Chief of these are economic difficulties—what to do about new taxes, government loans, etc. But it appears that too many congressmen cannot give their minds jto these matters because they are so intensely occupied with thoughts about prohibition. Get prohibition out of the way, by admitting the right to a vote upon it, and then all the great economic problems will be speedily tackled and solved. It is a good thing that all this was said by a dry. If it had come from a wet, there would have been general sus- picion that he was “intoxicated with the exuberances of his own verbosity.” BULLETS? HA! HA! Columbus, O.—Percy Foster, colored, has a skull that laughs at bullets. Fos- ter walked into University Hospital to have a bullet wound dressed. The leaden pellet had been fired from a revolver by Nick Blanch, he said. It @ good deal of the misunderstanding|had entered above the right temple, ‘of the “farm problem” will have van- fished. had been turned aside by the skull, and then had coursed along the bone for four inches. Hospital authorities the bullet and found it flat. Historical Myths Rafael Sabatini, the author who| Cabbage is rich in vitamin C and in permitted post-war readers to turn back to tales of piracy'and other va- . a » and it also furnishes bulk which is so necessary to the proper piinetioning of the body. nese.—General Shigeru Honjo of the; 7 cept to be left alone.—Prince Nicho- las of Rumania, who recently eloped. = * © > | o but smarter. It’s marvelous how they can learn tricks —Jc sect educator. ASlight Drawback! oo I want nothing from anybody ex- Texas fleas are not only hardier john C. Rhule, in- BARBS 1 $$$ —_$_—__—<—s Lawyers are whooping up a “sec- | NN New York, Dec. 11.—The case of husbands and wives who are also ac- tors frequently becomes slightly complicated. Thus, in one New York theater a young newcomer from London, Ray- mond Massey, appears nightly as “Hamlet.” And just a few blocks up- town, his attractive wife, Adrienne Allen, is a shop girl who ends her life tragically each night in “Cy- nera.” Until a few days ago, Mrs. Massey had not seen her husband in his new role; and Massey had not looked up- on the performance of his wife, who; has created quite a sensation on Broadway. They finally got around to it because Mrs. Massey appeared | at a special Thanksgiving day mati- nee and thus got Wednesday after- noon off and could attend her hus- with Gilbert Swan band’s show. Otherwise, neither would probably have had the chance. * Oe OK The name of Theodofe Dreiser has been appearing frequently of late in connection with toothpicks, moral questions, syndicalism and the inves- tigation of conditions in certain min- ing belts. Those who have known Dreiser in the role of author may not have heard that his interest in the underdog and) labor struggles goes way back to days before he had ever penned a novel, ‘The late Chauncey Depew told me an interesting tale of Dreiser some years ago. Dreiser had been work- ing with a railroad gang and on a line in which Depew had a large in- terest. One day Dreiser walked into De- pew's New York office. Dreiser was broke and had come to talk with the railroad magnate. Depew was busy when Dreiser arrived and the author sat in the waiting room, half hiding @ small bundle under his coat. When he entered Depew’s office, Dreiser placed the little package on a win- dow sill. The talk between the magnate and the rising author, while interesting, ended in a friendly agreement. The writer left—without a job. Later, when the outside office was being cleaned, Depew's secretary no- ticed the package that had been left behind. It was half a loaf of bread—and had already been nibbled at. It had been, apparently, intended for the now-famous author's lunch or din- ner, or both! ee Speaking of eating: Lawrence, the maitre d’hotel of the swanky St. Re- gis hotel, reports that “Nobody who has not been in the business of ca- tering can realize what dieting has | i a done to the small dinner-party menu.” “Time was,” recalls Lawrence, “when the chef or maitre d’hotel was told to spare no expense.” Alas, this is no more! Rarely does anyone seem to desire an elaborate dinner. And then, if it is a small group, the chances are that several of the women guests are dieting and want the minimum, rather than the maximum, in gastronomic art. “Purthermore,” Lawrence contin- ues, “people seem to dine later and later each season, Often they go rushing away in order to get to a play before the second act.” ‘The proudest menu of this inter- national caterer was prepared for H. J, Steinberger and family of St. Louis and ran to a hundred dollars a cover. And for @ hundred berries, one should be able to get a pretty first-rate din- (Copyright, 1931, NEA Service, Inc.) set TODAY @ AN REAR HEAVY GERMAN SHELLING On Dec: 11, 1917, Germans, using every gun available, started a heavy shelling along the British and French fronts in Flanders. ‘The kaiser, according to reports to London and Paris, placed every avail- able gun—including those captured in Italy and those released from the Russian front—for a great artillery battle in the west before the Ameri- can forces became really active. The Italians launched an air raid over the German lines. On a narrow sector over the Asiago more than 150 airplanes participated. ‘The Austrian battleship Wien was torpedoed and sunk in the Mediterranean sea. ‘The Constituent Assembly attempt- ed to meet in Petrograd but the few delegates who appecred were threat- ened or arrested by the Bolsheviki. Italians re the Teutons’ at- to the Agenzia and Zu- Mani positions in the Capo Sile re- gion of the Lower Piave. patio Nascent if Quotations | *r we quit waiting for miracles to happen, that is a long step forward. —Henry Ford. * * *® This is the rule to follow: STICKERS First THIS CURIOUS’ WORLD Sth SMSeR STR ONG BLLON TAS no SR If you decipher the above correctly it will be a statement. i choice for home products; second choice for products of the empire.— The Prince of Wales. eR Even in tropical India . . . women would never dream of appearing on the streets half dressed as they do in, London—Gandhi. * A regional state of war exists in the Nonni River section because of the belligerent attitude of the Chi- * * ond Reno” in Hot Springs. Well, Se aoe oO Coan witht. 3 * *& * England may be hungry, but if newspaper accounts are correct it still has its And it’s evident that the depression has even taught people to weather along without coal. Trish stew. + * 4% The man in the street says the principal difference between being bailed out, ee out is friends. * ‘The government is closing four mil- itary posts. Adding a few more sol- diers to the army of unemployed. aon # Headline: Miss Carr Loses Driver's License. Auto been more careful. (Copyright, 1931, NEA Service, Inc.) sete Se oe ZnS Luther League to Convene in Capital Fargo, N. D., Dec. 11.—(?)—Decision to hold the 1932 convention of the district Luther League and Choral Union at Bismarck with dates set tentatively as May 20, 21 and 22 was made at a meeting of the executive board of that organization here Thursday. Z ‘The theme for the session is to be “My Church.” Representatives from 500 Luther Leagues in the district, which embraces all of North Dakota, are expected to attend. The Trinity Lutheran League at Bismarck will be host to the conventions. Knots, hitches and turns weaken the tensile strength of any kind of rope. When a strain is applied to a straight rope the strain is evenly dis- tributed to all the fibers, while in the case of a knot or hitch the greatest strain occurs on the fibers on the out- side of the bend. Daily Health Service HOW TO AVOID INFECTION Five Hygienic Measures to ae System By DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Editor, Journal of the American Medical Association Few people realize that the most serious type of infection today is re- spiratory infection or that affecting the nose, throat and lungs. Broncho- Pneumonia, is responsible for twice as many deaths as any other single cause, and lobar tuber- culosis and influenza follow closely after. During the years 1926-1929, inclu- sive, 43,998 children under 20 years of age died of broncho-pneumonia. Thirty-five per cent of the deat! were in children under one year. typhoid, meningitis and. infantile Fortunately; scientific medicine has developed means for attacking and controlling to a considerable extent all of these conditions. The meth- ods involve procedures which are fairly simple and which should be familiar to every person capable of reading and understanding. After an infectious disease it is customary to clean the premises thoroughly. Cleaning involves re-. moval by washing and scrubbing with hot water, soap, and washing soda, of all materials which have been in contact with the patient and in which bacteria may find favorable condi- tions for ee ana oo Any person or animal known to have been sufficiently near to an in- fected person or animal to have been exposed to the transfer of infec- tious material is called a contact. Disinfection includes the removal of all dangerous germs by chemical and physical means, and disinfecting is the use of measures for destroying all insects and parasites. A person who has not had the disease and who is likely to catch it on exposure is called a susceptible person. It has now been well established that certain fundamental measures of hygiene are helpful in avoiding in- fection. These measures include: (D Keeping the body clean by sufficiently frequent soap and water baths. — (2) Washing hands in soap and Halt Disease of Respiratory Outlined water efter voiding bowels or bladder and always before eat- ing. (3) Keeping hands and unclean articles, or articles whith have been used for toilet purposes by others, away from the mouth, nose, eyes and ears. (4) Avoiding the use of com- mon or unclean eating, drinking, or toilet articles of any kind, such as towels, handkerchiefs, hair brushes, drinking cups, pipes, and so forth. (5) Avoiding close exposure of Persons to spray from the nose and mouth, as in coughing, sneezing, laughing, or talking. was the most popular and Lseattre to some practically a \e cooper- lamb Sweet clover of all pastures extent by ‘. ators in the 1930 North Dakota production project. ER FANMY Says BEGIN HERE TODAY MARY HARKN' lots to en “A man who is—not himself—is suare The Fly, who “framed” her brother, EDDIE, with the marder of MRS, JUPITER and roe bim down to keep him from telling. She ts alded by MR. JUPITER and BOWEN of the Star. Mary’s fiance, DIRK RUYTHER, believes Eddie guilty and breaks w Slary when she will not give the investigation. Bary ealls for Miam! on the Jupiter yacht to follow The Fly. BRUCE JUPITER and COUNTESS ie party te who Mary sig! prison nei ly frantie. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XLV DE LOMA pushed Mary roughly to one side and leaned over the rail, peering down into the clear water. The moon silvered it so that it was like a mirror to one looking down from above. Bates jumped almost as quickly as The Fly had and seized him by the arm. “What do you mean by speaking to Miss Harkness that way?” he demanded, shaking the other's vise- like grip loose from the rail. By a visible effort of will De Loma got his emotions under control. He bowed stiffly from the waist to Mary. “My apologies,” he said. “I for got myself.” He turned and left. The others had rusted to the rail, and were offering suggestions about the recovery of the stones. “You can see them by daylight. ‘Why not leave them there till morn- ing?” was Louise's surprising sug- gestion, “And have them washed. off the reef, perhaps? Nonsense!” Bruce snapped. | Mr. Jupiter remained seated.. He was apparently unruffled by the niishap and called up to the bridge to Hendricks. The captain ordered two-men over the side to dive for the necklace and in 10 minutes one of them had found it and re turned it, But the truce was over. Before long what remained of the party broke up. Bates walked with Mary to her stateroom, “He gave himself away that time,” he growled. “I wish I'd throw him overboard.” “He's like a crazy man. Why isn't he allowed to drink?” Bates did not auswer for a min- hardly fair game,” he said. eee HREE days passed, as like as; eas, except for the heat which grew steadily worse. The glare of the sun on the water was so bright it seared the eyeballs. The heat on deck was frightful but below stairs ft was stifling. The tempers of all on board the “Gypsy” were strained to snapping point. The boat’s master alone remained tranquil and appeared to be enjoy: ing himself, Every morning, be fore dawn, he was out in the dinghy, sometimes returning with & catch, sometimes not. Bates stayed behind, smoking intermin- ably, in the shade of the bridge, unobtrusively keeping an eye on things. There was no longer any pretense of association between the others. All were tense, waiting, while overhead, in a corner of the chart-room, the tinkering with the radio apparatus went endlessly on. Mary kept to berself—the monot- ony was wearing on her, too—but she did not go near Dirk again. The invalid’s ankle was so much im- proved that he was able to be car ried on deck, and there-he and an amlable steward played bridge for hours on end. De Loma had gone to his state. room the night the necklace had taken its unexpected plunge over- board and came out only rarely. Louise was the restless one now. She had developed a savage temper and lashed at all who crossed her path, even Bruce, Deprived of the services of a beauty parlor and still wearing the same gown in which she had come aboard, she began to look less the siren and more the shrew. That night—the night of the fourth —-Mary lay in her bed staring wild-eyed into the darkness. Sleep seemed farther away than the hot stars that hung low and burn- ing bright in a sky ‘that pressed down smotheringly just above her | porthole window. She tried to shake it off, but the. sense of impending disaster was heavy on her heart. The crowded events of the last few days—Dirk's fight with De Loma, her anxiety for the necklace, his flery resentment at being brought aboard the yacht, and then this unforeseen mishap— had been almost tdo much for her nerves, is It was breathlessly hot. Mary slipped on a thin black silk coat and stepped out on deck. Through the open portholes of Mr. Jupiter’s stateroom came the sound of his heavy breathing. He, at least, could sleep, and she was thankful for that. There was a faint breath of air— scarcely more than a stirring. She stood gratefully a moment in the black shadow by the upper deck, almost invisible in her black wrap. Back along the deck a state- room door opened and someone stepped out on deck. Mary hest- tated, uncertain whether to turn back, The other. moved to the rail and stood there, spparently un- aware of her existence. The girl stepped further back into the shadows and stood silent, waiting for him to go away. Who could it be? She tried to estimate what door it was he had come from—Louise’s door came first, then Bruce's, then De Loma’ He was not tall enough to be Bruce. ‘E stood a moment or two longer, then glided away down the deck so softly that she was not aware of it until be had gone. That was curious! Without stopping to think, she kicked off her slippers and slipped silently along the wall after him. = At the first gangway she climbed quickly up to the sun deck and hur- ried along to take refuge in the shadows under the lifeboat perched there. Peering cautiously over the edge she saw him leaning over the taff-rail, looking down at the little dinghy bobbing about in the uneasy ea, “Looks Iike a storm coming up.” A voice just beneath her caused her to jump. The Fly also must have been startled, for he swung about quickly. Out of the shadows almost under Mary’s nose the sailor on deck watch appeared and strolled over to the rail to join him. “Storm, eh?” He turned back to staring at the sea. The sailor apparently was lone- some for someone to talk to, and was not to be easily repulsed. “Yes, sir, {t certainly looks like we were ip for a good one. See that black patch over there? That's one forming or I miss my guess. sailor pointed. You can actually see them form out here sometimes, The breeze hag gone down, too, and that’s always a sign. And the barometer’s drop- ping. Don't belleve it will be much of a blow coming from that direc tion, though. 1 sure wouldn't want to see much wind, with us stuck up here on this reef like this.” “How are you coming on that radio? the otlier asked crossly, as it making the youth beside bim directly responsible for it. But the sailor continued cheerful. “Sparks told me there wasn’t a chance to get it working. Some body’s jimmed it proper, He thinks we'll just have to stick it out here until some fishing party comes along or the »atrol comes around to check up‘on the light. Captain said we'd wait another day and then if no one showed up he'd send a couple of men along the keys in’ the dinghy.” j “You mean you could make {t to Key West—90 miles—in that?” De Loma pointed down at the small tethered rowboat bumping wardly about beneath the “Sure. If the weather held good. When you got tired of rowing you could just beach her on a key and take a rest. They're only a few miles apart. And farther in you'd be bound to pick up a fishing party ne would take you on in to get elp.” “Why hasn't someone tried that before this?” De Loma demanded. “We've been out on this reef in this damned sun for four days.” “Well, you see, this is the only good boat. That cockleshell up '|there (Mary held her breath as they turned to look up at the lifeboat behind which she was concealed) isn’t any good—that is, for much of @ row. And we'd have to take the only two pairs of oars we have. If a storm should come up and the party had to get over to Fort Jef- ferson it would be ticklish business in that tub.” Crouched under the boat, she had been too intent on the conversation to notice the little black cloud of which the sailor had spoken, which had grown until {t covered halt the western sky. An occasional spurt of wind ruffled the sea, which other- wise Iay glassily quiet under the moon, UI Msed two men apparently became ute, He must be The Fly. eee conscious of the approaching storm at almost the same moment. “See? What did I tell you!” the “Here she comes. It won't be a bad one because you can see the edge of it there along the horizon, but it will be plenty damp while it lasts. Better get un- dor cover, sir, I've got to get my oilskins.” The Fly stood where he was after the other had gone, staring at the rolling-up mass of cloud. Suddenly he snapped his fingers, straightened with sudden decision and she saw him take something from his pocket, There was a sharp click, then he melted along the deck in the same noiseless way he had come, A wisp of stray cloud flying ahead of the storm blotted out the moon just then. Mary scrambled from her hiding place and ran back along the top deck. There was still light enough to see that the deck below her was deserted. What ought she to do? Rouse Betes? Was it really the click of a cartridge chamber she had heard, or might it have been the snapping shut of a cigaret case? Hardly that -for the only other smoker on board was Bates, and that young man would have swallowed his available supply of tobacco rather than share it with The Fly. While she hesitated the first drops of rain hit her and before she could move the storm broke. The wind lashed at her clinging skirts which were soaked in a moment. She fled down the gangway to the comparative Shelter of the lower deck. Breathless, she leaned against the bulkhead and pushed the wet hair ont of her eyes. The “Gypsy” was stirring un- easily on the reef as the sea and wind pushed and tugged at her. As Mary felt her way along she passed Mr. Jupiter’s window. His snore sounded even above the storm, but what was that other sound? Like someone stumbling against a chair. The Fly was in there. She knew it. She could feel his presence. In the darkness of the room he must be able to see her head silhouetted against the opening. She turned and ran blindly back along the deck. She must get someone. Where was Bates’ room? She had never thought to find out and now she wanted to know so desperately. Bruce, She turned and pushed oper: his door. “Bruce! Bruce! Get up! Some- one’s in your father’s stateroom!” “What?” Roused suddenly from sleep, Bruce sat up so quickly he almost knocked her over. “The Fly! He's in your father’s Toom. Quick!” She had hated Bruce, but she could have kissed him for the quick- ness with which he grasped the situation. Leaping from bed, he fumbled an instant on the table, and was out the door. “Stay there!” he commanded, pushing her aside. Mary was after him, though, be fore he could take half a dozen strides. As rounded the bulk- head which Mr. Jupiter’s door from that of Bruce she heard the heavy impact of two bodies, and two shots—so close together they seemed almost one. Something pitched headiong onto the deck at her feet. For the space of a breath she stood Still, too frightened to move, afraid to step for fear of the unknown. “Bruce!” she screamed suddenly, terrified by the stillness. As she started forward, a plunging form came out of the blackness, struck her and hurled her bodily aside. She was knocked off balance, her head hit something hard and she 4 slipped down in a dead faint, {To Be Continued) af e ‘ -