New Britain Herald Newspaper, March 26, 1923, Page 10

THE UNFAMILIAR TRIANGLE ' BY E. PHILLI & Copyright, 1922, by Arrgt Vendetta begins between Michael Sayers, noted criminal, and Sir Nor- man Greyes, once of Scotland Yard, | When Sayers' beautitul housemaid, | Janet, saves him from Siv Norman by | shooting dead an officer to arrest him, Janet becomes Sayers' wife and | accomplice, | In numerous cscapades Michael | narrowly escapes capture by taking | desperate chances, v ey revognizes many good Janet he deals with After the Leeds bank robbery, Sayers | 18 forced to fl the country. Re- tuming to Ingland at a later date, he | again resumes command of his dan- | gerous gang of criminals, Janet, | somewhat tired of the game, gradu- ally awakens to the fact that Micha is a hard taskmaster, compares bim with Sir Norman Greyes, | This, as near as I can remember, is a copy of the letter I received that wonderful third day of March: We beg to inform you that, the will of the late Willlam gardener, of Mayford, Surr entitled to a legacy of £250, duty. As the estate is so small, and the assets are chiefly in War Loah, we are in a position to pay you that sum at once, if you will favor us with a call, or your instructions. Faithfully, Haskel & Hames After a great deal of consideration, I took a first class passage to Mar- seilles, in the name of Janet Soale, on the slowest P. & O. boat I could find. I spent a moderate sum in replenish- ing my wardrobe, sewed a hundred pound note in my bodice, and started on my adventure, Then the natural thing happened. My interest in life began to revive. I was young and strong. The sun- shine, the salt air, the complete change, did their work. T made some slight change in my toilet one night, and arranged my hair differently. Half a dozen people made an excuse to came and talk to me that night on deck. I had as many offers of an excort to view the sights when we landed at Gibraltar on the following day. Men, however, made no appeal to me. 1 preferred to join a small party, mostly composed of people who sat at table. ‘We wandered about the place in the usual disjointed fashion, striving to assume the tourist's intelligent in- terests in the jumble of Spanish re- mains, modern fortifications, burnous- clad Moors and preternaturally with- ered Spaniards. Finally we wandered into the hotel for tea, served in a lounge which one of my traveled companions described as the very quintessence of spurious Crientalism. I was steeped in amaze- ment at something I saw in the face of the woman who had been its soli- tary occupant, before our coming. She was moderately young, quietly but ex- pensively dressed, of small but grace- ful figure and with large dark eyes. She was glaring at me with an ex- pression of intent and deliberate malignity. To the best of my belief 1 had never seen her before. | We somehow or other found places at a table, My immediate neighbor was an elderly American genteman who had once or twice spoken to me on the voyage, but who seemed to spend most of his time seeking for- mer business associates. His name was Frank Popple. “Say, are you acquainted with the lady in the corner?” he asked curi- cusly. 1 shook my head. “I have never| en her before,” I assured him. “Is that s0?” he replied incredu- lously. “Didn’t you notice her look- ing kind of flerce?” “1 thought she had probably mis- taken me for someore else,” T said. T received a further shock about an hour later, when-I'found the same woman ensconced in a corner of the tender which was to take us back to the steamer. She scowled at me sul- lenly when we came on board; and acting entirely on impulse, 1 walked straight across to her. «Have I offended you in any way 1 inquired. "It scems to me that we are strangers.” She looked at me steadfastly. Her| face, which normally must have been | soft and pretty, had become hard and : under | Soale, you are free of EA Service, Ine |that night when T heard a soft tap- [ | NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, MONDAY, MARCH 26, 1923, P3 OPPENHEIM E Philips Oppenheiro 1 was sorry for the rectly the words had left sorry for her too, in a way, She turned deathly pale, and if looks could have killed, T should have been a dead woman, She made no answer at all, 1 waited for a moment and then passed on to. my stateroom. . v It must have been about 10 o'clock question di- my ‘ lips— ping at my door. 1 guesses at once who it was, and I guessed rightly, It was Mrs. Louisa Martin, wrapped in a dressing gown and with slippers on her feet. She closed the door care- | MR. POPPLE REFUSED TO CEPT MY PLAIN HINTS. DRAGGED HIS CHAIR TO CORNER. fully, and she put her fingers to her | lips. “We must be careful,” she whis- pered. “You were mad to speak of Michael openly.” “Of my husband?" contemptuously. “He married me years before you," she replied, *“and another before either of us.” I turned away from her, that she should not see the hate in my face. Some conviction of this sort had been growing upon me of late. “When two women love the same man,” Louisa Martin continued, “they | should forget everything when he is in danger. I don’t see love in your fcce,” she went on. “Then why are| you here?” “I see no reason why I should dis- cuss that or any other subject with you,” I answered. “But as a matter of fact I had no idea that Michael was in Marseilles.” .1 thought that struck me. The blazed in her eyes. . “What are you doing on steamer then?” she demanded. “I came for a holiday trip,”” I told her. She leaned a little toward me. In the unshaded light of the cabin her face seemed wan, almost aged. “Listen,” she said: “this is a matter of life or death for Michael. You | heard through some one of his being in Marseilles. Tell me through whom.” “I swear that T had no idea he was there,” I repeated. “You fool!” she exclaimed. *Can’t you see that you are probably fol- lowed—that the police are making use of you?” “You are in the same position your- self,” I reminded her. “Indeed I am not,” she assured me earnestly. I was born in Marseillgs. I have traveled there repeatedly. I She laughed would have of unbelief she fire this | Nicholas Magazine. | director of sales at the | Heights, Brooklyn, N. Y. that it was the finest hiding place in the world for the educated criminal, It was I who took him where he is now," Our conversation was suddenly in- terrupted in a very unexpected fashion, My stewardess entered, with a thin blue strip in her hand, “Wireless for you, Mrs, Soals," she announced, addressing me by the name under which I had booked my passage, “For me?" ¥ repeated incredulous- ly. "There must be some mistake, Nohody knows that I am on board." 's Mrs, Soale, right enough," the stewardess rssured me. ‘“There's no one else of that name among the pas- sengers,'" I tore,open the envelope, My com- panion watched me with glittering eyes. She could scarcely wait until the stewardess had departed. “You llar!"” she raged, ‘“You see what you have done! You have lald a trall for the police to follow from London to Marsellles.” She poured out abuse. I heard nothing. My whole attention was fixed upon these few words staring at me from the telegraph form: “Dombey 31st = March Louise.” 1 felt her wrist suddenly grip mine. She read the message over my shoul- der. 5 “Get Genesis the ¢ode,” she whispered hoarsely. “Quick!" “What code?” 1 don't know what about.” 1 suppose she must have been con- vinced at last, for she dropped my wrist and hurried to the door. (Continued in Our Next 1ssue) demanded. "I you're talking P by e VOICES IN THE AIR Monday, March 26, 1923. D! (Westinghouse—East Pittshurgh). 6:15 p. m.—Dinner concert by the| KDKA Little Symphony orchestra. 7:00 p. m.—Current events. Spe- cial music. 7:30 p. m—"Men's Evening” con- | ducted by the J G. Bennett Co., Pitts- burgh. 3 7:45 p. m.—The visit to the little folks by the dreamtime lady. §:30 p. m.—Concert by KDKA Lit- tle Symphony orchestra under direg- tion of Viotor Saudek; Marion M. Walker, contralto; A. Clifford Davies, baritone; Alice Kirk, accompanist. (Westinghouse—Newark.) | 6:00 p. m.—Business and fndustrial | conditions in the U. §. as observed| by the National Industrial Conference Board, ¢ 7:00" p. m.—"Bedtime Stories," Thornton Burgess. 7:16 p., m.—Stories by, | from St 8:30 p. m.—"University of the] Air;” “How to sell more goods,’” by| R. J. Comyns, lecturer on salesman- ship at N. Y. university and assistant Alexander Hamilton JInstitute. 8:45 p. m.—"Don’t Worry,” by Dr. Thomas W. Davidson, pastor of the Historic Reformed .Church on the 9:00 p. m.—Concert under the direction of Charles D. Isaacson of| the New York Evening Mail. Opera recital of Bizet's “Carmen.” 9:55 p. m.—Arlington time signals, weather forecast. Y 10:01 p. m.—Concert by Clare Scheurer, contralto of N. Y. city. WEAF (American Tel. and Tel. Co, N. Y.) 7:30 p. m.—Readings by Edna Sav- ery, dramatic reader; piano solos by Jennie Prince Black: tenor solos by Joseph Mattheu. Talk by Nicholas Thiel Ficker, president of the Indus- trial Extension' institute. | 10:00 p. m.—Program by Gimbel | Bros, New York store. Piano fe- cital by Phil Ohman and Vivtor Ar- den, recording artists. Solos by Lil- lian Gaynor, dramatic soprano. WHAZ Polytechnic Troys N. Y.) (Rensselaer Institute, know every corner and stone of the place. It was I who taught Michael SAY, KID,You'D BETTER BE GOIN’ HOME IT'S GETTIN DARK ! g eold. “You are Janet Stanfield, not?” she asked. “That is certainly my name,” I ad-i mitted, more puzzled than ever. She looked at me in doubting si-| lence. “I have seen your picture,” she said gloomily. | “Where?" “In New York. him.” are you He carried it with She turned deliberately away, though determined not to enter into any further conversation. 1 found | her unsociability to same extent a re- lief, but when I stepped on board | sgain, my blessed peace of mind was gone. 1 relapsed into my former | frame of mind and endeavored to keep away from everyone. Mr. | Popple, however, refused to accept my | plain hints. He dragged his chair| over to my corner on deck. “Mrs. Louisa K. Marton lady's name,” he informed me. comes from way out West, Milwaukee. She is getting out Marseilles.” | “I had forgitten all about her,”” T| replied mendacicusly. “I'd give her a wide berth,” if T| were you,” he advised. “Traveling about as much as I do, I've got kind | of used to taking stock of people's| expressions, and the way she looked | at you was real mean.” | 1 declined to continue the conversa- tion and announced my intention of | going to bed. As 1 entered the| music-room on the way to my cabin, | there was a curious cessation of con- | versation. Mrs. Louisa K! Mnrtln,[ who was seated in an very becomingly dressed in black, with a long rope of pearls around her neck, looked at me with steady inso- lence. ~ T walked straight up to her chair. 1 knew that she had been paying things about.me, and 1 was| furious. | & “Are you meeting my hushand at Marsellles, Mrg. Martin?” 1 asked | Bt . as that | “She beyond | at | " “l\ { \ \ §:15 p. m.—Musical program by| DOINGS OF THE DUFFS WHAT'S WRONG, LENA P MIND YOUR { - USINESS OWN B éi | $ALESMAN $AM | KNOW WHAT THi5> STORE- NEEDS, SAM- MORE. CLAYSY - M0y GOTTH KEEP YOURSELF LOOKING NENTER THASS_ALL R WAL, | NEED A ™ SO NEW S0IT THEN, BUT | CANT AFFORD ONE- TAKE. THAT DUMMY AND SLIP \T ON- AND AFTER THS WHEN CUSTOMERS COME IN Students' Symphony orchestra, | Se- lections by R, P, I.. Radlo Owlas Talk on “Forelgn Students in Amer- lcan Colleges,”” by Dr, y Palmer Baker, profesgor of K 3 Ad+ dress: “Chinese Students in Amer- ica," by Tsu Tung Hslung of Cheng- Tu, China, chemical engineering stu- dent at R, P, I WGY Electrie Co., ) (General Schenectady, 6:00 p. m.—~Produce and - stock market report and quotations; news bulletins, 7:45 . ms~Musl King Jazz and hi SPINNERS WAR ON DYERS Manchester, March 26~—A protest has been made to the master cotton spinners assoclation by British dyers against the actlon of the spinners in sending thefr goods to Belgium to be dyed, The trade has been affected seriously in Lanecashire, program, stra, Agents for l’hom;x Hoslery The Best 7 | LET DANNY GO OUT To PLAY AFTER SCHOOL AND HE ISN'T BACK YET- | CALLED AND CALLED HIM BUT HE DIDN'Y ANSWER. - I'M WORRIED ABOULT WGHY, T'LL FURNISH ONE OFF TH' ALWANS BOW AND Ak THEN WHAT THEY WANT The manufacturers claim they are able to send the goods to Belgium to be dyed and then.send them back to England at less cost than to have the work done here, and refuse to change thelr plans unless the price is de- qreased, ¥ INDUSTRIES REPORT BIG BUSINESS GAINS Enormous Expansion Is Indicated < §ince Pre-War Period pUIERT] WGl Washington, March 26.—To speak of honeybees loafing may seem para- doxical, but the alleged industry of honeybees is something of a myth, de- H Walk-Over Stylés clares B, ¥. Phillips, department of agticulture apiculturist, “The average worker bee in the hands of a poor beqkeeper makes only o few trips a day for nectar,” sald Mr. Phillips recently, “When the bees ure rearing a brood the beekeeper must manage the hive so finished work Is either removed or properly placed. Otherwise loafing will result, Finished work near the brood slows down field work, Proper conditions within the hive causes the beea to make addl- tonal trips to the flelds, and thus to increase the honey crop,” Upwards of 1,000,000 people in the United States keep bees, it {5 estimat- ed, and bee colonies number about 8,- 000,000, In spring these colonies av- erage about 15,000 bees each and af- ter brood-rearing-they number 75,000 or mgre worker bees. Honey produc- tion adds about $50,000,000 annually to the wealth of the nation and pro- vides a valuablé addition to the diet of the people. The idea that bees work for noth- ing and board themselves is quite § : Fashion says low-heel oxfords: She also says strap slippers and pumps will’ be worh. Herearesix of thenew ones. Walk- Oversarealways firstinstyle. Walk-Over stores all over the world, in New York, London and Paris, catch the first whisper of fashion—and you get the new styles here the minute Fifth Avenue does. DAVID in the world. Yutr-Cver MANNING’S selling erroneous, according to Mr, Philly During the main honey-flow the -g clent beekeeper must he on the job dally and hourly, as highly skillful work is required of him. The mod- ern beekeaper finds bees mord ‘pro- ductive than did his predecessor, yet he earns all he gots, Mr, Phillips be- lives, and in these days of low honey prices he earns more than he actually receivos, Kerosene Helps Burns The sting from a bad burn will often be alleviated by the application of keromene, Walk-Overs are wom all over the world in countries, more than 100 They are the biggest trade-marked shoes in the world. SHOE STORE 211 Main St. FINE! | GOT T SUT ON, BUT HOULL. HANE.To DO YOU MEAN BY nY ALLMAN 7 SAY, DANNY, WHAT DO STAYING OUT UNTIL THIS TIME? WHY ARE’NT You HOME ! AWAY WITH TH BOW = MEAN MUCH AROUND THERE ANY MORE - | DONY DARE LEAN OUER