New Britain Herald Newspaper, March 31, 1923, Page 12

MICHAEL'S WEDDING GIFT BY E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM " Copyright, 1922, by E. Phillips Oppenheim Arrgt NEA Service, Inc BEGIN HERE TODAY Vendetta begins between MICHAEL SAYERS, noted and S8IR NORMAN GREYES, once of Scotland Yard, when Sayers' beau- tiful housemaid, JANET, saves him from Sir Norman by shooting dead an officer sent to | arrest him, Janet becomes Sayers’ wife and accomplice, After many NATTOW eSCApes from capture, Michael goes to live with two woodsmen, Pierre and Jacques. Led by Michael, the three scheme to rob passing motorists, By block- | ing a bend in the road with a lum-| ber wagon tourists are made to run down an embankment and in the confusion of rescue the watching | lumbermen rob the injured of their| purses. One day Michael goes to the rescue of a beautiful girl and her father, whose car runs wild, NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Michael Sayers Continues: “You are just in time’' she *That was a wonderful jump.” The old gentleman was in the road | by this time and gripping my hand. | “My good fellow,” he exclaimed, | “you have done a great day's work for yourself! For God's , say that you understand English. criminal, said, “I have hewn wood in Devonshire,” | I told him. “I speak English or| French, which you will.” “My name,” he announced, “is Lord | Kindersiey. You will never regret| this day's work.” | I made some attempt to descend, | but he held me in my place. “You must drive us to the next| town,” he insisted. “to Hyeres or Tou- | lon. I will reward you handsomely, but we cannot be left here, and T will| not let that wretched youth touch the | car again.” | “Where are you going to?” 1 in- ' the girl answered, —to Boulogne.” | “I will drive you to Boulogne’ T| said, “if you will give me that young man's livery papers, and recompense my comrades there for my absence. They will have to engage another| woodman.” “It is agreed,” he declared eagerly. *We shall not quarrel about terms, T promise you!" | During the whole of our four days’| journey, the girl, who sat by ry side | all the time, remained as though wrapped in her thoughts and spoke to me only after long intervals. | “How is it that vou, a woodman, | can drive a motorcar?” was her first | question. “I have not always been a wood- | man,” T answered. | “Why did you want that boy's pa- | pers?” she asked. | “Because I wish to reach Ingland | and I might find it difficult to get a | passport of my own,” I admitted. On the following day, after a pro-| longed silence, she again adopted an | interrogative tone. | “Why did you risk your life for/ us?” she asked, with curious abrupt-| ness, toward the close of a long day's run. “Because I admired the way you| were facing what seemed to be cer- tain death,” I told her. “Is it true,” she went on, “that some of the woodmen of the I"oret du Dom frequently rob travelers who have met with accidents while mo- | toring?” | “Quite true,” I admitted. “They have been known to contribute to the | accidents. I have done it myself.” | “I wish you would not tell me| those things,” she said reproachfully. “It is the truth,” I assured her. **We rather thought of wrecking your car, but I watched you coming down the hill ,and afterward I only thought of saving you.” “You are a strange person,” she declared. “Why were you masquer- ading as a woodman?" ‘Because I have wrecked other things besides motorcars,” I answered. “I was hiding from the police, This is a great opportunity for me to break away.” She sighed. “I am sorry,” she confessed. “All the same, I hope that you succeed. . e e At Boulogne I was intrusted with the car, which I drove to London and delivered according to instructions at the garage of the house in South WOMAN SUFFERED THREE MONTHS Pains in Back and Nervousness. Made Well by Lydia E. 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I have got | wonderful results from the Vegetable 0 T;drfeqmmenditveryhigh}z friends. ive you permission my Mfil‘wn?.l.’}):- Mrs, OLE M, Zl&- 8th St. So., Monte- - Another Nervous W Finds Relief : l%mch:? 1 u:xfiered for | very in my side, and if 1 was nervous and ?. 1wu sleepy all the day | ‘didn’t feel like doing anything, and % 36 of my felends told me about ; g8 o5 rhoch thar | ) 80 a = ok Besien, | Sireet, Port Huren, Mich. the morning as when I I would bite my finger | she continued softly, street, There 1 received a that the young lady, whom had avoided seeing at IPolkestone, wished to speak to me the moment 1 arrived, 1 was shown into a little sitting-room in the great house, and she came to me almost at once, “My uncle wished me to give you this,” she said, handing me an en- velope, “And I wondered"-—she raised her eyes to mine—‘whether you would care to have a little me- mento of me?" She gave me a picture of herself in a tortoise-shell frame, and I put it into my pocket with the envelope. “I shall never forget that evening," “It was a won- derful jump, wasn't it?" ‘I think, Miss Kindersley,” T said, “that you had better forget as much of the whole affair as you can, Be- lieve me, I am not a creditable ac- quaintance.” ’ “But you might be," “Won't you try?" I shook my head. { “It is too late,” I told her, “I am | a hunted man today, and shall be to| the end." In these chronicles of my life ‘there she persisted. e = “GOOD,” I SAID, “I SHALL AT- TEND THII RECEPTION WHICH I SEE IS TO FOLLOW THE CERE- MONY.” | is just one vice, the vice of cowardice, | to which I have never had to plead guilty. Just at this juncture, how-| . the sight of her small white| hand stealing out toward me, the little quiver of her proud lips, perhaps a faint waft of that perfume of which 1 had been dimly conscious on those four days when she had sat by my side, some one of these things or all of them together gripped at my heart, | filled me with a vague terror of my- self, so that I did the only thing which seemed possible—I hurried out of the room and out of the house. | . oo | Mr. Younghusband’s face was picture when I visited him next morn- ing at his offices in Loncoln's Inn, I was still in my chauffeur's livery, which, with its visored cap, afforded an excellent disguise, but he recog- nized my voice at once, and he shook in his chai | | he faltered, “this is| unw “My friend,” I answered, seating| myself at the other side of the table,| “it may be unwise but it is necessary. | I found a perfectly safe means of get- ting into England, and now that I am here I want money." He drew his check-book from the| drawer, but I brushed it one side. “I will have a thousand pounds in| Bank of England notes,” I told him, “and a draft on the Bank of England for the same amount. Send your imy track through Janet and Louisa, | event, I suppose?" do mnot know | wonderful moment of my life had ar- clerk out for it; then we can talk'" “When you are in London, I never have a moment free from anxloty,” he complained, 1 shrugged my shoulders, “I shall not trouble you much longer,” I promised, “There is an- other matter to be cleared up, though, In Marseilles I was told that Janet Soale had drawn a large sum of money from you," “It is utterly false,” the lawyer re- plied, “She has not even applied for a penny," I knew the truth then, of course, Louisa was never one to brook a rival, 1 felt a momentary compunc- tion when I thought of Janet's terror in the cafe at Marseilles, After all, although we had ceased to care for one another, she had been faithful to me after her fashion, “We heard that you were drowned at Marsyilles,” my companion re- marked, “It was a narrow escape,’ 1 ad- mitted, “Rimmington and Greyes were both over there, and they got on 1 had luck that night—and I needed it."” “Why don't you retire?" the law- ver suggested, leaning across the table. “You have sufficient money, and you are fond of the country. Why not make full use of your won- derful genius for disguise, choose some quiet spot and run no more risks?" “The matter is worth considering,"” I admitted. “There are a few little affairs to straighten out first, though."” Mr. Younghusband looked at me curiously; then he laid his forefinger upon the copy of the Times which he had been studying when 1 entered the office. “You are interested in tomorrow’s “What event?” I inquired. The lawyer shrugged his shoulders. I could see quite well that he did not | believe in my ignorance. “The marriage of your old friend Norman Greyes." 1 stared across the table incredu- lously. “I have, indeed, been living out of the worid,” I observed. “Whom is he marrying?” “Do you mean to tell me that you * he demanded. “Of course I don't,” I replied a little irritably. “You seem to forget where I have been for the last four months.” “Norman Greyes is marrying the lady whom I have met as Mrs, Stan- field. She calls herself now Janot| Soale.” | That was, undoubtedly, one of the | shocks of my life. I held out my hand for the Times and read the little H announcement: “Good!" 1 said, “I shall attend the reception which I see is being given after the ceremony. Tt will be inter- csting to see Norman Greyes' taste in rearls. 1 see that he is having his collection strung as a wedding present for his wife.” “If you do, you're a madman,” the lawyer declared angrily. “Madmen for luck!” I replied. P Janet Takes Up the Story: It was exactly two months after T had left Marseilles when Norman Greyes walked into my little sitting- room in Smith street, Westminster, where I was busy typing a play for the agency which occasionally sent me work. Bafore I had got over my surprise at his coming, I felt his arms around me—and every atom of strength leaving my body. The most rived!" “When will you marry me, Janet® he asked a littie later on, when he had set me back in my chair and seated himself by my side. “Marry you?” 1 gasped. you talk of such things!” “Simply because they have to be | talked about before they can be un- dertaken,” he replied. “I look upen you as Michael's widow, but you have never cared for him as you are going to care for me."” (Continued in Our Next Issue.) “How can WILLIAMS FEELING BETTER. Chicago, March 31.—Claude “Lef- ty” Williams, former pitcher for the Chicago White Sox, who is ill with pneumonia in a hospital here, was re- ported as “feeling much better” last MUNYON'S Dyspepsia Remedy ‘Will enable you to eat what you like and all you like, rea dizzineny, con- stipation, nervous! d sleeplesanens ; old ste hs almost as a s e mich biosd aod Dol up the whole syntem. MUNYON'S, Scranton, Pa, VOICES IN THE AIR KDKA (Westinghouse—East Pittsburgh). Saturday, March 31 6:00—Organ recital Motiod Pigture theater, Howard R. Webb, organist Giant Wurlitzer, 7:00—Current Events, Bvening Lamp,” conducted Youth's Companion { to the little folks by mtime Lady. 8:00—Drama to be the school of drama, Carnegie tute, Pittsburgh. 8:30—Concert by Patti Rude ridge, contralto; Mrs, Robert E. King, soprano; Bertram S, Webber and Richard Kountz, accompanists; Fran- cis Cooper, piano; Marie Kleyle, vio- lin. from Cameo Pittsburgh, at the “Under the by the presented by Insti- Bald- Sunday 10:45—S8ervices of the Point Breeze Presbyterian church, Pittsburgh. Rev. Percival H. Barker, minister. 2:30—Bible story for the children] by Rev. W. A. Logan, pastor of Alpha Lutheran church, Turtle Creek, Pa. 2:45—Sacred concert. 4:00—Organ recital by Dr. Chas. Heinroth, organist and director of music of the Carnegie Institute, Pitts-| burgh, Pa., direct from the Carnegie music hall. 4:45-—~Vesper services of the Shady- side Presbyterian church, Pittsburgh. Rev. Hugh Thomson Kerr, pastor. 7:30—Services of the Calvary Epis- copal church, Pittsburgh. Rev. E. J. Van Etten, rector. . WIZ (Westinghouse—Newark.) Saturday 7:00—"Uncle Wiggily Howard R. Garis, author. 8:30—*"Fashions,” by an editor of Harper's Bazar. 8:45—Concert by Muriel H. Wilson, a young lyric soprano will known to concert audiences of Brooklyn, N. Y. and New Jersey. 9:00—"Japan and the U. 8. Navy," by Mabel Washburn, National Histor- ical society, New York city. 9:15—Continuation of program by Miss Wilson. 9:9—"Current Topics” by the In- stitute for Public service. 9:40—Concert by the quartet of Passaic, N, J. 10:01—Concert by an Ampico ar- tist. 10:30—Continuation of program by Mars Male quartet. Sunday 10:30-—DMusical program. 11:00—Morning services from the West End Preshyterian church, Am- sterdam avenue and 105th St, New York. Sermon by Rev. A, Edwin Keigwin, D.D. 4:45—"Viking Tand; or Yesteryear and Today in Scandinavia,” by Wirt W. Barnitz, World Traveler. 6:30—Readings and records from the “Bubble Books that Sing,” by Ralph Mayhew, Harper & Bros. 7:00—Coming events cast their shadows before—what present world shadows augur. | 17:15—Estey from the Istey Stories,” by Mars Male direct New organ recital Auditorium, night. DOINGS OF THE DUFFS WELL, GOODBY, LENA- I'M LEAVING TODAY- | WANT TO SAY THAT YOU ARE A GOOD COOK - $ALES NA MEM OuT \ITH THAT GANG OVER AT ™ ?oo\z;:‘i‘gon AGAN LAST NIGHT, EH ? GOODBY, MISS HORTON - SORRY Jo SEE Yov Go- You ARE A FINE NURSE - MY BUT THAT SW MAN $AM GOOD BFTEANOON !\~ YASS- AN THEN YA COME. 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