New Britain Herald Newspaper, August 22, 1923, Page 10

T H0E YECLOW SEVEN: THE BARRIER_ OF ol!n SERVICT: InC.(928 - —— BEGIN HERE TODAY Enid.: Bromley, - daughter of Chard Bromley, is visiting at the home of Captain John Hewitt, Commissioner o Police at Jesselton, Rritish North Bonneo. Bromley is new manager of the = Baniak-Baniak rubber estate. ‘He fssues invitations to a house warming when he opens his new quarters, Peter Pennington, in love with Hewitt's sister, Monica Viney, is detailed by the government to appre- hend Chai-Hung, Chinese bandit. Jocelyn Gwynne tells Pennington that Dromley has no daughter. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Chard Bromley was in his element, | His tall figure moved everywhere. He was undeniably handsome and the dark hair going gray at the sides lent | an air of distinction. His ordinarily pale cheeks were slightly flushed and, as the meal wore on, his flood of con- versation increased in volume until every eye of the room was fixed upon him. It seemed to Monica, who lost nothing, that he had caught some- thing of the sparkle of the vintage he had unearthed; but his glass re- mained as she had first seenit—and when he joineéd in a toast his lips touched the surface of the fluid and that was all, It is possible that Mrs. Viney was prejudiced. She had started with a vaguely conceived dislike for Enid and it was not altogether unnatural for her to extend this animosity to- ward her father. But, quite apart from this, there was something abou! . Chard ‘Bromley that repelled her. He seemed to be acting a part, to be as- suming a cultured accent rather than talking naturally, and—eyeing him furtively—she noticed that he glanced at frequent intervals at his watch. Enid—pale, glittering and amaz- ingly turned out, greeted Hewitt with affected warmth. The meal was finished. During the simultaneous pushing back chairs Monica found Dawson at her side. “It's all wrong, Mrs. Viney,” he was saying. “He can't possibly expect us to dance after this. Two-thirds of the men are bottled already, or well on the way toward it. The rest of 'em have laid such a solid founda- tion that they won't care about in- dulging in serious exercise. Hullo! Here's young Gwynne! What an un- holy hour to roll up!” *“He's brought a friend, too,” added Monica, turning slightly to scrutinize a dapper man in immaculate whites who had not troubled to remove his lopee. Suddenly a woman screamed. Tt was at that moment Mrs. Viney saw that Gwynne held Chard Bromley covered with a businesslike automatic. “Don't move, Mr. Soames!” he said coldly, “Caplain Hewitt, do you mind’ seeing Miss Mayne doesn't The Commissioner started to his fect, his forehead wrinkled. *1 mean the woman who calls her- seif Enid Bromley. Soames, now we're all here, perhaps you'll be good enough to tell us why Chai-Hung paid your passage to Borneo!—why sou kidnapped the real Chard Brom- ley and dumped him in a cellar in the Chinese quarter at Singapore!-— and what you and your confederate hope to gain by all this!” He con- cluded with an eloquent sweep of his tree hand. Women looked from one to the other with startled eyes, men sprang from their seats and groped for their hip-pockets. x “What's all this mean, Gwynne?” demanded Hewitt. The younger man beckoned to his companion, *“This is the real Chard Bromley,” “But—?" gasped Dawson. The sentence was never concluded, for, with surprising suddenness, every | light went out. At the same time a distant, muffled explosion rent the outer air. There followed a scene of indeserib- | able confusion, of pandemonium above which Gwynne's voice could be heard shouting for somebody to stop Boames. | Hewitt gathered his scattered wits. “Keep quite still everybody,” he ordered. - “Dawson, find that itch.” After an appreciable interval the| light came on, revealing a chaotic mingling of overturned tables and| scattered or broken crockery. There | was no sign of Inid or Soames or| the native waiters in the white coats. | The man who had been nearest the| actor had. vanished, too. He re- turned almost immediately, wild-eyed and breathless. “It's the Yellow Seven,” he panted excitedly. = “They've fired the forest. That swine must have known all| about it; he’s been felling trees for | weeks. The whole estate’s surround- | ed by a circle of flame, Tt'll be upon | us before we know where we are!” DO IT ALL Soap banishes only dirt. Tt cannot kil the germs that lurk in many clean-looking , ful. Busy dealers sell 15¢c, 35¢c, 65¢c, and $1.25. THESULPHO-NAPTHOL CO. Boston, Mass. SYLPHO~ NATHOL - it— of | looking | | But yesterday she FIRE- B8Y EpMUND SKeLL, NAUSTRATED RW.SaTERFIELD The real Chard Bromley came for- ward, “The assistants had ‘better get their men out at once,” he said, “and be- gin clearing a line round the outer boundary of the estate, As far as I've been able to gather, the outer sections have been more recently planted, There's still a sporting chance, 'if they all pull together, of saving the bulk of the rubber. Which is Mr. Richards?" A man standing close » behind Hewitt held up his arm. * "It there a boat to get the ladies away in?" “There was a motor-boat, sir; I'm afraid this Soames feller have taken it."” t down after him as quickly as u can. Turn out the coolies—you others—and get busy.” Hé rapped out the words like a man accustomed to command. but will | { | | | A DARK I"ORM S§HOT UP FROM THE WATER, DUCKED TO AVOID | SOAMES' I'IRE, THEN FELL UPON | HIM, d the Commissione ly, “col'ect the ladies and get| t]‘r‘nl down to the shore. The reat of us had better hurry to the scene of action right’ away."” LR Dawson, amiable, undisturbed, con- | ducted his ladies through the avenue of waving rubber, chatting all the while with the volubility of a Cook's guide. The light from the encircling conflagration aided their progress and they emerged on to a narrow strip of sand to see two figures knee-deep in the shallows, in the act of launch- ing a boat, As Dawson dashed forward, a dark | form shot from the water, ducked smartly to avoid Soames' fire, then fell upon him with the swiftness and judgment of a panther. The two men closed in a frenzied combat and the actor’'s pistol spoke again. The bullet must have singed his assailant’s side—so close did the flash seem— and the girl who had called h(‘l‘n(‘lfl Enid Bromley uttered a little gasping | cry. She fell against the boat, one hand pressed to her side, then rolleu awkwardly downward, splashing be- neath the undeluating “surface of the! incoming sea. 3 # There were two things uppermost | in Dawson's mind—to aid the man! who had tackled Soames and to save | the vessel from capsizing. He was relieved from the former duty, how- ever, by the sound of an exultant “Got you—my friend,” as he came up with them, “Pennington!" | “You can bet your life!"” laughed the other, snapping something over Soames’ wrists, “I started out with voung Gwynne, but fancied this'd be the locality where some of the amuse- ment'd take place.” “He paid me to do this,” he said dully. Pennington nodded. is simply famous forherLemonPies. told me her secret, she makes them with D& C Lemon Pie Filling. Why don’t you make yours that way?” | $ALESMAN $AM WELL SAM, THE BIG £ RNE 1S TOMORAOW o T m.l — | stretched across his chest—and VEP- AND BUERYTHINGS ALL SET \ NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, WEDNESDAY, AUGUST *I don't think I care what happens to me-~now. kvery hand was against me over there, [ didn't let myself realize. what all this preparation ac- tually meant. If I'd been normal I'd never have shot Richards—or her." A man came racing from the dark- ness. He tripped over a root, re- covered himself and recognized HSoames, “You swine!” he sereamed. darned swine! The coollies have struck. They're leaning on their axes down there now. Chai-Hung's told them to, and they're doing noth- ing till heitells them otherwise,, This is your doing!” It came to Pennington in a flash, “Shut up, Bourne,” he said quictly. “I think I've found a way out.” The other choked down his wrath, Soamps,” broke in Pennington, “Have you got your makeup box handy?" Soames started. “It's in my kit somewhere," P “Then come on, for the love of heaven. Bourne, nip down and tell Hewitt I'm here,” . Into the light of the conflagration where white men stripped. to the waist tolled like ' fiends—and swart Chinamen stood sullenly resting on their implements, there walked with placid dignity an immense Oriental with white tunic and baggy black trousers. A gold watch chain his Wi . “You .. left arm rested in a scarf that knotted behind his neck. . At sight of him the coolies fell prone and the Britishers remained momentarily mo- tionless, staring before them in in- credulous amazement. “My God!" said Hewitt. Hung!"” One single phrase, guttural penetrating, escaped the pursed lips of the arch-bandit: “‘Obey your white masters.” He paused only to watch the elec- trical effect of his utterance; then gtrode back through the trees. Hew- itt, gazing after him in bewilderment, saw GRynne slip after him, revolver in hand. “I don’t know what his game is," he shouted back over his shoulder, “but he's not getting away with it like that!" The Commissioner dropped his axe and ran for ail he was worth, He was ten yards from Gwynne when he fired with deadly accuracy. When Chai-Hung pitched forward on his face, Hewitt was aware of an enormous weight lifted from mind. He was glad somehow that he hadn't done but Chai-Hung dead-—! Tt would mean the beginning of a new e Gwynne was on urned suddenly. “It's not Chai-Hung. Tt's—! Hewitt, are we all going mad?" The Commissioner, a choking sen- sation in his throat, realized that Soames had played his last part. (The Wisdom of Rabat-Pilai,” the next episode of this gripping series, will start in our next issue.) “Chai- and up his knee, He his | THE AIR @ICES N KDEA (Westinghouse—East Pittsburgh). 22 1923 6:00 p. m.—Baseball scores. 6:15 p. m,—Dinner concert. 790 p. m.—Baseball scores, 7:05 p. m.—Dinner concert contin- ued, 7:30 p. m.—The Literary period. 7:45 p. m~—The children’s period. 8:00 p. m.—Baseball scores, 8:06 p. m. -Adr&uu. 8:20 p. m,.—Contert by the KDKA Little Symphpny orchestra. 9:45 p. m.~—National Stockman and Faymer Market report, 10:00 p. m.—Bascball scores. WBZ (Westinghouse—8Springfleld). 7:00 p. m.—Baseball scores. Articles of interest to the farmer, prepared by the New Engiand Homestead, a week- ly paper published in the interest of the farmer. 7:30 p. m.—Bedtime story for the children. Z 7:40 p. m.—"Common.Eye Injuries’ a talk by Frank E. Dow, Northampton, Mass. 7:50 p., m.—Humorous program. 8:00 p. m.—Baschall scores. Musi- cal concert by Grace Loomis Kempton, soprano; Elmer Paddock, bariton Marion Abbot, planist; Fabriolp Richardson, soprano, assisted by the ‘WBZ Trio. "9:00 p. m.—Baseball scores. Bed- time story for grownups prepared by Origon 8., Marden, of Success Maga- zine, | WIZ (Aeolian Hall, N. Y. City). 7:30 p., m.—Return request program by Josef Wolfe, noted-dramatic bari- tone. % 7:46 p. m.—"The Progress of the World,” by Review of Reviews, 8:00 p. m.—Return request program | by Josef Wolfe. 8:15 p. m.—Goldman Band concert. 10:00 p. m.—Concert by the Music Students' League of N (American Tel. and Tel. Co., N. Y.) 7:30 p. m.—Dorothy Rodgeville, | dranfatic soprano,; accompanied by Paul Haeussler. Talk by courtesy of American Agri- culturist, Tenor”solos by James Mec- Kinley Rose. 9:00 p. m.—Browning, King and Company's Wednesday night dance. Complete radio sets and supplies at Henry Morans,’” 3656 Main street, op- posite Myrtle St.—advt. Publicity’s Glare Mary Miles Minter, movie st ar, following publication of state- ments purporting to be her own, admitting her love for William paper men can't find her. iDesmnnd Taylor, slain dirvector, has sought the seclusion of Hol- ilywood. So great was the reaction to the nation-wide publicity | . } |she received, that she deserted her usual routine and now news- o I SEARCH FOR GIRL DEEPENS MYSTERY Greatest Hunt Ever Under Way i New York Kidnapping New York, Aug. 2%—Lillian Mec- Kenzie, three months old daughter of a truckman, is the objective of the going on four days—sifice the disap- pearance of wealthy Dorothy Arnold thirteen years ago. Nor:is there par- allel in the last décade of criminal an- nals for the widespread sympathetic interest, on the part of both the pub- lic and the police, that has ' been elicited by the kidnapping of the six pound mite of humanity. Neariy 175 detectives, including six- ty-five students in the Detective School on the old Elizabeth street police station, who were assigned to the case yesterday, have joined in the search for the stolen baby, working against time and now almost* against hope to find her before she dies .of malnutrition. | of the Second Detective Division, who is directing thc- quést, said not since 1910 has such a large force .of de- tectives been detailed to hunt a miss- ing or kidnapped person in. this city. Besides the 175 detectives on special assignment, general orders to fook for the child have been issued to all the 12,000 members of the New York Po- lice Department. Strangest Mystery Not only does the hunt for Lillian approximate the Dorothy Arnold case in the number of searchers, Capt. Funston said, but it'is to go down in police records as perhaps an even stranger mystery. In his fiftgen years with the department he retalls " no other kidnapping investigation where police had so-little information on which- to weork. ~This is ail the stranger because Lillian, was stolen from her carriage in broad daylight on crowded Sixth avenue .at Eigh- teenth' street while her mother stop- ped in a store. Capt. Funston said he received yes- terday a score of tglephone calls and half as many personal visits from per- sons who wished to offer suggestions or clews to the kidnapping. Out of the mass of this information and misin- formation stood last night, he said, only the negative fact that apparently no one but the kidnapper actually sdaw the baby lifted from her carriage and that no one else has seen her singe. A half dozen persons who contended they were eyewitnesses were examined by Capt. Funston, but questioning showed they had not been near the scene of the crime at the time of its commission Saturday morning. The official said he presumed these volun- teer informants were suffering from hallucinations, since not one was able to describe the -surroundings, not to speak of supplying real information. Ask Only Genuine iInformation The large number of persons who gought to inject themselves into the case without knowing anything about Snapshots. TRKES UP STAND BY INFORMATICN BOOTH.AND IDLY WATCHES PASSING CROWD DECIPES PERWAPS HE'D BET TAKE A LOOK ROUND STATION TFOR HER, GLUYAS WILLIAMYS All's Well! MANBE. (T 19! HOW DO “OU KNOW BUT WHAT S0MEBODY WILL STERL SWPERSITION? TONIGHT ? 2 Z, I KEEP A WATH ON TH' HORSE ALL NIGHT greatest missing persgn hunt—now | Capt. William H. Funston, in charge |_ SUDDENLY REALI2ES SHE'S LATER THAN USUAL. COMPARES WATCH -WITH $TA= TION CLOCK RETURNS IN PANK LEST SHE MIGHT, HAVE COME WHILE HE-WAS GONE AND NOT HAVE WAITED (C) Wheeler Syn. Inc. it\ caused the parents, Mr. and Mrs. Peter McKenzie of 284 West Twelfth street to make an appeal to the public last night not to try to ridiculé, even thus {Adirectly, the grief of the mother and father. Mr, McKenzie asked that no one serid letters to ‘him or to the police unless the letters contain genu- ine information, One ‘of the most valuable bits of in- formation supplied to.the police was the story of Charles Bausch, of 243 West Sixteenth street, p postman and an uncle of ‘Mrs. McKenzle, that as he was delivering mail Monday at the ten cent store from in front of which Lillian’ was stolen he was accosted by a tall, woman, dressed in black, who asked 'him if he knew where the mother of 'the McKenzie child was, - Bausch said hg knew nothing of the abduction because he had just return- ed from his vacation, But when he went home and .read newspaper ac- counts. of the crime he went at once th the McKenzie apartment and thence tothe police station. He said she wore no'hat and was dressed shabbily. Capt. Funston yesterday assigned a detective to go with Bausch over his postal route to look for the woman, but they did. not meet her: Police were inclined to believe that the woman Bausch saw was connected with the kidnapping, since other in- formants have told of seeing women clothed in similar, manner. Capt. Fun- ston said all the meager information that has been received tends to show that a woman toole the baby. v PARTY FOR MISS SINCKO. An enjoyable party was held Mon- day evening at the Home of Miss Katherine Sincko of 39 '1'ranklin street in honor of her 18th birthday. Miss Sincko received many gifts. Vo- cal- selections were rendered by Miss Anna Krawitz and Wesley. Kohl. The Misses Verd and Mary Krawitz énter- tained ‘with dances and violih' selec- tions were given by Idward “Breft, accompanied by Miss Sincko. Danchig was ‘enjoyed and a buffet lunch was served. s BUSINESS CHANGES, Angelo and Lucia . Valente haye purchased a store at 107 -Lafayette street, formerly conducted by Nicola Messina and Calogéro Insalco. X Peter Asustas, who conducts-a bar=- ber shop at 417 West Main. street, has filed with the town clerk a notice of intent to sell to Sarkis Torisian, on September 4. R by A barber shop at 46 Dwight sfreet will be sold September 4 by Orlando Squillace to Antonio Carson, a notice filed ‘at the town clerk's office indi- cates. To Make Us Cry Raquel Meller, beautiful Spanish tragedienne, has been callec one of the greatest living actresses by some critics in Paris. is coming to tour America in November. : By GLUY. Portrait of A Man Waitii.g For His Wife. SEES HER (CMING AND 5IGNALS JOY- OUSLY 'HERE HE 15 CEILI SWE REALLY DE- ™ THIS TIME TRAMES UP JLST WHAT HE'LL SAY WE'LL ALAN SAFE.- 9A GOOD IDER, GUZ 'L DO \T FINDS IT-WASN'T SHE ARTER ALL CENTRES ‘HI5 AT- TENTION ON SUDDENLY SERVES A TALKING: SOMETHING tdY HAVE HAPPENED TO HER - R R SOMETHING - YOU' (ANT TELL TRESE DAYS She AS WILLIAMS WONDERS I SHE THOUGHT HE SAID TO MEET HIM AT NEWS:| STAND INSTEAD OF INFORMATION BOOTH SEES HER COMING. 15 'S0 .RELIEVED {KS N BY SWAN THAT'LL. HOLD HIM BETTER THAN A WATH WiLL