New Britain Herald Newspaper, October 2, 1923, Page 10

NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, TUESDAY, OCTOBER 2, 1623, " @mmmm LB BRINTANTS - BA1EL B THE RIDGWAY ComraRY, [ REGIN HERE TODAY Hope Ranger, daughter of Loring % , disappears after lunching at with her friend, Luecia . A hundred-thousand.dellar veward is offered by Hope's father for the return of his daughter. Eustice Highy, attorney and friend of Ranger, assists in the search. Juarer Charlle, adventurer, and life- long friend of Loring, comes with a Measage from Hope's abduetors, 1t is #ent to Charlie with Instructions to tell his friend to buy a hat for Hope and leave it at a specified place Charlle tells Loring that his daugh- ter is in the hands of & group of oriminals caled the Combine, Frank Bryan is Ranger's private secretary George Kelsey is detained at a private sanitarium, NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY . It was disappointing for Kelsey to find that he had only a stray sheet of & Bunday supplement two or three weeks old, entirely taken up with the disappearance of a girl called Hoph Ranger and illustrated with pletures of her reproduced from photographs, paintings and sketches . The sense of some one being near Bim rather than the perception of an actual presence roused him finally from his brown study . A girl was standing a few feet away from him, regarding him steadily, her hands clasped before her, The Involuntary smile of recogni- tion died on his lips as he stood up, He had thought at first—a resem- blance only, but to whom? Where bhad he seen—recently? He graspen it. 'One of the nurses, Miss Copely. He had talked to her the day before. But he had now a swift impression of grace and charm, of a distinction which the nurse did not possess. “Good morning,” he broke the si- lence which was becoming awkward, “For a moment I thought you were Miss Copley.” “Did you?” she asked vaguely, Her wolce confirmed the impression of charm. It was warm, faintly vibrat- ing. @ “Miss Copley is a nurse here,” he explained. “‘She resembles you very much. I thought she might be your sister.” 8She came nearer him and sat down on the bench, motioning him to re- sume his seat. . "Are you a patient here, too?" Kelsey had an uncertain temper which he had taught himself to con- trol; but at ‘her question a flare of anger swept over his face, which slowly congealed to an icy repression. “Am I a patient?” He had turned 1n his seat, and she saw that the flame still lingered in his hot blue eyes. There were white dents about the corners of his mouth; his voice was “ rough; the inflections were satirical “Well, that is as you look at it. T was house physician here for a few weeks. 1 resigned—for reasons. My resignation was accepted and I packe "’ my things and prepared to leave. 1 needed a car to take me to the sta- tion, as it was some distance. There were polite excuses—all the cars were in'use. I started to walk, hoping I'd get a lift on the road; the gates were lccked. 1 atteupted to throw my hags over the wall and scramble after them." Two men closed in on me, I Jost ‘my head and struck.out, but they were too much for me. Our superin- tendent had grown so fond of me, you see, that he couldn't bear to part. So He elevated me to the rank of patient. I am still here—for the presen#.” “That means—you intend to away?”’ she leaned nearer him whisper. ~“I'm talking nonsense, he began stiffly; but she touched him lightly on the arm . “Dr. Bristow is coming,” she mur- mured, ‘‘Give me a pencil quick, and walt here. I will come back—if 1 can”" ‘Wondering alike at the quick el {n her manner and at the pur- pose of her request, he gave her the . pencil, and she moved away, to stand listlessly turning it in her hands and looking vacantly before her. The superintendent of the ton eame striding across the toward them. | A8 twhays, he was fastidiously | dregsad—a gray morning suit and a | gray woft hat. - The luster of a splen- did black pearl shone in his mauve necktle. - “'Well, Mi Copley”—he stopped befors the girl and spoke in the | sympathétic, slightly bantering tone of 'a physician to a convalescent patient ='"this is better than moping over re- ret to institu- lawn eSesesT Makes a Family S oF Cough Romedy Really better than ready-made syrups, and saves about §2. quickly pre| 3 1f you combined the curative proper. ties of every known “ready-made” cough remedy, you probably could not get as much real curative power as there is in this simple home-made cough syrup, which is easily prepared in a few minutes. % Get from any druggist 233 ounces of Pinex, pour it into a pint bottle and fill the bottle with svrup, using either rlain granulated sugar syrup, clarified molasses, honev, or corn syrup, as de- tired. 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Wayme, > a%k vour | Jeeted manuseripts, don't you think " Bhe still stared before her, “He gave me this penell,” she sald; “but he wouldn't give me any paper.” Fhe moved on droopingly toward the , Kelsey." Dr. Bris. t low It was said that he had never been heard to raise it above that modulated piteh, To do 80 Was unnecessary; it was sufficiently authoritative without emphasis, “You have heen making friends with Miss Copley, 1 see.” The renfark was sey divined undercurr “Is that her name?" he asked un- ual, but Kel- SHE SAT DOWN ON THE BENCH, MOTIONING HIM TO RESUME HIS BEAT. interestedly, Sisters?" The gloctor's eyes were on him, “Yes—a sad case. Hopeless, 1 fear, She wanted to be a writer, T have seen some of her manuscripts. Pretty bad. There was one fair story, though, of a little seamstress who fell in love with an actor's picture, He played Mercutio. That was one of your favorite parts, I believe,” “You're in one of your. inventive moods today,” Kelsey said insolently. “Have you entirely forgotten the hit you made in that part?” Bristow was now, as Kelsey expressed it to him- self, baiting him for fair. “Can't you recall the duel sé®ne where you stag- ger back into the arms of your sup- porters, the house still? 'Tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but ‘twill serve. A plague o' hoth your houses!' They the thunders of applause.” x Kelsey was a little pale from his effort at self-control, his mouth ‘was rigid. “Who that had ever lived through such an inspiring experience could torget it?” he murmured with cxag- gerated: enthusiasm. "Good!" Bristow's tone was gratti- fled. “You are coming along nicely, my dear boy.” ‘With a pleasant nod, he turned away and stepped back to the drive where his car was waiting. Kensey's face was black as he looked after him. Tost in his resent- ment and sense of injury, he had for- gotten the girl, It was with a start that he realized that she had come tack and was seating herself beside him, “Give me some paper,” she said im- peratively, Studying her, curious to see® what she would say or do next, Kelsey took a note-book from his pocket and tearing out a few sheets, handed them to her. Ste began to write—words, words, dots, dashes, anything. Her head was hent over the paper. Any one watching her would have thought her absorbed in her task. But, while she wrote, she talked in a rapid un- dertone. “You are an actor,” she said ac- cusingly. “I overheard some of the things he said to you. Perhaps you were only acting when you spoke of him to me “I never was an actor,” rupted harshly. “That’'s Bristow's little game, I am what T told you, George Kelsey, a physician who has specialized in mental diseases. But who are you? That's more to the point just now. I made a snap diag- nosig of you, when I saw you first, as a drug-addict—-your pallor, your eyes. But they don't admit them here, Amnesia, then? That means your memory of past events is blotted out. Yet L. don't believe, for all you say, that yours is even touched."” CHAPTER VIIIL. “I thought it might be. half- he inter- An attendant making his leisurely | rounds paused near the rustic bench on which Kelsey and the girl were sit- ting, and speculatively measured the distance between them and the wall with his eyes. men whe had hindered his egvess when he tessed his lugsege over the gate and attempied to climb after it; and meeting that heavy, susplelous glanee, lifted his brows and drooped his mouth simulating a bored and weary resignation which was further borne out by his inert, lounging at- , remembering a pain- 80 sustained In their imated encounter, twin- kled his small eyes, grinned and walked on, deriving a malicious pleas- ure from ignoring what he took to he Kelsey's 8 O 8, eall for relief, The girl paid ne attention to either of them. Her head bent aver the note-book, she covered its pages with a rvacing pencil apparently eblivieus to everything about her, “He's gone,” murmured Kelsey when the guard had moved out of ear-shot “Now tell me." “It's all rather confusing to ma" she said at last, evidently hesitating to commit herself; “w place, 1 mean, and the keeping me here, and all, And 1 would like to get things clear, Per- haps it would help, if you would tell me first what you are doing here?" “Very well,” he smiled quizzically; sinee you prefer it that way, But reason if 1 stop short at any time, you'll un- derstand that it's because some one is about, “I won't go into my first meeting with Bristow and all that," He talked rapidly and in short sentences, mov- ing his lips as little as possible, “ came here as an assistant physician, and liked it. The place is splendid- Iy run and up to date, An Invalu- able experience for me, for a little while anyway, Then one day-—no need going into detalls now—I over. heard a conversation between Bristow and a visitor, 1 didn't listen inten- tlonally of course, but 1T was in such a position that I ‘couldn’t help it This visitor was deseribing the theft of a lot of valuable jewels, and consult- ing Rristow about the it method of disposing of them, And Bristow made no bones about giving his as- sistance-—on a fifty-Aifty basis, He Iaid out a whole scheme, told the fel- low just what to do, giving the names of persons and places.” He paused, as If expecting her to question his statement. “It doesn't surprise ‘me a bit,” she said, Arawing in her breath sharply. “Bristow discovered me, of course. He ended the conversation short, and sent the man away. Ie never turned a halr, T'll say that for him;' he's great in an emergency. But his eyes, they went through me like a diamond - drill.” (Continued in Our Next Issue) LOOKS LIKE HONARGHY Reports From Bavaria Meagre But Monarchists Element is Strong— News is Censored. London, Oct. 2.—Censorship in Ger- many, applying to the foreign corres- pondents as well as to the German newspapers has resulted in encourag- ing belief here that things in the Reich are going from bad to worse. Full details of the revolt at Kues- trin are la .ing, but reports received in London indicate the probability that affair was somewhat trivial. 1In any event, the character of Kruestrin, according to some of the commenta- tors here, would itself be of com- paratively small consequences. The town contains one of the chain of fortresses constructed many years ago to protect against a possible Russian advance and is of little modern mili- tary value, The chief anxiety of the moment continues to center in Bavaria where royalist sentiment is supposed to be moving rapidly toward the re-estab- lishment of the monarchy. 400 REBELS CAUGHT Germans Who Revolted Yesterday At Kuestrin Are Taken Prisoners and Are Disarmed. By The Associated Press, Berlin, Oct. 2.—It is officially an- nounced that the participants in the insurrection mt Kuestrin yesterday numbering about 400 men, have heen captured and = disarmed. The rebels lost one killed and several wounded. There were no losses among the gov- ernment forces. The troops ordered to Kuestrin as reinforcements are re- turnifig to thelr stations. In the opinion of officials here the revolt actually served a useful pur- pose inasmuch as it gave notice that the government was prepared to put down immediately any attempts at insurrection. Chancellor Stresemann uled to go beforc the Reic day to outline government policies in the Ruhr and Rhineland as well as its present position toward reparations negotiations. ATTACK SPANISH TROOPS, London, Oct. 2.—A Riff attack on the Spanish position in Morocco be- gan two days ago and is proceeding vigorously, says a Tangier dispatch to Kelsey recognized him as one of the |the Daily Express ‘ $ALESMAN $AM TEY'- CONT YU RERD THAT SN = "NQ ROpD* ? ‘| Roger W. Babson. KDKA (Westinghouse— East Pittsburgh) Tuesday, October 3, 1923 T p. m-—Haseball seregs 1:05 p. m~Dinner concert, tinued. 1:30 p. m.—Feature, T P mo~"Mother Nature's Won- ders,” by “Lady from the Deep Weeods." § p. mo~Basehall seores 805 p, m.—~Features. 8:30 p, m.—~National Stockman and Farmer Market reports, 8:45 p. m.~Coneert by the Carlson Brothers Baxophone quartet, assisted by lLaura Statska, soprano; Mrs, M, E, Good at the plano. con: WBZ (Westinghouse—8pringfield) T p. mo—RBaseball scores of American and National leagues, 7:80 p. m~Twilight Tales for the kiddies, World market survey from the Dept, of Commerce at Boston, , m,~Concert by Harriet Ely, pianist, # p. m.~Raseball story for grown.ups Marden, the scores, Pedtime by Orison 8, WEAF (American TgJ, and 7¢I, Co, N, Y.) 7:40 p. m.~United Daily sports talk by Thornton Fisher. Zimbler Trio and Marguerite White, soprano, Richard E. Enright, police commis. sloner of New York eity In one of a series of talks on police problems. “The Charm of the Troplcs for a Bird Lover,” by James P, Chapin, un- der the auspices of the American Museum of Natural Higtory., Point recital by Mrs, Judson House, con- tralto, Savelll Valevitch, Russian tenor and Mrs, I'rancis Hafner, plan- Ist, 10 p. m.—Concert Military Band. WGI (American Radlo and Research Corp., Medford Hillside, Mass.) by McCann's 6:30 p. m.—RBoston police reports, 6:45 p. m.—Code practice, lesson No. 125. 7 p. m. — Evening program. 1. Weekly business report compliled by 2. Evening con. cert by the Harmony orchestra of Tufts college. WGY (General Electric Co.—Schenectady, . m.—Baseball scores. . m.—Musical program. (Acollan Hall, N. Y. City) 7:30 p. m.~—Final baseball scores. National and American leagues. 7:35 p. m.—The' Belgenland or- chestra, ‘courtesy of the Red Star Line. o 7:45 p. m.—A “University of the Air” talk, arranged by the Alexander Hamilton Institute, by A. Withington Taylor. §'p. m.—"Broadcasting Broadway," a review of current plays gnd play- ers, 8:15 p. m,-—The concert of the Red Star Liner "Belgenland” orchestra. 8:50 p. m.—"Etiquette”, a ‘Double- day Page talk. 9 p. m.—Musical program. 10 p. m.—Dance program by the Hotel Astor Roof orchestras, by di- rect wire from the Hotel Astor. 11 p. m. — Resumption. of the dance program by the Hotel Astor Roof orchestra. MAYONNAISE BELATED CONFESSION MAY SHOW LEO FRANK INNOCENT | »anes rreeses i prison 'u.' confesslon, (i Jouraal Man Lgnohed Por Murder of Girl Was | .oed & negre, Jim Conley, Not FHer Slayer, Acconding Sestimeny_ in - the o Slatenient Atlanta, Ga., Oet, 2.—~FEchoes of the famous Leo Frank case were revived here yesterday when the Atlanta Journal published & story munul & veputed confession that a negre and not Frank killed Mary Phagan, had been brought to light again with the discovery that the confession had never been fully inyestigated, Frank, after his sentence of death had been commuted to life imprison- ment by Gevernor §i by & meb from the state farm Milledgeville to a nt near Mapi- etta, the home of lain girl, and | of Used 87 Years for Liver llls MMT“'- and Proved Mothers:- Read this advertisement to your children . Made in the moonbeams by the fairy Queen specially for boys and girls. So __he.wrote a letter to the Fairy Queen and ed her_what special candies the boys *“and girls would like best of all. He didn't get an answer—right awa And he began to feel very, very disap- pointed. But all the time, the fairies must have been working. Probably they came down the moonbeams, long after the Kandy Man had locked up and gone home. For, what do you think? The Mothers! This Kiddies Box was designed by a mother. het to have a voice in In eacl wou wi to ‘‘Mother.” i1l yor d give our frank opinion of the Kibbe's :(n(dd’g l‘ly Look for the slip. Bedtime Stories. “There's Somebody Downstairs" Oopyright, 1923, by The McClure Newspaper Syndicatc. HAS RIS ATTENTION CALLED TO CURIOUS NOISES BELOW NOISES AT ALL ALY =N TAKES AS LONG AS HE POS- SIBLY: CAN IN (& TTING INTO His ‘BATHROBE TRIES TO oo SEES NO REASON FOR DELAYING TCO LONG TR AN ANSWER. SAYS 'WHO'S THERE'IN VOICE HE TRIES TO MAKE SOUND STRONG AND MANLY BUT WHICH CO8MES CUT AS A GUAVERY SQUEAK Sam Detoured All Right ART MA BLIND *- COULONT ) CERTANLN VA READ THAT 916N ' NO RORD 7 AND WHY DID NOU / OFFIER DISREGARD TH OFFKER | THAT ;IGN ARE. WHEN HE. TOLD YO0 507 nZY J: ARE YOU CRAZN 7 NOT- BUT ™ C WELL- "M PINCHED BERUE | WA ON THE WHN? ) ROAD AND IF THERE WAY C NO ROAD HOW TH' SAM HiILL COuLD OFFERS VARIOUS EAPLANATIONS NONE CF WHICH EXPLAIN THE £ BURGLARS WARN- ING BY ACCIDENTALLY KNOCK- ING OVER A CHAIR A CHAIR IN THE DARK TO KNOCK \) other morning, he found this wonderful box of candy on his desk. Then how that Kandy Man did work. He wanted to make enough Kibbe's Kiddies Boxes for every boy and girl in New England—and he did. They are on sale wherever good candy is sold. And every box contains a letter from the Fairy Queen which tells just how she helped us. Ask dad or mother to buy you a Kibbe's Kiddies Box the very next time either of them passes a candy store. CLOYAS WILLIAMS © SUPPOSES HE'D BETTER GET UP AND SEE IF IT'S BURGLARS REGRETS T PIND THAT WIFE "MODAOVES OF THE- IDEA . ~— RATTLES KNOB: LOUDLY, SWALLOWS HARD AND CANT FIND OPENS ™7™ OVER. \-fl el N\ Ao \WONDERS UNEASILY WHAT HE WOULD HAVE DONE ' THERE HAD REALLY BEEN ANYONE THERE