New Britain Herald Newspaper, September 24, 1928, Page 16

WIS HAS HAPPENED - Siybll ‘Thorne, Boston society girl, has-married Richard Eustis, a fas- cinating roue. After a five-day ro- ‘pance the wedding in Havana har- bor culminates Sybil's maddest and ‘grimmest adventure. For years she has been the delicious scandal of “Boston's elite. Her romantic ad- “ventures began at 18, when she fell in love with John Lawrence, who was sent to France with the A. E. F. on the eve of their marriage. When she recelved notification that her aweetheart was missing in ac- tion, Sybil—insane with grief — began to seek forgetfulnesa. Finally she becomes engaged to Craig Newhall, a wealthy and de- sirable bachelor, but—not sure of her love—she takes a trip to Cuba with Mabel Blake, & soclal worker. Before sailing she promises Craig a decision on her return. At the time | she is fearfully upset because of the | death of her father and the subse-| wuent marriage of her brother, Tad, | to Valerie West, a girl whom Sybil | instinctively dislikes. | On shipboard she meets Eustis, who woos her madly, and finally #weeps her into an impetuous mar- riage. On their wedding night he becomea intoxicated and Sybil, in the morning, threatens to leave him. A reconciliation takes place, however. Then—for two dreadful weeks — Richard is alternately Charming and repulsive. Until at dast Sybil determines to leave him. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY . CHAPTER XX Sybil bit the tip of her pen hold- pr, ana drew her brows together. Ithep dipping the pen resolutely, £ ‘Legan to write rapidly. ' “Dear Richard.” | “ For a moment she considered the | Salutation. Then, drawing her pen brusquely through it, tossed it pside, and took another sheet. Tout presently she wrote again, “Dear| Richard,” and after it, as though suddenly determined, acrawled | rapid words, one after the other as it they flowed of their own accord | from a suddenly voluble pen. PRETT I A Dear Richard, There are some things a woman | cannot stand — mnot even if she loves the man who hurts her. Al:i Rich, : The sccne in the foyer. wmg'ht‘ was horrible. 1 had rather dic than spend another night with you = like this, Two weeks — and| every other night of them hell, 1 am going to Mabel now. I when you wake up, and sober off, you will try to find me. that we will be on the way then. If we cannot ;et tmmediately, I can only will leave me alonc. weeks might be Lke in a bhook ome away — and try to for- Rich—if you love me— be kind. Mab will keep our se- | if only you'll let it BE & se- | 'ret. Good-by. She blotted it without reading it. | . liocked the trunk, and put the key in -her bag. “I'l send for it,” “in the morning.” - Deliberately she powdered her Wose, and touched her cheeks and Mps with rouge. Stopped for a moment to spray black narcissus from her little enameled atomizer, An# buffed her nails vigorously, ‘hile she survesed her recumbent (?t‘ulhnd. There were 80 many things about him she had learned to dislike. “Drunk or sober,” dismally. | . But it was liquor that made him | aitogther impossible. At first he | hecame stupidly sleepy. Then, when she roused him, he grew amorous. And that was worse, Oh, much worse! She shuddered as he exhaled a Tolsy breath. Turning her back wquarely, she walked from the room without a backward glance. she decided, she reflected Mabel and Mr. Moore, at their favorite cafe, were sipping aperitifs | when Sybil found them. QOPYRIGHT 1928 &Y NEA SERVICE INC. “Well, well!” boomed Moore, “here comes the bride!” and his large sunburned hand devoured hers warmly. He was & big man with merry blue eyes and a pink bald spot. When Sybil heard he had played tootball at Harv in 1907 she re- fiected that college athletes 20 years after Commencement all look alike. “Hello, people,” she greeted them serenely. “May 1 have a cocktril, too? “Why, sure. Delighted.” Moore beamod. “Two's company and three's a crowd, If it was anybody but you. But sit right down. We've great news for you.” Mabel was smiling self-con- sciously. “You'd Sib?" she Jack's grinning cat. Sit down, would you, “The way like a Chesh Jack. We're get- ting married, Sib. That makes it unanimous. You and me both.” She laughed triumphantly. “I:n't he precious, 8ib? T don't care if he IS bald, and a trifle aldermanic. s his Mabel's blessed sweetie!" “Mabel Blake, have you been drinking? No, honey, I'm only delirious with joy.” There were tears in Mabel's eyes. “Honest,” she choked, “I never was so happy in all my life.” “I'm pretty glad .myself,” chor- tled Moore, moist and joyous. “She's a great little girl, Mab is. Sybil rallied * desperately. Let she is, Jack!” she cried. “A d T hope with all my heart you'll be | happy as the day is long.” “As happy,” cried Moore, you two are!” and he called cocktails, to drink a toast. " “Where's Rich?"/asked Mabel. “Over at the hotel—lying down." “He's not sick, is he?” “Well, he didn’'t 160k very well when T left him.” Mabel looked at her sharply. “Sib,” she said, “Rich is drink- ! ing too much. You oughtn't to let him.” “Let him! Anybody'd fed them to him. You fectly weil, Mabel Blake, done mothing hut beg and ever since we were married. him! As if T could stop him! “But I'm through now. I've left him. TI've fed him aspirin all I'm going to. I've hathed his head ten million times. And taken off his shoes every night T've heen with him, T've fanned him till my arm ached. I-I-I've undressed him. And put him to bed. And stood for his drunken lovemaking. She ran the back of her hand fiercely across her mouth, and shuddered, whimpering—"Now I'm through.” Her voice ended in a little mean, and her head pitched forward on the table. Sybil had fainted. never gness bantered. as for think T know per- that T've scold ‘Let They put cold cloths on her head, and forced whiskey between her lips. And, almost before she could sit up, they Dbegan to argue—to beg and to reason. “Oh, please,” she hesought them, “please—please! Then Mabel took her hand, and sitting beside her, began to plead. “You can't,” she insisted, “duck marriage like that. You are Rich- ard’s wife now. And you've got to stick. ‘For better, or worse, you promised, Sib.” “Give him another chance,” be- sought Jack. “He's simply gone off his head. Liquor hits some men like that. You've brought him to his senses now. Don't be a quitter, little girl. Your husband needs you more than anyone ever needed you before. Straightening him out is . the job you've bar- gained for.” Wearily 8ybil fought. “But you're only thinking about him! How about ME? Don't I count? I can't go back to Rich— 1 CAN'T. How CAN I—and keep my own self respect?” And when Mabel talked of duty, she flared out, angrily. But in the end they had their way. It was a chastened little bride they led back to the hotel. “We'll go up with you,” offered Mabel. POOR PA BY CLAUDE CALLAN “Edith an’ that widower are takin’ a lot of interest in church work an’ Ma says it’s because people their age find that the easiest way of courtin’.” (Copyright. 1928, Pullishers Syndicate) "mr1‘vat'=u!nts!ussuewilmumlmnnmsmmremmt!fl?li"‘mi" HOMESEEKERS Let us show you some of the cozy homes we for sale. have AUNT HET BY ROBERT QUILLEN “Some days | feel so niean I'd give almost anything to have somethin’ hapven that 1 could get mad about. (Copyright, 1928, Pubiishers Syudicate) i i L / coMMERCIAL \ COMPANY INSURANCE REAL ESTATE Commercisl Trost Company Building Tel. 6000 NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 24, 1928. “I feel,” sputtered Sybil, “ilke a downtrodden old scrub woman.” The room was disseally disor- dered. Richard's tsings tossed about. The beds wpset. Empty bottles around. Bwery window shade at a different slan Some- one had put on the lights, and switched on an electric fan. Rich lay sprawled as she had left lim. Sleeping noisily. “There’'s my note,’ “where T left it." “You girls go downstairs,” sug- gested Moore; and Mabel glowed at the competent way he assumed charge. “I'll wake him, and give him a good talking to. Shall I show him that note of yours, Sib?" “Go as far as you like,” she con- curred listlessly. “Tell him my trunk’s packed. And you might mention that I'd never have come back if it hadn't been for you and Mab." " said Sybil, In the lobby the girls sat side by side. “Well, Mab, why don’t ‘I told you s0'?" - “Sh, dear. Don’t talk like that.” “Well, yu were right. You told me I'd be sorey.” “I know, honey. But that doesn t help matters now In miserable siience they watched the happy throngs along the Prado. “Tell me, dear,” was very gentle, * Rich any more?" Sybil shrugged. know.” She pondered listlessly. “I den't believe it's love. I den't beileve it ever was, Youd think, wouldn’t you, that a girl like me wouldn't have been so easily fooled? Rich, by his own admission, could love a hundred other women. The world's full of them, he says. Girls with ‘bodies as lovely and brains as keen’ Those were his own words, Mabel. Any girl of my type, he declares, could satisfy him. God Almighty, -why did 1 marry him!" Presently Moore came down. CHAPTER XXI Jack Moore smiled benevolently, well pleased with his efforts. “Well, well,” he began, and rubbed his hands together with vast satisfaction, “our young friend is thoroughly ashamed of himself. I don't believe you'll have any more trouble with him, Sybil. The reali- zation that you might leave him straightened him right out.” Sybil smiled — a strained, poiite little smile. “You've been awfully good, Jack.” “Will you go up now, dear?” prompted Mabel. “Oh, 1 suppose so." “And we'll see you in the morn- ing. yQu say Mabel's voice on't you love “Oh, 1 don't was pacing restiessly. Up and down the big room. Smoking nervously in habitual fashion. His face flushed and his hair tossed. Sybil thought his eyes were the brightest things she had ever seen. She stood silently in the doorway, feeling ridiculously more like a pentitent than an outraged wife. He stopped his striding, and turned to face her. “Well,” she said. “here T am.” Exactly like that, and raged within for sounding so humble. “You're a nice girl—you ar Then she saw that he was angry “Running to Mab and Moore with stories about your husband! Mak- ing a fool of be. Anybody'd think I'd been beating you. Sniveling and crying I suppose. “Good Lord, who do you think you are? You're no little innocent, my lady. Not by a long shot. A woman of the world, if I ever knew one, Pulling a line, like & 16-year- old. Kicking up a runipus because I've been drinking a little. H-~w long, may T ask, has that been a sin in your calendar, Miss Vir- ture Quietly &he heard him out. “I came back, Rich, because T Rich thought 1 ought. 1 thought you needed me. I thought you wou'd be sorry, and that we would start alF over again. “8Sorry!” he sneered. “Yes, sorry,” she went on evenly. “But I see now that I was mistaken. Perbaps it is because you are still intoxicated that y@s are talking this way. Perhaps you WILL be sorry in the morning. “I'm going to be fair with you, Rich. Tomorrow will be another day. You're mnot in any condition to talk tonight. “I won't atay with you. Prob- ably you don’t want me to. 1 guess you hate me now. I'll go to the Ingla Terra, and you can come to see me in the morning.” “You'll do nothing of the sort. What do you think 1 am—u poor worm? Letting my wife go gali- vanting off., . e “I don’t know how you're going to stop me, Rich.” She was still carrying her small traveling bag. % “S8ee — I'm quite ready. I've got plenty of money, and I'm not at all afraid of you." Suddenly his manner changed. “Don’t go, 8ib, For God's sake, don't go. I've been rotten to you, I know. My nerves are all shot, 8ib. I shouldn’'t drink—I know I shouldn’t. But you don't know how it is, when a man's system craves the stuff. Sybil—there are times when I want a drink so much that it hurts. I get SICK wanting it. It's the only thing that sets me up. And then—you know yourself how it is, dear. No one ever means to take too much. I swear I'd rather cut oft my right hand than act the way I've acted. I couldn’t help it, Sib. 1 simply couldn’t helo it.” He sank into a chais, groaned aloud, “There isn't a more miserable man in the world. Don't hate me, dear. You're all I have. I need you so." He was pitiful. Like a little boy, worn out with temper, sobbing hi remorse, Tad was like that when he was small. She remembered his ungov- ernable rages, and the way he cried afterward, and promised to be good. And the sweet, pathetic little things he did to make amends. He was such a naughty boy — and so en- dearing. Their mother had been instantly forgiving. But she re- membered how stern their _ather was. “You'll never cure him that way,” he had remonstrated. “A spanking would do him more good than kisses. It's wrong to coddle tem- per. Be firm with him, Mother. It's for his own good.” and It was hard to be firm with Rich—as hard as it had been for her mother to be firm with Tad. There was something very pathetic about Richard, promising to be good. Telling her he needed her. 8he felt like a wicked matron in an orphan asylum. But her deci- sion this time was final. ' “It's for his own good,” she re- flected. “He's got to stand on )is own feet.”. And steeling her heart to the hurt in his eyes, ahe spoke reso- lutely. B “I'm sorry, Rich. You can come over in the morning.” “Don’t leave me, Bib.” He took a bottle from the window sill — behind the curtains, where she had not seen it — and poured himself a generous drink. “I need it,” he apologized. feel better for it." She shuddered. “That settles it, Rich. I'm going now.” “But you don’t understand. dear. A little drink sets a fellow up, after he's had too much. The sy tem craves it. It's only a stimu- lant, Bib—like medicine.” “Have it your own w she conceded ‘wearlly. *“Goodnight, Rich. Do you want to kiss me?” “Kiss you?" he cried. “Of course “1n T want to kiss you. 1 never want to do anything clse! Ah, Bybil dear, I'm crazy about you. You drive me insane, sweetheart.” His hungry lips devoured hers, HEY=PAT= oo YUH KNOW ANYTHIN' KNOW/, MAW, | THINK THE AUTUMN 1S THE LOVELIEST TIME OF THE YEAR and his arms held her close, “You'll stay here with me, dare “Oh, Rich, let me go. This isa't fair, dear.” ‘Fair!' 1t's wonderful!” lease, Richl™ b, all right. ~ Anything _you You're tired of me, 8ybil what's the matter. You want to be rid of me,” ou know that isn’t true.” “Then why won't you stay here?"” “But Rich, I've told you a hun- dred times. “It you loved me, you'd atay.” “Oh, PLEASE don't argue.” “Well, I'LL go, then, If you can’t bear the sight of me, I'll go. You stay here.” . “Oh, Rich, dear, -be reasonable. T'm all ready to go. Your things are here. You CAN'T go very well. And I'll see you in the morning.” “You want to get rid of me— that's what you want. You don't ever intend to come back.” "l promise, Rich.” “Promise! What do your prom- ises amount to? You promiscd Moore you'd come back to me. He said you did. You're not keeping that promise, are you?" “From the beginnin told him patiently, ve given in to you. Everything’ been your way. And what good did it do? You'd promise and promise—and you never kept a promise. Now I'm going to have my way — and we'll see how it works. I'm going to the Ingla Terra, and I'll come Lack in the morning. Then . . .” “For God's sake, stop barking," he interrupted fiercely. “I'm @0 sick I'd like to be dead, and you come and drive me crasy!" He dragged his coat from the chair, struggied into the sleeves, and flung from the room, hatless. (TO BE CONTINUED) Rich,” she (8ybil goes to the Ingla Terra— but returns to Richard, who has sinned the Unpardonable 8in.) City ltems Artemas Stockman, Jr., of Brook- lawn street, has accepted a position as assistant superintendent of the New Britain Boys' club. Annual bazaar 8t. Andrew’s church hall Thurs., Fri.,, Sat. nights. Dancing.—advt. Mrs. D. R. Ferguson and daughter, Ella, of Brighton atreet, attended the Toole-Curley wedding in New Haven today. Stap of Good Will lodge, No. 9, Shepherds of Bethlehem, will hold a meeting Monday night at 7:30 o'clock. Laurel Court Sewing soclety will meet Tuesday from 10 to 4:30 o'clock at the home of Mrs. Floyd Pinkerton, 25 Buell street. James Connolly of Chestnut street left today to resume his studies at the Catholic university, Washington, D. C. Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Sleath, Mrs. J. M. Ensworth, Miss Ruth Ensworth and Miss Ina Carter of Berlin have returned from a motor trip to Ni- agara Falls, Canada and Thousand Islands, Mr. and Mrs. Bernard T. Donnelly of 303 Linwood street have returned from a week's stay at Beach Park. Edwin N. 8mith, Willlam Strolls, Andrew J. Muller and Thomas Do- lan have returned from The Forks, Maine. Mr. and Mrs. Eber Cole and son, Reggie, of Stony Creek, were week- end visitors at the home of Mr. and Mrs. James M. Butler of ¢ Highland street. Annual bazaar 8t. Andrew's church hall Thurs, Fri.,, 8at. nights. Dancing.—advt. Cornelius Ryan, who, for the past summer has been assistant steward at the Monotowese House, Indian Neck, Branford, left SBaturday for New York, where he will continue similar work. A son was born at New Britain General hospital last night to Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Cranley of 14 Parkmore street. A daughter was born this morn- WELL —=THE PACIFIC OCEAN WAS DISCOVERED IN 1513 BY WHO WAS A G POLLY AND HER PALS AIN'T You GOT STARTED TO THE OFFICE A FELLER NAMED 0A e AN’ HECAME FROM SPAIN! ing to Me. and Mrs. Robert Kane of 140 Summit street, Plantaville, at New Britain General hospital. A daughter was born to Mr. and Mrs. George Skblly of 385 South Main strest at New Britain General hospital yesterday. A son was born at New Britatn General hospital yesterday to Mr. and Mrs. Peter Floras of ¢35 Main atreet. Mrs. Minnie Koralka, aged 35, of ©4 Beaver street was admitted to New Britain General hospital at ¢:30 yesterday afternoon for treatment for painful burns, sustained when she spilled a hot liquid over her- self at her home. It was accidental, and her recovery is expected. AUTD HITS WOMAN LEAVING SIDEWALK Four Mioor Accidents Reported t0 Police on Stnday Mrs. Welch, aged 55, of 23 Cabot street, was atruck on the left leg by an automobile driven by Samuel Schway of 59 Columbus avenue, Merlden, about 9:50 yesterday fore- noon as she stepped off the sidewalk near Central Park. She was treated aj the office of Dr. David P. Wasko- witz and Schway later took her home. A slight collision occurred about 1:30 yesterday afternoon at the cor- ner of 8mith and Broad streets be- tween a car driven by Joseph Gora- fono of 272 North Burritt street and one driven by Richard Wright of 744 Stanley street under instruction of Alfred J. Mercure of 19 Rockewll avenue. Gorafono was driving south on Smith street, turning east into Broad street, and Wright was driv- ing west on Broad street. Officer William O'Day reported that Wright apparently became confused at of the other car, and in an attempt to avoid the collision, actually caused it. The cars were slightly damaged. The officer reported no cause for po- lice action; Cars driven by Edmund T. Mad- | den of 50 Wallace street and James A. McLellan of Norfolk figured in an accident about 2:10 yesterday aft- ernoon and the radiator of Madden's car was damaged. McLellen was driving south on Arch street and turned east into a driveway at 338 Arch street, in front of Madden's car, which was going north on Arch street. Motorcycle Officer David fioty reported no cause for police ac- on. Motorcycle Officer Clarence Kumm reported that cars driven by Hubert F. Merwin of 51 Walnut street and Willlam Flynn of 97 Stewart street collided at 11:15 yes- terday forenoon in Walnut Hill park. Merwin's car was the offender and | he agreed to settle for the damage to Flynn's car. Police Hold Negro in Stamford Without Bail Stamford, Sept. 24 (UP)—Police held George Robinson, 27-year-old Negro, without bonds today after an investigation of the death of Costas Contos, 25, of 8tamford. According to police, the two were seen together early Sunday evening. Later, Contos was found on a side- walk with a fractured skull. Known to carry large sums of money, Con- to's pockets were empty when he was taken to Stamford hospital where he died. SNOW IN NEW YORK Jamestown, N. Y., Sept. 24 P — 8now fell for five minutes this morn- ing in the Chautauqua region. The temperature was. 39, Special Notice The Lady Owis will hold a whist at 0dd Fellows' hal Arch street, Monday evening, 8:30.—advt. JAPANESE WAITS Conlesses (o Slaying Little Hosolelu Child Honolulu, Sept. 2¢ UM—A studious young Japanese, Miles Yutaka Fu. kunaga, who has confemsed the kid- naping and murder of 10 year old Gil Jamieson and avowedly wishes to die, for his crime, was under heavy guurd in his jail cell here today as he waited the legal pro- ceedings by which he expects to be put to death. Fukunaga, who is 19 years old, and who graduated from high achool here at the head of hia class, confeased Saturday night after offi- cers had traced him by means of identified five dollar bills paid to the kidnaper by Frederick W. Jamieson, banker father of the slain boy. Fecling High Although feeling ran high among the populace when it was learned that the slayer had been appre- hended, possibility of vigilante a tion seemingly waned today. Crowds gathered around the Oahu jail yesterday after details of Fukunaga’'s confession had been published and firemen were called upon to play streams of cold water on them when the pleas of peace officers failed to bring dispersal. The water was effective. National guardsmen and nddmon-' al deputy sheriffis patrolled the streeta last night, but there were no indications of disorder. Fukunaga seemed unconcerned about the murmurings of the crowd, but admitted that for the first time in his Jife he feared the prospect of death. He insisted, however, that he wanted to die because “my crime was awful. I don’t want to live be- cause I would hear the screams of the child the rest of my life.” Fukunaga said he would plead guilty to a murder charge. A grand jury was ordered to meet today to consider the case and it was expect- ed that an indictment would be forthcoming at once. The young kidnaper revealed that he had studied the crimes of Leo- pold and Loeb, Chicago “thrill slay- ers” and of Willlam Edward Hick- man, killer of Marian Parker of Los Angeles. The Jamieson kidnap- ing and slaying resembled the Los Angeles case in many respects. Brothers Rival Managers Of Main Street Stores Bernard McAvay of Bronson street has been appointed manager of the Schulte store at Main street and Railroad Arcade. He has been em- played in the store for several years. His brother, Joseph McAvay, is man- ager of the United Cigar Co. store across the street, Special Notice The Martha Chapter, No. 21, O. E. 8. will hold a food sale, Friday, beginning at 10 a. m., in Y. M. C. A. Bldg.. at store formerly occupied by Mr. Bloomberg.—advt. NOTICE Ry order of the City Court of New Britain. the following described land, to- gether with a two family frame house, will_be sold at Public Auction on the premises, Wed: September _ 26th, 1928, at 2 o'clocl ylight Baving Time). Being known as Lot Nos. 57 and 58 on & map of land known as Garden Park, New Britain, Conn., property of the Bod. ell Realty Co. A. W. Bacon, €. E. dated March 24th, 1920, and recorded in Book of Maps Volume 3 page 24. Bounded North by Mitchell Street 69 feet; Fast by land of Francisco 135 fect; South by land of Bartholomew Dobrowolskl, 50 feet; and West by land of Vincenzo Rossitto, 135 feet. Sald premises being known as No, 132 Mitchell Street. Terms: 10% cash on date of sale, bal- ance when deed is approved. For further information, Apply Attor- ney Trving I. Rachlln, Coimmittee, 325 Main Street, New Britain, Conn. THIS LOULY PERSON WONDERS | | HE FELT VERY SAD AGOUT FELT WHEN HE SAW THE PACIFIC Y'AINT GONAIA LOAF AROUND HERE! so GIT THEM RUGS OUT ON THE LINE l AN BEAT THEM! Clesing time 13:30 p. m. dally; 30 * m Saterday. Tolophene 935. Ask for o3 time rete. The Herald will not be responsible ‘or errers afte: the first insertien. ._Burial Lots, SMonaments v 123 Cak St. Monumentsof all sizes and ions. Reasonable. Phune 3633, e IRCLUE L Florists BOSTON F! Very reasonable prices. BANDELLI'S GREENHOUSE, 315 Os Bt. Telephone 2181-3. HIND DEED ENDS _ IN BOY'S ARREST Reform School Fugitive, Helping Woman in Difficulty, Gaught George Kalesinski, aged 17, of 228 Washington street, who ran away from the School for Boys at Meriden, almost two years ago and was never apprehended, fell into the clutches of the law Saturday night through his willingness to do a turn for a woman resident of Farmington, whose husband either would not er could not drive their truck. Kales- inski, who was in police court today charged with driving without an op- erator's license and driving a truck without lights, testified that the woman's husband was under the i fluence of liquor and she was in quandary as {0 how to get home. “I thought it would be better for me to drive than have him try it, so I took the chance,” he told Judge Roche, The woman, however, testified that she asked her husband once to take the wheel and he did not do so. 8he did not make it clear whether or not his condition had anything to do with his attitude, but at to pay him, s going through Farmington avenue about- 8:30 o'clock when Officer William Me- Murray observed that the headlights were not burning. Asked for hi cense, Kalesinski admitted thal had never had one. Judge Roche said there was na question of the young man's guilt, Lut under the circumatances he hesi- tated to punish him. He imposed a fine of $25 and costs on the first charge, suspending execution of the penalty, and suspended judgment on the second charge. “This does not mean that I give anyone permission to drive without a license,” he said. After court, Kalesinski found offi- cials of the school for boys waiting for him and he was taken back to the institution to serve out his term, Special Notice A whist and bridge will be held at the Isabella clubrooms, 166 Main street, tonight. Refreshments will be served.—advt. DENTIST Dr. A. B. Johnson, D.D.S. Dr. T. R. Johnson, D.DS. X-RAY. GAS and OXYGEN NAT. BANK BLDG. A GREAT DISAPPOINTMENT I'T CAUSE WE THOUGHT ~ SHOULDA BEEN BIGGER {