New Britain Herald Newspaper, June 25, 1929, Page 15

RIVAL ©.929 # N THIS HAS HAPPENED Nan Carroll is secretary to John Curtis Morgan, wao is winning the title of the “greatest criminal law- yer in the state.” Morgan is defending a young girl, formerly switchboard operator of a fashionable country club. 'who has been indicted on a charge of black- mailing the members of the club, Nan gives Morgan valuable sugges- tiens which he accepts. While they are hard at work, an impatient rap sounds on the door. - Iris Morgan, beautiful wife of the accompanied by her frail but handsome son, little Cur- SERVICE INCG “That's enough, Willis!” an interrupted sharply, dropping his hand as if it burned her cheek. I'll meekly agree to anything you say about Iris and Curtis Morgan. but you can't say a word against Mr. Morgan. He's the greates: criminal lawyer in this state, the finest gentleman, the most consid- erate employer—"" “And that's enough from you, Nan,” Willis dared to interrupt her. “I believe we were discussing you and me, not John Curtis Morgan. I'm sick of the name, incidentally. Three-fourths of your conversation is about him and your work—" NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, TUESDAY, JUNE 25, 1 gVIVES said we weren't to quarrel. And— and if you want me to very much, I'll marry you, dear—" His head came wup with a ferk: his gray eyes swept over her face hungrily, incredulously. She smiled through her tears, nodding slowly, like a child that has been scolded and longs to be reinstated. “Then you don't love Morga: he blurted out joyfully. *“Say fit, Nan! 8ay it, darling—oh-h, I see. You can’t say it. Then why do you want to marry me?" he demanded violently, becaus: his pain 80 great, “I think,” Nan began steadily, “You know dam well what it is,and I'm not going to let you kid me out of it this time! When are you going to marry me, Nan? Next Saturday or Sunday?” tis. 8he demands a check which she accepts condescendingly from Nan's fingers, then departs for a shop- ping tour, leaving the child for Nan to care for. When Willis Todd calls Nan at 5:30 she is almost hysterical from the strain of the afternoon. He tells her he has a question to ask her. As she leaves the 'phone, she tells herself she knows what that question is and if her answer is yes, she need never again be nursemaid for Iris Morgan., need never suffer her insolence again. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER 11 . “Whew, I'm tired!” Nan Carroli groaned, as she banked cushions upon one end of the big couch which would later serve as her bed, and curled her small body into the nest. “Half past ten, and this is the first deep breath I've had time to take today. Be an angel, Willis, ana just sit. T want to do that famous relaxing stunt I'm always reading about. I think the general idea i to close your eyes, make your mind a perfect blank, turn loose of every- thing, and let every nerve unkink. It listens swell, doesn’t it?” she grinned crookedly at the man who had settled as near her on the couch as he dared. “Don’t go to sleep, hone: Willis warned her, his gray eyes grave and tender as they searched the re- laxed, weary little face that was cuddled childishly against a black satin cushion. “I told you I had something to say to you and that you'd better make up your mind to listen. You can’t escape me now as you did at dinner.” “Nice old bully, she gibed drowsily. “But don’t talk for just a few minutes, or I'll scream and tear my hair, —which would be a pity, since I paid a dollar and a quarter for this finger wave just yesterday. Whew!” And she e haled another sigh of profound fa- tigue, burrowing =till more deeply into her nest of cushions. The young man who watched her with loving anxiety looked any- thing but a buily) but he did look thoroughly “nice."” fand-brown hair, a few freckles that persisted through the remains of a coat of summer tan, ' and”a hroad mouth that seemed to be trying to offset the boyishness of the dimple-clert chin. For perhaps five minutes Nan's eyes remained closed, then they flew open- to laugh at Willis Todd's intent anxiety. *“Old Sobersides!"” she jeered fondly thrusting out an impudent small foot to kick him unhurtingly. “I'm all rested now, able to bear up under anything. What's it going to be-—another lec- ture on the heinous crime of break- ing one's dates with one’'s steady? Defendant pleads guilty and throws herself, upon the mercy of the eourt.” “No, it's not a lecture, though vou, deserve one,” Willis Todd told fher gently, as he moved near enough to take her hands. “You know darned well what it is. and I'm not going to let you kid me out of it this time,” he added sternly. “When are you going to marry me, Nan? Next Saturday or Sunday ““Oh, dear,” Nan sighed, lifting his hand in both hers and laying her back against it. “You're going to be masterful and arbitrary. aren’t you, dear? I like you so much better when you're just sweet and restful. You really can't im- agine how sweet and restful yon are, as a rule, Willis darling. There's no one else with whom T can be so natural. Why, Willis, T don’'t even mind your seeing mc with my hair all out of curl or a run in my stocking. Nige boy!" And she rubbed her cheek cajol ingly against his hand. “Just another good reason you must marry me, then” Willis retorted no less sternly. “You'rr killing yoursetf on that fool job of yours, honey. ana I'm not going to stand for it another week. Play- ing nursemaid to Morgan's little selfish wife, doing all your, own work in the office and half of Mor- san's—" why “Because 1 couldn’t be gave it up!" love my work and happy a minute if T Nan caught him up passionately. “That's the reason I won't marry you, Willis. You've said time and again that I had to stop work whan I married you, anu I simply won't—that's final! I'va spent three years in that office, every working day of my life since I graduated from college, and I'm not going to throw over my career to get married.” “Your career?” Willis was becom- ing angry. “That's ratner a daigni- fied name for a job as private sec- | retary, fsn't it?" | “I'm more than a private secre- | tary and you know it, Willis Todd:" | Nan's voice broke on a childish | sob, whick made her atill more | angry. *“You know good and well | that I've studied night after nigh: so that I could become a lawyer. You know I'll be ready to take my examinations to be admitted to tne bar by next June—" | “Yes, and then what?” Willis in- | terrupted vehemently. “You'll go| right on working for Morgan, as his | private secretary, or, at best, as a temale Blake at $50 a week. But please, honey, don’t let's quarrel. Ilove you and I want to marry you. If you love me, you want to| marry me and—and start a regu- | lar, old-fashioned family. Doesn't it sound sane and—a little attrac- tive, honey-girl? Your own home, instead of a lighthousekeeping oe- room apartment and an office where you're treated like a servant by your employer's wife. Your own husband to boss around and inspire and make into a big man—as you're now doing for another woman's husband—" . As she listened, Nan's face had grown tender and wistful, but at his last words anger flooded her face with rich color and she sprang to her feet, tearing her hands out of his grasp. “You make me s¢9 mad she stormed. clenching her hands and blinking at him rapidly through tears, “Just when you've got me ali| mushy and ready to say ‘yes' to| anything, you have to spoil it ali by saying something hateful about | —about Mr. Morgan. I don’t make | fun of you and your boss, accuse | you of toadying to him—! | “No, Willis interrupted her | quietly, his young wouth very grim. | “because you know 1'm not in leve | with him. The relationship 1»| purely that of buyer and general manager—"" “Oh Nan gasped, retreating from him slowly, her brown eyes growing enormous with horror. “Oh, Willis Todd! How dare you say a think like that to me?" Willis rose and followed her, his shoulders, his eyes, not so many inches above he: narrowing as they searched her scarlet face. “If you'll tell me it isn't trye, Il apologize, NaNn, and I'll never hint at such a thing again.” “Just what do you mean—just what isn't true?” she challenged him furiously, shrugging her shout- ders to rid them of his hands, but not succeeding. “Are you in love with John Cur- tis Morgan?" Willis asked bluntly, | but his voice quivered and a muscle jerked in his suddenly pale cheek. Childishness and the red tide of anger fled from Nan Carroll's face as if she had4 been stricken old and ill in that instant. Her eyes were like great black disks of pain and horror as they clung to his face, unable to tear themselves away. She stood quite still, her shoulders no longer aware of the hurting pressure of his hands. ou see!” Willis Todd turnee sharply away. And like an intoler- ably wounded small boy he flung up an arm and howed his head upen the -crook of it. That gesture of his awoke Nan out of her trance of horror, did something to her heart. Taking a quiek,, jerky step toward him, she put her arms gently about him, laiJ her cheek against his bowed head. “Nan's sorry.” she crooned, in a pathetic. breaking, but comforting little voice, “Please, Willis, you | him, ‘with none of the | flercelv courted relaxation. “that you can't realize how insult- ing you are. I should have thought it would be sufficient for me to say I would marry you.” “And 1,” Willis told her, not at all steadily, *don't want you to marry me if you love another man The words have been said between us at last, Nan. I've been in an agony of jealdusy for two years, and now that I've admitted it at last, you'll have to answer my ques- tion. I'm sorry, Nan, but it would be no good pretending I've never asked you and you'd—evaded the question. We'll he =0 happy. dar- ling, if you say, ‘I love you, Willis, I don't love Morgan.’ Can you say it, Nan?" he insisted, his hands clenched at his sides. I refuse to answer a question you have no right to ask me,” Nan blazed. “I never dreamed you had such ugly thoughts about me in your mind these two years. I'm lucky to have found out in time." .isten, Nan,” he urged miser. ably. “Face the truth, no matter how much it hurts. When 1 pro- posed tonight for the fifth time you were going to refuse me again— did, in fact, on the score of want. ing to keep on with your career. But as soon as I made you realize that yon were in love with John Curtis Morgan, a married man, you wanted to hide from the truth, run away from it into my arms. You're naturally too fine and good to bear the thought of being in love wita anther woman's husband. But— I love you with all my heart, and you've got to love me that way, or we shan't ever he married. Am I right, honey? All you've got to do is to deny it all—and mean it—" But he could not those dcspairing, eyes upon him. He turned away from her, lurched like a drunken man to the table upon which he had laid his hat, snatched it up and lurched on ioward the door. Nan watched him go, the back of one trembling hand crushed against her mouth, as if to stifle a cry When the door closed sharply upon she ran toward it. leanea against if, panting, her ®yes ter- rible with fright. “Oh, Willis, come back! Don't leave me alone! You've always been 80 sweet to me, Willis! You can't he so cruel as to leave me alone now! If you leave me alone, I'll have to think—and I don't want to think, I don’t dare to think! Oh. Willis!” But her voice was only a husky, terrified whisper that the man who was plunging down the hall could not possibly have heard. g0 on, with horror-stricken CHAPTER IIT For a long minute Nan Carroli crouched stricken against the Aoor which had closed upon Willis Todd. Then the necessity for action drove her in a'frenzy about the room. She swept the cushions from the couch into a big armchair; tore off the cretonne cover and folded it loving care and pride which was the usual portion of the pretty thing: turned back the pale yellow, fluffy blanket and the hemstitched sheet: raced to her clothes closet and returned. sob- bing, with pillow, nightdress, neg- ligee and slippers. “Willis Todd's crazy—crazy with jealousy!"" she panted, still in that husky, terrified whisper witn which she had tried to call him back. “But I won't think about it! I won't!” she repudiated the subject furiouslv as she ran’to her dressing table and began (0 undress. She scurried. as if pursued by devils, into the tiny bathroom, turned on the hot water. and while the tub filled cleansed her face or makeup, savagely massaged it with two-dollar-a-box “skin food.” hrush. ed her teeth as violently as if she hore a grudge against tneir white- gleaming regularity. When the tub was full of almost unbearedly hot water, Nan stretched her small body in it and “T will relax!” she told herself angrily. “T won't let that idiot upset me so that I can't sleep. Imagine the |in my work! Idiot! Fool! Running | | -|Miss Nan Carroll, nerve of him, saying—but I won't think of it! I hope that Fleming woman hasn’t skipped town. I'll bet she knows Mr. Morgan has guessed her secret. - Lota to do to- morrow. Got to relax and steep— relax and then sleep and sieep an1 sleep.” she forced herself to repeat slowly, drowsily, as the rm water lapped against her white flesh. When at last she was ready for bed, negligee thrown to the foot of her couch, ‘a thick volume on erim- ingl law on her bedside table, to be used shamelessly but somewhat profitably in reading herself to| sleep, she suddenly remembered something. “Cream bottle!” she whispered “I've got to pay him, too. Let's see — where's his bill?” And she pattered swiftly in _dark-blue saun mules to the asecretary-bookcase which dominated the best-lighten corner of her one-room apartment. “There! That shows I'm not up- set, doesn’t?” she triumphed. *I wouldn't remember to set out the cream bottle and pay the old milk company if I was upset by Willis’ foolish—oh!" 8he stopped snort as she jerked on the light in the read. ing lamp upon the opened secre- tary, for the sudden fllumination had forced upon her attention something which she would have given a week's salary not to have | seen that night. | It was just a snapshot framud in beaten silver, but it had the power to break her hard-won control. A newspaper photographer's pictur: of & short, slim girl and a very tall, thin man, caught in the act of walk- ing down a flight of white marble steps, each carrying a briefcase, each grinning triumphantly into the camera. The snapshot was nearly two years old, taken at the successful conclusion of one of Morgan’s biggest muraer triats. The caption under the picture as it hat appeared in the afternoon puper was: “Attorney John Curtis Mor- gan and his charming secretary, leaving the courthouse a few minutes after the lawyer had won freedom for hi3 client, ‘Big Joe' Connors, acquitted of the murder of ‘Boss’ Powers." Why had she framed it and cher. ished it these two yea Because it was an amusing, even flatterinz picture of herself, or—because the photographer had happened to catch the John Curtis Morgan that she liked best—a boyisn, friencty, eager Morgan, shorn of his court- room dignity and austerity? A tiny voice deep within her heart whispered: “You framed it and Kept it before you these two years because it shows you and him together. S8illy girl! Didn't you know?" “It's not true!" Nan denied hotty. “I'll tear the thing up—see!” But her fingers refused to obey her. Bobbing, she thrust the framed pic- ture into a little drawer of the sec- retary, jerked out the light and ran back to bed. B8he had forgotten the cream bottle and the dairyman's bill— 8he made no further pretense then; did not open the heavy woox on criminal law; jerked the chain of her bedside lamp and crushed her face into her pillow, to m- tensify the darkness. For shame had claimed her for its own. “In love with a married man!" The ugly phrase leaped at her in the darkness, and other ugly phrases, which had only waited ror darkness, came hurtling after it. There was a queer comfort ting the ugly things claw at her, tor the very pain and disgust kept her from complete realization. But when the unequal battle was over and her heart had abjectly accepted every arrow that shame held in its quiver, Nan found that not so essily | was she to be let off. The love at which the arrows had been so sav- agely thrust was still alive in her heart, amazingly alive and growing with every moment, now that fits existence had been acknowledged. “This can't be me!" She struck her breast sharply, as if to kill the thing that was growing so rapidly in her heart. “Not Nan Carroll! Why, I'm proud! I'm honorable! I've always been as square as a | man. Nan Carroll simply can't be | in love with another woman's husband—but, oh, I am, T am! Not with Iris Morgan's hu!hnnd—nn.‘ no'! 8he makes him silly and small. | calls him Jack — no, no! T don't| love him! It's my own John Cur-| tis Morgan that I love. the John Curtis Morgan I've helped to mak:, the man nobody knows but me. | “Is it such a sin to love him when I helped make him? Shc doesn’'t know him at all—my John Curtis Morgan. Three years—three | years—and all this time I've been loving him and 1idn't know it.” And then, because she couldn't help herself, she thought back over | those three years in the new light of knowledge that had been forced upon her tonight. 8he saw herself again as she had been then—a deadly serious, high-minded girl ot 21, just graduated from the state university, where she had learnea stenography along with more lofty academic subjects. A thin little girl. brown eyes shadowed with grief over her father's death, long brown hair wrapped in heavy braids about her small head. a Phi Beta Kappa Xey shamefacedly trunk along with her diploma. dean himself had given her a letter of introduction to Morgan. who waa | just beginning to add luster to thr university as district attorney of the state’'s largest city, Since she was an alumna of his own university, Morgan had treated her with grave respect and friendl- ness from the very first; had quickly made a place for her in his office as a typist, and then, within three months. had promoted her to the post of private secretary to himself. “I must have been in love with bim even then,” she whimpered against her pillow. “What a ninny 1 was not to know it! Did T—show ft> Do I show it mnow?” The thought struck her with such sharp new terror that her sobs were stifled in her throat. Shame maae {her body burn s0 hotly that she tossed off the blanket. “And 1 prided myself so on my interest in law!" she gibed at her- zelf mercilessly “Worked llke 1 slave, worked till all hours of the night—because 1 was so interestea after him all that time, and didn't have scnse enough to know it! Hoping he’'d pat you on the head and tel you you were a nice little girl, to work so hard! Hopjng he'a stay at night and work, too—just you and he! Oh, oh!* The worm turned then, however. Her self-respect reared 1ts prusea head. “You may have been In lov: with him all this time, Nan Carroll, but you loved your work for its own sake, too. You worked until all hours of the night, not just to please him, but because you we vitally interested, because tnere was work to be done ana you'd rather die than shirk. Don't make yourself out worse than you are.” “But that's bad, ba Nan's shame answered her self-respecr. “I've always despised girls who made sentimental fools of them- selves over their bosses. I love him so terribly that T'd die happy if he would kiss me just once—as he kisses her. And then she would have given anything to banish the picture which her last woras brougnt up: Iris Morgan, arrogant, beautiful Iris, casually, even boredly accept- ing Morgan's passionate adoration During three years of necessarily intimate contact as the tawyer's private secretary. Nan had been forced to witness Morgan kissing his wife on a number of occasions —leave-takings, arrivals from jour- neys, and, occasionally, kisses for which there was no extraordinary occasion, except that the man's overwhelming love for his wife made him forget that an office wus no place for the demonstration ot passion, even thought it was marital. “Why didn't I realize every time I saw him kiss her that I would have given my life to be in her place?” the girl marveled in her misery. “I thought I flinched be- cause I hate h:r, because she's un- worthy of him, but it was because I was jealous! Jealous of a man's love for his wife!” she taunted her- self, taking a cruel satisfaction in hurting herself. “Probably she's all right, ana I'm the one that's been all wrong. Maybe she's fine and sweet and gracious, and I've been unable to see her clearly because of my jea ousy. But no, no! She isn't goo She's mean and cruel and selfish She despises him because he loves her so abjectly, but she doesn't hesitate to take advantage of his fame and his big fees. But—he's hers. And he loves her. Oh, what am I going to do? Oh, dear God. | what am T going to do?” But even as her heart was torn with the question she knew the an- swer. Shivering, she drew up the blanket and her resolution at the same time: “I'll have to resign. 1 —1I couldn’t bear it. Just another stenographer in love with wer boss!" Then, because her resolution was 80 firmly made, she permitted her- self one indulgence: Will you miss me, my darling? Oh. John Curtis Morgan, I love you so!™ (To Be Continued) BO SCOUT CAMP ENROLLMENT BIG . ror | ReY. J. J. Keane to Accompany §t. Joseph's Troop The Boy Scout office reports a steady advance in registration for on July 6, and continue for seven weeks, closing on August 24. The enrollment by weeks shows that the fourth weck fs already booked to capacity with 65 campers enrolled. This 18 the week of July 27, and no more can be accommo- dated. The first three weeks average 30 to 40 boys at the present, while the last three weeks have a slightly smaller enroliment than the first three, Troop 19. comnected with the St. Joseph's parish, will attend camp during the fourth week, and reserva- tions have been made for 25 bhoys. Rev. J. J. Keane has signified his fn- tention of camping with the scouts and he will be a member of the camp staff. Several other troops have notified the scout office of their plans to attend camp as units, and early registration is urged so that their scouts may he accommodated. The camp has received as a gift a camp truck which will be used in transporting Catholic scouts to Sun- day morning mass and holy day services, It will also be used in bringing supplies and carrying equip- men on overnight hikes. Three new boats have been added to the equipment. and one of these will be used for life saving purposes | only. Two of these new boats are a gift of the scouts and troop com- mittee of Troop 6, Maple Hill. A test of the well water has been | made by local board of health, and | the city bacteriologist, Chester Bow- | ers, reports a satisfactory test. | Among the campers recently sign- ed up are Burton RBrown, Ralph Marigold. Daniel Kennedy, Milton Miller, Russell Peterson, Joseph {For Feet that Sweat end Give off Offcnsive Odors 0Oil Must Give Complete Sat- isfaction or Money Back. You can odors in- Don't wait another day. remove the disagreeable stantly with a few drops of this pow- erful penetrating Antiseptic Oil. Druggists everywhere who know, say that Emerald Oil is the speedi- est and most effective preparation they have ever handled for tircd. aching, perspiring. ill-smelling feet. The very minute that this won- derful healing oil touches these sor-, tender, aching fect. you will get re- lief. It's simply amazing how quickly it acts. and no matter what others may tell you, there’s nothing just as good. Moone's Emerald Oil is gharan- money back. And now | I'm worse than the worst of them.' Camp Keemosahbee, whith will open | The Fair Says Moone’s Emerald | Duwellers Condemn-Conditions On North Wellington Street Indignation being freely ex- pressed by property owners on North Wellington street, who complain | that the highway which was accept- | ed by the city three years ago, and | on which several have already paid for projected improvements, has been left in a deplorable condi- tion. 5 Photographic evidence of condi- | tions has been gathered by the pro- perty owners to support their argu- ments before the board of public and they are planning to make an insistent demand that street operations be started. The accompanying picture shows the source of many a broken auto spring and numerous near accidents s well as a few actual crashes, none of which have resulted in serious in- jury, however. This condition, it is explained, is the result of the remov- al of about two feet of crushed stone placed in the highway and removed three weeks later. Hartford county has put ia its claim for havinz within its confin the meanest man in the world. Or that is what the police believe after hearing the sad tale of a woman who lives at 1558 Corpin av | His name is unknown, but Sun- | d afternoon he came to New Rrit- | ain (his home is in Southington) and recruited a gang of about 30 | boys for work in his gardens. Tta! promises werc gencrous and the lads | that they really had dis- | covered the pot of gold at the end | of the rainbox. funday night they all went to Southington so that they could up bright and early Monday to work in the gardens. And they did get up bright and early. All day lonz they gardens picking pras. They pleked nd they picked and never had = day scemed to be €0 hot or so long. toiled in the | home. Southington Farmer In Line For Title of Meanest Man In World Refuses to Pa)i 30 Pea Pickers/ Boys Toil All Day Under Blazing Sun and Are Dis- missed With Slap In Face Instead of Coin, Motker of One Tells Police. Never had it scemed so far from one end of the row to the other. FFinally the peas were gathered and the man had no further use for them. It is an old American custom to pay a man when he is through with a job, this also applies 10 boys. The were picked; they o manded their money. But with » few harsh laughs and some slaps across their faces, the man dis- missed them. to the road to New Britain and Walking was hot. But finally they got here; 30 tired youngsters be- imed by works in the fields. They do not know what to do. They €hould be paid, they belleve, but they do not know just how to 20 about getting their money. Next however, they will not be s 1lihle, O'Rielly, Burton Coutant, Walter Zuk, Teddy Zuk. Ward Kisselbrack, Wilfred Hartman, John Thomasen, Elwyn Edwards, Philip Nightingale, George Duncan, Arthur Goldman, | Clifton Andrews, Raphael Pasodos, Robert Taylor, Benjamin Taylor, Ei- | mer Maynard, Irving Rutherford and Rugsell Gold. ‘ | SECOND ACTION BROUGHT AFTER ALLEN ST. CRASH ied By Injurcd Hartford Couple Party Now Made Defendants By Owner of Wrecked Car. | Isahella who were lawsait Albert E. Dwyer and Dwser, both of Hartford, |made defendants in |broushtby Mrs. Laura Mezeskiewics [for injuries received in an auntomo- | bile accident at the corner of Stan- {ley and Allen st on May 19, we |made defendants today .in a suf |brought by the driver of the other automobile, Edward Okraska. Both suits are being brought through At-| torney Martin Stempien and are for 000 each. | Okraska claims damages to his | automobile and Mrs. Mezeskiewicz | claims permanent injuries. According to the allegation the | plaintiffs were riding in a northerly | direction on Stanley street when the Dwyer automobile, approaching the Allen-Stanley strect intersection on Allen strect. met the Okraska car. The plaintiff claimed that the de-| fendants’ car crossed in front of him | and at the time its driving was reck- | less and careless. | Deputy Sheriff Matthew Papeiak served the papers in each case. The Great Pyramid of Egypt. or Cheops tomb, is the largest build- | ing in the of 13 acres Plows Up Highway To Slow Up Autoists Hysham, Mont., June 25 (®- No longer will toyrists on their Way to Glacier National park speed through this town and raise clouds of dust. Mayor W. L. Wright, vesterday plowed long furrows down the main street, which also is the state highway. “And i that docsn’t stop ‘em I'll make ‘em bigger and better furrows,” he averred as he fin- ished. Bible Class Presents Purse to Fredrickson A delezation of about 20 members of the Everyman's Bible cl rpon Adjutant Carl Fredric the Salvation Army last night and presented him with & sizeable sum of money contributed by the class members. Adjutant Fredrickson will leave tomorrow to take over a new post in Gardner, Mass, President W. W. Gould of the Bible class and former President Edward Krause made brief speeches in connection with the gift, and the retiring adjutant responded. The zroup sang several numbers and spent an enjoyable evening. ARCHITECT TESTIFIE» London, June P—Edward Wilding, a consulting naval archi- tect of Liverpooi, resumed the wit- ness stand at the opening of the Vestris disaster inquiry today, am- plifying testimony yesterday that joverloading was not a material fac | tor in the loss of the ship. He stated his view that overload- ing to the extent of six inches Mournfully they took | Rides were not numerous. | as world. It was originally | hardly to be considered. lllhouthl teed to end your foot troubles or|425 feet high and it covered an area it might have accélerated the sink- llng by perhaps an hour. BOGDANSKI FINED 2 $260 AND COS Frank DBogdanski, 26, of 4% Horace street, pleaded guilty in pew |lice court today to the charge of violation of the liquor law in & storq {at 11 Beaver street on June 17 and * was fined $250 and costs with & Suss pended jail sentence of 30 days, OF recommendation of Assistant Proses cuting Attorney W. M. Greenstein, .. Attorney Martin F. Stemplen ape peared for Bogdanski, who is & sece ond offender against the liquor lawsy Sergeant P. J. O'Mara testifieq that he and Officer E. B, Kiely fols lowed two men into the store on;:’ | day of the arrest and Bogdans) | threw a bottle of liquor out & Wiy | dow when he saw them. The glasy |in the hand of one of the men | smelled strongly of liquor, the sers | geant said, and a small quantity wag |in the bottle when the police res | covered it in the yard. = | The®case of Anthony Matulis, 3 lof 395 Park street, charged Wil | violation of the liquor law, Was CORy tinued until tomorrow. Mr. Greepy stein told the court he was obl | to be in Hartford at 10 o'clock Attorney Harry M. Ginsburg, dee fense counsel, indicated that the case would be tried, so there wag not sutficient time today. . | Matulis, 1t is- alleged, was par owner or an employe of a store o | Hartford avenue where Bior Johne son was arrested,for violation ot thy |liquor law a few minths age. was out of New Rritain for ! sony time after the raid. e Stanley Szykowski, 40, of & Farmington avenue, charged withy | drunkenness and breach of Uh§ peace, had judgment suspended wity | probation, on recommendation of Mr. Greenstein. Supernumerary Of< ficer John Kranzit testified that Ny }.mmlgmd a complaint to heads quarters about 6:15 last nighiy | Szykowski's wife charging that ' alry | was assaulted. ; i | Otto Kanat, 45 of 134 Columbig | street, charged with violation of prés bation, pleaded for another chancey promising to stop drinkin otherwise beha Judge T warned him that he was in dan of goirng to jail for six months uni he corrected his mode of living. He continued the case in charge of tH§ probation officer with instructions to the latter to bring him into court the first time he misbehaved. - According to Probation Office¥ Connolly, Kanat has been drinkl and losing time from his work, N was before the court some time 4§v for non-support. i sent to Girls' Home = Jennie Chesere, 17, of 280 Kelac | street, was committed to the Housy | of Good Shepherd at Hartford on the | charge of being in danger of falling into habits of vice. She was taken into custody in Hartford yesterdsy and her mother testified that it was the second time she had run away from home, The young woman had nothing to say after her mother, Probation Officer Connolly and Miss | Ruth Bristoll, woman probation 0[1' ficer, had told of the case. e Chesere sald the only solution to th | case appeared to be commitment of the young woman to an institution | as she was unmanageable at homey Sent to Farm For Vagrancy = Walter Ferry, 40, of 438 Mais street, was committed to the statd farm at Norwich, on the charge of vagrancy to which he pleaded nol guilty. He was arrested by Officers Carroll and Gutoweki at 3 o'cl this morning in J. M. Finnegan' barn on Main street, where he | asleep. Officer Gutowski testifed: that Mr. Finnegan requested Sere geant Stadler to be on the loookoul for Ferry as he did not want hu to sleep in the barn. kS Ferry said he was on furlough from the Soldiers’ Home in Togas, Me., and intended to return July 5. He has been working off and om he said, and Mr. Finnegan probably, was provoked at him because he would not go to work for hini | “This automobile racket probably made him complain, but T slept tn | his barn before, 1 worked for Jg M.", he said . | Asked why he did not go home | 1ast night. he replied that he had been drinking and did not have his key. He has always been a drink. ing man, he said. Judge Tracewki | reminded him that in April the court |gave him a chance with the unders, | standihg that he would go to ti | Soldiers' Home and stay there. | “Well, 'm on a furlough. I'm | going Pack July 5th or sooner it ) 4 | get the money for carfare,” Ferry \ | replied. “The trouble is you haval | spent most of your furlough in pos lice court,” Judge Traceski observeds A Newspaper advertising for churche es is advised by the publicity come.. mittee of the Presbyterian general ;assembly. 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