New Britain Herald Newspaper, July 20, 1929, Page 10

N {oTALS 315 in ALL DIRECTIONS Y f THe ComMMon SNAIL | am | 7 | room had been re-papered, so that = e rrivant it A e | no longer over the fireplace \\z\s‘ o el AR Il il N e (o Nishat | there a dark square to cail atten- || B will aepil proatgch antl detally '“,Mk out through the Rain forest, | tion to the fact that Iris Morgan's o anything dep y N |a jungle sprayed by mist, and peer had been banished. There | | room, and in the latter a really not- l'“E [ihe. siver Bours s 6.2 Sast fone in love with Mergan. His wife, Iri That meant another kiss, of |you knew what she's done, you |t ball from the edge of the Rain for- Mot suspect Crawford and is cast |FUPL an embrace which he knew |let you talk way—" the amethyst and blue-green drapes Chicago 7 a narrow pass 100 feet wide, his practice and in his home. For | 1S\ Nan cried. “Forgive us, won't | across the street, and she’s going to too. was every piece of the Chinese - $ |and peaccfully, unaware of the little six-year-old Curtis. Morgan | her back while he opened the pack- | spend all his afternoons with her. ernistic furniture, but Nan had 1 speed up. e imiishe consents laughingly warned him. Sl charming and utterly comfortable Separated from the main falls by i M + ) new guest room with quiet - - > own small waterfall chewing away Iness, she tries to bring Morgan to f repose: arehouse re- g some hundreds of years the Zam- burst into uncontrollable laughter. |herselt whimpering. Somehow, dur- | the office, reposed a warehouse re some y Curtis goes to see his mother | 0, s n- will become the Rain forest. And they laughed at him again. diator cover. If you win, Nan men ! pendicitis. The doctor says his diet You've said exactly the same |sitting position. then dropped her 5 ’ ! Iiven as she uttered this bravado | X s 125 ROWS oF 105 TeeT e . > H (INTEGERS FROM 1 T0 125 INCLUSIVE) i seeks to comfort her, placing his | istelle>” he broke off. as he caught | bringing in a freshly typed brief age up. It had not been so difficult NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, T T Fres i ,!up. There is no amphitheater for DOELEAIL e . | through the veil hoping to see the 2 were new curtains and drapes in |L 2 t d the 400-f ’ J alls and the )-foot gorge. © 1929 # NER SERVICE INC. both dining room and drawing | | The racic In the rask into which TH HAS HAPPENED (it is!" he added, with such naive the way she talked to me! Tre n\»l;‘ vollvc‘um‘\ :t hr‘x?unhl!lll} f;f:n‘ifil‘ |and so narrow, lnc]!\n\uonlu] Geo- g a at Na g : like as dirt under her | etchings, to take the place graphic society declares, that an Nan Carroll, secretary to John |€nthusiasm that Nan laughed aloud, |ing me like I was dirt under | . fha goshe | ; ) e e awver, T | Jovouly, feet" the maid sobbed. “And if | pictures of which Iris had robbed | , et solter oonmld . ariVe. & it Ran i ril- |y 't axlc me Lol But it was the first wife's est, clift to the lip of the falls, All : ith & family friend, Bert | COUrse. And this time it was Wil- | wouldn't ask me to! i vl reated by if b ! ;jlx")aplsfo;\d"t“or e e has re. |lis Todd who halted uncertainly on | “Estelle” Nan reproved her room which had undergone fth RAE;: X HE{NER the waters of this great river find cently, i MQ“”“’,‘ Morgan does | the threshold. unwilling to inter- sharply. “You must realize T can't | most complete change. Gone were a way out of the trench through : % 2 w e ‘s | and bed-spreads; sone the amethyst | ) £ Just above the Victoria falls the H W was giving the most exquisite hap- Well, T guess somebody’s & [ i ant 5 “"'lr']h:\\::)‘\ ;{:?::L not realize it, Nan | Piness to the girl he loved tell you!" Estelle retorted. rug, the vanity dressing table with | 3 Zambezi is a quiet, placid river is mdn;en able to Morgan both in “We couldn’t wait for you, Wil- | rented that furnished cottage right |its amethyst jars and boxes: gonc about one mile wide, moving calmly L ¢ o K for v e there. She told Curtis so. | teakwood furniture. - { thunderous chaos just ahead. Only months she acts as long-distance | You? And come look for what |live there. She to a lures . thunderout licad .00 % ;‘;.,cé,’:»m. ¢ for him, bringing com- | Santa Claus left for you.” right in front of me. She said she| The interior dectorator ‘“‘l‘ \ \ |at the western a .,dd(?_,.«!,.z Lét?r o health o hit and his child, | She made a great ado of turning | wanted to be near. so he could | poken glowingly ot itheinewimods 5\ \ act on elther end does the water Ne's told him: *“No. this is to be our| \ | "1t 1s the western cataract which breaks the mews to Nan that he is | age containing the cravat she had | And she said Al L | 0\ A e, s ot ; Lot v .:\:,‘.S“’:‘h.:: i ‘5.“:‘“,”’ his ana | 8iven him. “to allow him time to| “Please, Estelle!” Nan inter- | guest room, suitable for a man and worries ‘l" Tj""}ifsf;l“ ‘}v"l““}v"_' fr Surtis' meed for her. asks her to |'ecover from the shock,” as she | rupted sharply. but automatically. wife of any age. It must be quietly \ & DID NOT HAVE A geological survey. This cataract is ; e T aaes Toneat toel| b wne npt wonadious oE ihe wet | EompIsIndi | fhavas dnghamaf, 10 SINGLE DROP OF FRENCH Boaruka or Cataract lsland. _Tn oTheir farcical marriage has 0% | Exactly what 1 wanted:” Willis | of hanging up the recelver, nor of feven loaked as if It had been lived ; | ! BLOOD IN HIS VEINS e o il e e e Sagnn vd by Crawford. returns. Feigning announced emphatically and pre- | rising from her chair and walking | Nan discovered, as she studicd > which during 3 s 4 g : tended to be very m hurt when | toward the window of her offic her e i st G, his lnees. Nan. heartbroken, deter- |MiS host and hostess exchanged |But she must have done these | Satisfaction, No :‘”“‘”“'} el 5 ¢ B s i B e aht and asks Dr. Black to |amused, significant glances. then | things, for after a while she heard | here of exote Lls RS an il es s : : ehiov. Iele fogs nasital, lese h nd-and-wife secrets.” | ing those first black moments, she | ccipt for all the gaudy trappings 7 Y P heel, 18- golng o’ (all m[‘|° ; "N; ; ian umbled. “Anyway, the tle|had fallen and struck her head|and furnishings which had given : 7 ; trench. lll\]:‘n nwlm; o{ et daily. She eds h rbidde SDYIRY, 1 Al Anp N SElEy 3 g e ; falls, incl .ivinstone island, :\'\,!_’..‘ He i u!\ »M»‘l" .!-7,';,5”;,;" mny! It's a beauty against the sharp corner of the ra- | Place to the new. 3 ; falls, including morning with an attack of ap- | % 5 - | tally promised her rival, “you may A But if the western cataract works Morgan explained The male vo- I must have fainted,” she mar- h‘\\h T"h‘_ SEnA il mmpnl . 2o fastar than the Booruka fssure, P et be watched closely, though |cabulary. under certain circum- |veled dully. Dizaily. with terrific| @1 t0S e Lo | ¥iatoria fuileimay become & rapias. Nan knows she is powerless to pre- seems to be curiously lim- | effort, she pulled her body into a | ™Me¥ 08 e R & g vent Irie' interference. Morgan ; i St ! frox §i 4 v 1is AR o, dlnner. He 1 ng about that tie that I've just |head into her icy, violently trem- | L 3 J . foreior suitor of Nan's, When they | been saying to Nan about this | bling hands. to herself, Nan knew \]m(] she was | e ahe {ells him of Tris. He | Watch she sgave me. What is it.| It was thus that Kathleen O'Hara. simply whistling to keep her cour- — ATOTAL OF (3,125 s 2 5 ¢ 8 AT i 5 TR i | R e e oniders. Margan | 8ight of the maid beckoning to him | which Nan had dictated that mora- | 40 be brave, cleveriand iard swhilsi THERE ARE MORE THAN 625 DISTINCT WAYS \_\——\ TEETH. []F TIRES T[] TE”‘ nds them i i OF FINDING 5 NUMBERS THAT ToTAL 315 8 * P ST —_— finds them thus from the doorway. ing. found her employer. | Jonn Curtis Murl;.'lmlr e safely | o s e e 2 O ny goodnesst Miss O'Hara | A¥aY from the spell of the woman | NOW GO ON WITH THE N o lephone, si she answered, | cried shrilly, dropping the brief and | 8cross the street. But in 24 "0‘““1 he would be home again, and then | CHAPTER XLIIT with an odd note of resentment or sinking to her knees beside the bow- x -3 \r‘. o It Nhn Carroll Morgan had not | sulkiness in her voice ed little figure on the floor. “What | —What - Ve ED heen so completely in love with her It required no unusual amount of |is the matter, Mrs. Morgan? Has - \Broadsides in Mail and How The Bradley case, which John husband, she would have fallen in love with Willis Todd, out of sheer gratitude for the way he met what might have been a very embarras. sing situation. Rather, it was not what Willis did, but what he did not do which Nan, even in her confusion, recognized as the height of tact Willis did not remove his arm from about her shoulder: he did not apologize: he did not try t explain to the husband who had halted uncertainly on the threshold of the drawing room. He did not feel guilty. He had done no wrong; Nan had done no wrong. He sim- ply refused to put himself in the wrong by acting like a guilty lover caught by a betrayed husband. “How's the boy, Mr. Morgan he called out, with just the right amount of sympathetic interest. “I'd like to run up and speak 1o him, if he's awake. You know 1 used to see him at the office when T called for Nan.” “He's still slightly feverish, and had very little appetite for his milk toast,” though maybe that was be- cause he was mourning for the tur key he couldn’t have,” Morgan an- swered, exactly as if nothing had happened 'm sure he'd be glad to see you, Willis. I told him you were here and he said he had a Christmas present you. Prob- ably some little trifle he made in his manual training class school.” “Then I'l run up,” b He rose and mnot till then did he withdraw his arm from across Nan's shoulders. “Don't be gone too long. We're going to open Christmas gifts and there is a Santa Claus!” Nan promised him gaily. When the young man had left the room, Nan rose from the couch and strolled to the tree. She wondered it Morgan had noticed the still un- dried tears on her cheeks and what she would say if he questioned her. “Shall we’ light the tree now?" she called over her shoulder. “Press the left-hand button for the Christmas tree lights ‘and snap off the others. Now! Doesn't it look lovely 2" “I hope you'll like your presen dear,” Morgan said, in a voice sounded a little constrained, for his effort to malke it cheerful. “Jt was hard to know what to get you Want to open the box now. while we're alone? I'd rather be the sole witness of vour disappointment, if you don't like them Them 2" Nan repea laughing “This hox is pretiy small fo hold more than one gift. Oh. John! 1 never had anything rgeous in all my life She lifted from their satin 1 an antique necklace and pair bracelets of squarc-cut topazes in exquisitely wrought gold filligree. “I got them because they're just the color of the lighlights in your hair and eyes” Morgan told her. his voice rich with satisfaction “They're 150 years old, by the way —first presented to a very famous French actress by a royal princ Full pedigree furnished on request there's something clse in the . Lift up the satin pad. dear an obeyed and drew out & credit memoran m upon the city's most fashionable furrier gered her for a mor “Why, John, darl ford many myself, intuition for Nan to guess that the call was from Iris Morgan “Don't look like that, honey.” Willis whispered, as Morgan strode across the room toward the library to answer the call. “I'm glad I came tonight. 1 see now why you feel about him as you do. He' a prince. Fight for him, Nan. He's worth it.”" “That's big of you, Willis” Nan murmured huskily Tl fight all right, but — so will she. And she has the bisgest advantage over me that one woman can have over an- N And that is “John was mad about her for the whole eight years they were mar- ried, and he never really possessed her. Now she pretends she's just as much in love with him as he ever was with her. Can't you sce how the thought of possessing her com- pletely, after all those years of frus- trated adoration, must affect him?" “Buf he loves you,” Willis Todd protested. “Not in that insane slavish way. perhaps. but truly, deeply. You've got to believe that, an." I do” Nan said simply. T wouldn't fight for a minute if T didn’t believe that. Now. I'm going to tune in on some choir music. 1 love the Christmas hymns. Don't yoeu?" Nan was at the radio cabinet and Willis Todd was relaxed in a big wing chair before the fireplace when Morgan re-entered the room. With a deep sigh, whether of worry or contentment Nan could ot know, he dropped to the couch and stretched his long legs toward the crackling flames of the wood fire. “Music. John? Or would you rather just talk?" Nan called A sandwich—music, talk, more music. Some carols, if you can find any in the air,” her husband answered. Four days later Nan Morgan looked back upon that Christmas cvening and tried, desperaic with need of its happiness and peace. if only in memory, fo recapture every moment of it “And I sat there, smug as a pussy-cat, listening to carols and telling myself that 1'd been making a mountain out of a molehill; that there was nothing to be afraid of.” Nan reflected hitterly, on the da that she knew that Dr. Black's warninz had not heen the idle me dling of a he-gossip e was in her own office, read- ing a long, telegraphic report from her hushand. filed at the state cap- Al where he was conducting the e on its appeal to : court phone rang. Absently for the r her oves stened upon the tele- gram Hellc Yes, Listelle. What's the maiter? Quit panting and try to talk plainiy. Is it—Curtis?" Estelle’s urgent ame over the wife, 1 mean lunged, was caught Zvip of a pain so intense that moment there was nothing e world but that terrible pain. A A hit. when that dread- il contraction of the heart muscles I relented somewhat, she hecame i t 1ty whisper v cardrum o th an with must listen patience out till you come hom 1t do nothing with her Honest. 1 couldn't docs she want?” But wl vant her home. het er ol Hadn't Dr oull stop at nothing wants prntod anything happened? Are you sick “I'm—all right,” Nan answered, lifting dazed, blind eyes. “Just— your nd. Thank you. No, I don't want any water I'm all right. Please go away, Miss O'Hara.” When the frightened sccretary had closed the door reluctantly be- hind her, Nan, at her desk again, lifted the receiver of her telephone and called a number “Estelle? Mrs. Morgan speaking. | It Mrs. Iris Morgan has not left the house yet, will you please take down her portrait from above the fireplace and give it to her _“She said she wasn't going to take it. She said she wanted it to stay where it is” Estelle bab- bled. “She's gone now, anyway— “Then,” Nan said. “please tell Jig Pat to take it to —her house s the street—and leave it!"” CHAPTER XLIV Not even Nan's quisotic con- science could eed in froubling her seriously when she had time to | consider the irresistible impulse which had made her force Irls Mor- gan to take her portrait along with her other belongings. She could feel nothing but a fierce exultation that that reminder of Iris Morgan's heauty was gone at last. When John Curtis Morgan's sec- ond wife returned home that last I'riday in December she went from room to room of her husband’s house and viewed. with stony eyes. the havoe wrought Ly the first wife's pillaging. The lincn presses had been ruthlessly ransacked of their finest treasures. Only the plainest, most utilitarian of the sheets. towels, table clothes and napkins remained. Nan shrugged and passed on. Bric-a-brac and tapestry missing from library, drawing room and dining room: pictures gone from almost ever wall; great gaps the hook shelves, Resolutely, her emotions numbed by a cold anger. Nan forced her- self to enter the big bedroom which had once been occupied by Tris and the man who was then her hus- band. Nan expected to find the room de- nuded. Certainly Iris could claim legitimately that all its furnish- ings belonged to her. Vividly Nan vecalled the occasion of the room's redecoration — an eighth wedding anniversary present from John Cur. tis Morgan to his wifc had f en to Nan's iot. as Morgan's se retary. to total the exorbitant bills and write cheeks for them. Oh, ves. the contents of this room of all rooms were certainly Iris Morgan's to do with as she pleased But on the threshold Nan stopped and stared, incredulously at first, then with a dawning compre- hension which made her childish mouth set in a hard. cynical smile Ior the 100m was exactly as Iris \ad left it nearly a vear ago. Ti methyst and blue-green taficta Irapes still hung at the windows the narrow heds of inlaid Chinese teakwood were still dressed in their blue-green taffeta spreads, as it de- murely awaiting their rightful occu- pants Not even the vanily dressi table, with its rich treasure of scen hottlcs nd hoxes in amethyst crystal had been touched o vou've left it ready for vour | veturn.” Nan mentally addressed t r woman. “Clever of you have transplated room m this house to yvour porary home would have been an cknowledgment of defe But to it erc. waiting Oh clever of you, Iris The brown 1 jerked up then: the red of battle glowed in cye that had ween stony with a cold anger and contempt. “Well, Iris!" she chal- lenged lier unseen rival t's about time I was cle v conference the very next day be- tween Nan Morgan and one o v's most trustworthy interior rators. Shortly affer their u Morgan had paid his new v tesy of adding her nane 1 joint checking ount o Now thout compu she prepared to draw upon it | Curtis Morgan was defending on an | appeal hefore the state supreme court, did not go to the jury until | Tuesday noon. The Blackhull case was to re-open the next day, after an adjournment due to the sudden, serious illness of the star witness. the old butler, Edgars. Nan spent | the whole of Tuesday working on the Blackhull case, so that her | hushand should find evervthing in readiness for the delayed opening on Wednesda At half-past five his telegram came. Nan had not yet left the office. 'There was no need now for her to rush home to Curtis, for the child, obeying his mother's com- mand, was spending his afternoons | in the little house across the street. | Nan had not dared issue a counter- order to the child to stay at home If such an order was to he issu it must come from the father. She opened the telegram. “Leav- ing . Arrive 11:15. Los Please meet me. John." | Lost! Nan stared at the word. | How sore his heart must be! He had so counted on winning this | case. Lost. Not very many times in his career as a criminal lawyer had John Curtis Morgan been forced to make that confession. Through her tears. Nan saw the very letters | of the word grow giant in size. | 1.ost. It was like a cry from her heart to his—not, “I've lost.” bhut 1 am lost.” Would he not be “lost™ indeed, when he came home to find Tris almost in his very house — only the width of a street between her and nim? A magnet drawing, drawing, until he was lost indeed Nan closed her cyes for a mo- ment, then looked at the message again. “Please meet me.” Suddenly exultation swelled in her heart. He wanted her; he needed her. He was sad and discouraged, and he was crying out to her for comfort. When she met him at the train, his effort to he casual and philo- sophical over his defeat made Nan want to press his head against her breast and murmur broken little words of love and comfort “Well, Nan — that's that!” he said, his mouth quirking dewnward in the smile she knew so well. Bu there was no smile in his deep-set black eyes. “Guess we were about due for a tumble. Morgan & Mor- gan were goetting too cocky : Jut we musin't slip up on the Blackhull cas Bocause there was so much that | must be said. and which she could not yet bring herself to utter, Nan was unusually silent on the drive homeward. Morgan, glad to let her | have the wheel, relaxed aguinst the cushions and closed his cyes, hut not once did he take his arm from ahout her shoulders. “Here we are, dear”” Nan said, | when they were turning into their | own driveway. Sorry to disturh you T was almost asleep,” he ad- mitted, as he sprang out to open the « doors for her Two or thice minute 3 1 walked arm and arm along the driveway to the front of the house, Morgan exclaimed “Well, well! 1 see the Fanner cottage has been rented. Who our new neighhors, Nan Nan couldn’t tell him—not to- ni when he was so tired and 1. -While was still struggling for words — any words rather than truth. the necessity for answer- was taken out of her hands porch light of the littl rass the street canie on at that moment, and out of the pped two figures — a man | a woman. Nan recosnized the instantly s Rufus Hubbard L divorce lawyer. T oman. of course, was Iris Morgun. Beneath the unnsually williant porch light | her heauty. enhanced by o formal evening gown, was a breat aking revelation Morgan stopped stone 1 and stared. Nan felt his arm contract and harvden until her own hand tucked within, wa almost crushed by the pressure. He did not move or speals until Jris had callod o g good-night to her caller and van W ished within the house, W tufus T.£ & HUSBANDS OF THE SAME WOMAN ARE BU N ORDER OF THEIR DEMISE. THE INITIAL LETTERS OF THER NAMES SPELL C-A-R-E-S urcs Syndrate, Ine, Great Britarm ¢ Minneapolls; Kansas \ CARTWRIGHT | DROVE IN 7 RUNS IN ONE INNING! Sepl 23, 189¢ bedroom deor. The next morning Nan was not surprised to sec Iris Morgan on her own porch, obviously awaiting her former husband’s appearance. Brazenly, in defiance of ncighbors who might witness the scene, Iris beckoned to Morgan, imperiously. He paused uncertainly on the step. his hand tightening convulsively upon Nan's shoulder; then, as her ves lifted to meet his, they en- countered such a tragic, humbie plea for guidance or permission, perhaps, that she nodded mutely She was about to turn back into | the house, as Morgan started across | the street, when the thought of the neighbors whom Iris scorned to consider stopped her. If any com- munity gossip was watching from behind a curtain, let her also re- port that John Curtis Morgan's wife had sanctioned that interview to take place ucross the street. As she forced herself to look on, she was rewarded for the effort it cost her to stay by sceing Morgan firmly and definitely refuse his former wife's invitation to enter the house. Whatever was said between them— and the interview was bric obviously to Morgan's impaticnce to be gone—was said on the porch. Iaintly across the strget came the tremulous cadences of Tris' voice After a ver few minutes the man turned his back upon that oice and its passionate pleas; | turned toward the little figure | waiting, erect and smiling “Goodby again, Nan—and thank | you,” he said in low voice. “I'll put this house on the market today, bhut there is no need for us to wait until it is sold. We can he quitc comfortable at @ hotel for a few days, until we find a suitable house—"" Relicf so exquisite that it squeezed happy fears out of her cyes swept over Nan's heart: He had not failed her, God bless him! Now she must not fail him What? Sell this place, when I've just had so much fun redecorat- ing? Not if I have anything to say about it. John!" Her voice was gaily Indignant, hut her steady eves said something very different: “We mustn't run, John. We can’t win this fight by running away from it." And it avas what her eyes said that he answercd. “Thank you Nan.” Then, not looking at her: ‘[ have given my permission. Nan for Curtis (o visit his—mohter every afternoon l—could not re- fuse. He is—all she has left.” “I have not kepi him from her,” Nan answered evenly “T know he greed quickly “And—thank you again, Nan. . Now I've got to m v for the courthous lunching to- zether i ; Fine! Goodby. dear, and—don't worry!" During the week that followed Nan had many occasions to recall his futile advice, “Don't worry!" And every tin ¢ remembered her lips twisted i that new, eyn- ical. bitter smile that set so oddly upon their younz softness (CONTINUED MONDAY) DRESS TOO DRAB Tondon, July 20.—Present day clergymen dress too much like un- lertakers, says Roey Bourchier vicar of 8t. Juc I7ew Zyvimen have the conrag 20 about dress od like reason human being he says. Their present method cssing caleulated more nything 1o noan effective harrier v clergyman and much late Famous Star Cluster Seen in July the great to its neighbor: July 20 () can be seen nearly carly evening sky strain the imagination find this larze butterfly |times the distance from the earth to stretehed wings outlined by consiellation Her- whi locate the butterfly are about half- well-known semi- the northern crown I ar Vega. the in this part of the I nearly in the best configura- which th ents called by name it the Kneeler, and v time that was renamed Her- } should have received unknown. The re- butterfly is mort his constellation con- kable cluster of stars. 1 halfway from hutterfly along the ft wing a shagp glimpse of the Hereules, A tele- Bere to advantog cope the cluster is a appearing ik chrysanthemum these globular star present in our stellar the stars happened balls in this way is at The Hercule one in {he 1 hemisphere and one of the distanc is 36,000 jts lip at an cstimated average rate | @) There has been much concern for fear a new hreak CON great " they MORTHERN o CLUSTER _.==" *--o--—-¢ HERC\‘,}LES N constellation are speeding together at the rate o 12 miles a second. In a single year | a distance four | Although we are moving so rapid- looks no brighter from year to ye: represented FEAR EXTINCTION Victoria Falls May Become Rapids, Geologists Say Washington, is worried waterfalls of the world Brazil, are the greatest. They Alfect Him (Contributed) | Dear Mary Ann. | 1 was kinda disappointed yester- day to find the postman had no | mail for me from you. It seems a'l | he ever hands me outside of invi- tations to pay my bills is catalogs advertising tire values direct from factory at a big saving to huyer, ete. | Most of them are from outa~town | industries although they know 1 patronize home products. As to per- formance they claim their tires can |do everything except read road | signs at night, tell traffic cops | where to get off, or run so smooth- [ly that you'll travel 3 miles after your buggy has alregdy run outa gas. One page usually set . aside | for testimonials from huyers com- | pleté with a line of banana vinegar that helps to make up the bedtime | stories, as in the following. Dear Sir: Enclosed find $6.06 check for which please send me a 34 by 4 “Knock-kneed” tire fresh from fac- [ tory at a direct saving to me. I [ nave several of your tires on my bus that have been around a great deal. In fact, they're still round. These tires ars so smooth riding, | even when taking short-cuts over curbstones, that the all talkie, With | sound cffects, in the rumble seat has nothing to say (for which I am | thankful) and even if she did I'd pay no attention to her. Signed. OSCAR INKWELL. Gentlémen,—if any— In trying to beat an engineer {o the crossing I misjudged my dis- tance or something and s tossed for a further distance than you can cast a fishing line. On snapping outa the daze I was much sui- prised to find your “Knock-kneed" tire wrapped around my neck, which had bounced down the hard tracks | (the tire, not my neck) without even | going flat. Enclosed find order for 3 more “Knock-kneed" tires to | take the place of those the cow- | catcher carried into next town. | When I collect the pieces of the | flivver and put them together again I'm gonna place “Knock-kneeds” | all around, providing I can find the | chassis and the state gives back my | ariving license. Signature HAP HAZZARD, Sir.— Send me at once another 32 hy 1, “Knock-kneed Special” post- | paid, as my last one was a victim of circumstances. While passing a | heautiful cow pasture where grown {men in boys' pants were hitting a white pill away from them only to change their mind and go after it again, my axle breaks and your “Knock-kneed"” tire, that had gone 19,000 miles without a sign of a nervous breakdown, rolled into an cxeavation whizh was surrounding a fella trying to get out without us- ing a step-ladder. When I arrived this irate bozo with a stick that had a doorknob like attachment was socking the tire like “Kid” Kaplan does an opponent. So tough was the slight nick on the casing. Signed, LOTTIE TROUBLE. I’ 8. 1 almost forgot to mention the tire went flat, through no fault of workmanship, but T immediately filled it up with the air in that vi- cinity which was blue enough te loist a dirigible ANDY DALE seologi- | WHO SAID CIGARETS? \ survey states that the future of London, July Dr. Iriedrich Bosser, German specialist, will never make his fortune signing his okeh on a certain brand of cigarets. H Insays to eat more chocolate to grow thin and healthier. He claims, it is said, that chocolate effects a permanent cure of weak hearts, neurasthenia, neuralgia and nerves. CANNON CLOUK Cleveland, July 20.—An odd clock the | that is displayed in a local jewelry store here is novel enough, but it would be inconvenient to be caught With it when the sun wasn't shining. Hubbard's jaunty stride had carvicd | the layman,” ost o the extent of its capie him to the sidewalk. the light a ort the ghost 1 off. Then slowly Ivis Morgan from her home and par years. This is the first century any- {1t consists of a toy cannon with a hrighter one has heen concerned about it burning lens mounted so as to strike gan ascended the steg Ceraers iy T el G “'l Zambegt river, after collecling | the powder. When the sun crosses U S L alor e eTer Aolipn) Aoy b duly ew couple c § s | the drainage water of south cen-|the line at noon, it ignites the pow- 10 celehrate their radium wedding largest | tral Africa, starts for the Indian |der and the cannon hooms, denoting I e L ‘ ! L cwas dc| 0 ) nniversary—for it comes in Al ocean over the surface of a plateau. | lunc & it el BN ’m’«;H\ ome from the state capital 10 fake | tween Nan and her usiand tha \ year of wedded bliss. How- SRR R O T turniy i ; t other up the interrupt cnse of The | nigl it it was & man with sick | ever, John Bailey bought his wife a | Hercules Vega as to the from the plateau a distance twice| Since 1915, 1 ouldn’t he a finer |y : as Siate versus David Blackhull, Nan | eyes deep, new lines in his [ niee little present recently fo cele- | hutterfly the point in the | the height of Niagara | i I Ba 1 ¥ 3 Morgan mads 1 tour o 1er home hag face that the girl Kissed | Lra their radinm anniversary. Both | heavens 1o ard which fhe What a beau ¥ her, after and found it good. The drawin her good-night just outside her own IS AN EXPEASIVED ONDE ik you. dear at v n heard her 24 hours hefore Morgan was duc Iy me was not mentioned be- 50,000 houses have been built n ingland providing sun and | The Zambezie drops fnto a crack |homes for five or six million peo- R Il the plancts, including the earth, |in the carth, but it is not .\\\.xllo\nv(llp]v».