New Britain Herald Newspaper, April 28, 1930, Page 14

|de it.” He laughed boastfully. CHAPTER I | heavy hands Para-| “If vou lose your life you'd have THE PUZZLE OF PARADOS | “I am not incompetent, Mr. “Are you Mr. Morrison?" dos,” T asserted. “ know a great |lost eyervthing, wouldn't you?" 1 shall neves forget Da deal about pictures and antiques.” | His magnificent conceit had irked as I saw him when I He grinned sourly. “Then what me and the words were out before head at the sound of his arrogant|dc you know about this stuff?'* 1 realized it. voice. He was stepping through the| “It's worth around a quarter of | “What d'you mean by that?" he| French window in the library in his|a million,” T said curbing my an-|shouted furiously. cienda on San Lucas|ger. I wondred if I should risk| “I'm sorry,” I apologized. “I sup- | speaking my mind. I decided to. |pose I was thinking of the imperma- | called| “You probably swindled it out of nence of life.” | | os had been nister figure on the|the estate for a hundred thousanl| The door opened at that moment | or girl entered. The toom was getting she brought into it that glowing| fluid grace of the perfect blond. She placed a sheaf of typewritten letters in front of Parados. “Hello, girlie,” he greeted her. switched on the desk lamp. secretary, Miss Ferris, hands with Mr. Hunt, s0.7 A chuckled | “I paid nin:ty thousand for th he boasted. “How's that? 1 myeelt thinking of Joln md Don Ramon Velasque It was impossible to think of Daa- Parados at time John Brent. founder of the Cali-|“This is my fornia branch of his family, hal|Hunt. Shake 1 Washing a | Celia.” hills, he be-| 1 dark, but| lot I fou Drent elephon of ned Int th H ame forty-niner all fortune from the hand was cold, her| his burly shoulder. The | hazel eyes impersonal. As I mum- bied something TParados slipped is arm around her waist and drew her slender body agzainst his burly shoulder Her eyes fled to the patio win. dow as if she expected to see some- onc. When they returned to mine | they were desperately afraid. W Hunt,” “It wa; exclaimed I wanted!” he[came a merchant and banker: family had prospered until after | the World W n Ramon was different oli r He built Tsland and gallant gentleman His son and grandson died in it, too. And 1 [ Parados — fsuit |and speculato oi corrupt politicians —with th Erent collection in one hand and the Velasquez lands in the other. You were MrSPara- b the f died in he hal ot damned! How are you? “Twenty-nin “And I suppose you about this art junk?"” know ail are she Outside there was a terrific, omi- ncus uproar of water churning in confined Its source, boatn was in The C a funne at the hes tide of t! glad to have you, Mr. limpidly. “We | don’t have Yy young men on San do we, Daddy Parados?” aughed in a hard, gay way, aking her ¥ colored hair. Parados grunt. Jong, Celia.” ge,” Parados Then, to me: reflected, was Dan peddler, gamt rafter and master ure n the was fortunat Shrewd corrected. “Keey only when ) wits—and vou' it scared. pay protest v have to. oil vour “Then why did Morrison send m2 | make money even in the antiqu a simp m> | busin If a man can’t hold what he knows he's he should lose it That wouldn’t complain,” I ven- You know just what I have?” hoil. some one were stron “I think so. I checked it once Parados’ ps ancestry take your wealth from | before you bought it.” apparent .in his short legs and lonz |you?” “Good. I don't know anything arms, in stocky shoulders anl| *“I'd like to see the boy that can | about the stuff myself.” little pac! muttered as <he left “Where were we at?” “I was wondering what you in- tended to do with the Brent colleg- tion,” 1 began, diplomatically. i good as tells thing about this stuff:” blood | who as got “You tured, “if enough to rem wis | ple will rememter. So {a natural ambition. His attitude puzzled m ol don’t seem particularly fhterested in the collection, Mr. Parados.” “Im not. Give me warm flesh and blood every time."” His clenched hand hit the desk. “Do you intend to keep your col- lection here?’ “For a while.” “I'm going to giv “To a museu nodded. “Mebbe dos Memorial Museum. sound?” “But T thought you weren't inter- ested in that sort of thing.” “It's none of your business, young fellow, but you might as weil know. I came from a bad outfit and I've handled a lot of dirt. Gat me straight, I'm not ashamed of it. It's brought me money and I'd do it again. But Dan Parados isn't going td live more’n another 20 or 30 vears and he'd like to leave something behind—something peo- he's taking He hesitated. the stuff away.” I exclaimed. He T'll start one—the Para. How's that up art.” He laughed, more than ever. I wondered it found a dynasty. and I detested him he had hoped to That would be Mrs. Parados, I recalled, had had no children. Parados seemed disposed to lin- ger with his thoughts, so I peerad into the shadows. The room wuis squarc. Book shelves, the hall door, another door and a fireplace occupied all of the north wall. The fire was not had been laid. Again:t opposite the fireplace =i00d : safe of ornamental design, it open. My heavy door ves traveled back to the fire- place. A dome-shaped glass case of the type used to house stuffed remains of birds stood in the cos- rer of the mantel. It appeared to be empty, and I wondered why. Just then the latch of the patio window clicked and a man in a dinner jacket burst into the room, his feet falling noiselessly on the blue Turkey carpet. He was of m- “Thnice No! ™ Selled PANSY WAFFLEIRON *‘None such as you can deceive me with your city tricks.” “I am growing impatient,” said Silas Weaseltassle. ‘‘Take what T offer you.” My daddy sent me for OLD GOLDS and I will take no other.” Old Silas saw his error for he knew that Pansy’s father was running for mayor and needed OLD GOLDS to give him the voice to win, Not a defeat in an electionload. OLD GOL FASTEST GROWING CIGARETTE IN HISTORY +eesseae..NOT A COUGH IN A CARLOAD MADE lighted, but the gratc | tho wall | — e bout | thosz height, slender Dbuild, He ' seemed one of tense, compact individuals. A folded newspaper was clutched in his left hand in such a way as to give me the impression that he held something between the two halves of the paper. Suddenly he saw me, his tension snapped and he stopped abruptly. Parados creaked forward in his chair, a destructive violence in his “What d'you want, Anner- man sald unsteadily. “I—I was looking for Miss Celia.” “What d'vou want with her?” Parados was furious. The man f‘iinched, but his eves were defiant. “That's my affair.” “Annersley.” “Yes?” “Shake hands with Mr. Hunt, This is Anncrsley. Hunt—one of my bright young men. Hunt is to be with us a day or two.” “Glad to %now you, Hunt,” An- nersley said tonelessly, and backed out of the room. Parados, still hot drummed on the table. “You might as well see this stuff. This way.” He had turned on the light, and we were halfway across the other door in the north wall when he stopped abruptly. 1 saw he was staring at the glass case that had caught my attention. Parados didn't speak. I had the feeling something inside him was | being torn up by the roots. He turned to me. “Do you believe in luck, Hunt? Luck symbolized by a—a—" “Talisman?” “That's it. A man’s lucky piece.” “No,"” said. “I'm not super- stitious.” “You don't know what I'm talk ing about?” he exclaimed. Then: “We'll leave that junk 'til tomor- 1o Have you met Mrs. Para- dos? 1 said 1 had. Parados jerked at a bell rope. The maid, a smug- with fury 1 to be ordained a priest in the Rus- sian seminary here. New York—John Emerson was strolling a deck on the Europa near sailing time. “Have you seen Mrs. Emerson?” he asked. “She came aboard ahead of me and has taken the keys of the cabin.” “On another deck his friend ran into Anita Loos | (Mrs. Emerson) “Have you seen Mr. Emerson?” she asked. “He's gone strolling with the keys to the cab- in.” They have sailed happy. Bristol, R. I.—A 20-foot. sailboat built by John B. Herreshoff, notel blind desigrer has been sent to the Ford museum at Dearborn. The Sprite, made in 1839, in recent years had been an ornament of the Herre- shoff family lawn. Philadelphia—Once again Pros- perio Sederio, who led the band for Dewey at Manila Bay, has wielded the baton on the admiral's flagship, the Olympia. In a wheel chair Se- derio directed the playing of “The Double Eagle,” the music Dewey ordered going into battle. The oc- casion was a Sunday celebration in |advance of the 32nd anniversary of the battle of May 1, 1898. Florence, Italy—Football in silk tights, velvet doublets and plumed hats! Two teams started playing in such garb, but before the game was |over the plumes and some other things were mostly under foot. The occasion was the anniversary of a battle of 1500 A. D., when football was played under fire of enemies cannon. Ilorence regards itself as [the mother of all football. faced young womayp, appeared. “Miss Jahries,” Parados barked, and the maid fled. The house- keeper, tall, angular, with fixe somber eyes, presented herself. “Is M. Flique in?" “No, Mr. Parados.” “Where is he? “I don’t know.' there anything vou do know?” Parados demanded vindic- tively. Then: “Keep your eye on your cuff links, Hunt.” His contemptuous tone made the inference of his remark brutally obvious, but I kept still. “Oh. Jahries!” he called again. “Yes, Mr. Parados?” “I shall not be in to dinner.” Parados went into the library ani shut the door. (Copyright, 1330, William Morrow and Company) Sunday Factory Work,‘ Is Stopped by Police Hartford, April 28 — When po- lice found a crew of 15 men work- ing at the Billings & Spencer plant on Park street yesterday, they ar- rested James Hanna, assistant su- perintendent; and Victor F. Bour- geois, foreman; on a charge of vio- lating the state law forbidding man- ufacture on Sunday. Police made the arrests after neighbors in the vicinity complain- ed of the noise. The workmen were permitted to go home while the as- sistant superintendent and foreman were released on their own recog- nizance after being taken to police station. Harna said the work yesterday was necessary in order to finish a rush order for the Russian govern- ment. David J. Post, manager of the company, said that in working on Sunday, Har -~ was acting with- out authority. Into the mystery of Parados’ home—and into Hunt's life—comes a beautiful girl intruder—tomor- M L S TOw. Herald Classified Ads have forced the old town crier to take his drum and beat it. ([ Plashes of Life ] Miss | nearly Roosevelt Field, N. Y. Frances Rees has dropped three miles in the air with a para- chute. It took a plane an hour and a half to get 14,800 feet and she came down in 14 minutes. A French woman holds a record of a drop of 16,430 feet. Jerusalem—Skeletons have been | Valley Stream, N. Y.—John Run-|found in the ruins of Sodom ani| ger has dropped 2,000 feet with his|Gomorrah by excavators for the hands tied behind him. He used u|Pontifical Bible Institute of Rome. new automatic parachute. { Huddersfield, England John Louisville—Miss P. Foley of Galsworthy's play “Strife,” which Louisville has tried bowling for the|depicts an industrial dispute and first time by competing in the na- has a happy ending in the way of tional tournament. For eight frames |a settlement, is to be given a week's her up INTERNATIONAL | the pin boys had nothing to do. In|run here in the hope that it will| |the ninth she knocked down one pin avert a crisis because of textile| and she finished with a sensational |workers' refusal to accept reductions | eight in the tenth. in wages. 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