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| K. K. the store.” Another Main street store issaid to have been included in the warn- ing, but the manager denied any, knowledge of the second missive. 1t is likely the letter will be turn- ed over to the postal authorities and the arrest of the writer re- quested. recount. ‘ are going to blow up Other nominees for state offices were: _ Lieutenant governor: | Youngman, (r). renominated, | Strabov Claggett, Newton, Secretary of state: Frederick W. Cook, Somerville, (r), renominated, Chester D. O'Brien, Boston, (d). Auditor: Alonzo B. Cook, Bostoy, | (r), renominated, Francis X. Hu ley, Cambridge, (d). Attorney general: | Pretendin’ there's a Hun on his tail, | bite of breakfast. I have an idea ‘n.m's what he is. And see him| (Copyright, 1930, Duffield and | straighten out. Hi-yi, and he does Company) a loop!" ! “He's Captain Vaneering's interest | Dagger. Dagger is more than casual. Sure, lady. And now he's right-;uaggcr respond to his love? STORE HEAD GETS THREATENING NOTE Writer Says Business Place Will| Be Blown Up Tomorto¥ | companies May Merge —— To Make Radio Tubes William 8. in and Wil upside down!” protested | by Mary Dahlberg Synopsis: Dagger Marley, year-old niece of a Texas rancher, The plane came out of the loop, slipped earthwards in a steep, graceful dive. Ahead of it, | middle of the field, was a white tar- (@. } \ ‘ his guns.” Joseph E. rescues Blaine Howard, American vagabond adventurer, from some Mexican insurgents. At the ranch| Howard wins the respect of old Jim Marley, Dagger's uncle, and of | Dick Welling, an Englishman crip- | pled by loss of an arm who has | come to the ranch to forget s past trouble. The paths of How and Welling have crossed my teriously in the past. falls in love with Howar tas a wife he does not love, bt he resists the temptation to retur Dagger's affection and Allied armies reported missing in action ably dead. Meanwhile leaves the ranch to joi commission buying hors army. Dagger, heartbroke less of Howard, goes to Visit aunt in San Antonio. Chapter 8 INTO WAR'S MAD WHIRL Aunt Espy—a child's on Elspeth—was a bustling, tle woman, with bright, beady eves She was never in doubt on any sul ject, and regarded the world suspicion she made no atte hide, but her soft drawl genuine kindness of he to minimize the effect of erwise must have seemed “My glory, child.” Dagger at the station, “vou s do look peaked. Whatever has Jir Marley been doing to vou? “We're short-handed ranch,” Dagger parrie been hot.” “Hot! tenio, but that would let a an outlandish name would be bound to ove own flesh-and-blood. And is two years 1t You've got to think of Alix. You ca the time.” “I've been too tion to clothes,” confessed Dagger. “Ill be bound! Well, the first thing we do is to see that you're dressed as becomes a girl of your| age. I reckon I'll have to fatten you, | too. It doesn't favor vou to be| skinny, child. From the automobile they had entered, Dagger stared curiously at the swarms of soldiers in the streets, and her aunt snapped tart- 1y: “Yes, there's all the men in crea- | tion in the place, and a pretty girl can have a different beau every| evening. I hope you won't lose your head like a lot of flighty chits I could mame, and go gallivanting with whoever asks you, just because he wears a uniform.” Dagger laughed a little bitterly. “I haven't any desire to go galli- vanting, Aunty; but it will be fun | to see a few men who aren’t old or peons.” “You'll be sick of ‘'em in month,” he aunt predicted. “Too much man is like too much sweet- | ening—bad for comfort.” | High over head sounded a mighty, droning roar, as if some monstrous bumble-bee was buzzing past. In the street, people craned their necks, and Dagger thrust her head | out the car window to look up. All| she caught was a swift glint of | wings ' lined against the blue of | the sky; but the sheer miracle of | the picture, choked her. “How gorgeous,” she cried. aeroplane, Aunty! “Most as many of those fool con- traptions as men,” her aunt refort- ed. “That Willie of mine goes up in them every day. Nothing would do, but he must be an aviator. 1| argued with him, and you might | think his mother's feelings would mean something. Not for a mo- ment. Young folks don't heed their parents any more. Willie took him- self off to Kelly Field, and next I heard he was a flying cadet.” “But you're proud of him, Aunt Espy,” exclaimed Dagger. “I'd give anything to fly.” “Well, by all the say, it's gerous enough,” sniffed Aunt T 1'd sleep easier mornings, if 1 did kpow that about sunrise Willie's likely to go up. Oh, he'll talk you deaf-and-dumb when he sees you about props and tai , and ailerons, and nose-dives, and 1 don’t know what. And as careless | of themselves as if they were angels, with wings sprouting from their shoulders.” “Wonderful!” Dagger co scarcely contain her excitem “Flying must be better ing. When will Willie be I “He gets leave every night or so. But first, we simply must go shop- ping. I can't have you receiving callers dre Jim Marley's idea of wear. I'm amazed he you off in khahi p To tell the truth, Dagger e immensely those feverish hour ing which her au s hot he Humg des behi d to pay atten- “An D! n't da eerin little city pleased by | for Willie, y inter fetching | fellow cadets; but| at the last possible itted by his pass, he| ng, with his companions er's least attentions, | marked the inau- | round of | n Antonio | med with troops. Dagger went from luncheon to tea, and from tea dinner, and from dinner to a e —at some private house or on the St. Anthony Roof, always| a favorite resort of the military ele- ment. In a couple of weeks she be- | came one of the most popular of | ) zirls in local society. | ev ation ning of a ies for eless tiv sw the younger g More often than not, she was es- corted by her cousin or one of h mmediate friends. They were| voung, amenable to discipline, | wultless dancers and adorably in- fatuated with her. And if they were | clined to sappy why, she had | , far failed to meet any older man, whose character was more attrac- | tive. i One night, however, on the St. Anthony Roof, when she was damc- ing with Willie, her eve was caught by a tall, young captain, the pilot's wings on his chest topped by two | rows of ribbons. “Who's that mz cousin, Willie cast a ha “Captain . 1 tell you, CWhy i “Don’'t you know him achieved a conscious super tene. “Why, he's a in the Royal I she asked her | v glance “aneering —Jack h a hot Van one " Willie ority of | He was| ring and | Cory transferred home after we came in. | He's teaching combat flying out at Kelly.” After the dance Willié left her | to fetch a glass of punch, and pres- ently returned without it, a flush | ¢ pride on his smooth cheeks. say, Dagger, what do Y he demanded. Vaneering stopped me, me who vou were. He wan introduced.” Chapter DAGGER YEARNS FOR WI Over her cou shoulder Dag- ger saw Captain Vaneering ap- | proaching. | Do you know him, then?” she ed. “Well, of course, he's a captain, | vou | ptain | and asked to be | |get in the shape of a trench. Van- | cering swept down upon this, the twin machine-guns mounted on | his cockpit commenced to sputter. Up leaped the biplane énce more, |and soared into the blue, so high | that she all but lost sight of it, re- | appearing in a series of flopping, tumbling drops which sent her | heart into her throat. | “on, he 7 Not him, lady,” the mechanic reassured her. “Just playin’, that's all. But he's through. See?” The ti e had straightened |out, and s sliding through the |air, with ne cut out. Dagger | fencied it must surely hit the | ground, out of control, but Vaneer- | ing raised its nose, and it dropped w en in the ‘ and | CLOSE ELECTION {G. 0. P. Adopts Wet Plank to g Draw Voters | I Boston, Sept. 18 (P—Politically | minded citizens of Massachusetts | |turned their attention to an event | |0 the future today after studying | |the results of a primary contest | | which brought gubernatorial nom- | |inations to Frank G. Allen, republi- | can, and Joseph B. Ely, democrat, |and the senatorial nominaticfs to William M. Butler, republican, and Marcus A. Coolidge, democrat. The | Warner, Ta Harold W. Sullivan, Boston, (d). Congessman A. Piatt Andrew of Gloucester, won his fight for renom- ination against Mrs. Martha N. Brookings, in the sixth district Andrew, a wet republican, was given a stern battle by Mrs. Brookings, vho had the backing of the dry forces. Joshua L. Brooks of Sprin field, republican, won over three others in the second district. Others who were renominated over opposi- tion were William P. Lynn, (d); Fredepick W Cambridge, lass, Boston, (d). One last-minute upset deteloped. It was thought that De Witt C. DeWolf of Chester Dallinger, ton, (r), renominated, | Connery, Jr., | (r), and John J. Doug- | What is believed to be an attempt to revive a Ku Klux Klan scare in this ctiy, is contained in a letter re- | ceived by a local merchant telling | | him that unless he leaves the city | within 10 days from the date of the letter, September 9, he and his store will be blown up. The letter is printed in pencil, and obviously was laboriously com- plied. Written on ordinary cheap | stationary, it fills' four pages, with , memorandums on the margins. The missive makes a few uncom- plimentary comments upon the mer- , stating that the writer has followed him “from coast to coasf and intimates that the business of which he is the head would be |* A mergér of the Mirants Realty Corp. and A. T. Mirante nanufacture of a radio tube invented by Alexander T. Mirante of 321 Clinton street, is ex= pected to be consummated soon. The youthful inventor has patents ed a double filament radio vacuum which, it is claimed, makes it pos- |sible to use tubes for twice their normal life by the operation of a mechanical adjustment near the ‘bas:‘. Manufacture is now being car- | ried on in Springfield, Mass, for western markets. Art League Members | Will Meet Director {had won the democratic race in the easi sc surface of the field. He clim ed over to D: X er, “Like it?" She nodded “It or cot fore, but was rse, be I've not close too. returned. e ing-cars, analysis, he polo — they're reminded her of Blaine she queried. than in a three-point landing that | cely spurted the dust from the out lithely and stroll- hting a cigar- loss for words. | I expected. seen planes up be- “There's nothing like flying,” sailed, driven rac- ridden to hounds, played all washouts com- event is the state convention of the republican party here September 27. | Seck Wet G. O. P. Plank The primary result, on the face of | |iz, would have the election fought | | on a strictly wet and dry issue with | | Allen present governor, and Butler, | | fcrmed United States senator, carry ing the dry banner against Ely, a | resident of Westfield in the western | | part of the state, and Coolidge, for- | mer mayor of Fitchburg in the cen- | tral part of the state. But behind | the scenes, yet increasingly evident, | |a movement has been started in | n ranks to break away he first district but the final push of | enc votes gave the victory to Mugh M- | Lean of Holyoke. McLean got 3. 624 votes. Thomas F. Cassidy of | Cheshire got 3,456 while DeWolf | dropped to third place with 3,250. New the pat- There are in existence in neighborhood of 450 different terns of tires. TIME SPERT NOW ened firm left signa improved if he withdrew his pres- Stating | postmark. the two individuals, supposed to be | the writers of the at the store. Dire results are threat- the | - The | The man to whom the letter was A special meeting of the New | Britain Art league will be held at in|the studio, 30 Cedar strect Friday its | night at 7:30. Sanford Ballard Dole from the city. that “This is written York™ the letter belied contents by bearing a New. Britain, Low, the new director of the New It stated that tomorrow |Britain Art school recently returned | from Europe, will be introduced to the members of the league. Mr. |Low will outline the courses for the winter school and talk upon the activities planned. The Art school will open Wednesday October 15. The barn at 30 Cedar street which the league secured for art activities through the generosity of Judge William C. Hungerford is to under- letter, will call ad of the grip and on that day if the h has not packed his city. letter concludes with the ture “The Two Dicks.” tomorrow | hastily in the chill of an early dawn Howard, a Blaine, vet type. | you may have the next| t~you'll talk,” she said. “It won't be hard to talk—to vou,” he answered. “I feel as if I'd own you a long, long time." Why are you over here, Cap-| tain?” she asked. He shrugged his shoulders ‘ve asked to be sent back to| ance, but the War Department | people say they need trained flyers for instruction more than for active combat work.” The music struck up, and he held | out his arms to her. “You know,” he murmured, “you dance divinely. I'll bet you're a| hersewoman i “I am, but I'd rather be a flyer,” she returned. “Would you stunt 2" “What's that?"” “Trick flying, — combat flying, machine-gunning, pursuit work.” “May [? Truly? I'd rather watch | flying than do anything—except fly, myself.” Vaneering smiled. first,” he advised. dony but you must tell me more,” commanded Dagger. “Where did you learn to fly? How were you wounded? When did you sy.” he begged. “One ques- tion at a time, please. And if you want to see me fl, be out at Kelly morning at six." “I'll be there,” Dagger promised lessly. There was no sense in arousing| her aunt, Dagger decided, dressing cruder, more ruthless | substantially the same like to see me “Better watch. | She slipped downstairs and Ch\lffed‘ off in her little roadster. | Turning in the camp gate, Van- | cering hailed her from a group of officers in flying-suits. “So you came!” he said cheer- fully, “I really only half-expected You | He pointed to a graceful biplane. | “How's that for a sweet, little ship? A hundred and twenty miles an hour she'll do. But watch “Can I see from here | “Don’t you worry,” he laughed, | adjusting his helmet | Having gained altitude, Vaneer- ing banked and turned, still climb- ing moderately, and suddenly, as | Dagger stared enthralled, went into a sideslip. She gasped, and a me- chanic close by grinned sympatheti- cally. “The Captain did that apurpose, M- | the republi pared to _sitting in the cockpit of a|from & fight based solely on the | | pursuit-ship, holding the stick with | pronihition question. To accomplish | this end an effort will be made to| get the republican convention to place a wet plank in its platform. | Butler is an earnest dry and won | his nomination from Eben §. Draper of Hopedale, whom he defeated by | more than 7,600 votes and who | | based his fight on his opposition to | prohibition. Allen had an easy time winning his fight from John D.| Devir of Malden. Allen won by | 280,000. Ely gained the democratic ibernatorial nomination only after | a hectic campaign by running ahead | ot John F! Fitzgerald, former mayor | of Boston, who was forged from the | fight by illness yet who was spon- scred by Mayor James M. Curley of | Boston with the result that he| polled a heavy vote. Ely won, how- |ever, by almost 33,000, Coolidge | ran ahead of four opponents defeat- | ing his nearest competition, Joseph F. O'Connell of Boston, by 27,000 votes. vour legs, and your thumbs on the gun-triggers. And when your sights come on a Hun—Dagger, I'm telling you a fellow feels more than hu- | man."” a1y, she said He reflected. “What about your family?" I only have an aunt and Dagger replied with lordly . “They really haven't authority over me."” “In that case—but let me get rid of this suit. Then we might grab a Treasurer Battle Close The real fight of the primary, ex- | clusive of the Butler-Draper contest | which was not decided until the last minute, was the contest for the re- publican nomination for state treasurer. Fred J. Burrell of Med- ford, a former state treasurer, had| | apparently won it, unofficial returns | | showed. He had polled 59,534 votes. | Charles L. Burrill, another former state treasurer, 57,278 and Russell | D. Chase of Longmeadow, 56,94z. | Five other candidates trailed this | trio. 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But he was inningly handsome, and carried himself with a fine gallan- try. “I hope you won't think me rude, " he said as he shook r. 1 ad guilty to cousin to introduce CARRIES ATTITUDE ABOUT GERTRUDE BEIN' Too GOOD FOR PUBLIC SCHOOL, BURNS ME UP/ mind if you'll tell me flying,” Dagger an- an't flyin anks, r Miss Marl xt dance v stirred which g o i o by some q radi- ted from In an im 1 AUNT HET BY ROBERT QUILLEN 2 B 4 P IR “It was hateful to when I recognized voice, but I ain't got no time to talk to a woman that's got her phone so she can use it settin’ down.’ Copyright, 1930, Publishers Syndic — ] An e e S POOR PA ) BY CLAUDE CALLAN WAL, T WOULDNT MENTION IT WHEN I WAS DEBATING THE QUESTION WITH CARRIE, THE HECK I WONT! TLL SPRING IT ON HER THE NEXT TIME WE GOES TO THE 1 THOUGHT A Y"WANTED ARGUMENT Y'PORE SAP OF COURSE IF YYWANNA LOSE, THATS YouR BUSINESS! 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