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NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 25, 1930. DAGGER by Mary Dahlberg Synopsis: Dagger Marley, 16-year- | her. old nfece of a Texas rancher, res- cues Blaine Howard, American ad- venturer, from some Mexican insur- gents, and falls in love with him. M ib] so M rs. Vaneering is quiet, now, He checked himself vi Ma'am. The doctor gave her You—you'd Dbest lie ly— When he is later reported killed on | down, and let me send him to you.” the western front in France she is heartbroken, but she meets Captain John Vaneering, flying ace, and they are married just before Van- eering returns to the front, where he is wounded. Vaneering's mother, in New York, dislikes Dagger, but his father and sister Kitty highly approve of her. Meanwhile learns Dick Welling an old ranch days, is to r widow. Vaneering France after the Ar by heavy drinking promise to Dagger, take up any useful p ger's renewed pleading. gets him to promise to refo: hopes for happiness come home one da edy has struck the household wit out warning. she y Howa returns jance of a 1 unable to Dag- ler almost choked as he usher: inside. She went on up the steps fcally, conscious of the eyes o bystanders on the street. “Who are they, asked in a voice that so mote in her own ears “Newspaper men, Mrs ma'am—" His mouth twisted in a agony she wouldn't have from this cold “An accident?” L“Mr. Jack?” He nodded dully, closing behind her. She stood very still, the butler would have she shook her h “Is he—" James nodded again “It was in a plane, ma —there's an officer in t He gestured toward t rooms. “Mrs. Vaneering?" she asked “She’s all broken up, maam There's a doctor with her, now, and nurses. We — we only heard half her present mood by an hour since. Dagger put a hand throat. The icy clutch heart was tighter than ever she had no inclination to cry. was something bevond tea sides, the Marley women wWerc ta grief. Often they'd scen their v 1 brougt home, bristling with Co- manche arrows or perforated by an outlaw's six-shooter. It had been like that for a hundred vears But who would have supposed— “I'll go in and speak to hi; said abruptly. No, you needn’t come, James. Please find out if Mrs. Vaneering has all she nceds, and don't let the doctor go without seeing me."” Outside the portieres, to her her but ‘Bhis up upon v m," she she halted an instant to compose her face. for weeks. It w her lips had commenced to work in a queer way she found most discon- certing. Then she pushed the hansg- ings aside, and stepped into the dim light of the big room. Opposite her a.major in the uniform of the air service staod up with an embarra; ed celeri ed by an xpression of pity. or “Perhaps you had, James,” she id listlessly, Going up in the lift, she had the ne refrain running mind: sober. ol point m W spirit ar of 1y W dro; coun 1C fr his hawk's face wrench- and a bur: le the streets, one of the innumerable “Poor Jack! To end like this. And Poor Jack!” s her weeping maid met her hall, 2 second thought pierc- ike a lanc ! I'm a widow!” and shocking implication: ersonality gone utterly: old habits left without her whole life to a ways, or re ake over a It only t weep were the days that suc- ed Jack’s death. Dagger moved vet a daze hich in no wise c ed the clar- of her pert She was h ved by the 1 the out- threw t the lovable qualities And she was suffi- t to be disturbed by the vous tension which f. For, sorrow wasn't as cast and of o women. Mrs. prejudice never been now it was intensi- v that under the ¢ son's will his widow e fortune, in- left him by his g Dagger could say would econcije her mother-in- thfs fact or to her own And as soon as she de- she moved out of the Ki had invited and Uncle Jim and telegraphed sum- to Texas: but in she wanted to be ality etroit, Espy had to return herself She felt as tho! zally bruised; nd her mind was nun ople bothered She prefer: zh she had been her heart ached, ed and un- er — that d to re- because of its im- she could slip un- endless streams flowed through er the cit because t that v ed here and there by the ent of life. occupied her. She and slept. read enorm alked in requented byw » her car for miles into th v. Only her lawyers had her ddress. This mere- eral cable ed for sev s interrupted by a Dick in Paris ird your loss Dearcs come Paris I Il do all in power di- love yours m “Ju Dagger and I w vert ti d her The one d it over a sccond of cnergy dispe ling old Dick! She 1 thargy. Da 'm Major Broderick, Mrs. Van-| friend she could rely upon i eering,” he said hesitatin i - “The butler told me' faintly. “Is he—really—" ® “Yes,” he an red, away. “Was it—immediate?” “Yes,” repeated the officer. looking “1'd a w she said jence, who'd supply amus pe thing, gone over to the field with him—he | 5t happin ~ one who'd unde lent when she de time, ho'd be ment bored. , to be with him, st company of that of Blaine's. Poor ily deserved a share after so many years. W and Olny were trying out that New ho could appreciate that so much -motor plane. They had a muddy | 535 Dagger? Who should begrudge it six-m P B¢ runway, and somehow the ship turned a somersault on the takeoff. Smashed both of them.” to doing Of it pleas: her less? There was much to do, but the d and excited her. «Was he sober?”’ she asked de- ghe and her maid packed, bought liberately. “Absolutely.” “I'm glad of that” difficulty. “I can't tell you how T — Loo here, can't 1 do something for ¥ 1s there anyone you want me fetch here?” ““No, thanks." moment's reflecti the arrangements she said with she re at the “That's all taken care of” he as- sured her. “Then I don't think there's any- thing more, Major.” She rose as slowly seated herself, and he took “A woman ought to hd this” he muttered. Do all right? You aren't faint?” “T'm a flier, myself erick. It's just—well, flying me: “You it you don’t mi papers, and all “Thank you would be kind out in a as soi Major Brod- this is what tic w she ets, secured passports, el after Dick’s cable reached her stond on the deck of a great rench liner backing out into the ers, the eng arters, throb above all, of the sea, ra- t off tragedy ved to exploit this was feasible for g widow, whose mourning ex- e slim youthfulness of and figure was exhilarating teous pulse you Dagger, she, to s what days her k cloud on the 0 a nar- AUNT HET | BY ROBERT QUILLEN 928 “One o' Joe's boys went to | college, but the other one | had to learn how to suck cig- | arettes an' varnish his hai right here at home.” Copyright, 1930, Publl | { POOR PA BY CLAUDE CALLAN us this week an’ drinks an’ , but she’s a woman . She's still afraid heen smokes e Syndicate —_— through her | and a| recent | distance, and from the boat train windows Dagger glimpsed the sprawling roofs of Paris, silhouetted dimly against the misty winter sky, her heart pounded with an exquisite excitement. She was on the verge |of & new adventure. She experienced once more the sensation of having terminated a phase of her life. lverything thrilled her: the dingy St. Lazaire, mpered alongside the slow-mov- {ifg train, the vivid gestures and speech of descending passengers, the pompous demeanor of officials. Walking slowly with Marie | behind the porter who trundled her luggage, she bent an eager eyve upon | the throng outside the barrier. Ah, there he was! Dear Dick! A little stouter, and oddly conventional in his well-cut civilian clothes. He sighted her at the same moment, and his one arm went up in a ges- ture of greeting. “Dear old thing,” he welcomed her. “It's immense to see you. Emily wanted to come, but she thought— the rst time—" “That was understanding of her, Dick. I think I'm going to love her.” 1 ou “She's sweet. will,” he predicted. Taken the gaff, now knows what a beatin’ \wou've had. All both of us want to do is just make you happy.” “If you'll try, you two, yow'll make me happy.” And after a pause Dagger went on: “I do so want to be happy, Dick. I feel the way I used to when Convent was out, and I'd come home to the Iranch. Do you remember? How you and Uncle Jim would sit up with me that first night, and drink Bourbon, and tell me what had happened? Well, I want to sit late tonight, and—" “Not drink Bourbon in Pari,” in- terjected Dick. “Fin Champagne, | maybe—And by the way, I've taken a suite for you at the Meurice. Hop in here; we'll send your maid with | the luggage.’ Dick let her be -for several min- utes, then continued: “I know Row things were with you saw it from the way you wrote—not what you said, y'know, | but what you didn't. And I heard from friends about Vaneering. A good chap, but wild. Not that blame him, dear. Flyin' took some- thing out of the lads; they got to be cynical, too objective; life was more or less of an incidental thing, not important, if you get me.” Dagger drew a glove from her left hand, and offered it for his in- spection—her third finger was bare of any ring. ou see?" she said off before I left New sometimes wondered n't symbolical of married i hurry ad to buy it from the funny. old tice who performed the cere- mony sn't very sensible, “I took it York. I've it that ring us. We were that we such a he admitted gravely: “but peopl® weren't partial to And T sup- he hesitated—"well, it was ack—from the other thing, Dagger's cyes remained fastened on that ringless white finger. “I don’t know,” she answered at last. “He reminded me of Blaine— not that they were really alike. And he was like Blaine, again, because he could do something I wanted to do much better than L could. Only —only—Dick. this is a cheap thing to say: Jack's dead, and—but I'm going '9 say it. He simply wasn't in Blaine's class. Blaine w er than I; he could do lots of, better than I. Jack wasn't ne strong as I am, and the one thing he could do better was flying. But nothing that I say, is by way of ex- | cuse. For what I did I was responsi- ble, and if I had to pay for it I de- served it.” 3 “The debt's wiped out’” replied Dick. “Main thing is to start you off straight on the next lap, what the porters who | railroad | herself, | I'm sure Il The taxi spun |{into the Rue de Rivoli, and the glare of the street-lights momentar- | ily flooded its interior. Dick leaned | toward Dagger, studying the fea- | tures so harshly exposed. “Good lord, you look about twen- ' he exclaimed. have lived ages more than other| | girls.” “To be sure, but most girls of | your age haven't begun to lve.| You're on the threshold of life, Dag- | ger. You've scarcely sampled what it ' has to offer.” | The taxi ground to a stop in front | rectors of the Cotton Textile Insti- days ago, was asked voted to end. night 20,000,000 marks (about $5,000,000) of the portico of the Meurice. S8he hugged his arm as they entered the | work for women and children { marble lobby, and her eyes wander- | ed appreciatively over the varied | contents of the glittering showcases which rimmed the walls, | | “How delightful" she exclaimed. | “This is what I expected Paris to, be. I shall go out and buy and buy| —oh, everything. 1 am glad I'm | { alive, Dick.” ‘ | “The inevitable woman,” laughed Dick. “You succumb to the first |lure which meets your eye.” | was much bowing of managers and | | assistant managers, scurrying of it‘lerks and deferential attempts to | convince Dagger that she was quite | | the ost important personage In | Paris that night | | Dick said goodby as soon as her | ‘rezls(ra: had been attended to. o n't keep you,” he explained. | “You're coming out to dine with us at Neuilly. The car will be here for you at eight-thirty. So long, I thing." | " The assistant manager stood aside | with a low bow as he ushered her into her suite. | “Madame's friends have not for- gotten her,"” he said, smiling. | Dagger paused in the doorway, her lips parted in a long "0-000h!” | of surprise. For the salon was a| | bower of flowers; tables held boxes | of cigarettes and candy, and books | and magazines were scattered here and there. “Just like thought Then her attention was attracted by a heap of orchids in a vase on | |the center table, and as she ap- proached eagerly to examine them, the manager added: | “an, but I had forgotten sieur le Duc.” Beside the orchids lay an en- | velope. She opened it, and a card tumbled forth with the stiff sheet of notepaper. On the card were two lines of engraving: \ Duc de Pontoise | Faubourg St. Honore “Chere Madame,” she translated slowly. “will you be so gracious as to laccept 115 slight oftering from one !who knt and admired your late husband, who fought so gallantly for | my France? We, to whom the war |is yet near, shall never fail to treas- ure the services of those who came |to our aid before their own country | was ready to do so. Also, and in a more personal sense, he, and those like him, justified one’s faith in the ! responsibility of the well-born. Tt is good to be assured that the canaille shall not inherit the earth. “With assurances of esteem, chere Madame, Dick,” was her first Mon- “Raoul de Senac.” A flush spread gradually over Dag- | 's face as she read. Here was a tribute to J she had never dreamed of his deserving, and her lsense of justice was outraged that she should have withheld it from him. Her feeling almost of humilia- tion was intensified when the attend- |ant hotel manager; mistaking her | evidence of confusion, murmured | sympathetically: | Monsieur le Duc is one of our| great generals, Madame. All France | is proud of him.” | Dagger met the man's eye honest- | y. “He writes of my husband, Mon- | who fought for France." Frenchman bent his supple sieur, e But all know of Monsieur Vaneer- | ing, the ace, Madame. He was well- | loved. Many times I have had t honor to receive him here.” | It seemed to Dagger that she | must choke with strangled emotion. “I thank you, Monsieur. If I have need for anything. o He bowed again understandingly. | “But certainly, Madame. We are | white with us. You have but to your wishe: - around a corner | determined that you shall be content speak (Copyright, 1930, Duffield 4nd Company). In tomorrow's chapter had hated jealously when sh Textile Mills to End Dagger | meets Blaine Howard's widow, now “That's all I am. But I seem to‘l’)i(‘k Welling's wife, and whom she e first | fell in love with Tloward in (Texas. FORD GONTRIBUTION ASHED BY EASCISTS Motor Magnate, in Munich, - Tm- | patiently Refuses Request Women’s Night Work | Beriin, sept. 25 (UP)—Henry New York, Sept. 25 (UP) — Di- tute yesterday mills by next March Twenty directors, owners of 3,551,147 spindles, did not attend the meeting said to have their indorsement to women and minors hours of 9 p. m. and The meeting was forty-five directors betwee: 6 a. m. who in representing who were n the attended by | (fa included | semitic emblem, leading cotton mill executives from There are approximate! 842 spindles in this country. new movement will® affect one-third at the outset. WHITE San Diego, Cal, Sept. fore regarded as m ported here today by Zoological Society off the Mexican coast. Members of the party ‘re inacces: | They reached the desk, and there | Hines, board chairfhan presided. 7,551,- The about | turned later and it is undertood to | ALS FOUND 25 (M —| Ford entered | The existence of white seals, hereto- | said, while the alleged Yascist thical, was re- |chatting with the San Diego party. He asked expedition afte old lits return from Guadalupe Island, ported eals had been found on thelers of Adolf Hitler, ible rogks of an outer islet|boasted that Ford had made finan- where landing was impossible. They |cial contributions to their movement | | were unable to obtain a specimen. |seven or eight years ago,~when he | Ford, on his visit to Munich, a few to contribute |to the cause of German fascism, it vas reliably reported today. Ford declinedt rather impatientl; “I have no time for such things, |the motor magnate was understood indicated previously |to have said when he learned of the end work for req t A man who described himself as an agent of the national-socialist t) party, who wore an anti- went to Ford's hotel in Munich and asked to see the | all parts of the country. Walker D.!American visitor, the United Pre |learned. Members of Ford's party told him to make any request he | might have in writing, but he re- |have gained entrance to the automo- | bile manufacturer's suite in tie ho- | tel. it was was members of Ford's them what they were discuss{ng and, when informed, |said he was not interested in the | man's mission. It was recalled here that follow. the room, An Easy, Quick Get-Away It's a hectic job getting daddy off to work and the children off to school with a nourishing breakfast. Every- thing is calm and placid when Shredded Wheat is served. It’s ready- ceoked, read -to-eat. 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B, Banks company, Little Rock, wh own a majority of the stock in the Pine Bluff instiutfon, were unable 1o |, explain the rumors which resulted n withdrawal of approximately L000. ki The bank remained open until late last night, tellers paying all wha desired to withdraw their deposits. A reserve of $500,000 was brought from Little Rock in the afternoon and depositors were told that funds adequate to cover current deposits of over $2,500,000 were on hand if needed. 2 Student Ruins Portrait; Expelled Only Recently | Cambridge, Mass., Sept. 25 (UP)— | A former Harvard student, expelled some time ago, was responsible for the mutilation of a portrait of Her- bert Weir Smyth, professor-emeritus of *Greek literature at Harvard, in Lowell House earlier this week, ac- cording to university authorities. The student, whose name was withheld, has been confined at in-| tervals to a sanatorium, Harvard of- ficlals said. 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