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NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, SATURDAY, OCTOBER by Mary Dahlberg Synopsis: Dagger Marley, spirited | " young Texas girl, loves Blaine How- | ard, adventurer, but he is reported killed on the Western Front in France. Then she marries Captain John Vaneering, war ace, but he | —meets death in an airplane crash. | The Duc de Pontoise, in Paris, | seeks her hand, but she ' refuse . Dagger decides to visit three friends | of Howard in Africa, India and | *_China seeking the way to happiness, | “as Howard himself once had done. | .In Africa Sidi Marut, an Arab chief, tells her one-should do whatever one thinks right. In India, Ghulam Buk, Buddhist priest, declares hap- | piness lies in forgetfulness of self. | Chang Kai Sho, Chinese war lord, | preaches the doctrine that might | makes right. He shows unusual in- “terest in Dagger and she lingers in | _his capital out of curiosity. One day Ihe invites her to his palace to dine alone with him. There he asks her | to become his wife, but she refuses. Then he tells her that Blain Howard is alive. Chapter 36 | RISEN FROM THE DEAD Dagger huddled down in her| chair, crushed, unbelieving, at| Chang's startling words. Two swift steps, and Chang was beside her. “Drink this," he commanded, and “she obeyed him. | A moment, and her faintness had | passed. | “Do’ you mean that, General?" | she pleaded. | “Yes. He was with me until a | few weeks ago. He escaped out of | Russia through Siberia. One of my | patrols on the Mongolian border | found him, delirious, starving. For- tunately, the officer in command knew him. After he had recovered | sufficiently he was brought to my | carp, and told me his story. He| had been unhappy, and when he was taken prisoner by the Germans | .he decided to ‘die’ He exchanged identitication papers with a dead man, and became that man. After | the German revolution he escaped into Russla. Butthatisa long story, which he will tell you, himself, per- haps.” “If T ever find him,” cried Dag- ger. “Why didn't you tell me this before?” | Chang's eyes chilled. “A man must fight for his own | hand,” he returned implacably. “You had believed him dead. For | all I know he may have ceased to love you—if he ever did.” “He never spoke of me?” she in- quired piteously. “He spoke of a wife who did not | love him, and of his unhappiness. He read in a newspaper that his wife had married another man, and said that at last fate was on his side. He was dead, and he would | remain dead.” | Dagger shivered. To have come so close! And then have missed. | But instantly her thoughts returned | to the practical. “Where is he?” she demanded. “Where has he gone?" . The Tu-chun shrugged his shoul- ders. “To his own country. A man is happier with his own people, even i? he be ‘dead.’ " | “If you had told me that first day,” she rebuked Chang. “By now I might be close to him.” “You have searched for him | long,” the Tu-chun remarked philo- scphically. “What are a few weeks | _more? 1If it is fated that you will | find him, you will find him. If it | is fated that he will love you, he | will love you. If fate wills neither — the narrow eyes flashed—"re- member Chang has a destiny for you. No mean one.” Dagger could only look at him _reproachfully, and he shrugged again. “A man takes what he can, my | dear lady,” he said. “Do not be so | disturbed. And by the way, treas- | ure that lucky-piece T first sent you. "It enjoys a notable luck. I picked it up in the Sung-fu market when I was a green boy of sixteen. A month later T committed my first | svegessful robbery. Im a year I had my own band. It has been with me ever since. I give it to vou in hope that it will work as well in| your favor.” | “But yourselt?” protested Dagger. | ‘“You should keep it. And you have | given me so much.” “So little compared with “sire,” Chang replied. favor me by keeping it—at least, as an earncst that I wish you well | in your quest.” “Your car is waiting, neering,” the Tu-chun went courteously, “and I do not like leep you out too late. Sheuld you see Mr. Howard, remember me to | him cordially. 1 shall be delighted | to mee either or both of you again | —particularly, yourself.” He bowed. “I—I—I must thank you," ex- clalmed Dagger. fter all, you have been kind. You meant well.” my de- Va- | on to | Mrs | seid. |1 | busine: milia | hastily, “Oh, quite well, Iassure you,” he rejoined. “In a selfish sense, of ccurse. But one must think of him- self. Goodnight, Mrs. Vaneering. 1 am afraid curious about you." When she left Sung-fu Dagge had no definite plan for her future save that she must reach Wmerica as quickly as possible; but on the journey she developed a for the Texas plains and the Fig- ure 2. Practically. she told herself, sh required a jumping-off place for th next stage of her search of Blaine. He would scarcely go to New York, | it he wished to be considered dead. No, the probability was that he'd bury himself in some way hole, where he could lose identity and build his life anew. She was first on the car platform when El 'Paso at last loomed in the distance behind a welter of and signal towers. There was Uncle Jim, squinting anxiously from beside a new car. And McCarty —bless his heart!— McCarty at the wheel, eyeing the ending passengers no less in- stedly. Dagger walked straight up to them. “Don’t you know me, Uncle Jim? she demanded. Don't you know me?” Jim Marley let out something be- tween a yelp and a curse “What's the matter Dagger, almost in tears, changed $0?" anged?” gasped her Yew've done growed up!” McCarty, grinning foolishly, is protested “Am I uncle. to the ground. “What have done with yore- self, Dagger?” he asked. “Yew look like one of these here ladies in the Sunday papers. I never see such clothes—outside of a film picture.” “But clothes haven't anything to do with me,” she answered. “I'm Just the same.” Jim Marley put his two hands on her shoulders and held her off, so that he could peer down into her s No, yew Dagger,” he growed a Too bad, yew got to couldn't hel» it “How's the ranch?” she inquired vew ain’t just the deniod. “Yew've done heap. Growed-up, like T but I reckon once be a woman yew same, | idly. Pretty good. Might have more water. but the steers are holdin’ up — if we can git a decent beep price. But thar ain't so much money into cattle th ays. Seems like people wore eatin’ greens ’stead of meat.” He paused. “Got a new foreman.” “How's that know him?" “Ain’t had a dependable foreman since Dick went,” her uncle sponded. “All of 'em too young carel How's the new man?” fair. Got a heap to learn, or hi formation: t goin'.” But what" the hurry? I see ‘everything.” “I reckon yew'll have time aplen- ty for seein’ things,” returned her uncle, “Right now, I want to make Casa Blanca afore Yew sce, Dagger—" he hesiated hese roads are hell. Much life is worth to tackle somc in the dark.’ Dagger was puzzled, bul amena- ble, regarding, with a degrec of amusement, the speed which Mc- arty rang up on the dashboard. You never used to drive like this, Uncle Jim,” she obscrved. Jim Marley removed his hat, and wiped a moist forehead. “Wa-al, we got to git thar,” he offered mildly. “Sce them steers, Dagger? Not so bad for a dry sum- r, huh hat “Come on, Mac, let's want to sundown. yore of 'em foremzn must know his * she remarked snorted Jim I ain't claimin’ might give me my own ranch.” They sped past the water-tank, and rounded to in front of Casa Blanca with a resounding blast of the horn — and scores of friendly faces, weather-tanned, dusky, In- dian-red, crowded about them, " “Howdy, Dagger! re damp as she half lifted, half pulled, from the wasn't when her ged her the house calling over shoulder stay with see plenty ‘Him “wa'll, but yew knowin’ Marley he's a fool, credit car, sorry uncle in his us a picce, now of her, folis Chapter 37 THE END OF THE QUEST Within the ranch house, the cool arkness wa like Uncle Jim, breathing a trifle took her elbow and steerced her into the living-room. Her were becoming accustomed 1o aress. eyes the AUNT HET BY ROBERT QUILLEN “They (ried to keep Ella in the hospital another week, but the club’s monthly meet~ in’ come on Thursday an’ she wasn’t goin’ to miss that kind o' chance to tell about it Copyright, 1330, Publishers Byndicate POOR PA BY CLAUDE CALLAM “When my preacher an’ my banker had that religious argument I sided with my hanker. know the next world is more important, but things here are more pressin’.” Copyright, 1330, I Putlishera Syndicate my wives will be very | nostalgia | aut-of-the | tanks | “Mac, you chump! | had | snatched off his hat, and scrambled | asked Dagger. “Do | re- | but | heart's in his work.” And wWhen | Dagger started to ask for more in- | for was dimness, and she recognized the pic- | ture of Sir Arkley Sherrill over the mantelpiece, and the copy of the Elue Boy she had treasured. She was glad she had left them at C | Blanca. She had felt that they par- ticularly belonged in this room; they were a part of all that it had come to mean to her. And immersed in them, she didn’t notice at once the tall figure that rose from a seat beside her. “Humph,” said Uncle Jim. | “Humph! That new foreman, Dag- Reckon y acquainted.” She turned, her heart throat. “So you came back to the oa: said a deep voice that set all her pu'ses vibrating. “Blaine!" Neither of them heard Jim Mar- ley chuckling as he gingerly tip- toed away. he re- coolk | hurry with din Niko,"” marked to the little Japan | who still lingered in the hall. A few days later she was riding with Howard on the range. The horses came to a halt, tails flicking idly in the heat. Below, the river was & desultory trickle thieading the mud-flats between the wide banks. The only other sign of life was the inevitable pa oaring high over Mexico. kneed Desmond closer, and leaned her %ead on Blaine's shoulder. “It ight have been yesterday,” “Not tle grimly. She rilsed her eyes to hw, and one hand stole up to pat ne siivery above his temple. “You went through all hell, Poor Blaine! But you're real- ly not Blaine Howard now. Blair Howard is dead, and I reckon the hell he had died with him Howard frowned perplexedly. “It's a queer situation,” he con- | fessed. “Here I am legally dead, |the woman I was married to legally cmarried to a man I'm proud to call my friend. I expect my money has Dbeen duly distributed to my heirs, and the people I used to know re reconciled to living without me. S0 I'm more than a man without a country — I'm a man without identity, unless I choose to carry on as Staccy Hawts, who died in my arms and said with his last breath: ‘No, there isn't a blighter in the world means anything to me, thank God!’"” Dagger frowned in her turn. “I won't marry Stacey Hawkins, she announc “I don't love him. The man I love is Blaine Howard, and if he's dead we'll have to try some sort of a miracle to bring him back to life.” “Such She laughed lips. “Is it a presently. And the pressure enough response “Steady, Desmond,” she managed to gasp. “Oh, darling—one breath!” And then, illogically: “I suppose vou would have come here anyway. I didn’t need to go chasing all over the world after the shadow of a memory.” “I'm not so sure,” returned How- ard. “T haven't told you*this, but just when was it you saw Ghulam Buk?™ She for me,” he answered a lit- as?" lazily, offering het r price she asked of his arms was (old “Peculiar! It was that night or the next I met an American aviator, who'd come up from Shanghai to sell Chang a bunch of old Jennies. We got to talking about the war, and he spun a varn of a girl who'd been standing them all up on the flying fields at San Antonio, Why I asked him more about her T don’t | know; but I did. She was you, of | course. And 1 prodded him on. He | told me of your marriage, and your {husband’s death. Next day I start- {ed for i d sor him ca the ranch.” “Yew don’t need to make any big | r of buzzards Dagger | kinds of | un‘ America, and naturally, 1]} “And what does Surely, you don’t think that Ghulam Duk did some white magic!” Howard stared out into the empti- ness that surrounded them. I don't know, Dagger.” he con- fessed. “There are forces in this world that few of us understand. The strongest power in man’s pos- session is an idea, & thought. Per- s you had been building up a whole ~chain of thoughts in your pilgrimage, a chain which carried you to Ghulam Buk, and impelled him to will that aviator to meet me —and then influenced Chang to ad- mit to you 1 was alive. And if you knew Chang as well as-I did, you'd realize that that was the most re- markable act in (he chain.” I wonder,” exclaimed Dagger. “And yet ther theory. It was Raoul whe moved | me to follow your trail, Blaine. And Sidi Marut me courge to go on to India. And Ghulam Buk—yes, it all does dovetail,” she fumbled in™> her breeches | pocket, and produced the jade luck- | piece the Tu-chun had given, her. “By the way,” she continled, “I can’t help thinking well of Chang. He gave me this luck-piece. He'd carried it ever since he was a boy. My God,” exploded Howard, snatching at the carved bit of stone, |a handsbreath long. “D'you what that meant? D'you what's happened? But didn't see the papers that day. Dagger, this thing was all over China. realize know no, you ame to- famous Men have died try- ing to steal it. Attempts were made to assassinate Chang stmply in order to win it. And yesterday one succeeded. His train was blown up just outside of the Sung-fu sta- tion.” “Oh!” Dagger's mouth quivered. “How terrible! But it wasn't be- cause he gave it to me, Blaine. That's ridiculous!" “Any more ridiculous than that vour thoughts built a bridge o which we might come together? No, Chang gave it to you deliberate- ly. He believed implicitly in luck— o call it destiny, if you choose, And he believed that his luck was dependent upon this stone. When le gave it to you he was glving a hosf to his luck. H& was saying, in effect: ‘This woman is all to me, Bring her to me. If that may* not be, I do not choose to live!™ “But it can't he true” she sisted. “Blaine, it's only a picce of jade that's cold when you teuch it, with a dragon twistine round it. How could that kill man?* “It didn't kill him. What killed Lim was the power that he attribut- ed to it in his mind. Thought, again. What you believe in, if vou believe with sufficient conviction, is very likely to happen.” Dagger took it back from him “Shall we throw it away asked suddenly. “Why?"” “Well, if we believe in it, as you it will help to keep us happy. If we don’t or if we lose it—-" He tightened his arm around her waist, in- little a Suppose we keep it—in of Chang,” he let's believe in ecach believe truly, no e memory interrupted. “But other. If we harm can injure “We'll keep it,” decided. “We'll call it the luck of the Oasis, and whenever we go away it will have to bring us back.” “Do you want to go away?” he ked, laughing. She drew closer to him were seeking his, “So long as I am with you,” | said, —*“what does it matter? | (Copyright, 1930, Duffield and Co.) THE END she Her eyes she JAMES W. PYNE VICTIM OF ASPHYXIATION BY GAS Former Newspaper Man Was At One Time Business Manager of Ball Club Hartford, Oct former H and later man: ascball club 4—James W. Pyne, rtford newspiperman ver of the 1 T all this mean? s reason in youd 4, 1930. Cleveland Police Halt Red Demonstration Charges of mounted police and swinging nightsticks broke up an impromptu parade of com- munists and unemployed near Cleveland’s Public Hall while President Hogver addressed the American Bankers association there. Associated Press Photo \ Associated Press Photo gas fumes in his home vyesterday afternoon. Medical Examiner Cos- tello reported the death as accident- al. Pyne’s body was found stretched out on the kitchen floor. He was a native of Hartford entered the newspaper business er working in a print shop. - For some he was sports editor and |advertising manager of the old Sun- | day Globe and a few years ago act- ed for a time as copy editor on the Hartford Times In 1918 he r Globe to become }(}r-orc“ M. Cohan business manager | ball clib. and aft- med from the advance man for Later he became of the Hartford ORDERS FOR ARREST I'ederal Officers Expected to Act Against Dozen in “I'm | Alone” Case Opelousas, La., Oct. 4 (A—Feder- al officers in widely separated sec- tions of the United States today had orders for the arrest of approxi mately a dozen' persons indicted as members of a wholesale liquor smuggling syndicate said to hava made use of the Canadian schooner I'm Alone in its operations. Until the officers make the ar- rests, the identity of the persons named in the indictments will not be known, as the true bills were returned secretly and will not even be entered upon the docket of the federal court of the western district of Louisiana at Shreveport, until the cxecution of capiases. Of a total of 19 indictments re-) turned, however, many dealt with federal statute violations of a local nature, and in mo way connected with the alleged syndicate »opera- tions. It was impossible to deter- mine exactly how many of the ag- gregate affected the reputed liquor conspiracy. | | | | Jointed pairs of wires, so tiny that it would take a thousand of them to cqual the weight of a drop of water, measure a star's heat in a new su- per-sensitive instrument , developed Hawley Cartwright, of the Institute of Technology. OF SMUGGLERS GIVEN FORCED MIGRATION NOW COMPLETED Tribesmen Kemoved to Mediter- Tanean Coast fo Combat Rebel Bengazi, Cirenaica, Africa, Oct. 4 (P—One of the greatest forced mi- grations of a people in recent cen- turies has just been completed with utmost secrecy in the. hinterlands of Cirenaica. and Tripoli, north Africa. Eighty thousand tribesmen with {600,000 head of cattle, tents, provis- ions and household goods have been removed to the Mediterranean coast in an effort to combat the powerful rebel tribe of Omar El Muctar in the Gebel district. Through the enforced migration General Graziani, Italian military chief in the area, hopes to cut off the rebel tribesmen from:food and supplies, munitions, recruits, animals and the traditional tithe of one tenth of the possessions of surrounding tribe which they heretofore have heen forced to pay as tribute. Omar El Muctar is strongly en- trenched gin the difficult terrain of Gebel in"the midst of hills and woods. Armored car squads, two of which are manned by black shirts, or Fascist militia, are penetrating through the desert plains of Mar- marica and surrounding Omar El Muctar’s position. The ministry of war and of col- onies offices announced yesterday that the migration plished fact. The tribesmen, surrounded camels hundreds of miles over desert land o the coast. Wells had heen prepared and vast tracts of land sct aside for them where their cattle can graze. They will live on the coast throughout the winter. FIREMEN “COLLEGIATE” Beloit, Wi (UP) After members of the Beloit fire department attended a firemen school at the University of Wis- censin, it became known here that they have discarded garters and are wéaring their socks rolled. was an accoms | by | | colonial troops, moved on their own | PAONESSA NAMES CALLAHAN AGENT Chooses Former Secretary to Aid in Election Campaign Appointment of Matthew J. Cal- lahan as his political agent was made today by former Mayor An-| |gelo M. Paonessa, democratic nomi- |nee for sheriff of Hartford county. Callahan was secretary to Paonessa | during the latter’s last term as| mayor from 1928 to 1930. Addressing a well attended rally of Italians at -democratic headquar- ters last night, Chairman Thomas J. Smith of the town committee sug- gested that the slogan in the locai campalgn be “Send Angelo to jail and make a judge of Bill Mangan” in view of Paonessa's candidacy for sheriff and Willlam F. Mangan's candidacy for judge of probate. Judge Mangan, asking for support for the entire ticket, mentioned the |illness of his republican oppénent, |Judge B. W. Alling, and sald some | voters might regard it as unsports- | manlike to wage an active campaizn | against him, but the fact is, Judge Mangan said, that Judge Alling's lieutenants are handling his cam- paign and considerable work is be- ing done in his behalf. The importance of the office of judge of probate was stressed by Judge Mangan and he urged his lis- teners to weigh well the qualifica- tions of the candidates before cast- |ing their votes. He considered that, he possessed the ability and had had the axperience necessary to fill the |office in a creditable and efficient | manne. Former Mayor Paonessa and Dr. L. Avitabile addressed the gath- ASHINGTON STREET | é 24 HOUR 'POLLY AND HER = = T(L BET ALL THE EDUCATION GERTRUDE’LL 61T To MISS SMYTHES CULTURAL ACADEMY 1 CouLD PUT IN PALS | s “Greek” THERE'S NO USE CRYING FOR MORE, DEAREST! 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