The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 27, 1914, Page 8

HIS is the first chapter of the great novel, “The Mil- lion Dollar Mystery,” by Harold MacGrath, which is to be printed exclusively in Seattle in The Seattle Star by an arrangement with the Thanhouser Film com- pany. The novel has been filmed, and is to be shown at the Colonial theatre. You read the story in The Star, and you see it on the screen at the Colonial theatre MacGrath is one of the very best American authors He wrote “The Man on the Box,” “Hearts and Masks,” “The Goose Girl,” “Deuces Wild,” “The Adventures of Kathlyn,” and many other stories And, besides all this, YOU GET A CHANCE TO WIN TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS. A prize of $10,000 will be won by the man, woman or child who writes the most acceptable solution of the mystery, from which the last two reels of motion picture (Copyright, CHAPTER 1. A Call in the Night. 4 ERE are few things darker '] than a country road at night, 2 particularly if one does not ‘Know the lay of the land. It is not difficult to traverse a known path; no matter how dark {t fs, one ts ‘able to find the way by the aid of & mental photograph taken tn the daytime. But supposing you have her eighteenth birthday half of the inclosed bracelet will identity me, Treat the girl well, | for I shall watch over her fn se-| cret.” Into the fixed routine of her hum | drum life had come a mystery, a) tantalizing, fascinating mystery.| | She had read of foundlings left on doorsteps—from paper covered novels confiscated from her pupils —but that one should be placed | upon her own respectable doorstep! | ver the road {Suddenly she smiled down at the age mo know nothing| child and the child smiled back whatever of its topography, where| And there was nothing more to be | dt dips or rises, where {t narrows | done except to bow before the de-| or forks. You find yourself tn the | crees of fate, Like all prim old unhappy state of mind as a| maids, her heart was full of unre- pss man suddenly thrust into a| @uited romance, and here was som strange house. thing she might spend {ts floods/ > One black night, along a certain} Upon without let or hindrance. Al- ‘country road, in the heart of New| ready she was hoping that the man| . in the days when the only | OF woman baell had left it might} Rood roads thoroughfares | Dever come back. and Eee reraccr: were conten The next morning she called her to Mimbo, a carriage went forward |tWo assistants into her #tudy and) Hes . From time to time tt) explained what had taken place. ‘cateened like a blunt-nose barge in There should be no mystery on her “ beam sea. The wheels and springs | Dart. Her tale was accepted with-| fy 4 their anguish continually; |Out comment. In a few days the ‘for it was a good carriage, unaccus-| excitement died away and school to such ruts and hummocks, | !ife went on as enely as before, | “Faster, faster!” came a muffled} The child grew. Regularly each ce from the tntertor. year, upon a certain date, Miss Far "Sir, I dare not drive any faster,”|!ow received a registered letter ! the coachman. “I can't see “te eee byt ang oe pghtomone horses’ heads, 101 he | from all parts o! @ world; always en the same sum, always the same| . | Iine—"“I am watching.” Thus seventeen years passed, and) to Susan Pooja! each year seemed! i . It can’t be| Shorter than the one before. For! farther. “Youll sce lights |she loved the child with all her) ‘The coachman swore in his teeth.| heart. She had not trained young right. This man who was in|Siris all these years without be- hurry would probably send | Coming adept tn the art of reading all into the ditch. Save for| the true signs of breeding. As the few stars above, he might have|@a7s8 went on the heart of Susan driving Beelzebub’s coach in| Farlow grew heavy. Bottomless Pit. Black velvet,| “Never mind, aunty,” said Flor black velvet. A wind/ 00; “I shall always come back to owit et the blackness | #€¢ you. 80 thick’ that ft gave to the| She meant it, poor child, but how chman the sensation of mild suf-| ¥8* she to know the terrors which ‘fo lay yonder beyond the horizon? ‘ eee and by, through the trees, he wa flicker.of light ght The house of Stanley Hargreave, ig! “4 _o a a in Riverdale, was the house of no be the destination. H dis hin recklensiy and the| ordinary rich man. Outside it was Tareh on two wheels.|*imple enough, but within yoy @ man in — carriage balanced |/earned what kind of a man Har carefully so that the bundle | STeave was. There were rare Ispa- farms should not be unduly |@9s and Saruks on the floors and 4. His arms ached. He) ‘@pestries on the walla, with here his head out of the window.| #04 there a fine painting. The It it’s the place,” he said. “And | rary itself represented a fortune. you drive up make as little} Money had been laid out lavishly, can.” but never wastefully. It was the called down the driver.|ome of a scholar, a dreamer, a ‘When the carriage drew up at| Wide traveler. journey’s end the man inside} 1” the library stood the master out and hastened toward|°f the house, idly fingering some gates. He scrutinized the sign ong bei lay on the study table. This was the shrugged at some unpleasant “a soar thought, settled his overcoat about "4 Fariow's Private School, | bis shoulders, took up his hat, and The bundle in his arms stirred| Walked from the room, frowning he hurried up the path to the slightly, The butler, who also act- of the house. He seized the|®4 in the capacity of valet, always knocker and struck several| Within call when hia master was He then placed the bundle |*bout, stepped swiftly to the hall om the steps and ran back to the|400r and opened it. aiting carriage, into which he|__“! may be out late, Jones,” sald Hargreave. ‘Off with you!” “Yes. sir.” “That's a goot word, sir. Maybe|, Hargreave stared into his face ‘We can make your train.” keenly, as if trying to pierce the _ “Do you think you could find| Stave face to learn what was going place again?” on behind it. ‘ou couldn't get me on this pike| “How long have you been with ‘again, sir, for a thousand; not me!” | me?” ‘It was a quarter after 10. Miss| “Fourteen years, sir.” ‘Susan Farlow had just returned to| “Some day I shali need you.” |" the reception room from her night-| “My life has always been at your i tour of the upper halls to see|“isposal, sir, since that night you all her charges were in bed, rescued it.” where the rules of the school con-| “Well, I haven't the least doubt them after 9:30, It was at that when I ask you will give.” moment that she heard the is knocking at the door. Z ‘old maid felt her heart stop “Without question, sir. It was always so understood.” Half an hour tater he got {nto a ~ for a moment. Who could De at this time of night? Then thought came swiftly that per- taxicab and directed the man to drive downtown as far as Twenty- the parent of some one of her was {ll and this was the third street and back to Columbus ns. Stilling her fears, she circle. The bewilder' display of r-apgaaid to the door and lights, however, in nowise served to lift the sense of oppression that had welghed upon him all day. d South of Forty-second street he dis- ‘There was no one in sight. missed the taxicab and stared un- “Who 1s it?” she called. decidedly at the brillant sign of No one answered. She cupped|4 famous restaurant. He was neith- her hand to her ear. She could hear ‘the clatter of horses dimly. “Well!” she exclaimed, rather ly, too. er hungry nor thirsty, but there would be strange faces to study and music, It was an odd whim. He had not a was in the act of closing the|@mtered a Broadway restaurant in or when the light from the hall|4#!! these years. He was unknown. | discovered to her the bundle on the|He belonged to no clubs. Two | steps. She stooped and touched it,|™months was the longest time he “Good heavens, it’s a child had ever remained in New York Ghe picked the bundie up. | since the disposal of his old home | whimper came from it, a tired 1it-/!" Madison avenue and his resigna-| | tle whimper of prote: She ran © back to the reception room. A ) foundling! And on her doorstep! It was incredible. tion from his clubs. This once, Then she unwrapped the child. 1914, By Harold Mac-| Grath) py “Lat the horses have their head: — as you ‘Yes, sir,” wi then, he would break the law he had written down for himself. Bold- ly he entered the restaurant Tt was about a year old, dimpled and| fendered to the restless spirit of| n haired. A thumb was in ita|Tebellion, bitterly to repent for it| bud mouth and its blue eyes|later, there came into this restaur-| ones up trustfully into her own. ant aman and a woman. They d, a strange turmoil in her heart, | the head waiter was obsequious and| caught the child to her breast,| hurried them over to the best table| 4 then for the first time no-|he had left and took the order him-| d the thick envelope pinned to| self. ito a chair and broke open the|gent face. You might have marked ‘envelope. him for a successful lawyer, for| _ “Name this child Florence Gray, | there was an earnestness about his 71 will annually send a liberal sum|expression which precluded a life Some time before Hargreave pur- » “Why, you cherub!” cried the old| were both evidently well known, for! child’s cloak. She put the baby| The man ponseased a keen, intelll- ke her support and reclaim her on!of idleness. His age might have you are “order. The carrier will collect 25 cents at the the Colonial theatre. ond chapter of the story in The Star. him some day. The next installment of this interesting story will appear exclusively in The Seattle not a regular reader of The Star, have it delivered. Don’t mi THE MILLION DOLLAR MYSTE drama will be made and the last two chapters of the story written by Harold MacGrath Solutions may be sent to the Thanhouser Film cor- poration, either at Chicago or New York, any time up to midnight, December 14, They must bear postoffice mark not later than that date This allows four weeks after the first appearance of the last film releases and three weeks after the last chap- ter is published in this paper, in which to submit solu- tions A board of three judges will determine which of the many solutions received is the most acceptable. Nothing of a literary nature will be considered in the decision, The judges are to be Harold MacGrath, Lloyd Lon- ergan, author of the scenario, and Miss Mae Tinee of Chicago. The last two reels, which will give the $10,000 prize winner's solution of the mystery, will be presented at The other} been anywhere between 40 and 60.| willing to risk the labor these nine; doing good in the world, he had; and make inquiries afterward The shoulders were broad and the} entalled for the sake of the tenth. hands which lay clasped upon the At length Braine glanced at his table were «lim but muscular. In-| watch, and the princess nodded. deed, everything about him suggest-| Adieux were @ald. Inside the taxt- ed hidden strength and vitality, His) cab Braine leaned back with a deep, companion was small, handsome) audible sigh and animated. Her frequent ges- “What is it?" she asked tures and mutable eyebrows be “The luck of the devil's own,” he trayed her foreign birth, Her age} satd. “Child of the Steppes, for was a matter of importance to no! years I've flown about seas and con- one but herself, tinents, through valle and over They were at coffee when she|mountaine—for what? For the sald: “There's a young man com-|sight of the face of that man we ing toward us. He ts looking at}have just left. At first glance I you,” wasn't sure, but the sound of his The man turned. Inatantly his face Mighted up with a friendly mile of recognition. “Who Is it?" she asked "A chap worth knowing; a re porter just a little out of the ord! nary. I'm going to introduce him. You never can tell, We might need Ah, Norton, how enough, Ole © that reporte your arms around bis neck him. Norton's help 1 would not have been sure. I'm going to leave you at your apartment.” “The man of the Black Hundred?” she whispered. “The man Who deserted and de- fled the Black Hundred, who broke his vows, and never paid a kopeck for the privilege; the man who had been appointed for the supreme work and who ran away. In those days we needed men of his stamp, and to accomplish this « the next throw i kiow are you “Good evening, Mr. Braine.” The Teporter, catching sight of a pair of dazzling eyes, hesitated. “The Princess Perigoft, Norton. You're in no hurry, are you?” “Not now,” smiled the reporter. “Ah!” sald the princess, interest ed. It was the old compliment, “There was a woman,” she tnt said in an unusual way. It pleased/ rupted, with a touch of bittern her. “Always the woman. And ehe The reporter sank into a chair.| was as clever and handsome as you When inactive he was rather alare.” dreamyyed sort of chap. He pos-| “Thanks. Sometimes. . . * sensed that rare accomplishment of} “Ah, yes!" fronteally. “Some- talking upon one subject and think-|times you wish you could settle ing upon another at the same time./down, marry, and have a family! So, while he talked gayly with the| Your domesticity would last about young woman on varied themes,|a month.” his thoughts were busy speculating} She made no retort because she upon her companion. He was quite| recognized the truth of this state certain that the name Hraine was| ment assumed, but he was also equally “There's an emerald I know of,” certain that the man carried an ex-/he sald ruminatively. “It's quite traordinary brain under his thatch| possible that you may be wearing of salt and pepper hair. The man/|it within a few days.” had written three or four brilliant) “I am mad over them. There is Monographs on polsons and the uses| something in the green stone that of radtum, and It was through and/ fascinates mo, I can’t resiat it.” by these that the reporter had) “That's because, somewhere in managed to pick up his acquaint-|the far past, your ancestors were ance, He lived well, but incon-| Orientals. Here we are. I'll see you spicuously. tomorrow. I must hurry. Good- Suddenly the pupfis of Braine'’s| night.” eyes narrowed; the eye became} She stood on the curb for a mo- cold. Over the smoke of his cig-|ment and watched the taxicab till aret he was looking Into the wall/it whirled round a corner, The mirror, A man had passed behind|man held her with a fascination him and sat down at the next table.| more terrible than any jewel, She Still gazing into the mirror, Braine| knew him to be a great and daring saw Norton wave his hand, saw also|rogue, cunning, patient, fearless. the open wonder on the reporter’s| Packed away in that mind of his pleasant face, there were a thousand accomplished “Who {s your friend, Norton?’ | deeds which had roused fatilely the Braine asked indifferently, his head | police of two continents. Braine! still unturned. She could have laughed. The very “Stanley Hargreave. Met him in|name he had chosen was an Inso- Hongkong when I was sent over|lence directed at roclety. to handle a part of the revolution.| The subject of her thoughts soon War correspondence stuff. First| arrived at his destination. A flight time I ever ran across him on | of stairs carried him into a dimly Broadway at night. We've since|lighted hall, smelling evilly of had some powwows over some rare|escaping gas, He donned a black books. Queer old cock; brave as|mask and struck the door with a @ Hon but as quiet as a mouse.” | series of ight blows; two, then one, “Bookish, eh? My kind. Bring| then three and again one, The door him over.” Underneath the table| opened and he slipped inside. Round Braine maneuvered to touch the|a table sat several men, also foot of the princess. masked. They were all tried and “I don't know,” said the reporter| trusted rogues; but not one of them dublously. “He might say no, and| knew what Braine looked like. He that would embarrass the whole lot|alone remained unknown save to of us. He's a bit of a hermit. I'm|the man designated as the chief, surprised to see him here.” who was only Braine’s Heutenant ‘Try,” urged the princess. “I Hke|The mask was the insignia of the to meet men who are hermit “I haven't the least doubt about that,” the reporter laughed. rn try, but don’t blame me if I'm re- Black Hundred, an organization with all the ramifications of the Camorra without their abiding stupidity. From the assassination of buffed.” a king down to robbery of a coun- He left the table with evident re-| try postoffice, nothing was too great luctance and approached Hargreave.|or too small for their nets. Their The two shook hands cordially, for | god dwells in the hearts of all men the elder man was rather fond of| and 1s called Greed this medley of information known The ordinary business over, the as Jim Norton. chief dismissed the men, and he “Sit down, boy, ait down, You're| and Praine alone remained just the kind of a man I've been| “Vroon, I have found him,” eald wanting to talk to tonight.” | Braine. “Wouldn't you rather talk to a| “There are but few; which one?” pretty woman?” | “Eighteen years ago, in St. Pet- “I’m an old man.” ersburg.” “Bah! That's a hypocritical) “I remember. The milltonatre’s bluff, and you know it. My friends Did he recognize you?” at the next table have asked me} I don't know. Probably he did to bring you over.” But he always had good nerves, “I do not usually care to meet|He is being followed at this mo- strangers.” ment. We shall strike quick, for “Make an exception this once,”|if he recognized me he will act said the reporter, who had seen|quick. He is cool and brave. You Bratne's eyes change and was curt-|remember how he braved us that ous to know why the appearance of night in Russia. Jumped boldly Hargreave in the mirror had| through the window at the risk of brought about that metally gleam.| breaking his neck. He landed safe- Here were two unique men; he de-| ly; that {s the only reason he elud sired to see them face to face, ed us. Milltons, and they slipped “This once. My fault; I ought|through our fingers. If I could |not to be here; I feel out of place.|only find some route to his heart! What a life, though, you reporters| The lure we held out to him is lead! To meet kings and presi-|dead.” dents and great financiers, social-| “Or in the fortress, which is the ists and anarchists, the whole soale| same thing. What are your plans?” of life, and to slap these people| “I have in mind something Ike on the back as if they were | this.” everyday friends!” And Hargreave was working out “Now you're making fun of me,|his plans, too; and he was just as For one king there are always|much of a general as Braine. He twenty thick brogans ready to kick sat at his library table, the maxil- me down the steps; don't forget|lary muscles in his jaws working. that.” |So they had found him? Well, he Hargreave laughed. “Come, then, | had broken the law of his own mak. let us get it over with.” ing and he must suffer the con- The introductions were made.|sequences, Braine, who was Men- Norton felt rather chagrined, 80 | shikoff in Russia, Schwarts in Ger. far an he could see, the two men|many, Mendoza in Spain, Cartucei were total strangers. Well, it was|in Italy and Du Bois in France: 80 all in the game, Nine out of ten|the rogue had found him out? Poor opportunities for the big story were | fool that he had been! High spirit. fake alarms; but he was alwaya ed, full of those youthful dreams of a single installment of this What did I tell you? W ithout | Star next Saturday. a 4 grip end of the month. Moving pictures of this chapter of Moving pictures of the second installment of the story will open at the Colonial next Wednesday. STAR MacGrath the Colonial, and other theatres throughout the country which will run this feature, as soon as it is practical to produce them . The story corresponding to these motion pictures will appear in The Star and other newspapers which have secured rights to the MacGrath novel coincidentally, or as soon after the appearance of the pictures as practical With the last two reels will be shown the pictures of the winner, his or her home, and other interesting features Solutions to the mystery must not be more than 100 words long, Here are some questions to be kept in mind in connection with the mystery an aid to a solution: No What becomes of the millionaire? No. What becomes of the $1,000,000? No, 3—Whom does Florence marry? No. 4—What becomes of the Russian countess? Nobody connected either directly or indirectly with “The Million Dollar Mystery” will be considered as a contestant. as 1 2 Joined what he had belleved a great) Far away a young girl and her secret socialistic movement, to companion got on the train which learn that he had been trapped by| was to carry her to New York, the a band of brilliant thieves, Kid-| great dream city she was always napers and assassinators for hire; longing to nee the Black Hundred; fiends from| And the spider wove his web. Tophet! For nearly eighteen years| Hargreave rea: he had eluded them, for ho knew) He put the money tn the safe and that directly or indirectly they was telephoning when Jones en would never cease to hunt for him; tered and handed his master an }and an idle whim bad toppled him | unstamped note. jinto their clutches, “Where did you get this?” He wrote several letters feverish- sir, 1 judge that t the door, ly, The last was addressed to Miss the house is surrounded.” Susan Farlow and read Dear Jones, you go to the rear door Madam Send Florence to New, And I'll take a look out of the front | York, to arrive here Friday morn We have an hour. I know the breed ling. My half of the bracelet will | Th wait till midnight and then be identification. Enclosed find| force their way tn.” cash to square accounts.” He would| Hargreave saw a dozen shadows front yard. n all about the back yard,” whispered Jones down the hall. The master eyed the man get together all his available funds, recover his child, and fiy to the ends of the world. He would tire them out. They would find that the peaceful dog was a bad animal to rouse, He rang for the faithful Jones. “Jones, they have found me,” he sald simply “You will need me, then?” “Quite possible, Plekse mall these and then we'll talk it over. No doubt someone is watching out- aid Be careful.” "Very good, sir.” Hargreave bowed his head tn bis hands. Many times he had jour. neyed to the school and hung about the gates, «training his eyes toward |the merry groups of young girls. Which among them waa his, heart of his heart, blood of his blood? | That she might never be drawn into | this abominable tangle, he had reso- lutely torn her out of his life com pletely. The happiness of watching the child grow Into girlhood be had denied himself. She at least would be safe. Only when she was safe in a far country would he dare tell her, He tried in vain to conjure up @ picture of her; he always saw the mother whom he had loved and hated with all the ardor of his youth, Many things happened the next in the with understanding, The master went to the having entered the same possible watcher, After a long while, perhaps an hour, the two men emerged from the room from friends below. “Hargreave is going upstairs.” at him go, at us from the upper windows. will understand that wings will save him.” Silence, By and by a watcher re. the roof rattle. “Look!” another cried, startled. A bluish glare came from the roof. shooting off a Roman They never saw the man-made bird till ft alighted upon the roof. They never thought of shooting at it till it had taken wing! Then they rushed the doors of the house. They Gay. There was a visit to the| made short work of Jones, whom ha: r of one William Orta, the| they tied up like a Christmas fowl aviator, famous for his daredevil) and plumped roughly into a chair. ploits, There were two visits, in fact, and the second visitor was knocked down for his pains. He had tried to bribe Orta, There were several excited bank- ers, who protested against such large withdrawals without the usual | fort announcement. But a check wi check, and they had to pay Hargreave covered a good deal of ground, but during all this time his right hand never left the automatic in his overcoat pocket, except at}tho lips of the man bound in the those moments he was obliged to| chair. sign his checks. He would shoot|(To Be Continued Next Saturday) POLICE MIX NIGHT STICKS WITH STUDENT CELEBRATION NEW YORK, June 27.——-Many Co-;the fence around South field. The lumbia untversity undergraduates |scene of the merrymaking being in were nursing sore heads today from |the heart of Harlem, this could not the effects of their last night's cele-|be permitted, and both the police bration of the victory won by the/and fire departments interfered. Columbian ‘varsity crew in the inter- The students resented it promptly, collegiate eight-oared boat races atjand a fight ensued, in which fists Poughkeepsie. land night sticks figured freely. It The jollification might have pass-;was the fire department which ed off peacefully, though very nois-| finally carried the day, however, by ily, if some of the bolder spirits had | turning the hose on the rioters. The not undertaken to make a bonfire of |fire was extinguished. ARE YOU BIGAMIST TURKS MEAN WAR They broke open the safe, to find |it empty were rummaging about the room, venting their spite upon many a treasure they could neither appre- ciate nor understand, a man from the outside burst in. “The old man is dead and th money is at the bottom of th We punctured her. She's A thin {nscrutable smile stirred 27 |today direct from Constantinople declared there {s no question Tur. key {s pushing war preparations, of course against Greece. Asiatic levies, they sald, were ar- riving in large numbers, and there Because one man just recently narrowly escaped the penitentiary for bigamy, of which he was “Inno- cently guilty,” and because several|is a steady movement of troops women, about to be married the sec-|toward the new Graeco-Turkish ond time, have discovered that | border. no decree of divorce joke ea a . eenenertpaet — mer hubbies had ever been filed, the superior court judges of King coun- | BRIDE WINS ty, headed by Judge Humphries, yes- terday began enforcing the payment| That the city, through Health of filing fees at the time divorces are granted. The custom with a lot of lawyers heretofore has been to siide out without paying the fee, and inel- dentally forgetting to leave the de- cree behind. Result: No record of any divorce being granted. But it'll never happen again, say the judges, because if the lawyers neglect paying the fees, they won't be allowed to try any more cases until they DO pay up. TO BE ORDAINED |Commissioner McBride, has a right to insist that physicians report all cases of tuberculosis, is the opinion given yesterday by Corporation Counsel Bradford Y.W.C.A SERVICE Rey. Robert BE. Pretlow will be the speaker at the Y. W. C. A. ves- per service tomorrow at 4 o'clock in the assembly hall of the build- ling. His subject will be * | iying.” . Tomorrow Is the Day John Francis Gibboney, 28 years} The luxurious steamship — Iro- old, formerly a Tacoma boy, but| quois leaves Colman dock Sunday now of Bremerton, will be ordained|at 9 a. m, for a trip up Hood's a priest by Bishop O'Dea tomorrow| Canal. You will miss a. delight- last night. Rev. James H, Webber Ho will offer his first mass Bremerton Sunday, July 5, at 10:30 a. m, ful scenic trip if you do not at- tend this excursion, There ts no way you can spend a more pleas- ant and enjoyable Sunday.—Adv. Other installments will follow quickly. If ing serial. Call up Main 9400 and give your “The Million Dollar Mystery” are being shown at See them, then read the sec- By Harold “Very well, sir,” replied the Iat-| “1 am| (Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper nafe, | emptied it of ita contents, crossed! the hall to the bedroom, and closed | the door softly behind him, Jones | room| weeks and it seems as though I through another door to befool any} the same doors they had entered. | So whispered the watcher to his| free and alone, but I find I can’t. t him take a look! they always content to be “ He|not “me. nothing but} ported that he beard the scuttle of) And while the rogues/ FREDERICK & NELSON’S SALE OF FURNITURE Begins Monday, June Twenty-ninth —3rd and 4th Floors | 1 | THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE. A STRANGE MOOD—CHAPTER 192 And cool my eyes in the air — To see how my back can | Burdens—to try to know To learn, to grow. Enterprise Association) A wire from Dick tells me he will be home Saturday night and lam going to meet him there. I have been away from him two " But now I KNOW: I am only you, l am yours, a part of yo wife; I have no other life. I cannot breathe, cannot There is us but there is not And worse—at your kiss I gt Contented so, _ had been gono months, Try as you may you can’t “go back.” I had a foolish notion that perhaps I could get away from all y present life and be just myself, I wonder if other women have these moods of discontent (To Be Continued Monday Mental Scienc » Lectures on “Drugless H “Anatomy,” “Salesmanship” “Mental Philosophy” will be tures of the 15th annual co of the Mental Scientists at Mawr Sunday, Monday and 7 day. Mayor Gill will talk on Monday at 8 p.m. Mrs. Griffiths, president of the Congress, will discuss d 2 p. m. Tuesday. When started away I felt: Oh, to be alone: To escape from the work, the play; The talking of every day To escape from all I have done And all that remains to do; To escape—yes, even from you My only love and be Alone and free, For the soft firelight, And the home of your heart, my dear, They hurt, being always here; I want to stand upright Everybody—from Grandad to the little tots—is going to the Colonial nowadays to see the most elaborate motion-picture production ever presented— the startling mystery story by Harold Mac- Grath, played by an all-star cast—= MiLLION DOLLAR MYSTERY By Harold MacGrath Thanbouser’s Million Dollar Motion-Picture Production Today and Tonight at the COLONIAL Fourth, North of Pike Remember, $10,000.00 will be paid for the best 100-word solution of this mystery. Full details at the Colonial. Read This Stirring Story by Harold MacGrath in Today's STAR