The Seattle Star Newspaper, February 24, 1923, Page 5

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IT might have so gone on for. ever, tho I suppose at the end I con! Ke ne. we should have got tired of the Dover/| Street Eden. Bat Julian did not Intend to hide} me, Not only had he provided the frocks, but at tho same time there arrived a large number of boxes, Knowing my he had brought me shees and gloves and stockings Llet him do everything except hata \fe knew bh more about It than 5 did. I was ready he sald, “ow we're going to a dance.” An other Jultan revealed itself. It ap- eared, tho he did not say eo, that I had made a breach, weeks broad, In some ancient habits; that the nermal Jullan never stayed at home in the evening at did you do?” I asked: “Oh, I don't know, Went out to dine with the devil knows who, and then to dance with Heaven knows what.” *So you miss {tt I said, suddenly @isappolnted. It was the traditional awakening of the young bride. I was tm that mc_nent just like a little suburban wife, who discovers after the honeymoon that her husband is still a Freemason. “Of course I don't, you cuckoo, Only do you think I'm going to hide you away here?” “Aren't you happy?” He took me tn his arms and. hav- three domino palace.” The Twine left the “cut-out” lady and her chocolate-cake dog with the pink-iclng ears ahd proceeded toward thy fiery Mountain. Between them they carried the Wusket of eggs that the old woman ed given them. Bye and bye they came #0 close to ie mountain that their eyeballs be- in to smart with the great heat. The flames leaped so far up into the ky that it seemed they must be ipuching the sun, “Let's wish ourselves ove! our Magic Green Shoes,” said “Oh, yes, let's!’ agreed Nick. Su, together they sald a little rhyme: “Please carry us bver, Oh, little Green Shoes, If we would find Jack Straw, No time must we lose!” And the little shoes, always will- ing to oblige, lifted them off the “ground and right over the fiery mountain, But something happened. Just as they were above the high- est part of the mountain, the flames shot up higher and yet higher until thelr hot breath fairly scorched the ar & * URSULA TREN A Novel by W. L. George. and Beatrice, with whom | Marper & Brothers tng kissed me, fixed upon laughing eye, “Happy? said. No.” He smiled at my surprise “Howean I be happy when my prid jisn't satiafied? When Pve won the jeweetest, the most beautiful woman jim the world and can’t show her t everybody? When I can't go round me th | Introducigg her, and saying: ‘Look jthis ts what I've @t. This wonder } ful, this lovely thing.’ Ursula, I'd like to march you up and down F cadilly behind a band, so that every | body in the world might see you and | envy me,” bad Tt was half past ten Compton's. A large cellar in Coven try Street. A very long room, with | ereen-painted walls, roofed by a pur ple vault spa: ed with golden stare | A scarlet dad aught up t pal |of the woodwork. Hanging from t roof, many chandeliers shed brutal, unshaded light. For a moment I paused, blinking a little, like a moth entrapped. There was such a crowd. | not only upon the polished oak floor, jdancing, making eddies of light and | darkness, splashed here and there | with bright color, but everywhere | black and white clumps of men about | a pillar or a door, couples and groups at Ittle tables, round bottles and meats, heads close together, each |eroup surmounted by an eddying cloud of pale-blue amoke “Come along,” said Julian, taking me by the arm, and 1 let myself be “Oh, look, Nick!” cried Nancy. “There is Jack Straw’s [little travelers. |, Bach time that the Twins wished | themselves higher, the flames seemed to follow. “Oh! cried Nancy. “What shall we do? We'll never get over?" Suddenly Nick thought of his basket of eggs. He remembered the jeut-out lady's words, “If you are in trouble, break 6ne of these exes.” He reached in, seized an emg and cracked it on the handle. Instantly 4 shower of sand streamed from the jess. a whole trainload {t seemed, mountain. In a second the flames vanished and in another mcond tho |Twins stood safely on the other | side. “Oh, look, Nick?’ cried Nancy. “There ts Jack Straw's domino pal- ace, on the hill beyond that river. Just as soon as we arrive, we'll hunt him up and make him turn the Up Land to rights again.” “Oh, ho, ho! You will, will you,’ said someone. Easier said than done. You're not there yet.” Up hobbled a man on a peg-leg. (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1923, by Seattle Star) Seattle & [2s Page 921 WOULD YOU LAUGH OR CRY? Not long ago the children met the dearest little pioneer woman from Puyallup, who crossed the plains in 1848, and lived on the Cowlitz river in a big Hudson Bay wheat warehouse till her father could, build a home. They had lots of trouble and lots of sickness and just when the family seemed to be getting well, Mr, Stone, the father, got shot thru the knee, and was sick for months, because there was no hés- pital to take him to, and the funny doctor dug the bullet out with a knitting neediv. Mrs. Bowman (who was Olive Stone) remembers clearly the long, long weeks that followed tn which the knee was getting itelf well. x After he began to get better Mr. Btone hated the long, idle hours, and he was grieved at the discom- forts of the big house, He wish- ed he might do something to make it more comfortable for his brave, overtired wife. So one day he sald to the boys, “I want you to go into the woour and cut me some hazel withes, I believe while I'm lying here I could male a chair," So every day he worked ns he had strength, and under hin skill ful hands the withes grew into a chair—fine, strong, well propor. tioned, and made to last for gen- erations, the first chalr in the wank Stone family after they reached their Western home. A sure enough treasure chair, which they kmew even then would be a valu- able heirloom. Now, all during the long, hard weeks of Mr. Stone's, illness, ho had a wonderful friend who never, by any chance, forgot him. That friend wan young Thi- beault, the Frenchman, Thibeault would come gaily in with a grand bow, and filng down quarter of a newly butchered beef or a “sad: die” of venison, or a catch of fine fish. He was always merry, al- ways kindly, always hopeful, and became @ sort of young fairy god- father to the whole, troubled family. So you will understand the tragi¢ humor of what happened on the eventful day of the com: pletion of “the very first chair.” It was finished. Mr. Stone sat upon the edge of his bed and fondled its smooth back and ran his hand down ita beautiful lines, happy and proud over having made a useful thing, and having made it beautiful as well, While he was thinking about it and ing at It, there came a knock at his door, and wien ne looked up there stood Thibeautt, saying, "Good-day to you, Meester Stone, and how do I find you thees fine day?" (To Bo Continuedy Rae I sighed He was ch oe. 1 | suppose that's what he wanted, but |no doubt I war rather trying; 1 want }teo much, I'm exacting, Already now and then, he fell into casual moods; he went to sleep at once after! we'd vald good night. I Idn't be to him « continual tormeat, and that jis perhaps why, now and then, I made myself into a torment. 1 want ed him to be happy thru me, and yet| never to be content, I had to dis jturb him always, My fault, 1 sup: pose. I'm like other women, an oc topus, we were at and fell directly on the burning | ring on his left thumb and put Mix. | eight high, For tood ix ving shoes, 1 was fr been to a dancing club before, and wasn't ready for what I could seer and hear at the end of the room four stout and glistening negroes, of whom two twanged banjos, while « third di ted himaelf over a drum and a tor ed from side to wid striking w omen arma \ t frying pas ome along, darling,” said Jul me toward the floor, As I on, all the negroes togethe & frightful yell; I took It as my welcome But as I began t dance, as we went round the room as couples passed us very close, as I more « percetved my cor panions, an excel nt rose in me. | 1 was liking It, ‘The pe 1 me, the highly gre rather brutish fat men who showed A crumpled edge of linen round thelr bulging shirt fronts, and especial! the women, little, fair, bobbed stripped women, excessive women with erected hair, and wet eyes in a white mask “Do you like that muste?” said Juli an, smil his lips close to mine “How do you know I haven't heard it befor “Because you're @ litte white 500 he shouted “Goome yourse I screamed jagainst the band, As if giving me the measure of the place, he touched my cheek with his lips, while a girl who was passing us turned away from her to say “Don't bite her! You'll spoll your appetite,” I laughed; I didn't a thing pen m to Ursula Trent, igh Abbas! I discovered wi! | that Julian did not dance very To begin w he knew very fow , one of which, w variation of roll, was pretty fair, except | that he hopped, but whenever he sqw & Yacant space he precipitated him- Yet whet ball art nind in a p of Ciber € some satisfaction well wif Into a swirling two-step that made me giddy, I didn’t tell him just then, but, later in the evening. when I had made friends, when I had jdrunk a large glass of. ginger | which tasted much stronger than the | ginger ale of my past, I said |. “Julian, I'm going to take you In hand. Glide—there, that's It. Keep | your feet on the ground, there's a | | ale darling.” An he attempted to break into that awful scenic railway two- j step, I kept him down and made him |walk me quietly. He took it very well; indeed, at many other dances I beckme his leader. 1 was proud to mako him do what I liked | Evidently Jullan knew a good j many people here, for a number were |introduced tn turn. Ida Quin, his | nister, whose name I knew from the-| | Ater programs, and grho accepted the | new Mrs, Quin with supreme ease, with such ease that for one horrible moment I wondered whether she was used to her brother's Mra. Quin X short, stocky man with cropped halr waa introduced to m Bill Gordon, the Durham midd weight, who was in the running for the English boxing champlonship. More women. Somebody who was |mere Sadie, o tall, pretty woman, rather worn about the chin. Then an amazing little fellow, a stage decorator known e= Arf a Mo’, in- evitably, no doubt, because his name was Arthur Moy, Arf a Mo’ danced with an exquisiteness I shall not meet again; it was like moving with & pillar of cloud; one just moved; but he irritated mo because he would break into this tdeal, tmpersonal | movement with rapid, yelping con- | |versation. He was a little pink, thin | | man, incredibly active, with eyes ike gray beads that started forward. He} | knew everybody. “We've got a crowd here tonight,” | jhe said, “I don't know why, Someg |times this place Is as empty as & church. Tonight everybody's here.” "{ don't know many people,” 1 murmured. “No?.. . Why, they're all celebri- ties, peers, or gnolbirds.” He nodded toward a delicious red-haired girl. “There's Christine—Christine Wal- dron, the cine player. She's going to give the knock to Mary Pickford before she's done.” “Who is she dancing with?" "Oh, anybody but Miltiades.” Miltindes ?” “Of course you don't know, He runs her. He's the-little Greek chap in the corner—TI'll show you—moping behind « cigar, while Christine dances | with Tom and Dick, and yet doesn't | make Harry jealous. That's Lord Alf} with her. Lord Alfred Lydbrook. He's a card, Alf! Good chap. If a girl's broke, she can always get a fiver out of Alf, and for nothing.” He pointed out others, a Mr. Paw- lett, who was Just Pawlett, and Bob Freeland, of whom all one could say was that there was no vice in him. 1 got awfully muddled. Everybody seemed to be Billys and Tootoos. 1 was shown the real Tootoo, a pretty, fair girl, who, Arf a Mo’ sald, at present had no past. Also an amaz- ing fat person, very Jewish, with a pearl-and-gold watch chain acrons an extensive white waistcoat, Mr, Mont- | morency Satterthwaite. “Heavens! What a name!" T said “Yes,” sald Arf a Mo’. “His old name of Moses Samuel was handler. | But I like old Moses—beg pardon, | Montmorency. He runs his cinemas for the elevation of public morals. | Goes to them himself. I've seen him weep over his own film, ‘Poor Little Dollie,’ " When he took me back to the table where I had left Julian, I was intro- duced to more people, to Bob Free- land, very neat and trying to look very fast. Ida Quin, I thought, did look very fast; with unashamed pow- der and public lip salve she proceed- ed to make herself neat, Sadie joined us, Bill Gordon following, with them. a big, heavy, dark dancer who was Introduced simply as The Woman. They stared at me, But there was no timo for talking, I danced with Bill Gordon, who was even worse than Jullan, but knew it and pains- takingly explained to mo that a box- er's balance and a dancer's balance were not the same thing, Ho seemed out of place here, this aturdy, blunt- featured fellow, slow of speech and broadly north country, So serious did he seem that, emboldening, I sald: "You don't seem to be enjoying yourself.” “That Tam,” he replied, indignant- ly, Then, after a pause, “It's a tony. sort of place,” T realized that Bill Gordon had #o- celal ambitions, ‘To be a boxer wax all very well, but to be a fashlonable hoxer was better, for then ono might be noticed by Mr. Starnberg and have a big match fixed for one at the Stadium, T danced with Bob Freeland, a beautifully barbered young stook- broker, He sald audactous things to mo in a shy way, Ho was rather THE SEA CHAP, 67—ALIC LETTER The windows had been ed, man clay with which the Potter had Only the slit of ght visible trom |Malshed Latham was waiting at the curt Une bedroom was reflected in the io his car sla of the door which closed after “What did you want of Sing Loy?” Kete with a foolish tinkle |he asked as Kate « 2 ‘ |} It wan nea The sound antly. Ie letrects were quite deserted. ed out ¢ Kate, incon-| #1 had @ letter that I thought he sruoua, mock une below 184 should ase,” thoughtfully med j pee hung the limp Insignia of) “and then," she continued, after | There was crepe en the door of (2 DAUM: “When he came and I looked ' f/\t over I felt that he shouldn't wee It Ring Loy’s laur . jafter all and I didn’t read it to me women passed as Kate stood him. id and looked at the fabric. | +1 have it here," she was still ght with @ spray of mmilax @N4 | speaking slowly, Bhe took the pa moving slightly in the night breez®. jour of her pura and then re “I heard one of them Chinamen's| placed it iw dead; they say she was 4) +1 was going to let you nee it,” girl, too |ahe said, “but I Haven't the right. It Kate caught the words as th®/beionged to Alice—it should have women paane been buried with her This, then, was to be the end of Now take me hcme—ns fast as the little butterfly gir! who dared|you can, I'm tired.” Her tone wax defy life and death ‘one of them | wes . Chinamen's wives In death, Alloo, Aa whe settled back in the cir like the men at the morgue, was|Kate found herself more wornout nameless so far as the world was conce rent of the 1, No one knew cared, whether thelr paths had run parallel courses. Each had resolved to a bit of hu: no one nice, #0 rd to be depraved Arf a Mo’ again, duced people, with and Karl Meerbrook 1 got very het but, being’ dark, I didn’t show much, Just as the end came and the negroes played * Save the King" I re- al that I was enjoying Julian must have known It donly nel mured to two round "The any whisky.” w an I danced with with newly Intro Walter Siind myself for, sud- ne me by the arm, he mur- or three collected tn yet 1 see if there's but Tho They agreed, otented it too late. back with me, I only lve round You all come Mo’ excused himself, saying he might be in later. I felt very dissipated, walking up the street with the little crowd. We had only a few yards to go, for The Woman's flat was in Panama Mansons, on the other side The October air Weep-blue sky nalls. The of Lalcester Square. fell softly from a udded with golden | Woman had gone ahead on the arm| of Bill Gordon, and I found myself with Sadie, who confided that she respectable and trying #0 | young. | THE GREEN-EYED ACCOMPLICE TAR THE ONE-MAN WOMAN | BY RUTH AGNES ABELING than she had known. The day had been a long and a hard one, fraught with tragedy and mystery. (To Be Continued) | (Copyright, 1924, by Seattle Stary was « cine. player. “That woman's a fool,” remarked die, nodding toward her hostens, “I know her little game, but It won't come off.” | “What little game?” “Didn't you seo that she wouldn't to your flat? She wanted to get us all into hers, She wants to |keep us there so late that Bill ¢ |don won't think {t worth while to go home.” , uu mean that she and Mr. Gor- don?.. .” “Well, come what do you think? But * 4 prize idiot. He's not going corner.” After some dispute | Woman collected Julian, Ida Quin, | 8°¢k somene of dangting before his Badie, Bil Gordon, and me, Arf a|D0# She'll come to & bad end, you'll see. She's got too much heart.” I don't think Sadie had too much |heart, The cine player looked about |23, was very tall, rather thin. Her bended golden hair lay evenly round a brow rather too high, and her mouth wna thin, a little cruel. I did not like her much, but #he tnatsted on jconfiding in me within a few min-| utes of our first acquaintance. | was fed up with Pawlet. ontinued on Monday) She BY E, PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM Copyright, 1922, by EB. Phillips Oppenhelm Arrgt. BA BEGIN HERE TODAY GREYES, formerty ef joint chase . HAYERM, famous ertminal. Sayers, masquerading as Thomas Puge- ley, broker, lw recognized by Oreyes ho wen police inspector to sccost yers on the strest. Sayers shoots and escapes, Michael JAN Known at the elub and suitably disguised, Mich: to wir by the continued Upon In’ they find the fore the man adow Thomas NOW GO ON WITH STORY JANET CONTINUES A merchant with offices in the city and a country cottage for golf, does not carry a loaded revolver about with him. My heart quickened with excitement as I picked it up end handled tt. I forgot my master’s in. ifference. I {gnored the fact that, altho 1 am well enough to look upon, and that my face and figure have/ won mo more admirers than I could count on the fingers of both hands, he bad never cast @ second glance in my direction. I still had faith in | myself if I chose to make the first advances, I have never made them to any man, but I have an instinct. I believe that he is cold and unre- sponsive from habit, I believe that if 1 could make him understand the fires which are burning me up night and day, he would throw off his mask of coldness and mystery, would give me that place in his life which I crave. I was loitering about his room, looking still at that closed drawer, when to my amazement a man en- tered—a thin, weedy-looking person, with sunken cheeks and a straggling sandy mustache. I am not easily frightened, but it gave me a@ turn when he closed the door behind him. “What do you want?” I asked sharply, “How dare you come up here?” He looked at me earnestly. It was obvious that my first thought was a mistaken one, This was not one of the admirers whom I found it diffi- cult sometimes to keep at arm's length. “Young woman,” he said, "I am a police officer, You seem to be a sensible girl. Answer the questions which I ask, do not obstruct me in the course of my duty, and you will be rewarded.” I looked at tim fn silence for sev- eral moments, 1 do not think that T changed color or showed anything of the terror which clutched my heart. My master was in danger, All the time I stood there, T was think- ing. Tow was I to help? How could I holp? “Your master returned here an hour or #0 ago,” this man continued, “and has now gone off to play golf. I want the clothes which he wore when he came down,” “How do you know changed?” 1 anked, “T saw him come tn and 1 saw him go out,” wan the quiet reply. ‘his js hia bed room, fs it not?” "Tt 14," 1 admitted, “Then his clothes must be hero, Where are they?” “TI do not know,” T answered, “TI was looking for them myxelf. I was Just going into the bathroom next door to see if he had left them there,” He stepped back and entered the bathroom. Ho was only gone for a few seconds, but I found time to take the revolver from the drawer and to slip it into my loose pocket, "The bath has not been used," he sald a little shortly when he camo that he . Service, Inc. back, “I should like you to say with me while I nearch these drawers.” I mado no objection, and he made & hasty search of the contents of the first two. When he oame to the bottom one and found {it locked, he © vent to a little exclamation. He made no bones for what he did, nor offered any apology. With an instrument which ho carried In his pocket,“he forced the lock and bent over the contents of the drawer. He was a man addicted, I should tmag- ine, to silence, but I heard him mut- tering to himself at what he found. When he stood up, there was a smile of triumph upon his lips. “What time do you expect your master back?” he inquired. “I do not know,"I answered. “He was lunching at the golf club and playing @ round afterward. About 6 o'clock, I should think.” He walked to the window and stood looking out over the linka T too looked out. In the far distance we could neo two men playing. “Do you know the links?” asked. “Very well,” I told him. lived here all my life.” “What hole are they playing now?" “The seventh.” “What green is that Just opposite?” “Tho seventeenth,” “Where is the tee for the elght- eenth?” “Just out of sight underneath the trees.” He nodded, apparently well content. His eyes lingered upon mo, I saw a look In his face to which I was per- fectly well accustomed. Hoe had dis- covered that in my quiet way I was good-looking. He camo a little nearer to me, “Are you fond of your master?” he asked, “I see very little of him,” I an- swered. “He give no trouble.” “Do you know that you are rather A pretty girl?” he ventured, coming nearer still, "I am always very careful of strangers who tell me #0,” I retorted, taking a step backward, He laughed, ‘You'll give me just one kiss for this?” he begged, holding out a sil- ver crown. “You're an intelligent girl, and you've told me just what I wanted to know.” T looked at him curiously. If it wore true that I was an Intelligent girl, 1t was scarcely a compliment which I could return. For a police officer, he must have been a hopeless {dlot, “T don't allow anyone to kiss mo,” J objected, pushing the coin away. “You must put up with it just fqr once,” he inalsted, T scarcely belloved that he was in earnest—and for the first time in my life a man Kissed me upon tho Ips, I can find no words even now to desertbe the fury which was born in my heart against him. 1 feared even to speak, lest my passionate words might carry some warning to him of tho things which were in my heart. Ho seemed perfectly indifferent, how- ever and In a few minutes he strolled out and made his way across the gar- }den to the little wood, T took up my master’s field glasson and satsfied myself that he was atill a Jong dis- tance away, I waited for a quarter of an hour, Then I took another path which led into the shrubbery, and made my way cautlounly to where the man was standing with folded arms, leaning againat a tree, T drew nearer and nearer, T am Ught-footed, and T have even been called stealthy, It was part of my early training aa a parlor-maid to make no noise when T moved, fo T stole to within a few yards of him, he “IT have , Burglars — “Weaker Sex.” » Longer | BY Those who read the of thugs and burglar creasing. Holding up a womar old days, CYNTI paper Outdoor life and athletic accomplishment | for the hardihood of the femir The epithet of “weaker sex the good old days when to be fashion and rescuing women i j itself, but it’s out of place in this age. when, a @ woman wage-earner will ca envelope on Saturday night a What does the word “ilapper mean? A young girl of pre-debutante age loriginating from the term “flapper as applied to a young bird when it first trices tts wings Has Sam Langford been 4 and if »v. jthe past three years, whom? Im 1920 he lost to Harry Wills and Lee Anderson; in he lost to Bib | Tate and Lee A nj in 1922 he lost to Harry Wi Tut Jackson | How old is Billie Burke? She waa born in 1886, When was the declaration of war by France in the Franco-Prussian | wart | The French government formally declared war against Prussia on | July 19, 1870 | eee | What is a ruby? What colors are} | they? Can they be made artificially? The ruby 4s a red, transparent ve- riety of corondum. The most valuable | shade is the deep, clear, carmine red, n'a blood red. many localities, They commonly termed p They are found in but most are of little value, have been made artificially by fusing h 1 the | throw himself away while he's in| pure aluminum oride with a small The | taining, and she hangs round his|amount of oxide of chromium, are READERS—The postoffice de- partment has returned to our Washington.bureau mail for the following readers, because of de- ficient or incorrect address. If the readers for whom this mail was intended will write our Washington bureau, 1 New York ave, Washington, D. C., kiving the correct address, the |] mail will be promptly forwarded | to them: Helga Christiansen, 2604 4th, Seattle, Wash. Jennie Bentley, Box 444, Seat- |, tle, Wash James Bradley, Apt. 123, Lib- erty Court Apt., Seattle, Wash, Henry Hoagdman, 2013 W. Toth at, Seattle, Wash Miss Alberta Jorden, 2802 73rd st., Seattle, Wash. Mra J, Saiti, 4025 7th ave, Se- || attle, Wash. || Mra D. EB. Wilson, Delrio, Wash. Mra 1, F. Button, Box 98, Ma- zeppa, Wash, Mra. & D, Stauffer, 1847 W. 47th st, Seattle, Wash. —THE EDITOR. unpercelved and unheard. It was | queer, gusty November day, witt tumbled masses of clouds in the sky jand a wind which bent the tops of the sparse trees and brought the |leaves rustling down. Soon there would be company for the creeping and crawling insects to whom winter meant death, And afterward! I had a vivid little mind-picture of ao crowded court-room, of the judge who might try mo and the jury whe might pronounce my fate. For a moment I shivered. Then I thonght of that loathsome caress. I'thought of my master, and I smiled. If he knew, he would thank me. Some day he would know, I was so close that I think my vic- time felt the breath from my lips or the rensation of my approaching body. He turned quickly around, and henston. away, but he seemed paralyzed; and as he stood there I shot him. He swayed on his feet an instant, then stumbled and slumped to the ground. I listened for a moment. Then I took the path back to the house. I had finished what I came out to do. wee MICHAEL CARRIES ON THE STORY My round of golf with the man who was the declared hunter of my life and liberty afforded me no op- prehension whatever, altho I rust confess that the first sight of Nor- man Greyes seated In the club grill, only an hour or so after he hat wit- noased the abortive attempt to ar- rest me, was something of a shock. T came to the conclusion, however, that his presence here was accidental, and In no way connected with that harmless and respectable ihabitant of the neighborhood, James Stanfield, 1 played golf steadily and with success. It was not until that startling dis- covery, close to the eighteenth tee, that my equanimity was seriously disturbed. As we looked down upon the dead body of the plain-clothes policeman whom I had last seen in Woollerton Road, we both recognized him. No hint of anything of tio sort, however, escaped from my, lips. After the first fow seconds of stu- pefaction, Greyes naturally took charge of the affair, He set the cad- dies to search all around for a wea- pon, and begged tne to summon my gardener, or anyone who might be of assistance. I called for Soale in vain, however, and remembering that he had asked leave to visit his brother at Mayford, I abandoned the quest. Subsequently, one of the men working on the course appeared, and we carried the body into my tool- shed. Greyes locked the door and: telephoned for the pollee and doctor, “You will excuse my apparent offi- clousness,” he said, “but I once had some connection with Scotland Yard.” “There in nothing to excuse,” 1 assured him, “Tam only too thank. ful that you happened to be hore. Do you think that It Is a case of sulotde?” ) “{t have reasons for doubting It,” he replied, “apart from whieh, If it Wore suicide, the weapon would have been found, As the ovent happened so close to your house and actually or your path, Mr, Stanfield, you will not mind, T am sure, If 1 question your servants.” Cynthia Grey: |: | Modern Woman Not Easy Victim for Thugs and I saw his eyes wide open with appre- | He would have shrunk/| | three-year-old boy in his nightie, all ready” (Continued in our next Issue) ~ PAGE 5 Deserving of Epithet Ve fu 141A GREY ak here Bec have noticed that the number 7 4 ey ce is not as easy as it was in the | to have been h to the ancients, ts t time it are responsible | °°? : Fag Se pash- ne victim neient Briton y case, it waa might have been all right in| an arti nsumption chivalrous wae the height of ¢ Anglo- list ¢ was a prof 6 carly as 852 A. 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