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rey will receive callers in her office Monday, Wednesday and Friday, from 1 to 3 f my end on Tuteday and Thursday from 11 @ m to 12 m eaeh week. Please do not come at other timen, as it sertously interes feres with her writing. nds a 0 kid about it, I'l Tho 1 pr Roddy’s contract and vowed they Her exp doar w it to ye showed then her contra dummie: ood mo; she| ¢ of giving * for 40 pounds | gether with another which | it and ts dated the following! that one grants him only 16 pounds, which enables him to exhibit URSULA TRENT A Novel by W. L. George. Copyright, 1821, by Harper & Brothers ested, she THE ONE-MAN WOMAN Cc BY RUTH AGNES ABELING yathia Grey ye of Mind More Important Than Span of Years, Advises One Reader in Answer to the Girl Who Asked If a Bachelor of 40 Would Make a Suitable Mate. theat nod t Da a talk ax me the pra tor a contra CHAP, towant 12 evening, MOTHERLESS shadow DOROTHY ‘ously estimated, a figure oftem neq gave her strength quoted being 154,000; a later estimate 1s 350,000. About three-fourths of tha | inhabitants are Mohammedans; Jews of 11/00, and the rest are Christians of various denomn inations. (Continued From Yesterday) My social situation, too, worrted Me more, for, two nights before, 1 ‘Bad met Uncle Viowr at Compton's TE gave me an awful shock, tho my Smart Uncle Victor looked @ little as if he'd had @ very od dinner, He was dancing with & frightful ittle girl, a manicurist Whom none of us would have spoken | fo, Fancy me talking to a manicur. ist! He saw mo. After a while he Roderick so much that she signed herself Bentham, which is almost in credible tn an ress, such things ‘° often meets them. Like Mr she liked being miserable, Jagain? Are we all dramatic?) Uhink #he aiked me to come and see | her play, and then on to tea at her Mat, that I might know that an ctress can laugh and dance whila| ca her heart ts bleeding. wanted what he me to see her with the make-up off, | she It were was #}ite friend long on the grass, sunlight |£° on, he'll more, Then, has gone! ong, long be a good never Kate ‘ter pau ") Kate, and with her emall elbows on | aw ay ou be # knees, De cupped in ber hands, @ fully | At come any putinued had softenc nee, munching # with perfect content “I don't know why he's like that t for nothing, t my litt! ; 4 to mellow hen expen. bed Bd orothy sought | up BY CY. ITHIA GREY Will the man who has enjoyed single blessedness up to the age of 40 make a suitable husband? There are many and varied answers to that query. I shall endeavor to print as many as possible in hope that they may help Sarah, who asked the question a few days ago, decide her problem wisely: LOVE ONLY THING tired of play athe ; | mumber upward (Drama | 1] muth Kate's rothy for her 4 m order of merit cause I've forgot he dn't tell you a are into the woman's face. length the child «| | so je or mething, “Ww of | morre Maybe to child ever and wtay n't whe comm here? ned the What steel? Ordinarily speaking, | oructble (2) ele is the ° ¢ 1 we w And when he man! “Didn't my mama come back with | ut b i te: uldn’t aay ear she asked nee Sot away from the litte girl and took me apart. “Well, Ursula,” Fou like lifer “It's all right.” "Yea, you look all right. Charming Charming girl Wish I Wasn't your uncla Suppose I couldn't make a mistake? “Now, Uncle Victor,” I said, ‘Tl have to scold you, and that would be Dardly respectful, would it? Yo, I suppose not, Wo it isn't always the people who Bave most right to do #0 who take @@ the jod of censoring. We're all censors until we're out” We talked sertously, then; he tn- ‘Quired mainly after my present situa- om. Was I happy? Did I have he sald, “how do found | @verything I wanted? Was I disap-| Pointed with life? He did not reprove Me Uncle Victor was beautifully ib- eral. But he annoyed me, all the fame. When I asked for news of my father and mother he merely re. Piled. “They're all right” And he fatroduced me to that horrid little irl, but wouldn't come over and be Introduced to Julian. He made me feel 20 frightfully outcast, because, tn | Spite of his disarranged tle, he was still a member of my class plunging | Mato dissipation, while I lived in dis- @ipation and, as I talked to him, strove to get out. CHAPTER V Contradictions I Ninette Bentham had to use Nin- ette Douglas as a stage name be-| ause she had made her way as Ninette Douglas. But she loved her nd her heart, well bleeding. I oughtn't to put tt like that. I feel & cat, but I couldn't understand her We sat there, we two, in this pleas ant, idiotically furniahed little Mat |near Bioomabury Square, Tho Nin Jette had red hatr and green eyes, hers was the pale-blue temperamen: Bhe loved the works of Mra Vern ham, and I think that the discovery |that I had been secretary to the | great enhanced our friendshtp. | _ What a flat! Pale-blue flowered | dik tn white, panels on the walls; Jeceasional tables, without ston; I suppose | crowds of photographs, signed “Tom-| * | my,” “Willy,” — 2 er Lace curtainn, “Yours to a cinder Nttle gilt chaira, a carpet on which clusters of | roses were having fits That flat not look like Ninette with her tragic eyes and her flaming head It looke | like Tootoo’s virtuous abode, some: where in the suburbs, I belleve, with | |mamma. Before tea came in Nin- | ete was talkin; | “Oh, Little Bear, don't you get married!” Pause, to enable to ask why. I aay, "Why?" | “Oh, I don't know! One ried. One thinks everyt garden ‘Tl be lovely But Not always Oh, but I didn’t think he'd turn out itke jthat Mind you, I'll say this for Roddy, he doesn't run after other women.” More bitterly she added, “I suppose they wouldn't stick him tf they had the luck to get hold of him.” T smiled at her paradox. How ex actly It defined most of us with moat men! They are impossible and neces sary, But she went on. me ever | ing, If the producer Of « m on b seoma to be enough. He says I'm getting at bim, like the others, Bays it’s a conspiracy to keep him down. Well, of I can’t help standing | up for myself, and then he kn | about.” | ays anything think about it 4 aide, but it never ake ks m0 “But surely,” I said, “it isn't really | serious? I mean it's only im patience.” “Is It? whispered Ninette lishly. “Why y the | 00 rl ab 1 sald, for shoul other night ow you.” knew that Roddy young wif but to ne | was still but not to seeing them would in telling with @ stick, her be one 4 © marks were different ned to knowing things And Ninette would horribly pers that he'd be her that now and then he > on, me aten “But, good heaver last, “why do you stay You keep yourself; you much as he does, and they ef you as the comt! I wouldn't stay with @ man li) @ week.” “He's rather a dear,” Nin | She sickened me she liked Rod maintained my leave him.” murmured I guensod that “If only his temper wasn't so short. | T don't know why. We're dotng well: ADVENTURES | OE GENE WINS “Whatare you, please?” asked Nancy ‘The Twins continued thetr journey in Mix-Up Land. But it seemed silly, as Nancy said, to try to chase a house that kept| Jumping around so, as Jack Straw’s did. Just now {it was up on top of a high steeple and kept spinning ‘round when the wind blew, like 4 ‘Weather cock. “T should think !t would fall to pleces,” said Nick, “as it's only made of dominoes stuck together.” | “It certainly would,” sald a vole: “put, you see, all four winds keep blowing on it at once. That's like four fingers holding a puzzle, it can't fall apart.” “Who fs talking?" demanded Nancy. “We can’t see anybody. “Who are you?” “Look down the deep hole In front ‘of you,” answered the voice. “It’s a ‘Hill that got turned upside down when everything else got turned up- side down in Mix-Up Land.” The Twins looked and sure enough, there was the hole. “Now look at the very bottom,” es te tabel MORE ABOUT THE So all the people crowded about and begged her to promise not to kill a mountain lion, or a wolf, or @ bluejay, or a white dove, be- cause the Great Spirit could only Save them if every single member of the tribe promised. “Oh!” the old woman cackled in her cracked volce, “Foolish people! Making foolish promises! If you are afraid to have me the only one not promising I will, I will” Then she laughed deep down in ter bad heart, and thought, “I did not really promise, I only sald I would promise. And I did not say when; when I get good and ready, maybe I will, maybe I will. But I haven't promised yet.” Up In tho tree the bluejay sat with his pretty crested head shin- ing, and all his blue feathors glovng like a jewel in the sun, AIA because he was one of the birds who belonged to the spirit world just as the great mountain lion did, he knew even that thought in the old woman's heart, but this time he kept very still. And if the old woman had been wise—maybe—but she wasn't wise, not wine at all, Now you may havo noticed yournelf that a wecret fs a very hard thing to keep, even if you Lend |sald the voice,“and tell me what you wee.” “I just see a queerlooking thing,” said Nancy. “So do I," sala Nick. “Well, that’s me! I'm tho queer. |looking thing. I feel too awful about It even to be careful of my ar I should say ‘it ts 1,’ al as much ashamed as I say it is elther me or I.” “What are you, plea "asked Nancy, who was getting so mixed lup herself she couldn't understand a | word. », 1 hate’ to on top of a high hill. That's what I am. I used to wave my arms whea jever I liked. Now look at mo! | When that rogue, Jack Straw, turn- ed his thumb-ring and made Apple }Ple Land into Mix-Up Land, h fixed me, I wish you could get in. ll try,” promised Nick oblig- (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1923, by Seattle Stary — | * e 926 WICKED OLD WOMAN have your very best friend to share it with you, And the wicked old woman had a secret, a big dark secret to keep, which not a soul, not a sin. gle soul, knew about but her own self, It was a good jolee on the medi. cine man, and the bluejay and the great mountain Hon; she just couldn't keep the secret; sho simply couldn't, So very carefully she chose out three old women, worn and wrinkled and ugly as she, and taking them off to one sido, sho told them her clever plan for not making a row, and not making the great promise either. But she forgot the bluejay in the tree, and no sooner had shoe told her secret than he made a great fuss and clatter again, and the old woman was furious, be cause, of course she didn't want everybody to know her secret, “You'll scold and chatter at me, will you?" she cried, and with the words she shot an arrow strat¢ht into the breast of the bird, and stamped and raged on the beautl. ful blue feathers as the little thing fell at her feet, But—she didn't see the white dove fly out of the branches of the treo, and didn't seo the wpirit of the bluejay which the dove bore up and up and up, (fo Bo Continued) no feeling | | “I'm a windmill that used to stand |side of his domino house and put | “You do may things.” comfortably. “Ofter will go. I think I'll go anger increased. “I won't 1 won't I won't! Le you help me to pack. |she remarked, think I Her here, I'll show 1 thought this ridiculous, #000 as we went to the bedr dragged out her clothes th: It was Walter § ‘Oh Wally but as om a bedroon with us. | came in | Ninette alter & A fow ted each m- pletely that they went about a good | | deal together, each to keep an eye} Jon the other's progress. New tea | was brought tn, with many cakes, for Ninetto loved sweet things, especially | cakes with pink Icing. At onco gos- sip began. Christine was still keep- | jing off Mr. Pawlett; one wondered |why. Christine wasn't exactly a debutante, and he could do her a lot | of good. | | “Holding out for something,” sald} Ninette. | | “She won't get It" sald Tootoo | “She's got nothing to give.” | | There was a moment of silence, |for everybody know that in that sense Tootoo economical. 80, | awkwardly, Sit ral “Well, how's Applet “Ele's very well, thi | Tootoo, | “When's the wedding?” ette. “I haven't made up my mind,” Tootoo. Her small pl features of a child, hard, I thought, we did not reply, she went on ou're extraordinary, all you peo- plo. You all think that girls are thinking of nothing but getting mar ried.” | “What olne ts there to do?” Ninette. | “I've given mynelf to my career,” | | sald Tootoo, solemnly. | “That's all right," sald Ninotto, | ‘only you've got to catch that carcer | before you lone your face.” | “What's the matter with my faco”’ flamed Tootoo. She was so angry | that she added, “Nobody spotls it for | | me.” “How dare you!” cried Ninotto, |Jumping up, her voice full of tears. | She appealed to us. “What have I | done to have things like this sald to} |me in my own house? Just because | |I'm unhappy, and everybody knows | |{t, and everybody discusses my af- fairs, she thinks she can insult me, trample on me! Oh, I'm #0 un- happy!” Tootoo looked ashamod. Thon realized a new Walter Slindon. Lean- ing forward, ho took Ninette’s hands, | drew her head down upon his shoul-| der, and there let her cry, only from time to time murmuring, ‘Thore, don't cry.” Or, “Don't cry, my pret- ty.” I nearly cried mysolf then, It was touching to see this awkward, middle-aged man comforting the fool- ish, charming woman. Hoe was beautifully careless of Tootoo: and me, Another would have been nolf- conscious. Suddenly, Ninette stopped crying, and at once Tootoo kissed | her. | “I'm a boast,” she said, things.” Rather subtly she added, “Only I'm so beastly Jealous of you because you're beautiful and I'm only pretty.” “Oh, rot!" sald Ninette, immediate- ly soothed, and powdering her nowo hard. “Have an eclair? Soen Sadie lately We discussed Sadie, who was now going round telling her miseries to everybody. This led once more to Ninette's miserios, once more to the description of her husband's brutal- {ty. But for Slindon, she would have shown her bruises again. “Don't you think I ought to leave him?” sho sald to all of us, having evidently forgotten that she was golng to paok, “You never ought to have married him,” sald Tootoo, coldly, “Ho wasn't doing well onough. You can’t believe what mon say to you, Ninetto, Mr, Appleford, for instance, It's all yory well his being the Hon of a peer, but {t's an Irish peer, and I’ve got a friend In the clyil service that's look- ing out how much the family got for thelr land when they sold it under that Irish Act. You know what 1 mean?" (Continued Tomorrow) was pra?” ank you,” said asked Nin. | raid thi looked rather nald 1 do say 1 hated thts |; and bw daddy‘s up ar i my Kate took a go hers, Here the child's was @ now t » tell Doroth m, silent figure which nt bed char! hands in How about the ny in Bing er, swathed and nti) you grow repeated Dorothy ay to school? Mama « mald that, too." “You'll go to achool and have the big yard to play in and do every thing Just as she wanted you a | Kate's voice was very soft. Dorothy silent for @ space. Bhe seemed to be considering the thing, It was almost tc her childish mind to ¢ spite of the hardship life, had kept the years of “will . ways embrotd: silken eplen How was she to tell the little that her mother’s lights down laughter, her oc ing life had come to an end? mother didn’t 0," Kate finally Her hands ore tlehtly child an she spoke. t’ Dorothy ech 8 tone was out across the expanse of carrying away toward the Something tn the vastness | the softness of tts color and me thi irageous, dar wag “No, I back the thy, y wit o much rer Alice, fn her own girl's five ertence singularly free from difficulty tion of lows. uddenty to Kat come ind md a on of th ay of over little od. She Bhe had no concep looked her curly head sito) ‘a lap. (Te Be Continued (Copyright, 1923, by Boatt b n. of tt Stary | The Kiss of Judas BY E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM Copyright, 1922, by Arrgt. N. ELA Phillips Oppenhetm Service, Ine. BEGIN 10K) NORMAN mH TODAY j Died, “I will show you.” ORETER formeriy I led the way down the corr tly to the exact spot where Annette b been attacked, and opened t of the n om. I saw Mendoza start when she heavy bolt wh the arn est Mra, D saw the h had been fitted te in Havers’ cottage communica I came to the concluston,” I ex- plained, “that the was com mitted by some one hiding in one of these ¢ © rooms, and to the fur. After at Greyes meets Star ther conclusion beards out, THAT COUNTS Dear Miss Grey: she loves him, by all mei been thru such thing: emphatically, 1 married a bachelor of 40 when I was 22 and no two peo- ple ever spent such a wonderful six y nourish it, and it will live, you love, keep that love; nothing in my opinion. My bachelor of 40 wasn’t rolling in wealth by but still we got along well. difference in age hue more; but if I ever married « least 40, and I am not 30 yet. Of cours riage a succes. DEPENDS UPON AGE OF MIND Dear Mi is possible, set in object would man Grey: Of cours ionable of honest-to-goodness friend. 9K Why do the Indi faces? Do they p apply bear ans have smooth ¢ hair of their anythin to the face to t i from growing? naturally have a very owth of veard, and do not have. | r orld besides Egypt that are Ukely to rewult in as valuable @ find as that of the tomb of Pharaoh Tu- tankhamen? | The man’s answer Should a girl marry a bachelor of 40 is absolutely wrong. If ns marry him, , they really should not give advice so It makes me angry to he My husband is not on this earth any e, anyone should have common sense along with| a sense of humor and a million other things to make mar- but that has nothing to do with age. Can youth mate with age happily? if the “aged” th fall to the lot of the girl who would marry such a Look for a man who knows something, who has a flexible mind and won't be a slave-driver; but a really true, steel, tric sted, (4) Bessemer “” open hearth steel, atech to the question: eke Do animals dresm? No one knows definitely animale dream or not, but from appearance, at any rate, of dogs cats when they sleep, and es; of the expression om thelr fe many naturalists believe that they da dream, Unless people have ars as we have. If Age is . any means; ; If a man starts out from San ar this cleco and travels towards Ching, contin aman of at| he gets back to San Francisco, he have been traveling west all the time? Yea 1 eee Who bullt the Leviathan? Blohm & Voss, of Hamburg, Gere many, HOUSEHOLD SUGGESTIONS: Often sofled lace will respond * | cornmeal treatment. n it would be A WIDOW. It mate is aged in mind, inking, then unhappiness DR. JAKE. In & ole Ins that the necklace had been hidden on the spot’ tit Yucatan, Mexico, a Carne- ton expedition (s engaged | in excavation work whose results “How did you guess that?” she in-| | promise to be quite as interesting as } ity: Tit NOW GO ON WITH sTORY SIR NORMAN CONTINUES “It Is hard to keep you may rely upon my Tho few days that followed were filled with hysterical and frritating appeals, and inquiries from Mra De Mendoza herself, the com nts insurance company and the manage. | ! No efforts on our part could the affalr out of the nowspa-| pers, and the disappearance of the necklace became the universal sub-| ject of conversation. On the sixth day after the robbery | I felt that a brief escape was neces- sary. 1 prope Mr. Stanfield, whom I met in the hall of the hotel that we go down to Woking and nave m round of golf, an arrange- ment to which he agreed with avid- We lunched at the clubhouse, | and as on previous occasions, we| played a careful and hard-fought | It was on the elghteenth tee when one of those unexplained mo-| ments of inspiration came to me} which serve as the landmarks of life We had spoken of that grim trag which had {nterrupted our first I thought of poor Ladbrooke lying there with a bullet-hole In his fore. head, the mald, Janet, serene secretive, with the strange eyes and the unruffied manner, The memory of these things came back to me as I stood there and It seemed as tho my ment fame. | faculties were suddenly prompted by a new vigor and a new Insight. | Supposing {t had been the mald who had killed the prying stranger! | What was her motive? Could ft be her master? And {f her master's name was not Stanfield, might It not be Pugaley? The two men were of the same helght and build, and tho| ono thing which Rimmington had| always insisted upon was Pugsloy's genius for digguine, The pieces of my} puzzle fell together Ike magio, and with them the puzzle of the necklace, | I turned back to the tes, and I was suddenly consclous of my compan- lon'’s intense gaze, “Your honor,” ho sald ternety, I topped my drive miserably. My companion’s drive went sailing down he course, and he halved the match in a perfectly played four. Wo walked together to the clubhouse. “A whisky and soda?” I suggested. “Yl change my shoes first,” he answered, turning toward the dress- ing room. I drank my whisky and #oda, ex- changed greetings with a few nc- quaintances and pald my bill, Then I went to look for Stanfield, I might have spared myself the trouble. He} and the tax! had allke disappeared. 1} had to walt while they telephoned for | another, and I traveled up to London alone. The game was played out In quite the grand fashion, On my ar-| rival at the hotel, I found the rep- resentative of the insurance company waiting to seo mo, and I was told that Mrs, De Mendoza was in her room. Accompanied by the manager, wo made our way thither, 1 think that sho was well prepared for what} was coming, or rather one part of it Sho received us a little tmpatiently, “I have been waiting to hear from| your firm all day,” sho sald, address. | ing Delchester, “My jowelers, who valued the pearls, and my legal ad- visor, have helped to make out my claim. 1 am anxtous to know when I may expect your check.” “Tam thankful to say, madam, that that will not be necessary,” tho manager announced, stepping for- ward, “Eero is your necklace.” Ho handed it to her, Sho stared at it Ike a wornan transfixed. There were no algns of Joy in her face, She seomod, indeed, for the momont stricken with consternation. “When was it found?" mandod breathlonsly, "About 4 o'clock on the morning after the theft,” I told her, “But where?” she de. | relleved. | me to follow her to her suite. |in her sitting-room, | door. “If you will come with me," I re- thief made a alight wered. “For a air stood by Annotto’s in the darkness outside, I saw a u the transom of admit, howe it took necklace.” Im “that me four those of Lord Carnavon's workers, ext waterfalls In 0 feet; 9 Sedland d, 1.904 Yosemite, Cat * she asked I turned up the rug. In one of the planks of the wooden floor was ta knot. . I took a little corkscrew gim- t, bored Into it and drew it out. ‘Then I made Delchestor push his finger thru. There was a hook fastened in the under side of | the floor. “The necklace was hanging there,” I told him. “I imagine it would have been found later by some one making a point of occupying this room, As a matter of fact, I belleve, It was booked for tho first week {n| June.” “By whom?” Mra. De Mendoza do- manded. “By Mr Stanfield,” I replied. “Ho | |19 paying a return yisit.In June, and ho appears to prefer this room to the one he is occupying at present.” There was a brief r held out his sd. very much obliged to you, he declared. “Our in- you know, explred jay. I ed not say that it will not be renewed. I wish you all 1 afternoon.” He took his leave. appbaled to me, silence, Del- The manager rman,” he sald, “there ts a great deal in this matter which tt Ja rd to understand. I hi will not consider it a case for police?" I turned to Mra. De Mendoza. wish to prosecute "There is a of circumstantial might be collected.” “Again whom?" the b exald : evidence which “Against the gentleman whom we! have known as Mr. Stanfield.” She Inughed acornfully, “That funny little man who sits about in the lounge? I would as soon believe that you yourself were the thief, Sir Norman! I have my necklace back, and that 1s all I care about,” she concluded. 8. The manager departed, very much Mrs. De Mendoza beckoned Arrived she closed the She had rather the look of a tigress as she turned and faced me, Neyer was a woman born, of moro splendid courage, “And the epilogue?” sho asked. ‘Ty fear.” I replied, “that the epl- logue must be postponed. It was only today, on Woking Golf Links, that a certain little scene of 18 months ago became reconstructed tn my mind, I saw a motiveless crime explained. TI realized by whose hand that bullet might have found its way into Ladbrooke’s brain, and for whose sake.” pu let him go!” sho cried. tadmit that he has scored a trick,” I sald “slowly, “but you must remember, or perhaps you have yot to find out, that the world where such @ man can live, {8 a very small place." “And what about me?" she asked, “From the moment when 1 heard that you had gone out with him alone, I could foresee what was com- ing, Yet I was not afraid, I waited the necklace and shrugged. "It Is hard to leave a hundred thousand pounds,” I pointed out, “and so far as you realized, the gamo was not up. Not a soul in this-hotel except myself know that the neck. lace had been recovered, Yet you had courage to remain and geo tho thing thru. T admit that.” She came a little nearer to Tho green Hehts in her eyes wore soft, T folt the attraction of her as she meant me to, “Where T love,” sho said, courage, and my love has every quality which the devil ever din- tilled, except constancy. Are you me. “T have at] pe that you! | ertaln amount What causes the peculiar action of | the Old Faithful geyser? The gradual accumulation, and SE EAS afraid of mo, Sir Norman, because I | Killed a man who— ] “A confession,” I muttered. | esnes," she reminded me. | “After all, it was you who once said that murder was the easiest of crimes. What you know and what I know will never take me to the dock. Would you me there if you could, my enemy 1 drew a little away. Her breath was almost upon my cheek; her Ips had taken to themselves the curve of invitation. “I would put you there without a moment’s hesitation,” I retorted. You killed a man in cold blood to shield a murderer and a criminal. ‘The hand of justice ts alow, espectal- | ly when evidence 1s scanty, but in the end It grips.” | She laughed scornfully. “You speak in ignoran: clared. “At least bo friends, | went on, “until you can drag me tho gallows, I shot him with jright hand.” | She held out her left’ fingers. 1 | raised them to my lips. | “The kiss of Judas,” I warned her. “You will need more than his cun- she answered. “The Leeds Bank Robbe third story of this remarkal series, will begin in our next issue. 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