The Seattle Star Newspaper, March 7, 1923, Page 13

WEDNESDAY, MARCH 7, 1928. URSULA TRENT A Novel by W. L. George. Copyright, 1921, by Harper & Brothers. and celebrated the reconstruction by real was something Satterthwaite. He came to «# one morning | © come to ee you, Mra, Quin ad of your hb says I'm not to thank him, want you to know what it all means| (Continued From Yesterday) | penniless. She came to weep at Dov-/|to me; I was going to shoot mys¢if n j 0 Breet. | when he came in and hel w We came back to London tn the| 7a days elapsed jew consctous | Jews don't forget what people ha middle of September, feeling a little ivities tn Julian. He! done for us Bo I wa to kn Strange and rather excited. Oh, how | W* Proceeding along the lines that | that if there's any a the world Buston Road looked! 1 didn't | S°verned business in our ttn “4 T can do for either oft me tn the evening to see Lor I got rid of t how much I loved {t untii 1/' str Game back. Just the bookstall, with | Alfred Lydbrook. A chance ——_ made me awkward i owed that he had some deal T ot pulity, ow " Feo @° Very many publications on it. On, | “wg It gullty te Tread simething one understood | !th Meerbrook and Marry Le that occu my mind I spoke to ADout things one knew! and no long. | YO! He would give me no detalls, | Juttan about that @@ the Scotsman or the Glasgow Her. | SF be liked to pring things upon me| julian 1 didn’t think of It at the WA. But if she felt @ little strange | With & Charming air of boyishness. | moment, but do you remember the Gat Ianch time, old London aid not | S%tdeniy I discovered him as the god | day we got back from Scotland and take long to burst upon me. We had |! the machine, for two things | saw the placard saying that Mr. Rot gone a hunired yards along Pio. | PeMed together te was given &) Satterthwaite was down?” eadilly when we noticed the placard _ oy me pethidine d | ae what about itt : aeueses wes o “Dent you remember you sal - on Prening paper, bearing: the! ough to keep her alive, but she Poor old Moses’? How did you know | wouldn't lose caste in the cinemalit was Mr. satterthwaite?™ QREAT CINEMA CRASH | world, Simultaneously the papers vi emee’ ta tie Giied stated that the various compromined ean w did I know?" “Poor old Moses!” said Julian. film companies were being recon-| ite blurted, “Of course | knew.” “How do you mean?” I asked. “Do! structed and that a scheme was being “How FOU mean Mr, Satterthwaite?” laid before the creditors. “I guessed.” Julian bought a paper and opened| Weil,” said Juiian, leaning back tn “Oh? You knew he was rocky, f% Indeed tt was a sensational an-|his armchair, “poor old Moses tn then? Why didn’t you tell me?" Beescoment, ‘There was a panie in the| going to have another ark. I believe! “Oh hung it ail! I can't tell you cinema world. All the Satterthwatte | it was Noah had the ark, but never everything His frritation passed houses were closed, and in some) mind.” away. “Now don't be ly, One Manner beyond my understanding a| 1 was told by degrees that Jullan| would think that it was my fault he Fenting company and several produc- | had tnfl ed Lord Alfred to puti came down, Haven't I been doing Companies were down too, I was| some capital into the business. The I oan for the poor eld Mt for a moment. I was very | pound shares would be written down Sorry for the kindly old Jew. What Would happen to Reuben and Esther?| issue of deferred shares, eta . . «| o, Would they rally to their father? | Oh, the things men talk about! Even | For several days the concussion tn| my Julian, artist tho be was, had an to half a crown, There would be an I know; it's awfully sweet | fan, tolerantly, “Of course,” sald Je \ “one can't help knowing things, and i eur world was terrifio. Lunch and| understanding of money that ts no |, they're useful to you, why not use t @inner parti ally ar-| woman's But one thing I under-| then r j Satterthwaite. | stood: Satterthwaite was safo and! 7 sai: nothing more; I didn’t quite| } What would | was restarting on new lines. He was! follow, I even accepted & check tne happen? How did {t happen? How | giving up expensive open-air produo- | 55 pounds to spend on “ribbona” } Mauch in the pound could he pay? Oh, | tions and going in for society drama.| Rinbons! Men are no irritating. In ft was all right! The Union film People were buying him up. No, it which would not cost much to stage. | mamzma’s time they used to give them 1 was very happy then, for fadie and money for shawls; now it's ribbons Wasn't true, Wouldn't touch the| Satterthwaite were beautifully grate- They have no feelings for clothes show with a pitchfork. The houses|ful. Sadie was almost too grateful; Riven dress designers are ms had reopened. No, they hadn't. They| she invaded our fiat whenover she | cuiing. Were being turned over to the Y. M./ was not rehearsing, talking endlessly rt © A. They were being converted into| of the kindness and sweetness of Turkish baths | Jullan, saying she wished she had a A pathetic figure tn all this was| pal like him, vowing that If some- Sadie, the leading lady of one of the| thing of the wort came along she film-producing companies. She was| wouldn't think twice about Jeaving Rot economical and had saved noth-| her little wooden hut tf he just gave | img out of her salary. As she had| her a come-on. lost Mr. Pawlett, she was practically Satterthwaite was equally grateful, Bome people have no respect for perty in booka They take one of your stamps, but “borrow” @ first edition inscribed to you by the author, and forget to re- turn it, In my new world they wera obviously not particular, Ons after 2 wou hoon I discovered that & had a gone even further; she'd rowed ‘ DY EMTURES | }my Itt book. That makes one rag wo it practically cuts me T —_ | ort trom all books, aince, of course Jone never buys any, I wanted a book fet - badly, had nothing to do. So, after j lunch, I waa energetic enough to go | round to Sadie’s flat in & | Then, to complete my trrt | maid who opened the door informed | me that Sadie was not at home 1| | hesitated for a oment, Vhen will she b “I'm afraid I don't This was a | rot a book of that she was look- | ing at last night, I want it back.” | “I'm very sorry, ma'am.” back * I asked. could find tt for me | brary label on 1. “Well, ma'am!" The girt's tace| suddenly struck me as pecullar, “T} jdon't think I could look thru Miss | Grafton’s things, ma‘am,” | “Oh, nonsense! Look here, come| j with me and we'll have a look.” | | “I'm afraid I can't, ma’am,” sald| the girl, firmly, I stood there for a moment, star. | ing at her. Then I smiled, and the! |mald responded. Upon the table lay | ® silk bat, gloves, and a amart cano. be meee bie Phys st Tl Away went the Twins in the queer on top. If we hit it, we'll smash to gs ‘Gratien fies - ‘put : ‘6 eatheanbUe. splinters.” turned t leoted It was queer because it had el “All right, I'll be careful,” said | wits patil hameres cpio fustead of wheels, But then, there | Nick, guiding the automobile away | be pothered with Sadie’s affairs; et Were queerer things than that Bi pak the well. |took an old envelope from my little Mix-Up Land. ee ee ae LO Pte and write on it m soseuage, bed. “Toul have to guide ma” sald|“Ding, dong, ding, dong? it weat| sing her to return the tere nts the automobile to Nick, so Nick sat |12 times. | Might. The hall was very small, the behind the big wheel and turned it} “It's a clock" orfed Nancy: “Let's | tabie very clone, T'iald toe eye Beery and that, while Nancy ott |stop. Td itke to see tt” So the ad | on it, Ay I aid oo, I baw in tn beside him. tomobile Ut on a tree, balancing tt | crown of the silk hat the initials J. low be carefull warned the au- self like @ bird. |Q. Julian! Whatever was he doin bile, “and watch where you are/ “I thought you'd stop.” sald the| reer and at thie time! A keten feing. All sorts of things stick up |clock. “Have you any extra hands?” | Dust tures “tutnmetmet A auarter | fm the alr in Mix-Up Land.” “Only two aplece,” sald Nick. | mysterious mancuvers, I was an "Oh, they do everywhere,” said) “That's too bad!’ sighed the clock. | noveq Why should I be shut out Wancy. “At home Daddy has to|“Since everything here ts mixed up| trom his busines? T'a go in and seo Watch out for telegraph poles, and |I have to tell time with my feat. | ..4, fences, and fire plugs, and thresh | And a dreadful time I have of tt, for | mpii5 ay right,” I nad. ing machines, and ull sorts of |feast travel faster than hands, What | yoo. stp Quin ‘was here, I'm Mrs things?” time is it?” Quin,” and made as if to pass her. “What you sald just now ts very| “Ten o'clock,” said funny,” said the automobile. “Dont | bile. body betwee: jo t You know that In Mix-Up Land the ‘Morning or night?” erwin reds 7 “hs uy piled fire plugs and telegraph poles stick | Morning?” |ma’am, but I don't think I'm down into the ground and the things| “Goodness! sighed the clock. | irafton {s talking bust we must be careful not to hit are : eontere ny * | afraid Miss ( Mais well ft callie Ck ciation. ‘Now I'll have to turn myself back neas with the gentleman.” Lookes, there's a well right in| I know, I know, But I'm Mra 12 hoursf* (To Be Continued) Quin. Can't you ses?” front of us, a mile high, with a pump | “I'm very sorry, ma'am. My orders (Copyright, 1923, by Seattle Star) Miss Grafton's not to be dis. ooo" "" | I don't know why, but an she sald that suspicion rose in me ike a Ca fed : | Verey light. My heart began to ® |) ump; a itt electric bol! rang in jeach ear. I couldn't see properly. | I suppose I was blind with raga. I jexpect that In another second 1 | should have seized the maid by the | throat. I'm like that, I'm afraid. But | just as wo were confronting each other, strained like steel wires, a door opened on the corridor and Sadie came out, staring In her surprine, For a moment I went numb ail over, “It’s a clock!” cried Nancy. “Let’s stop” the automo. ar * ory feooke.’ Cd _By Mabel Cleland > 4 Page 930 BIG BILL, OLD BILL AND RUTABAGA BILL & * for her hair was down. Wo stood ite still for @ second, wo three But the story, the real thriller, ) Ankeny, Ankeny knows his || au nee, father, he knows Mr, Wiseman It was like a en t is abdut the time he tried pros | wii ‘make it good whether he'll enw fear in Sadler's bie sidbokenet pecting for gold with Bill Rhodes. | trust us or not.” male's blue eyes, After ‘That was the year he was 16 years old. So Mr. Ankeny, the father of & moment sho must have been #0 the Mr, Ankeny you know here in frightened that she had to speak. Mite Ricden winta Tough oi liccWe per te hare iret eee “Hullo!” she sald. “I didn't know prospector, like the ones you see on fli tS can't carr bh were here.” I did not reply, . all this ‘ ’ on & couple o' pac io Fave mi fal "G 7 the movies, but he looked to! horses, ‘Who'll buy a boatt ha @ & false smile. “Go away, darling. You're deo tropp. Can't you see?” She winked. Still, I did not move, It must have been awful for her, my stiliness and my silence. She couldn't bear {t, She came toward Bick like the Genii in the fairy story. Dick was going out after his fortuns. “No use trying to keep the boy {f he’'a the notion to go,” Dick's So $60 of Dick's $100 went to buy @ boat. When they loaded the boat Bill saw Rutabaga Bill carefully lift in a five-gallon keg of whisky. The river was swift and they father said to, the boy's mother: | were poling straight up-stream: |\me, whispering: “Go on, darling “Let him go and try It ou at the end of a hard day's worl Mustn' ay Fee ‘4 | will show what stuff he's made] they had traveled jutt five miles, [lay tat, sn! sport, Seo you later. of, and won't hurt him a mite,| When they wero getting sup: urned to Ko. “Ta-ta. | {il Rhodes is rough but he'lll| per on the river bank th 14 Energy returned to me. 1 called jook out for the boy. ee, a BIN said, “Bova, its a shamal || to ner, “Sadie!” oO a t} anes were ade. a follows rinkin’ and boozin’ “4 Dick two pack-| around like this with thie boy in She turned. “What ts 1t? Don't horses and tw saddie horses,| the crowd. First thing we know make such a devil of a row.” some supplies and $190 in his| we'll be startin’ him in to drink” “Why not? I'm not afrald of pocket, and sent him forth, “Humph!" scoffed young Dick, It was in March that they Jullan hearing me." “you needn't worry about mo. started, and as soon as they got| never touch the stuff, Worry (Continued Tomorrow) into the hills they found lots of | about yourselves.” " snow and hard t 4tel It was slow traveling, Rolling e At Moon city they met the| hard all day, camping and drink other two Bilis, and after some| ing at night, poling again, day ure e le loud Meng tcl een ings on after (ay, ane cites night for backs and minors jokes, they all] two weeks, and three agreed to go to Lewistown to-| the end of that time they reached thor, with Old Bill thelr | the point where they must leave FOR INDIGESTION jeader, the river and go into the moun- ame | By, ihe time it was all settied| tains, hg : 7 that it Koln) Somewhere on the way up the: FOR rough party," forall | had ploked up another boy ani INDIGESTION three of the men were drinking | Old Bill suggested that the two P) tl whisky, and getting more and| boyn take the boat back to Moone more noisy, City and bring the four, horaea { “AN! Of course, they hadn't enough] on.” Mut Te you do.” he malas i 6 BeLLans supplies for fo,inany; and as all) "They's one thing you, wot to. bq \p Hot water the men were “broke” they didn't] sure not to try, th t's shootin’ z if, i neo how they wre going to buy| the rapida at Uovils whiripool Sure Relief bs any, When you. gat to the pool you Then “Rutabaga ili aad, y portage, Hear?" (Continued “Lat i i oeneemnneemmennmemmementatonatohedal the youngster go to row) ELL-ANS | 25¢ end 25¢ Packages Evervwhere THE SEATTI STAR THE ONE-MAN WOMAN BY RUTH AGNES ABELING As the letter apart tn her lap, Kate r all except the first one were in her own hand | writing. Dan had kept every letter hort periods of thelr separation The thought thrilied her. She knew ways did. that, In that hour, a kind fate, your} m that how he must have cared. © pleked up the first envelope ne addressed in own ecrawly ndwriting to her, | It began simply, as his letters al “DEAR KATHERYN: | “i know that some day, somehow, | you will learn of the girl called A And I have the same faith foresight, intuition—call it what you | Xu wi #1 you to this letter | My sin was that of indulgence, with another weakness, There ts no f here for details of the girl's story. In fact, I do not know them mynelf, There t# just this which"mat | ters to you and me—I was drunk, | runk—while you were away | your summer va ft ation in 1920 When I sobered I found Alice with me. She told me of her twoanda half-yearold child, of her straitened clr es. I supported her for| KATE WAS FRANKLY CRYING ¢ her in my lodge in the woods |WHEN 8HE FINISHED READ-| t mune i geemed to be the on! ¥ | ING. to do. “At such time as this Metter falls! Kate was frankly orying when she | into your hands, I shall have no fur |finishe reading, The few penned | ther reason to le to you—Alice never | Words had softened the crystalline me thing to ma I exacted surface which had seemed to glaze nothing of her, 1 want you to know |her whole being when ahe climbed began. iM I hesitated. “I wondtr whether you | JANE Ita got i pe | Sir Norman Continues “I didn't} |apparent golfers had the mat Tho maid actually interposed her| | pounds. | that and belleve It, becuuse I jove|Out of the window that night, 12 you years before, and took up her way “You have raised my conception |#ong the open road of womanhood to a pinnack from| Sh® was alngularly light-hearted wht & thotisand lesser woren | Until with the passing of a car along | should be unable to drag ft. And 1 | the road, she was reminded of Jumes have tried to be worthy of my con. | Latham. | ception—tho I dared not aspire te| Tomorrow James Latham would! hineas of tt creator.” me for his er, Kate shrank © not was signed sim: the r (To Be Continned) (Copyright, 1923, by Seattle Star from 1 closed quite as abrup The Leeds Bank Robbery BY E, PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM Copyright, 19 Arrgt vy EP N.E. Ips Oppenhelm A. Bervice, Ino, BEGIN HERE TODAY formerly | Ingenious, from the selection of that P r bank, which is wickedly inolated, to the exact location of the Dartier car, which made anyone on | the off-side almost invisible.” “It's pretty generous of you to let take the credit of this,” Rim. on remarked. | “If Stanfield turns out to be Pup Pugsley the man I believe to bo,” I maid, “I shall need no on other reward than the joy of having brought him to book.” wher “Do you believe him to be Michael | | Sire Sayers?” Rimmington aaked. | get by I | “I am absolutely certain of ft," | answered. We completed our round, tinched | |a@nd played again. There came no| |sign from the Lodge, Somehow or “At ten o'clock 7” lother, the silence seemed to me “I will be in the clubhouse,” I) ominous. Toward evening I began promised him. to mot uneasy, Just as we were ni “We go to bed, up here,” he re / ting gown to dinner, 1 was fetched to marked, “practically with the sun.”/ the telephone. | I rose to my feet. 1 took my leave,| “Inspector McCall «peaking,” the| and as I walked down the drive, with | voices [ heard dectared, “are you| the yellow moon shining through the| sir Norman Greyes?” aparee trees, I felt the ghosts of «yen 1 answered tragedy gathering. “Have you heard the news? eu “I have heard no particular news At five minutes to ten on the fol! since early this morning,” I replied. lowing morning I watehed Mr.| «stantield excaped eleven miles| Jamea id push open his prt-| trom here,” the inspector declared vate ga’ i onto the links, and) sroomtty, | stroll across toward the clubhouse. |" «pycaped? te I waved my hand and stepped back | NOW GO ON WITH STORY “With pleasure,” I assented, Ridiculous!* claimed. | Into the locker-room. Three or four! “16 aia tt, anyhow. He xhot both | men in tweeds and golfing outfit)», a guards with an automatic pistol | fixed in the pole of one shoo and worked with the toe of the other.| cuffs were | str, Gorman, from Scotland Yard, ts| of the three In five minutes entered. were waiting there. my prospective opponent In five seconds the upon his wrists, and or ter 10) others is shot in the leg Btanfield | then threatened the driver until he| “You are chareed,” he said, “with | roeased him from the handcuffs He feloniously wounding William Har|toox him to within a mile of a ralt-| mell, manager, and John Stokes,| way station, ‘Thera he tled the man | clerk, of Brown's bank In the Men. | up, drove the car on himeelf and dis wood road, Leeds, and with stealing | aiienred. So far we have no news. from the premises the sum of 7,000/ eh tay I should recommend you to} ome with us quietly, and to reserve, | for the present, anything you may have to say.” Looking at him as he stood lean- ing @ little against his own locker, I could have sworn that there was no| manner of change {n the face or ex:| pression of my enemy. He tgnored the others and looked across at me hand. | »| T could make vo {ntelligible re ply. I muttered something to the effect that Rimmington and I would come on to the police station the first thing in the morning. Then 1| walked outside, a Uttle giddy, sick | at heart, furious with myself and Fate, I stood looking toward tho Lodge until at last I yielded to an ‘his is your doing?” he asked. irresistible impulse. I hastened Itogether,” I admitted, across the fow yards of heather. “You knew It—last night?” Rrown common, cronsed the road, t was you who reminded me that} mado my way up the straggling avo. I need not tako salt,” I replied. nue and rang tho great front-door He nodded. bell. Presently the huge door swung “The trick 19 to you,” he confessed. |allently open. Janet stood there, “I am ready, gentlemen.” looking out at me, He walked quietly outto a walting| I freely admit that I lost my nerve. motorear, with a burly policeman On|T lot my poise, and with !t all the either side of him, and a very {m-|gifts which enable a tan to face an portant man from Scotland Yard 1n| exceptional situation. For this wom- the party. Rimmington and I were/an showed no signa of any mental left behind and presently we essayed| disturbance, I had never seen her a round of golf. All the time my/look moro beautiful. She moved eyes kept straying toward the/away from the door, Lodge. No sign, however, came from “Come in," she invited. “I have thats: been expecting you.” “T gtit" Rimmington remarked,| Our footsteps awakened strange as wo walted for a fow minutes on the tenth tee, “don’t quite under stand how you tumbled to this affair no quickly.” “It was qutte #asy when you once admit tho possibility of the occu. pants of the Dartier car being con- cerned,” I replied. “Of course Rob- erson was in ft up to the eyes, It was Stanfield who drove up In Rob- efron’s Tord and went direct to the bank. The Dartler car was already there, containing Janet Stanfield And Roberson, weartng a gray Hom- burg hat and a linen duster. Tho ohauffeur brought Into the store fA small order which tho grocer’n ansistant packed and took out. Tho chauffeur was taking advantage of the delay to fill up with petrol. The moment Btanfleld descended from the Ford and made his way to the bank, Roberron slipped off his tnen Guster, produced a Panama hat which he pulled over his eyes, and made his plirchaven in the shop. He oame out just as Stanfield re-ap- peared, and drove the Ford away, Btanfield Jurt stepped into the Dar echoes tn the hall. She led the way Into the sitting-room, which opened onto the terrace, and sank back on the divan, where apparently sho had been resting. udas!” she murmured, “You know, then?’ I demanded harshly. ‘Dverything—even to the last Ittle episode, What fools you policemen are!” 6 laughed mockingly. “I worry no more about him,” «he declared, “Tt 19 not an equal atrug wie. I worry only about mynolf alone here.” “Alone—herel™ I echoed. Sho nodded, “Harding, our butler-chauffour and confedernte, haa tnken the can— where you can guess, Our giliie broke his leg this morning and has gone to the hospital, T am not afraid of burglars, but I am terrified of mios, and the place Is overrun swith them. Also T imply loathe the {dea of having to met up and make my own coffees in the morning.” 1 roxe to my feet Cynthia Grey: A Leaf From Girl’s Dia It Coat BY CYA Dress—the tragedy of it! Dress—the joy of it! The dual roles that dress has played in the lives girls are revealed in lettera s¢ a result, apparently, of the le subject of “dress and a job.” One girl writes: A LEAF FROM HER DIARY Miss G $ out of my own life when I rea your column yesterday. things as clothes, Dear Miss Grey, if you can | isn't worth the candle, you will have done something tha make hundreds of them live to | No one knows the struggle girls make against the lure of sin to tempt them, lovely things to wear, Itisa Why Do Girls Love Clothes? Why will men pay no a’ & girl who wears what she can af ft pretty Ce t © {tention to ? Why were girls made to love clothes and pretty n't ere be something done so at people were not all crazy over bes? 1 love clothes. I can’t I hate and loath: the have paid for them. ee She Made Her Clothes Misa Grey; Isn't {ta pity girls don't learn how to make their own clothes? 1t isn’t hard to look pretty and bave & pretty wardrobe, if @ girl just knows @ little bit about color har- mony anda little bit about aim dressmaking. Most anyone can make one of the modern dresses or wraps. There are so many pretty materials es colors? jolp it, But ny the darlingest shades. There is just no exc girl looking tacky. My friends always well-dressed, but I my allowance. Clothes, to me, mean something to make the human body more beautiful. Not to worry and fret it. I think girls should be dressed ih bright, becoming colors because nature wears them, too, It seems reasonable, too, that people should have a change of wardrobe three or four times a year, Just as nature does. * Doesn't Earn Big Salary But Iam sure there are many, many women and girls who spend far too much time on clothes and who make a god of them. Those people grow pelfish and superficial First they know they put fine clothes be- fore things that are really important. Then there ts trouble. Please advise “Ardeen” and other girls who read your column to learn how to make thetr own clothes. I have a girl friend who, I know, would have been unhappy, envious and inmtisfied if ahe hadn't learned how to make her- nelf look well on « small amount of money. Sho doesn't earn a very big salary and most of her friends a: swell dressers. I just know what I have taught her has been a godsend to her. ROSIE. eee Which state has the most automo- dilen? New York, with 812,031 (im 1922). eee ‘What do aviators use for “writing” in the sky? A “amoke pot containing tar, a certain amount of rosin, and solidi. fied alcohol, . Why are leasea made out for 999 years instead of for 1,0007 It is said that Lord Coke, an emi- nent English jurist, once remarked, seriously wounded, and one of the| “a lease for 1,000 years is never with-| out a suspicion of fraud.” There- back now, Bhall I bespeak one for yout “You would really have me there,” she asked curioush “under the same roof as your avgust and respectable seit?” “Why not? she reminded me, “the wife of the man whom you have betrayed! You and I share a secret, too, don't we? Would you vouch for my—respecta- bility 7" eee I moved a step toward her, Her eyes wero filled with a mingled light, ® light of allurement and cruelty. Her ps were moist and quivering was !t anger? A long bare arm was withdrawn from behind her head, » « « Then a voice fell upon the throbbing cold water, “Hands up—itke lightning? I obeyed. I recognized the voloe of the man tn Harding's livery, It was Stanfield, who had crept in upon us unheard, “A mixture of Lothario and In- spector Bucket!” he mocked. “Any prayers to say?” “If you are going to shoot, lot's havo it over quickly,” I answered, The woman stepped between us. “Don't be absurd,” she sald to the newoomer, “We couldn't afford to part with Sir Norman. Life would be too dull without him. Put him on parolo. Ho is perfectly trust- worthy.” “You are right,” Stanfield ad. mitted, “Take your cholos, Greyes —twolve hours’ silence, or eternity,” “I will bo silent for twelve hours,” 1 promised. Hoe pointed to the door, “T cannot have the last fow hours I may ever spend with my wit di turbed,” he sald, “Kindly leave us I went. There was a mist before my eyes, © cloud befogging my brain. Timmington waa sitting on the porch, smoking, when I got back, He moved his head toward the Lode, It was obvious from his defection that ho too had heard from McCall, “What do you think about taking fn look around there?” ho sugested, “Quito uselens,” I replied tersely, “Let's have a game of billiards and try and forget the whole damned business,” tier, put on his linen duster and gray Homburg hat, and off they started,| Dormy houno,” I told her, “where Tho Jdea was to confuse, and at first] you could obtain sorvica and bo it guocesded, he whole affair was| made quite comfortable, am going, “Thore are empty rooms at tho CAIN OORT AAO IN EAE “Tho Wonor of M. Lutarde,” fourth story of this remarkable series, will begin in our noxt issue, zemed to me that I was living over a leaf years ago I had an experience like that girl's. ad of losing my job, I hung to it and got the clothes. Nobody knows the struggle I made to get them with my own money. Nobody knows the shame it cost me to take my first | pair of silk stockings and a dear little, soft snuggly blouse from a friend who said I was foolish to worry over such little “The wife of a famous criminal,” | silence Uke a douche of DML Grey will receive callers in her office Monday, Wednesday and Friday, from 1 to 3 ®& my and on Tuesday and Thursday from 11 ao m to 18 m each week. Please do not come at || other times, as it seriously inters feres with her writing. | ry—Dresa and the Price “std £00-year leases wore mada 198, and 100-year lea 99 year. How many people in the world of two / a total population estimated nt to this department today aa 400000 about 200,000,000 tter published Tuesday on the| nave biue or gray eves. These blue- eved people al belong to the white es. People of all the other races | have dark eyes. | . 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