The Seattle Star Newspaper, March 9, 1923, Page 21

FRIDAY, MARCH 9, 1923. The Honor of M. Lutard BY E, PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM At heart I : believe that I am « honest wo she sighed. “I ca ot bear the thought ¢ © adore your paying notes for th t Yo I am ¢ ment of my shall give me lunch to stead tainly very uDgry We turned toward Regent st he proposed. patronize?” | compromises, encouragement of Ger man trade, and even for a rap. |prochement with Germany, You | know, of course, who is the leader of tho patriotic party?” ADVENTURES OF THE TW NS vutarde, I should tmagine.” Clive Roberts = | crnmiioe, kane may: ville 6 | Germa: aa I will call them, A WISE OLD ROOSTER st because of his bitter enmity to- ward Germany; secondly, because of his devotion to England, and thirdly, bechuse of his unfaltering rectitude. An at t was made upon lite not long ago, and the French police have been instructed to watch him night and day. Lately, however, here has been more uneasiness than eve among the patriotic party, It r, true that the chief of the © is of the pro-German party, brewing at the present moment lagainst Lutarde, It has been sug gested to us that a thoroly capable |Mecretservice man from this side might be of aeststance in unr ling ft. You follow ma, I hope, Sir Nor- man?’ "I think 90,” I admitted what ts the nature of the plot?” “One can only surmise, Hampden replied. Neve, however, that {t is assassina- |udon. That would only make a mar. tyr of Lutarde and sanctify his cause. exe and out| We want you to go over to Paris and consult with a person whose name I will give you. You will be backed by unquestionable authority in any steps you may think well to take. It will be a difficult commis “But Lerd There stood a purple rooster, looking at them thru a large pair of spectacles. Nancy and Nick stood looking at|broke another magic Jack Straw’s house spinning around agesrare Pierre tg ee net top 10s steeple te: Mts UD: Land, irene are wane what kind of a ‘That is the last place & had fjump-|160° aid those eggs? They surely ed to. than 60 cents “I know what I'll do,” eried Nick. ought to bring more a setting? on, and in a senne a vague one; but "l break another of the eggs that; “Now I k where we'll be if we |I may say that, in the event of your the Cut-Out Lady gave us.” fall?’ cried Nancy. “On the feather achieving any success, the govern So he broke an egg. bed! Come, Nick, let's hurry.” |ment would consider {tself under the | deepest debt of gratitude to you.” Instantly a ladder appeared and as “But spos'n,” put in the rooster, “spos'n mean old Jack Straw turns uickly hopped away toward the 1 will do what I can, of course,” eple, leaning itsek up obligingly|his ring another time and a wind |I promised. When do I start valnst the side. lcomes and blows all the feathers We should like you to catch the “Hurry, Nancy, We'll climb it and |away 1 o'clock train tomorrow morning. et to Jack Strav’s house,” said! “I'll break another egg and see,” |the cabinet minister suggested, ris. Sick, starting to ran. | sala Nick. ing to his feet. “If you will dine “1 suppose you know what you are| So he broke another egg, the last | With me at § o'clock tonight tn Carl doing, but I'd be careful if I were | one, and what do you think! }ton terrace, I will furnish you with every other deta: you,” said a vote. There was only a piece of paper| : Tiere stood a purple rooster, look- lin tt. So on the following morning, in ing at them thrva large pair of spec- | I declare? sald the rooster. las than 48 hours after my return tacles “1 guess our troubles will be ower |to England, I found myself going Why?" asked Nancy. | soon and Mix-IJp Land will be Apple-|thru the ordinary routine of the Continental traveler, registering my luggage, arranging my smaller be- longings in the seat which had been reserved for me, and strolling back Because if Jack Straw sees you) Pie Land again. That's the very urns his magic ring, the ladder | paper I've been searching for, It rs and then | tells how to get rid of that rogue, Jack Straw.” and will tumble about your e: where will you be?” |the same task. She was studying a ladies’ Journal and looked up at the sound of my voice amazed “You!” she exclaimed. you going?” ry “Where are ar Qrattle | yesterday?’ “In an armed truce,” I pointed out, “the combatants do not usually dis- clone their future plans.” I performed several small offices for her on the journey, for which I could neo that sho was thankful. At | Calais she had no reserved seat in |the crowded train, I did my best to procure one for her, but in vain. I | had no choice but to offer her a place jin my reserved compartment. She | was looking very frogile and tired as |she accepted my offer with a grato- |ful smile and sank into a vacant | seat. She curled up as gracefully as a }cat and went fast asleep, When she opened her eyes, the people were streaming down tho corridor tn an- swer to the first call for dinner, “Have you eaten anything today?” I inquired. “Nothing, and I am ravenous," she admitted frankly. I committed the atrocity of dining at half-past five, Afterward she once more took @ corner seat in my com partment and lit a cigaret. She was @ good deal more like her old self, “Has your husband sent for you?" I asked bluntly, “The parole has expired,” she re- * | Paris,” I answered, “And w-travelers,” she said did you not tell me SSO | * & abel Cleland 4 Page 932 OLD BILL GOES ON AHEAD Spring was coming even in the in thru the kness & Bitter Root Mountains. One right. Everybody up here night they camped in a spot so| knows Bill Rhodes. Ho's sort a’ beautifis that Dick has remember- | visitin’ with his friend cd it 67 years. The day passed. Night and an. When they got to within 14| other morning, night again, and miles of Rhodes Creek, Old Bill | still they stayed, and still the said, “Well, boys, we're gottin'| men drank and made merry with into my country now. I'll go on| their friends ahead and sort o’ prepare the way| Dick fumed and fretted inside for the rest of you. Everybody up| himself, and every little whilo he this way knows Bill Rhodes.” would say to someone, “But After awhile it bogan to get| “NY dont we go on? I started dark, but they pressed on, and Cetin geone. ing for-gold. I Presently, out of the daricness, ®| So, when no one else would find volce hailed them. “Hellot” it sald, | pin, ‘Dick went out after him, and ‘are you the Bill Rhodes party?” | rinse found him quite. “hone” Rutabaga Bill answered, | with whisky, lying out behind a “we're the Bill Rhodes party all| cabin, right, but what we want to know] “Aji right, boyy" ho said, when {s, where's Bill Rhodes?” Dick got him waked up, “all right. “Follow me,” answered the} I tell you what, tell you what I'm volce, “You won't see Bill tonight, | waitin’ for—goin’ to get “tobog- but follow me.” gans, goin’ take all our stuff on They went on thru the dark] toboggans. That's what I'm goin’ woods, Later they saw a light to do, and we'll start today, right twinkling abead, and they came] now, for that prospect hole I told id, “O, he's I continued: “T am not {nto a little group of outbuildings | you about, 560? See, Dick?" out to do the work of Scotland Yard. 4 about a cabln. They put up their| It sounded fine, but with the ||I do not know whore your husband horses and were told that they| older men only about half over may be hiding. My journey to Paris were to sleep there that night. their “spree” and the boys know. has nothing to do with him or his The older men had a folly time|ing nothing about toboggans, ||affatrs. Yet you must understand | of it meeting old pals, and swap-| about once every 16 feet @ tobog. || this: If chance at any time should | j ping stories with new friends, but| gan toppled over, and bagn of || put me upon his track, I should fol- | Dick felt @ little uneasy. He} beans, flour and slabs of bacon J) low it up and hand him over to jue ft wanted to know about Bill! rolled off down the mountain. || tice, Nothing,” I added, looking her 4 Rhodes, side, and had to be found and put || steadily in the eyes, “could alter my Morning, however, brought no news. back on the load, ‘To De Continued determination so far as that is con: cerned,” (Continued Tomorrow) ‘The men who had led them ARKRKER mikeanh, unched in @ restaurant of bygor e 18 . fame, half bourgeois, half Bohemian. Copyright, 19 £. Phillips Oppenhetm - ey _’ Bs. PALty or ‘ She would tell me nothing of her * satis of life or of her abode; yet somehow or oUt I fancied, readiy BEGIN HERE TODAY Greyes Tells His Side between the 1 that life had be MICHAEL SAYERM "boted ertmi I celebrated my return to England something of @ struggle for her 7! “9 Mization by & stroll down | o1.4 asked me deliberately for my ad BIR NORMAN ORETES, ence of 8 F st. on morning after my land Yard, when Sayers’ bea L After two years’ absence, it|dress, but refused me hers. She w elty to me I met a/ang for another invitation, but es and exchanged | shook her head when I proffered it ha pls “3 tries c These etings with you,” she de © it. ulate me re th a e to face ¥ Janet Stan. |@ 4, “stimulate m than I fie an tell you, but they leave behind “Welcome home s Norman | something which I cannot define, I Greyes!" she said. 4 oa think that I will dine with me shooting, the papers|y Sir Norman just yet, at ye continued. “Tell me, wi iki 5 it as interesting as m lian ice She glanced at her watch and hur & EN ae eq |Hied off. [had an idea that she was i ae has ite thrill Ry replied, returning to some dally task. I called NOW GO ON WITH STORY you must remember that I long my talked ‘teed our oF ceased to be a professional hunt>|iw, with some friends, and in due Sayers Is Speaking ‘ : _,|course made my way back to my “For th : ie why you have let MY) pooms. I was restiess and ridic ~ oe - tlously disturbed. Fortunate! was the frank confeaston, t my affair to search Cn eet. areere ail qo: tha, Reweren, Tour Ea petal ae be ‘ought in|, “MF. Rimmington has been waiting sent for according to my instr the mystery of a crime, 1| fF you for some time, al 1 know very Iittle about her inte rey Ae nervy ounced. “He ts true, but I have agents in Le I not ‘ a | ste room b rho keep ell informed as t ave mr" | xa ented baie cay A, . She laughed bitterly friend rose eagerly to w what goes on on your side of the Since he left come me as I entered. I shook hands Chann t t with bh who was known have he to me « The 4 me to bring Lord fampden you, Rimmington ex : hI Is ained, “He came this morning to : ; - ask for your help a fair whick be s rather outside our province. The x him. | thougt t disturbing fash: ef thought that you might be of " ; , " od, this, to ance.” ‘our co-operation ts a certal A terrib * . he replied with a sm “There will | frequent in year’s gar Let me hear about it," I begged be half a million francs for you, and| ments,” sho observed, smiling, “I eee you must be ge hort of mo! was just th! I should ike French polities today,” Lord Furthermore, by a very pleasing co-|a biack-and-white-check tatlored sult. | Hampden explained, “hinge upon the neidence, the brains of other | Would you like to buy me one, Sir| question of France's attitude toward side are © ed by your ancient|Norman? You geally ought to, you|Germany, There is a party—the pa snemy.” know. We made terribly little out /triotic and military party—flerc “The acheme is already commend-|of that bank affair, owing to your| determined to make Germany pay to ed to me," I a od. vertheless, | Mash of inspiration.” the uttermost — farth and to expound tt, “{ admit the Mability,” I replied. | squeeze the last drop of blood out of “E will tell you a curious story,”|"“Which establishment shall her. ‘The opposing party {s all for and there is, without doubt, a plot} “1 break another egg and seo | (To Be Continued) te Be gma a wes final ed | vhiat hsppens,” said Nick. So he| (Copyright, 1923, by Seattle Star) |Chases. There I camo face to face aie dias ah 2 with Janet Stanfield, engaged upon She was frankly | fHE SEAT THE ONE-M BY RUTH AG ] TLE STAR AN WOMAN NES ABE | CHAP. 78—KATE FINDS HER FAITH Kate was sitting on the steps in he sunlight when Justin and D othy returned from the field Dorothy rushed into Kate's out-| stretched arms. Just dropped easily into place beside his daughter. | He took ber hand and w her to speak He knew had much to say to him, so sut Waa the prairie me understanding of his daught Yea, fathe I do» it to talk to} you,” said Kate. then she t Justin of the ecret burden @ little battered trunk he told him of James L am and her decision I'm glad, 4," he sald, when he had ft glad for the irl who ts ¢ your mother,”| sort! The thing she thought of was you, I knew she'd bring you back to and that somehow she'd earn your love again | that your moth happy until the faith you ago city and her Finding a back that His hand was In the # she when y¢ from the Dan's ye the vag Dan's At “Yes fa she said there's “And | ever rea | there, Katie to himself. Yea—Just one Justin stopped who had sett | steps. It was after dinner, were purple along the | his feet on at the Copyright, 1931, by (Continued From Yesterday) Still, I had only | Pence haifpenny, If &@ job perhaps omething In adv |moment I forgot watched the mi who, followed by a croesing the Ci @ turned her | head a little, to see w ner ho was following, then walked a little slow. |er, @ as not to leave him behind | Then she prete: 4 to walt for a bus, while the man stood three yards | off, hesitating, She turned her back; |he came closer, She turned toward him; he moved away. She dropped her little bag; he picked it up. 1 crosed to Swan & Edgar's, Some- how {t felt indiscreet to listen. Yea, this was the way. I'd be a slave two and se I they'd give me Then for a troubles as 1 vers of a woman was ol only now, my 2AN, “We do not be-jagain, yes, but there'd be no more! |lying about love. Then an old man, seeing me standing about, came up |to me and took off his hat. Before he co’ speak I had run across Pic cadilly. I'm no good; I've no cour- age; I'm only a damned lady. It ts significant of my damned ladyhood an tmpulse made me Jump into a taxi and tell the man to drive me to the Mausoleum club. I would ask Lord to suggest I'm a mere woman. 4 crown; injured by a man, another man. Lord Alfred was not at the Mauso leum, but 1 seemed "so di wed that I fly to the porter broke a rule, and informed | me that Lord Alfred's other club was the Gadarene, I walked to the Gadarene, in St. James Street Vd given the taximan my half crown, jand had only three halfpence. After | I had walted a few minutes tn a little |eold room, Lord Alfred come down. |1 nearly kissed him, he looked so kind, An alr of concern overspread t ‘ee, pink features; his yellow mus * drooped more than usual. He was about 45, and looked like a blushing seal. “Well, Little Bear,” he raid, do anything In the world for you. n URSULA TIRENT A Novel by W. L. George. ould get | FATHER ‘D FAITH AGAIN I've MY sun had di appeare t k had come IK teardim even ver the t teh she had € n it she had f a peace, nd alone with it, she (THE END) ight, 1923, by B. A. Bervice) Harper & Brothers stand the depth of my of- I sald {t's no good. I know you're to do the best for me, but I an‘t go back | Ho accepted tha nce. He was aman of the w zh to take to account ey 8 folly V that’s th he rem od. You say you want a job of some rt. You'd better wa on. You'll mak) @ sensation, and after a fow weoka I'll seo if I can got you a few lines to speak. Only, I can't think of anybody who'll take you on just ow, Lockwood's full up, I know, jand Pershore ts running a Shakes- pearlan season. ‘Fraid we'll have to wait a bit” “But I can't. halt-pence,” “That's all right. some money.” "Oh, I can't do that” Ursula Trent of Ciber Court couldn't borrow money from a man. it are you going to do?” iow. Pick up a living, I I've only got three We'll scratch up to do, don’t you think? pounda, when I'll let hundred for nothing.” His beautiful indifference moral question moved ,” 1 said. “I'll take it.” He wrote out and. handed me a check for this vast sum. As I shook hands, I sald, “I beileve you're the only man I know who'd do this for me with- out + well, I mean fust like t He patted my hi Don't talk rot," he remarked. and buy reelf some toothpowder since u've got the toothbrush. ever think of anything now y you have a to the me. “All ye And let me nas you've pur address as ac one, Il Suddenly tt struck mo that to avold the flat was an act of cowardice. I ought to go back and pack. I do not |protend that before coming to this heroic resolution I had not worked jout that I must spend at least 20 ng about in tho wet for a couple | You giris| Cymtlni Some Employers Prefer Style Instead of Brains When Employing Stenographers, Writes One Girl —But Isn't This the Exception Rather Than the Rule? who have position, It is my personal opinion that this may be true in one case out of one hundred, but it is the exception and not the rule. I believe the girl who is neat, refined and capable will win| 1 out most of the time over the butterfly type. should like to have the opinions of employers on this Query on Ac ‘ollowing are some of the comments: Dear Ardeen: I just want to write you and say this: Re-| Dear Miss Grey: In the ml I que tion, too, F fuse to be discours evil actions of men will win. Yes, it is true that the majority of men will “fire a girl be- cause another girl with better clothes cor might as well know this bitter fact now unfair and wicked in their tr lar writer has said, women ma for all that “men cheat women The average man, no matter how old and ugly himself, wants a stenog: dresses like a 16 from a pretty young flappe that would not tolerate in ein this respect. They fine mental little or nothing. ning i» near, and erest, for day HYPATIA. Dear Miss Grey: ished reading the letter about good thes fi the stenographer who ed herself Ardeen, 1 rust say {t seers quite true. I am working in one of the city’s public offices if you could see what fs really going on behind our private doors it would make you! wonder. The wo-called head of our department has an eye for pretty girla. I know of several occasions when we have had positions open and ls were chosen by how they wore 1 have just fin-| really reply, for I felt moisture on my hand. Ho was crying. It was terrible. I'd never seen a man cry. d: “Let me go. Go But I was help- have known it, for suddenly rained his face to me, and, indeed, his eyes were swim. ming, his cheeks were wet. “Don't leave me,” he said. “I was mad. I can't do without you I'll go to the devil If you leave me.” Why did you do it?"l asked, feeb “I couldn't | for Sadie.” “Sorry 7” “well, see, she was the ono who got let down tn that business between Christine and Pawiett. Meer- brook couldn't do anything for her. |Oh, tf only you'd see, I was sorry for her: one gets entangled.” I stared at him. Indeed, I belleve he was telling the truth. It was just because ho wan kind and weak that he'd done this Sadie wanted him, I suppose. Hoe didn't want to hurt jher. He didn’t want to hurt me, | elth er, Tl never see her again.” | No,” I replied, after a moment “T've got no tll feeling against you, Julian, but I've got to go.” He flung both arms round my knees, burying his face against me, and again choked with tears. For a moment I bore it; then—I half de- spise myself as I think of it—I couldn't bear to have him cry, this wenk thing, this dependent, this love- jly, pitiful creature. I half under- stood him. Lord Alfred was right; women can't share themselves, and leven when they are unfaithful they establish a sort of symbolic difference | between two men. But men are dif- | ferent; men are casual He was still crying. I couldn't help jit. I had to put my arms around my ittle boy and comfort him. Yes, he'd done wrong, like a child that does damage. “Don't cry,” I murmured, my cheek against his. “Let's try to forget.” As I spoke I despised my- self for being overcome, Weaknoss, | At last I repea’ away, go aw lens. Ho he help it. I was sorry yo | | “How do you know I want any-| Pounds out of Lord Alfred's check| not strength, can have power over | | thing?” I said, loving him for having | Just on linen and spare boots. Also,| women; the weakness of men calls gucased. | winter was coming and I'd have to|to us. “The tyranny of tears” exerts “You wouldn't wake up an old| buy furs, or at least some sort of | Itself. | bachelor from his slumbers at his| cloak. If only I hadn't bought those| He looked up at mo, smiling thru club just for fun, would you? Ssit|furs! Oh, I won't pretend any more, | his tears, Then, with his wet eyes, down.” I wanted my things badly, and so| he was as beautiful as a Greuze pic- Ho lntened ntly to my story, |now and then nodding, But he said nothing. After a time that annoyed me. “What do you think?” T aald, "Oh, well,” sald Lord Alfred, “you were very fond of him, weren't you?" “Of course, but after what he's done...” “Yea, I know, I know, Still, it’s the first time, Isn't it?” “So far as I know.” So far as matters, then.” “Oh, don't be cynical, Lord Alfred. |T can't bear it today.” “I'm not being cynt my dear,” he said, taking my hand tn hjs, that looked Ike a bunch of pink sausages, “only you must understand that men take these things lightly.” “Lightly!” I sald, in @ tragic tone. “Yos, of course, I don't mean It {en't wrong of him, but we're all a bit like that, Little Bear, You see, you women are so charming and we're so wenk. He'll have forgotten Sadie in a month.” “Do you think I'll forget him tn a month?" “Of course you won't, Just it, Women ma things we think trifles, “I was a trifle to Julian, then?" “No, no, no. Sometimes men really fall in love, but they mako love to women just because, woll, It's polite. It's a habit. My dear child, you're very fond of Quin, Don't throw your happiness away because your pride's offended, Givo him another chance and try to make yourself moro at- tractive than the othe: I was stung. “Do you really mean to say . . . Really, thin 1s too bad." “Twn't thero some truth In that?" yh, well, oven if there were, sha‘n't go back." ‘raid you won't,” said Lord Al- “Since you're beginning to feel and that's a fuss about fred, In the wrong, you're going to got ob- stinate, aren't you?" He smiled. Ho was such a man of the world, But ho |told myself that I ought to face it out. It's years ago, so I'll own, Bo- sides Julian might not be at home, | If he wasn’t {t would be easter, and |I should have been herofe all the | same, since I was prepared to affront him, Julian way at home, Evidently he had been waiting for me, for he was pacing up and down, and in the grate lay the stumps of half a dozen clgi reta, | walked {nto my bedroom. Somehow }I felt lens miserable and less angry |with him, probably because I now |had a good deal to do. Ho did not follow me, so for some minutes I piled my clothes on the bed. I almost forgot him; he no longer existed. ‘Then the door opened and I heard his volce, "Have some tea?” I did not reply, “It hasn't been standing, 1 told Beatrice to be ready to bring it Up as soon as you came In," I turned on him, flaming, “V mako you think I'd come back Ho tried to smile, but he looked like a beuton dog, He was very nervous, and trying to be jaunty, “Oh, come on, Little Bear," he sald, jon’t get shirty.” "Shirty!” I gasped. 1 couldn't help I let loone at him a long catalog of wrongs, I ended up: “I've found you out and {t's no use your saying anything, I’m going, and you'll never see mo again, I never want to sce your face again. Never,” Ho took a step toward me, holding out his hands, "Little Bear,” he murmured, “don't go. Oh, I know I've beon rotten to you, Don't go.” Ho tried to take my hand. Vhat It to ‘way,” I sald, backing. “Don't touch me. Then a horrible thing happened. Ho flung himself upon his knees be- foro me, snatched my hand, Itssed it, murmuring, in a voleo that grew more and moro broken, denials of his conduct, confused explanations, promises of falthfulnoss, 1 couldn't I took no notice of him and} ture. eyes. He kissed me. Ho got up. His smilie grew | more assured. It was over. He | forgiven, and he was forgetting al- | ready. Indeed, {t was almost too easy. As he poured out the tea, he sald: “Pretty strong, isn't it Indeed we women are abject. In| love relations the vanity of men | seems always to increase, while we |grow more humble, Perhaps it {9} because wo'ro less suro of ourselves. | There are so many of us. We aro| indeed the superfluous sex. We talked amlably over tea. I was very shaken, and from time to time threw a side glance at the man who had wept. Could he be the same as this one who laughed? But I wouldn't show {t. I'd forgiven him and I mustn't stop halfway, I must espouse his mood, #0 I laughed more than he did, and even extracted from my memory a funny story he'd not heard before. Ho was very gay. I think he was rather proud of himself because ho had been unfaithful to me and reconquered me all tho same, He was surer of me than before. We talked of some frocks he was plan- ning; of Ninette, who was very wretched, tho she wouldn't confess it, because Roderick Bentham had suddenly reformed and ceased to beat He wiped his her, Sho'd lost her grievance, We mado a lot of conversation about Christine, who went about every- where saying that Pawlott bored her, and that sho was golng back to Miltiades, We talked of everybody but Sadie. After ton, Jullan, as {f to celebrate the reconciliation, telophoned a tho- ator for two stalls and ordered a table at the Carlton. 1 reproved him for his extravangance, yh," ho sald, “that's all right. We've heen doing rather well Intely. “How's that? Surely you ha booked many orders yet? Why half the tho models are in!” (Continued Domorrow) a Grey BY CYNTHIA GREY Clothes do make a difference is the verdict of two girla| showed that boys born im tha written to Ardeen, the stenographer, who was “fired” because another young woman in the office paid more attention to dress than to her work, and thus landed the ang ory anes besa . a letter a@ sing contest carried gea or frightened because of the fickle, in The Star please give us « lines do not pity yourself, persevere and YOU | just what sort of answers are ex pected. Th you atment of women. y apher or other woman employe who looks and | Star for any who are interested. year-old movie ¢ 4 the| &xperience of a man two or three times that age, and he ex- airs’ pects to pay much less than the wages of Again, a man will put up with m pe an older, plain-looking woman. m! a be put in a public office to be made over by a married man, who, every | usually ch a PAGE 21 receive callers y, Wednesday 1 to S Be My and Thursday 12 m. each week. Please not come at other times, as It seriously intere feres with her writing. o o Has the time of relat im to the | Experiments with 868 boys, rai ing from 10 to 18 yeare of ag@@ spring months are in danger of veloping leas intelligence than thom born about October How ant-genel were t United State: 4 ¥ ? ter Liggett, and Robe vert sing | Contest A SUBSCRIBER. . ” = Neatness and originality count 1es along,” and You awarding the prizes. It would’ as later. 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