The Seattle Star Newspaper, March 20, 1923, Page 11

SDAY, MARCH 20, 1998. The Winds ) of Death | BY E, PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM Copyright, 1922, by B. Phillips Oppenheim Arrgt. N. EB. A. Servioa, Ino. BEGIN HERE TODAY Vendetta begin between MICHAEL SAYERS, noted ertmiaal, nd . WIR NORMAN GRETER, ence of Bout land Yard, when Sayers beautiful housemaid, JANRT, saves him from Sir Norman by dead an officer sent to arrest Sayers’ 1 bis jountry house the police ap- ine Peal to Rim to help run te earth « te| forced me into a fight at close quar- ta @ nursing home. NOW GO oN WITH STORY Janet Continues Bhe closed the door, and I ad- vanced toward the bedside, only to step back with a little exclamation, I thought that there must be some mistake, The man who sat up in bed, watching me, seemed at first sight a stranger, His hair, which bad been dark, was now of a sandy ray, and he wore a short, stubby | Mustache ef the same color. cheeks bad fallen in; aeemed more prominen an unfamiliar scar on thi bis face. “Michael!™ His his forehead there was left side of I exclaimed tncredu- tousty. “Capital!” he replied. “You see no Tesemblance to Mr. James Stanfield?” “Not the slightest,” I assured him. “The whole thing is wonderful. But ‘what is the matter with yout" “Nothing,” was the impatient re- Joinder, “I have had to starve my- self to get thin. I took the place and the name of a business acquaintance ‘wpon the boat. It was quite a amart plece of work. I am supposed to be suffering from a nervous breakdown. Bosh! I haven't a nerve in my body.” “You left me alone for a long time,” I reminded btm. 1 was fighting for my life,” he an- gwered grimly. “You don't know the DVENTURES OF Ee THE ELEPHANT On it was a sign which said, “The Home of the Knick Knacks.” ‘The Twins walked on toward the Cut-Out Lady’s house. They passed Milk Shake and Raspberry Pop Pond and presently came to a cracker box shaped like a "asked Nancy sharply. replied the elephant: “It’ ate it.” SECOND RACE “No, but I know a horse, and ff you'll let moe have three weeks and let me do it my way, I'll train this horse and we'll get that mare and beat her yet. Sure we will. Tell you what I'll do, ID train her and I'll go you 60-50 on the bet. “You see, you forgot he was a mite stubborn. Now I'm going to take ‘im out and run ‘im back to- ward the stable, see?’ “*AN right! I agreed. ‘I'll go tee it Ed's willing to race again.’ ” “ ‘Hello, Al,’ Ed called out when he saw me coming. ‘Want to bet me some good cattle and a horse or two that you've got a horse can beat Two Canyon Mald, do “you? and he roared out a ble laugh and clapped me on the back. “I oughtn't to have let you do it, Al’ he went on, ‘I really oughtn’t; tt was @ shame, I knew well enough you didn’t have any- thing in her class.’ “That's all right, Ed,’ 1 said, ‘that's all right, You won the race fair and square and you've got a horse to be proud of. But so have I. "Yon, wo have t, And I've come down to ask you to double that bet and race ‘em again’ ‘Are you plurml, raving crazy, AI? Kd asked. ‘Are you stark starin’ mad? Didn't you seo Two Canyon Maid walk off and wave tom * inner workings of the game, so I can't explain, I was heinmed in. As soon as I broke away, they were ever on to me again. I brought off ‘the coup of my life in New York, but ~—tifings went wrong, Janet. You know what*that meana” “You killed someone?” I whispered. “I had no intention of doing any- thing of the sort,” he answered. “It was Hartley, the banker, himaelf. He tera We exchanged rhota I was wounded. So was ha He was tn mis- erable health, tho, and he never re covered. The shock killed him a much as anything, I got away all) right, but it means all or nothing for) the future.” “It you have enough,” I suggested, “why not try the other end of the world?” “I have thought of everywhere,” he Answered, “of Indo-China, the South | Sea islands, New Guinea, the far| South American states. They are all hopeless.” ‘The eyes follow, There ts/ safety only under the shadow of the arm.” “What about our asked. “I am known.” “Tt ts a problem to be solved,” he said slowly. “There ts risk in It; yet| the thought of parting with you, Janet, is like a clutching hand laid upon my heart.” Tt was the first word of the sort he | had ever spoken to me, and again for| fome riason I shivered. “What is your need of me now? I demanded. “To get rid of Norman Greyes,” he replied. There was a silence during which I felt that he was studying my face. and altho I do not believe that a muscle twitched or that my eyes lost | thetr dy Mght, still, T was thank- ful for the darkened room, “I have figured It all out,” he went on. “Tam safe here, safo except! meeting?” | from that one man. Even as I am/ Row, he would recognize me. Ey The INS hasn't got your crumb. He ate It.” “Tell him I'll trade turns with him,” whispered the elephant. “He says he'll trade turns with you,” repeated Nancy. “Well, I don’t like to trade turns,” said the poodle. “Somebody's 8l-| asked. ‘ways trading turns with me, and I never get a bite. We eat the crumbs in the bottom of the box, the crumbs that break off our ears and tails and Paws and stick-out places. And it ‘was my turn to eat the next crumb, I was just about to get it when Mr, Elephant reached down with his long trunk and gobbled it up.” “Oh, ohf" cried the elephant sud. denly. “I’ve lost my tail. ‘It's fallen oft while I was running.” “1'll go and find it,” said the poodle-dog in a more friendly voice. “And if I find it I'm gotng to eat it. Then we'll be even.” “You're welcome, I'm mure,” sald the elephant. “I don't care, just so I don’t lose my trunk.” And off they went together, (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1923, by Seattle Star) your horse? Can't you see you're Just throwing your money away?’ “well? I sald grinning, -‘T guess it's my money. Will you bet or won't you? “Why, why! he sort of hesl- tated, ‘it don’t seem right. Al, it's foolish; of course, I'll bet you If you want to, but do you want to go broke? Is that what you're after?” ‘Much obliged for the advie I waid, ‘but if you aro ready, wo'll say the race takes place on’ Wed- nesday, next week. “When Wednesday came, Pete wan and sure share of the winnings, “You haven't seen ‘Two Can- reminded him, ‘Tet- you have a look at efore you begin to crow. Well, when they brought tn the maro, you should have seen old Pete.’ He just sort of ahriv= eled up. He got mo by the sleove and pulled me around behind, the barn and he looked like he was about to ery, “Way, Al’ ho said, ‘any, boy! Now you know Tm # poor man, Now, Al, now you know ‘that horse is yours, Ho really, ain't my horao at all. Now you're a lot younger than 1 arm, off on the 60-50 business, that and — and — and ehargo wm a old his yon Mi 1 ter wast ‘till hor by oO not ent for the train- in’, 30? ‘AN right,’ 1 anid, 4t you foot that way about It, Sure, Tl take the whole bet. You neither win nor lone.’ “We hurtled back, the slenal given and they were off, Pith the moure-colored ong neck nd neck w’ wo Canyon (Lo Be Continued) | with something new in life, You sug | England missed him with a rifle at a [filled with white powder, on the top coming book to an analysis of her j with cold |ment to speak to some acquaint- moment I move, and there are big | things to be done here, I shail fool him on my trail. It te bis life or mine” "Why do you think that I can do thle" I asked. “Because, altho he dots not know it, Norman Greyes fools your attrac- tion. He is too strong a man to suc- cumb, but he can never realist dally- ing with it, because it provides him gest to him @ sensation which he ob- tains nowhere else, 1 know men like & book, Janet, and I have seen these things.” “Do you kuow women, too? I tured, “Suffictently,” he answered. “How do you propose that 1 should do thin? T asked. “Norman Greyes” he said, “ls one of those men whom It ts hard to kill, A fool walks to his death. Norman Greyes wears tho aura of defiance. They have tried during the lant few weeks, One of the first markamen in hundred yards, He ts a reckless mo- torist; yet he drove « car with safety when the steering-wheel collapsed. Nevertheless, if he had stayed tn Devonahire, we should have had him, ‘They tell me that he is in London.” “He ts within a few yards of this spot,” T announced, “and I am dining with him tonight.” For a moment his eyes flashed at me like steel caught in the sunligtft “1 met him at the corner of the street this morning,” I explained. 1 ask no question,” was the cold reply, “I shall know if you are ever! faithlens, A little present for you, Janet.” He brought his hand from under| the pillow and handed me an exquis- | itely chased gold box, a curio of| strange shape and with small enamel | figures tnlaid. I exclaimed with de- light. He touched the spring. It was of which reposed @ tiny powder-puff. “Be careful not to let any of the powder get near your mouth,” he en joined. “A pinch upon the food or in the glass is sufficient. Take it.” T dropped tt Into the silk bag T was carrying. I was trying to tell my- self that T had killed a man before, “That half-ounce cost me one hun- dred pounds,” he said. “Men scour the world for it. You can handle the powder freely, There ts no danger until {t gets Into the system.” “And then?” “It makes a helpless invalid of the strongest for at least two years.” Norman Grevyes Continues: T have come to the conclusion that in future I shall do well to avoid Janet Stanfield. As the cold, me- chanical assistant of @ master of crime, she interested me I have even devoted a chapter of my forth- character. I am beginning to realize now, however, that even the hardest and cruelest Woman cannot escape from the tendencies of her sex. In} all the duels I have previously had with her, she had carried herself and decorous assurance ‘There has never been a moment when I have seen the light of any real feeling in her eyes Last night, howe’ different woman dined with mo, She was more beautiful than I had ever tmagined her, by | reason of the’ alight Mush that came | and went in her cheeka Her eyes seemed to have increased in alze and to flash with « softer brilliance, We sat at a corner table against the wall at Soto's, where the room waa, as usual, filled with beautiful wom- en. There was no one who attracted #0 much attention ax my companion. ‘There was no one who deserved It. “You think I ai looking well?” she asked) in reply toysome observation of mine. “Wonderfully,” I replied. “Also, tf I may be allowed to comment upon it, changed. You look aa tho you had found some new Interest in lift She laughed a little bitterly, “Where should I sock Itt" she “Perhaps the change {x internal,” I suggested. “Perhaps your outlook upon life is changing. Perhaps you haye made up your mind to put away the false gods.” “I have traveled too far along one road,” she answered -hardly. It was at this stage in our conver- sation that I made up my mind that it were better for me to see this wom- an no more. Our eyes met, and ahe middenly was not hard at all. I seemed to look into her soul, and there were things there which I could not understand. I was thankful that the dancing began Just then. It helped us over a curious ‘gulf-of sf- lence. Janet danced with litth knowledge of the steps, but with a wonderful sense of rhythm. I was ashamed of the pleasure {t gave me to realize, as we moved away to the music, that this woman of steel had a very soft and human bedy. Janet was certainry in a strange and nervous state that evening. We danced for some time without resting, Then sho suddenly turned back to the table. T had paused for a mo- ances, When I rejotned her, she was pala, and the hand which wan hold- ing her little gold powder-box was shaking, : “Has anythitg happened?” I asked her, @ little concerned. “. "I loved {t," she interrupted. am quité well.” ‘Yet she ant there, tense and speech~ leas, I made up my mind to finish my coffee and go. 1 raised the cup to my lips, ever, when she muddenly swayed across the table, knocking my arm with her elbow. My coffes was #pilied, and the tablecloth was ruined. Janet began to laugh, For a moment she seemed to heve a fit of breathlessness. ‘Then, as she watched the cloth being changed, she became herself again. She had the air of one who had met a crisis and wonquered St. “Tam sorry for my clumsiness,” who. said penitently, ‘Let us dance again while they rearrange tho t: ble.” This time her feet moved leas alr- ily to the music, She seemed heavier in my arms, “Who gave you that beautiful gold powder-box?” I inquired, more for the make of making conversation than from any actual curiosity, “Satan,” she acknowledged. “T have made up my mind, however, to send It back,” hy! “Moxes of Gold,” neventh story of thin remarkable series, will be- gin In our next insue, none ne lenconcneneuen just to be sure! ask for luh Pimento Cheese none euoucnenenes: | his hands, THE A TTLE STAR Cynthia Grey: Mother Worried About Son, 19, Who Has Come Under Influence of Married Woman a Number of Years His Senior—How May She Regain Her Influence? My Dear Miss Grey We live in a small mill town; have been here for a number of years, In our neighborhood is a young man who was born here 19 “|years age, His father has been dead for several years and he lives with his mother, who has done everything possible to raise him honorably and give him a pleasant home. In this she felt she had succeeded wh | about eight months ago by aw hen her influence was usurped oman years his senior, who has two beautiful little girls going to school and whose husband apparently role : doesn’t object to her action as he plays the same with another man’s wife in this.sametown. This woman also is the mother of a lovely little girl. iss Gray, can you devise any relief for this situation, as the boy’s mother suffers as only a true mother naturally does in such a case, Please print this, and oblige, Yours very sincerely, This friendship OLD FRIEND. hich has sprung up between the woman you deseribe and the young man may be perfectly honorable and legitimate, thould make v; steps, Such a thing would be possible. His mother ery sure as to this before she takes any further Sometimes an older man will have an influence over a young chap when his mother o: ily has such a frie nd, it would Perhaps, too, the r sister has failed. If the fam- be wise to place the matter in mother may diplomatically en- list the services of the young folks in her neighborhood to draw her son away from this home. If she is in a position to do 80, she should plan littue parties ‘at home, inviting young boy and giri acquaintances. Pay it How can I secure’ weedlona lawn Without spending so much time in digging up dandelions weed? The agricultural experiment ata- tion of the Rhode Island State col- lege has maintained ¢ weedlaca lawn for 15 years by making the soil sour and then planting grasses which thrive im auch soil. They claim that the weedler the lawn, the Weller the soil ta to de alkaline. This can be made acid by treating ih with equal Parts of ammonium sulphate, acid phosphate and muriate of potash, ap- piled at the rate of three ounces to the square foot, or about 754 pounds to the acre. Rhode IMand bent, creeping bent, weluct bent red-top and Italian rye-grase are mended for mch lawns. garden plants, however, grow well on Which 1» the largest Spanish. speaking city in the world? Buenos Aires, Argentina, see How many railroads enter Chicago, and Is ft the largest railroad center in the world? Thirty-three Unes enter Chicago, making it the world’s largest railroad center. . What fa the addreas of Tom Mix? It ts 5841 Carlton Way, Hollywood, and dock | Mins Grey will recetve callers in her office Monday, Wednesday and Wriday, from 1 to 2.p, m. and on Tuesday and Thursday from 11 @ m. to 12 m each week. Please do not come at other times, as it seriously inter- feres with her writing, Which ts the tallest strutture in the world? The Eiffel tower, Parts, which ts 984 feet high, Who are the men who have swum |the English channel? What were their times? How old were they? Only two persona have ever bean successful in sctmmming the English |channel—Capt. Matthew Webb, on August 25, 1876, and William 7, Bur- |oess,\in 1911, Webb made it in 21 hours and 45 minutes, and Burgess in £2 hours and 35 minutes. Webb! tear 24 years old and Burgess nearly twice that age, In gambling permitted In any of ithe states? ‘0, gambling ts prohibited in all of the states. What does sabotage mean? The current meaning of sabotage ts, “matictous injury done by an em- ploye to the industrial catadiishment or plant of his employer.” URSULA TRENT A Novel by W. L. George. Copyright, 1921, by (Continued From Yesterday) As he remarked half to himself, “Poor old Satterthwaite! He's ab- surd,” It suddenly struck me that I'd blurted out this proposal to @ man who was supposed to think me mar- red “to Julian. 1, always on my guard, had done this! What could he be thinking? I'd given myself away, and I didn't dare to Inquire what he thought. My immediate im- Dulse was to drop the subject, and to ask. him, as we ate the deceptive postwar chocolates, which are all ard nougat Inside and only filmed ith sweet softness, to explain how he was extending the picture house; how an ordinary dwelling could be worked in? He took”my bait, and for a while the conversation stayed safe. Alec Brough extended his xirders, unperpinned the bane ment, and Inserted concrete floors, But he must have realized that he was being played, for he, too, bolted from his subject, and sald: “I mustn't talk shop, How ts it you came to consider marrying Sat- terthwaite?” Oh dear, oh dear, he'd got It al. Well, I must face It “I don't know.” “How do you mean, you don't know? He wouldn't have proposed to you if he didn’t think he could marry you.” Shame and misery were too much for me. I was being exposed; we sea anemones of the home counties, we hate being exposed. We get under stones before the tide goes down. I wanted to tell him to mind his own business, and instead I began to cry. He let me atone, but suddenly It oc- curred to me that he must be getting used to seeing me cry. So I stopped and smiled molstly, Then he leaned across to me, so near that I could seo the various colors in his eyes, He looked strong and protective— more like a rock than a sea anemone, “Don't ery . . . Ursula, T let you cry the other time because ft did you ood, Today you're only belng self indulgent.” “Perhaps I am.” “Then you've had enough do- bauchery for one day, don't you think? Why not be open to me? Don't you like me?” “I suppose.t do.” “Woll, then! ‘Tell mo what's the matter, Supposing I understand, won't It be better for you to tell me yoursolf?”" I did not reply. Ho wan subtle, In away, If I told him, then I need not know that the talk of the town had carried my affairs to his ears. So, in a fow hurried words, feeling red and hot about the ears, I told him that I was living with Jullan, that T wasn't happy, that I wanted to leave him, and must find something to do. He meant to be kind, but he was brutal, as men are, Just out of clumsiness. “What use are you? Womon aren't educated. Can you draw?" “Pity, Bo you can’t be a drafts man in my office, What about atage? What can you do? Danco?’ “Only the unuial sort.” “No good. Sing?” “Acted n bit?" "You, in private didn't do very well.” “Woll, what can you do, then?" “1 ” No, 1 wasn't going to toll theatricals, 1 Harper @ Brothers, him I'd been a manteurist. hurse during the war.” “There are 40,000 of you looking for jobs.” “I can do typing and shorthand,” 1 said, aggressively. “That's better. How since you did any?” “Two years.” “You must be pretty rotten by now. But you might pick it up again.” He humiliated me horribly. He was maklig clear what I knew al- ready, that a woman can scratch up & living but not ™ future, and that the only Job she ts really fit for in to be a man's keop, legal or illegal, Permanent or temporary. Bitill, he meant to \be kind. After a while we went out, and, as we happened to turn to the left, I followed him up Charing Cross Road, and thru filthy lttle streets off Tottenham Court Road, where they sold fron, oranges, and blue foreign meat; until finally we reached the broad spaces of Re- gent's Park. They weren't really broad spaces, for by now it was hait Past ix and the gates word closed. So we walked found and round the Inner Cirele, not a romantic prome- nade, Ho talked of a good many things and we came to some sort of intimacy. I understood him better now, He was entirely devoted to his work, and wanted to create a new architectural style. He had spoken of this at Walmer, and now told me his Ideas all over again, which showed how persistent they were, He seemed tp think that the pursult of art was an affair so exacting that it left little time for enything else. And architecture was an art. IT came upon some secret irritations. “I know what you think,” hoe sald, gruffly. “You're like the rest. You think we architects, we're a lot of builders, Putting a brick on the top of another, and a bit of slate on the top, and there's a house. You think We need no ideas, no sense of benuty, that we Just make your beastly do mitorfes, and tho beastly town halls “Iwasa Jong is it | quiet | trig J of it tneo where your rate collectors live.” He stopped, for tho first timo since I knew him, made a gesture toward Bedford college that I thought unof- fending. “That! TI hope it'll burn down, It would be lovely to see the houses of parliament and their bas- tard 19th century Gothle In flames, and to seo the flames trickling all over the Elizabethan villas of the suburbs, and Mr, Willett's Georgo TV erections, built Inst weok. I wish tho Hghtning ‘4 come down and destroy every building, ploture, pleco of sculpture, toby jum, that was mado before tho war. If I were king, whenover an artist dled, T'd have his work burned in Trafalgar Square. ‘The dead are atifiing the Hving. Paintors, architects, all of us, we're poisoned by tho stinking tumos thet] come out of the corpses of Raphael and Rembrandt. I'd like to empty the tripe shop of art of all tho tripe that ts called Romney, and Constable, and Whistler, and Turner, and all that bilge.” “surely you don’t calf Turner bilo! "No, of course T don't. What 1 mean is that a9 long as the public 0 On crawling before tho old arta, #0 long will we have no chance. for the arts of today, In Botticellt's timo Pooplo didn’t swarm over Closbue and, of the typewriter disturbed the old quantity surveyor. He stayed and talked with me for half an hour, I was less shy now, Also | and told him more clearly the causes was stirred by the fact tha for the|of my troubles. He listened to the first Ume he had made » speech to|end while I hinted at Julian's infi me, A woman would b « that | delities, but he was tactful enough to speech long aco. aly he|say nothing against him. Indeed he dropped the citement | half pleaded for him. subsided. “ satd, “ I went on like this to the end of been thinking. It seem to ne the | Loo! 1 6 mo ~ to teat thing you can do ts to de some) May. _% togh nearty'4 ha shanty) a typing to gt yeu Into it agvin. I've | 40 40,000 words. 3 was bad, and t written a book.” He gulped *1| M8. was worse. Also Alee Brough don't mean that. I've just slapped | {00k to reading the transcrited stuff, ng to| #84 to altering it for retyping tn nglish Architecture; | ¥Nat looked like cipher. As & result I'm thinking of giving|¥® "@W more of each other, for he it @ preface entitied ‘About Damn) had to read me the parts I couldn't | Fools and Others, (If There Are|™ake out. Sometimes he couldn’t do . [it himself, and, new that time has| mi Any.)’ Perhaps they won't print the , ands. }that the memory of things he said | Preface, but would you like to type| Passed, I will confess that the 7 dayn went o "yo » un-| me up in my mind when T ‘a the stuff?’ lays went on—mark' you, quite un y was 4 love to, but I haven't got «| °Mslously—I strugsied rather Tens | away from the tice, that sometimes machine. 1 suppose I could get the |‘? read his writing. Sometimes he| 1 went to sleep thinking of him, Wome : had to bend over the machine to put! dering what he . one: | ‘ was doing. The trois. forry,|!9¢ Might, and once, as T moved, my id Rowadays it's he bO-pound | Mair touched his heck, I moved Ete amy ero with Jutta look, But there's a machine in my |*¥4Y Just quickly enough to see that had, I think, something to do with it office, Beyond the fact that the ten, |%# had grown pale, Oh, it's the eter-| We were not quarreling, but we sion’s out of order, und that the| Ml office comedy, 1 know, vulaarized | turning into strangers, and beld ten | ratchet is so worn that the roller|»¥ the picture postcard, but it can b6 | gether only by our interests. He pall: € Before those weeks y ” slips a tine when ft fancies, it Ian’t|"e4! all the same. |my way; I was a decoration and a) bad. @upposs lend It you.” | were over I was becoming sure of | center for him; we had been loverm | I remained thoughtful, Certainly |? thingy—that he mattered to me, |and now we might as well have Beem this was the thing to do, to practice and tha I mattered ber! bien. How married. No, J don't mean that, for 7 a little, And I could go back to ser- noah? Te what way? That } an'tinow. . . tat things are so tangl mons and lectures to get up my | know. + now aly that T was bape} (Continued Tomorrow) ; . ler than I'd been for a long time, bot uy shorthand. But how would Julian |? : ss a6 ~ take my typing? One couldn't hide @ typewriter in one's dressing case. | Also the ubject matter would imme- diately bring up his memories of Alec Broug It Is significant of my state | of mind that, without analyzing too much, I didn't want Julian to talk of Mr. Brough. “No,” I said, “I don’t think that would quite do, You see, at Dover Street I've got so little room.” I didn’t mean that, Come and do the stuff at my office, Nice and There's only the drafteman and a decayed person who failed as & quantity surveyor, but he’s handy, And the office boy.” The idea of going to bis office was | pleasing. So business-like, “All right.” I sald. “Mornings would be beat . “Whenever you Ike, hurry, Giotto, Nowadays you call no man an artist until Ms tx dead. You make me sick.” 1 comforted him. 1 didn't ike to| think he hadn't got « future. Fillet of Flounder with Tomato Fold the fillets like turn overs. Pour half scan of | tomatoes into bek- Correct Apparel for Women An Extraordinary Offer of BLOUSES Specially Priced Say Ben:Gay for Aches and Pain T'm not fn a since the book won't be pub- lished at all There's about 60,000 words of {t, I should say. Some of {t on old envelopes; the best part on bits of newspaper, Just tdeas, you know. You may be able to read pome of it I want three copies. I'll give you. . . one and ninepence @ thou- nand.” “Oh, that's too much, Agencies “Nonsense! Besides, you'll supply your own paper and carbons." Wel made terms I did not allow myself to be pleased with anything except with the idea that I would earn five or sx pounds while I recovered my old craft. A Group of Blouses, part a@ special pur. chase, and part reduced from much _ higher prices, which includes models in Crepe de Chine, ‘Canton Crepe, Novelty Silks and Im- ported Woiles, Iv It took m@ rather a long time to transcribe Mr. Brough's M&S. It was ful stuff. Not only was some it with rage, not only) did it abound with savage references to Bir Willlam Richmond, with lengthy assaults on Prof, Lethaby,| but there were incomprehensible pas- sages about Aston Webbs and let them grow between their fingers. 1 never did more than 2,000 words in a morning. T had rather nervousty anticipated that Mr, Brough would be a good deal in the office, It would be nice. It would be rather exciting. But, no; during the first week he came tn ones, asked mo how I was getting on, walked out after telling mo to| count up the words at the end of} the week and leave a note on his| desk. I did this, and on the Tuenday | found in an envelope a postal order for 17 and 6, Next day, however, I was shifted {nto a small room which contained many rolls of paper and plans and great masses of dirt. Alec Brough came in and told me that I'd been shifted out because the nolse In overblouse and tailored styles, tn plain colors em- broidered and bead~ ed or in all-over printed patterns, French Baume The excellent qualities and, wide variety of styfes and colors make this an interesting offer at $5.00. First Gallery Second Ave. at Spring Street Hello, Im glad to have met you My aics 2 Certain to get you Im a flavory fellow Delightfully mellow The licorice kiddo, you bet you! American Chicle Co. presents the Flavory 4 in “Quality Gums” Featuring BLACK JACK The Licorice Marvel * Supported by * © «6 «© « The Peppermint Prodigy «+ «'« « The Wintergreen Wonder California Fruit. . . . . The Tutti-frutti Triumph