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Evening journal., 1921-01-13
Stuart p. West

Financial editor Of the New York Globe
and recognized authority on financial
affairs since 1897, has covered every
big event in the world Of finance IN
the last twenty years and is an expert
in analyzing market conditions and the
outlook from week 20 week. Business
men everywhere have come to look upon
Stuart West as a steady, thoughtful,
and accurate analyst of the speculative
and investment market. The weekly
dispatch is comprehensive picture OF
business conditions interesting not mere
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is the young woman who recently few
from New York TO Havana in an air
plane to cover the Cuban elections for
the New York Times She is associate
editor Of Good Housekeeping and has an
,nviable record as a reporter. She was
in the war zone as correspondent. She
covered the peace conference. She was
in Austria when Bella Kun endeavored
to establish soviet rule there. She Gov
cred the international Congress of
Women at Zurich for the Chicago Daily
News and knows how 70 write IN a way
that win interest men as we'll as women.
Evening journal., 1921-01-13
Laurence Perry

One Of the ablest sporting writers in
America and one Of the best posted on
all varieties of professional sport from
prize fighting to baseball. He is a
news .getter. He writes sporting news
in style that is readable and dis
tinctive. lie will write a news dispatch
covering the field Of professional sport
with just the background Of gossip and
personality that will add further pres
tige to The Sunday Stars sporting pages.
Lawrence Perry dispatches are dis
tinctiye because he lives in the at
mosphere of sports all the year around.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-03-11

What can it be, tTen?''
 ''NeHher dog nor cat nor monkey nor any creature that we are familiar with. I have tried to reconstruct it from tIea measurements. Here are four prints where the beast has been standing motionless- You see that it is no less than fifteen inches from fore-foot to hind. Add to that the length of neck and head, and you get a creature not much less than two feet long-probably more if there is any tail. But now observe this other mea surement. The animal has been moving, and we have the length of its stride. In each case it is only about three inches. You have an in dfcation, you see, of a long body with very short legs attached to it. It has not been considerate enough to leave any of it's hair behind it. But
 |; general shape must be what I have indicated, and it can run up a curtain, and it is carnivorous-"
 How do you deduce that?"
 Because it ran up the curtain. A canary's cage was hanging in the win dow, and its aim seems to have been to get at the bird.''
 Then what was the beast?''
 "Ah, if I could give it a name it might go a long way toward solving the case. On the whole, it was prob ably some creature of the weasel and stoat tribe-and yet it is larger than any of these that I have seen.'
 bul W1Idl Ildu IL lO uO W1lH lhS crime ?''
 That, also. is still obscure: But we have learned a good deal you perceive We know that man stood in the the BarcIays-the blinds were up and the room lighted We know, also. that he ran across the lawn entered the room, accompanied by a strange animal, and that he either struck the Colonel or, as is equally possible, that fe11 fright at the sight of him. and cut his head on the corner of the fender Finally, we have the curious fact that the intruder carried away the key with him when he left
 "Your discoveries seem to have left the business more obscure than it was before,' said l.
 Quite so. They undoubtedly show ed that the affair was much deeper than was at first conjectured. l thought the matter over, and I came to the conclusion that must ap- proach the case from another aspect But really, Watson, I am keeping you up, and I might just as we'll tell you all this on our way to Aldershot to- morrow"
 Thank you, you have gone rather too far to stop"
 tIt is quite certain that when Mrs. Barclay left the house at haf-paStl seven she was on good terms with her husband. She was never, as I think I have said. ostenta tiously affection ate, but she was heard by the coach man chatting with the Colonel in a friendly fashion. Now, it was equally certain that, immediately on her re- turn, she had gone to the room in which she was least likely to see her husband, had flown to tea as an agi- tafed woman will. and finally, on his coming in to her, had broken into violent recriminations. Therefore something had occurred between 7:30 and 9 o'clock which had completely altered her feelings toward him. But
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-03-11
MARCH II, 1921.
WHEN A GIRL MARRIES
BY ANN LESLIE.

women has been caddish-or selfish, persisted Tom. I'm different where you're concerned. I'd rather see you happy than be happy myself. That Wistful little smile of yours makes me long to find what you want and give it to you. Yet you won't trust me enough to be even a rriend.''
 I felt he had right to some ex- pelled the truth.
 Perhaps my attitude is selhsh, I said gently You see JiIn's my man. He fills my life. There isn't room broke in Tom eagerly. Why isn't there room for my friendship? I'd rather have, you like me than have any other woman love me You've ness and loyalty can mean. don't want my friendship toto make them any less. I wouldn't trouble even your thoughts for the world. What want is to see you happy.
 ''I am happy I said. Don't you see when you insinuate that Pm not that you're being disloya1 to Jim?"
 Tom flung himself to his feet.
 ''You drive me mad with your Jim, Jim!'' he cried. ''Jim isn't ready enough to let you go about with me. He doesn't share your Puritan scrupIes. Do you think he stops at friendship with a beautiful 
 ''StopI" I cried furiousfy. "I might have known that after all your talk about reverencing me and re- specting what I stand for, you'd do something like this. How can you talk about friendship to Jin's wife when you are so disloya1 to Jim whom you've known all your hfe?"
 Tom Mason laid his hand on my arm. I rose and tried to shake it off, but he caught my shoulders in 8 ruthless grip, and with his eyes burn ing down into mine, he rasped:
 f'I was mad to say a word against Jim. You're blinded in your wor- ship of him. I care for you like that. too-but you're worth it. I want you to be happy. and if he hurts you fin any way, I'll kill him. If you won't let me try to make you happy. I won't let him make the most glor- ious woman in the world misera- ble."
 staggered back in abject terror. There was an insane ring in Tom Mason's voice and his words were mad too As I searched for words with which to calm him, a shriek burst out on the afternoon quiet For a moment Tom Mason stood staring at me.
 Then he turned and rushed down the path to the river.
 Gro Be ConHnued3
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ing to their account, into the most dreadful expression of fear and hor- TOT which a human countenance is capable of assuming. More than one person tainted at the mere sight of him, so terrible was the effect. It was quite certain that he had fore seen his fate, and that it had caused him the utmost horror. This of | course. fitted in well enough with the police theory, if the Colonel could have seen his wife making a murder | ous attack upon him. Nor was the fact of the wound being on the back of the head a fatal objection to this, as he might have turned to avoid the blow. No information could be got from the lady herself, who was tenn porarily insane from an acute attack of brain-feVer.
 From the police I learned that Miss Morrison, who you remember v7en4 cut that evening with Mrs. Bar clay, denied having any knowledge of humor in which her companion had returned.
 Having gathered these facts, Wat son, I smoked several pipes over them, trying to separate those which were crucial from others which were merely incidental There could be no question that the most distinctive and suggestive point i the case was the singular disappearance of the door-key A most careful search had failed to discover it in the room. Therefore it must have been taken from it. But neither the Colonel nor the ColooeIs wife could have taken it. That was perfectly clear. There fore a third person must have enter ed the room. And that third person could only have come in through the window. It seemed to me that a careful examination of the room and the lawn might possibly reveal some traces of this mysterious individual. You know my methods Watson. There was not one of them which did not apply to the inquiry And it ended different ones from those which I had expected There had been a man in the room and he had crossed the lawn coming from the road. I was able to obtain five very clear impres- sions of his foot-narks; one in the roadway itself, at the point where he had climbed the low wall, two on the lawn and two very faint ones upon where he had entered He had ap- parently rushed across the lawn, for his toe-marks were much deeper than his heels. But it was not the man who surprised me. It was his com panion."
 His companion!
 Holmes pulled a large sheet of tis- sue-paper out of his pocket and care fully unfolded it upon his knee.
 what do you make of that?'' he a&sa ed.
 ae paper was covered with the tracines of the foot-marks of some small animal. It had five well-mark- ed footpads, an indication of long nails. and the whole print might be nearly as large as a dessert-spoon.
 ''It's a dog" said I.
 Did you ever hear of a dog run ming up a curtain found distinct so."
 "A monkey. then"
 But it is not the print of a mon key"
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TODAY'S INSTALMENT.

Naturally, the coachman's firs1
 thought, on finding that he could dc
 nothing for his master. was to open the door. But here an unexpected and singular difficulty presented it. self. The key was not in the inner side of the door, nor could he find it anywhere in the room. He went out again, therefore, through the
 window, and having obtained the help of a policeman and of a medical man
 he returned. The lady, against
 whom naturally the strongest sus-
 picion rested, was removed to her rom. ill in state of inSensibllIty, The Coloners body was then placed upon the sofa, and a careful exam ion made of the scene of the trag-
 edy
 he injury from which the unfor- tunate veteran was suffering was suffering was found to be a jagged cut some two inches long at the back part of his head which had evidently been caused by violent blow from a blunt weapon. Nor was it difficult to guess what that weapon may have been. Upon the floor, close to the body, was lying a singular club of hard carved wood with a bone ham dle. The Colonel possessed a varied collection of weapons brought from the different countries in which he had fought. and 1t is conjectured by the police that this club was among his trophies. The servants deny having seen it before, but among the numerous curiosfties in the house it is possible that it may have been overlooked. Nothing else of inn portance was discovered in the room by the police, save the inexplicable fact that neither upon Mrs. Barclay s person nor upon that of the victim nor in any part of the room was the missing key to be found. The door had eventually to be opened by a locksmith from A1dershot.
 That was the state of things, Watson. when upon the Tuesday morning I, at the request of Major Murphy, went down to AlderShot to supplement the efforts of the police. the problem was already one of in terest, but my observations soon made me realize that it was in truth much more extraordinary than would at first sight appear
 Before examining the room I questioned the servants, but only succeeded in eIiciting the facts which I have already stated One bered by Jane Stewart, the house. maid You will remember that on hearing the sound of the quarrel she descended and returned with the sion, when she was alone, she says that the voices of her master and mistress were sunk so low that she could hear hardly anything, and judged by thelr tones Talfer than their words that they had fallen out. On my pressing her, however, she reme embered that she heard the word David uttered twice by the lady. The point is of the utmost importance as guiding us toward the reason of the sudden quarrel. The Colonefs name you remem Der, was James
 There was one thing in the case which had made the deepest impress sion both upon the servants and the police. This was the contortion of the Coloneps face. It had set, accord
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CHAPTER CCNxuI.

'aTk4s is a great old path.'' Tom Mason's voice was reminiscent as he Scuffed his feet in the underbrush and managed to walk along at my side leads from Mason Towers to the old Harrison place. And great old times we had playing Indians and Stage Coach when we were children. Evvy around here, you know
 Where was Virginia ?'' I asked in- nocently.
 Virginia is nearly my age, and she was busy playing young lady and looked on the rest of us as kids But phase me, so I played with Jim and Evvy. There isn't six months be- tween them By love! old Jimmy must be rising 28. And only yester- day we three were kids: You can tell I'm getting old from the way I ram ble along about the past, can't you, Mrs. Jimmie ?''
 I made a laughing rejoinder, but I wasn't thinking of my words. What occupied my mind was that EvVy must be rising 2S,'' too: It made me feel more secure about her friendshi ip with Neal. She wouldn't be taking boy five or six years younger than herself seriously. I wondered if Tom Mason had told me that deliberately to reassure me. That would have
 
 it wasn't disloya1 to Evvy, since Jim also knew.
 By now we had reached the. Harrd- son place, and with a heeting sigh for the joy I might have felt in hav- | ing Jim show me his old home. I wandered over the grounds with Tom Mason. The house is set on a hill overlooking the river, which twists at that point and sweeps down to a waterfall below what had been a mill race. At the rivers edge there is a half-rotting dock and a tumble own boathouse. A path rises above them and cuts it's way through a neglected garden which climbs the hill to the house. The place was a tangle or ruin and decay.
 "I thought there were people living here,'' said idly
 ''Oh, no, the Sturges Construction Company took the place over in pay ment of a debt They meant to put up a summer hotel, and I suppose they will some day. replied Tom. Want to come up to the little vine hung balcony that looks all the way down the river?''
 Since I didn't want to get back in time to intrude on Jim's tete-a-tete climbed up to the little porch on the river side of the old house, and, dusting off a place at the top of the steps, Tom Mason spread his white handkerchief and then with a sweep ing bow offered me the seat he had made.
 As I smiled my thanks, he burst | out:
 "Donna Anna-you smile, but your l eyes are sad. Is there a dragon in your path I can slay?"
 Mary a, dragon What a, nice little boy you must have been," I re- piled, pleased with the kindly chiv- l airy, he had shown me from the min ute Jim shipped us off together SC | nonchalantly-
 I'm a, nice big boy, too, if you q 1 only believe it,'' he retorted. "You've proved it today I repheo | whole -heartedly.
 linen you don't think Pm a cad 7 he burst out, That's haunted me - l your calling me a cad. I care so ter | ribIy what you think I never both cred about what any other woman thought
 I'm sorry had to say that"
 replied uneasily, wondering how | could swing conversation back tt | safer topics
 l .tPerhaps my attitude toward
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certing fashion naginable it might reasonably be supposed that he is booked to go out of commission for a more or less indefinite period If he breaks his neck or disconnectS his Vertebrae, his personal discomfort is even greater, but just an ordinary fracture of both arms, in which the bone from the upper arm sticks out through the wrist and the bone from the forearm jabs up through the shoulder is annoying enough, good ness knowsi
 It was such an accident that befell Charles Hutchison, Pathe's fear-him- not stunt star in Los Angeles not long ago, and it provided him with a long 1ooked-for opportunity to prove the doctrines of the indestructi bility of matter and the conSerVatio of en- ergy. Ever since he was a boy in school, the daredevilish MT. Hutchison has had doubts as to the truth of these two dogmas of physics.
 What happens to a cake of shaw ing soap after it is used up?" he would ask himself, 'and what be- comes of all the energy I expend walk Physics is Cor are) the bunk!"
 But all this was changed that day at the Brunton Studio when the scoff- ing MT. Hutchinson lit on the floor af- ter spending several minutes falling through the air. Those powerful arms that were the delight of Ameri- tions were all crumpled up like an umbrella cover when it isn't working One of them was bent so far out of place that its owner couldn't see it at all.
 ''Mig,osh, Joe,'' Hutch exclaimed.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-03-11
THE CROOKED MAN Part p By A. Conan Doyle

it in. He had a very dark, fearsone face, and a g1eam in his eyes that comes back to me in my dreams. His hair and whiskers were shot with gray, and his face was all crinkled and puckered like a withered apple. Just walk on little way dear" said Mrs Barclay; tI want to have word with this man. There is nothing to be afraid of.'' She tried to speak boldly, but she was still deadly pale and could hardly get her words out for the trembling of her lips
 .'t did as she asked me and they talked together for a. few minutes. Then she came down the street with her eyes blazing, and I saw the criSp- pied wretch standing by the lamp post and shaking his clencced fists in the air as if he were mad with we were at the door here, when she took me by the hand and begged me to tell no one what had happened.
 It's an old acquaintance of world,'' said she. When I promised her I would say nothing she kissed me. and 1 have never seen her since have told you now the whole truth, is because I did not realize then the danger in which my dear frTezs4 stood. I know that it can only ae to her advantage that everything should
 
 ''There was her statement, Watson and to me, as you can imagine, it was like light on a dark night. Every thing which had been disconnected be- fore began at once to assume it's true place, and I had a shadowy present ment of the whole sequence of events. My next step obviously was to find the man who had produced such such a remarkable impression upon Aldershot it should not be very difficult matter. There are not such a very great number of civilians, and a deformed man was sure to have att tracted attention. I spent day in the search, and by evening-this very evening, Watson-I had run him down. The mans name is Henry Wood, and he lives in lodgings in this same street in which the ladies rY't hlm. He has only been five dayf n the place. In the character of a registra tion-agent I had a most inter esting gossip with his 1and1ady. The man is by trade conjurer and per- former, going round the canteens af- ter nig1ltfa1 and giving little en- tertainment at each. He carries some creature about with him in that <box. about which the landlady seeY to be in considerable trepidation, for sle had never seen an animal like it. He uses it in some of his tricks accord ing to her account. So much the woman was able to tell me, and also LnaL u was a WOnueT aiie ii1eA hnSu, seeing how twisted he was. and that he spoke in a strange tongue some times and that for the last two nights she had heard him grooming and weeping in his bedroom. He was all right as far as money went, but in bis deposit he had given her what looked like bad horin- She show ed it to me, Watson. and it was an Indian rupee"
 Tomorrow,The Crooked Man fCon-
 tinued).
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I I've pushed the alarmed thing clear 1 through the floor."
 But he hadn't; he had just broken | it in two places. The other arm had been similarly dealt with, but was still visible.
 We'll, long weeks of 'recuperation followed, during which MT. Hutchison pondered much on the Transitory na- ture of things in general His doc tors told him it would be months be- fore he could use a scoffer. He be- gan a system of exercises that would have looked funny to an athlete, and he kept them up religiously. It was week before the motion was more than noticeable, but he got them into working order. Then he did the same thing with his wrists. The el- bows followed, and then the shoul ders. In a remarkably short space of time, "HuIch'' had both arms be- having in a reasonable manner, and then he gave his attending physicians heart failure by announcing that he was going to resume his customary gymnasium work the next morning. -
 But you can't" they declared, tearing their hair. You're four months ahead of your recovery right nowI''
 Hutch wasn't at all sure that he couldn't, so he did He had proved to himself shat matter is indestructi- ble, and he felt better In a couple of weeks his left arm was doing business at the old stand, and the right arm was getting fairly well, except for the fact that the torn mus c1es and fragments had caused it to bend at the elbow. To remedy this, the doctors gave him a nice little five pound pig of lead, all wrapped up in paper, and made him carry it by a strap handle wherever he went. This nearly got him into trouble with the financiers of Los Angeles.
 On his frequent visits to the bank, Hutch was always spotted by the guards. He never appeared without that suspicious looking parcel in his right hand. He held onto it as if it were worth a million dollars. What with all the crime waves and things it looked bad and they didn't like it. One day he laid it down on the coun- ter while talking to a teller. That was the chance of the bank sleuths. One of them grabbed it and hurried away. He went out in the back all ley and very carefully unwrapped it. Of course, he didn't find the bomb he expected to find, but the pig of lead gave him the impression that the young man he had been spottfng was carrying a blacki jack. So he went back into the bank requested Hutch to step into the Presidents office. mystery of the parcel was explained to the complete satisfaction of all concerned.
 Now ttHutch'' is back in New York with pair of arms that are as good as new. He is all ready to start right in the stunting where he left off, and he is immeasurably relieved to know that what he learned in school is true after all.