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Lady Ireton shuddered and raised
her hands to her face. "It is retri-
bution," she whispered. Il have
brought this on myself. But he
does not deserve''-- Her voice
faded into silence.
"You refer to your husband, Lord
lreton?" said Harley.
Lady Ireton nodded and, again
recovering power Of speech: "It was
to have been our last meeting" she
said, looking up at Harley. She
shuddered, and her eyes blazed into
sudden fierceness. Then, clenching
her hands, she looked aside. "Oh,
the shame of this hour!" she whis-
pered.
And ] would have given much to
e been spared the spectacle
Paul Harley was scientifically re-
morseless. I could detect no pity in
A'Ao 6istllSC.
81 would give my life willingly
to spare my husband the knowledge
Of what has happened" said Lady
Ireton in low, monotonous voice.
Three times I sent my maid to
Meyer to recover my bag, but he
demanded price which even / could
not pay. Now it is all discovered,
and Harry will know"
"That, i fear, is unavoidable, Lady
1reton," declared Harley. May I
ask where Lord Ireton is at pres
ent?"
"He is in Africa after big game"
"H'm," said Harley, ain Africa,
and after big game? can offer you
ono consolation, Lady 1reton. In his
New-York tribune., 1921-01-23
The Professional Eve

Miss Maddern (glancing with a
practiced eye around the audito-
RUM What a house. If one could
only get this many people into the
theater! What is it about it?
Mrs. Stanton-That is exactly
what l want to know! What is there
about it that so many people are
willing to pay so much money to
see 1T?
Miss Maddern-Not people-just
men.
Mrs. Stanton-Well?
Miss Maddern-Well, men are sort
of children, don't you think?
Mrs. Stanton-I suppose they are
children who are bossy and who
have money, and no sense about how
to spend it.
Miss Maddern-We help them.
don't you think?
Mrs. Stanton-Just imagine any
woman paying $25 for seat to any
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own interests Meyer will stick to his
first assertion that Mr.. De Lana
was dining alone"
A strange, horribly pathetic look
came into the woman's haunted
eyes. "You-you-are not acting
for" she began.
81 am acting for no one" replied
Harley tersely. upon my friends
discretion you may rely as upon my
own." i.
"Then why should he ever know?"
she whispered.
"Why, indeed" murrnured Harley.
"since he is in Africa?"
As WE descended the stair to the
= hall, my friend paused and
pointed to life-sized Oil painting
by London's most fashionable por-
trait painter. It was that of man
in the uniform Of a Guards officer.
dark man, slightly gray at the
temples, his face very tanned as II
by exposure to the sun.
Having had no occasion for dis
guise when the portrait was paint
ed" said Harley. Lord Ireton sp-
pears here without the beard; and
as he is not represented smiling one
cannot see the gold TOOTH"
"But, Harley-it was murder
"Nct within the meaning Of the
law, Knox. Lord Ireton is officially
in Africa--and he went actually
after big game The counsel is NOT
born who could secure a conviction.
We are somewhat late, but shall
have less difficulty IN finding . table
at princes'."
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through, although the file marks had
been carefully concealed with rust
and dirt, and the other end had
been wrenched out from it's socket
and then replaced in such way
that any one leaning upon the bar
could not fail to be precipitated into
the street,"
Good heavens! Then you
mean"-
II mean, Knox, that the man who
occupied the supper room on the
night before the tra;sedy-the dark
man, tanned and bearded-spent his
time in filing through that bar-in
short, in preparing a death trap"
/ was almost dumfounded. "But,
Harley" said, assuming that he
knew his victim would be the next
occupant Of the room, how could he
know?"-
| stopped. Suddenly, as if a cur
tain had been raised, the details of
what now perceived to be fiend-
ishly cunning murder were revealed
to me.
According to his own account,
Knox," said Harley, Major Rag
staff regularly passed along that
street with military punctuality at
the same hour every night. You
may take it for granted that the
murderer was we'll aware of this
AS a matter of fact, I happen tc
know that he was. We must also
take it for granted that the mur.
derer knew Of these little dinners
,or two which took place in the pri-
vate room above the Cafe Dame
every Wednesday -- and sometimes
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Nevertheless | had forgotten that
l was hungry, in the excitement
which now claimed me. For, al
though the thread upon which these
seemingly disconnected things hung
was invisible 10 me, recognized that
hampton, the city clerk, the bearded
stranger who had made so singular
a proposition TO him, the white
hated major, the dead stock broker
and the mysterious woman whose
presence in the case the clear sight
of Harley had promptly detected, all
were linked together by some subtle
chain. was convinced, too, that my
friend held at least one end of that
chain in his grasp.
"In order to prepare your mind
for the interview which / hope to
obtain this evening"" continued Har-
ley, "let me clear up one or two
points which may seem obscure. In
the first place, you recognize that
any one leaning out Of that window
on the second floor would almost
automatically rest his weight upon
the iron bar which was placed there
for that very purpose, since the
ledge is unusually low?"
"Quite," replied, land 1t also fol-
lows that If the bar gave way any
one thus leaning on it would be
pitched into the street"
Correct"
"But, my dear fellow" said I,
chow could such an accident have
been forescen?"
"You speak Of an accident. This
was no accidentl One end Of the
bar had been filed completely
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Harley bowed, and from the
pocket Of his greatcoat took out a
silken tasseled bag. "The one which
you left in the Cafe Dame, Lady
Ireton," he replied. Here also
have"--from another pocket he drew
out diamond ring" something
which was extorted from you by the
fellow Meyer"
Without touching her recovered
property, Lady Ireton stood beside
the chair from which she had arisen
her gaze fixed as if hypnotically
upon the speaker.
"My friend Mr.. Knox is aware
Of all the circumstances" continued
the latter, "but he is as anxious as
| am to terminate this painful in
terview. l surmise that what oc-
Cured on Wednesday night was this
correct me if | am wrong: While
dining with Mr.. De Lana you heard
sounds of a quarrel in the street be-
low. May l suggest that you recog-
nized one of the voices?"
Lady lreton, still staring straight
before her at Harley, inclined her
head in assent. II heard my fathers
voice." she said hoarseIy.
"Quite So" he continued. ~ am
aware that Major Ragstaff is your
father" He turned to me: do you
recognize the touch of genius at
last?" Then, again, addressing Lady
Ireton: "You naturally suggested
to your companion that he should
look out Of the window in order to
learn what was taking place. The
next thing you knew was that he
had fallen into the street,"
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wouldn't you? But then, of course,
it's prizefght. That's all it really
is, after all, just a common prize
fight. l simply couldn't make up my
mind. l asked Mr.. Stanton what he
thought, but he said what he always
says: Wear anything." That's
about as helpful as he is.
Miss Maddern-When in doubt. ]
find that dark velvet frock saves
the day.
Mrs. Stanton-But velvet wears
so badly, especially where you sit on
it. (Looking around) Why, what is
that roped in place there in the
center?
eporter-That's the ring.
Mrs. Stanton-But it's square,
Why do you suppose they call it a
ring when it isn't? Now, if we
women did thing like that, wouldn't
they say
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The White Hat By Sax Rohmer
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"Another solitary diner?" sug-
gested Harley.
eyes, he is alone all the evening
waiting for a friend who does not
come"
"Ah," mused Harley-"alon all
the evening, was he? And his
friend disappointed him. May |
suggest that he was q dark man ?
Gray at the temples, having a dark
beard and mustache, and a very
tanned facet"
eyes! yesv' cried Meyer, and his
astonishment was patiently up-
feigned. at is friend Of yolrs?''
"A friend Of mine, yes" said Har-
ley absently, but his expression was
very grim. what time did he fin
ally leave?"
"IIc waited until after IL o'clock
The dinner is spoiled. He pays, but
does not complain
NO." said Harley, musingly, che
had nothing to complain about
One more question, my friend
When the lady escaped hnrriedly or
Wednesday night what was it that
she left behind and what price are
you trying to extort from her 70,
returning it?"
At that the man collapsed en-.
tirely.
ssnO YOU understand, knox,
said Harley az the cab bore
us toward Hamilton Place. "Do yot
| grasp the details of this scheme?"
"On the contrary" l replied. u
| am absolutely at sea-"
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Continued from preceding poge)

WIN give bad repdte to my es-
aslishment."
I fear it will" agreed Harley
alphabetically, unless we can
1.aage to clear up one or two little
saeaifiss which / have observed.
:" nstance"-he tapped the pro-
~0s on the shoulder confiden-
-ay-have you any idea, any
- aea, Of the identity of the
'sh who vas dining here with
:. W Lana on Wednesday night?"
1ae effect Of this simple inquiry
d" sae proprietor was phenom-
his fat, yellow face assumed
W.T. Of leaden hue, and his al
S Prominent eyes protruded ab-
1a'iy. He licked his lips.
"ii yo1-~~already / tell you,"
nassered, that Mr. De Lana he
ks this room every Wednesday
snefiraes also Friday, and dire
as by himself
Asd J tell you,0 said Harley
That you are an inspired
= ieu smuggied ner out by the
- sntrance after the accident"
aN side entranceg" muttered
n NTbe side entrance,"
sactly; the side entrance. There
nsth'ng else which must ask
! q. /" tell me. Who had engaged
- soon On Tuesday night, ths
Before the accident7v
1 pfoprietor's expression re.
nained uncomprehcnding. "A
an,' he said. II never sss
Sefors.s
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A Question of Values


Miss Maddern (who won't con-
slider less than $500 week)-Well.
l don't know. 1t isn't such an awful
lot, after all, is it? I mean for
something that is going to amuse
you?
Mrs. Stanton (whose husband is a
$4,000 year man)-Oh, Of course,
it isn't anything at all. (Hesitating.)
But just think of all the things you
could buy with it.
Miss Maddern-There go the
lights! Its beginning!
(The lights over the house are
dimmed while orer the ring Ct poag-
erful arc light throws doavn great
glare. Within this avhite lights en-
chantment figures of men move about
like strange collection of marion-
cites. The figure of a short stout
man IN q tuxedo; taoo figures of al-
most naked boys; other little figures
climbing in ind out under the ropes.
The s1Uarm and buzz of talk dies
out oil over the house. The click
Of telegraph Instruments can be
heard.)
Miss Maddern-What a stunning
picture! That light effect is mar
velous.
(There is more Increment in the
ring, crossing back and forth, shak-
ing of hands,. The gong sounds.
The ring is empty except for the
tioo almost naked boys and man
In avhite fannels.)
Miss Maddern-The gong! 1t is
dramatic, isn't it?
Mrs. Stanton-Have they begun
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Miss Maddern-Why, Leonard.
Mrs. Stanton-I like the other
one better: He's got nicer shout
ders and much nicer face-Oh,
poor boy!
(The youtg contender has beer
Knocked down-aH in the mob aa.c
on their feet, yelling.)
Miss Maddern calling out)-No.
no!
Mrs. stanton-oh, poor boy! Poor
boy!
The Comeback
The contender is up; he is
knocked doa0s again. Again he is
asp; again he is knocked doscn. The
mob Is ,0ild- Then they all instimc-
tiueIy SIT doacm again like q COM
ploce,st f,ncA--the knockout moment
seems so sure, so ineuitab1e. And
then so fast, so unexpected, the blou'
is hardly seen-it is the champion
acho Is on has back, and it is the half
blind and dizzy contender who stands,
over him.
What yell! What a roar! 4,
He is up. And the gong.
The ladies have a0itnessed one OF
the most e1citing first rounds n,
ring history.
Two rounds Of cautious, cleves-
bo1ing. The champion is not talting
another chance The contender. one
eye closed, fights half bEimdly for an
opening.
The fourth round.
One Recognized Class
Mrs. Stanton-Maybe my nice
looking boy is going to be able to
win after all--if only he hadn't
been so battered at first!
Miss Maddern-No, l don't think
so. The other one-Leonard-the
champion class, the confidence to
win. He's got it again, the same
something he had at the beginning.
I'm afraid it's all over.
(7'wo. more rounds and It wos.
The fighting young contender
knocked DOM, struggling to come
up, battered down again, struggling
up again and Leo, dozed ard blind.
to his corner)
Miss Maddern (as the ladies are
going out with the crowd) Its a
terrible spectacle to watch-tremen-
dous! No moment in the theater
can equal it. Conflict in the raw
and real!
Mrs. Stanton-But think of all
you could buy with S25!
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Such fgnorance!

VOICE of another gentleman in
the. rear-Who is this Miss
Morgan, anyway?
Voice Of another gentleman-Hell. .
Who's the Pope? Who's Babe"
Ruth? Don't you know anything?
First voice-Well, who is she?
Second voice-Morgan. Morgan!
What more do you want to know?
First voice-Well, she's put on a
mighty good card! I'll say that for
her!
The gong.
Miss Maddern enthusiastically
He's wonderful. He's marvellous!
What swiftness! What coordina-
ton.
Mrs. Stanton-Who?
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on Friday. Around the figure of the
methodical major, with his con-
spicuous white hat as a sort of TO-
Gus, was built up one of the most in
genious schemes Of murder with
which l have ever come in contact.
The victim literally killed himself"
But, Harley, the victim might
have ignored the disturbance"
THAT is where l fiji t detected the
touch Of genius, Knox. He recog-
nized the voice Of one Of the com
batants-or his companion did. Here
we are"
THE man ushered US into an ante
room off the lofty and rather
gloomy hall and closed the door.
Harley" l said in stage
whisper, lam I to believe"-
"Can you doubt it?" returned
Harley with a grim smile.
A few moments later we were
shown into a charming boudoir in
which Lady Ireton was waiting tc
receive us. She was strikingly
handsome brunette, but tonight her
face, which normally, l think, pos
sessed rich coloring, was almost
pallid, and there was a hunted look
in her dark eyes which made me
wish to be anywhere than where
found myself.
III fail to understand your mes.
sage, sir" she said. and / admired
the imperious courage with which
she faced him. "You say you have
recovered Q handbag which I had
lost?"
New-York tribune., 1921-01-23
A Question of Costume

MRS. STANTON-I simply didn't
know what to wear tonight. .
I've been worrying and worrying
about it--ever since my husband said
l could come. Of course, it's char
ity affair, and Miss Morgan's giving
it. That would seem to mean eve
ming dress, surely-I would say 80,
New-York tribune., 1921-01-23
By Sophie Treadwell

NCENE: Madison Square Gar
IA, den, Nesc York, the night Of
Miss Morgam's fight. a gigan-
To hclL The floor space looks as Big
"a city block. 1t is solidly covered
rM me1,-Gnd some aComen-i,,
dsirs orronged around a small
rsed roped-in square in the center.
Three galleries ertend aroxnd the
zaas. reaching from the floor to the
ealing. These galleries, too, are
completely filed NTH men. The air
is O dslicote gray haze of smoke,
through which shine, oosrheod, ,chite
slsetrie lights. Great black letters
painted on white cardboard are s14s-
pended Il, the air to n,ark seat Sec
Tons. So many men, 80 many lights
90 much smoke; 1t is a big spread OF
sIsek and sohite and gray, with here
nd there small dot Of color, the
stSs'ante program sellers in eve-
amg .rrss.
Women in the Boxes
n the tier Of bozes other suomen,
sas's sloved, looking about through
NAL glasses Of the theater. Each
ne Of them is toeu fanked with
earrect" men,
IA the foor space, the "ringside''
's's, are mare sconaers, q hetero-
'sasoas collection impossible to clas-
aiy.
oss no women are in the cheoper
*s". The gentlemen in the gallery
"ss come Without their "dames." !"
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to watch, reailyl There's something
beautiful about it. Stay.
The Real Treat Awaits

THE prelimiaaries are through.
A The mob relares from pa7--
taking indiferentIy of long
a',d rather heavy course of hors
d'ouures and uoits With zest the
couing Of the main dish. First
appears the contender, Richard
Mitchell, a good looking youmgste,
from Milwaukee. Cheers greet his
entrance, attended By his t,Uo BROTH
ers, his seconds.
Then the chan,pion--Bemny Leon-
ard.
Out of action he gives no idea OF
that rare and curious aUinning quail
ity that is his the very second he
begins to fight - that quality Of
class sce like to think all champions
possess and that Leonard surely does
possess. He Is greeted cith more
cheers and climbs easily into the
ring.
Camera men; the man in the Tatr-
edo; other men in other Tu1edos.
The ring is crowded. The announcer
IS announcing. Ring celebrities
Of the past and present aud the
| future. Mss Anne Morgan. Er-
Governor Smith. The announcer
scaHs around the ring, his head
throyn back, talking loudly to the
top gallery. This constant nnoving
around seems to turn his voice on
and of and givos the Listener q
highly impressionistic effect of the
panegyrics-" -"Morgam-of her seq
France-Won,dn auho"--- etc.
New-York tribune., 1921-01-23

already? And is this all there is to
it? My goodness!
Gentleman in the rear cleaning
forward to Miss Maddern)--Will it
bother you ladies if we smoke?
Miss Maddern (graciously)-Not
at all.
Mrs. Stanton My goodness,
wasn't that polite of them? That's
what my husband told me. He said
"Dottie, you won't find anything but
courtesy" simply couldn't be-
lieve it. But 1 suppose men know
who are ladies and who are not,
even at prizefght. (Turning to the
gentlemen in the rear-marked gra-
ciousness)-Arc our hats in your
way?
Gentleman in the rear (equal
grace)-No, no! Don't disturb your
selves! (Change Of voice-to some
latecomers in the aisle)-Down in
IronI! Sit down, you!
Mrs. Stanton-Which one is Leon
ard? Isn't that his name?
Reporter-Leonard hasn't come in
yet. This is just a preliminary.
(The first roar goes up from the
mob. One Of the two boys has land
ed q left uppercut to the jdW.
Gentleman in the rear with sat-
isfaction THAT rocked him.
(The ttoo boys are already fqht-
ing hard, but stupidity. They stand
heovily on their feet and slug. aeoay
ut each other.)
Actress Is Shocked
Miss Maddern turning a white
face to the reporter-a look of sur
prise and dread)-Why tits aw-
full!
Gentleman in the rear (disgusted-
ly)-No science No science,
(The first round ends. A burst of
applause reUards the fighters EN-
dent good intentions. The boys sit
relared in their corners, each the OBJ
Ject Of frantic ministratlons from
his seconds, who hGue sprung into
the ring seemimgly miracat1ously
from 1aoa0here. Pain, leaf fans are
aoaving. Toacels, buckets, sponges.
Then-agnin the gong.)
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that bell for?
Reporter-Second round is begin.
ming.
Mrs. Stanton (in amazement)-
Second round! You mean to tell me
one round is over already? Why,
there's nothing to it at all Twenty
five dollars! My goodness!
(Another roar from the multitude
the boys are fighting hard.)
Miss Maddern lin lew, doubtful,
unsteady voice; her face is gray un-
der the clever touches Of make
up)A-Do you suppose I could get out
Of here without making a scene?
Why-it t's-it's-[as the boy in the
white trunks lands a cumbersome
blowl frightfu,:.
eporter-Don't look if it gets
you!
A Near Faint
Miss Maddern-I think it's the
mob. II think I'd better 60.
Everything looks queer.
Reporter-Here. hold my hand!
Hang on a minute and it'll pass.
(Miss Maddern gives a clammy palm
to the reporter.)
(Again the gong.)
Mrs. Stanton cleaning back COM
fortably) We'll, I never saw any
thing to beat this for absolute
nothing,
Miss Maddern is silent. She still
holds the reporters hand.
Reporter Crying to rally her) --
You're really enjoying this perfectly
only you don't know it yet.
Miss Maddern (smiling wanly)-
It's the first one I've seen. I sup
pose-if-
Even the Reporters Tremble
Reporter informative as usuaD-
Oh, no; you'd be like this at every
one, only you wouldn't be afraid.
You'd enjoy it. Mr.. McGeehan tells
me that even oldIiraers, like Tad,
for example, begin to shake with
excitement when the gong rings be-
fore big fight. That's their idea
of having a good time.
Mrs. Stanton (disgustedly)-A
good time. ! tell you the longer
live the less understand men They
don't seem to me to act like human
beings at all, but like some kind of
strange animal.
Miss Maddern-I really think /
ought to go. I don't want to spoil
it for the rest of you.
Reportsr-No, stay until you see
Leonard. Then you'll see prize
fighting at its best. He's wonderful
New-York tribune., 1921-01-23
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The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1921-01-05
BIG LOG ROLLING OF WOODMEN

The Blackfoot camp of the Modern
Woodmen of America had big log
rolling on Monday evening, initiating
eleven candidates and receiving visit.
ing delegations from Pocatello and
Idaho Falls to the number of forty
five. About 100 of the local men,
bers were present beside the visitors
and the hall was we'll filled. Among
the visitors were d. w. H. Tyre, the
state deputy, who came over from
Boise, Paul Smith, district deputy
from Twin Falls and the retired dis
trict deputy, Heister of Pocatello.
The Blackfoot team put on fine
demonstration of their initiation
work and were cheered by the visit
Ors.
Refreshments were served at mid
night and the initiation was con-
sidered one Of the big successes, hav-
ing gone over with a bang from start
to finish
The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1921-01-05
lnformal;ty Marks
Opening of Sixteenth
Idaho Legislature

lnformality marked the opening
ceremonies of the sixteenth session
of the Idaho state legislature at the
capitol Monday morning. Just fifteen
minutes after the executive, judicial
and administrative officers filed into
the house chamber, where the oath
OF office was given, the ceremonies
were over and recess was taken.
Beginning at 10 o'clock members
OF both houses were congregating on
the third floor of the building, await
ing the formal opening of the ses-
sion. Shortly before noon all men,
bers of the legislature assembled in
the house chamber, where the cere-
monies were to take place. The floor
OF the house as well as the gallery
and the floor above, was packed with
interested spectators and more than
once during the administering ,of
the oaths curious heads leaned over
the gallery railing, trying to get a
glimpse of the proceedings directly
below.
State Officers in Body
Headed by Governor D. w, Davis
and L. V. Patch, the adjutant general
In the uniform of colonel, who pre-
sided as master of ceremonies, the
state officers, including the five JUS
tices of the supreme court, filed into
the house chamber at eight minutes
Otter IL. Chief Justice Morgan, who
is retiring from the supreme bench,
opened the ceremony, and after
short address introduced John c..
Rice, newly elected chief justice, who
the oaths to the various
officers.
Governor Takes Oath
Col. Patch introduced John w.
Hart, Republican national commit
Continued on page four