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Going Through With It

Ut was early morning. A crippled
man was sitting before huge
~ fire in an immense kitchen. Plain
ly the kitchen was the living room of
the house. His, wife, asyoung woman,
was. preparing breakfast. She was
tall and slender, she stepped with an
alertness not seen in women lacking
ambition. The quietness of hermove-
ment was merely an instinct not to jar
the ragged nerves of the sick man nor
waken the baby lying in its little crib.
But presently the baby threw out an
arm, then moaned. There was short,
quick wheeze which warned the wom-
an across the kitchen that the baby
was sick again, and terror crossed her
face, for she was miles from doctor
and had been unable to find the medi-
cine she brought home.
The man exclaimed "Oh, my!" then
craned his neck to get a better view
of the child He tossed his head like
an Infatuated beast, for he could not
move a step toward the baby. But the
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A second trip to the buyer put Nc
Nabb in touch with the downtown
house handling the foreign-made bags.
The buyer there confirmed the de-
partment store mans statements about
the constant trouble with the imported
goods. He said he expected the Au-
strian manufacturer to be in America
in the near future. McNabb went out
on routine city work and awaited de-
velopments. The buyer of the import
ing house agreed to let him know
when the Austrian arrived. The detec-
tive was in the outer offices when he
called on the importing firm. When he
left his hotel that evening McNabb was
shadowing him at every step. He took
hotel cab, McNabb following with
cab driver he often used for such
trips. Reaching a house on the east
side of the city the cab stopped. The
driver of the police car stopped hun.
dred yards behind and extinguished
his lights. Next to the house was a
drug store Of the old style pharmacy
order. McNabb noted the German
name over the door. Slipping up
quietly he saw the Austrian first try
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BY Joella Johnson

the door of the house and then evil
IDENTIFY realizing some mistake enter
the drug store. BY peering through
the window the detective saw him talk
ing to a short, red-haired man, also of
the foreign type. The druggist got his
coat and hat and came out driving
away with the foreigner. McNabbs
cab followed. A dozen blocks to the
further East Side, they WeaVed
through the traffic.
The cab drew up before a four-story
tenement house and the man entered.
Silently McNabb 3crept in the dingy
hallway and heard them going up the
creaking stairs. He heard door open
and shut on the floor above. Tiptoeing
up the stairs he saw a beam of shroud-
ed light coming over a transom of a
room door. Me could see that either
papers or cloth had been draped over
the glass of the transom to keep any
one from looking in. AS he leaned
near the door the voices inside were
plain enough, but the conversation was
all in German and he could not I'M
derstand word. Remembering the
cab driver was German student at
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up the stairway. The bullet tore big
hole in. the WALL O'Ma!ley heaved to
his feet and pulled at the front door.
1t would not bulge an inch. Frantic
ally he jerked at the rusty lock watch
Ing over his shoulder for the white
ghost whom he could now hear wailing
in the upper rooms. Trembling in ev-
cry limb he shot through the panels of
the door. The shots were heard by
Mccarthy on the beat who ran to the
house and battered down the door to
rescue his comrade.
Professor Mitchell of the West Side
University was greatly interested in
the newspaper accounts of the police
mans experience. He asked the po-
lice department to allow him to stay
in the house alone. at night. Hardly
had he closed the front door when the
ghosts few at him with me cry Of
Rest, rest, give me rest.
Undaunted by the weird cries Of the
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cliff. Trembling in his embrace she
yielded to him. Trustingly she heard
how he would come back to her and
forever they would live in the hills.
With his passionate kisses burning on
her red lips she watched the big car
roll away to the north. From early
dawn until the glittering stars sparkled
in the opal skies Wanda sat by the
trail watching, waiting for her lover
to return. Wild with grief, believing
with rage, Sam Hawkins, Wanda's ia
Their and squaw man, with his Pluto
wife went to the Indian agent on the
reservation. They demanded that he
find the handsome stranger who had
ruined his daughter. This official
smiled and wrote letter to the adj
dress they gave him. In the Spring
Wanda with the child at her breast,
sat on the slope of Harmony Ridge
watching the roadway for the glitter
ing automobile. One day the agent
sent for Sam and showed him a letter
in which Howard Harrington denied
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The Morningstar Murder

had been done and the murderers van
ished into thin air.
McNabb retired to his home to think
the matter over. He noticed. a leather
handbag belonging to his daughter
lying on the dining-room table. 1t
was a peculiar glossy black leather,
but beginning to wear at the seams to
a dull yellow where the enamel had
cracked. Borrowing the bag he went
to the department store where she had
purchased the article. The buyer said
that particular brand of bags were inn
ported to compete with the Morning
star leather goods, which were con-
trolled by New York jobbing house
and held for high prices owing to the
superior quality. The buyer stated the
foreign-made goods were inferior to
the Morningstar leather goods and
they had continual trouble and COM
plants about the foreign-made ones.
McNabb learned from young Morn
ingstar that his father obtained the
secret of the glossy enamel from his
grandfather and the process would now
be lost, as his father had not given
him the formula or the secret process
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as blind as herself and all the instinct
which horses are credited with having
in the dark was not highly developed
in the blinded animal she was driving.
She now knew she could not get to
town and it was foolish to think she
could. She got into the buggy and
drove on. How far she went or where
she went, she did not know. If any
thing the day was darker and driz-
zling rain fell Presently a voice
sounded right by the buggy. "Can
you tell me where ann" it exclaimed
She laughed slightly. Can you tell
me where I amp" have been lost for
hours. 1 am after the doctor. My ba-
by is sick?"
TWell, I am no doctor and my ma
chine is over an embankment close by
here and you'll be over it, too, unless
you walk as ] am doing. Let your
horse go if you don't want to be
killed, and maybe we can find way
out"
For a, second she mistrusted the
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the remains were buried at the County
Farm.
Poor soul, it wanted decent burial,
that's ALL" said the professor to the
reporters. People scott at the ghost
idea, but these spirits can not forget
the home they had on earth and will
not pass until the old temple is laid
at rest"
The professor had turned down his
study light preparing for bed when he
looked around quickly as the hall door
was slowly opening. The bent figure
of an old man glided in. The profess
sor was startled, as no one had rung the
bell and he was sure the household
were all in bed. The old man glided
up to the study table and sat down.
Noiselessly he reached for pen and
wrote. Professor Mitchell did not
speak, for he knew he was in the pres
ence of the dead. There was the snap
Of metal as the electric light popped
out. A rustic OK Eiad. The odor Of
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spectral apparition, the man of science
spoke quietly.
Rest, my spirit friend, you shall
have. Tell me how
Floating through the door of the
front room the white light went to
the fireplace and pointed its bony hand
at the stone hearth. With a wall of
grief like a perishing human the rat
ting bones sank to the floor and dis
appeared, leaving the professor in
darkness.
Very simple, men, said the profess
sor the next day, directing the work
men as they dug up the stone over the
hearth. you will find something
down there"
AS the iron bars pried up the heavy
stone the lanterns showed lying in the
accumulated SCOT and ashes the dou-
bled up, decaying body of a man with
a bullet hole in the forehead It was
plainly murder.
ReVerently with religious services
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The Girls Retribution


any knowledge of the girls misfortune
and through his lawyer demanded that
she cease any further reference to
him. The next morning ranchers
found the dead body of the beautiful
kalf-breed girl with a crushed baby
at the foot of Lovers Leap in Rumble
Canyon. 3 IS
First Lester Merwin declared he saw
the Indian girl with her baby sitting
on rock by the trail. He called to
her and she vanished. Rugby Som
mers saw her one morning sitting by
the roadside and straining her eyes up
the roadway. He passed near by and
spoke to her in the Pluto tongue. She
melted into Vapor and disappeared.
Many others saw the sWeet-faced- child
mother sitting along the roadside
watching for some one, only to sud-
denly disappear if approached or
spoken to.
Society papers came out with glar-
ing headlines. Howard Harrington,
son Of the. wealthy widow, was to mar
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the woods and was almost killed. He
got well, all but the badly injured leg
and it did not mend. The woman
Thought of the man, then the horse
and plunged into the gray sea, more
like a wilderness of vapor than any,
thing else. Her heart was beating
wildly, but after a while she felt she
was safe on the road.
1t matters not just how she went or
where she went or how she got there,
for it was in her days travel. From
time to time her youthful mother lips
prayed for the sick baby. What pray
ers they must be, so devotional. so
sure of beautiful faith in one to care
when mother can't. Then when she
felt the assurance of her natural Pro-
tector in that wilderness, her horse
stopped. She urged it forward, but it
did not move. 7%"<
II am off the road. I know" she
walled" This is horse sense" She
got out and went ahead. True, she had
driven into fence corner, and did not
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windows appeared to be locked tight
ly. The officer walked around the
house shooting his flash light in the
dark corners of the porch and out
buildings. He tried the front door
and started back step as it swung
open to his touch. He stepped in the
dark hall. A rush of icy air swept past
him slamming the door shut and he
heard the spring lock snap to place. A
,blood-curdling scream echoed through
the bleak house. With creaking
hinges a door opened to his right and
gaunt, ghostly figure swept out to-
wards him. One wild look and he saw
the grinning skull and shrank in ter
ror as the bony fingers clawed at his
coat. A white, phosphorescent glow
followed the figure as it f1oated in the
thin air. O'Malley sank to the dutsy
floor in a crouching heap. His legs
refused to hold him as the sweat
poured from every pore of his big
body.
Give me rest. Give me rest" walled
the shrill voice of the rafting bony
figure. Mechanically the policeman
reached for his gun and fired at the
ghost. AS the gun roared out, the
pink flame piercing the blackness the
trailing figure uttered howl of rage
hoated down the hall and disappeared
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woman had the little one in her arms
Its face was hot and flushed, the tiny
body twisting in agony. Quiet tears
fell down the woman's face but. she
hid them from the man. She knew
his cup of sorrow was bitter enough.
Then-how dc they do it, these brave,
good mothers?-sh smiled and said
she would go to town.
"You can't go, Alfredo" protested
her husband. Look at the dense fog.
No mortal soul could have gone
through it yesterday and it is no bet
ter today 1t is almost dark"
We'll, I am going. I have little
medicine here that will keep her from
choking and think I can get to town.
I'll move the crib here and leave ev-
erything within your reach. Oh"
then she suppressed the sob as the
baby gasped and fell back into. her
arms.
The horse was new one, had not
been over the road but a few times
when Garry had his terrible fall in
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By Margaret Taylor

know what corner it was. She re-
traced her steps as far as possible,
feeling for a road and presently came
to it. She stood like a blind person,
trying to pierce the darkness with un1
seeing eyes. Not even the CLINT or out
line Of the sun was visible. She did
not know which direction to take. 1t
might lead back home. Then feeling
the road again, she was indeed dis
mayed, for she was on dirt road and
the one she should have taken was
macadamized.
II must be in the lane," she moaned,
Then after another long search she
found her horse and buggy. She pat
ted the horse and said: "I'll have to
leave it to yol- 70 get me to town or
back home. Go G0!"
Again the horse stopped and again
she got out to find the road. This
time her hand touched grass. She
must be in. pasture f1eldi How on
earth she got in there she did not
know. She now knew the horse was
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whispered to him. With one mighty
heaye of their strong shoulders the
door crashed in. The three men
jumped back as the officers rushed in
the room. The Austrian and the drug
gist backed against the wall. The.
other man glanced wildly about and
tugged at a heavy revolver in his peck
ct, but the policemen were too quick
for him. McNabb's mighty fist sent
him hurting backwards: and before
he could arise the cuffs snapped on his
wrists. The cab driver covered the
Austrian and the druggist, both of
whom were talking rapidly and excit-
edly. Holding the men at bay, Nc
Nabb sent the cab driver to get help
from the officers on the beat
did he confess?" asked chief Null
Inns when McNabb returned from the
leather shop with the prisoner the fol-
lowing day.
HE sure did, Chief" smiled the de-
tective. ut was this way 1 had Con-
rad, Jr., dress up in his fathers work
clothes and disguise himself with a
white beard like his daddy had and
working at the bench. When we came
in the prisoner took one look and then
fell on the floor bowling for mercy.
He thought it was a ghost, I guess.
Then he told how he did it. He crept
in the alleyway and showed long
stick with a needle pointed wire on the
end through the open window. The
sharp wire entered the left eye and
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lONRAD MORNINGSTAR .

NONRAD MORNINGSTAR, expert
manufacturer of enamelled
leather, was found dead in his
nttle workshop. His only son found
him lying across a pile of half-fnished
hides. In his hand, clutched tightly,
was the soft sponge used in giving the
final gloss to the leather which made
the product in such demand for fancy
leather goods. Police investigation
showed the safe had not been lamp
cred with and nothing was missing
from the workroom. The only mark
of violence on the body was a thin
stream of blood dried under the left
eye. A slight scratch across the
Cheekbone might have produced the
blood stream. Questioned by the off
GERS Conrad, Junior, could not recall
any enemies of his father or give
motive for the murder. The examin-
ing physicians declared the man had
been in perfect health when death
came suddenly. Nevin McNabb, city
detective, was assigned to the case.
There was not the slightest clue in
way of foot prints, finger prints or
any evidence of an intruder. Murder
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THRILLING like bird, dancing
over the soft turf, the half
breed girl dubbed with the
health of the open. The fires Of her
primitive ancestors responded to the
glory Of the western hills and thrilled
with Joy Of life as the perfect human
animal, the long, black braids shining
with gloss Of the Indian. The pinkish
gray complexion. The sparkling black
eyes. Built like a gazelle, willowly,
clean limbed and sturdy as the sway
ing pines on the slope. Wanda
stopped on the Harmony Trail and
looked wonderingly at the glittering
automobile gliding along the smooth
road. Not that cars were a novelty to
this child of the forest but the gayly
tourists attracted her girlish
admiration. She was on her way to
school in the white building at the fork
of the creek. AS the big car came
near feminine voice called to the
driver to stop. The speaker an elderly
woman with white hair and the patri-
clan face of the worldly rich had. seen
the trim little figure on the pathway.
ooh; look Myron, isn't she a pic
ture?" A young man smoking cigar
cite lolling back in the heavy up
holstery raised himself up and looked
quizzically at the girl by the roadside.
Some kid, I'll say, mother" he
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murmured, taking in every detail Of
the superb figure Of the Indian girl.
Blushing under his bold look Wanda
turned to run back in the brush when
the lady called to her. The soft voice
made her pause.
Come here, dear, want to talk to
you" = - II
Shyly she walked to the side of the
car A white, gloved hand reached out
to her. She put her little brown one
in it. The lady asked the girl num-
Der of questions about the section tell
ing her they wanted to camp for
while and that their baggage auto was
following. a aa}o,.s
Strolling about the camp grounds
while the servants prepared the camp
for the night Howard Harrington
thought about the pretty half-breed girl
of the morning. Standing at the edge
of the clearing he saw her coming
back from school. He walked down to
the Harmony Trail to intercept her.
For half a mile he walked towards her
home with her. Wide-eyed, half fright
ened, the fawn-colored maiden listened
in wonderment to- his smooth, polished
speech and blushed furiously when he
paid her dainty compliments. Every
morning he was waiting for her. In
the afternoon she ran with futtering
heart to meet him in the shadow of the
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WW YILD-EYED and thoroughly
NV frightened the man rushed in
the Central Police Station.
He muttered jumbled story about
seeing a ghost in the front yard of
house near his home. The cynical,
doubling police officers made note of
the complaint and sent Reserve officer
Bernard O'Malley to investigate. This
policeman was not afraid of anything
living or dead. He went with the ter
rified citizen back to the neighborhood.
The man said while he was returning
home from his night shift at the city
pumping station the white sheeted fig
ure had screamed at him from the
front porch Of the vacant house and he
ran away from the scene fast as he
could to the station. The officer, mem
tally clubbing the whole story as pos
sibly the result of drink. directed the
man to go home and he would investi-
gate.
The house was a two-story frame
building that had been vacant for
about two years. 1t sat way back in a
clump of maple trees. The front yard
was weed-grown and the fence broken
and delapidated O'Malley remem-
bered when he was on the beat he
heard the family living there had
moved to another city. The doors and
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pierced the old mans brain. Then this
man leaned in the window and
squeezed the liquid from the sponge IN
q bottle he carried and got away. That
is why there were no tracks inside or
finger marks. The sharp point of the
wire scratched the face as he jerked
it away. This guy is wanted in Au-
stria for dozen bad deals and is in
the power of this druggist who helped
him get away from the old country.
The manufacturer is a cousin of the
druggist, so there you are. To know
the Morningstar secret meant millions
for the Austrian concern and they
stopped at nothing to get hold of it
The manufacturer did not think muir
der would be necessary and he had no
part in planning it, so we will let him
go back to Austria, but this prisoner
and the druggist will go up the river
to await an electric shock from all
can see now"
Chief Mullins sent Miss Mary Nc
Nabb dainty handbag made of Morn
ingstar leather as a compliment to her
keen daddy. Conrad, junior, found the
old formula in a note book and was
able to continue the work.
What would you like-a brother or
Sister,"
Tommy to father-If it makes no
difference to you, dad. I'll have a box
of bricks!
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voice; but after a while she got out
They wandered aimlessly aroud and
after walking in all directions, as she
thought she laughed Historically"
am not far from home. I am not far
away. Here is our old. tractor fast
ened on muddy hillside. 1t is direct
ed north. Here take my hand. Go
straight ahead. You will have to take
highland or we will get separated. We
have to go straight ahead, then get
over a fence, cross another field and
my home is almost opposite. We can't
steer far wrong if we keep straight
ahead"
But they did go wrong. They came
out in the tiny orchard. She knew how
to gain the right direction by following
a lath fence which led to the house.
Cautiously she went ahead, then like
beacon, she saw a dull yellow blot, the
light from her kitchen window. She
almost fell into the room, dragging the
man after her.
Seemingly it had been fruitless
journey, but to her amazement the
baby was better. She did not know
why it was better She felt that only
prayer had done it.
She turned to look at the man whose
hand she was still holding. He wasNno
millionaire, doctor, child's specialist,
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The Difference.

The Williams family, Christian Sci
entists, owned number of goats. One
Fall, some Of them became so sickly
that Mr.. Williams was obliged to call
a doctor to attend to them.
why" said neighbor to 5,year-
cid Willie, 81 thought you people were
Christian Scientists?"
ooh, we are!" he replied; "but the
goats are Baptists."
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By Monte Darrell

Believe it or not" said Sergeant
MacNeil, "but we have the guy in the
jug who confessed he killed the old
gent"
Professor Mitchell just smiled in Lis
study.
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A party was surveying on farm
when an old man came hurrying out
of his house and asked:
What are you doin' here?"
Surveying" was the reply of one Of
the engineers.
Surveying for what?"
For railroad"
Where's it goin'?"
Fright through your barn. I guess
laughed the engineer.
We'll, now mister, 1 reckon I've got
somethin' to say to that. 1 want you to
understand that I've got somethin'
else to do besides runnin' out to open
and shut them barn doors every time
train wants to go through"
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or anything out of the ordinary as
might be hoped. He was just an ordi-
nary man and by the time he reached
safety he had arrived with an appe-
tite for a substantial meal. He got his
dinner, supper, and breakfast the next
morning. Then he went after his car.
He might have taken the crippled man
to town to see the doctor, but he did
nothing of the kind. The baby laughed
and played which was payment enough,
and whe- neighbor boy brought
home the horse and buggy, there was
more rejoicing.
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IL say, Jackie, do you know that
clock is an hour fast?"
Eyes; but don't tell sig She put it
ahead, and she thiak7 yoG dsn't know"
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'The new tenor singer in the choir
used to be a locksmith."
mo wonder he always hits the right
key, then"
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"She is first and third talker."
what ever is that?"
"Her conversation consists of I
said,' and she said"