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The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1922-08-11
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The Mothers Auxiliary to the
Jewish Folks school held q meet
ing yesterday at the club rooms,
1921 Seventh avenue. Mrs. Esther
Friedman was named to fill the Of
fee Of president untq the next
election. On Tuesday, Aug. %, the
auxiliary will sponsor the molten
picture show at the Rialto theatre.
Druggists Auxiliary Meets at Camp.
Mrs. A. ]. Riess of Rock Island
was hostess to the Druggists auxil-
larry yesterday, at an all-day picnic
ut her home on Rock river. Thirty
four of the members attended and
enjoyed the delicious picnic lunch
con served at noon. The afternoon
was whiled away with games of
cards, both 500 and bridge being
played.
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Scouts to Give Program.

Lily troop girl scouts met last
night at the Evangelical Church of
Peace. Miss Nellie Witherspoon
presided. The scouts are to present
an entertainment at the church this
evening before the home depart
ment. The girls are all asked to
wear their uniforms. The troop is
to hold its next regular meeting
next Thursday evening.
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Mission Society Meets.

The woman's home missionary
society of Spencer Memorial Meth
odist church held its regular
monthly meeting yesterday after
noon at the home of Mrs. A. o.
Mahill, 1861 Fifth-and-a-half ave-
nue.. There were 16 members and
one visitor at the meeting, and a
silver offering amounted to SLIT.
Mrs. Ed Gregg led the devotion
ais and Mrs. Frank Rite and Mrs.
Conrad Wienberger had charge of
the lesson, assisted by Mrs. E. H.
Slocum who spoke on the work of
the city mission society. and Mrs.
NJ. F. Howell, who spoke on the
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Seven Tables Played.

Seven tables Of 500 were sur
rounded yesterday at the card par
ty given in Maths hall by the
Plattdeutschen Schwestern. Prizes
in the games went to Mrs. Dora
Bertelsen. Mrs. Louise Behn and
Mrs. Peter Weber.
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position before you were trans.
ferred here to our Tibbsvf1le plant,
but to . more remunerative posi-
ton"
- AS he spoke Charlotte's face
gradually lost its color, her eyes
grew large in amazement. and
she, bit her lower lip to keep from
trembling. Abruptly she rose and
walked to the window. The young
man left his desk and followed
her. you will be back in the
environment you are accustomed
to, Char-Miss Burns, the life"
She turned slowly and her eyes
sparkled angrily. IL hate you!
she gasped. How dared you
have me transferred without con-
/suIting me? I don't care how
much salary they pay" Tears OF
anger rolled down her round
cheeks.
A VAIN ENTREATY.
"Charlotte!" There was en-.
treaty in his voice for Q moment
and then recovering himself he
IAurmured in q cool, businesslike
voice, Sorry. but it's done now.
Are you ready for dictation?"
d. Charlotte dabbled hastily at her
eyes and twisted her pencil out of
her back hair. She took the die.
tatioR and made a bad mess Of 1t.
her mind in q wild tumult.
That's ALL" he said at last, and
an she hastily rose to leave he
held out his hand. AT least you
will say good-by, won't you. even
II you hate me?" And his voice
was 90 kind. SO full Of entreaty
that Charlotte felt those horrid
tears yelling up again.
"Good-by." she mumbled. and
then, with sudden honesty, be
fore I 60 I want to tell you-that
I'm q faker! I don't know a thing
about balls and receptions in the
city-all I've ever seen Of them
has been In the movies. The first
dance I ever went to in my whole
life was last nightp There were
bright burning spots on her round
cheeks. Il was desperately. horri-
bly, lonely in the city. and I had
my name on the lists for months
to be transferred to one Of the
smsil offices, and when, at last the
opportunity came almost died of
Joy! Every one Of these little SO.
ciaI times here in Tibbsville has
been like q big. wonderful dream
to me!
'T never tasted an alligator pear
and az for restaurants, the only
kind ever was in had shiny
white table tops with big. heavy
sugar bowls in the center. One in
particular. near the main offices,
q great big feeding place with a
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Seeker of Thrills Finds Himself
Mistaken for Another and Thereby
Becomes Enmeshed in a Maze
of Love and Mystery. ~

at the mere thought; he turned
and paced back past old Fernie.
who stood watching him with q
grim smile.
The train was signalled now.
and che Fortune Hunter gave a
sharp sigh of relief. He had turned
to scan the line when someone
touched his arm, and. swingin
sharply round. he found Fernie
beside him again.
"well, what is it?" he asked
curtly; his nerves were at snap
ping point; he felt unstrung and
on edge.
:. Fernie answered quietly enough.
He. at least, was not perturbed.
1.-THE train will wait here four
minutes, Mr.. Smith. SO there's
no such hurry. and should like
a word with you"
"well?"
You told me just now to mind
my own business" the old man
said. in the same curiously even
way. you don't like me. Mr..
Smith. and that's a pity, because
I might have been a good friend
to you-if you'd chosen-and I'd
chosen"
The Fortune Hunter shook the
hand from hfs arm.
II don't want your friendship"
he said roughly. And II you're
telling me I've made an enemy
Of you. well-be hanged to you,
that'S all I've got to say"
Old Fernie's eyes met his un.
f1inchingly.
That's all you've got to say. u
r." he said. TWell--then this is
what I've got to say to you. Mr..
Smith. or whatever your name is
that since you came to Somerton
I've wondered many times where
I'd seen you before, and now I
know. It was in the woods the
afternoon we found that man dead
in the bracken."
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THE STORY so FAR

The Fortune Hunter, twenty.
eight years old and broke. after
q fortnight trampms through
England, stumbled over the
body Of . dead man In 0 wood.
He peered into the face and
found that In features the dead
man he'd been much like him
self. The two were Of about the
same height and weight He
picked Of . leather poclletbook.
On the flylcaf Of an old photo.
graph Of q girl with wind blown
hair he found the unfortunate
mass name, John Smith," A
letter revealed that this Girl had
been waiting for the man for
ten years at Cherry Lodge,
Somerton on Thames, The
naIne signed was "Anne."
The Fortune Hunter walked
on, coming into view Of . girl
and Q youth In . punt on the
river. The boy leaned far out
OF the boat. the small craft
lurched and the lad tumbled
into the water. The boy would
have drowned had not the For
tune Hunter plunged into che
river and brought him to shore.
He proved to Be . cripple. De-
spite the boys rudeness, the
Fortune Hunter helped the girl
to get her charge to their old
fashioned house nearby.
YOU'D better get . hot bath
at once" the Fortune Hunter
said casually as he prepared
to take his leave. "A ducking
doesn't hurt me-"
...Whst ID your manner" she
"John Smith," he replied.
ct knew u was you." she
The Fortune Hunter found
himself accepted by the girl
and her guardian rs the msn
he had found dead In the
woods. Although conscience
stricken, he accepted the role
even to the extent Of kissing
the girl. I
At the INN he overheard the
conversation Of . sharp-faced
man, q potential . enemy,
Fernie. FerniS revealed that
the John Smith," who the
Fortune Hunter IL believed to
be. is an ex-convict, and that
Anne Ii wealthy. Fernie hints
at doubt that the Fortune
Hunter really In John Smith.
Now 20 on with the story
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CHAPTER XIV.
A Savoy Lunch.

The Fortune Hunter turned
round slowly, and looked down
into Fernie's crafty face; then he
laughed. q defiant ironical laugh,
as he shook the elder mans hand
from his arm, wrenched open q
carriage door and boarded the
train.
But his brows were frowning
and his eyes disturbed as he sat
down In q corner seat and tossed
his nat on to the rack; for the
first time he felt that he could
understand Anne.s instructive dis
like Of Fernie, for the first time
he felt that he had q glimpse of
the mans mean vindictive nature.
80 Fernie had seen him in the
wood that day! It was q compli-
cation. certainly. but the Fortune
Hunter was not q man easily
frightened by personal danger, and
the fact mat the enemy had at
last declared himself only added
to his determination to fight till
the end.
After all. how much had Fernis
seenf How much had there been
to sect Nothing surely that would
carry much weight with It.
The Fortune Hunter dismissed
the subject from his mind! and be-
gan to think OF the meeting which
lay before him..
What type Of woman would she
prove to be. this women who had
followed John Smith half across
the worldf The Fortune Hunter
thought Of Q dozen plans with
which he would greet her. but he
had forgotten them all when the
train steamed into the London
Terminus, and he mingled with
the crowd along the platform.
There was Q curious sense Of
nervousness at his heart; and he
knew that probably the next hour
of two would decide his fate once
and for all. and It was with some
vague desire to put Off the evil
moment for as long a. possible
that he walked the distance to the
Savoy Hotel at which the meeting
was to take place.
What sort Of woman would she
prove to be. and had she really
cared for the dead rnanf That
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THE LOVABLE FAKER MILL ROMANCE
How Girl Who Found Herself in Small Town Dated the
.~> Wonderful Times She Hadn't Had in
v the Gay City.

tremendous rattle and crowds Of
workers like myself was where I
got my lunch. q lonely lunch
among hundreds. I didn't know
. soul; I used to hope and dream
and wish"
He took the sobbing girl In his
arms and. turning her facs up
wards. kissed her. You lovable
little faker!" and then gently ask.
ing for mercy. Charlotte. In that
particular restaurant with the
shiny table tops, that's where I
always had my lunch, too. I used
to walt and watch for you to come
and you never noticed me. I
wasn't with the firm thsn--tak-
ing a law course at coliege-but
when I was sent out here to the
Tibbsville mill as assistant super.
intendent I Immediately demanded
q secretary and sent to the city
office for you.
And. Charlotte. II you're .
faker. then I'm another. because
no arrangements were made for
you to 60 back to the city-I
never In the world would have let
you go, because-Chariotter- his
voice grew husky. you don't
really hate me. do your"
Her brown eyes that had grown
dark I th incredulitt and surprise.
softened under his warm plead
ing. That" she whispered hap
PLY, was taking. too"
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The Story of an Adventurer, Who
Finding a Body in the Woods Had
the Identity Of the Dead Man
wished Upon" Him.

there before. and was going
through the woods whenshldden in
the bracken He paused
Dead" he added.
Irenie Claver WINGED. but she
made no comment, and the Fortune
Hunter went on: II was going
off to fetch the police when I saw
q pocketbook lying on the ground
at my feet. and I looked through
II with the idea of finding out who
the man or somevnIng about him.
but beyond the name John Smith
and some - some love letters
from q girl there was nothing Of
any Importance. was on my way
to the police station, walking along
the river bank. when saw q boy
overbaianced and fall from.a punt.
He couldn't swim-it turned out
afterward that he was the cripple
80" His voice gre W strained
and jerky. "She screamed out to me
to save \the boy-her brother, II
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A harmless and effective sargie
is TO dissolve two Bayer Tablets OF
Aspirin In four tablespoonfuls OF
water, and gargie throat thorough
" Repeat In two hours II necss-
sary. .l
Be sure you use only the genuine
Baysr Tablets ,of Aspirin. marksd
with the Bayer Cross, which can
Be had In tin boxes OF twelve tab-
lets Dor few cents,
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BARRIER OF SAFETY
LITTLE STORY OF A STORE ROMANCE
How Little "Gardenia" Found Out That a
Chance Acquaintance Isn't AL
ways Good One.
A STORE ROMANCE

again. Il never thought OF myself
ia sardenia." she replied.
"Cooi and sweet and q little.
precise" repeated the young man.
But with an elusive. haunting
charm-sardenia. I'm talking
about the flower" He smiled
teasingly at her. Don't be 20
shy with me. I'm a good fellow.
really. Just like one Of the boys
back home"
He ended by inviting her out to
the theater that evening. but
Zena declined. The older woman
, with whom she roomed had
warned her against familiarity
with customers. Keep your So
cial and business relations apart"
she had admonished. Don't &C.
cept advances across the counter.
You can choose your friends from
among the people you really know;
but your customers are strangers.
and would better remain 30. Keep
the store counter . barrier Of
safety"
zsna considered this good ad.
vice, but this young man at.
tracted her strongly. No doubt.
a. he had said. he was Q good fel-
low. She thought she had seen
enough Of the world to know an
honest man when she saw one
Although she did not believe his
story Of q broken bottle. That
was q little white lie, to be for
given because he had invented Il
a. an excuse to see her again.
And he kept his word. dropping
in every day to inquire about the
arrival Of Belot's goods.
Then the young man met her
outside the store entrance and
they walked to Zena's home to-
gether. And Zena capituiated.
There was an engagement made
for the next evening. Dinner and
the theater sfterward.
Zena sat up very late that
night furnishing her best gown
and hat. Goodbye until tomor-
row night. aFdenia." the man Of
her dreams had whispered at
parting, with q handclasp that
still thrilled In memory.
The next day Beiot's new goods
arrived and zena rearranged her
counter display.
Toward noon . young woman,
very blonde and very smartly
dressed, came to Zena's counter. =
Have you Belot's Gsrdeniaf'
she drawled. "oh. I'm SO giadl
It's horrid to have to wait for
one4 favorite perfume. Life has
seemed quite desoiate without It."
zana smiled ensasipsiy. II
understand. Madame"
Yes. You do look like an un-
derstanding person." said the
other. i've been % unfortunate.
My husband bought me a bottle
somewhere, the last bottle they
had. And he dropped II on the
~ay homel I actually cried, my
dear"
Zena's slim body stiffened. Her
eyes flashed upon the other wo-
mans shallow face with its com.
placent smirk and excessive
makeup. W.
"Can you imagine III The
last bottle--and he let II break
And I've been two whole weeks
without my precious perfume"
She lowered her voice conf
dentially. MY husband com.
pares me to q lGardenia. Cool
and sweet and elusive. he says.
Would you think me an that. my
dearf Sometimes he calls me
osrdenia on. he's q dear man.
So understanding"
- <I..ss-A
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appeared and
and controlled. through there was
Irenie made swift little move
ment with her hands.
"You needn't trouble to explain
this was the girl. Of course.
Anne Harding-you see. I know
all about her.. and the brother
isn't his name Tommy?"-a nasty.
mean little brute. from all &C
counts"
The Fortune Hunter began to
object. but she interrupted him
ruthlessly. Don't defend him.
I've never seen him in my life. but
I've heard q lot about him. Any
way. We won't argue
Well-Sou pulled him out Of the
river and went home with them
IL that TT"
Yes"
And she recognized you as
John Smith,"
Yes"
Go Be Continued Monday1
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y Ella Randall Pearce.

Dy AAA0 A~sSAs~AssA - ~~s
-E walked the length Of the
countef, where the perfum-
- cry and toilet goods were
displayed, and came back to Zena.
In his eyes was the look she often
saw in the eyes Of men; for Zena
was young, fresh looking and more
than commonly fair. And she had
a taking way. not too shy, not too
bold. but rather friendly and eager
to serve. She leaned forward now
with a ready smile in her eyes.
Have you Gardenia-Belot's?"
His glance fingered on Zena's pink
cheeks and warm yello& hair
coiled over her ears. II expect
surely to find It here" he added
sociably.
why, Of course. Extract or
toilet water?" Zena said ''of
course" promptly. but she knew
there was a shortage Of Belot's
goods. After she received her or
der she brought a bottle from the
shelf.
"In bet that's your last bot
tle." challenged the young man.
mo? Then I'll take two"
His eyes twinkled mischievousiy.
Zena lifted her brows with arch
ness. TT is the last bottle" she
admitted, but we have moro on
the way. Do you really want
twof I'll take your order"
"oh. I'll be back again" He
looked meaninsly into her eyes
and then at her soft. white throat
where faint flush was creeping
upward.
"Ill have to 60 slow with this
little dame" he reflected. But
she's q small town girl not away
from home very long"
He offered a few remarks while
waiting for his package and
change, and left with q lingering
backward glance.
Zena musingly set her stock in
order, for the hour was still early.
Nice looking fellow-if he isn't
too fresh. A little different from
the others. I think. And he rather
liked me. He'll come back. I'm
sorry Gardenia lasts so long"
She dreamily polished q bottle.
But r don't suppose the folks
who buy It are sorry. It's awfully
expensive Wonder whom he.
bought It forY'
ZenA thought often of her GUS
toner who had bought the last
bottle Of Gardenia In stock. And
then he came back. his eyes kind
ling at sight of her. = ,
A Didn't expect me 90 soonf" -
Didn't expect you at ALL"
flashed zena, emphasizing the
word expect" But the blue eyes
were encouraging.
How about that new ioe Of
GardeniaY"
1T isn't here yet" said Zena,
adding, with the sales persons
optimism. "Itn come any day
now" ...
Then I'll cali every day TIN It
does" His glance was reserved.
ly admiring. II met with an ac-
cident the other day" he told her.
Dropped that precious bottle Of
/, Belot's on my way home. It was
for my sister. you know"
zena didn't know, but she was
glad to hear II. "oh. that's too
bad" she sympathized. "And It's
so scarce"
He leaned nearer. ''Do you
know I've been thinking Of you"
he said, softly. You remind me
OF q gardenia yourself. 50 cool
and sweet. A little precise. too.
EhfsN tFft, -.
zena's delicate flush appeared
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seemed to be the most important
factor In the case, for IL she really
cared the Fortune Hunter was
shrewd enough to guess that moth.
ing could buy her silence.
He walked past the, Savoy en-
trance twice before he finally
squared his shoulders and turned
the courtyard, his head carried at
at rather q defiant angle and his
face a little pale.
There were q great many people
about, daintily-dressed women
who looked interestedly at him as
he stood hesitating in the entrance
uncertain as to his next move.
A porter approached diffidently.
Cant be Of any service to you.
sir?"
The Fortune Hunter started.
"Yes, at least-there Is q Miss
Claver staying here. I wish to
see her-my name 10 Smith,
haven't q card. but II you will
tell her-she is expecting me-"
IRENE CLAVER.
He spoke quite calmly. though
his :, pulses were racing; he
thought Of Anne, and her trust in
him, and for q moment something
seemed to tighten In his throat.
What would she think of him II
she could see him now7 The por-
ter was beside him again.
." That II Miss Claver on the
couch by the archway. SIR"
The Fortune Hunter turned
slowly and looked In the direction
Indicated,
So that was Irene Claver! He
was conscious Of an almost over.
whelming sense Of relief as he rec.
ognized the type Of woman with
whom he had to deal.
Handsome, well dressed, II a
little too flashily, with q rather
hard face. q little wearied in repose
T As II life had not gone too easily
for her.
She was smoking a cigarette In
. long. slender holder. and idly
turning the pages of q magazine.
The Fortune Hunter went for.
ward slowly till he stood beside
her. Miss Ciaver. I think?" ,
His voice was perfectly cool and
. little nervous pulse leaping in his
throat.
She nodded. "Yes-go onl Your
names not John Smith. Of course?"
The Fortune Hunter flushed at the
unexpected question. Does that
mattsrT' he asked evasiyeiy.
She shrugged her shoulders.
mot In. the least" she agreed.
please 80 on" He laushted self.
consciously.
"It win not sound very plaus.
ibie to you" he said. But It
all happened 10 naturally. ] landed
In England some weeks ago with
hardly q pound In my pocket, /
trampsd about the country, too
glad To be back home to think
seriously about finding work; not
that I'm found Of work-rve al
ways lived by my wits. The weath.
or was fine, and Z slept here, there
land eveSywhere-out Of doors in
barns, ana got my meals where I
could. Then . one day found
myself at q place on the river
called somerton--r'd never been
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Copyright, 1sfS, BY
The Wheeler Syndicate. Ino.
CONTINUED from Yesterday

(COnttnuod from YoeterdayJ
E<rsAY. what's upT" he
asked at last. "Is It
bad news?"
The Fortune Hunter reused him
self with an effort and rose. mo;
at least I've got to 60 to London.
Do you know how the trains gof
I want q fast one; it's urgent"
He picked UP the telegram and
went quickly back to the house,
Tommy struggling to keep up be-
side him, talking all the time.
'-There's one at IL; 1t only stops
once, at Slough. You can catch
that II you hurry. say, Is
there any answer for the boy?"
mo: tell him. will your must
run"
- The Fortune Hunter dashed off
to his room; he felt like a man in
. dream. Twelve o'clock! It was
q quarter to now-if he ran he
could Just reach the station In
time. In three minutes he was
out Of the house and running
along the road.
He called to Tommy as he
crossed the hall: "I'll be- back
about 6-sorry to dash off like
this; explain when come home"
Home! He had used the word
unconsciously; how dared he look
upon this place as his home. and
yet he knew that he did.
He reached the Setation breath
less and hot, to find Fernie on the
platform talking to the station
master. The Fortune Hunter
would have passed them. but Fer
ME stepped forward.
You need not have run 30
fast. Mr.. Smith," he said in
his aggravating. way. THE trains
10 minutes late today"
"Oh. indeed" The Fortune
Hunter took off. his hat and
wiped his hot face. Its warm
this morning." he said vaguely.
"Itu be warmer in town." old
Fernie said bluntly, and then,
after q moment, he added: Are
you coming back to Somerton,
Mr.. Smith?"
The Fortune Hunter turned
around slowly, the hot blood
rushing painfully to his face;
there had been an unmistakable
meaning in the slowly-spoken
question. and he broke out saw
agely: What the devil do you
msan?"
Fernie spread his hands depre-
catingly. -
"only what I said! Are you
coming back to Somerton2 No
harm in q question like that,
surely"
"It would be better for you
II you learned to, mind your own
business" the Fortune Hunter
answered sharply.
He was angry with himself
for his loss of temper; but he
fully realized now that his feel
ing that this man was his enemy
was real, and not imagined. Fer
ME hated him; but why he could
not guesa-
Not that It troubled him 40
lively; there were too many
other shadows across his life
already to make this one poig.
nant. He turned his back on the
old man and paced up and down
the platform, his thoughts racing
ahead to the moment when he
would be in London and face
20 face with Irene Claver.
What a position! What an i'm.
possible situationl Surely 1t had
never been equalled off the stage.
He laughed with bitter mirth.
then sobered again in anguish
as he thought Of Anne.
He chafed against the delay
Of the train; his bad luck was
tripping him up again; suppos-I
ing he reached the hotel and
found that Irene Claver had sonei
A thousand and one possibilities
crowded before him.; supposing
she kept her word and went to
somerton't supposins she met
Annsf
II The sweat broke out on his face
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white-faced girl gripping the
counters edge with cold fingers.
One Of the other saleswomen
drifted along.
"Your hew display looks good.
zena." she remarked. Don't you
adore Gardeniaf"
''oardeniaf I hate itr' mum
bled zena, he1 long lashes hiding
the tears In her eyes. But she
stili gripped the edge Of the
counter, her barrier Of safety.