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81 only hope and pray. for all ouI
sakes, that you will find him." she re.
piled. but if. indeed. he has been be.
trayed into such an awful crime, dc
not think you will find him."
why not, Miss Reed? But think
] know. What is in~your mind has al
ready passed through my own. Thu
thought of suicide"
She nodded and put her handker
chief TO her eyes.
Mark Brendon thanked her for her
information and repeated his growing
conviction that the subject of the 4
speech had probably committed sui
eide. e.
For two days the detective remained
at Paignton and devoted alLhis energy,
invention and experience TO. the task
of discovering the vanished men.
Then Brendon prepared. to return
to Princetown. He wrote his intention
to Mrs. Pendean and informed her
that he would visit Station Cottages
on the following evening. 1t happened,
however. that his letter crossed an
other and his plans were altered, for
Jenny Pendean had already left
Princetown and joined Mr.. Bendigo
Redmayne at his house. Grows
Nest" beyond Dartmouth. She wrote !:
MY uncle has begged me to come
and L was thankful to do so. have
to tell youthat Uncle Bendiso received
a letter yesterday from his brother
Robert. / begged him to let me send
it to you instantly. but he declines
Uncle Bendigo is on Captain Rel
mayne's side l can see. He would not,
l am sure. do anything to interfere
with the law, but he is convinced thar
we do not know all there is to be told
about this terrible thing. The motor
boat from Crows Nest will be "a;
Kingswear Ferry to meet the train
reaching there at o'clock tomorrow
and l hope you may still be at Paign-
ton and able to come here for few
hours"
She added a word Of thanks to hin
and regret that his holiday was be.
ing spoiled by her tragedy.
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him competent at such work, he donnet
overalls, girded his tools about him anS
set out to find a job. The question
where to go was simple; blind man
could have answered it, if he were not
! also deaf, as buildings were in process
OF construction on all sides.
The job-huntcr applied at several
places. Yes, bricklayers were needed
at some places they were needed badly.
Yes, job was waiting for him. But,
by the way. where was his card? Card
What did they mean, card? Why,
the "simp"! Union card, of course. He
had to confess that he had no union
card. "Then get out!'
1t was the same story wherever he
went. At one place bricllayers were
needed so badly that he was ordered
to get to work quick, and lose no time
about it. Then, as an after thought,
came the fatal test: Buddy, let's take
a look at your card" No card? The
insulting impudence. the brazen effron.
terry, of the cuss! No card!
Finally it dawned upon the job-hunter
that the quickest way to end his quest
would be to "join up" and thus procure
a card. In pursuance of that bright
idea he applied for membership in the
bricklayers' union--and, Of course, the
magic card.
All right: where was he. employed?
Nowhere. What! Not employed any
where' Then he wasn't eligible for
membership he couldn't get a card. To
get card he must first get" job, and
then be recommended by two card
equipped men in good standing.
Thus the job-hunter' was "up against
it for fair. He couldn't get a lob with
out card, and he couldn't get a card
without job.
F.. Possibly there was some flaw in the
job-hunters system of search. How
ever, if there be any truth at all in his
story, the essential element is that he
couldn't get job where workers were
sorely needed-and that alone is sad
commentary upon any system that
makes such conditions possible.
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dows that blinked out over the Chan
mel. 1t rose to u tower room in the
midst. and before the front there
stretched plateau, whereon stood a
flagstaff and spar, from the point OF
which fluttered n red ensign.
The motor launch SLOWED down and
presently grounded her bow on the
pebbles. Then DOria stopped the en-.
CINE, flung gapgway stage ashore,
and stood by to- hand Jenny Pendean
and the detective to the beach. The
place appeared to have no exit but,
behind u ledge of rock, stairs carved
in the stone wound upward, guarded
by an iron handrail. Jenny led the
way and Mark followed her until
two hundred steps were climbed and
they stood on the terrace above.
:. 1t was fifty yards long and covered
with sea gravel. Two little brass can
no thrust their muzzles over the para.
pet to seward and the central space
of grass about the lfagpole was neat
ly surrounded with a decoration Of
scallop shells.
"Could anybody but an old sailor
have created this placer" asked BreD
don.
A middleaged man with a tele-
scope under his arm came along the
terrace to greet them. Bendigo Red
mayne was square and solid with the
cut of the sea about him. His I'm
covered head blazed with flaming,
close-clipped hair and he wore also
a short. red beard and whiskers grow
ing grizzled. Bunt his long upper
lip was shaved. He had weather.
beaten face-ruddy and deepening TO
purple about the cheek bones = with
eyebrows, rough as bent grass, over
deep-set sulRy eyes of reddish brown.
His mouth was UNDERLYING. giving him
a pugnacious and badtempered ap-
pearance. Nor did his looks appear
to libel the old sailor. To Brendon,
at any rate, he showed at first no
very great consideration.
"You've come see," he said, shab
ing hands. mo news?"
"None, Mr.. Redmayne."
swell. well! To think Scotland
Yard can't find poor soul that's
gone off his rocker."
"You might have helped us to do
so," said Mark shortly. "if it's true
that you've had letter from your
brother"
I'm doing it, amt I? It's here
for you."
"You've lost two days.
CONTINUED In Our Next Issue.)
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CHAPTER Nv.
a fine

A motorboat Ia yoff Kingswear Fer
~ when Mark Brendon arrived.
She was painted white and furnish
ed with teak. Her brasses and mach
inery ,glittcred the engines and steer
ing wheel were set forward, while
aft of the cabins and saloon an anvil
ing was rugged the stern. The
solitary sailor who controlled the
launch was in the act of furling this
protection against the sun as Mark
descended to the water; and while
the man did so, Brendon's eyes bright
ened for passenger already occupied
the boat; woman sat there and he
saw Jenny Pendean.
The boat was speedy and she soon
slipped out between the historic cas-
ties that stood on either bank of the
entrance to the harbor.
Mrs. Pendean pointed to the man
in the bows. He sat upright with
his back to them at the wheel for
ward. He had taken off his hat and
was singing very gently to himself
but hardly loud enough to be heard
against the drone of the engines. His
song was from an early opera OF
Verdi.
Have you noticed that man"
Mark shook his head.
"He is an Italian. He comes from
Turin but has worked in England for
some time"
She called to the boatman.
"Stand out mile or so. Doria, ~
she said. 81 want Mr.. Brendon to see
the coast line"
"Aye, aye, ma'am," he answered
and altered their course for the open
sea.
He had turned at Jenny Pendean's
voice and shown Mark brown. bright,
clean-shorn face of great beauty.
Giuseppe Doria has a wonderful
story about himself" continued Mrs.
pendean. Uncle Ben tells me that
he claims descent from very an
cient family and is the last of-thc
Dorias of forget-some place nea'
,Nentimglia.
The boat turned west presently.
passed n panorama of cliffs and little
bays with sandy beaches, and anon
skirted higher and sterner precipiccs,
which leaped six hundred feet aloft.
Perched among them like n bird's
nest stood a small house with win
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Poets Corner
Discomfort.

I'm sick of life" said the Esouimau
Spitz,
TOT being coddled by human half-wits
AS guest of honor at afternoon teas
l must do stunts for the ladies, please
On silken cushions l lie like log
Oh. how / envy that alley dog;
I'd give my pedigree if / were
That dingy looking yellow cur.
What fun to make the air resound
With the yelps and whines of some
old hound:
To bite some fleas by the light of the
IHOOn
And make them hop to my scratch
jazz tune.
What fun to sneak down the street
|, alone
In a garbage can find nice, ripe
bone:
For patrician blood feels the lure of
strife.
It's the alley dog that knows real life !
Il must endure the same OH rite
OF baths and rides from morn till.
night;
And listen to the same old CUFF !.
That 'muvver's tootsie, wootsie' ytuff.
Most any day. 1 have a bunch,
They'll hook me up to that Mayfiowcr
bunch.
To some ancient kind that freed a
flock
Of turkey buzzards on Plymouth Rock.
THE hours drag as through the glass
l watch the dogs of dogdom pass; i.
But of them all l wish 1 were =
That dirty, happy yellow cur. %
Twas bitter fruit passed down to Inc
Which grew on that ancestral tree.
I'd like to fight when / dine and sup
One hundred per cent American pup -
I'm sick of life." said the yellow cur.
"A constant round Of fights, us it
were.
"a like to be that Esquimau Spitz
with the perfumed baths and the coat
that fits.
He rides in an auto through the park
While l can only stand and bark.
have no rights under canine laws
For 1 don't know who my grandpap
was.
Il wish l had an ugly mug,
Or q face that aches like a pedigreed
pug.
l can truly say without conceit
I'm better looking than most l meet:
But it cuts no ice with the dog catcher
man
For / take my lunch from a garbage
can;
! have no collar or silk apparel
Just resident of the old trash
BARREL"
Poor, foolish, disconnected pups.
One wants TO fight when he dimes and
Sups;
The other Graves to eat in state
VI costly food from costly plate,
While neither of the puppies dreams
That life is ever what it seems;
That if he try can drink his fill
VI deep content and joy-still
We can't expect the dogs to know
More sense than human beings show.
Nellie Sutliff.
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A Puzzle a Day

A certain number may be divided
into four. equal parts. The first part
must be 500 times, the second 400
times, the third 40 times as great as
the smallest number. Can you dis
cover q number that may be thus di-
vided? More than one result is pos
sible.
Yesterdays answer:
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AN "UNEDUCATED' WORLD.

This is the season Of the year when
school authorities the world over talk
and write of "the value OF education
without discounting in the least the
Merits OF IAN education in the case OF
gny given individual, one might point
out with all its superior educational
sacilities the world is in more trouble
sodav than it has experienced in any
sther ,agc Education is supposed to
sDcll civilization, and civilization is sup
Sosed to manifest itself in reason-in
g development OF the mind along log
I'll lines. as contra-distinguished from
.S~Dression of human nature through
Primitive instincts. Yet the world of
N"ay is animated by passion and pref
-.
3 What is the answer: Has education,
= tie broadest sense, failed as a facil-
81 genuine civilization?
Icrsons who believe that education is
q sovereign remedy for troubles trace
cole to human depravity may find the
answer in the fact that there is Woe
:fulslack of coordination betweens what
tthe. individual, detached from the mass,
as. taught, and what humanity in gen
feral continues to practice in the field
.of public affairs.
K The Individual is taught certain "eter-
nal principles" Many of them arc in
the form OF proverbs. He believes in
Chem, and tries to practice them in his
own affairs. Yet an entire community,
fstate or nation, in its political, sociolog-
Zeal or governmental activities, may vio-
late those principles with IMMUNITY. and
nobody questions the education" OF
those who have thus trampled the law
of truth. Peoples are prone to forget,
or to disregard, that they are merely
Taggregations OF individuals.
4 1t costs much money to maintain ed
ucational institutions. Men who have
sought through the records of the ages
for wisdom are paid regularly to ex-
pound, for example, the laws of eco
monies. Yet the nation, as a whole
Violates many OF those laws by the sim
pie process of enacting statutes of con-
'trary import.
There are great educational institu-
.tions in France, in England, in Ger.
many, and in other European countries
where principles as old as man arc
taught from year to year to millions
of students. Yet many Of those princi
pies are wantonly violated in the rela
lions between. the nations that maintain
such institutions.
ia Now and then an individual appear.
vxito makes modest appraisal of him
self He may occupy a high govern
mental post; when he protests to friend
that he is not great man, really. bu
ts.smerely trying to bring about an un
Outstanding among men, the world ap
Plauds him. His modesty, his lack o
lsgotism, the world says, is evidence o
his greatness,
= Yet the world makes little effort It
Emulate the quality which it professe
70 admire in such man. Howeve
numerous may be the citizens of an,
aation who do not overrate their per
Spnal value, there seems to be no ma
hon that is not, as a nation, Athlete,
Nth egotism.
Ills an egotistical nation truly educat
4,ia Is the world truly educated whe
IL rabandons the eternal principles
Which individuals are taught at grea
Educational institutions, and bases in
traational relationships upon primitiv
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THE BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD.

The muffled drums sad roll has beat
The soldiers last tattoo;
No more on Life's parade shall meet
That brave and fallen few.
On Fame's eternal camping-ground
Their silent tents are spread
And Glory guards. with solemn round,
The bivcuac Of the dead
No rumOr of the foes advance
Now swells upon the wind
No troubled thought at midnight haunts
OF loved ones left behind:
No vision of the morrows strife
The warriors dream alarms
No braying horn nor screaming fife
AT dawn shall call to arms.
Their shivered swords are red with rust
Their plumed heads are bowed;
Their naughty banner, trailed in dust,
Is now their martial shroud
And plenteous funeral tears have washed
The red stains from each brow,
And the proud forms. by battle gashed,
Are free from anguish now.
The neghing troop, the flashing blade.
The buglc's stirring blast,
The charge, the dreadful cannonade,
The din and shout, are past;
Nor wars wild note nor glory's peal
Those breasts that nevermere may feel
The rapture Of the fight.
Like the fierce northern hurricane
That sweeps his great plateau,
Flushed with. the triumph yet to gain,
Came down the serried foe.
Who heard the thunder of the fray
Break DER the field beneath,
And well the watchword of that day
Was Victory or Death"
Long had the doubtful conflict ragged
Der all that stricken plain,
For never fiercer fight had waged
The yengeful blood of Spain;
And still the storm of battle blew,
Still swelled the CORY tide;
Not long. our stout old chieftain knew,
Such odds his strength could bide.
Twas in that hour his stern command
Called to a martyrs grave
The flower Of his beloved land,
The nations flag to save.
By rivers of their fathers gore
His first-born laurels grew,
And well he deemed the sons would pour
Their lives for glory too.
Full many a norther's breath has swept
Ger Angostura's plain.
And long the plying sky has wept
Above its mouldered slain.
The ravens scream, or eagles flight,
Or shepherds pensive lay.
Alone awakes each sullen height
That frowned DER that dread fray.
Sons of the Dark and Bloody Ground,
Ye must not slumber there
Where stranger steps and tongues resound
Along the needless air.
Your own proud lands heroic soil
Shall be your filter grave:
She claims from war his richest spoil
The ashes of her brave.
Thus meath their parent turf they rest,
Far from the CORY field,
Borne to a Spartan mothers breast
On many bloody shield;
The sunshine of their native sky
Smiles sadly on them here,
And kindred eyes and hearts watch by
The heroes sepulchre.
Rest on. embamed and sainted dead!
Dear as the blood we gave;
No impious footstep here shall tread
The heritage of your grave;
Nor shall your glory 1e forgot
While Fame her record keeps,
Or Honor points the hallowed spot
Where Valor proudly sleeps.
Yon marble minstrel's yoiceless stone
In deathess song shall tell,
When many vanished age hath flown,
The story how We fell;
Nor wreck, nor change, nor winters bligl
Nor Times remorseless doom,
Shall dim one ray of glory's light
That gilds your deathless tomb.
Theodore OHara.
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Turkey has decided not to demobilize
her army until the allies get out of Con-
stantinople. Can it be the Turks are
suspicious?
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Yesterdays answer:

The drawing shows the correct
letters in the squares (although other
combinations of letters are possible).
The words formed are: slots, spots,
stops, lop, lot, tot, pot and top.
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Where to Go
Motion Pictures.

Molten Pictures.
Palace-"Three Wise Fools"
Empire II homas Meighan. in
"Homeward Bounl."
Princess-Reginald Denny in "The
Abysmal Brute"
Royal-"The Birth Of Nation"
Rialto-Viola Dana in June Mad
ness"
Musical Comedy.
Grand-Iimmic "Slats" Allard in
The Sea Captain"
Baseball.
League Park: San Antonio VS.. Gal
weston; game called at 4.
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A PLAINTIFFS PSALM.

Come unto us, Oh Lord, and be Thop
near.
Great need of Thee have we in our
sorrows here.
We would not ASH that Thou make
them go,
Just be by us, Thine aid to give;
That we may ever feel that we must.
live, y =
For n nilsson must we have,
Or Thou would'st not have sent us1
here; :.
And since we are in Thy presence, for
some purpose to be,
May we merit such aid as comes
from thee.
Thou knowest our trials, temptations
too,
Wounds that go deep, and leave their
mark.
Though our way be very bleak,
Help us believe as, we climb life's
mountain peak,
That Thou art ever ready to aid the
weak.
Ever to Thee, they of right belong,
And in the march of the triumphant
song,
May they be in the chorus-and pass
along.
ALvAH f. AINSWORTH.
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ALyAH f. AINSWORTH

Dealer Ito impecunious client, to whom
he sold n horse some weeks before)-
You still like him? Purchaser-Nery
much; but he ought to carry his head
higher. Dealer-I expect he'll do that all
right when he's paid for.-Punch.
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The Cordova daily times., 1923-02-24
PARENTS SEND SON TO PRISON
 FOR FORGERY
Youth Scorned Advice of Parents Who Invoke
 the Law TWO YEARS FOR FORGERY Drew Checks on Father; Persisted in Keeping
 Bad Company

KANSAS CITY, Mo-, Feb. 24.-They stood in the almost deserted court room-the four members of a little family-while one of the strangest scenes that ever took place within the walls of a courthouse was enacted. For father and mother were send ing their boy to the penitentiary-"f his own salvation," they told the court.
 Claire Branson, 19 years old, today is behind the grim walls of the Mis- souri penitentiary serving two-year sentence for forging his fathers name to two checks.
 Law Invoked
 Over and over again he visualizes the scene in the Jackson County Grim inal Court, when his father and moth CT turned him over to the law On one side of him stood his father, sad faced and with downcast eyes; on the other his gray-haired mother, the wells of her faded eyes dried up after years of weeping over the wayward- ness of her "baby." Behind him, as
The Cordova daily times., 1923-02-24

he faced the judge, was an older broth CT, who had spent many sleepless nights searching for the prodigal who would not remain at home.
 not be father and mother He is our youngest, and we have failed. Take him." the parents said to the law And the law took him. Almost from infancy Claire had been willful and headstrong. When he grew toward manhood time and again he forged the name of his father to check after check He got into other trouble and preferred the companionship of crim- inals and dissolute characters to the society of his parents and the com fortable home they provided for him. Again and again the father reasoned with the boy, while the mother, red eyed from weeping, pleaded with him to abandon his evil associations. The youth turned a deaf ear to all pleas. Finally, again he forged his fathers name to two checks totalling $2O
 Parents Helpless
 In the quiet of their home, while the boy ran the streets, the parents communed together and decided that to save him from himself and break the influence that was about him they would send him to prison.
 We've done the best we could for him." the mother said. "We feel that he can't have any worse associates where he is going than he has had
 So the father swore out a warrant against his own son, and he was ar rested. Defiantly the boy pleaded gull ty when arraigned and was sentenced to the "gray, grim walls"
 A minute later the boy had been led away. His parents and brother quietly left the courtroom. Through out the ordeal they had not spoken and had not shown any outward sign of emotion. But in the hallway the mothers eyes filled with tears. After all, he was her "baby," and the law had taken him.