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BIZ EIenOre Meheri1o

'Help me-give me strength. God,
give me strength!
She went feeling along the wall,
pausing every moment, raising
her head and inhaling laboriously
as though her thought were
drowning.
At the door she stumbled. But
she recovered quickly and smiled.
Her face utterly white, she smiled
vaguely and murmured: No
don't! Don't stumble. You're
strong. Hurry Oh. Lord-Lofd
God, let me hurry"
She reached the kitchen. Noise
lessly. She said: Judith
Judith sprang about as though
an apparition stood at the thresh-
hold-an apparition with red hair
flung back from that face so ut
terly whitehall pale face with
1.-THE eyes dark and smouldering
and tortured like stars burning.
With a pleading cry, Judith
rushed toward her, arms out
spread.
Judith's Plea
Sandy lodged. She chung to a
chair-clung bitterly: Don't, Jul
dith! know"
On the table was a newspaper
the morning paper. She reached
out and grabbed It. Judith would
have taken 1t. Judith pleaded:
"Oh, go back to bed, Sandy-oh.
what does this mean! Give me the
paper, Sandy dear-oh, please"
But Sandy held the wrinkled
sheet in thin. frenzied hands. She
looked at Judith, her mouth out
lined in agony: Don't fight me,
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win stop me. oh. him! Oh,
Half blinded, her thought pelt-
ing out in mad prayers, Judith
brought clothes to Sandy. She
said, sobbing: "I won't stop
you =" And her heart urged
flamingly: "Oh, hurry-yes-let
us hurry-get there today-be-
fore the end. Dear God, help
us!'
Frenzied Joy
Judith ran down the road. In
the neighboring house, half a
mile distant, they had an automo-
bile. Oh, let God be good for this
once-just this once. Let the car
be there-let the man drive them.
Pay him; oh, pay him thousands
of dollars-mortgage the rest Of
her life away"
And she laughed crafty. She
said aloud: Saved - oh, he's
saved!' Tears rushed down her
cheeks.
Once she had to stop-get a
breath-put down this suffoca-
LlOn. IL WOuluH Dc 100 AdlS:
They couldn't finish it-oh, not
this soon
Her thought spready mighty
pinions and on these Sandy and
she went flying northward-on
these they had already reached
the courtroom
Sandy sat on the edge on the
bed. She said again and again:
Help mel can make it! will
make it. Oh, lord OF heaven,
help me now! For once-for once
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HERE'S FOXY GRANDPA'S STORY

thousands of soldiers to protect
them and fight for their safety,
and there are thousands of work
ers who do the building and keep
1t in repair. The queen lays
thousands of eggs every day. and
these workers take care of the
eggs when they turn into grubs.
They even wash and feed them"
what do they live on?" asked
Bobby.
"On dead wood" replied the
little rabbit. That's the reason
they're SO bad when they get into
a house, because they'll eat up
the furniture and books and just
leave a thin shell of wood or
paper behind them"
"Never saw such a big ant-hill
in all my life," exclaimed Bobby.
"You will be- surprised when l
tell you that church, a. parson-
age house and a schoolroom were
once built of the clay slabs cut
from the walls of one single Ter
mite nest"
Bunny put on his hat and
hoped on. The lecture was fin
ished. ...- =. .- ,.-....t
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! let me win. You owe 1t to me.
God Of heaven, you owe It to
mev'
The words Of the newspaper
went before her minds eyes in
letters of flame. Death PEN
aIty''-for him!
She saw, as Judith had seen,
the rope about his neck. She
shuddered, hiding her face In her
hands. Not for him-he who had
stopped so joyously-who had put
his lips so sweetly on hers that
night they stood on the porch,
the hydrangeas blooming behind
them
Then she recalled the Sunday
after Ramon's visit when she
told Douglas she must go away
she was going away and leave
him. The way he came up to
her, all youth and ardent tender
ness, putting his arms so pro-
tectingly about her-calling her
a dear beautiful thing that he
might care for: that he wouldn't
let venture forth alone--ah, no,
he'd go and take care OF her
And then it was that hour or
anguish when he carried her IN
his strong, young arms-carried
her down those miles OF steps.
all the while saying frenzied, low
ing things
Some one had seen them-seen
him leaning over her, lifting
her
And so they put murder on
him. This was what she brought
to him.
She sank on her knees. She
prayers than Sandy had ever Of
fered misunderstanding, humble
prayers-"Oh, God, If you are
good you'll help me now-I'Il
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES at
all-Ill die, o, Lord, if you'll do
AS though God must surely
lean from heaven--there must
be God somewhere to listen when
hearts are breaking and calling
out in agony!
Judith came up. She went up
and swept Sandy in her arms.
She said Historically, Come!
take us! Oh, Sandy"
CHAPTER 113
LIE begged Ema to stay away.
n But she came. She came
every day. arriving hours before
the sessions opened. imagining
she helped him when she sought
his hand.
Now. at a phrase from the
prosecutor, she covered her face.
Everyone heard her soft, broken
cry-heard it and shuddered.
Gentlemen of the jury, Cyou
have a very simple case to de
cide-a perfect case of circum-
stantial- evidence. You have all
stated under oath that you have
no prejudice against circumstan-
tial evidence-that you would
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; Jude Let me be! /
know Let me ber'
And she smoothed the paper.
Affecting words leaped out like
clubs. Trial closing conviction
Douglas Keith death PEN
Atty"
The paper dropped from her
hand. For a moment she stood
breathless, spots Of red like little
disks frightened her cheeks.
Come with me. jude" she said,
painting. You'll have to come
with me-hurry!"
She put out her hand.
Judith caught 1t. Judith put
her arm about Sandy's waist.
She half lifted her to the room.
ooh, no-I'm not going back
to bed, Jude. Don't force me,
Jude-get my clothes. Oh,
judith may be too late"
Judith wrapped her arms about
Sandy then and wept. "What
do you know, Sandy, dear? Oh,
dear God, what do you know?
You can't do thing - not a
thing. You'll only kill
yourself. You only risk your
life."
''Oh, tell me a better way to
risk it, Jude. You would have
let this, too, come to me.
Jude-get my clothes.
She became suddenly ! calm.
She said, quietly: "Oh-now I
remember where they are. ."
You can't stop me, Judith. I'm
going up there to him. I'm
going to him. -" Nothing
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ing his way with his feet, his
hand sliding along the single
rail, he descended. Then in an
instant the thing happened.
His hand, slipping silently down
the rail, encountered another
hand cropping silently up the rail.
This sudden encounter, in the
impenetrable darkness. of flesh
with flesh. sent shock of fear
and horror through all his being
as if II were supernatural
occurrence.
But the next moment he felt
the grip of fingers entirely ma
teriaI sinking into his throat,
and it required all his strength
to tear away this sinewy, tigerish
grip. Backing up the steps one
by one he didn't know
what further might Turk in the
dark pit of the cellar
he fought with the unseen thing.
AS he fought, he gained knowl-
edge that he was fighting a
being slighter than himself, but
something all muscle and sin
uosity, like gigantic cat. 1t
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Sandy turned her fingers and
scrutinized them as a baby does.
She pursed her lips. Finally
she smiled. 81 want so to be
loved, Judith, and in all the
world there's only you who cages.
Yes-only you. Isn't this a
strange way for persons life
20 end?''
ooh, your life,s not ended"
1.-THE joy of it is: wonder
how I CHANGED to go the way I
did. Judith, isn't it rather cruel
that we have no sure Wayne
light along our path-none at
. ''Ah, you don't answer, Jude
you just stand there and can
see sorrow in your face. You
think I'm to blame. that 1
went wrong from the beginning
Il let myself be showed into
things ;. =. Wasn't 1t fatal err
ror! II I'd ever stopped to rea-
son 1t / would have known /
didn't want marriage then-that
degrading kind of a marriage
-. 1 should have known what I
wanted-had some kind Of pur-
pose-some kind of goal. If any
one had held up a torch that
would have shown me myself
=. and l wouldn't haYe fallen
for Isabel's hypocrisy. That's
all it was. but she didn't know it
Isabel gave me nothing a de-
cent person could accept and
just floundered about. having
nothing better within myself
oh, Judith. say something
"You say you want light
along the path-but what differ
ence would it make? Would that
have brought you surely to hap
piness?"
Il know what you mean! All,
+Jude-you had a light You
always stood out for the best YOU
knew, and what do you. get and
what does Douglas get? All be-
cause of me? So no one goes
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our steamer arrived at Bonn
" bay, India, and we drove in
an American automobile to the
hotel. Upon opening the door OF
our room. Bobby took a look at
the bed and then looked up In my
face in surprise.
What are they for, Foxy
Grandpa?" asked the boy, point
ing to the four bowls filled with
water in which each Of the four
feet of the bedstead stood. rs it
to keep the bed cool?" asked the
little fellow.
l laughed and replied:
mo, it's to keep the white ants
from climbing up into the bed"
Ugh" shivered Bobby.
You needn't mind" ex-
planned. They climb up the bowl
and then are drowned before they
can get up on the bed"
TOO bad for the ants" MUIR
INJURED Bobby, "but I'm just as
glad they can't SWIM"
They are such wonderful lit
tie creatures, too,' | went on,
Bunny, who until now had said
nothing, shook his head and an
nounced: ........ -. .... ,..- $780,.
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NOW CONTINUE

and fixed her carefully so that no
one would ever know she had
been out of it. He looked at her
again, bright in the circle Of the
small flashlight. surrounded by
the great rim of the encircling
darkness. What a queer fate
was this young girls
sought for murder by the police,
lying drugged in the burial case
OF an Egyptian princess 5000
years old. Well, it was his bust
ness to act, and act promptly, not
PHILOSOPHERS He kissed Kath-
leenss pale forehead and her folded
hands. then, listening carefully at
the door first, went softly out into
the dark hall.
Knowing something of the
geography of the house now, he
rapidly made his way down to
the first floor, over to the dusty
little conservatory and to the
door which led down into the
cellar He would make his way
through the cellar back to the
kitchen, try to get through 1t un-
noticed and out the kitchen door
the same way that he had
come in.
The little conservatory was still
grayly sprayed with light that
came through the grimy. windows.
The door that opened into the
cellar stood out darkly in the
wall. He opened this very silently
and very silently closed it after
him, stepping down the stairway
into the pit of darkness. He
didn't dare use his flash, for he
didn't know what might occupy
the cellar. The Chinaman might
sleep there. Step by step, feel
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M ystery, Low e
and Thrills
Galore

the room, going smoothly OUT AZ
his feItssoled slippers.
DIR. Cressy drew aside the cur
tain and slipped into the room.
There was another velour cur
tanned entrance on the other SIDE
he would quickly get through TINS
door before the person Tor whom
the fire had been lit came ~
there must be some front exit
from the house door or win.
dows IN the room just Pc
yond this.
But when he was almost at the
far entrance, he knew ne was
too late. Already voices SOUNDED
from the room he would nave
entered, and near at hand: he
would not ever have time to re-
cross the wide room with tnea
burning fire, and get back to the
darkened room out OF which ne
had come. He looked about nm
desperately. Beside him was
huge chest Of Oriental Workman
shin whose red lacquer was al
ready beginning to chip off with
ace He pulled at the lid. It
Iifted without more ado he rolled
himself into the chest and pulleda
the TOP softly down. At the mos
nent he did so he could hear
the rings Of the velour curtains
clink on their rod as they Weret
n,llIed wide apart. He could hear
the footsteps Of two persons
then the voices of two men. One
of the voices he recognized with
q tnump Of his heart as that q
Lecay. IT was saying:
Holding Out
aI've just been out shutting up
and counting the cases. Less than
hair delivered. I wonder IL PedrO's
holding out on us2 All Chan said
he left nurriedly while he was in
side getting him q drink Of wa
ter
.Oh, welI.' ct was q deeper.
heavier voice answering. II sup
nose he is holding out but
ii this business we cant keep too
accurate count! Better let EN-
put something over on you once
in q while than get sore ana
turn Government evidence. =
There was q moments silences
then the same voice asked:
Have you loaded UP for the re-
turn frip?'
How do / know when I'll make
the return trfp2p Lecay's voice
was rasping and impatient. Be
sides. there's enough slowed ia
the lower fiat to keep the joint
running for three months. Why
bother about getting UP more
when Wesves got more important
things to think Off
Hasn't the girl come to YETI
fIo Be Continued Tomorrow.l
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II hope to be able to show you
one Of their nests while we are
over here. Their architecture is
very fine"
Bobby winked at me and I
winked at Bobby.
1t was not long after that when
we were outside of the city that
Bunny stopped us and pointing
to a mound a little distance eff
remarked in his most dignified
manner:
Here is an example of archi-
lecture in which / am sure you
will be interested"
Now If this mound was an
inch high it was without a doubt
IL or IA feet, and it was made
Of clay, which looked very firm
and substantial.
We stood before it for a mo.
ment, and as we looked on the
ground We saw hundreds of little
creatures which certainly looked
like ants running in and out of
this mound.
White ants" I said.
That's what they're called"
explained Bunny, but they are
really a kind of fly. Students OF
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By Stella Wynne
Whose Stories of Mystery AMI
Love Are Causing Wide
spread Comment

Tt seemed as If some dim mean
Ing must have reached her spirit,
for she sighed, and a little shiver
ran through her but the
next instant her deep sleep was
going on unbroken. Whatever OF
her subconscious his voice or
touch reached, all her conscious
ness was frozen hard above It,
like ice frozen still and white
over the living stream beneath.
It was useless, he realized hope
lessly. The drug, whatever IT
was. was a powerful thing and
held her firm in its talons. He
mustn't waste any more time;
somebody might come up. He
must escape from the house as
speedily as possible without any
one knowing he had ever en-
tered it, get to his coupe, race to
San Geronimo, come back with q
sheriff and posse and rescue Kath-
leen. This, he was practical
enough to realize, would be a POI
lite thing, too, to do. Any pub
hcity resulting from 1t could not
but react in her FAVOR. The world
would know she had been mys-
teriousIy abducted. she had not
voluntarily run away when &C
cused of numbering her fiance.
And in the trial to come, she
would surely need all the SYM
pathy she could get.
He lifted the girls inert body
back into its strange receptacle
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seemed to leap, to strike, to vi
brate like a flame. Still, he was
sure his steady blows were over
coming it. He reached the top
of the stairs and careened heavily
against the door, which, in his
carefulness to make no noise, he
had not quite latched. 1t flew
open and he fell through back
wards into the conservatory. He
had just time to see a hand
shoot out, thin and yellowish
brown, and the door close. He
leaped for the knob but
he was only in time to hear a
bolt drawn on the other side.
This was followed by the turning
Of a key.
Attacked!
His clothes torn, his throat ach.
ing, the physician stared at the
blank door. He felt like man
who had stepped unaware into
the den Of a savage animal.
What had he encountered? Was
it the Chinaman? If it had been
would he not have made some
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outcry, some call for help? He
had an idea that the thing was
as DESTROYS of preserving the
silence as he was himself. Was
there, perhaps, a .robber in the
old house that night? Well, what
ever the cellar contained, it had
effectively barred him from get
ting out that way.
As his wits cleared. he felt
stronger than ever the immedi-
ate necessity Of getting help for
Kathleen. He moved over and
felt the conservatory windows.
Soft spider webs, disturbed. chung
round his fingers. The windows
were merely panes Of glass, in
tended to let In the sun. but not
to be opened. They were so
small that even breaking one
would only arouse the house
without letting him out. He must
find another exit.
He went into the hall again.
On the other side OF the hall
were ioorways. He chose one
almost opposite the stairway he
had gone up earlier, opened 1t
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softly and let himself into a.
dark room. He must exercise
the utmost caution here, for it
was upon this floor that he had
seen lights when standing out
side. He didn't dare use his
flash even for a second. He
shuffled slowly across the room.
holding his hands before him
to avoid humping into the fur
niture.
At the far side Of the room
was what he made out to be
a heavy porter Of velour. This
draped the entrance into the
next room. He was just about
to pull it aside and cross the
second room when he heard a
noise and stood still. Shutting,
padded footsteps came down the
center of the room he had been
on the verge of entering.
He heard a match struck, then
the peculiar little "pIop" a gas
jet gives on being lighted. A
gentle radiance Immediately APP
peared around the edge Of the
velour curtain, the room he was
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wrong alone dragged you
with me :.
Judith stopped down hastily and
kissed her. She raised Sandy and
for an instant put her arms about
her.
you've been crying, Jude"
You make me cry. I'm glad
to be here with you -. do love
you, Sandy"
Then Sandy said: 'If he would
come to see me just once, jude
just once. Will you give this
letter to Hal? have it under
my pillow"
Judith took the letter. She
stuck it in her pocket.
Sunday, she didn't give it to
him, knowing that he'd have no
chance to pass it to Douglass.
Monday morning Sandy saw the
corner of the envelope sticking
from Judith's pocket.
She stared at the corner Of the
envelope. She swallowed hard:
Judith hadn't give the letter!
Judith wasn't giving her letters!
At 10 o'clock Monday morning
the woman who came for their
laundry went down the walk, the
DunOl0 UnQ6E ueT arm.
Judith was in the kitchen.
Then Sandy raised the window
at her bed. She beckoned. She
handed a letter to the woman:
She said stealthily: please mail
this for me" and slipped
dollar in the woman's hand.
The old woman glanced at the
address. Her eyes bulged. Then
she threw a swift, accusing look
at Sandy
1.-The young murderer! why
are you writing to him? WHAT'S
a nice girl like you writing to
murdered for?"
Sandy clenched the window sill.
She said, smiling blankly: "A
murderer, Oh-oh-"
Then Sandy knew.
CHAPTER liz
CANDY smiled fixedly at the old
- woman. In the quiet OF
- into
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in grew dim instead Of entirely
dark. and he could see the slad-
owy masses Of furniture here and
there.
He gently drew the curtain
aside not more than an eighth
OF an inch and peered through
Inside was the Chinaman just
depositing q bucket full Of coal
and some fine lxindling beside the
open fireplace, above which rose
the white marble of an oldfash-
ioned mantel. He began to build
a fire in the CRATE. DR.. Cressy.
through the crack, watched his
thin, sinuous. yellow hands lay
the sticks OF kindling on the pa
per. Was this his adversary Of
the cellar staircase? He looked
unrumpled: his apron was clean,
white, starched : but that
might have been put on in
moment. He tried to read some.
thing in the smooth, imperturb-
able face. Impossible.
The Chinaman struck q second
match and the fire was lighted.
He adjusted the blower and left
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and had to live on few pennies
day and didn't know mere sun
down would find them heading in,
or dawn find them heading out!
Eating a bakery bun by the
roadside would beat the best bean
cry know!
Yes! Today I'm all steamed up.
with the idea that being a happy
carefree hobo is the best kind Of
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the wanderlust hits me In the
head!
Today, for cents, would
chuck the whole business If I
could be a carefree hobo tramping
over the hills and fields and not
knowing where I'm headin' for
or how far I've gone!!i
I wouldn't even stick to the
road map, but pick out little lone
ly paths too narrow for automo-
biles!
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I want to dig my dogs INTO 3
dirt road!
I'd sit on a rock and look up at
the sky. wouldn't even read the
billboards! Extra tires and gas
wouldn't worry me none-half
soles for my shoes Is all ia need.
Walking is what / nke!!
Train bells and boat whistles
sound different on day like this!
like to think Of guys who
started to walk around the world
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The Most Sensational Detective Story
of the Day, Penned by
Clever Writer
THE STORY THUS FAR

Gendennng found dead
IN taxi in which they have just arrived Kathleens hotel
Though suspectng police only been able establish
that quarrel had preceded the shot DR. Cey hotel
Katheens
sisters Hazel Echard in some involved
Offers 10000 for the of Gendengs slayer
locates
Suk Oriental haboy who disappeared shortly after the shoot
valuable blue possibly
hind the killing Kathleen has already surprised Crey by giving
him this safekeepg declaring she violence
keeps it.
Just regainng usual series
trying however Kelly found Glen
dnnng Kathleen and Dr. Cressy that
had entered the hotel He explains he told his Bert and that
$4,000 reward been missing
Crey dismayed learn Kathleen has disappeared He
ow frantic 4
discovers the unconscious Kathleen lying
kha.n nunnnnv Lease S
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life anybody can choose to lead!
And instead Of doing my stuff
today I'm going to play Rookie.
So this is just to explain to you
and the boss why I'm not work
Ing today!
Maybe you both feel the same
way and won't bother to read the
paper and will never know I
snirked my job!
1t sure is great to lay off when
you don't feel like working!!!
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BY FAY KING

YESTERDAY / thought OF at
I least a dozen stories to write
and as many cartoons / wanted to
make!
Today, / can't think of single
one and the sight of drawing ink,
pens and pencils gives me a pain
in the eve!
That's the way spring fever and
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This Dan in History

Ts Il the anniversary Of the DEATH 1916 Of Thomas E0Ca
pOet and hunnorist poems, Eugene Arans
Bridge Of Signs" "The Song Of the shirt are
perfect Of their kind
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Snake Bite Poisonings Increase

OVER snake bites the United states
" during greatest number OF deats
in number is supposedly
due to touring and camping
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= the wanderlust hits me in the
The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1926-07-18
u. S. Rubber Trust in
Philippines Boosting
Division of Islands

MANILA, July 16-"The Moros Of
the southern islands," say the repre-
sentatives OF the American rubber
trust, hate the Filipinos of the north
ern islands and want a continuance OF
American rule" II the Filipinos won't
help the Americans to grow the rub
Der necessary to break the British
monopoly the Moros are. ready to
welcome the rubber men, they say.
Rubber Trust Propaganda.
Therefore the Moros are reported as
clamoring for the passage of the Ba-
con bill in Washington, to separate
them under a different administra-
ton. But the ardor Of the Moros may
be discovered TO have cooled IL Colonel
Carmi Thompson, envoy OF Coolidge,
can persuade the Filipinos to agree to
pass law repeating the present limi-
tation on the size of land holdings, so
that American rubber men may get
hold OF the 100000 acres OF suitable
land In the south.
II is rumored that partisans OF com.
plete independence, including Senator
Allegro, have agreed TO this. Concur
rent reports say that It may not be
necessary to divide the islands. @