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i Oun HIlCOuous AOCol SPOA Wu6
goods dealer.
The recent rains throughout
Santa Cruz county and Sonora,
made farmer. cattleman and
miner happy.
John George, from his rice
plantation in the Yaqui Valley,
Sonora, Mexico. is Nogales
business visitor.
| DR.. H. w. Purdy.. city health
officer, returned Sunday from
Magdalena, where be spent sew.
eral days on business and pleas
ure.
Tom Hanlon, who is success.
fully engaged in business at
Nacc, Sonora, spent couple Of
days in the city this week, with
his family.
Jack Worley, of Phoenix, has
returned to the States from the
Alamos district, Sonora, Mexico,
where be is operating valuable
silver mines.
Mr.. and Mrs. Carl Zinsmeister.
from the Circle (Z) guest ranch
situated between Nogales and
Patagonia. visited Nogales yes
terday few hours.
Billy Mitchell, son of Mr.. and
Mrs. w. j. Mitchell of this city,
who is a student at the Univer
sity of Arizona, spent the week
end in Nogales with his parents.
Bert Schleimer, formerly of
this city, who now resides at
Yuma where he is engaged in
the real estate business, visited
Nogales the forepart of the week.
being accompanied by his wife.
FL. S. Kelly, news reporter of
the Arizona Daily Star, visited
the border this week on business
for his paper. Kelly came to
the Star from Kansas City, Mo-.
where be was reporter on the
Star.
Jack Peterson, superintendent
of the big Jim Mining Company,
was in the City Tuesday from.
the mines in the Harshaw dis
trict.. He came to become a
member of the Eik's lodge of
this city.
Dean G. M. Butler of the Un
liversity of Arizona, was the
guest of honor at the Hiram
Club luncheon Wednesday noon
and gave an interesting, instruc..
tive talk on ''The Call of
leadership"
FARROW CHIX-The worlds
greatest selling chik. March
delivery. Leghorns. $14; Barred
Rocks, and Reds, $17 In 100 lots;
post paid. Big catalog free. D.
T. FARROW CHICKERIES, Phoe
nix. Arizona.
Henry Levin, we'll known No.
gales broker and commission
man, who with his wife is tour.
ling Mexico, will shortly return
home from Mexico City, where
he and Mrs. Levin are now Wis
iting friends.
John M. Hughes, proprietor of
The Cave and the Concordia
Club, is in San Diego. where he
is visiting his old friend Writ
G. Bowman, who some months
ago purchased a fine residence
in the coast city.
Carl Zinsmeister, of the Circle
(Z) guest. has just purchased ten
good saddle ponies from the
4 Arivaca Land and Cattle com.
pany, Tor the guest ranch at
Bloxton. The ponies are all
we'll broke and gentle.
Frank Luke, E. A. Hughes
and Chas. r. Howe, members OF
the Arizona Tax Commission,
visited Nogales Wednesday of
this week for the purpose of con.
sulting with County Assessor
Victor j. Wager on matters of
county tax problems.
| Sunday Pablo Gonzalez motor
ed out to his big union plan tation
near ubac, where Senator Harry
Karns has one of the finest onion
fields in the state. Harry is do.
ing his stuff" in a scientific,
up to the minute manner. and he
is sure of bumper crop of Val.
encia onions.
The many friends of Dad" G.
IL. Fowler, U. S. collector of
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Jim Lester, owner OF valuable
mining property situated in the
Cananea district, thirty miles
southeast of Cananea, Sonora,
was a business visitor in Noga.
les Wednesday and Thursday of
this week. Five carloads of ma
chinery are being installed at
Mr.. Testers mine where a mill
is being erected under his per.
sonal supervision. Jim's friends
will be glad to learn that he is
sitting pretty.
The body of Mrs. Land Sprin.
kle, formerly Miss Ruby Lee
McGee, who died last Saturday
night at her home in this city.
was taken Monday afternoon, to
deceased's old home at Wayside,
Texas, for burial. The body was
accompanied by the grief strick.
en- husband, Land Sprinkle, and
mother, Mrs. Levina McGee.
who were both with their loved
one at the time of her death. In
their hour of terrible sorrow, the
bereaved husband and mother
have the sympathy of this com
munity.
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MARCH 13, 1926.
LOCAL NEWS.

Sam Friedman. local sporting
goods dealer.
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far too early for such q program.
Try to forget things that have
made you unhappy and take the
gladness you can find. There's
plenty of it, darling. Nice place,
isn't it? Nice ocean at your
feet. I'm hoping to leave on the
early train Saturday mroning,
and, Il you invite me, will stay
to dinner Saturday night. i love
you-love you-you'n make out
She flushed-read and reread
the phrases that soOthed her. In
the lonely quiet of the room she
drank them up. She saw Ramon
as he had stacked the dishes.
looking at her with a. boyfsh:
1--WE often pictured you here,
Sandy It seems perfectly nat
ural. Does it to your" Unthink-
ingly she pressed the letter
against her lips. Immediately
this aroused her. She scoffed,
growing more and more fevered,
I'm crazy. It's so quiet here
so still. But / love him. Oh,
you do not! You're crazy
She put her hands over her
eyes. She was distracted and
there was a squeezing and a burn
ing that lay like a claw on her
throat - that kept digging
at her. It was Murillo's letter
one part of it that she tried des-
perately to ignore the
one true thing he said.
1t was this:
You seem to have entered
marriage as lightly as you en-
tered flirtations. But you cannot
end it in this casual manner"
Life Was Her Own
She nodded. her eyes hot and
wide, fixed on the ceiling. Yes
lightly breezily - thinking she
could get by-yhat no! A hus-
bandi
1t was staggering to her now
that she had been able to think
in this manner-that no real ef-
fort had ever been made to dis.
cipline her. Yes-Isabel had done
her best, but she had never re.
allied the complete iHnmaturity Of
a girl just 10. Sandy appeared
grown--appeared rational. And
she was as far as the nationality
of a girl OF 19 goes
But to herself now the Sandy
Of two years ago appeared an APP
paling half baked individual. True.
she had made promises with no
conception. cf their real solemnity.
And these promises were now to
ruin the rest of her life? Murillo
could keep her bound.
mo, he can'tp she whispered
hotly, reaching down and burying
her hands in the dogs neck.
She could scarcely breathe. She
opened the door. The sun was
setting-a ball, magenta coIored,
riding gently down the sky touch
ing the clouds with copper.
He couldn't keep her bound:
Her life was her own-completely
now. Live it as she pleased!
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fond of-society soon went back to
her tea parties and her social set.
After little while she married
again, and left Elizabeth to her
strict lonely grandmother. Then
the Rose Cottage had become
doubly dear. =
"She helped me choose my
commencement dresses, my dress
for my first dance and then my
wedding" she said simply. ut
was almost as if were her
daughter"
Bruce WINGED sharply then. It
came to him with a force that
after all Eliza beth still belonged
to DR.. Lucian Byrne, though he
was buried in his sick people and
his surgery and didn't under
stand his girl wife who had the
sensitive soul of, her writer
father.
He touched her hands tilnidly
then. It's up to you, darling
girl" he faltered. IF you feel
after tonight that you should
stay here, I'll go away. If you
want to go with me, I shall feel
that fate has made up to me for
all her cruel thFusts-that life
has given me Heaven on earth"
Tramp Out Emotions
Bruce didn't try to touch her
lips. He just pressed her hands
and walked swiftly away, farther
and farther into the wild lands to
tramp out some OF his emotions.
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Just as swiftly Elizabeth turned
back toward her town, eager to
see if the shades of the Rose
Cottage were still drawn against
her. Until she reached that
corner which would show her the
cottage Elizabeth Byrne almost
ran.
With a glad cry she saw that
they were raised again, raised so
far that the soft tan and rose
curtains could be seen, so that a
face wreathed in masses Of white
hair could peep through the cur
tains and a slender beautiful hand
beckon Elizabeth to come. And
before she was on the little YER
anda, the door was wide open for
her to enter.
The Rose Lady didn't talk-just
handed her a package OF letters.
whispered, Read them all dear,
and floated from the room.
Stolen Fires
And Elizabeth Byrne read the
beautiful words her father had
written, words telling of his love
for the beautiful artist girl who
had come into his life after he
had married and after Elizabeth
had been born into his home. She
read, too, the girls story Of love
of love so great that she sent
him back to his home and his
friends-love so great that she
would not let him be an outcast
on earth for her sake. So that
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were starched. ,sNo. she hasn't.
.'I said as though dying Of
alarm: Wen have to do some
thing. God knows what may have
happened. 9
He had murder ii his eyes:
4 believe you also know. Miss
(get the Miss) Mcneil! propose
to do something very quickly
What do you propose to dO?"
That's my business!'
Well, It's mine also
You can do as you please,
Miss Mcneil
Mean HOmbre
No chance, Of course, to get
your things. Better buy some.
Unless Ida can break into your
room when he's asleep. gave
her the skeleton keys and told
her to try it. She's strong for
you.
II left and evidently he went at
once and phoned to mamma. She
gave him the goods-innocently,
of course. She believes you're
having lovely visit with Judith.
/ gather from her account that
your husband asked very con-
siderately about her health and
could he do anything for her.
OF course, this touches her and
she gets the Weeps telling me
Ben is such a good man and
why isn't Sandy happy.
II guess ma asked when you
were coming home. He answers:
I'm not sure. Did she write to
you mother?' Ma says: oh, yes
II had lovely letter. She and
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UNLIGHTED FIRES

and covered with roses her
rambling cottage until it was
known everywhere as Rose Cot
tage.
By Another Name
The lady had been very beau
tifuI and young then. She was
still beautiful though her hair
was siIvery now. In the village
she was known Rs Anne Hurst.
The artistic world in which she
spent two months each year knew
her by another name-a name
which was famous all over the
world.
E;lizabeth's father, rising
young novelist had died a few
months after the Rose Lady had
come. He had loved roses. Some
of his passionate love for beauty
and flowers had gone on to his
little daughter and one lonely day
she had slipped into the yard or
the new cottage, and had been
discovered by the lady.
"She didn't like children then,
Elizabeth told Bruce, her voice
exquisite with tenderness as al
ways when she talked of people
whom she loved Her house
keeper had chased the other
children away. When she heard
my name she just stared at me.
I didn't know why then, but later
learned she had illustrated some
of fathers stories"
More lonely days had come for
her then. Her young mother,
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''I can't stay on here forever" !"
she whispered.
''No-but you've got Ito stay
until you get some clothes some.
where! Why did you give Alice
to understand that you'd grabbed
a few things? She would have
sent you some Of hers"
She shrugged: II wonder IL /
can get q job?'' This started q
new train OF thought. She saw
herself in the fIve-andsten cent
store earning 1850 o week. Bob
O'NeiI said that was about the
only thing she could do unless she
was prepared. The picture was
prepostercus Working behind a
counter all the rest Of her life
very likely!
Almost inaudibly she now whis-
pered: II can stay here until /
get the tipping down pat. Why
can't / stay here?" Immediately
she grew warm and her breath
hurried. "why can't I?' she
repeated angriiy. "Oh, that old
bunk! Men don't look at things
that way today. can stay IL
want
Quickly. with firm, challenging
step, she walked up and down the
long room. swinging her shoulders.
An ideal place to stay. Lucky sfc
had such chance. AS safe here
= as though she were buried
A Thrill
Her steps Jagged. She halted.
An image of Ramon as he kissed
her good-by confronted her. He
had laughed and flushed: its a
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CHAPTER 56

CHAPTER Sc
HALF Of Sandy's clothes, spread
lei out on chairs, were drying
before the fire; the other half she
was ironing. In q closet she lad
found an old lounging robe. This
was now pinned rakishly about
her. More because she felt hostile
and wished to defy an imaginary
Ben Murillo than because she was
enjoying them. she lit cigarette
after cigarette as she pounded the
iron back and forth over the white
silk sport dress. She talked to
herself.
He can advise me in matters Of
propriety! Correct my unseenly
conduct
The iron swinging in a long,
vicious stroke: ''Oh, what do
care! Why should / think about
it?" The ironN sIackening-tu
pressed down with elaborate care.
Better do 1t well! Only rag
you've got"
Old Bunk
She hunclled her elbows on the
board, resting her chin in her
palms. Saturday afternoon-a
week gone; a week since she'd run
SO wildly from her home, putting
her whole life definitely behind
her.
She didn't regret the step. She
was blazingly, defiantly exultant
about it. But now, staring at
these few flimsy clothes, the
rather terrifying poverty of her
equipment. for new and different
life made her suddenly very still.
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beth suddenly; saw all the beauty
of her dark eyes and still duskier
curls, her red mouth, her shape
ly nose. Her beautiful gray
squirrel coat fitted tight enough
to show what a slender mite she
was. Her walking shoes told OF
the most graceful, trim little feet.
oh, Elizabeth was the most beau
he had been to all the countries
of Europe as well as journeyed
over his own country.
Only the war and q cruel fate,
he told himself, had caused her
to marry DIR. Lucian Byrne be-
fore he came her way. That there
was a wee Elizabeth in the Byrne
home didn't make Elizabeth seem
a whit less his. Bruce McWane
had never recognized any bar
riers, as he climbed to success.
"I don't care if all the doors
in Christendom are barred against
me-" he said savagely. II want
you. We can go from one coun.
try to another"
"And find barred doors in every
one," she finished softly and
sadly.
On and on they stroke. Eliza
both had to take little running
steps to keep up with Bruce. so
fast and savage were his strides.
And while she ran she told him
the story of the artist whom she
loved 80 dearly. OF how she had
come to their town and and built
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though the smoke curled from
the chimney in way which said
as plain as could words have told
that the Rose Lady was at home.
Besides Elizabeth knew that she
seldom walked at that time.
For it was the time Of day she
spent in her studio, painting pic
lures for the editors who never
thought their magazines complete
unless she had an illustration for
poem, a cover or a drawing Of
some kind in them.
At sight of that Elizabeth's
hand fluttered to her heart.
Bruce" she painted catching at
his arm. That's the first door
to be locked to US. Have you
thought? They'll all be closed il
we go away-together. All be
closed just like My Rose Lady's
doors are now"
A dark, sinister scowI came on
Bruce McWane's face. Not so
much at the drawn window shades
as at Elizabeth's hesitation. = 1t
was as a symbol of weakening
love to him. He had counted the
cost their love would draw for
him-his club, his friends, his
fathers home, his work, his life
everything but love and Eliza
beth-and he had not wayered at
the counting.
Together they walked on and
on until the suburbs of the city
!. and the Rose Cottage were far,
behind them. He looked at Eliza
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Story of Real Life Complete
In This Issue

. his little daughter could keep
her father
Elizabeth's face went deathly
white when she read that. Her
own wee daughters tiny feet
were Just beginning to carry her
after, her mother as she trailed
through the house-oh, she had
not thought Of her. 4
Then the last letter was over
the letter which told of how the
young artist thought there was
a greater Joy from unlighted than
stolen fires.
For a long time Elizabeth sat
<close to the CRATE and looked at
the flames. Then she sought the
artist lady who was in her studio.
When she saw Elizabeth's eyes
she knew that she too was going
back to her home-was going to
give her child the same heritage
her father had given her.
Loneliness
"But. you'll see Bruce" Eliza
beth faltered, burying her dusky
head against the artists shoul-
der. II want him to know why |
stayed. 1t will help so much
to have him know why.
And turning swiftly she went
out Of the house and toward her
own home. While the artist lady
laid her cheek against her letters
and allowed sobs to shake her.
mot until she Is middle aged
and the years behind seem long
and far away will she know that
unlighted fires give loneliness as
well as warmth" she whispered.
mot until then"
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By Elenore Meherin,
Author Of .Chiclie.' Ann
Ann and PhiT' and
ssNOra Lex" "


CANDY fixed her eyes on the
- waves and fancied herself
climbing down the rocks. running
along the sands-blindly- reach
ing the water. hurting herself
down.
Sandy Laughs
She though with oppressive
quiet: ..I could do it!'' She re-
membered the night in Honolulu
when she had so nearly drowned
remembered the waters massing
against her-breathing the waters,
strangling with them = fighting
the awful suffocatfon. She shud-
dered at the overpowefing terror
-lof that sensation. But she re-
peated. 81 could do it!''
Z He meant to hold her for life.
But she was gone now. And ne
would never find her never
drag her back. She would make
sure OF this.
Suddenly his offer: II shall ask
no questions" !" came softly into
her mind. It made her tremble.
She began to laugh, TO repeat
aloud: No questfonsr
She kept laughing. F1oav mag
nanfnaous he wasi Ah-but he
thought she had run home that
night. Thought she had gone to
her mother or to May Arllss. He
was sure of her. In his heart
positive that she had neither deed
nor thought to conceal. He could
afford to be generous. Hadn't he
married her after night in a
hillside cabin with Timmy!
But what II he knew Of Ra-
mon? What If he thought she
had sped off in the night with
another?
She became quiet-an oppres-
sive heat pulsfng outward from
her veins. She had left Murillo
finally. She had run off here
with Ramon. She had no money
mot even her clothes. And now?
She walked back to the fire
place-1mpetuously showing these
gnawing thoughts aside. Now
whatr' she said, defiantly. I'm
happy! I'm freei I'm gladder
than I've been in two years! 1
can get by. Others have
A Different Letter
She picked up the other letters.
They were from Ramon-filled
with solicitude and eagerness for
her happiness.
"How 1 hated leaving you there
alone. Were you frightened? But
you must rest and don't worry
about anything. Why shouldn't
you be glad, Sandy? What good
viii it do to regret the past?
None, except to mar the present
and the future? Twenty-one is
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were closed ii long, golden buds.
She read ant get away
Greatly disappointed Letter Ell
plains. Sending packages parcel
Sic swallowed, took long
rasping breath with the shaky
feeling of one who has passed
some desperate crisis. She sat at
the table. her heart going quickly
and began to eat. She thought
This is good. needed this.
Now, Ill begin to work I'l
work hard.
Cold Precision
And she went about with
cold precision, refusing to notice
the quiet, ignoring the tightness
and heat at her throat. For
three days she worked relent-
IessIy. taking a pleasure in pun
ishing herself.
Then Ramon,s letter came. An
unexpected reorganizat Of the
firm where he was working called
for an examination of the books
He would be kept at II week
or ten days. He was distracted
because she might get too lonely
He was sending books and new
records for the phOnOgraph and
he'd ordered provisions to BE-
sent twice q week
There's another bundle, dar
ling girl that hope meets with
your approval. They haze shop
pers in the stores here and She
picked out these togs, for. Of
course, not being la the Garden
OF Eden, you We got to have food
and raiment. II hope the shoes
are right. noticed the ones
you were wearing were very
thin and high heeIed. But I
made pattern from them and
pray the size fits. I'm working
day and night in the hope Of
seeing yoI1<next Saturday. WIN
you look forward to this one
tenth ais eagerly as do2
love you more than ever.
think of you, long for you.
I'm tortured with the ache Of
your loneliness, you dear, brave
darling You are that-I love
you. You need me d little how
glad am to serve you
In the box was d golf skirt
with silk hlouses, neckties and
expensive sport hose. There was
q long, stunning knitted coat and
and q trig, cIose-fitting felt hat.
Sandy shook them out, examin-
ing them minutely. Her hands
were cold and trembled violently
She said. quietly: have to
have them. Is can't go about
naked! can pay for them when
get a job. She felt grateful
to Ramon and suddenly she be
gan to cry.
But she wouldn't pity herself.
She said in business-like way:
"I'll have to borrow to get start
ed. / can borrow from Ramon.
can pay it back"
And she hammered. at the type
writer Every night she washed
out her underwear, set it before
the fire to dry. Sometimes she
put it on damp, thinking somber-
ly; ''it doesn't matter moth
ing matters. =
CTo Be Continued Monday
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read of your wonderful medicine 10
the paper, and my husband bought
me bottle, and after the first
few doses / felt better, so Kept
on taking it until / was well and
strong. / take it at times when
feel tired and it helps. me. ! wiz
always have a good word for your
medicine and tell anyone what gooi
it has done me. | recommended II
to my neighbor for her girl, who IS
sixteen years old, and it was Just
what she needed. She lis feeling nfle
now, and goes to school every DAY.
Mas. e. F. BAssETT, ZIG Soufi
Hayford Avenue. Lansing. M'ehiga q
Do not continue to feel alt
down and half sick when i4s3'a
,Pinkham's $ Vegetable Cor u
sold by druggists eyerymLele.
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&
thrill having you here Sandy.
IT makes me feel as though we're
married You In this house
She had laughed, too, liking the
warmth or HIS eyes. liking the fire
that flew along her nerves
Well-wi1at OF that! OF course
she liked Ramon. She liked
MANY men. Easy for her to like
them
She refused vigorously to 90
any further with these thoughts.
Saturday--he was coming to din
ner. Eight o'clock he would come
walking In.
Her cheeks stained and hot, she
began to dress. She said: Lord.
it's quiet here! / wonder If
there's any mail
Jig rs Up
There were three letters, two
from Alice. The first caught
Sandy like a spasn1.
'"The jig is up. Sandy" Alice
had this habit of making a
startling remark. following it up
with goading sIowness. She had
a sense of dramatic, extremely
irritating to her listeners. "The
jig Is up Your husband knows
you're all right. He means to get
you back by hook or crook. I'll
tell you how 1t happened. We'd
nesday afternoon after he left
here, dashed to your house, get
ting Name to drive me. But he'd
evidently raced back himself, for
he was there. l said to him:
Has Sandy returned?'
His face looked as though it
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A dGrk, sinister sco10L came on
BTucS's face, not so mach at the
drGsOn sOiedOsc shades of Rose
Cottage as at EkzGbeth's hesitG-
eion, IOhich to him aOGs a symbol
of weakening LoVe.
NuIE white shades in the Rose
! cottage were pulled to the
very bottom Of the windows when
Elisabeth and Bruce passed it,
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pound whenever
Ineededit. When
I first used it I
was so bad /
could hardl y
walk across the
room without
crying. I was
tired all the time.
/ think my trou-
BILE was coming
on me for six
months before !
rnaiizAd IL. j
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Sandy IN Movies

SANDY soon wiz be seen at
LOow's Palace. The Fox Film
Corporation already has started
production.
Madge Bellanny, sIlorn 81 her
luxurious tresses, has been
selected for tho part Of the
red.headed bObhaired. flaming
Sandy
Sandy win make her screen
debut while the story N run.
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