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the red damask.
A terrible expression came over
Anson's features and his skin
paled in spite of its tan. "By
Gody' he calculated. hoarsely.
That's some damned poison
strychnine, by the looks of itp'
He wheeled around, a horrid sus-
picion filtering into his brain. and
his movement startled her into
action.
Like a panic-stricken deer she
raced for the door, wrenched it
open and misunderstanding him
momentarily petrified with the
sinister thoughts that assailed
him in the evidence Of her guilt.
THAT bloody second mate, I'll
bet!' He ground out the words in
a savage fury and tore after her.
And she put him up to it!'
Breaking off in a string of oaths,
he hurled the door open with such
force as to shatter the panels.
The Shot
Glaring around the place, he
saw Lucille and Mooney in the
act Of running for the main deck
entrance. The second mate,
thrusting the woman in front of
him, raised his arm with a light
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the country vacation with quiet
resignation. Jackie so inperiously
demanded it, and all winter long
Roen saved and planned with
mute, intensive warming.
WAS 1t really hard on you.
Dearie? l thought that gorgeous
piney air and the mountains
launched against the sky would
make you glad again."
Tears shone over Dearie's smile.
ut did make me glad to see you
so excited-to see Jackie getting
so tanned and strong"
But glad for yourself. 1t would
make him gladder, mother, If you
could forget. Oh, don't mean
forget. l mean If you'd be gay.
He always was"
Quietly, Dearie's hand stole up
and shielded her face. No sound
came from her.
Roen. gazing at the fishermen
putting out to that misty purple
sea, felt saddened. This was never
the farewell her father would have
asked. Light-hearted as the brave
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her neck. She got down her blue
dimity with the two flounces--
feminine thing edged with lace.
She closed her eyes happily at
her image, knowing that she
loliied as loveIy ~ ;he c0dld.
Two o'clock. At the very min
ute came a sharp. bold ringing Of
the bell. Jackie, flying down the
hall. poked in his head. He was
comic and breathless with ex.
element. Gee. not ready?
Where'll ] bring him?"
In the hail." Roen whispered.
"I'n come right out"
She leaned her ear against the
panel. Silence. Then Jackie,
fatty, disappointment loud IN
look and tone. Jaw. hello, Ev
gee we weren't expecting you!"
Roen swallowed. Why in the
world need Evelyn Joyce come Wis.
iting on this most momentous OF
all Sundays. And most likely she'd
stay and stay
Go Be Continued Tomorrow
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NO1O Go On With The Story

GIVES" She followed him to the
! steps. She called softly. "Is
Is rue. Michael? Really true?"
His eyes filled. He waved his
hat to her from the train.
She and Jackie sat on the
mound above the tracks and
watched till the last dot Of his
face was gone. The crowd thinn I'd
from the station.
"Gee!'' said Jackie. isn't it
lonesome all Of sudden. Gosh!
Won't we be lonesome without
him, Ronnie?"
She covered his grimy little
hand. A sadness settled over the
trees--a deep. .mournful sadness.
Jackie knelt on a chair, studi,
ously cracking walnuts. Standing
next to him, her hands deep in a
big, yellow bowl, Roen creamed
butter and sugar.
Without raising his head the
little boy gave her a sharp Jab
with his elbow: BET know
what we're fussing for"
She returned the jab: who's,
fussing? We're only making a
cake"
Gosh, anybody'd know why:
Bet you think Mike'll drop
around" Roen grinned. but kept
her eyes lowered on the bowl.
you do? Well. gosh, l had
better go and get dressed then.
Think he's coming soon? What
you suppose he'll want us to do?"
Her smile deepened.
1t was noon Of a balmy Sunday
toward the end of August. They
had come down from the river on
the early morning train because
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G6WELL, hope you're salts
w fled" she snapped out, now
that you've made a fool of your
self! If you want that wife of
yours"
Just leave my wife out of
this! Roy cut in, and low as his
voice was, it was plain that he
meant what he said. He turned
and began to talk to Gus about
the new picture.
Monica gave him 4 quick, star.
tied look.
"I'll talk about your wife If
feel like it, I'm just as good as
she Is any day in the week, and
q heap sight betterr said Monica
holly. you tried living with her
and you couldn't
She broke off suddenly, and her
eyes filled with doubt and won.
der. For instead of answering
her again, Roy had got to his
feet. He laid his billfold on the
table in front of Gus.
Pay for the dinner and take
the girls home, will you, old
scout?' he asked. and without
waiting for a reply. he went.
Ntze partly" remarked Gus
with a grin, as the wait, arrived
with the turkey, the mushrooms,
the green peas, the jellied salad
and the hot bran mullins that
Monica had ordered.
-.sssa Il
That night, in her bathrobe and
bedroom slippers. Bobbie wrote to
Andy Jerrold to tell him she was
going to be married-but not to
him.
My dear old boy" she began.
This is the last letter you'll ever
get from me-" And then she
began TO ery. se that the VERDE
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when she dropped it into the mail.
box at the corner Of Las Palmas
Street.
She wondered why It didn't make
her happy to be able to write that
she was successful at last, and
that she was going to marry a
promising young director with
whom she'd been Hrantically in
love for seven or eight months.
But 1t didn't. It made her ter.
ribly blue.
i CHAPTER LIX
Two seconds after Bobbie had
dropped that letter into the mail.
box, she was sorry she had done it.
ut seems so cruel somehow to
send Andy letter like that" she
thought, and she began to fish for
the letter through the opening of
the box with her little fingers.
But it was in vain. The letter
had dropped out of her reach.
It might have been lying at the
bottom or a well, for all the chance
she had Of getting it back again.
1t was gone, and gone for good
II wish I'd telephoned him long
distance and told him the news
she went on thinking as she
started down the boulevard in
search Of a restaurant. She had
stopped getting her breakfast in
Mrs. Mangan's kitchen, now that
she was making $3.50 week.
She could just see. in her minds
eye, how Andy would look when
he opened that letter. First Of all
he would be cheerful at the pros
pect of news from her-and then
his face would sober and darlxen
as he read the opening sentence.
Dear Andy. this Is the last letter
you viii ever get from me. ] am
going to be married 70 Qua Nae.
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4 4 r =
W Il Nv Frederic liam

TIME morning passed lazily with
4 the sun shining on the mirror.
like ocean, and the idle ship as mo-
tionless as though set on a plane
of glass. 1t was cooler, seem.
ingly, below decks, and Arson
entertained his guest by rambling
through his bookcases, picking
out certain volumes and discuss
ing their contents. Lucille. CARRIED
In a silk negligee for GOODNESS,
1ounged upon the settee, her re.
Taxed body charming his sight
with its beauty of form, her eyes
respectfully indicating her interest
IN his dissertations.
These things are very pleas
ing" she said with a show Of ami
nation, "but know of nothing
more interesting than ourselves
at the present time. We are
CYCLISTS. Let US talk about our
selves"
"a splendid subject" he con-
Cured, stretching his legs out and
regarding her with admiring eyes.
"You have something on your
mind. Begin"
What is to become of me?"
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She asked the question without
apprehension.
"I'll marry you" he replied
bluntly, gazing at her curiously.
A slow smile spread over Luz
Giles face at Anson's offer to
marry her. II don't believe in
marriage. It's a foolish conven-
tion--a ceremony in which woman
acknowledges her inferiority and
mans right to be her master"
She paused, fixing him with a
clear stare. you don't believe in
marriage yourself" she added
with conviction.
That's So" he admitted frank
ly, but I'd promise anything to
keep you" He hesitated, a puz-
zled look coming to his face.
But" he continued inquiringly,
you were prepared to marry that
chap Pomeroy. Why so inconsist-
ent?"
I'VE cyclists marry those whom
we do not love-" she answered
cody. cit is a binding tie and
tends to prevent abandonment, re-
pudfation."
Then between true lovers--?"
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1t il particularly pleasing to
know that the most of it is bought
by mothers for themselves and the
children though Syrup Pepsin is
just as valuable for elderly people,
All drug stores have the generous
bottles.
We would be glad to have you
prove at our expense how much
DR.. Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin can
mean to you and yours. Just write
Syrup Pepsin." Monticello, Illinois.
and We will send you prepaid a
FREE SAMPLE BOTTLE,
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No OUer-CrolOding Here

WITH population Of 80 people, Pero, tiny village
the wds Of ExmoOr Somerset school policeman
There has not been parish collected since 1917 when money
was required for new bell-rope.
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A Gripping Serial Of the Love of a Girl
and Her Great Sacrifice, by the
Author of "Chickie."
Rend Thia Firaf.

When both ROsn Ross and Michael Scott and love
face Her childhood has been happy without luxury
mother "DeaT When Roen ls Bobby dies He entrus
care sIe Motner nd ne a0ored nte Dr0Iner
she Is IS they for their vacation the country
In the mOOnt forests sadeed
Michael her. Michael university,
and Roen to her Job secretary
office. both upled with loyalty given
night Of their farewell They
Years Of incessant industry pass
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Appliances Same as 500 Years Ago

ALMoN fishing the River Severn England which carried
~ nets May June, July and August
is with appliances similar those used nearly five
hundred years ago.
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Go Be Continued Tomorrow
Imperial Valley press., 1927-11-26
THEATERS

Men who have lost their faith in
humanity are prone to seek out-of-the
way places in which to bury them
selves and their troubles. The re-
mote corners of the earth are peo-
pied bv such disillusioned unfortuh
ates, and Framed,' which comes
to the Palace theater tomorrow, is
the story of such man.
Milton Sills is an officer in the
French army during the World War
and on being falsely accused and
court-martialed goes in an embitter'
cd state to the diamond mines of
Brazil. There he is trapped by Il
modern Circe and adds all woman.
kind to his other hates.
In the end, through the love of n
pure girl, he regains his normal
state of mind and all ends happily
Thrilling scenes during a "mud
rush. in the mines, examples of
the toll and life i'll the humid jun
giles along the Amazon, tense dram1
and emotional climaXes, make this
rhotoplay, produced by Ray Rocket
and directed by Charles Brabin, one
of the best that has been offered.by
! First National Pictures in long
time.
Imperial Valley press., 1927-11-26
TWO AIR NEEDS

Two things, according to Charles A. Lindbergh are
of very great Importance in the advance of successful
safe commercial aviation. One is regulation of flying
schools The other is regulation of the qualifications
required of pilot engaging in commercial flying, and
especially in passenger carrying.
Flying, at its best is safe today. Americas fore
most flyer points out that thousands of miles
flown every day airways throughout the country
with safety and efficiency record that any ground
transportation company could be proud of.
But the tremendous impetus given to flying during
this year has made people want to fly without waiting
for full training. Some of them go to flying schools
that give them diplomas certificates after more
than 10 hours flying experience. They want
perience and have to money they start taking
up for hire before they have had sufficient
training.
The government, through the Department of Com
merce, is already regulating interstate flying Some
states have brought their local regulations up the
governments standards. Others have wholly mad
equate regulations at all. Such methods do
to retard than to advance aviation.
Undoubtedly Lindbergh is right. For the safety of
pilots, passengers and the cause of aviation itself
there must be sound regulations, rigdly enforced,
governing air equipment and the training of aviators
Imperial Valley press., 1927-11-26
NASTY JOB WE'LL DONE

Handling difficult situation with an efficiency and
firmness that stamps him in6eiiby the right man
for the right job Warden Smith of Folsom penitenti-
ay deserves the commentator of California for saw
ing the state from what might have been horrifyng
disaster as the result of the Thanksgiving outbreak
among the Folsom convicts.
Folsom is the home of the "two time losers,
vlcts who serving at least a second term for vo-
lating the law Many of its inmates are serving third
and fourth terms They desperate criminals ready
to take desperate chances, if the odds in their
favor.
When the odds against them, they show the yell
low streak that is outstanding element in the make
up of most convicts.
BY prompt action which piled UP the odds against
them, Warden Smith speedily obtained the upper in
the struggle with the convcts causing them to capitu
late.
With the capituaton the warden showed the proper
spirit in dealing with the convicts. He refused par
ley with them, demanding that they give up their
and surrender, at the time declining make any
concessions except to give his word that of the
revolving convicts would be misreated and that the
rlngeaders would be guaranteed fair and impartial
trial in the courts of the state More he could not do
and be true to his OATH Less he could not do and
stamp himself among
The example set by the warden in refusing to leave
his dangerous post during the time the convicts
in control of the prison. admirably followed by
the officers under his command. Two of them died
the remainder showed courage and daring under fire
that ranks with the vaor of American soldiers in bat
tie.
1t was tight place, nasty mess, and Shudders
to think what might have happened had the convcts
been successful in their mad rush for liberty The vic
tory was costly. California can be thankful to Smith
and his men that it was not more SO.
Imperial Valley press., 1927-11-26
McCABE

Nc CABE, Nov. -6.--Mr. and Mrs.
Walter entertained friends Thanks
giving day with a turkey dinner.
The table was decorated with rose
buds and ehrysanthemums. Covers
were laid for twelve. Those present
were Mr.. and Mrs. Chet Hartigan
and son Selwan, Mr.. and Mrs. Edd
Hall and daughter, Lillian, Miss
Frances Conner, Bill Jones anl
John Moore and son Harry, all Of
FL Centre.
Mr.. and Mrs. Art Sunstrum and
small son, Robert Arthur of Los
Angeles are spending a few days in
the valley visiting Mr.. and Mrs.
Fred Sunstrum. Their friends will
be glad to learn that little Robert,
who was quite i'll in his early life,
is getting along fine.
Mr.. and Mrs. j. +. Brock were
host and hostess mt neighborhood
Thanksgiving dinner party. a long
table seating Is was arranged o1
th, vcranda of the Prock home. Ia.
Dle decorations were NeIlOW chrNs'
anthcmums and autumn leaves. The
after dinner entertainments was ra,
dio and cards. Those present were
Mr.. and Mrs. G. $. Conner and fam.
lily, Mr.. and Mrs. G. c. He'll and
family and Fred Smith of Lankcr.
sheim, an old college friend of boil,
the Brooks and Conncrs.
Mr.. and Mrs. George Austin en-.
toItained Mr.. and Mrs. II. H. Moore
and son of San Bernardino and Rex
Miner of FL Centre at dinner
Thanksgiving day.
Mr.. and Mrs. L. Vandcrpole and
family and Mr.. and Mrs. John Wag.
oner and family celebrated Thanks.
giving together at the Wagner
home.
Misses Lucy and Mary Sawdav
Imperial Valley press., 1927-11-26

side the fire, like Polly Flinders,
warming their toes, and Uncle Wig
gily, with shovel and rake, wc"t
ont in the snow-covered yard.
Mr.. Longears saw holes in the
snow, but there were so many OF
them, some made by dropping dol
lies and some by Jackie and Peetie
low Wow playing tag that the rab-
bit gentleman could not tell just
where Jingle and jungle had drop
ped Betsey Pasettsie and Tootsle
Lootsie. He didn't know which
holes the dolls had fallen in.
"I'n just dig over the whole
patch of snow decided the bunny
uncle. "In that way III find the
dolls sooner or later
He was digging away in the snow
when, all of a sudden, voice behind
linn asked:
"What are you doing'"
Making a snow garden.
chuckled Uncle Wiggily. He thought
il was Mr.. Twistytail the pig, who
asked this, and the bunny thought
he would have some fun with HIM.
al m making a winter garden to
plant Christmas trees!'' said the
rabbit.
Now it was the WoOzie Wolf and
not Mr.. Twistytail who had asked
this question, but Mr.. Longears did
not know it. And when the Wolf
heard Uncle Wiggily say "winter
garden" that Wolf thought:
"There ism t any such thing as II
winter garden. Uncle Wiggily
must be walking and talking in his
sleep. Well, so much the easier to
catch him. l II show him a winter
earden.'
The Wolf leaped up high to get
on Uncle Wiggily's s back. But just
then the rabbit gentleman bent
down low to look for the dolls. SO
the Wolf shot right over the rabbit s
head into a deep drift of snow.
"WOw! Cow! Huffie Zow!'
howled the bad chap, his mouth and
nose filled with snow. And ~
Imperial Valley press., 1927-11-26
Hindu School
Main tanned At
Mexican Border

Evidence pointing to schoo1
of instruction for hinous apouet
to attempt unlawful entry into the
United states, located at Mexican,
is included in advices reaching hereI
from Los Angeles. According to thel
information obtained the Hindus arcl
instructed in answering questions'
which may be put to them II theyi
should be stopped by immigrationa
authorities. lhey are taught sufflc
lent English to answer these ques-|
tions inteligently it is said, them
they are smuggled across the borden
ard taken to Tularc county where.
they are kept under cover on ricY
ranches conuuctcd by llindus in TIt
lare county.
The SCHOOL, plot, is said to have
been uncovered with the recent ar]
rest of five Hindus and a Mexicani
youth named joaquin Marquina. The,
hndus were caught at Blythe and
then turned over to the immigration
officials. The man said to be engi
ncering the smuggling of the aliens
into this country escaped and Mari
quina, who was picked up first bes
came enragcd when the other maiS
fled, it is said, leaving him to th4
officers with broken down mat
chine. He then led the police t(
the place where the Hindus wcrx
hidden. n
Questioned by the immigration
authorities, the Hindus are said td
have admitted to Inspector FranV
G. Ellis that they had attended thS
alleged "school" in Mcxicali. Thil
admission came after they had bee
questioned at length relative TO TIL
surprising correctness of their an
swers TO questions.
District Inspector w. L. Carr d9
clared that the service has long bd
lieved that such u school existed il
Mexieali. 1t was intimated thai
every effort would be made to breat
up the combination.
Imperial Valley press., 1927-11-26
Bedtime Stories
By HOWARD E. GARIS
Copyright, 1927, by Mcclure
Newspaper Syndicate
UNCLE WIGGILY WINTER
GARDEN

''Boo hoo." cried Jingle Long
ears. the little rabbit girl.
Hoo boo!" cried Jangle, who
was twin sister 70 Jingle. EVHn
though Jangle was a twin she
thought she would cry a bit differ
emily from her sister. So she cried
Hoo boot
"What' 5 the matter''' asked
Uncle Wiggilv who was just comb
ing out his whiskers and twinkline
lis pink nose getting ready to seek
an adventure. "What is wrong, my
dears?'
.sOh, everything is wrong!" sob
bed Jingle. - gave the wrong an
svcr in school and-and-'
"Ha, Hal laughed Uncle Wig,
gilv. ''You re wrong there tool
This is Saturday and there ism t any
school. ha, ha!'
"'WelI, I gave the wrong answer
last week,' sighed Jingle. "BGt
there is something more wrong than
that. I've lost my dollie!' and she
fairly howled these words.
$50 have IT, howled Jangle.
Then both the little rabbit twins
lowled together.
Eve both lost our dollies in the
snow,'
This seemed so dreadful that In
Gle Wiggily stopped twinkling his
pink nose, gave up all thoughts Of
going ont adventuring and asked:
Whereabouts did you lose your
dollies in the snow:'
Coming III from the front gate
answered Jingle and Jangle togcth
cr just ike twins. In fact they
Imperial Valley press., 1927-11-26
Murder Suspect
Held by Sheriff

Joe l.. Meir, 81, was apprehended
bv Sheriff C. l.. Gillett late yestcr-
dav afternoon and is being held at
the county. jail pending an investi'
CATION and his Identification. 1t IS
believed that he may be wanted in
Los Angeles county for murder.
Meir was arrested at the Gibbon
ranch, southwest of the city. He Will
be photographed and fingerprinted
at the sheriff's office today and q
description forwarded to Los Ange'
les. Authorities there have been
notified of his detention and asked
to forward information relative to
the alleged murder.
Imperial Valley press., 1927-11-26
FIFTEEN YEARS AGO
November 26, 1912

Little Miss Roberta Edgar re-
Gently entertained her friends at her
fourth birthday party. She is the
daughter of Mr.. and Mrs. Ray Ed
gar.
Galen Nichols left for Los Angc-
les on business.
Grant Booher returned to Imper-
ial after trip Los Angeles.
A delightful banquet was tender
ed to the editor and business mana
ger of the Los Angeles Tribune at
the Oregon Hotel. Those responding
to toasts were Harold Bell Wright,
"Imperial Valley" o. B. Tout, "El
Centre; Bert Perrine, "Calexi,
CO.," w. II. Moorehouse, Heber;'
Rev. w. G.. Conley, Seeley;" A.
C. Burrell, "Unity and Publicity;
Supervisor f. E. Barnnett, "Farm
ing;' and George l.. Melton, CIR,
riuation District -
Imperial Valley press., 1927-11-26
Looking Backward
What the Press Files Tell Of I'm
perial Valley for this Date
In Past Years
TWENTY YEARS AGO
November 26. 1907

George A. Long shipped five car
loads of fat cattle and one of fat
hogs to the Los Angeles market to-
day. j. E. Hodge shipped one car.
Actual construction was begun
today by George Hedden on the
building to be erected for w. j..
Mitchell adjoining Havens' harness
shop in Imperial. The building is to
be of cement blocks, the first of
that kind to be erected in the val
ley.
b. F. Perry and a Mr.. Dawson
have arrived in Imperial and will
follow the carpenter trade. They
come from Lake county.
Imperial Valley press., 1927-11-26

kicked and scurried around so hard
in the snow that, all of a sudden, he
kicked out the two dolls from where
thev were hidden. Out of the snow
onto the path the Wolf kicked Bet
sew Pasettsie and Tootsie Lootsic,
and then he ran away.
"Ho! Hol' laughed Mr.. Long
ears. "The lost are found! 1t s
a good thing / said | was making n
winter garden. Then he took the
dolls to Jingle and Jangle, who were
made happy again. And if the but
tonhook IS little brother will give the
football a pair of rubber boots | II
tell you next about Uncle Wiggily 5
SNOWFALL party.
Imperial Valley press., 1927-11-26

Y ere twins, but I guess l mentioned
that before; didn't II
Then the two little rabbit girls
told their Daddicums ,as they called
Uncle Wiggily, they told him how,
coming in from the front gate up
the walk to the bungalow, they had
dropped their dollies, which they
were carrying under their paws.
And mv7dollie, she isrnamed Bet
sey Pasettsie, and she s only got one
eye, but l love her just the same
as if she had two eyes, sobbed
jingle, my dollie Betsey Pasettsie
dropped in the deep saow and |
couldn t find her again. There's
only the hole where she fell in!
Boo hool
And my doll. Tootsie Lootsie,