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house and Arson noted her phleg.
matte calm. 1.-THE ship is sinking,
Anson?" Her tones were placid,
self.possessed.
"Yesr' replied the other hur-
riedly, as he diVed IN to secure
charts, sextant, log book. "Get
your heavy clothes on +" .
blankets food. There's no
time to lose. But don't get nerv-
Gus hurry and come up in
here"
The succeeding minutes seemed
like a nightmare. In the light
of flaring kerosene torches, men
swarmed about the boats prepar-
ing them for the water, tossing
bags of hard bread, boxes of
canned goods, slabs of salt meat.
The ship, with yards squared,
was stumbling before the wind,
stricken animal. In the rainy
darkness, the seamen jostled each
other, swearing or silently fright.
ened according to their natures,
the wetness streaming off their
bodiee-some but half-clad as
when called from their hunks.
And in the background sounded
the monotonous clanking of the
pumps.
Knock off that pumping and
help get the long boat over"
came Anson's steady bawling.
''See that the sail and oars are
in and the water-casks full. Mr..
French take charge of that
job; get her out and your men
in her. Lay alongside or astern
if you can" He rushed to the
wheel, found 1t deserted and spun
the spokes over in an effort to
bring the ship to the wind.
The very feel Of the vessel
under his feet told Arson that
she was doomed.
ITO go like this-to go like
this"' Arson stood on the poop
holding on to a rope and gazing
forward along the inclining decks
Of his ship. Already the fore
hatch had burst open and water
and floatable cargo had spewed
out. Alongside, the boats were
tossing and Mr.. French was call
ing him. Come on, Cap'en Camp.
bell! We must git clear away
afore she takes the plunge"
In. the dark, It was impossible
to tell who manned the two boats.
In the stern-sheets Of his own
boat, Arson found Mary beside
him. Mulcahey's Irish brogue be.
trayed his presence on the after
thwart The oars were shipped
and the small craft drifted away
to leeward and clear of the sink.
ing vessel.
On the Aphrodite's decks the
torches remained flaring, illum-
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RoEN CONFRONTED THE WOMAN IN CHARGE.

not have it? She should never
have come - 80
'1'm afraid wen have to keep
1t. I'm not at liberty to destroy
Roen stood on the top Of a hill.
Oft there to the north Tamalpais
rose sheer and brown above the
blue.green waters. A crystalline
day with every spire reaching to
the sky
She saw nothing. She wished
to fling herself on the ground
burrow into the cool, brown earth
hide herself
And when finally she reached
the cottage she found it almost
impossible to go in.
II can never face her" she
thought. II can never let her
know / know this thing"
She would keep 1t secret. No
one in the world should ever
know what Dearie had done to
her. And she would wipe even
the trace Of it from her mothers
thought. She would give her
something fine and glad and joy
Gus to take the place Of this dew.
astating, wantonly cruel self-efface.
ment. She would lift Dearie in
her strong young arms and bear
her to some shining happiness.
The way would be found-it
would surely be found 80
In the middle of the night Roen
awakened. The palms of her hands
were hot and moist. Her throat
was hoarse, as though she had
been shouting. She had dreamed.
Her heart raced. She had dreamed
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She got up, trembling, and
reached for her hat. AS she
stuck the long pins through her
hair, she turned to Burton.
Tears sprang to her eyes. mo
don't come, Mr.. Burton. It
won't do any good. There's
nothing anyone can do that viii
better my mother"
He came over and took Rooms
hands. He said to her kindly:
I'm not sure about that, Roen.
You might let me try"
CHAPTER p
You said it might help, Roen.
Now why do you take 1t back and
tell me not to Gomez"
She grew pale as she had been
crimson. Nothing is changed with
me, Mr.. Burton"
And il / understand this, you're
willing to have ms come? Just to
help your mothers"
II don't know what to say"
"I'll say 1t for you. I'll come.
She thought. trembling: oh
my life Ii all scratched up? He
wanted to drive her home. but
she insisted that she had shop
ping to do.
His eyes appealed and smiled.
And there in the spacious vestibule
of the building he stood, holding
Rooms hand in a lettering clasp:
Some other time then?''
As his car sped away, Evelyn
Royce, standing with hen back
turned at fhe cigar and randx-
counter, now sauntered over and
took Rooms arm.
TO Be Continued Tomorrow
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"NoTHNG WE CAN DO TO HELP MOTHER"

Roen. These were strengthened
OF late. A year and q third gone
since he asked her to marry him
Ia year and a third since she
told him she was engaged. But
she was no nearer marriage now
than on that first day he'd
answered the phone to a young
boy who inquired, els there a
Miss Roen Ross working there?"
James Burton remembered that
August day in 1907 when Roen
had come through the dismantled
street to the shack where they
were quartered-remembered her
blue REFER coat and the hair
blowing under her sailor hat He
remembered that afternoon when
Michael had phoned and the
breathless excitement In Rooms
downcast eyes. He guessed even
then that Roen was in love.
A young love-ardent and beau
tiful while It lasts-sweeter than
any other love. but like an early
flower that one treasures for its
dear Elusive fragrance-not ask.
ing ungratefully that it out.
live the springtime.
The springtime was gone. Bur.
ton felt It had taken Rooms
love. He noticed her quiet
the subdued and almost weighty
quiet so different from the ra-
diant vitality that made her
face seem to bloom, her dark,
passionate eyes to glow, even
when she sat motionless at her
desk.
He came over and sat on the
far edge Of her desk. gazing
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Of Michael. She was shouting to
him. She shouted. 60 away
80 awayr'
Now she dropped against the
pillow. She recalled all of this ter
rible dream. But the dream was
past. And she said to herself
quietly, II can never bring him
here"
She saw with ruthless clearness.
Michael could never come to
Dearie's cottage.
Evening after evening Dearie
sat in her Iounging chair, a pale
loneliness on her features as
Roen read aloud. "Oh, listen to
this! Isn't 1t a riot?" Roen would
order with almost sobbing hilarity
as she read q gay joke-a humor.
Gus sketch-all the while watch.
ing her mother with frantic inten.
sity.
Michael had not come tonight.
She got up quietly and went over
to the bureau. On the wall were
pictures-snap shots Of Jackie
from the time he was 4 years old
There was that one Of him dressed
UP In Dearie's skirt and her hat
with the feather. How he used
to go prancing down the living
room, jouncing the hustle. And
Hben used to say: ''Look-oh.
isn't he adorable! Smile. Dearie
--please!' In the days after
Bohby-dad died.
Roen looked at this faded pic.
ture now. She grabbed it from
the wall and kissed 1.-THE darling
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mating the dismal scene within
the area Of their radiance. AS the
ship rolled in the trough, the
lights flashed on the huddled
watchers, revealing strained,
anxious faces. silently awaiting
the end. And as they drifted,
Arson stood staring with unblink.
ing stony eyes at the shadowy
fabric of what was once the pride
of his heart. His Aphrodite, sore.
ly wounded, was slowly settling
down into the black waters Of a
desolate sea.
or a sudden the ship listed to
starboard and the the tall spars
described q great arc, barely Wis
lole against the sullen sky as they
Tell over towards the boats. The
torches, the red and green side
lights were blotted out and only
the carven Aphrodite was dis.
cernible in the dark. The blurred
bulk Of the ship quickly merged
into the blackness, the white
Venus appeared to poise grace
fully for a fleeing space Of time
ere plunging into the wet tumuIt.
suggesting by a shapely appraised
arm a hooking farewell to the
watchers. and a glad return to
the sea foam from whence she
sprung, then, with incredible
swiftness, the whole fabric van
ished and the boats were left, toss
ing and plunging, in q whirling
broil OF foam and wreckase,
drenched with bitter sprays and
sleety rain.
Arson, dazed. lacking full com
prehension for the time being,
stood in the stern Of the wallow.
ing boat staring at the place
where once his ship had floated.
My ship! My ship gone!
gomez The words came from his
twisted lips in a low-voiced cry
and the flood.gates of emotion
were carried away and sped in hot
tears down his cheeks to mingle
with the brine and rain on his
face. And while he was enduring
his space of wretchedness and
despair, the intuition of woman
sent a small hand clasping COM
fortingly over his own. pressing
with keen sympathy. Inurmuring
a cheering message to light the
blacl1ness OF his DISTRESS.
God will help you, Arson,
to cheer and guide you in your
time of anxiety and grief. We
must trust in God, Arson; I'm
praying for your
At the sound Of her words, he
pulled himself together. and when
he spoke his tones were harsh.
commanding: Step the mast. reef
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BY
Frederick William Wallace

shell never stick this sort of
thing" he mentally observed.
"The exposure will kill her in .
day or two II we keep afloat
poor girl, poor little
girl" And with his head buried
in his great coat collar, he stared
ahead at sea and swelling sail,
the tiller clasped in his numb
fingers, steering the boat in her
mountings and dippings over the
piling rollers.
In the early morning, rain
squall drenched the flying boats,
accentuating the damp misery OF
the occupants. This is pretty
tough on you, Mary" remarked
Arson hoarsely; but don't let 1t
depress you. We may be picked
UP during the day our
chances are good He reach
ed out and patted her shoulder
reassuringly, impelled thus, per-
haps, by the thought Of her sex,
or the memory OF her sympathy
In his black hour.
ST have no fear, Arson. Ny
trust is in God. His will be
doner' Her voice sounded clear
and calm to his ears and he men,
tally pictured her face, placid,
hopeful, devout, reflection OF
her words. Oppressed with the
seriousness of the situation. he
made no sneering comment on
her faith.
The tardy daylight came at
last. heralded by cold yellowing
in the east, and accentuating the
somhre prospect of the grey
green waste upon which they
were tossing.
Where's Crosby" In the half,
light Arson scanned the faces of
those in his boat and asked the
question gruffly.
In the. mates boat. sorr, I'm
afther thinkin'." replied Null.
cahey. HE was wild me last
night when we was getting this
boat out, and he says to me so
long, Nike and he goes aft
Arson scrutinized the mates
boat running along close under
their lee.
ST don't see him there" He
hailed Mr.. French, who was steer.
ing the smaller craft. Crosby
with you, mister?" In reply the
mate shook his head. ''In your
boat, amt he?" came his nasal
bawling across the intervening
water.
Then he went down with her.
the old scut!' Arson was grim.
visaged as he made the remark.
And. speaking quietly to himself.
he added lust what I'd expect
him to do. She was his child. his
ah-in-all. the ship Of his dreams.
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6ScHES hit somethin' a perishin'
- crack jest under number one
hatch couldn't see nawthln'
blackern' he'll" Crosby
bawled the intelligence in dis
jointed sentences.
Sound the well Arson
delivered a series Of rapid COM
mardS. Oblivious to the fact that
he had neither coat nor hat on, he
strobe anxiously down on the
main deck to where Crosby was
sounding the fore hold. Mulcahey
held a lamp to tight the operation,
and when Crosby pulled the rod up
from the sounding well, the many
feet of wet rod and line told a
frightening story. Judas Priest"
calculated Arson, startled Shes
bust wide open and leaking like a
basket! There's s feet already"
And while he was speaking, the
mon at the clanking wheel pumps
began discharging clear brine from
the hold.
SECT the boats turned over and
ready to lower water and
8ENU IASm Keep pumping
=" The men literally flew to
obey the orders with the haste Of
fear, the shadow Of imminent death
on their minds.
What a place to be caught like
this! muttering to himself as he
raced aft, Arson thought of a
thousand things. systematically
he could feel the ship WalloWing
sluggishly under his ieet; she was
settling by the head already.
/. Mary awaited him in the pilot
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your mother? Must she seek re.
lief from the county?"
did my mother come out here
herself?'
Il don't hear you." said Miss
Porter.
"oh," said Roen, strug. cling
against the thickness OF her tongue?
did my mother come out here
herself?"
"Yes-about month ago-the
end of July"
She stood up: There is no rea.
son in the world why she should
ask admittance. I've supported
her for seven years. earn plenty.
wish only to earn more for her"
To her terror she found her voice
falling, her hands now trembling
violently and the tears rushing to
her eyes.
She turned irreso.utely, ayerting
her face. MY mother has become
melancholy. She is i'll. She thinks
she is interfering with me. knew
nothing Of this l can
hardly believe you. My mother is
the laeL person IN san FRANCISCO
who will ever so to the Relief
Home"
She was forced to take out her
MISUNDERSTANDING for a moment
she stood with her hands pressed
over her face.
Pardon me-" she said vaguely.
II do not know how to take this.
didn't dream she was so UNI
happy" She faltered. Dearie
had taken this trip-she had rid
den out in the bus-felt herself
driven to it a pale, lovely
woman who had once been SO
adored.
Roen moved toward the door.
''Of course you will refuse her?"
"Yes-I'm sorry, Miss Ross.
felt your mother was q most un.
usual case ."
Rooms eyes dwelt on the file
with Dearie's application-Anna
Ross, widow and destitute.
Must you keep her card? May
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NOlO Go On With The Story

CHE went down a long hail in one
- of the gray buildings to q room
where fairly young woman, pleas.
ing and rnatter-of-fact. motioned
her to q chair.
Miss Ross? I'm Miss Porter"
she ran her fingers hastily through
cards in an index, took out one
and laid it before her. Roen saw
typed across it: Anna Ross,
widow"
'Your mother is an invaIid?"
eyes"
''She was here about two weeks
ago. AS you probably know, she
applied for admittance."
81 know nothing about it. Moth.
ing whatever"
mo? She stated in her appllca.
ton that she had no one upon
whom she could depend"
And she asked to be admitted
e the hospital? The County Hos.
pital"
ssWhy, no-to the Relief Home"
Roen leaned forward, clenching
the desk: my mother asked to
be taken to the Poor House?'
1.-THE Relief Home-yes-"
''And she said she had no one?
She was destitute?"
Miss Porter nodded. She made
mental note of Rooms sturdy tweed
suit, her good tailored waist, the
smart, plain hat with the wing at
the side and the flutter Of bright
chestnut hair.
Eyes, this was her statement.
She was destitute--she had no
means Of support, no one to de-
pend upon. We're compelled to
check up on all these applications.
We can only admit the absolutely
needy. Are you in no position to
i support your mother? Have you
REFUSED"
Roen stared at the knuckles of
Aher. hands. Her veins, too, were
Sblanching and her mind-she felt
stiff and whitel She listened to
the loudness humping in he.
throat.
Have you refused to support
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at her with frank interest. "How's
your mother. Roen?"
Not so very well"
"She lives too confined. Too
bad How's Jackie doing at
SCHOOL,"
"oh. fine" said Roen. flush.
ing with pride. He's in bis
third year now. He's awfully
young for that-and he may
make the football team-the reg.
ulars. / hope so. He's almost
crazy with hope"
And how's Roen?"
What do you mean?" said
she, stiffly.
Just that-you seem unhappy
or not unhappy, but troubled,
lately. Why?"
"oh, nothing. But Dearie's
been-she's not been getting bet.
ter. That's ALL"
"Quite all, Roen?"
Eyes - yes. indeed. That's
enough
T guess So he pulled q
wallet and papers from his vest
pocket and began sorting these.
"Oh, by the way, III bring
you that copy of Frances book,
And say. Roen, I'll drive around
and take your mother out one
Of these Sundays. Why not?"
''It might help" she said.
But no sooner had she said
this than she grew crimson and
alarmed and hastened painfully.
"Oh, I mean-she would enjoy
it-she seemed to like those
rides
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the angel. Tears rushed to her
eyes and mellowed her.
She would find some way. She
always had. Grow up quickly.
and take care of them. Since
she was Is. Why should she
fail now"
When finally she lay with the
young, soft arms folded under her
head she felt resolute and at
peace. She was older in strength
than Dearie. She would not be
daunted by this thing Dearie
had done.
She sat at her desk In the
office, tucking her pay envelope
in her purse. She would leave a
little before five ana buy the
lavender sweater for Dearie. Al.
most every day now she brought
home some trifling gift-make
Dearie see how much she counted
make her know that Roen was
in no slightest hurry. Sweet
enough to love and wait
Burton, a blue cornflower in
his button hole. pushed the door
abruptly. Seeing Roen, pleased
expression came over his face.
Take letter for me?" he asked
in a light, friendly tone.
He looked very brisk and clean
in his dark gray flannel suit--a
gray and blue necktie and the
handkerchief bordered in gray
sticking from his coat pocket
carefree and summery-a happy
enough bachelor WIN liked his
freedom and was yet hiding his
time.
For he had his own ideas Of
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HOW CAN WOMEN
KEEP WELL ENOUGH
TO GET UP SINGING?

my mother.In.Iaw." Gays Mrs.
Belle Thompson, 3101 q. 44th St.,
East Lake, Tenn, told me Of Lydia
d. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound
and Lydia e. Pinkham's Sanative
Wash. took six bottles ofs the
Vegetable Compound. could sleep
and would get up In the morning
singing and feeling fine. { am the
mother of three children, and always
after the babies came l had to take
treatments. but can truly say that
this last time / have only used the
Sanative Wash. 1t does more good
than the treatments. It keeps me on
my feet to care for my children and
I do most Of my work. / feel it my
duty to let you know how both Of
the medicines have helped me-"
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The knowledge Test for
Times Readers

Do you know:
/. Who made the role Of rip Van Wrinkle" famous!
Who the commander of the American Asiatic fleet?
What scientific discovery has been made by Gustaf
Elmen?
4. What river is crossed by Camden Bridge?
By what name the Chinese Empire known in Europe
in medieval finest
6. What is lapidary?
Fill each blank:
z. "The jolly Rogers" flag
8. The island Of Malta belongs to
The red lion rampant the flag Of Great Britain stands
10. St Christopher is the patron Of --.
Match correctly:
IL. Emil Jannings. pirate
13. Cecile Chamnade artist
IA Gordon Craig. novelist
15 Marcel Proust philosopher
To- Gott1ried LAebnltz.
IT. William Kidd. actor
See tomorrows paper to verify your results.
Answers to yesterdays test:
Novelist; philosopher aviator; golfer; artist
minister birds plant Massachusetts; TO- fruit H. Bird 1
william Jennings Bryant 10. Theseus; H. Woodrow Wilson; 49,
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craft, they tossed and wa1lowed in
the great swells Of the South
Pacific a hundred and fifty miles
from the nearest land, and that
land q sterile, sparsely inhabited
coast, craggy, mountainous, q
myriad OF defiles and labyrinthine
channels, blessed with but little
useful vegetation and cursed with
the most inhospitable climate in
the world. Arson fully realized
this and the burden Of RESPONSE
bility rested heavily on his shoul.
ders. And scarce knowing how
they were equipped for existence
or the quantity and nature of the
provisions in the boats, no man
more anxiously awaited the hour
Of dawn.
How are you making out,
Mary?" Several times during the
long night he asked the question.
He seemed unduly soIicitous and
when q cheerful answer came
from the figure huddled beside
him, 1t had a heartening effect
in dispelling the gloomy fancies
that charged his mind.
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the sail and hoist It wen
get along now!"
CHAPTER LII
The weather moderated toward
midnight and the vapor aloft
thinned out, showing the stars in
the scattered spaces. Under the
reefed sail the boat raced before
the black swells, heading east
for the Patagonian coast of
Chile. The men trimmed the boat
and relieved each other at baiIing
the water which fell aboard from
sprays apd rain. Clad in sodden
clothing. the condition of the
people was indescribably wretched
and in the chill wind they huddled
close under the gunnels or
crouched in the boats bottom,
silent, numbed with the cold and
wet, praying for day to break.
Like a ghostly shadow among the
surges, the mates boat paced
them q short distance away to
leeward.
The situation held terrors dread
full to contemplate. In their tiny
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there to meet old ocean swirling
about him, embracing his upre-
sistant body, to carry him quietly
down into the shadowy depths
along with the ship he built and
loved. Damn himp' he cried
aloud. 81 should have gone with
her. tool! And the grim look on
his face deepened until it set like
a stony mask.
Go Be Continued Tomorrow
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Anothsr Happy Woman

II read about Lydia z. Pinkhama
Vegetable Compound in the little
books you give away and began ia
take the medicine. After the nrkA
few bottles / began to feel better
and could eat better and had fewer
headaches. ] feel like q different
person. At anytime that don't feel
good ] take the Vegetable Compound
again, as always keep q bottle on
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any letters sent to me. "-MRs. JEWs
ME POLICEMAN, 611-11th St.. Union
City. N. J.
This dependable medicine he's
been In use for over fifty yearA
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When she went. he went with
her."
Crosby, the old sea-warrior,
creator OF ships, had skunk away
to be alone. in her dying mo-
ments, with the fabric of his art
and skill. The damned old usurp-
err. thought Arson, sitting there in
his place, waiting until the chill
sea invaded his trysting spot
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This Day in Our History

CCUDDERS American New York city, pur-
~ chased in 1S41 by p Barnu
had added many attractions through
efforts it provided the best show in the United States
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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:

II first Roen appealing lovely Michael
ssc gay hearted college lad pledge their toth They
California
3. returns to Berkeley where he = taking fveyar course u
Burton Of insurance firm Roen i the sole support Of
The night before he died. five years previous Roen father Bobby
e keep her trust Expenses She is panic stricken looking
Burton employer begins paying court are urges oen
to for
The day Burton also He outlines glowing
tempting picture the things
oe oppressed longing Michael Burton She
stakes all Michael deafenng her heart the suggestion
that he will fail her.
No,r In On With The Storu
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SSoi 3. AAtH oT., HAST LAKE, TkNN.
Springtime streamed in through
che open windows. The green fields
OF Georgia were basking in the sum
shine. Somewhere q bird was trill,
ing. It was Q day to be happy.
But the pale woman at the table
sighed and pushed away her plate.
Nothing tasted right. She couldn't
eat much. She couldn't sleep well,
either. She was so weak, it was
hard to do her work. When the baby
cried, she wanted to cry, too.
She had not been well for four
years. Her husband watched her
with q mans helpless expression.
But his mother knew Q remedy
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Detecting FIalOs in Steel

CEENG through steel by Xray usually possible only
depth Of three inches but IL inches aluminium
transparent BY Of Xray flaws blowhoes
metal castings distinctly visible