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The Washington times., 1927-12-30

"This newspaper. in accordance
with it's policy of fair play. sub.
mits to the voters the name OF
Kent Rossiter for the office Of
District Attorney at the fall elec.
tions."
A crude piece of writing it was
but it might have been done in
fire so brilliant did it seem to
Emily.
She bought the newspaper at
noon and carried it back to the
shop. folding it so the article
was on the outside. And when
ever she had an idle moment she
would read it. always with a
new thrill.
Once. glancing up. she saw a
man who sometimes went into
Judge Morrow's office standing
with a newspaper in his hand.
His hat was on the back of his
head and he scowled. She could
see the headlines and knew he
was reading the editorial about
Kent.
Suddenly the man jerked his
shoulders and pushed his hat still
farther back. She got the i'm.
preston that he was very angry
and wondered il Boss Morrow
would mind il Kent was district
attorney.
The man dashed up the stairs
and she watched him, through the
window, enter MorroW's office
and put the paper on the desk.
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SALLY'S SHOULDERS By Beatrice Burton

Il don't" Sally sang out in.
stantly. And l wouldn't take a
job with him. Mabsy, if it were the
last job in the merry old town. and
was living on crusts in a garrett"
Il don't see whv you're so bitter
against him." observed Mabel. He
always speaks so well of your
work"
my work. yes," pondered Sally,
when she was alone in the dining
room that no longer was a dining
room, but an antique shop. But
what he thinks of my work and
what he thinks of me are two very
different things!" She polishad a
bright blue vase of Bristol lass
and tried to forget him.
But all she could think Of was
the night when he had shaken her
by her shoulders and told her how
shameless she was to display her.
self to a roadhouse crowd in a
Savannah Stomp" dance that was
more Of a "shimmy" than a stomp.
She was glad when Aunt EN-
called from upstairs to ask her to
come up and look at Great-grand-
mother Jeromes yellow Venetian
mirror. Glad of her aunts harsh
voiced chatter, as they worked to.
gether side by side all day long.
1t took her mind away from her.
self and John Nye.
In a rainy November day two
weeks later, Sally came downstairs
at twilight to put the kettle on
for tea.
\ 4 X
Aunt EN- had decided that It
would be nice to serve tea to any
customers who dropped in to buy
antiques. So far there had been
no customers, although the shop
had been open for business for a
week.
But this afternoon, as Sally
reached the bottom of the we'll
carpeted stairs. she heard a mans
voice in the big. shadowy room
where the heirlooms Of the Jer-
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Another man stepped forward and
the three read together.
They talked afterward and she
speculated upon wnat they were
saying. Had she heard she would
not have understood.
When the first man shook his
finger under the judges nose he
was clustering, You're back of
this. Morrow"
The three eyed each other and
the one who had been in the OF.
flee inquired, more mildly,
What's the dope?"
The first exploded. Cant you
read? Ask him what's the dope"
Thrusting his chin toward the
Judge.
Morrow was quiet though a
purple shadow crept up his jowls.
You know what it's about. II
you hadn't pulled that raw stuff
on those bridge contracts! Whole
county's one grand squawk.
Think I'd throw this his way
il he wasn't half baked parlor
pup? Know the name, don't
you? Think it'll muffle the pub.
lie yip for pure politics?
"Supposing you highbinders
look around the end of your ugly
noses for once. Now get out;
I'm busy"
Emily saw the two come down
the stairs and walk away up the
street together, red and silent.
When she started for home the
lemon-colored roadster that used
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to come tearing up the hill and
stop noisely before the Brents'
was parked at the corner. Stella,
looking oddly little and fright.
ened, was in a corner Of the seat.
Emily crossed to her gaily.
"Skeets taking you out, dear?"
Just q ride up the river.
Grand day for that" Stella
laughed uneasily.
Emily stood by, embarrassed,
trying to think Of something to
say. When Skeets came, finally,
he put something in the back of
the car. 1t was then Emily
caught sight of two bags tucked
away under the covers; a smart
one half covered with labels: the
other new and such a gaudy bag
as Stella would buy.
She leaned over whispering
while Skeets fooled with the en-
gine. Is 1t an elopment. Stell?
You're going to be married? Oh,
l hope you'll be happy
The other girl shot a nervous
glance at Skeets and Emily
pressed her hand.
She looked backward at the
corner. Stella was watching her.
and there were tears in the black
eyes.
About this time a small, white.
clad figure was sliding through
the hedge toward the Brents'.
Dottie hadn't talked. No one
had been able to make her tell
about the night in the st. John
mountains.
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were in the picture; not laughing
as in the old days.
The story said Kent had come
home to live after years at school
and abroad. He had passed his
bar examinations with honors and
expected to open an office in
Lyall.
So Anne didn't know after all,
Emily told herself exultantly.
He was coming back-coming
here to hve-to open an office
like any young country lawyer,
trying to work his way up. Diff
ferent from Marty who wished
to play with the right crowd"
Oh. he'd succeed! So brave, so
very fine! She was enormously
proud of him.
And she was in an ecstasy the
next day when the Item printed
a half page editorial suggesting
Mr.. Kent Roster for district at.
torney.
What we need" ran the ar.
ticle, "is someone with the cour-
age to defy boss rule in this
county. A man of sincere pur.
pose and unquestioned integrity;
a crusader.
THE name of Rossiter always
has stood for honor in this com.
munity.
THAT he is young-bareIy
twenty-five - is no argument
against his ability.
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ONE family were set out to be
sold.
That's q fine old piece" the
voice was saying, and it was the
voice that had been echoing in
Sally's ears for many. many
months. 1t was John Nye's voice.
Without a sound, Sally crept
down into the hall and peeped
into the room from behind the
crimson velvet curtains that hung
across the doorway.
John was standing in a far
corner, looking at Great.grand-
mother Jerome's old spinning
wheel, and Aunt En- was looking
up at him with a mocking light
in her eyes.
Now, what on earth would
you do with a spinning wheel?
A bachelor like you?" she asked
him snappily. while Sally listened.
Johns deep voice murmured
something that Sally could noS
catch, and Aunt EN- laughed
again.
well. I'll tell Sally that you
were here when she comes in"
she said then, and Sally's hyacinth.
blue eyes opened wide with as
tonishment. Why in the world
had Aunt EN- told John Nye she
was not at home?
"All right. Thanks very much"
John answered. II may drop in
again to take another look at
that spinning wheel. It's very
nice.'
He picked up his hat and started
for the door.
Sally had Just time to fade
into the pantry before he came
out into the hall, passed 80 close
to her that she could have reached
out and touched him. and went
out through the side door.
Then she emerged from her hid
ing place.
why did you tell him I wasn't
at home?" she asked Aunt En-
when he had vanished through
the gateposts in his brown car.
why did II" echoed Aunt EN-.
"Why. because you said the other
day that you wouldn't work for
him il he were the last man on
earth! And besides, think he
came to ask You to work for him,
and was afraid that If you saw
him you might go! I don't want
you to go. 7 don't want you to
leave me!''
IT don't want to go!'' declared
Sally. her face flaming, I'm
nothing to him but human type
writer! That's his only interest
in me-to have me work for him
because I work faster than any.
body else be ever had! I hope
I never see him again.
But she kent remembering what
he had said-that he might drop
in again toi look at the old spin-
ming wheel. Such 4 funny thing
for man to want-an old spin-
ming wheel. No wonder Aunt Em
had laughed in his facei
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NOlU Go On With The Story.

Yet when she had united the
cord the tissue wrappingS would
give up a bouquet, fresh and
lovely. always packed in fern.
Sometimes there would be a
whimsical and affectionate little
note, but never a card. Still
that wasn't necessary. Kingdom
Coles sent her the flowers. Each
morning that had gone since that
ride up the Storm King Road
he had done this.
A bunch of violets, flutter Of
sweet-peas, pale pink and lovely
like herself; perhaps two or three
golden orchids, sophisticated and
fragile.
Very beautiful they were, very
colorful. Yet never fragrant.
Hot house flowers" she would
tell herself. Blossoms forced
into being-well, they'd have no
perfume. Smell of the sun and
the clean wind-not for them.
Gorgeous but not sweet. They
fill the eye, never the. heart"
And it would seem to her that
someway they symbolized her
relationship to Coles.
She tried very hard to love
him. She had given her word.
or almost had given it. that she
would be his wife one day. And
she felt a tenderness was due
him, something of the shining
lilt Kent had stirred in her.
But that, she would tell her.
self, could not be. Only dream
1t was; one of those radiant
dreams that never come true.
So she would fill the jars that
cluttered the shop with the flow
ers feeling rather restless and
protesting.
She never carried a blossom
home; never slipped one between
the pages of book. She en-
joyed their beauty but they in.
spired her with no sentiment.
Marty had taken to wandering
in occasionally, often mornings
when she was likely to be alone.
He would glance at two or three
bouquets standing about and nod
in an amused way.
81 see frail Percivars been say
Ing it with flowers" he would
observe as if sharing rare joke.
THAT will do. Marty. And the
next time you follow me I'm not
going to keep it to myself" .
Thinking of telling him.?
with a pleased grin.
Because a man has decent
manners doesn't mean he'll be
imposed on"
His voice was edged now. II
don't mind your playing around,
En-. He's harmless enough. But
don't forget I'm taking good care
of what's mine!"
He had an odd ability to make
her angry. Go away!' she flung
at him. Go out and find Anne.
She seems to like you!"
"Jealous!! That's great!" And
he went out, laughing.
He came late one evening and
threw himself into the porch
swing. II passed the exams, En-.
I'm a lawyer now"
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Three.
1t was December 1. But he had
not come.
CHAPTER LxV
Sally's life, during this time, was
a most unnatural life for a very
beautiful girl who was only 81
years old, and full of high spirits,
besides. A girl who looked as If
nature had formed her for life at
its best-for love and laughter.
She spent her days in the silent
old house polishing glass and ma
hogany, making tea for the few
customers who dropped in every
now and then to buy antiques at
'Ye Shoppe of Mistress Emily
Jerome"
At night she washed up the
dishes, set the kitchen to rights,
and settled down before the coal
fire with Aunt EN- to read the
papers. All around them the old
house was very quiet on these
early winter nights. The only
sounds were the creaking of
boards. Goals dropping in the CRATE.
and the funny little scratching
sound of mice between the walls.
Once in while Aunt EN- would
glance up from her magazine or
paper to see if it was time to go to
bed. The evenings were longer
than the days to Sally-and those
were long enough.
All her life she had been so busy
with her own family, and later
with Mr.. Peevey and Aunt EN-,
that she had no girl chum. She
never had had time for one.
There came an evening when she
was so lonely that she actually got
as far as the telephone to call up
Ted Sloan and ask him to take her
to a moving picture show. Any
thing to break the awful mo-
notony. Anything.
But, after she had given his
number, she hung up the receiver.
What was the use Of starting
things all over again with Ted?
He was probably forgetting her.
and taking some other girl out
with him to dance the "kinkajou"
or the Palm Beach walk.
On the fifteenth Of December q
letter came from Millie. A thick
letter in a pale.pink perfumed en-.
velope with Sally's address writ.
ten in violet ink.
News from Bermuda" Sally
called to Aunt Emily. and carried
it into the big display room, where
her aunt was having hot toast and
tea while she read magazine on
interior decorating.
She tore open the envelope and
began to read the letter aloud to
Aunt EN-. Stranded I'M the old
house. as they were. they shared
all their small excitements.
MY dear. darling sister," she
read. Heres q piece Of news for
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you that will certainly knock you
for at least a wedding present.
Your little sister il married, and is
Luis Pablo Vara, Of Buenos Aires!
He is the best.looking thing you
ever saw. Ramon Navarro is no
where in 1t with him, and he has
MONEY besides. He came here on
business the same day / arrived.
with Mother and Papa, and it was
just fate that led US here, we are
sure -"
At this point Aunt Em let out
loud and scornful laugh ''Fate!'
she scoffed. Hell probably curse
his fate when he really begins to
know Miss Millie! When he begins
to see through her, and some Of
her bills come in"
He's rich." Sally began.
Aunt Em shrugged her shoul-
ders. "No man nkes an extrava.
CANT wife, even If he has lots of
money" she said, with the air of
Beatrice Fairfax. And Millie is
sure to throw away money as If
1t were coffee beans. He's a coffee
planter. isn't he?"
Sally nodded and went on read.
ing: "I know you and Aunt En-
will wonder what TO give me for a
wedding present, 90 I'm writing to
tell you what want. I want
Aunt Em to send me all Of the Je.
rome family silver -"
''Well, I like her nerver' gasped
Aunt EN-, jumping up from her
chair, both hands on her hips. In q
warlike pose.
IT really ought to have it"
Millie had gone on writing, "for
Beau and his wife would only
pawn it IL they got 1t and the
chances are that you will never
marry, Sally, dear.
You do your best to make Aunt
Em give the silver to me. won't
you? have always wanted it, and
she's had it long enough Then
see If you can't get her to let you
give me the old grandfather's
clock for your wedding present to
me. Sally. You can coax IL away
from her, all right. She's always
liked you.
Go Be Continued Tomorrow
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CONTINUED Tomorrow

For this she was kept at home.
She could stroll about the yard,
but she had always to be within
sight Of the house. She had grown
moody and resentful; her only in.
terest was helping Kitten get out
, on her own escapades.
There was a tiny building at
the back Of the lot which had
been a playhouse when the chill.
dren were small; here the two
youngsters kept a mirror and
powder and rouge and earrings.
They went here now and Kitten
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, "Why, that's wonderful, Marty.
Doing it all yourself-a splendid
thing"
"Said I'd show them"
He was leaving for the Middle
West, he told her. Job all ready
when he came back.
You won't have your private
office? l thought lawyers always
wanted to start in for them
selves" she said, thinking of what
Kent had told her long ago.
That's uphill. It's better to
go in with the right crowd. The
Judge is the one for me-"
She looked at him quickly, kindl-
ing with astonishment. THE
Judge? You're going to work for
Judge Morrow"
with him." rather haughtily.
"That surprise you, EN-? Why?"
She didn't know exactly. She
believed now that Morrow con-
trolled politics in the county and
perhaps in section of the State.
Frances had told her this in
curt, disgusted tone. Boss Nor.
row
IIODdUly ne LIlOuSAI NnaA ~ a
bright young fellow, as indeed he
was, and wished new blood in his
office. Red blood. Or perhaps
Anne had asked her father to
make a place for him.
Judge Morrow was fond of his
daughter, everybody said. His
one weakness, it was.
Had Marty understood that and
deliberately become friendly with
Anne because of it? Would any
man use a girls interest in, him
to further his way toward sue
cess?
She had been rather proud of
Marty once. She had seen him
as one climbing above every sort
of obstacle toward high achieve
ment, one growing great and hon.
orable as he fought upward.
This vision of him wavered and
dimmed now; she felt rather weary
and rather resentful, as IL she
had been defrauded.
Don't see why you're so sur.
prised. I'm not exactly a liabil.
"Of course not, Marty. I'm sure
you'll be a success" She re-
solved to give him the benefit of
the doubt. She had no right to
judge him. Perhaps, after all,
Anne had sought him instead of
it being the other way about.
They'll say you're in the party
machine" she told him, laughing
She expected an emphatic denial
but he made no reply. She didn't
know, of course, that old Tim had
said the same thing a few hours
before.
$50 yen be steppin' wit the
gang, me lad? Think we've got
the world b the leg but better
not forget till keep an eye out.
They're slick"
Marty had nodded and locked
his gaze with the old blue one.
I'll not forget"
Emily walked with him down
the steps. Good luck. Marty.
I'll be wishing it for you."
He, crushed her hand and would
have drawn her to him but she
moved back. He hesitated a mo-
ment, head down; then he went
away slowly down the street.
Afterward she remembered 1t
was the first time in months he
had said nothing about his inten-
sion of marrying her some day.
CHAPTER 3S.
A week or so later Emily put
a new clipping into the Japanese
box.
The Lyall Star printed a pic
ture of Kent; blurred and un-
fIatfAriuv likeness which I1idn't
look much like anyone, really.
But she thought it marvellous;
with warm, gentle flush gliding
over her she studied the features
the proud tilt to the head, the
frank young eyes, the beautifully
chiseled lips. Rather grave thew
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Congressional Club
Cook Book

BY Mrs. John C. Ketcham, wife of
Representative Ketcham (Mich.)
CARAMEL TAPIoCA PUDDING
" cup minute tapioca
1a teaspoon salt
/ quart boiling water
Cook these ingredients together
and add l teaspoon vanilla and
112 cups sugar, caramelized. Serve
cold with whipped cream.
Copyright, 1927, by the Congressional
Ciuh t,s
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DISASTER IN
UMBRELLA


IF YOU want to avoid a blaze
4 in your automobile, refrain
from placing an umbrella over the
heater on the floor of your car,
warns the National Safety Council.
Many umbrellas have handles,
tips or rings made Of celluloid
which may ignite as result Of
carelessly putting them too close
to heat.
People shouldn't place umbrellas
close to stoves in their homes or
offices either, continues the bul.
letin issued by the accident pre-.
vention association which has re.
ceived reports of explosions fol.
lowing such habits.
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made herself up. She felt very
much the lady OF the world with
ear-drops dangling against her
throat and her lips painted scar.
let. OF course she couldn't do
this at home, for it always brought
about trouble for Emily.
Presently she took the path up
the hill which was not visible
from her own home and hurried
over to Main Street. There she
loitered, turning her head as cars
passed. One stopped and she got
in,
Go Be Continued Tomorrow
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FREE DENTAL
CLINIC

A FREE dental clinic for chill
n dren in the first two grades
OF rural schools Of Alabama has
been announced by the State
health officer, who IL acting in
cooperation with the dentists Of
the State. The new service will
begin with one dentist. who will
travel from county 60 county
visiting the schools. The staff
will be increased "a the work Do
comes better organized.
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An Intriguing Serial by the Author Of
Golden Roads" " Thrill Hunters"
and Other ROmances
What Has Happened So Far:


the Rosser factory He rails against the rC and the mother has
to
slter but Marty Nolan whose father keeps speakeasy
with socially
elect and whether she will Unable
the
who her. risks his life gather
might have been kied she cries. I'D than that
replies
orator. who talks to her about beauty and COLOR and her
with Emily makes visits father
Dukes Stephen Day for making trouble at the factory He predicts
feels greatly Marty
Adale which she Ragg She discusses the question
Of blue blood with her mother.
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This Day is Our History

THE treaty for the Gadsden signed 80
1853 negotiated the purchase by the United States
Mexico Of strip of land 500 miles long and 12O miles wde
forming part of Arizona and New Mexico.
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Rare Book Used as StrOp

NAN in Iowa has eather-bound church history
"A printed England This good condition,
except where the bindings slightly ncked The said his
ancestors sropped their the leather.
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MRS. A. K. THOMPSON, of 1924 Potomac
Avenue, Washington, whose children are
shown above, writes that many Of her friends
have asked her if Bond Bread is homemade. They
have seen she says, the improvement in the
health of Margaret Louise, her younger daughter,
and she has told them that Bond Bread has been
and still is the main food of this twelve-year-old
youngster.
"It has done wonders for her." writes Mrs.
Thompson. "She would hardly eat before. Now
she eats heartily and looks fine. I shall always
recommend Bond"
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A week went by. Two weeks.
Three.
1t was December 1. But he had
not come.
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tTO Be Continued Tomorrow
The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1927-06-17
OCEAN filters.
WIVES REUN|TE
ChamberIin and Levine Give
Watchers the Slip.
BIZ United Press

BIZ United Press
BREMEN, June 17.-Clarence D.
Chamberlin and Charles A. Levine
met their wives on the deck of the
North German Lloyd liner Berlin
shortly after l a. m. today. Only a
couple of deckhands were about and
they tactfully turned away, allowing
the f1iers to greet their wives pri-
vately.
The f1iers, by tiptoeing from their
cabins on the steamer Bremen, an
other steamer of the North German
Lloyd line, eluded newspaper cor
respondents and photographers, who
also had cabins aboard the Bremen
and had hoped to be present for
the reunion. The moan of the Ber-
Inns horn had awakened the f1iers.
They ran to the head of their pier,
where they stepped into an auto
and we're driven to the pier where
the Berlin was being locked.
Earlier in the evening the fliers
had exchanged radio messages with
their wives. Levine learned for the
first time that his wife would not
scold him for making the flight
without telling her.
However, had known of your
plans in advance" she said, II
would have attempted to Illustrate
them"
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PERSH|NG TO SPEAK
CuIver's Cavalry to Lead
Parade July Fourth.

Black Horse Troop, Culver Mill
tary Academy's renowned cavalry,
will head the Fourth of July parade
and take part in the cornerstone
laying of the Indiana World War
Memorial. The parade will pass in
review before Gen. John j. Pershing,
who is to deliver the principal ad-
dress.
Tentative program includes music
by the National Forty and Eight
Band, and invocation by Rev. L. j.
Dufrane, pastor, of Dunkirk Qnd)
Catholic Church and American Lee
gion chaplain. Short talks will be
given by Governor Jackson and
Brigadier General Dwight E. Ault-
man before the main address.
The American Legion Auxiliary
Glee Club, in charge of Mrs. Paul
Ragsdale, will sing preceding the
benediction by Rev. William G..
Everson, Muncie. Parade will start
at 10 a. m. and corner stone laying
will be at 1880 a. m.