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LUMY CAVERNS BY BIS

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after the autopsy. Parker has no
relatives In THE country, Wyne
said.
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The Kansas state government
cost $6.91 per capita in 1925, as
compared with s22.i7 In 1924 and
1896 In 1918.
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District of Columbia, and Dr.. T.. w.
Glazebrock and Comdr. J. 7. Jewell,
representing the Laymen.s Service
Association Of the Diocese Of wash.
ington.
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Ford May Have Jewish
Orphans AS Neighh0rs

SOUTH sUNBURY. Mass. May
6.-The owner Of q piece of prop.
erty near Henry Ford's wayside
Inn admitted today that a group
OF wealthy Hebrews OF Boston
were negotiating with him for the
purchase OF his property. They plan
to erect a new Hebrew orphan
asylum.
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American headlights have tust
been installed on number Of Aus
tralian locomotives. They formerly
operated with no headlights at all.
It Is expected that crossing acct.
dents will he lessened as a result.
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AT CHURCH SESSION

Attending the meeting Of the Ma.
tional Federation OF Church Clubs
Of the United States at BriarcIiff
Manor, N. Y, today and tomorrow
are: =. A. Hartman, representing
the Churchman'S League Of the
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tbs new BtaVIIatIuHaI fonslanI,
from which the masses Of all the
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SHACKLED SOULS-:-By Elenor Meherin
I soB, pleading and humbled,

A SOB, pleading and humbled,
"A came to her,
She waved him on. waved him
najestically.
And stood there. quiet, watch
ing him go. Suddenly she said
blankly: II gave him away"
She looked down at her arms
her empty arms--and said, bewil-
dered: II gave him away"
She looked distractedly into the
thronging dark and she began
to run--began to beckon.
She stopped and whispered
again, stark, covering. bewildered:
II gave him away!'' She felt the
baby in her arms, his face buried
in her throat. She went plunging
onion. Now and then she
stopped and, seizing hold Of a
tree, she salad to it: Il gave
him away"
Her knees grew weak. But
she couldn't stop. Once she asked:
What will do now"
And once. after a long while,
when she had raced on and on,
she stopped abruptly. She said:
He is there now
She saw Mark lifting her baby
warm from his sleep. !. the, blonde
head cuddled against his own.
Carrying him up the steps. Ulla
and Claire waiting in that nurs-
ery-quiet-not wishing to disturb
him. Saw Claire coming with her
poor arms outstretched. Saw her
leaning delicately over Marks
shoulder.
The baby would awaken
would smile. He always did. Per.
haps would reach to Claire.
What would Mark do then?
He would give Rooms son into
Claire's armsgo laundering from
the room numbering and broken
to hide from sight.
Roen gripped the branches ct
the tree. She cried To Il. protest
ing: oh, God"
Now she was at the beach
looking to the waters-walkinE 70
q
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ing in the roses; golden radiance
of that Sunday when her child
had stirred within her-her dear
and longed for child.
The garden was all bathed in
the light Of her joy-eternally
bathed in this light. Now the
gate was opening. A voice called.
They were coming 70 her In rad
lance. Mark and the little Roy.
The child ran swiftly. The
child called. and reaching up,
pulled her down. The child said
gaily, Mother" and he laughed
and knew her though the years
had passed.
And Mark said: ''Roen, dear.
est--we have come. You see us.
Oh. beloved--you chose the best.
Speak. Roen. was it not the
best?"
Living their arms were about
her, Warm their lips touched her
face.
Awed, Roen opened her eyes.
frightened she sprang to her feet.
She felt them near-speaking-
touching.
4
She raised her head and Sazed
fixedly at the moonlight dim on
the distant waters. She said sob.
bling: "Oh, God---did you show
me that2 God-that was not q
dreamr'
For a long while she stood with
her hands clasped, strange, wild
fervor in her heart. The dream
was true. He was hers--tha<
little child. She had not lost him.
She had only yielded up her
life that his might be strong and
gay and sweet.
Had only lost herself for him.
This was to find herself strong,
generous, Inaterna1-eternal moth
er forgetting herself even to the
death that her little child might
laugh-flinging away her soul for
love.
And love would bring Il back
to her.
TRE END
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He hasn't killed me-yet." he
said in grim whisper. Its all
right, Carlotta"
But she was weeping frantically.
MARK. dear, that l should have
caused anything like this!-but
you know how things have hap
pened. I'm do anything l
can! Oh, what a cowardly thing
to do 80
The butler had come into the
hallway, and it was Sally who
remembered to preserve the pro.
prieties.
''Mr. Trelaw has had a slip"
she said in a crisp voice Of
warning for Carlotta. IT think
he will have to be carried to
his room"
She saw him lifted in the ser.
wants arms, his eyes bitter and
dark. She saw Carlotta, dis.
tressed, terribly upset.
And now for the first time
Sally noticed Carlotta's dead white
face and staring eyes. How
could she be in love with a
man who had done a thing like
this? And as if in answer to
that thought Carlotta said slowly:
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to do. no real reason why she
should stay.
And vet something, as vague
as a feeling. made her want to
remain as il she had not yet
seen the end. She went out for
a long walk. The summer was
beginning to die. and the sense
of autumn hung in the air.
When she came hack it was
late. Mrs. Brooke met her al
most at the door. Since the
occurance of the morning. she
seemed like a changed woman.
1t was difficult to imagine her
becoming hysterical, or becoming
even jealous. There was a spirit
of something remote about her,
a spirit of dignity and peace.
She said to Sally abruptly:
Adrian Martin got in today.
, He's coming here tonight. For
dinner"
Adrian Martin! Coming here?"
Mrs. Brooke nodded. HE found
out" she said, and Sally did not
have to wonder whom she meant.
He called him on the phone
r. % Snow ~ what ne 5 up
But why do you let him
now that you feel differeRtly--"
Its because do feel diff
ferently. I don't want him to
go now. I'm not going to rest
until 1 make him go through a
little of what he's made me suf-
fer. I'm going to find a way
II / can"
Yes, 1t was a changed woman
speaking, woman possessed by
an idea, cold fury. and in fun
control of herself. Sally thought
Of all those varied moods in
which she had seen Carlotta
Brooke-frightened and weeping,
or gay and careless and super.
ficial. She had lived always
through her emotions, and now
these had keen touched at their
deepest.
To BE Continued Tomorrow
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IT NEVER PAYS = By Gilbert Rogers

WVERY well, them" she said at
last, then you admit / can
stop you. You admit l could have
> you arrested and sent to prison"
Shevlin laughed gently. my
dear Sally, if weren't so tired,
I'D enjoy this conversation i'm.
Tnensely. But as it is, 1 shall have
to end it. What you don't seem to
have realized is what would hap
pen If you really made a fuss
about all this"
He gestured laziIy. you see.
Sally, / wouldn't be the only vic
tim. There are the Carlton
Groves for instance-nice young
couple. Now dare say it would
come out that young Mrs. Carl
Tomorrow had been indiscreet in
her youth. She's very happy at
the present time, and very fond Of
her husband. What do you sup.
pose it would do to her life to
have her husband find out, the
world find out what I know?
won't multiply instances. All I'm
trying to point out is that in harm
ing me, you would harm much
more greatly a number of peo-
pie whom you have no gf.udge
against. And then there's Carl
otta-eXpose me. and you expose
her. We would probably be to-
gether the rest of our lives-in the
same jail!''
He rose with a nod, and as il a
reply were unimportant, strolled
to the door.
And Sally sat there with a sick
feeling of having been badly
beaten. For she knew that what
he had said was, true. She couldn't
sas.ish him with exposure, with.
out Furnishing a number of other
people. too, people whose secrets
he held with so tight grip.
All at once she wondered why
she had come here, why she had
allowed Carlotta to persuade her.
She felt angry and Inundated.
But when she went upstairs and
saw Carlotta's anxious face, the
inquiry that was written there so
plainly. she forgot her irritation
and was sorry.
Il can't do anything. Carlotta.
I've tried. l guess it's no use
hoping to stop him.
Mrs. Brooke rose and walked
nervously to the window.
But you haven't tried--yon
haven't really tried! Oh, don't
listen to me, Sally ! know you've
tried. but don't leave me! II YOU
knew what a comfort il was to
have you here! And something
may happen-you're so clever
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lard's long fingers could evoke
from the pianos ivory keys.
Vastly different in background
and character, Estabr0ok and
Abelard had CHANGED TO share
room in college. The love of
music had drawn them together.
and the odd friendship had lasted
through more than a decade in
spite Of increasingly divergent
paths of life. To Abelard, a ere.
alive genius OF the erratic type,
the world was an immense stu
dio. He never forgot that the
stars in the wide armament par.
look of the same substance as
the mud in the cutters.
Estabrooks world was wor,1
of traditional manners and de-
: cencies.. and from it he rarely
emerged.
He believed in SD and the
superiority. of the protestant
church, treated his rich widowed
mother with Difference, and habit.
uaIly bullied his pretty unmarried
sister. Nan. who had not, in all
her Is years of life, emerged
from the Estabrook's spacious
house on Murray Hill without a
chaperon. Other women he divided
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II guess I'm cured. Cured for
good. / knew I was a fool to
think you or anyone could help
me get him back. But now
now don't want him back any
more! want to see him hurt"'
There was no doubling the
truth In her monotonous, almost
lifeless tones.
CHAPTER 40
For the rest of the day the
thing that had happened hung
like a pail upon the household.
Things went on as il nothing
had occurred. yet somehow the
house seemed to hold a spirit
Of something brooding as il it
were a living thing.
Sally wondered what thoughts
moved now in Mark Trelaw's
brain. Or what Carlotta was
thinking in her own room. Shev-
lin undoubtedly slept. untroubled
by what he had done. unframed.
But Sally could not rest idle.
She even wondered why she re-
manned. 1t was true that Car
lotta seemed to want her near,
had begged her not to go, but
after all there was nothing for her
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you'll get an idea-youIl tell me
what to do"
From the corridor a voice came
to their ears, a heavy, angry voice,
dominant and accusing. Mrs.
Brooke flung the door open.
On the landing Sally made out
Shevlin standing there menacingly.
Confronting him with white face
was Mark Trelaw. Mark Trelaw--
Sally had almost forgotten the
strange solitary cripple - Mrs.
Brooke's brother.
She had not seen him until
now, had almost forgotten he ex.
listed. In his eyes now there was
a. look Of something so vindictive
that it frightened her.
Get out of the way and keep
out" Shevlin said in a bullying
accent. "Sneaking around--spy-
ing-by heaven. IL 1 catch
you again going through my
papers"
I'm try to see that you don't
catch me-" said Mark Trelaw with
a sneer.
Sheylin had lifted his fist, and
Trelaw flung up his withered arm
as IL to defend himself.
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Mrs. Brooke was at Shevlin's
side. and she was trying helpless
ly to drag him back.
Dan. don't-Dan. please"
But Trelaw stood his ground.
I'm not afraid of you, Dan Shev.
lin," he said. You know that,
don't you? And you don't like
it-you woman.beater."
Then Carlotta screamed. and he.
fore Sally's eyes. while Shevlin's
face darkened, she saw him swing
back his arm. Mark Trelaw
swayed dizzily at the head Of the
stairs for one instant, then he
toppled back and went crashing
down the length of the staircase.
to lie in a pitiful. crumpled heap
in the lower hall.
Sally ran. but Carlotta. was be-
fore her. bending over her brother
with anguished eyes.
MISUNDERSTANDING you hurt?
Say you're not hurt! Oh, that
beast, that beast" She glanced
up, but Shevlin had disappeared.
Trelaw moistened his lips with
his tongue. His eyes looked
blank and expressionless. Then
he shook his head.
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SHE KICKED THE DOOR SHUT

into two classes: nice women, to
whom one was not attentive un-
less one had marriage in view,
and fast women, whom one
ignored if possible.
His physical fitness was tes-
timony to a life spent wholesomely
out of doors. A shooting box
in the Carolina marshes, the sal
mon starred lakes Of Maine and
Northern Ontario. the emerald
and auburn, hills of Virginia. were
more to his liking than the pulse
of city streets.
In his own house, where every.
thing ran with quiet and mechan.
ical precision. he found peace
among the high booksheIves. But
now and again. like the slow
shadow of a cloud crossing a
sunny Landscape, restlessness and
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when the apartment door was
jerked open, and q strange young
person in an exceedingly short,
tight dress of flame rel. which
started under her shou,cer blades
and ended in an abrupt fare Mt
her knees. stood staring into his
face.
'Howdy, Ambrose" said the
young person, holding out her
hand with terribly familiar
smile. smile which seemed in
tended for lifelong friend.
Estabrook felt the blood rising
unGer his collar. The faint con-
tempt which such people alwa;s
aroused in him m a d q him
straighten up. increasing the dis.
lance between them.
Tn not Ambrose" he said.
taking the girls outst"etcl1ed
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discomfort marred his serenity.
A sudden sense of iIicompleteness
of loss: a feeling that somehow,
unconsciously he had been
thwarted; a half blind cropping for
color and richness in the pattern
of life, broke the precision of his
regime.
1t was then that he turned to
Abelard. who, having long since
given up the attempt to stir Esta-
brook into action, had still the
power to soothe. him with melo-
dies that were visions of lowell
ness. and chords that were dreams
come true.
Estabrook. shaking snowflakcs
from his thick overcoat. knew
from the bedlam within that thare
would be no soothing tonight,
He had already turned away
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YOU'RE NOT A MANI" SHE CRIED

little devil though The
couldn't be over 10 with
her short dark hair making half
moons on enameled cheeks.
Estabrook was obscurely angry
because somehow, when he looked
into her eyes-young and clear
behind the beaded lashes-an I'M
willing and unreasonable pity
surged with him. Outrageous
that he should pity her
vulgar blatant -.
Look here" he spoke abruptly
to the departing figure. 81 don't
think Ill come in after all. This
is no place for any one who ID
cold sober"
Say" The girl swung about
and stared at him with angry
eyes. "D'you think I'm drunk
Estabrook's face, always stern
as a face cut out of brown wood,
did not change at all.
Il don't know he said, and
moved toward the door.
The girl caught his arm, and
her voice. when she spoke, had
dropped to husky note of plead
ing.
I'm not" she told him. 'And
listen. didn't mean to scare you
off, Ambrose mean Mr.. Esta.
brook. I'm naturally bashful,
see? You needn't smile like q
cat, either! The easiest way TO
cover it up is by kidding, that's
a fact. And it puts boys in a
good humor, too. But honest.
Mr.. Estabrook. I'll be quiet as
mouse il you'll overlook the
slight social blunders, as they
call them, and come in.
Very WELL" Estabrook shrug.
ged and his eyes, frigid in the
habitual woodenness of = face,
lighted for an instant.
"0h you lamb ImpuIstvely
Becky squeezed his arm.
Estabrook disengaged himself
briskly.
I'm not a lamb" he said.
And I don't like flattery."
For an instant the girl merely
looked at him. Then, in a voice
vibrant with some quality that
was alien to Estabrook-
Il wish / hadn't begged you
to stay" she cried. 81 musta
been crazy, wishing to see you
again all these months. You
aren't a man. A stone, that's
what you are. A damn stone"
Il thought 1 was a lamb" OBJ.
served Estabrook ironically.
There was a pause, silence be-
tween them.
Then-'I wish to God you'd
never come" cried Becky Nc.
Closkey, and, with a flick of her
scarlet skirt she had gone and
Estabrook was alone.
CHAPTER VII
Estabrook had hardly recovered
from his amazement at Beckv's
behavior. before he was Joined by
Abelard.
"A nice mess I've stumbled
into Estahrook grumbled, his
eyes following the hall down
which Becky's scarlet skirt had
vanished. Your flip young friend
says don't belong here. She
wishes I hadn't come"
T0 Be Continued Tomorrow
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"a long shaft OF light. She sank
on the sands. In terrible weari-
ness-watching that light-pray.
ing to It.
Her thought trailed out and
was lost in that wavering light.
Now the light came nearer. It
was no longer the moon playing
on the ocean. 1t was sunlight,
and the humming- birds were dart.
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hand. cool and soft to the touch.
Never mind" she responded,
pulling him in and kicking the
door shut with one small gold
slipper. You're all Ambrose to
me uni;l further notice"
"0h. / see :" The gravity
of Estabrook's polite smile brought
another squirt of selfconscious
flippancy.
You don't see"' the young per-
son objected. Selling his hat and
stick and jerking at his over
coat. "Lemme tell you. Young
fellow. ann splendiferous
psychological. car tell at
glance that you're one Of these
fussy boys that wants 20 he called
by his own name or nona.'
There was just a fraction of
hesitation. Then-''what TO Won
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call yourself?" asked Becky, who
knew only too well. And il not,
why?"
'Estabrook-John Estabrook."
Pleased to meet you, Mr.. Esta-
brook. Put it there" She gig
gled nervously. and straight dark
hair quivered against her cheeks.
Then. as Estabrook stood regard
ing her suspiciously, "Oh. come
on. I'm not gonna bite you," she
assured him. Though / do look
like terrible vampire. ion't n"
And turning her back she undu-
lated down the hall.
Estabrook was conscious of a
sudden revulsion.. That dress-he
was sure there could be nothing
between 1t and her skin. And
lips painted scarlet in such
white face. A strange looking
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No.0 Go On With The Story.

BELARD reflected ironically
"A upon the priceless gowns that
had been ruined indifferently that
night, Poor child. he said.
isn't used to m-m-m.midnight
reVels, is it.? Becky shook her
head. She rarely went out at all,
she explained. Abelard asked:
Ddon,t you get lonely. then. or
She nodded vigorously. Sure.
Wanta play like anybody else.
But when ] hear these girls like,
now, vi Vincent, talking about
what goes on at these parties, it
makes me sick. So up to now
I've let my conscience be my
guide, and I'll say it hasn't
guided me into much fun"
Well, I'll make you a p.prom-
ise." said Abelard. 'sAny time
You want to come here you'll
b-b-be under my own eye. NY
especial protegee. you see?
L-l-let that be my atonement."
You're too-too good" ex-
claimed Becky, pressing one hand
against the bandage on her ach.
ing head, and stretching out the
other 9th r.. You VA. : great man, and
Th-that's right" soothed Abe
. lard. Tell me about yourself
And Becky, in fact, found her.
self doing just that-confiding in
this stranger her hopes, her fears,
even her ambitions.
'S-sing, do you?"' Abelard looked
at her keenly. "I'll have. to hear
you s-some day soon II you
have a voice you shall come to
my parties in a s-s.s.special ca
pacity. A sort Of hostess, let us
say. I'll see that you, have a
good time and get home s-s-safely
alone"
sBut why?" Becky cried in
amazement. why should you do
all this for me?''
"B-because I'm crazy. prob.
ably" Abelard looked wistfully
at Becky. so young, so pretty, so
unspoiled. Even my b.b.best
friend says I'm crazy he added.
Becky was sitting IN. staring.
Your best friend q" she tried
TO be casual. "Whozat?''
"F-fellow called Estabrook. You
wouldn't like him. child. The
very w-word chorus girl Is anath.
en1a to him.
"a what's that?+ What's an
anathema?"
Abeiard smiled. "oh,
curse. ch-ch-child. or some such
thing" Then he rose, for a
Japanese servant had appeared in
the doorway and announced
gravely:
Missiles cloves are dly."
CHAPTER 6
Becky McCloskey and John
Carroll Estabrook met at last
in Abelard's studio-on a cold
January night when the win.
dows were coated with frost,
hlurring the snake lines of cleo
.ricity which marked the curving
roads of Central Park, IL stories
below.
1t is contrast TO b. caught
like bird on the wing. and
swiftly relinquished. Outside the
thick slow pulse Of city deep in
snow. Inside music and laughter.
bare arms and shining sewels,
tSa jangle OF sce IN 4 shaker and
of jazz, and thro gh haze Of
smoke the waxen face of Boris
Abelard, his black hair in a
ragged fringe, nonocle screwed
on his eye. Warmth and noise,
those were the keynotes of Abe
birds parties. And when Abelard
opened his doors broadway clam
ored for admittance-and got it.
John 'Estabfook, hesi,ating at
the Otter door, did not clamcr
foe abundance. RathUY lie won.
dered VI ether he should go back
into the frigid loneliness from
which he had lately emerged.
Estabrook had not wanted q
party. He despised Abelard's
friends. the Broadway Bohenni.
ans" He had come hoping for a
chat with his friend before the
wide stone fireplace. hoping. too,
to Be ,soo,'l",i BIZ the sounds Ale
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them-rushing. The waves came
over her ankles.
She sprang back in horror.
Die? Leave her little child who
would need her-oh, who would
surely need her?
She clasped her hands in
frenzy to her lips. No-she dare
not die! Dare not leave him.
A light wavered on the waves
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The Broadway Adventure of Girl
With a Good Voice Who Sought
Eagerly For a Real Job
What Has Happened So Far:

Becky McCloskey and goodloOlng way
along New finds
Eve Dan ScaEie who lives by his Wits in door
She saps his face and threatens to brain him
Then she sings little for him.
haS beautiful
until she gets started il she win let him profits
goes TO to
EOggh e eat and help her TO meet she has
hoe an 6ss IhrOugh scaret influence she
e re- ana induces her to go studio party given by ABard
~ the party Becky is thrust into
taken OF. <s1"' """s """ "aS DECAY
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NTH About Snakes

according the director Institute 1t
Solombo Ceyon, the onehed belief that
snakes leave their Jungle haunts o.
music, is myth.
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Treatment Of ChHbIoius

PLASTIC pressure being recommended the
n chblans rubber band wide
affected at its greatest thickness and the relief the
itching and throbbng Is said to be instantaneous.