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The indictment, however, attempts
to bring hte conspiracy within the
statutory limit by alleging that the
conspiracy extended down to as late
as Sept. 3, this year, through a plot
to keep McCray and others who
knew of the offer silent about it
! through threats to impede McCray's
efforts to get parole from Federal
prison.
Says Conspiracy Continues
The indictment states that, as
result of the conspiracy, prosecuting
authorities did not learn of it until
The indianapolis Times on July 25
printed the story of the conference
in Jackson's Office (then secretary
of State), where the scheme was
Matched and Jackson's visit to Nc
Cray's Office.
Jackson on Sept. 3 wrote a letter
to Boyd Gurley, editor Of The
Times, declaring that he had seen
McCray about Mcdonald, but that
it was at the request of Bishop H.
H. Fout of the United Brethren
Church and that no offer was made.
Jackson Reaches Office
The indictment charges that this
letter was part of the conspiracy to
keep the public and prosecuting
authorities from learning the facts
about the conspiracy.
jackson reached his office at 9 a.
m. Among his early visitors was
Daily Mccoy, State purchasing
agent, secretary of the Republican
State committee when jackson was
candidate for Governor.
Collins Gets Report
After being in conference more
than two hours, broken by pros
ecutors entering and leaving the
jury room with the prepared in
dictments, the jury finally came be-
fore Criminal Court Judge James
A. Collins at 4:10 p. m.
Foreman William J. Mooney
handed the report of the jury's
action to Collins, announcing
the probe body was "return-
ing two indictments and no dis
charges" The first one turned over
to the court was against Duvali.
The second was that against Marsh.
Jackson and Coffin.
Collins set Duvall's bond at 81 600
and the bonds of the other men at
$500.
Efforts of the jury to have the
substance of the indictments kept
secret were stopped by Judge Col
Inns, who said, "In the case of men
like these. believe it will be
alright to make the charges public"
Capiases Are Issued
Capiases for arrest of the four
men were turned over to Sheriff
Omer Hawkins, who Immediately
notified them By telephone of the
courts action
Less than an hour after the in
dictments were returned, Pliny
Wolfard, secretary to jackson, ap-
peared at the sheriffB Office and
obtained blank copies of bonds and
announced he was taking them 20
the Governor at the latter's home.
Shortly after that, the Governor
came into the Office with Wolfard
and, leaning over the counter,
smiled and said, 'I want to be ar
rested, sheriff"
SHow are you, Governor?" Haw.
kins asked, shaking hands with the
States indicted executive.
Jackson Is "Fine'
"I'm fine. thank ycu,' Jackson
replied.
Jackson's bond was signed by the
Metropolitan Casualty Insurance
Company by Jackson X. Landers,
attorney in fact.
Coffin, the Republican political
boss, whom politicians said the
Jury wouldn't touch," followed
Jackson and gave bond, signed per-
sonally by Schuyler A. Haas, corr
poration counsel After transacting
his business, Cofin remained tn tbs
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Ol v II 3 ! II l q.
What nattered
the fact that
she lived across
the raj lr o a d
tracks in this
S m all G all
fornia tow n Il?
She was better
than most of
the people who
lived in the
exclusive Sec
ton. Further
more, S h e let
people know it.
aRN -
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JACKSON, COFFIN And
MARSH TO BE ARRA|GNED
OCT. 3 BEFORE COLLINS
Prosecutors Declare Trials Will Be Pushed,
With Hope That They Can Be Com
pleted Before End of Year.
IDUVALL PLEADING DATE IN DOUBT

tations Expected to Be First Move
of Defense Counsel.
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Chicago Livestock Opening

Hogs-Receipts, $500; market,
around steady; holdovers, 5000. Cat
tle--Receipts. 400. Sheep and lamb
Receipts, 1000.
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stove trying out the chicken fat
that she used for shortening.
They always say that the bird
will fly in if you leave the door
of the cage open" she went on
as If to herself. I'D be willing to
bet that this time next year,
some little bridell be Twin right
there with the bay trees and the
hird-bath and the trumpet vines,
not to mention the Man Back
Home, himself
oh, you would, would you?"
asked Bobbie, trying to keep her
sudden irritation out of her voice.
We'll, I'll bet you a new Ford
car that there won't be any little
bride waltzing around that house
next year or the year after! You
don't know Andy Jerrold. He
doesn't change his mind every
time the wind blows. I'll bet
he'll be bachelor for years and
years, so there!"
Mrs. Mangan gave her soft
little sniff. "Ain't many young
menll live very long without q
wife," she observed, land the
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request. l shan't kill you. but"
he paused significantly, "Pn bring
you to within an inch of your life"
With the help of the mate. the
mans wrists were hoisted up to
the shear-pole and his kicking
heels were seized TO ring-b bolt
in the scuppers. When the Sc.
curing was complete. the three
men turned away and took up
their stations behind their cap.
tain.
Good enough" growled the
latter. Thrusting the yoke.rope
into his belt. he stepped leisurely
toward the mutineer, who was
still struggling and cursing. Seiz-
ing the collar of the mans coat
IN his strong fingers. he gave a
mighty jerk and tore the gar
ment from the body, A series of
swift snatches, and the flannel
shirt and singlet were ripped
away, leaving the upper part of
MONEYS body naked.
Rough Words
You dirty - -w snarled
the ex-second mate. his eyes
flashing hatred as he glanced at
the rags of his clothing. "I1l get
you for this, by Godr'
The old mans got the devil
In him. muttered the hard
shelled Mr.. French, Struggling his
shoulders. I'D hate TO be in
Moneys place. though the
hound deserves all he's likely to
get"
Now, you barrel-heuse bum.'
Anson's voice came strident. de-
termined. I'm going TO show
you who's a wind.bag, a bluff,
with a reputation built up on
nothing. / never parade my past
performances. but I'll start in and
make reputation right now. l
said you'd scream for death when
| got my hands on you. Well,
heres your chance to show what
stuff you're made of. Wen see
If you're the hard case you think
YOU are!'
He stepped back, rolled his
sleeve up and, judging the dis.
lance, poised himself on his toes
and swung the yoke-rope across
the others bare back. Slash!
As he felt the agonizing bite of
the blow on his naked flesh,
Mooney. struggled and tugged at
his fastenings. "I'n fix you for
that! He turned his head. scream
ing and splitting. I'll get you for
that! I'll get YOU"
Slash! The yoke.rope came
whirling down again. swapping like
4 teamster's whip on impact with
The victims shoulders. The spec.
.ators stood immovable. the shin
ploughed on steadily as though oh.
hvious TO the degrading scene upon
her decks; the only visible action
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You should have stuck to the
plain sailing of your philosophy.
Friend Mooney-the line of least
resistance. You'll find it a safe
course to steer by when YOU try
to cross my hawse." Slash! And
you're the tough citizen that's
run around with a harder crowd
than the Whyo gang?" Slash!
Then here's where you fetch up
against the toughest proposition
of all! No man can give me lip
and get scot-free, by Judas, and
this is how 1 reply to your
repartee-"
i Hypnotized by the sight, none
of the onlookers noticed the stew.
ardess. From out of the cabin
entrance she came flying, her
face white with emotion and in
dignation, her eyes dilated in
horror. As Campbell swung his
arm back for another slash, she
grasped it, crying appealingly
"Anson! Arson! Have you gone
mad? In the name of Merciful
God and Jesus Christ, Anson
stop! stop!
Arson turned his head quickly
fury blazing in his eyes. With 3
savage lunge of his arm, he
swung Mary free from him, send
ing her reeling to the after-hatch
As she fell across it. his answer
came in a wolfish snarl, "Get
away from me, damn you, or I'll
knock you into chopsticks" AMI
he blow that followed on
Moneys back was all the fiercer
for tho insane rage that strength
ened his muscles.
Mooney was moaning now, half
conscious. his back a criss-cross
of dripping scores. Mary Phillips
sat upon the hatch, her face in
her hands, her shoulders heaving.
The crew saw these things, but
they stood silent, utterly cowed by
the cold-bloodedness Of the whole
business. There were no heroes
among them.
When Mooney tainted Arson
tossed the rope on the deck,
Turn him adrift!' he growled.
II guess he's to within an inch
of his life now" And when the
writhing body was lowered to the
planks," he snarled. "Heave a
bucket of water over him !" F."
souse him until he comes to-
The Admission
While Mulcahey and Crosby
were engaged in bringing the ex.
second mate to his senses. Camp.
bell. his calmness regained. strobe
into the cabin, to return minute
later with cigar between his
teeth. The flogged man was lying
on his hack in the waterways. his
body dripping salt water. the rags
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like that to whisk one here and
there. Why, it must be delight
full.
Dearie's eyes said plainly: See.
Ronnie, dear, ] told you. Oh, be
wise-be wiser
Roen caught these subtle sug.
gestions with a heavily humping
heart. 1t could almost be made
to seem her duty to win James
Burton. She thought Jelly: I'm
never ride with him againy'
She read Michael's letter.
Dearie's image faded. When she
was with Michael she forgot other
people. Except Jackie. She could
always feel his small, close.knit
hand tucked in hers.
But she went arm in arm along
Market street with Michael and
could have skipped, She said sud
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THRICE him up to the shear-pole
= in the main rigging" came
the shippers rasping command. Az
he spoke he clattered down the
poop ladder on to the main deck
"a sinister figure with his band.I
aged head his sleeves rolled up
and the menacing, snaky yoke rope
In his hand. Fixing the shuffling
and over-aWed crew with baleful
stare, he said sharply: Stand over
there. you men. Line up along the
rail. You're going to see some lion
tanning"
Mooney, ironed hand and foot,
lying on his back in the water.
ways. OWNED what was coming
and he gave voice in volley of
pungent oaths. "Flog me, will
Xa?" he beloved, struggling like
a wildcat. "Flog me? You try that
game, Mister, and I'll bloody well
have your life for it." Twisting
and jerking violently,
Fetch him kick in the ribs il
he don't stay quiet" came An
sons suggestion.
Shake these irons off, you big
bucko!" yelled Mooney furiously.
Shake 'em off and let me get a
chance at you. You're scared of
me. Scared-you white-livered
dog
The shipmaster smiled sardon-
ically. I'm not going to give
you the privilege of standing up
to me, Mister Mooney" he said
calmly. II won't soil my hands
with rats. and perhaps it is as
well for you that / refuse your
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sent out a piercing rap-a-tap-tap.
And suddenly q hush and swish
of fire opening the night as the
red-hot rivet flies upward from
the forge and is caught by that
little black gnome on the order.
isn't it thrilling, Miehael?"
Thrilling and sad,
How could it be sad? Oh, look
at that! How can he catch tia
comet Why do you say
this is sad?"
That we long so for our prisons
and must needs build them up
swiftly in the night How gay
and free it was living in a park!
l think it's sad. Roen. that we're
not big enough race to grow in
simplicity-sad that we need so
many unimportant things like
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in Rooms and went sauntering
TO the hall. Giving Michael the
gate? Or wasn't he constant
enough? I hear he's the rage on
the campus. All the girls are
crazy about him"
who told you?"
Fatty Blake. They're in the
same house. He says the DANES
run him ragged. But you should
worry if you can hook Jimmy
Burtonr'
Flows your bronze god?" said
Roen, bitingly. She smoothed
Michael's letter.
All during dinner Dearie fol.
lowed her with gently inquiring
eyes. How did MIR. Burton come
to take her home? Wasn't that
kind of him. Did she enjoy the
automobile ride? What did it
feel like? Imagine having a car
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Roen carelessly. 81 was work
ing late, so he drove me home"
always distrust one who ex.
plains" Evelyn Knocked. But
it's all right with me. / shouldn't
mind riding in your big silver
car"
Evelyn stood at the living room
table twisting an envelope that
she now smoothed out hurtiedly.
Dear me. live all but torn your
letter, Ron"
She picked it up and scrutined
the writing. Roen watched the
blazing heart. Michaels letter.
each Wednesday letter came.
oh, never mind, Evvie." she
said, coming up and snatching it
abruptly Its nothing"
"Ooch! Then pass him along
to me. Ron. like them young
and pure" She linked her arm
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NOU Go On With The Story

of them is a little wolf when 1t
gets after 6.
He slowed the, car and glanced
at her steadily. She sat forward
stiffly upright. Sink down. Miss
Ross. Take it easy. You know
l think you're very brave per-
son.
DO your"
Yes. Very few girls, in fact,
few men would put up such a
plucky fight"
She turned to him inquiringly,
But he looked straight before
him, talking in a calm, apprais-
ing way as though discussing a
life policy for some one he'd
never seen. "Yes-courage is
the rarest of qualities and the
one l most admire. You want to
dash home. Miss Ross? Then I'll
have to take you, 1t was nice in
YOU to remain late. Nicer still.
to ride with me"
He brought the car slowly to
stop. She tried to tuck in her
hair.
, NO. don't do that" said he.
Let it fly. You remind me of
springtime, Miss Ross, with the
breeze in your hair
he swung open the door and
helped her out with a gallantry
that thrilled her a little. He
took her arm and walked up the
steps. giving her a great start as
he said: 1--WE a notion to come
in and join your wolves. oh,
you don't want me? Perhaps
you may ask me once upon a
timer
Yes" said she, scarlet. WED
be glad if you wished to come,
Mr.. Burton"
He laughed. I'm going to
give you a chance to prove that,
Miss Ross"
As she turned her key, she
heard footsteps flying down the
hall. She came into the living
room TO find Aunt Carrie and
Evelyn visiting Dearie. All three
had now a tense, flushed look.
Jimmie Burton" said Evelyn.
raising her shoulders. Girl, YOU
aim high! What a pip of q car"
He lives out this way" said
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denly: Michael, I'd rather walk
with you than ride with kings"
"Apropos of what, foofsh?"
"Apropos of automobiles"
On Friday nights they took these
long, adventurous jaunts. Some
times to the park, walking through
the dark, mysterious lanes. But
often now down Market street, be-
cause they found it so Aladdin
like in it's splendor, the way the
great steel skyscrapers were built
up in a night.
A Lurid Glow
They would stand across from
the gigantic structures and watch
the bonfires sending up a lurid
glow. On the steel frame hun
dreds OF feet above them lights
glowed like monstrous stars. And
UP there in the ghostly dark men
worked. The riveting machine
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The Hollywood Girl = By Beatrice Burton

kNOW-but I hate to think of
n him spending all that money
for nothing" wept Bobbie, her
lovely head on the faded calico
shoulder OF Mrs. Mangan's house
dress, her smooth petal-like cheek
against Mrs. Mangan's dried.up
cheek. Tit hurts me to think
of him-pp-planning all that for
me. when I've just written and
told him I'm going to m-m-m-arry
somebody else. No girl w-w-wants
to hurt her best friend like
that"
She broke away from the good
woman, and started up the stairs.
Her own private opinion was
that Bobbie Ransom was playing
fast and loose with the honest
love Of the Man Back Home.
But Bobbie was anything but
happy that night. 1t hurt her
right down to the bottom of her
heart to think of Andy hopefully
spending his money to build a
home for her when she was
never coming home. She fairly
ached with pity for him.
Maybe he'll find someone Else
though, when he knows he can't
have me-" she told herself, and
fell asleep on that thought.
But the next morning when
she went down to breakfast and
Mrs. Mangan said much the
same thing to her she all but
snapped her head off.
The Man Back Home prob
ably won't keep bachelors hall
very long in that coy house he's
fixed up" the good landlady re.
marked as she stood at the cook
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she managed to keep gloriously
in debt on it.
still, a hundred and fifty buck
erinos isn't so bad" thought Bob
bic. IT used to work weeks teach.
ing school to make that muchr'
Strange, she thought, that she
did not feel more thrilled about
making that mucn money. Strange
that she did not feel more light.
hearted now that her money trou-
bles were at an end.
She walked home. and the first
place she looked when she un.
locked the front door was on
the hall table where Mrs. Mangan
always left the boarders' letters.
There was none for her. But
there was a slip Of brown paper
upon which Mrs. Mangan had
scrawled in her crooked cramped
writing: "MacCloud telephoned
you, and will telephone again
about 6 o'clock"
At six forty-five, the evening
stiffness of Las Palmas Street
was broken by the long blast of
an automobile horn.
Bobbie, curled up on the bed in
her pink muslin kimono, with her
hair still clinging to her fore.
head in damp little gold ringlets,
heard it and started up.
She ran to the window, bare.
foot, and looked out. Below, in
his dark-green roadster, sat her
husband-to-be, looking just as
cross as a man can look.
He saw her and called up to
her: Hell. what's the matter
with everybody down here? Are
you all deaf or WHAT"
Ito Be Continued Tomorrow
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buildings and riveting and forg-
ing to waste our souls upon"
Write me a poem, Michael"
He pulled her hand close against
his heart. 81 could. Roeny-for
it's things like that that make us
wait-the need for doing ana for
getting"
But nearly year 10 gone,
Michael-and so quick"
He laughed: And 30 sweet. VIII
you be true for four more9"
For four and a hundred"
Days after this she scarcely on.
ticed James Burton. Almost
blithely she evaded when he Of
fered to drive her home.
Ito Be Continued Tomorrow
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Clear, White Skin
Is So Becoming

That spick-and-span, just-out-of-
the-beauty-parlor loneliness you
admire in so many women is easily
acquired by anyone who wants to
look fresh and youthful.
You can make your skin as fine
as the stuff dreams are made of
by simply massaging it with 10
ton made of the juice of two
lemons squeezed into a three-ounee
bottle of Orchard White which you
can get from your nearest dealer.
1t clears and refines the skin.
Takes away all discolorations,
freckles, tan and blemishes by
whitening it and MSiving its
youthful glow.
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and his cries and threats echoed
within the tall pillars OF canvas.
A sailor. catching sight of the
bloody decorations, shuffled, turned
his head away and ran forward,
his hands to his eyes.
"Yank him back. bosunr' growled
Arson sternly. mo admission
charge to this party, but no leav-
Ing before the plays over"
He paused for the short space
1t took Mulcahey to drag the sea.
man to the scene again, Then,
calmly and deliberately, the flagel-
lation went on. To the unwilling
onlookers. their masters calmness
and elaboration enhanced the ter.
rlfying nature of the punishment.
1t seemed utterly out of proper
ton to the crime.
This amt the bloody Navy"
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whlned a man, moved to express
his thoughts through emotional
excess. Arson cast him a men
acing glance while the mate made
a suspicious movement of his hand
in his jacket pocket.
''No-it's not the Navy?' re-
torted the captain, without paus-
ing. 'They haGg mutineers in the
Navy"
His utterance was interrupted
by a sobbing yell from the victim.
A dozen lashes had quenched the
fire of his resistance. Lay off,
for Gods sake, Cap'en! I'll give
in! Gimme another chance"
I'm give you another dose" re-
turned the other with a savage
laugh. Times not up yet" He
stopped to roll up his sleeve. "I'll
trace few more diamonds on your
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A LIGHT wind slapped their
"A faces, blowing her hair in a
Sunny flutter.
Then you won't mind if I so
Quickly?"
"I'll love it."
He laughed and sent the car
speeding out Market. passing in a
whirl trucks and buggies. She
held her hat with both hands.
Take it off. Then you wont
have to bother"
She pulled out the pins I'm
blown to pieces. but like it.
SO do l." said Mr.. Burton.
looking at her blooming cheeks
and flying hair. You must get
a veil and little snug hat. Well
go down the country some Sun
day."
oh"
Wouldn't your mother enjoy
It, Miss Ross? She doesn't get out
very much doec she?"
A Little Garden
NO, not very much. Sometimes
when it's lovely she goes out.
We have little back garden. My
father planted it long ago. When
It's very sunny she sits there
1t wouldn't hurt her to take a
ride, would it? 1t must be very
lonely for her day after day."
"Oh, it is" said Roen, but
don't know what l can do. The
least exertion tires her. l can't
bear to see her do anything, and.
yet, just to sit all day is rather
terrible
Wouldn't you let her come for
ride with us? I'd be extremely
careful"
"Whv-yes-I guess she could
go "
They sped quickly up the hills.
and were now purring through
the park.
Right over there" said Roen,
"in that block"
l know. Are you in such
hurry to get home? | thought
we d drive TO the end and turn
back. Would you like that?"
I'm not in a hurry. but I've
hungry family to feed, and one
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being in the captains swinging
body and the contortions of the
man he was flogging.
Slash! 1t came down once more
with all the power of the wielder's
strong arm. 1ideous purple WeIts
appeared on the swarthy skin and
the watching seamen drew their
breath kissing between clenched
teeth while cold perspirating broke
out on the faces of some. One or
two hard cases were unaffected.
Rope Ended
Slash! "Ah! I'm getting into my
stride now observed Campbell
callously. I'm five minutes I'll
have you smoking, my noble SQUIRE
OF danes, my nautical Borgia."
Slash! The sound of the lash
was drowned by MONEYS bawIinS,
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hide Slash! to remind you
that you've shipped with a skipper
who's never met his match"
Mingling with the blows of the
rope came a sustained paroxysm
of shrieking from the flogged man
in which oaths and threats and
pleas for mercy were jumbled.
AS though excited by the agony
he was inspiring, Campbell ap.
peared to grow more vicious in
his flaying and whirled the rope
with a running fire of comment
between each stroke. 'Ha! You
thought the Treasurer was a hot
packet, Ell? BY the gods, you'll
find this hooker is ten times
worse!" Slash! And I'm a bluff.
am /? Well. bully, that's where
you got off your course Slash!