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All right: teiI her iii be around
tomorrow. Nothing the matter
with you. snppose2'' 2''
I'm all right. thank you,"
prinaly
He laughed and took hold of
her wrist. wen have ! littIe
party of our own, then. How
about it, sister? Just you and
me. he ran his hand along her
arni. slipped ii across her shout
She pulled away and floullced
around to the other side OF the
chair. facing him hotIy. We will
not she fIared. And X you
ever touch me again I'll-I'fl tell
Uncle SherwOodI
He shrugged and lighted ! cIga'
refte. stiII smiling Very well,
we'I1 not. My mistake. Nothing
to get mad about, n there7
He was 80 unc0ncerned that
her anger faded. He Just wasn't
worth. "A trivial person fun Cf
egotism. IA sweet time Iris would
have with him. Yet if Iris mar
ried him she might settle down.
COsnO, Mary began earnestly.
why don't you take better care
81 nv cousin? She's $3.50 kind
Of crazy for excitement anything
new, you know? And times like
last night wen, she Oughtn't 20
have danced with that red-haired
man. I know something about
him but she wouldn't let me tell
her. He isn't one for her 10
know =
His nonchalance was torn away
for second: 1t was as X 4 veil
lifted over his eyes and what she
saw III them made Mary catch
her breath. why. he loves her"
she thought. sHowever trivial ana
perhaps deloya1 he may be, he
loves IrisFs
lTO Be Continued MOnday.D
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But at the very first corner he
was accosted. One who curiously
resembled spider, being all arms
and legs and moving with q crawl
ing, sidewise gait, wheeled into
step with him and began to argue
IN q dreary whine.
What you got against me,
Spooh? Amt as good heavy
man as they Is in N'York? Did I
ever do you anything, fella?"
Danny glanced at the mans
ghastIy face, indecent as q skull
in its emaeiation turned his eyes
from the burning zones Of the drug
user.
You did yourself something
when you plugged that sWatchman
on the warehouse job, Coky. Was
raw. what I mean; he never even
saw you. Only the wire kept us
from taking the bump for that.
Yeh, but learned better, SpOOk.
Say, ] don't carry no cannon no
more on 4 touch. I'm on the up
and up. am, and the guys wants
me back. Spike says it's o. x"
ssYeh?" Danny's manner was
casual but danger whirred through
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Win uCE IuOU8ntB even ~ AskSAt
to him. Il did it--I lied-f0r love
Of you, Ecstasy! could not zee
any other way to win your warm
beauty! Can you blame me be-
cause / love 80 much?D
Madge's expression was almost
one Of boredom as she interrupted
him:
Carroll, you're such = cheap
cad. You sound like plion0-
graph reeoFil You repeat your
self all the time.
Your he almost snarled at
her, as her stinging words
penetrated his self-complacenc
You're in q position to talk 70
me, aren't you? 1T would be wiser
for you, you silly little fool.
to be particularly charming or
you may be faced with the un-
pleasant necessity OF working for
q livingg'
From his pocket, Carroll pro-
duced q huge silver flask. To
your better temper, darlingn he
said, and drank. But You might
as well remember the fact that 1
am an artist he added, and
my nerves won't stand for very
much OF this sort OF thing"
Martha came towards them,
while Celeste, little lame, went
UP to Madge and slipped her
hand in hers.
Martha, / apologize" Madgs
said distinctly, that q cad such
as this fellow should annoy you
with a visit"
"Let me talk to you, Mrs.
Ferris Carroll said suddenly in
an ugly way, the liquor obviously
affecting him.
'T want to see the airship!' Ce.
Ieste announced.
Take her with you, and let
me talk to Mr.. Dudley" Martha
said emphatically.
Now, you seem sensible, Mrs.
Ferris" Carroll said i'm a patron
izing tone as Celeste and Madge
plain in the meadow. IT see
that you know the whole story,
Now, az a woman, do. YOU blame
me for hiding from Madge the
fact that my wife is alive, when
I explain to you that I did it for
love of Madge? I'm going to do
the right thing by Madge, and I
shall marry her-When every
thing adjusts itself. But 1 don't
see why we should wait--do YOU?
Why should convention stop a
love like ours?''
His speech was becoming
thicker and thicker, and now he
paused for another big drink.
I'm my life," Martha said
slowly. II have never met d
type of man like you, Mr.. Dud-
ley. / didn't think there were
you can do is to realize that you
have lost Madge, lost her for
ever. thank God!'
For some little time. he ranted
at Martha until she turned on
him fiercely and said: Get off
the place! Get into your plane
and go!"
He strobe quickly away. now
unsteady on his legs. He ap.
preached the plane to find that
Madge had humored Celeste and
that both weEe seated in the
cockpit. pretending to fly. Madge
had put on the harness Of a para
chute, and Celeste was calling
gayly for her to have one too.
wait, little one" Carroll called
in mock tenderness to the child.
"I'H make the engine sing for
you--so that 1t will sound like
fIying!'
He pulled down on the prOpel-
Ter, ana the still warm engine
humm6d. stepping to the side
of the plane, Carroll caught
Celeste In his arms, threw her
roughly on the ground behind
the ship and climbed into his
place. Before Madge could real
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aOnce upon a time" Madge
began in the approved style. for
!. all stories for children must be-
gin that way; but as she went
on she was telling herself the
story. that seemed IncOnconscious
Of the rapt little listener who
lay as still as a mouse and
never interrupted with a word
until the end.
After many exciting details she
went on:
And when the Glittering Dra-
gon. who was all the colors OF
the rainbow so that the Foolish
Princess thought he was just
wonderful, this marvellous Dragon
who flew so swiftly through the
skies, finally got the Princess to
let him carry her away from
the Kind and Chivalrous Prince,
she thought that she was going
to be happy ever afterwards"
Madge paused as though that
were the end OF the story, when
ali the. world knows that they
just had to live happily ever
afterwards!
..But.a protested Celeste, as
though Madge had failed utterly
as story teller, what happened
then? What happened to the
Kind and Chivalrous Prince?"
'I was afraid you wouldn't
like the story" Madge fa1tered.
Now l come to think of it, I
don't like the story myself. You
see. the Glittering Dragon just
dropped the Foolish Princess on
q desert island and then flew
away leaving her to her tears.
As for the Kind and Chivalrous
Prince. why he-I guess-soon
forgot all about the Foolish Prin.
cess and went away in a ship,
like the one you cut out of the
newspaper--and that is really the
end of the story"
II don't like it bitr' Celeste
criticized it with all the honesty
OF her six years. THANK you
very much. Madge. but I like
Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves,
or Cinderella, ever so much bet
ter"
Martha came in, and after a
goodnight kiss. Madge strolled
away to her own room. leaving
the mother with the child.
II hope you let Madge know
how grateful you are for saving
your life," Martha was saying
as Madge left the room.
But Celeste was much too In
terested in the story to talk about
gratitude. She insisted upon re-
peating it for her mothers bene-
fit, remembering very clearly
every detail.
$50 told her it wasn't nice
story, Mummie," she continued.
Il don't like to think of the
poor, Foolish Princess without
the Kind and Chivalrous Prince,
because it was all the fault of
that old Glittering Dragon, even
II he did fly so beautifully
Martha had listened carefully,
Suddenly she smiled.
60 to sleep, my darling" she
said fondly, but / have an idea
Celeste! Mumnie thinks that per-
haps after aIl-partly through
! you, darling-that Mummie will
be able to help Madge."
How hefp?'' Celeste wanted to
know.
"Oh, in lots of ways" Matha
answered, kissing her.
She tapped on Madge's door.
Come in" Madge called sadly.
She was sitting by the open win
dow, watching the sunset.
Everything's upset and supper
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VIII De laIeE, MARINA expla1neQs
She hesitated. MAY / sit DOWN.
Please do" Madge replied, pull
ing up a rocking chair by the
window. II was looking at the
sunset. and ! think It made me
sad"
AFTER what happened today,
you and can never be strang-
ers." Martha began slowly. Henry
feels' the same way. You have
become one OF us by giving us
back our darling. I've been tslk-
ing to Celeste, dear, and she told
me the story you just told Ier."
There was silence as Madge
gaZed out of the open window at
the orange and violet splcndor OF
the sunset.
"WeIl." she asked, as tears
threatened.
''I don't want to pry into your
affairs, dear" Martha went on,
s'but / am a woman, with a
woman's intuition, and you are
very dear to me-like a sister,
Madge. guess things are wrong
and perhaps / could neip. There
was that young man at tea, who
suffered over your name. And
wasn't spying on you, but I saw
your expression, dear, when Ethel
was telling about her reconcilia-
ton with her husband. The in.
finite sadness in your face just
pulled at my heart. And now this
story Confide in me,
dear, and let me help.
HodoA mae Ix,a1(N
ing. She rose and knelt by Mar
tha's side.
Its too late to help" Madge
cried. ''Much too later
CHAPTER XVII
Tam pushed at the kneeling
Madge with paw that seemed to
signal: Don't cry, I'm herew
Don't my dear, don't! Tell
Martha about it," that kindly
soul crooned over Madge, much as
though she were talking to q
child.
With a great effort Madge con-
trolled herself. But she could
hardly speak. She went to her
desk and took from it the letter
she had written to Frances.
Read this she said brokenly.
Cant talk. Wrote this--to a
friend. This will tell you. And
I'm not--CarrolI Dudley's wife.
I'm the wife of Michael Winches-
ter"
Without a word, Martha read
the many pages that Madge had
written to Frances, clearly repeat
ing the whole unhappy story.
Now and again Martha would
take Madge's hand and press it,
Will she made little interjections.
"You poor dearr'
This is the Michael Winchester
/ read about-the very, very rich
Winchester" she asked simply,
when she had finished the letter.
Madge nodded, her eyes brim
ming with tears. Yes! And love
him Martha--now it's too late"
It's never too late" the other
said quietly. ITS never too late
when you love-"
"Oh, he'd never forgive me
he'd never believe that / haven't
been actually bad Besides, he's
going away"
I'm only a simple woman" ="
Martha smiled sadly, but | don't
believe. dear, that there is any
difference in love-if it's a place
like the home you ran away from,
you dear foolish princess, or in
Q farmhouse like thisl Send for
this husband OF yours, and tell
him the TRUTH
"Oh! No! cried Madge, frightened
at the mere thought. You don't
know him Martha! And you don't
understand his pride OF family and
name. He would never forgive me
and / could never face his scorn.
I can't and / won'tw
Then you shan'tm Martha
soothed her. "But what about
Carroll DudleA2 J know its too
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the BnAtGEECO 1IAEMlGAttH "a AGA
life? It occurred to her that after
she had established herself in
some little business and could feel
assured of q moderate income, she
would like to adopt child.
Celeste had grown 30 around her
heart that she felt as II she could
win and hold the love Of some
youngster and that there would pc
her greatest chance of happiness.
ssBut you mustn't be weak" she
Addressed herself. You've made
an utter mess Of everything, but
have some courage and don't pity
yourself! One would think you
were the only girl who ever
wrecked her life!'
She spent the rest of the day
helping Martha in simple house
hold duties, and. when the latter
objected. Madge said:
"I've got an idea. Martha, that
work makes one forget quicker
than anything else. ] don't see
any happiness ahead-there can
be none-but Ikmay feel better
when / begin to work.
zone would think you were .
fortune.teller, Martha chided her.
"How can you know that you viii
never be happy again.?
On the Friday morning, Madge
wondered il Carroll would arrive
that day or on the Saturday. She
wanted to have the final inter-
view with him over and done
with. She determined that she
would stay a week or two longer
at the farm, and that she would
then go to New York to talk
business with Frances.
But in the early afternoon, soon
after lunch, she heard the whirl
in the sky, and this time she
knew it was Carroll, as he circled
and made a perfect landing in the
meadow. She was surprised at
the sense of detachment with
which she watched this maneuver.
How could she ever have been
thrilled by him and by his spec
tacular sobriquet OF "the flying
painter?
She did not go to meet him in
the meadow. but waited by the
well. She saw him quicken his
pace, and it was with this same
sense Of detachment that she
watched the eagerness of his ex-
preston as he approached her.
Ecstasy! o Moon Of My De-
light! How 1t is possible that
anyone can loe so beautiful? ne
asked, and, instantly, Madge knew
that he had. been drinking ana
was partially intoxicated.
Where they stood, they were out
OF the view of the house owing
to a high bank of rhododendrum
bushes. which flower so plentifully
in the Delaware country. Carroll
would have taken her in his
arms, but, seeing Madge's express
sion OF cold contempt, he stepped
back from her.
Carroll, I known
know what? What do you
mean?" he clustered.
II have been talking on long
distance with your wife," Madge
said almost listlessly. so profound
was her indifference.
He was not even as good-looking
as she had imagined her prince of
romance to be, she reflected
critically. And his face was dis
sipated- looking. Why had he ever
had that fascination over her,
this slightly intoxicated man, who
dropped into buster upon realizing
that lying would not help him?
She contrasted his rather flashy
Rood.looks with the aristocratic
and AaaaufiolIxy n0iSad charm of
Michael. And she had given up
Michael Winchester for this.
II admit it," Carroll was say
ing, and for the past few moments
Madge had been too preoCcupAs6
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late to say it-but I never liked
him-never."
Madge's mood changed and her
voice was bitter as she answered:
I'm almost looking forward to
meeting him. when he flies back
here! l believe it wall make me
feel better when have had my
final interview with him.
She began to give Martha de-
tails. going over the whole affair
from the very beginning.
After this long explanation, hav-
ing neglected all her household
duties, Martha persuaded Madge
to come downstairs and to sit In
the kitchen with her while she
prepared the supper.
I've no right to stay here"
Madge was saying. II have no
right in a home like this, Martha,
and you know 1t. When little
Celeste was saying good night TO
me this evening, wondered what
you would feel ii you knew that
I'd left my husband to run away
with another man."
Henry Ferris, whose boots had
been covered with mire from the
duck-pond, had removed them on
the back porch and had entered
silently during Madge's last re.
mark.
Now them he called out almost
sternly. II heard that, though l
wasn't meant to. How dare you
say that?"
Dare say-that-that I'm not
Carroll Dudley's wife?" she fal.
tered.
"No--but how dare you say that
you haye no right In this homer"
He went on with rough tenderness.
IT don't care a damn what you've
done, but this your home and
you're like a sister to me and
Martha here. After what you did
today-wellm He caught her in
his arms, kissed her forhead,
pushed her roughly from him and
strode out of the kitchen toward
the small room where he kept his
farm papers.
And Henry is the boss here"
Martha smiled. Hes crude some-
times, but he's a natures gentle
man, and when he gives his friend
just try and eVade his loyalty. As
for me, / repeat what he says, be.
cause ! loved you even before you
saved our child, so don't let's have
any nonsense about you going.
You and I and Henry will fight
this out between us--but keep that
fellow Carroll Dudley out Of
Henry's reach, or don't know
what would happenr
Madge could not reply for a
moment. At last she managed tear
fully.
You, as a happy wife, Martha,
can't know what the loyalty and
friendship of you and Henry mean
to me at this time. / can't thank
you-it's too big for thanks.
She recalled the letter she had
written to Frances. "Oh I wanted
an envelope, Martha" she changed
the subject.
Martha, opening a drawer, pro-
duced one. Address it here" she
said. "One minute-yes. Here's
my fountain pen. Henry's going
into town after supper, and he can
mail it for you then" She waited
while Madge addressed the en-
Velope and then picked it up and
went into the little room that
Henry called his office.
At supper, Henry, who was gen.
orally silent, talked, as Martha put
1t, nineteen to the dozen" He
spoke Of his crops, branched into
politics, and returned to his farm
ing plans for the following year.
Madge realized that he was doing
this on purpose. He wanted her to
forget her troubles, and her heart
warmed toward the simple, kindly
fellow whose loyalty Of friendship
was standing so~acid o tAat Nonr
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> sloerlhS MS elementary cOuS Oh
ethics.
When he had driven off for
town. Madge insisted upon helping
Martha with the dishes.
IT still feel" Martha said as she
stopped over the sink, that you
ought to let this husband of yours
know the exact truth of what has
happened"
''You don't understand" Madge
sighed. Martha, / was no one of
any importance. My late father
never made any money, although
the poor dear always hoped to
make a great deal in some stupid
speculation. We lived in the most
modest way in this cheap little
apartment. told you about rush
ing out of Carroll's studio, blind
with rage at his treachery, when
Michael Winchester's car knocked
me down. It was very much the
story Of the King and the Beggar
Maid: Why, couldn't believe all
his kindness, Martha, and his
generosity! I suspected him-sus.
pected Michael, who has an old
time attitude of respect and chiv.
airy towards women! He loved
me SO much that he laid at my
feet, not only his wealth, which
means nothing to him, but this
old Southern name of Winchester
and traditions means everything
to him. And then I go and be.
tray him! AS Carroll has be.
trayed me! How can / return ~
a man like that ana expect him to
AAl II Vsna hi =, M
lost him, and that have not
actually been physically unfaith-
full? Can't you see that the fact
remains that I did run away? It's
no excuse really that 1 was fool
unfaithful to me! Can't you see
that Martha?"
Martha turned from the sink
and faced her questioncr gravely.
ct can'tg'
"But remember his tremendous
social importance, Martha! His
sister is the Duckess of Penndale.
Michael is known in Europe as in
this country. Why, I've made
him the object of gossip"
How do you know that?" Mar
tha demanded. There's been
nothing in the paper, and yet
saw about his yacht this morning.
Perhaps people think you've Just
gone away somewhere to restv'
IF you could have seen the re.
porters and cameramen when /
married him, you'd realize the
headlines there will be when
Michael starts his lawyers work
ing"
"And I repeat" Martha said
doggedly, that if he loves YOU
and didn't he give you this grand
name of his to-prove it?-he
would forgive"
= mo, I've lost him." Madge pro-
tested, Michael who never
showed me anything but love
and kindness and consideration
and gentleness and chivalry, is
suffering now. l am suffering
suffering still more, because when
it's too late. 1 have awakened
to my love for him, and the only
one who doesn't suffer, though
I'm not excusing myself, is the
one who was the cause of most
Of the trouble-Carroll! Oh that
he should go free. Martha! That
he should go freev'
Don De Dlttef about him.,
Martha counSeled.- Bitterness
never helped anyone"
For an hour they talked, but
Madge was firm in Sher determi-
nation. She must accept her
punishment. accept the prospect
of the lonely years ahead, and
later try to find in some kind of
work a little forgetfulness Of all
that she had lost.
But when Martha had gone up
stairs to peep at the sleeping
Celeste, Madge went out on the
porch--and she heard the drone
Of an approaching ' plane. Car.
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roll! Carroll! Returning earlier
than he had expected.
Filled by q base desire that he
dared dignity by the word love"
Carroll was returning to claim
her.
Sudden binding rage possessed
her. She went into the house,
and went quickly.
She knew that In a drawer Of a
desk in Henry's office was d
loaded revolver. She hurried into
the small room. The drawer was
not locked. Within she found
what she was looking for, and
then she hurried out of the
house, gripping the cold handle
of the gun.
she hurried from the house,
while the noise overhead grew
nearer. She hurried toward the
meadow where Carroll always
landed-hurried. gripping the gun.
CHAPTER XVIII
Madge had proceeded only few
yards when she realized that the
plane overhead was passing swiftly
by. Already the sound of the
motors was dying away toward
the east. Then it was not Carroll!
But this was absurd, and Madge
felt her absurdityi Because a plane
was heard in the skies. she must
jump to the conclusion that it
was Carroll Dudley-as though in
this day and age he were the only
one to fly!,
And her sense of the absurdity
of the situation went deeper. She
saw that to carry a revolver with
which to shoot Carroll was q
ridiculous gesture. She was dra-
matizing herself. behaving as
though her life were a moving
picture. So her mood of bitter.
ness and cold anger changed to
one of sardonic reflection. She
was inclined to laugh at herself.
But supposing it had been Car
roll, and she had shot him. she
reflected, as she walked back
toward the house! What horror!
She would have rid the world OF
a treacherous man. but she shud-
dered slightly as she pictured her
own fate. the echo of which would
have resounded in Michael's lifei
FerVently she promised herself
that she would not be dramatic
and ridiculous again.
So she was smiling enigmatically
as suddenly she knew that all
feeling for Carroll was dead.
hate him. Tt seemed to her that
all her bitterness and hatred had
disappeared in that one melo-
f9 Iayhn Gh
deliberately gone out from the
house with murder in her heart.
A strange feeling of quiet-un-
happy calm-spread over her con.
seriousness.
She was still smiling as she
came up the porch steps and
found Henry, who had just re-
turned.
what are you doing with my
gum" he asked, as she handed 1t
to him.
Madge laughed a little hollowly.
ooh, / guess / thought | would
shoot snake--but changed my
mind"
That's good" He smiled as he
glanced in the direction in which
the plane had vanished. But l
don't believe a snake can harm
anyone, Madge. as long. as she
isn't afraid of it, and as long as
she knows 1t is a snake-which
my baby didn't"
Worn out by emotion, Madge
slept that night. although she had
feared that she would get no rest.
The following day she spent most
Of the time alone.
Little Celeste was still in bed.
and Madge made her frequent
visits, but in the afternoon wan.
dered away to her favorite place
by the waterfall.
She sat there day dreaming.
What was she going to do with
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Monster Trolley Car

sngle-deck trolley capable 1T
and reaching speed of 80 miles hour being tested at
Dresden Germany It is long that the conductor has to
announce stopping places through megaphone.
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Clip, you're looking out the back
with the spittfng-rod.
II amt seen Il yet" snarled
Corso.
O'ROurlxe went to d gall cabinet
and unlocked the door, lifting down
q package. 1t turned out to be an
ugly weapon, q machine gun, not
much different in appearance from
an ordinary rifle excepting that It
had two grips, one under the bar
rel and another at the rear. and a
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cartridge clip below the trigger
guard.
Clip snatched It with long.
drawn aAhv' bringing it up to
level expertly, testing the auto
matte switch at the side. running
his fingers over the barrel in
caressing way. Al fanatical reyer-
ence burned IN his black eyes.
Fifteen hundred shots q min-
utep' he whispered, Guess tl1atM
send 'en hunting cover. All right
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ssWireIess MIX

discovered method BY
which milk treated by wireless Be kept sweet Ior three
four weeks The wireless milk n produced ny passng
an intense beam of short waves through the liquid.