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Hold Rites For
McAIen Woman

McALLEN. Sept. 22.-Faneral SER
-scae for Mrs. Eleanor kelham
smith. rs. who died at her home
here sunday following an illness o.
Two weeks were held Friday after
noon from the Bapt St church Fun
eral services were conducted Dy
Rev. add Holt as listed by Rev.
j. Grady Timmons.
Bccedent was horn at Sanduskv'
Ohio. Aug. &. 1853. She lived IN
Sandusky until 1890. She was mar
ried IN 1856 to Rev. Granger smith.
The couple moved in 1910 to Meal
len.
Surviving Mrs. Smith are her hus-
hand. Rev. Granger Smith. and three
children. Carrie H.. Granger W. IT.
and Mrs. Alice G~lendenning OF Ne
Allen.
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Broadway Mems
Store Reopened
Especial 70 The Heraldl

HARLINGEN. Seut. 22.-Opening
OF the Broadway Mems store here,
owned by Ben Epstein, was held Sat
urday. with a large number Of friends
Of Mr.. Epstein, and patrons Of his
establishment calling 1T the store
during the day.
The store has been closed for sew
eral weeks, since a fire damaged the
building and destroyed a large part
Of the stock.
The interior of the building has
been remodeled and renovated and a
complete new stock Of goods pur-
chased. The same lines handled By
Mr.. Epstein before the fire are car
ried, with new goods.
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MAKE PLANS
FOR BANQUET
To Hold Conference
To Map System of
Parks For City

Final preparations have been start
ed relative to the holding OF the
Brownsville Real Estate Boards
luncheon 10 Be held III the new din
ing room Of the FL Jardin Hotel,
Monday, Oct 4, for the purpose OF
developing tentative plans for the
adoption Of a system Of city parks
designed to make Brownsville one Of
the most beautiful cities in America.
All members OF civic, social and
fraternal organizations and members
0f the Brownsville Chamber of Com
merce will be invited 20 be guests OF
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PREACHING AT 20

EASTB0URNE, Eng.-Rev. Fred
erick Hastings celebrated his Goth
birthday by preaching his regular
weekly sermon I'm the South Street
Congregational church.
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NJ. P.HASN new
MEXICO Head
Col. Hicks Appointed
Lines Executive
Representative

ST LOUIS, Sept. 22.-Anticipating
continued improvement in conditions
In Mexico and greatly increased trade
and traffic IS we'll as a great revival
Of tourist travel between the United
States and Mexico, T.. wv. Baldwin.
president Of the Missouri Pacific
Lines, today announced the appoint
ment Of Col. G.. ID. Hicks, who has
been office assistant 70 president. as
executive representative Of the Mis-
souri, Pacific Lines and the Texas
Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1928-09-23

SYDENHAM. EnE.-Miss Miriam
Gibson. though only 1S, was grant
ed court permission 20 marry when
The testified her mother disappeared
ten years ago.
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why she wouldn't talk she answered:
Because I just didn't want toll"
And that was all there was to i'll
At home, Pat, as her mother and
father call her, talks the whole time,
and If she had displayed the same
trait at the contest she undoubtedly
would have won first prize. Pat is
not quite three years old.
The next baby contest she gets into.
her mother says, she'll talk or therell
be a session with her afterward.
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LITTLE SINS - By Katherine Brush

hours and a half every evening.
Which chorus girl 1t was who
had the new pearls, and where
she got them. How FAnchon
La Belle happened to be leading
the Home James number, when
someone else could have done it
so much better.
She kept a finger on the pulse
of the show, and knew its best
nights and its lamest ones. She
learned things about the psy-
chology OF audiences. She picked
up theatrical iargon and prattled
it like a trouper bred in the
bone. She came to feel that the
show was her show; that she was
part of it. 81 feel as though, il
it went on the road tomorrow,
I'll be taken along" she con-
fided to Jerry.
She spent weeks on a crayon
sketch of the comedian, working
on it in odd moments snatched
from her crowded days, even
sometimes getting up early to
work on it for half an hour be-
fore she left for the store. When
she had finished it she mailed it
to him-but lacked the self
confidence to sign her name, and
so never knew what he thought
of 1t.
TO Be Continued Tomorrow
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Lily Put on the Finishing Touches

weaken, now that I'm all set to
go ahead and get my divorce"
When she was all dressed in a
lilac.coIored silk dress that was a
year old, but very good style,
nevertheless, she ran to the tele-
phone in the big upper hail.
just as she touched it 1t began
to ring. ~.
CHAPTER XVII
Lily 5picked up the telephone.
Hello, =. she said into the
nIolthpiece, and almost before the
littjE1StWord was off her lips she
heard. Pats voice.
Pm down at my Dads house"
he began, "and thought that
maybe you'd"
Lily waited to hear no more.
She slammed the receiver back
upon its little black hook, and
banged the telephone down upon
the hall table.
.'.As IL ! cared where he is or
what he thinks!' she said to her.
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went with the lines were a dread
full bore after the first week. But
of the music and the dances ana
the color she never tired.
sUshering was fun.
She reached the theater every
night at 1870 and hurried into her
uniform and to her place on the
orchestra floor, so as to %
there when the doors opened
Then there was a. wait. While
she waited, she chatted with the
other ushers, and teased the
ticket taker. about his rich
widow. and anxiously asked Mrs.
Donahue at the coat room win
dow how her little boy was and
what the doctor said this morn
ing
when she took people down
the aisle she almost ran because
II was somewhat steep, and be-
tween eight.fifteen and eight"
thirty she practically did run.
because there were always more
people, half a dozen more, clus'
tered at the head of. the aisle,
looking as though they thought
she ought to. She carried stock
of programs in the crook of her
arm. and after the curtain rose,
a. flashlight in her hand, she
said. "Center aisle, please" and
This way, please" and Rise
please"
She accepted seat checks from
brown, horny hands, and pale
shiny-tipped hands, and small
shaky blue-Veined hands, and
hands heavy with rings, and
RIoved hands. She brushed
against bare satin shoulders and
big broadcloth arms. She heard
a thousand voices. She caught a
hundred doors.
Her feet kept time to the
music, and she smiled. softly and
a little shyly at people, and al
most invariably they smiled
back - =
Sometimes she was advised
in quick whispers by fellow
ushers of the presence Of celeb
rites in the house. "D'ja see
Mae Murray? D'n'Ja see herr"
know who that was you
just took down? Oh, you sap
Babe RUTH
1T was rather fun.
From the other ushers she
heard all the backstage gossip.
Why the comedians wife d.
vorced him. What the redhead
privately thought of the statues
que young man to whom she
publicly made love for two
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No.D Go On With The Story.

jumped up from the table. !"
What was the matter with that
idiot Of a girl, anyway? Didn't
she realize that she was serving
meal, and that It was twenty
minutes since she had carried the
soup in land set.sit down.
She's probably talking over the
phone to- some sWAetie Of hers"
Lily. said to- herself. ALTHOUGH
J. cant imagine a. creature like
that having anyone In love with
her. If anybody is, he must have
Ia fine eye for knick-knacks."
She stood still at the baize-cov-
cred door OF the pantry and put
her ear to the crack. 80 She
had been right. The maid was
talking to ''sweetie" beyond all
doubt. and she was crying as she
talked to him.
Sure, I'm nuts about YOU"
she was saying between sobs,
'tbut who wants to bring up three
kids that belonged to some other
woman? My mother told me |
should say that to you next time
you talked to me-and I'd say it
anyway. myself Her voice
ended in storm of sn1othered
sobbing.
"D-d-don't caIl me up no more
and take my mind off-my j-iob!'
she went on. This wonaan's
daughter is here, and SHE'S as
mean as dirt. I amt going to
have no time to talk to you while
she's. here, and anyway, amt
~ tell 30
Lily heard her bang the receiver
up on its hook, and then she came
flying out of the pantry, wiping
her eyes and her nose as she
came. She gave a little shrek
when she saw Lily standing there.
'tOh, you scairt mel" she gasped,
and then she went white. did
you hear what I was saying on
the phone?"
Lilly nodded. I'm sorry I was
as mean as dirt to YOU" she said.
you're in trouble about some
thing, aren't your" She was sur
prised at the feeling of sympathy
and understanding that came
yelling UP into her heart as she
looked at Christine, with her
swollen nose and red wet eyes.
Hester Belle admitted that she
was, and then she told her story
with many pauses and bushes.
It seemed that two men were
AFTER Iler-ore who was a hand
some young widower with thrse
children, and one who was not
handsome, but who was bachelor
with money.
Hes got his own house and
butcher shop" she explained,
land I'd have it soft il married
him. But I don't like him.
like the one what's got three
children, and not penny to his
name, Mrs. France. But my
mothers made me promise not to
take him and slave my life away
looking after him and his three
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) brats, and I know l d be crazy If
I did marry him.

) brats, and I know d be crazy If
/ did marry him.
"You certainly would bew Lily
told her. Think what a terrible
life you'd have working for those
three children year in and year
out, with no money to bring them
up. You take the one with the
money and you'll be happy"
The girl looked troubled. do
YOU think so?'' she asked, doubt
fully. HE amt a bit mice look
ing, and / was afraid that maybe
il I married him I'd always be
hankering for the goodlooking
one. The one with the kids, you
Lily shook her head. .'You'd
never think Of him when you had
your own house and maybe a
little automobile" she said. But
il you marry the poor one you'll
always be sorry you passed UP the
one with the money. Nothing can
eat into your soul like poverty,
Hester Belle. -
Hester Belle gazed at her, her
mouth hanging open, her face
stupid and heavy, as il she only
dinly understood what was being
said to her.
At don't know as I could live
with a man didn't like" she
remarked ,after" whole. minute.
II don't know as it's a very good
thing to do, either Seems to me
it amt real Honest or pure. !"
For just one fleeting second Lily
found herself wondering IL it
were honest and pnret to divorce
the man you loved but couldn't
be happy with, and marry the
man you did not love but who had
the only thing that would make
you happy-money.
Then she shook off the thought
and went back to the living room
fire.
After dinner she played the
piano for q while, simply glory
ing in the knowledge that some
one else was out in the kitchen
Wishing. the dishes.
At ten She went to bed, CRATE
full, for the linen sheets, the smell
OF pine and lavender in. the pill
lows, and the ,silk-covered com
forter that she tucked around her
shoulders.
She dropped off to sleep, think
ing drowsily, not OF Pat, but of
Staley Drummond, and how she
would telephone him first thing
in the morning to let him know
where she was and why she was
there. 9
Hell be tickled to DEATH"
she knew. -
She woke up at, noon the next
day and spent two hours drawd-
ling over her breakfast and her
toilet. She scrubbed and brushed
and polished herself within an
inch of her life.
Il want to look well the first
time I see StaIey," she said to
herself, rubbing perfume into the
back Of her neck where the bright
gold hair rose from the white
skin. az don't want him to
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edge OF It with both hands.
She wondered IL all sep
arations were like this. Full Of
moments of misgivings and re-
gret.
At four o'clock Staley came to-
the house, looking very swagger
and elegant In an English morn
ing coat and . fresh white
gardenia in his button-hole.
It was gray, sunless day,
and the house was almost dark
when he came. There was no
light in it, but the rosy glow Of
the fire that Hester Belle had
made in the living room before
she left for the afternoon to slneet
one Of the two men who Wefe
after" her. There wash i g
sound in 1t, either.
Lily went to the door when he
rang and opened 1t.
Without a word, he came I'M
laid his hat and stick and top
coat on the hall table, and took
her in his arms. ''This il just
like old times, isn't it," he asked,
huskily. aJust like It was last
spring, before you had even seen
that cab driver" He kissed her
forehead, and he would have,
kissed her mouth, but Lily
wriggled herself out Of his arms.
"Ah, we mustn't DO this now.
she said to him. Remember
that I'm still another mans wife.
We must. be very careful what
we do for the next few months,
Staley. until I'm free. Z
'Since when are You so care
fuI?" Staley wanted to know,
with q laugh, and Lily wondered
IL he realized that she did not
want him near ertnat some
how, the thought Of his kisses
made her cold all over.
Lets go to Sues house, she
said, brightly. ''I'm just dying
to see the crowd when we. burst
in upon them together! Especial
" Ann Barney! suppose she
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she would say. Jerry, l can't
go. can't. You love me, don't
you, Jerry? More than anybody,
you said. You said that. You
love me enough toto marry me,
don't you? So nobody can take
me away from you-ever-"
"They don't answer" rasped the
operator.
Pride returned with the morn
ing. S.
Gay left New York without a
second attempt to get in touch
with Jerry. She left thinking of
him angrily, with the singing
anger women feel toward men for
whose sake they have made them
selves On fools in their own eyes.
His dance hall girl can have
him! she ragged to herself. IT
don't care. I don't want him!
But through all the first hour
in the Pullman drawing room she
"SPS NASAAA0AAJ1 IA NeAAANAAJg anu
would not be consoled.
Dolly Quinn had a uniform. 1t
was a blush-gray uniform, con-
sisting of brief skirt, tight basque
bodice decorated with a double
row OF buttons. and little round
pill-box hat, cooked over the eye,
strapped under the chin. 1t made
her look rather like a bellby but
quite adorable. She wore it six
evenings q week.
The idea originally Jerry's.
I'm getting scared" he had
said. Ito make suggestions
you've knocked all I've made so
far flat-but listen: why not usher
in a theater? There's no bad
job! I don't know what they
pay, but the work is easy, the
hours are short-home before
midnight-just the thing for YOU!
Does 1t appeal, or doesn't it?'
1T does" Dolly had answered
obviously, after reflection, But
l couldn't possibly manage it."
why couldn't your"
well, what about matinees?"
Prolonged discussion.
TN see," Jerry had promised
finally. Maybe something can be
done. A substitute or something.
I'll find out"
He had been as good as his
word. Not only had he ascer.
tanned that substitutes were in
some cases permissible, but he
had unearthed one. She was A.
black-eyed damsel named Ruby
who worked at a hotel switch
board by night: she agreed will
tngly to take the place Of Dolly
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asked him II Mr.. Drummond were
at home.
He was, and his voice became
sharp with eagerness when she
told him where she was. ~
come over as soon as finish my
dinner" he told her. They're
having d party at Gains house.
Well go together and surprise
them all, what?''
1t flashed through Lily's MIND
that Pat never would have stop
ped to finish dinner under these
circumstances, IL she had been
telephoning him instead OF stacy
and he never would nave
wanted to drag her OF TO
party first thing, either. He
would have wanted her all to MINI
self.
But then, staley was not Pat.
He never had been the exciting.
pelImell sort of person that Eat
was. He was older and more
settled than Pat, and ne TOOK
things. more calmly.
All right, StaIey, that VIII De
fine" she answered. what time.
will you come for me2
And then, by some trick OF
crossed wires, Pats voice came
to her instead Of the other mans.
Hello, is this you, Lilly? ne
was asking. I'VE were cut OIL
Hello, hello, helloP' It was
Staley's voice now in her ear.
said I'd be over about 4 O'CLOCK.
Lily. Do you hear met"
II hear you," Lily said. GOOD
bye"
OF course, she was all through
with Pat France forever ana
ever. But she didn't want him
to know that she was on with
the new Iove-or was Staley ner
old loVe?-so soon.
After all, Pat was stin her hus-
band.
She heard Staley hang up his
knew that Pat had been speaking
Hello, Pal" she said. There
was no answer.
She jiggled the hook up ana'
down. "HelloPat? she asked
and after another second or two
he spoke to her.
''Well. it,sdidn't take you long
to get Drumnnond back on your
string, did it?' he asked. Gosh,
and to think used to think
what a good wife you were.
what q sap I've been, haven't
l?''
His voice was filled with bitter
ness. and he hung up. The click
of the receiver going up at his
end of the wire sounded in Lity's
ear
She was on the verge Of tears
for a minute, as she stood beside
the telephone table, clutching the
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Her marriage to Pat had taught
hertthat, she told herself. No one
aver had been more in love than
she had been with Pat France.
and no one had ever been more
unhappy poverty stricken wife
than she had, been! Love wasn't
enough to build happiness upon.
As she sat there. drinking the
best cream.of- celery soup she ever
had had in her life. the telephone
rang In the pantry at the end Of
the dining room; across the han.
1t startled her. 1t was so MANY
months since she had had a tel
ephone in the house that the
sound OF It was unfamiliar to her
and because she had been without
one for so long the very tinkle
81 its bell seemed like luxury.
She heard Christine hurrying to
answer It. and then there was q
long silence.
She finished her soup and ate
the crackers on the plate beside
Il. She picked up the little green
glass bell that Hester Belle had
SET upon the table and rang It.
There was no answer. No sound
Of Hester Bellies flip-f Hopping slip
pers coming back across the din
ing room.
She rang again. More dead
silence followed.
Furiously angry by this time.
Lily threw down her napkin ana
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self AS il / cared one single
rap!'
She really did not care. at that
time. She was all dressed and
ready to see staley Drummond.
She was back in her old home and
her old life, and she had put the
very thought of Pat out Of her
mild.
L 'eHe practically. ordered me out
of my own home. I. she thought,
with part Of her brain, while she
looked up Stale Is nd me telephone
number in the. directory and gave
it, r
His Japanese butler answered
her ring. Lily recognized his
voice after all the months that
had gone by. since she had heard
it-and 1t was a welcome sound.
Pretty soon, Ito, youll be TAX
ing orders from me-" she said to
him, silently, while aloud she
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In This Story Of Girl Torn BetWxt Two Great Desires,
Beatrice Burton Has Woven Vibrant Serial
Pulsating With Romance

thinks she has You all hooked,
doesn't she?''
StaIey shook his head as ne
helped her into her coat. AS he
pulled the fur collar around her
neck his fingers stroked her
cheeks for an instant. please lei
me kiss you-just once for =
Christmas present before We 60.
he begged, and while Lily shook
her head and pushed him away she
thought Of Pat, who never asked
her kisses, but simply took them
when he wanted them.
Pat had his good points as well A.
his bad ones.
IA man who asks for 4 kiss
! doesn't deserve ones she said to
StaIey. with giggle. when she.
was out Of his reach.
The Gains huge house was
packed with people when Lily and
Staley DruAnnnond got there~at 8
! O'Clock. Shadows danced on the
drawn shades that were lighted
goIdenly from within.
The street outside was filled
with motor cars that moved slowly
IN and down Hike barges through
the blue river OF the dusk.
The minute the door opened to
LET them /. IN the sound Of chatter
and laughter rushed out TO them
in waves. Someone was singing
"When Day Is DOM" in = nasal
soprano, and nobody was listening
] to 1T.
lily caught bits Of sentences a.
she made her way up the stairs to
the dressing room. Were
going to Cuba for q month Just
to get some good liquor Tor .
change 80 Paid three hum
tired dollars for ii ana ali the
beads came Off. $50 4
said, lie you insist upon having
every Sunday off you can't work
in my house. Ny, cook always has
to get Sunday dinner
CTo BE Confined T0m0rroIa
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Quinn on Wednesday and Satur-
day afternoons.
They held their mutual job for
many months, drawing each the
magnificent sum of one dollar and
ten cents per performance. Six
sixty a week for Dolly Quinn.
She saved it all. ~ :
When I get two hundred dol
lars. she told Jerry, which xill be
in thirty weeks and two nights
III quit. But not before. There's
no sense quitting too soon, and
studying just for a little while,
and then having to stop the
classes and go back to work
again. Is.there"
He acknowledged that there was
not. But 1 wish you'd let me
help YOU" he said for the
twentieth time. Just a loan.
Please, Dolly"
And for the twentieth time she
responded, smiling gently, '"You re
dear to want to. Butt couldn't,
Jerry"
No one was to help her. She
would not accept Jerry's assist
ance, nor any mans: and her
only. woman friend capable Of
rendering it lay desperately i'll,
too Ill to remember her. From
one Of her sister Amy's rambling
misspelled letters she had cuIled
the news that Mrs. Wendell had
been thrown from her horse, and
her skull fractured. She was not
expected to live. Dolly shed tears
over that letter-nor were they
tears for art lessons lost.
The theater was the Gotham,
around the corner from Broad
way in the middle Forties, and
the show was a happy compound
Of jazz and laughter and ladies
with legs, entitled Who's Your
Boy-Friepd?" 1t had opened in
September. On the strength of a
famous comedian. a rowdy little
red-haired leading woman, a
naked" curtain, an unusually
symmetrical chorus, a dancing
team born without joints, a press
agent born without conscience,
and three song hits that you
found yourself whistling as you
shaved the next morning, it would
run at least a year and probably
longer.
Dolly Quinn was glad it was a
musical comedy. She thought a.
play would have been intolerable
to watch. night after night.
Spoken lines became monotonous.
The gestures and grimaces that