New Britain herald., 1928-03-02

men had not made their discoveries h. would have nothing. What do YOU think about ite The law gives q person possessing even a tax title to piece Of property the right 10 sell any products from that prop erty-timber, oil. ore, or anything else. Do you think these men did wrong in selling that ore and taking their profits, even though they have set the one-fourth share aside for the lost soldlero"
 The sister considered the matter from its various angles and persprc- lives. as outlined by Jack stuart, Finally she gave voice to her find ings.
 T cannot Sre,' she said. speaking slowly. as If weighing her words, that any wrong has been done any person. Ii. aS you say, the property would hay, continued to be worth less without the discoveries of these men, then this unlocated soldier Tn reality owned nothing of value. It was only by the discoveries made that the property acquired value. l would say the soldier, if lie is found and his share given him. should consider himself lucky. Thp others might have kept the whole"
 Impulsively, Jack stuart caught the nuns hand. and, with a gesture @ bit theatrical, perhaps, even though unintentional. he bent his head and kissed it.
 Thank you, Sister Monica,' h. said, a very perceptible tremor dis cernible in his voice. you have an- swered my question perfectly, and at tn same time taken load of worry from my mina.'
 He made no offer of taking her any further into his confidence, and after little more talk he bade her good day and went to ind Jill. Sis ter Monica, he had occasion to re- call later in the day, mentioned desire to see the little brook at the bottom of the vale. Little did either imagine the tragic circumstances under which they were neXtrto meet.
 Jack found Jill talking with Ann McGuffy. He observed that his wife was wearing a new gown, beautiful golden brown creation, particularly suitable to her ripe olive complexion. She was radiant with health, and the knowledge of her own good looks. II er slim ankles incased in sheer silk hosiery to perfect fit, were notca- hle contrast to the thick ankles of the unsmiling Amlty Smy'he, who stood nearby Jack felt a thrill of pride in the possession of his attrac- tive wife. Then the music box tones of Mike Sweeneys voice struck on his ear in the ones syllable ejacula- tion: \
 Jack"
 He turned around. first to observe the alluring Mike in shimmery white silk and orange. Then his gaze shifted.
 | Vaguely, inlistinctly, sounded the words of an introduction: Jack this is an acquaintance of mine from Chicago, Juanita Ravelle.' | He was looking into liquid depths oI inky blackncss, through which amber rays glinted, flashed and gloWed. Black eyes-hypnotic eyes that caught the gaze, intriguing it for a fleeting instant.
 Suddenly his brain cleared, the thread of thought, tangled momen- tarily, became taut. the machinery functioncd again. And so, now shes here for long vislt.' Mike was saying. in her quick, staccato tones. His readjusted faculties coordinated, and he envisioned Nita Ravelle mi nutely.
 "Dangerous," was the label of Jacks first sub conscious impression of the Ravelle personality Danger ous-but deyilishly fascinating. Beautiful she was. nq'cstionably- seductively beautiful and alluring. She seemed, in fact, well equipped with all the requisites of a movie vampire.
 i've got some delicious golden canteloupe on icc,' went on Mike. when the introductory formalities were over Suppose We go insidc?'
 suits me- said Jack. and noted with satisfaction that Nita Ravelle nodded her approval of the move. They rounded up Jill and Ann Me Gutfy, Billie Browne, Tony and a newcomer whom Tony introduced as Professor Francois Le Tartc. a teacher of dancing, recently from Pittsburgh, and formerly of New York. The professor. Tony informed them, had rented tn" NoSberg hal in Ellison and expected soon to form dancing club.