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SMITH AND COOLIDGE
JOIN IN PHILANTHROPY
Ex-Governor and Former President
to Work With Rosenwald
in Labor of Love-"

NEW YORK. october 1.-THE New
York World to-day says that former
President Calvin Coolidge and former
Gov. Alfred E. Smith are united with
Julius Rosenwald, Chicago philan-
thropist in what Mr.. Smith described
yesterday as labor of love-"
They have been quietly at work for
several weeks evolving n plan for the
use of the $4,000, 900 fortune of Conrad
Hubert, electric f1ashlight inventor, who
died last March and left huge trust
fund of three-fourths Of his residuary
estate.
His instructions were that it be adj
ministered to benevolent institutions for
the benefit of humanity by Protestant,
a Jew and a Catholic.
Former Gov. Smith was displeased
when he learned that the purpose of
the lunches and conferences of himself
and his associates at the Bankers Club
had been disclosed.
This is labor of love for us three
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CLAIMS MAYAN FIND.

MEXICO CITY, October II (P).-Al-
varo Moreno Irabien, Yucatan explorer
yesterday declared that Magyar ruins ex
plored by Col. Charles A. Lindbergh on
recent flights over Yucatan, Quintana
Roo and British Honduras were first
discovered by exploring parties in which
he participated In the years 1921, 1922
and 1923.
The explorers claim was contained in
letters which he forwarded to President
Portes Gil and to the local newspapers.
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"LIFER" DIES IN CELL
WITHOUT Barring STORY
Judge Refused His Guilty Plea and
State Tried to Prove Him
Innocent.

BY the Associated Press.
JOLIET, Ill. october 17.-Death
yesterday closed the strange story of a
man, known only as Harry Deyo," be-
lieved to have been veteran, who was
convicted and sentenced to life impris-
onment for murder after the State once
had sought to prove him innocent.
Deyo was accused Of Staying Harry j.
Wemett, a sales manager, who was
found dead in his apartment. The To-
cation of Wemett's wounds, however,
and the fact that he was short in his
accounts led the States attorneys Of
flee to believe it was suicide. Deyo later
confessed, saying it was the "easiest
way" but Judge Michael Mckinley re-
fused to sentence him on guilty plea
He then was convicted by a jury.
Even on his deathbed, after serving
six years in prison, Deyo refused to re-
veal his identity.
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Mounties Score Again.

TORONTO, october II P).-Chalk
UP another for the boys who always
get their man. For nine years Alexander
.Kuszli has been sought for a murder
in Australia, having escaped after In
position of 20-year sentence. Two OF
the Royal Canadian Mounted Police
nabbed him in a restaurant here. j
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Friends. Though Divorced.

NEW YORK, october II (P).-Mrs.
Gloria Gould Bishop and her former
husband are still good friends, though
he married another after their Reno
divorce. Hes very sweet" she am
plified on her return from abroad,
though disappointed that he did not
meet her at the pier, as she asked
by radio.
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LIGHT-O-M ATIC
TUNING
FLASH!

Many improvements that are
the latest word in science are
embodied in this splendid new
set-a radio that is truly
worthy of the great name it
bears.
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New Distributing Center.

Antwerp, once in the swirl Of the
World War conflict, has become no less
an active center In peace time. 1t is
rapidly developing as a distributing
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and we have spent our time working
on it." the World quotes him as saying.
He added that the three would make
an announcement soon.
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} was the matter with Junior?
Later she heard the boy and
his sister quarreling furiously.
i CHAPTER 20
Aunt Julia intended returning
to the city Monday but there was
all the hubbub of moving to be
repeated. Rooms to be aired and
closed; furniture to be covered
and left standing like ghosts in
pale shrouds: calls to be made
hastily: servants tumbling over
themselves in a mad panic 10
carry out dozens of orders at
once.
Never see the beat" Blessing
complained. You'd suppos
she" her voice always was dis
approving when she mentioned
Aunt Julia. would learn bet
ter"
I'VE can't all be alike, dear.
And Wen have another day here.
expect you'll be glad to get
back to Michigan, Blessing"
Indeed. And a good thing for
you, looking that peaked"
Mary. who was helping the
older woman pack her bags,
crossed to the mirror and gave
her reflection a long look. She
had lost weight; the lines of her
figure were not SO sturdy now
and there was more Of a plianCy
about her-rather suggestion
Of her cousins limpid grace.
And 6pSnitn thoSn anIIn1a nf
weeks in the open her skin had
faded from rich bronze to a
creamy tint. 1t was attractive,
she realized; even the faint
shadows under her eyes lent a
dream look.
I'm almost prettyw she cried.
Think of that, you old sweet.
Mary Smith pretty"
And who says you're not?"
br1dled the other. Not that
scrawny baggage with her uppity
ways! Pretty indeed! There's
none in this house can compare
with you. lamb. Now you run
along" she went on more mildly.
III not have you underfoot."
Mary laughed and strolled out
on the upstairs Veranda, where
she sat In a great golden bath
Of sunlight with a pleasant glow
at her heart. The consciousness
of beauty in herse1f-she never
had felt that before. Of course,
there were some back home who
called Mary Smith pretty and at
college she had been voted one
of the three most attractive girls
in her class.
But always she thought Of her
appearance only to compare it
with the pale, fairy delicacy she
idealized and she sighed more
often than not over her short.
comings.
Now, however, 1t was beginning
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/, often practised when she wished
to draw attention. She would
swim under the surface till every
one was in a panic; then she
would rise. laughing, and do it
all over again.
Showing off," Mary repeated
and glanced toward Mystery
Place. Mullins had tossed his
book aside and was standing up.
"She'H have him down there in
a minute. | never" she MINI
micked Blessings disapproval,
"see the beat"
The green cap reappeared, far
out, and bobbed on the little ruff
fled waves. But Mullins did not
sit down again. Either he still
was afraid for Iris or he liked to
look at her, even from that dis
lance. She had turned over on
her back and was padding lazily,
off the beach at Mystery Place
Almost before it happened.
Mary knew it would: A flash of
white arms thrown high, a
scream piercing the soft air "
Mary sprang to her feet, echo.
ing the cry. and threw herself
against the railing. She had a
wild notion of scrambling down,
flying over the ground. calling
help
No need Of that. The boy who
had watched was half way to the
beach, sliding out Of his coat as
he ran, tearing away his collar.
He kicked off his shoes with the
eccentric movement Of a dancer
and was in the lake. Mary held
her breath till he staggered up
the sand, holding a sketchily
green.clad figure in his arms. 1t
looked very limp.
She did climb the railing then,
slipping down matted ivy, landing
on her feet with q small jar.
Do something-get to the boat.
house-find the brandy in the
medicine cabinet there
But she did not go to the
boathouse. Time to think in the
first hundred yards she covered.
Iris could swim like a fish; she
was a strong, sure swimmer as
much at home in the water as
on the ground, but the lake was
warm; in this case it was wholly
unlikely.
II said she'd have him down
there in a minute. And didn't
she? I ask you! All right, Miss
Nosy Fix.it, tune out. On the
wrong wave length, you are"
She went back to the veranda
ard autumn dusk had fallen when
two came up the path from the
lake, walking very close. They
talked in low tones and loitered
at the door of the summer house
before they separated,
Iris said nothing about her ad.
venture, but her eyes were lunlin.
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sidered a pocket possession Of the
Sheedy organization. But the
district leaders looked pop-eyed
at the turnout of voters. They
knew their dependables and
these hundreds on hand at the
opening of the polls were not
their dependables.
On to the other polling places
went Claiming in his auto and
new crowds surged about his
car and were left in long queues
before the polling places where
they had registered to vote.
All over the city, as the morn
ing and early afternoon wore on,
the scene was repeated. Here
and there alarmed Sheedy work.
ers sent out distress calls for
Nick Bruzzi's army of reinforce
ments.
But new development fol
lowed. From all over the city
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and, since they had come home by
another road, presumed they had
not yet returned. He had ventured
out then, quite sure of not meeting
Iris. She wondered If -ris had seen
him; the bit of lake where he
stood was not in range of her
cousins windows.
But a moment later she spied
a flutter among the shrubs, q
skirt caught By the breeze and
whipped gaily around a slender
figure. Iris had indeed seen and
she was going down there
Mary watched with an odd lit
the surge of excitiment. Iris
was lost for a moment behind
sonre evergreens; then she came
out on the sand, all vivid grace,
moving with a bright confidence.
Mullins faced her; Mary could
imagine the look in his eyes, the
still alteration.
the way he stood; it was almost
as if he had braced himself
against the soft, feminine allure
swiftly approaching.
1t stopped Iris; she stood a lit
tie way from him and Mary saw
her shoulders move in the shrug
she so we'll knew. The man
talked, made a gesture as if he
were pushing something away.
Then the girl went closer and
slipped her hand in his.
He looked down. lifted the
small hand and stared at it. But
he dropped it suddenly and
turned. moving away without a
backward glance. Iris looked
after him; Mary thought she
called but he did not answer.
Then she came up the lawn to.
ward the house. her face scarlet.
Sherwood Ring and Junior ar.
rived Friday for the weekend.
The boy had grown thinner in the
short time since his cousin had
seen him and his face had set in
bitter lines. Mary suspected he
had been drinking a great deal
and he never was without a
cigarette pasted to his under lip.
Almost at once he took her
aside. Iris been seeing any of
those crooks?" he asked, jerking
his head in the direction of
Mystery Place.
You knew. them"
Rather! Has she? May as
Well tell me; I'll find out any.
way
I'll not tell you, Junior, and
you mustn't speak this way"
Sorry. Mimi. Only wanted to
know. Have a talk with her.
Thought you were interested"
1t was natural>he should wish
to look for his sister. DO speak
to her. don't think she's very
happy these days"
"Ri=ht,o." Something slv in
his glance she thought, What
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wish immediate marriage with this
man she did not love?
Was she afraid Of someone she
did love--changes such q love
might work in her life, in herself?
What actually lay between Iris and
Danny Mullins?
Mary's passive dislike for Sned.
den became active after that but
she sought no means Of express
ing it, merely keeping out Of
his way. This was easy enough.
for Iris plunged into feverish
gayety. Night after night she
failed to appear at the dinner
table and morning after morning
Mary met her coming in as she
was going out for her walk be-
fore breakfast. The fair girl
scintillated with a fittul bright
ness, she thought, like q flame
that consumes itself.
In the meantime Mary read less
about the cleanup. News &C.
counts were moved from the
tops Of front pages to bottoms Of
inside columns and there were
no more editorials. open letters
to city officials, statements by
prominent citizens. New York
was clean now as ever it would
be. 1t occurred to her for the
first time to wonder what Danny
Mullins and his friends would do.
CTO Be Continued Monday
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, show Of affection and she did not
do it again. Still she seemed
changed a little; she was more
restless, on trigger edge, and she
had the air Of constantly waiting.
What would she wait for?
Word from Danny Mullins? That,
Mary was sure, did not come.
She guessed he still was in the
country and. the temptation of
Iris presence removed, would
drop back into his determination
to avoid her. Did Iris, too, be-
lieve this and fear it?
Days loitered by uneventfully.
Cosmo Snedden came and went,
debonnairely as always. treating
Iris with a sort of hooking
affection.
And one afternoon they re-
turned from a matinee and came
into the library and closed the
door.
Mary had thrown herself down
to read upon a divan at one end
of the long, shadowy room but
the book had slipped from her
hand and she had fallen asleep.
Their voices awakened her now
and she sat up, startled. The
back of the divan was an effec-
tive screen and she realized.
when Iris began to sob, that
she could not make her presence
known without causing needless
embarrassment.
"Why?" Iris demanded. What
do a few months matter? I'm
ready, Cosmo-settle down"
He answered with no show of
feeling. You're just bored, old
girl. No rush. Flattered, of
course, but Rotten time
to go abroad"
"Oh, let's forget the wedding
trip! What do care about trail
ing around over there? Go down
to the Municipal Building. just us
two-can't we? l want it, Cosmo,
truly. Right now"
You want tbat?" His tone was
fncredulous. VA fine story for the
newspapers! Next June, Iris.
Everything planned"
emit then -" A rising note of
hysteria In her voice. Mary
squirmed and wished she were any
where else. Horrible to have to
listen to this. That SNUG play
boy
What do you mean by that?"
he inquired suavely.
Iris gulped and controlled her
self. She answered, listlessly
Nothing. I won't bother you
again. It's all right"
He was satisfied with that, but
Mary was not. She had sensed
sort of surrender behind her cou-
sins words. What was II Iris
feared sufficiently to make her
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GUS. The strange inner excitement
had taken possession of her again.
CHAPTER 80
They went back to town the
next day.
And high time," Aunt Julia de-
clared, glancing at the country
with distaste. 1t had turned cold
overnight and rains had come and
now a dun, cherries sky lay al
most upon the earth and all the
bright leaves hung in a damp de-
lection. like evening dresses after
a riotOus night.
Despite Ram and the hysterical
attentions of Celestine, her maid,
Aunt Julia had discovered the be.
ginning of a second chin and her
mood was one of indignant pro-
test.
Il sent that fellow packing"
she explained for the dozenth
time, land you've never heard
such insolence. Had the effrontery
to call me middle-aged"
aren't you, Mother?"
Aunt Julia gave her daughter a
whitening look and settled back in
a brooding silence. She did not
speak again until they were home
and then Mary heard her direct
ing Celestine to call a Swedish
masseuse.
Iris, however, seemed oblivious
of raw winds and grayness. She,
too, was untalkative but her re-
serve was that Of one who gloats
over a secret. She was flushed
and eager and her eyes were like
mirrors which have caught the
sun.
Mary speculated upon what had
happened in the boathouse, tried
to guess at what new. astonishing
understanding had come about be-
tween this girl and the gangster.
But she could make nothing Of 1t,
and felt only vague premonitlon
that tragedy lurked ahead.
There was a letter from Daddy
Bill waiting at the house. He
wished her to spend a little time
at the home of old friends on
Long Island. simple. kindly folk
who would be restful after the
ultra-modern Rings. She found
an invitation from the woman,
a Mrs. Stanforth. sweetly infor.
mai. and was inclined to accept
it at once.
But Iris, when she heard Of
the plan, begged her cousin to
wait Even a few days. Mimi.
Don't leave me now. You're the
only one around here who even
tries to understand me. I'll be
desolate when you 60"
why, Iris dear! I didn't
think" Surprised and touched.
Mary saw that her cousin was
sincere and promised to put off
her departure for week.
1t was unlike Iris to make any
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, to dawn upon her that she might
be a type as we'll as Iris, perhaps
with charm of a sort. Not beau
tiful like Iris. of course, but some
might like her. Even Prince
Charming coming some Gay from
far away
She dreamed awhile, smiling.
Another summer day in autumn
this was, with the sweet, pungent
odor Of falling leaves in the air
and gentle breeze stirring, trim
ming the lake with shallow ruff
files. Bathers We're out on all
the beaches and Mary lazily
asked herself if she should find
Iris and ask her to swim.
But Iris had thought of it first.
She was stepping out of the boat
house where the dressing rooms
were, looking like a sprite in her
green costume, and she was going
into the water alone.
Not very sociable," Mary told
herself. she might have let
me know. Unless
"A quick suspicion made her
scrutinize Mystery Place. From
her position at the northeast cor
ner of the house she commanded
a fairly clear view of the entire
grounds and they seemed as de.
serted as ever. She had not
caught a glimpse of Danny Null.
Inns after he left Iris so uncere-
moniously on the beach and she
was quite sure her cousin had
not seen him either. Evidently
ne was sincere in his resolve
to keep out Of her way.
Mary looked toward the garage
now. picked out the corner where
they had found him reading the
day he had tried to break his
date. He was there; she saw
him quite plainly. He held a
book in his hand but was not
reading. His barred head, flam.
ing in the sun. was lifted; he
was watching the girl who
poised daintily on the spring.
board above the lake.
Did Iris know? Intuition told
Mary she did and that il was
the reason for her solitary din
But not by so much as a glance
did she give any sign. Her in.
difference would have deceived
anyone less sure of what went
on in that beautiful head than
her cousin was.
Like having a front seat at
some absorbing drama, Mary "a.
Elected; sitting here, knowins
what she did. watching this new
move Iris was making. That II
was a move she never doubtad.
Iris had not given I'D.
The girl on the spring.board
dove. describing a lon~ c,.ean
parabola, infinitely fascinst;nv
she dld not come up at once.
Showing Off" Mary ,oiS han-
SELF. 1t was an old trick lria
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Thrills" Iris laughed and
shrugged. Same reason I stir up
the animals 1 supposed course
you were right, Mimi: I've done
all the chasing. But he hasn't
seemed to mind, has he?
"People think having a lot of
money gets you anything you
want but it isn't so-not by a lot.
Being a society girl isn't any fun,
really. Meeting certain people, al
ways the same ones, doing certain
things in a certain way-always
the same-I've thought I'd like to
get job-do something-anything
to kill monotony. Mother wouldn't
stand for it. though.
II suppose you think me hate
full, but honestly, I'm bored to
death"
But there are things you could
do" Mary suggested. Work for
poor children, maybe, or hospi-
tails"
TOO selfish. Only thing 1 get
a kick out of is excitement. Oh,
we'll"
I'm sorry, dear" And Mary
meant it. For all she possessed,
the girl who sat so jauntily at the
driving wheel was destitute indeed.
So stripped of resource that she
must dip into the underworld and
hunt out danger to make life toler-
able. If there had been a lurking
bit of envy in Mary's heart it was
gone now; Iris had nothing she
wished for herself.
: That afternoon Mary saw from
her window a CLINT of red on the
beach--a tall form at the waters
edge. She concluded that Danny
Mullins had seen them drive, north
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long harbored in their hearts a
clubbing spree that disturbed
though not unduly-even the lead
ers of the Citizens League.
BY 8 in the afternoon the news
papers came out with new sensa-
ton. Nick Bruzzi and his chief
lieutenants were under arrest.
The charge was the bombing Of
Gene Channing's house and the at
tempted murder of Gene Charming
himself.
And Molly Balm, "a member Of
Nick Bruzzi's mob" was under
arrest for firing the shot that had
wounded Gene Charming.
BY late afternoon the voting ma
chimes had little to do. The vote
a staggering one for numbers-was
practically all in. And newspapers
did not wait for the actual count
before setting up their election
extras,
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By Joseph Gollomb
Armed Gangsters and Citizens
League Leader Clash in
Crooks Heaven" for
Victory At Polls

the new district attorney presented
her as a witness for the prosecu-
ton. 1t was q foregone conclu-
sion that her testimony would
place Nick Bruzzi well in the
shadow of the electric chair.
Then Gene Charming was called
to describe what happened when
Molly Balm shot him.
1T was Miss Balm who had fur
nished me with the confidential
information l used during the cam
paign," Gene Claiming testified.
80 that when she came to my
house on the morning of election
| had no reason to dlstrust her.
when we were alone in the liv-
ing room she asked to be allowed
to pull up the shades. She did so.
Then she turned to me with an
expression of fury on her face. But
what she said was not in keeping
with her expression.
''She told me that we were being
watched from house across the
street: that Nick Bruzzi had placed
four bombs in the house. which
would go off if she was not seen
to shoot me. She told me that our
only chance of escape from them
, was to let her fire.
81 am an excellent shot. Mr..
Channing.' she said, but looked as
il she would like to shoot me
through the heart. 4 will drill YOU
through the left shoulder. Clap
your hand over your heart as If
had shot you there. Drop to the
floor and lie still. 1t is our only
hope for escapes!
Il hau no choice but to accept
her story. She could have shot me
through the heart If she wanted to.
I am convinced Of that--if nothing
else-by the fact that it was so
perfectly the shot she said she
would make"
Molly Balm vanished from the
Big Burg the moment she was no
longer needed at the trial; and the
jury's verdict made her presence in
the Big Burg no longer needed by
the prosecution. For Nick Bruzzi
and his chief lieutenants passed
into the grim shadow Of the Death
House and beyond.
But in southern France the fol-
lowing spring, Molly Balm, under
the chaperonage of Gene Chan
ning's mother and sister, waited
for Gene Claiming to join them.
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Syndicate, Inc.)
THE END
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came news Of the epidemic of
good citizens swarming out to
vote. And Police Commissioner
Higgins began to hear of club
bling going on all over the city
violence not by Nick Bruzzi's
army but against them.
For by the afternoon it became
more than evident that Sam
Sheedy's ship was being swamped
by a tidal wave. Commissioner
Higgins and Sheedy held hurried
conferences and issued orders to
their army of bluecoats.
The orders were obeyed--after
fashion. But city hall saw a hand
writing on the wall. And the rank
and file of police, knowing that
Commissioner Huggins and Sam
Sheedy would not for long retain
the power to discipline those who
did not favor Nick BruZzi's army,
went gladly on the spree they had
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opened Gene Charming, his left
shoulder and arm in bandages
and splints, stood in a slowly
rolling cab that made its way
through the main arteries of the
First Ward. A sea of men and
women surrounded the taxi,
pressing in on it but not in it's
way.
There was no cheering on
their part, no speeches from him.
Indeed, for a crowd at high ten.
sion, as they were, the silence
was remarkable. Simply it was
a crowd on the march behind it's
leader.
Before the first election dis.
trict polling place several hun
dred men and women detached
themselves and formed in line.
They remained there waiting to
vote.
The district was ordinarily con-