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CHAPTER 1s

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There were other things about
that tea party Mary remembered
afterward. Small things but sig
nificant.
She had caught glimpse Of a
waiter, a white.faeed, hagEard
person who brought before her
an image of horror-the grfnning
skull at the Emerald.
Out Of a sudden terror she
spoke: Look isn't that the man
who waited for you one night,
the drug-user-"
Danny's head came up with a
jerk and Mary saw again the
shadow Of death in his eyes.
But it was not this she recalled
so sharply: it was the instructive
backward movement of his right
hand. He did carry a gun, then,
and would not hesitate to use 1t.
Over in a second 1t was, for the
waiter proved not to be the man
he feared.
But supposing 1t had been other.
wise; supposing a man had been
shot there with Iris and herself
looking on. Unthinkable what
would follow!
And this made her feel she must
tell her cousin the truth about
Danny Mullins. Someone should
make an effort to stop Iris losing
her head, doing something which
might ruin her whole life.
Yet what Iris had told of herself
had been a revelation Of character
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them there existed as complete
trust as one criminal ever gives
another. Past wrong linked them
and each would defend the other
two provided. of course. his per.
sonal safety were not at stake.
1t was agreed that the expedi-
ent of knocking off Coky was. a
thing to be avoided. There had
been too much gat-tossing Of late
and certain parties in the front
office - p o Ii c 8 headquarters
might use it as an excuse to
come snooping around. But
O'Rourke remembered the ware.
house job, the last in which Coizy
had taken part before Danny
threw him out of the gang. De
hberately he had walked up to
a bound and gagged watchman
and put three bullets through
the man for no reason but gem
eral ugliness.
Leave 'em slip him the collar"
buzzed O'Rourke. It'll give the
office / just found it out. What
he says about us in apple-sauce
after that
Frame him, eh?''
'sEIai When was Colxy Jones q
picture?"
10 Be Continued Tomorrow.)
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GLkaS tie c2pO0NHWNi' Wi'1jaJ2f bGzEp

Mary could only try to understand.
II want to tingle, Mary. | want to
feel all hot ana cold and smuthered
and crushed and caught up into
the clouds?'
Iris had said this, and more. And
there was about her fanatic reck-
lessness which made Mary wonder
just how far she would 20 to sat
isfy such blind. rash desire.
She had said the sort of man one
narries would not be the one to
make her feel those things. Danny
Mullins certainly was not a man
Iris would marry. And IL he had
the ability to sweep Iris so would
she be likely to deny herself be-
cause Of the menace he presented?
Mary had to admit that it semed
waste Of time to talk to her cou-
sin. She would have to find an
other way. Aunt Julia would be
no help and all she could expect
from Uncle Sherwood would be
some drastic action. This would
set up opposition which might be
expected to drive Iris into fresh
audacities. She would have to
wath her chance and do what she
could. Nothing else seemed pos
sible now.
While she was going over this In
her mind, the family was upset by
q furious row. Mary heard loud,
angry voices in the study behind
the library; her uncle's, enraged
and violent: Juniors, goared into
shrili frenzy. Aunt Julia walked
the floor, weeping and wringing
her hands; later she was admitted
to the study and her hysteria made
the confusion more hideous.
You never understood him, she
cried. MY poor boy is not the
vulgar nloney-grubber you would
make him, Sherwood Ring! How
a father can be so unnatural
oh -'
Her maid brought smelling salts
and the din quieted temporarily.
Junior had got into new
scrape involving a great lot of
money, Iris told Mary. Some
time ago his father had forbid
den him to gamble but Junior
could not let cards alone. or any,
thing which promised the thrill
of chance. One of his favorite
pastimes was shooting crap with
the chauffeurs out in the gar
age
Someone had led him into
game the other night--Jim Bur
leigh, probably, who made a liv-
ing at the card table, The game
was crooked, no doubt. but since
Junior was drunk anyway that
made small difference. He had
lost something like five thousand
and signed his fathers name to
a check
His father was all for letting
him take the consequences; he
had practically washed his hands
of the boy. But his mother in
terferred.
Listen" said Iris. with q hard
little smile. The girls were In
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the library and they could hear
it all plainly.
"of course he'll settle down"
Aunt Julia was wailing. You'll
settle down, won't YOU darling
boy? You might get married,
she added as If that disposed Of
all problems.
And Sherwood Rings voice,
fierce with irony: "Oh. quite.
He's already announced himself
willing to marry girl like
Mary" He laughed.
wife.
"oh, come. Julia. Mimi has
something better to expect than
q waster and a thief"
Aunt Julia declared she would
leave the house rather than hear
her son maligned. Mimi in
deed! Jump at a chance to
marry a Ring. I'm sure. A little
Nobody"
''That win do. Julia"
Mary FASTENED out, feeling rather
i'll. What was the matter with
this family? No unity, no ideal
nothing but a vague set OF illu.
sions they spent their days in
pursuing. She struggled with
sudden homesickness, nostalgia
for things that we're real and
fine.
Blessing was moving about her
room, and Mary sent the hover.
ing, anxious woman awav and
began letter to Daddy Bill.
Some way, don't believe your
darling daughters perspective on
life Is going to be made more
salubrious by this visit, OF dear"
she wrote. And while she is not
trying to avoid experience. she
objects to that which hits foul.
kinda, sorta. And she thinks Ii
your Exact Justice does not begin
the job OF evening I'm in this
million-dollar home pretty soon II
will be sunk without a trace.
Such incomprehensible people.
Daddy Bill. A beautiful girl en-
gagged to young man who
doesn't appear to mind in the
least her flirting with whom and
whoever-who seems amused by
it, really. A young man who
would Tllrt, II he could. with his
fiancee's own cousin!
And the girl intending to marry
this man she admits she does mt
love. all the while she is infat.
uated with a crook Yes. my dear
sneaking out to meet the crook
and sirenizing him something
scandalous.
And a, father so busy making
money that he's practically
stranger to his own family. ex.
cepting when he is called in to
discipline his son, whom he does
not like. And the son who can't
do with fifty a week spending
money and all his expenses maid,
Remember the entire month we
lived on SIS?
And mother engaged in the
grim battle of reducing her hips.
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OF one OF his men as well as
member Of the Yorkville Wolves
over In the next territory-such
inconveniences merely spiced up
existence a bit. He had corrod
ing scorn for saps who craved
protection Of the law.
But now there was the matter
of Coky Jones to be disposed OF
on his own. lived by doing little
OF this and or that-po pocket-frisk-
ing, other rat rackets. But pick
ings were poor and he was so far
down that his status was low as a
hole in the ground. A slice of the
bank job would have fixed him
and Danny knew just how his
drug-crazed brain burned with
rage. And how it all was directed
against himself.
Danny had been warned often
enough. Watch out for that
hoppy. spook. He's looking for
you.',
''Yeh?" with the mocking
smile. But that was pure bluff.
The stirbug is the mad dog of
the underworld. A bullet in the
back some night, the lightning
quick rise and fall OF knife
these were what he had to expect.
The Spook took precautions.
The deliberation with which he
left and entered places was ex.
aggerated and he developed q be-
wildering nannerism of dodging
into dOOrways and rounding cor
ners Unexpectedly. Whenever IL
was possible he walked with Tim
Clancy. his slender, sleek figure
over-shadowed by the burly one
Of the cop. He never travelled to
and from his home by the same
route twice in succession and he
got into the house by devious
means-one or the other OF the fire
escapes, the cellar door. even a
window.
Thus one afternoon he Travelled
a wide circuit, bringing'up through
Morningside Park before doubling
back on his tracks and coming
to the Emerald. Some OF the
mob were in the club-room play
ing pool with the relaxed good
nature of able worlSmen on vaca.
\ tion.. They hailed him but he
sat down by himself morosely,
back to the wall.
Clip Corso, newly resplendent in
tight-waisted black and white
checks and a lavender satin tie
approached and began to talk
about Jones.
'Y'' gotta stop that bird, Spook,
It ant only you, it's the gang.
He's fixing T. squeal.
who. Coky? He amt got the
CUTS"
"Y" can't tell about them
snowbirds. Hey, Spike" Corso
waved at the gold teeth. "Come
and tell this fella a lot of things
The three held conference in
low, bittsn-off words spilled from
the corners of tight lips. They
did not trouble to watch each
other over much for between
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NOT 10 uFup Lu0 SldSS QaBSer. Sne
must remember that she might
have to kin somebody!
He was small. bald man, with
. dropping moustache. and beady
brown eyes. She thought swiftly,
Why, he's not much taller than
am, he looks soft" His mouth
twitched nervously, and he kept
running his tongue along his low
or lip. His beady eyes were set
close together. There was
brown suit. He looked evil, but,
too, he looked stupid.
Genevieve's fear gave way to
disgust. Disgust made way for
hope.
Then, suddenly. like an inspira-
tion, 1t occurred to her that, il she
could keep her nerve, even with.
out murder there was way.
The man came into the room,
closed the door, leaned back
against it. He looked at her,
appraisingly.
She must not let him see that
she was frightened!
Well" he said, in a high thin
voice. you look good to me. {
Without taking his eyes off her,
he began to unfasten his necktie.
Al wave OF nausea swept over
her. must try to smile" she
told herself. but her teeth were
chattering. This could never do.
If he guessed at her freight, he
might take advantage OF it, she
might have to murder him. If
she could keep him from guessing,
her pIan-and she suddenly dis
covered that her mind, quite eff
fcrtlessIy, had worked out plan,
In great detail-might work. It
was a horrid. sickening scheme,
but it might, it just possibly might
work.
She would pretend to acquiesce.
She would let him get some Of his
clothes off. Everything depended
on not having him guess that he
filled her with loathing.
She thanked heaven that she
had forgotten to put away the
pillow slip.
Yes" he said. removing his
vest, but not taking his eyes off
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Genevieve Meets aMan With Grey
Eyes Aboard Ship and Finds
Thrills Galore in
New York

youn see how, funny look"
She. had reached behind the
pillow of the bed where she had
stuffed the other torn strips OF
sheeting. Deity pulling one
forth she tied it. making the pill
/. low slip firm about his neck, yet
not tight enough to strangle. The
long free end of the strip she
fastened to the arm which was
doubled part way under him, so
that il ne struggled to free his
arm, it would pull and choke
him.
He was swearing horribly, and
struggling. To quiet him, she
said, II have a weapon, feel
this And she pricked his arm
lightly with the point OF the
glass. He screamed, but she out
screamed him. They're expect
ing me to scream. and IL you're
not quiet, I'll have to kill you.
If you are quiet nothing will
happen to you. I'm going to
escape in your clothes that's all.
Now I'll finish undressing you.
She shuddered as she said this.
She wondered IL she could do it,
in the glaring light of the room.
Then it occurred to her that she
could put out the light by throw
ing his shoe at it. She might
fail, and yet there would be moth
ing lost by trying. She aimed
the shoe, it hit the bulb, and
crashed 1t. The dim light Of the
room gave her courage. Her
hands stopped trembling.
Keeping up q chatter Of she
knew not what, screaming every
time he made cny outcry, and
sometimes in between, for good
measure, she managed to get his
outer clothes off and onto herself.
She thanked heaven he was not a
large man. BY tearing off part
of her lovely negIigee, she could
keep the rest on. under his things,
thereby protecting her body from
direct contact with anything he
had worn Her feet wobbled in his
shoes. But no matter. She
jammed his hat down over her
head, she tied an extra knot in
the strip of sheeting that en-
tangled his. legs, and then she was
ready to leave. She said, backing
away from him, as he lay writhing
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something over on me. y

provements." And then, he added,
rather suspiciousIy, Say, Madame
Julien put something over on
me--or else"
Maybe" said Genevieve. may
be l put something over on her"
"Hey. hey. hey" He laughed a
horrid laugh.
She took off one shoe. He
leaned over as IL to kiss her.
"Oh, not yet" she said drawing
back, her hand clutching tight
hold of the glass dagger. He
laughed again, and she went on,
unfastening the other shoe. 1t
was slow and difficult, for she
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"Oh, well. it's all in a lifetime"
she said.
He grinned. His grin made his
face horribly revolving. That's
the way to take it," he said.
Trying to conceal her bathing,
trying not to tremble. she came
out from behind her chair. Then
she pushed 1t towards him. Here's
something to put your clothes
on" she said, and turned it so
that it faced away from the bed.
"Or, better STILL" she continued.
"you sit down on it, and III
take your shoes off"
We'll, well. all the latest Inn
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would not for a moment let her
weapon out OF her hand.
She had the other shoe half off
his foot. when she started, feign.
ing alarm. What was that?"
she asked. suddenly.
''What?" he asked. catching
some OF her alarm.
AT the window.
He turned to look. In an
instant she had entangled the
strip of torn sheet about his
ankles, had jumped up, and
thrown the pillow slip over his
head
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The stomach nerves are over.stim-
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AllSali kills acid instantly. Ths
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Take a spoonful in water and your
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an1 cursing, Nov, II you make =
sound as open the door, I'll throw
my dagger at you. / know just
where your eyes are, under the
pillow slip. And l used to be-
she invented-"I used to be a jave-
lin thrower in the circus" :
Slowly she backed to the door,
fearing he might now leap to his
feet and somehow disentangle him.
self. Suppose he had been wait.
ing for just this moment to spring.
"Javelin thrower," she repeated.
You saw how I put the light out"
Cropping behind her with her left
hand, she tried the door, for it oc-
CURED to her that it might be
locked. But TO, luck was with
her, for the moment. The door
opened quite easily. She slipped
out.
Her heart began once more to
beat painfully, as she realized that
she was out of the room. The hall,
thank heavens. was for the mo-
ment empty. There was the key
in the outside of the door. She
turned it, locking him in, and put
it in her pocket.
She held her breath, creeping
stealthily down the stairs, fearing
every moment that a door might
open, that she might be discovered,
1FC1r1RfOn rrr0Ff1d hn
through at once. She clutched her
glass dagger tighter than ever.
Suddenly, just az she gained
the ground floor, the door of the
parior did open. But in flash
she darted by it, opened the door
into the vestibule. At the outer
door she was delayed half sec
ond, because she needed both
hands to turn the lock. But abe
got out into the clear night air,
ran, indeed almost fell, down the
steps, and then, hearing Madame
Julien's voice, dude, Dude, some
one sneaked out, chase HIM" she
turned and fled as fast az her
legs would carry her. Half way
down the block, she looked back,
and saw that the Dude was after
her. The clumsy shoes she wore
impeded her speed. He was gain
ing on her. But she reached the
corner, turned 1t sharply, and
bumped at full speed, into another
man. LET me gop' she screamed.
And then both the, man and her.
self exclaimed together, "You!'
1t was the man with gray eyes.
But before another word could
be said the Dude came round
the corner, stopped dead Etili,
turned and disappeared. At the
same moment . policeman ap-
peared from the other direction.
Catch him, catch hirn!" Gem
evieve shouted.
The policeman started at her.
looked her up and down.
why don't you move, don't
stand there like q bump on .
log-Ile's q thief. he's worseY'
Think you can throw me OF
the scent, Do you. Here, you
two" He caught hold Of her
wrist with his left hand. And
turned to the man with gray eyes.
who said. ''I really think the
girls all right"
You do, do you! Look at this.
The gray eyes looked into the
muzzle OF an automatic.
Now you can put on the
bracelets and come along peace
full, or you can have . dose Of
lead"
''But he hasn't got anything TO
do with 1t, cried Genevieve. And
you're letting the criminal es-
capeF'
Yeah? Well, baby-eyes, we'll
take a little trip to the police
station and you and the bcy-
friend can tell US your bedtime
story on the way"
Copyright. 1898. BY King Eeaturea
Syndicate, Inc.)
Who is the Man with GREY
Eyes? Read Runaway" on this
page tomorrow.
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''This Is just joke" she said.
"Wait, I'll help you"
He started to his feet, tripped
and fell.
i've fallen on my bad arm"
he said. Then, angry, What do
you mean a. joke? Damn you"
The news that he had a bad
arm gave Genevieve a wave of
confidence and strength.
Let me attend to this pillow
slip first" she said laughing.
You look funny" The longer
she could keep him in doubt, the
better.
when get my arm free,
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her. you're all they cracked you
up to be-so far"
She laughed aloud, trying to
make her voice coarse and harsh.
A sort of hysteria helped her.
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Eighteen. Year.Old American Girl
Escapes From Paris Chaperone
and Has Her Fling at .
Freedom
The Story Thus Far:

PRETTY GENEVIEVE SMITH, gently-bred heiress to
American millions reaches her eighteenth birthday rebel
ling against the sheltering of Cousin agatha" and
European ultra erctusiUe girls schools Exchanging her
owm elegant attire for cheap clothes and sGw suitcase
she the Atlantic By steerage, seeking thrills On
the boat she IS attracted to handsome yonng man tth
grey egcs. In NeU York tGT-drtVer takes her for
ride and conspes a0th underworld characters to trap
her. In the house of MADAM Julien she IS drgged
and apukens prisoner IN barred bedroom Wtth only
neggee left her. From Uords spoken outside she realizes
she is IN the hands of White SLAVE ring She rouses her
courdqe forms plan of defense Oith dGggerke silver
Of glass from broken 1indoao and Gkey turns In the
door lock- Geneveve resoves to do murder to saUe herself
NOD Continue.
CHAPTER "
FELLOWSHIP
~ TANDING behind the chair, waiting with chuggng
- heart Geneveve repeated to herself, II must keep
- nv head" It seemed long until she heard the key
inserted the lock- she had time to wonder what
she should do she had matter how, gained the
hall Time enough then. But whatever happened, she
must not drop the piece of glass.
She startled and blinded for before the door opened
the light in her had been turned She blinked
again There thing she had forgotten to put
Over the foot of the bed the pillow slip, and strip
Of sheeting
But it too late She could only hope that he
would not notice fhem--whoever he
The knob turning, the door opening Her mouth
went dry She tried to still the shaking which made it hard
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This Day in Our History

On January 1777 Princeton fought
the Colonial forces General Washington and the British
forces under General Corvallis decisive victory
the Colonas
The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1929-05-29
May 29-June 5-12
CITATION FOR HEARING ON
FINAL ACCOUNT AND FOR
DISTRIBUTION.

Estate of Warren w. Dennis, Sr.
State Of Minnesota, County of Red
wood, SIS. IN PROBATE COURT.
In the Matter of the Estate of War
rem W. Dennis, Sr., Decedent.
The State of Minnesota to all per-
sons interested in the final account
and distribution of the estate of said
decedent: The representative of the
above named decedent, having filed
in this court his final account of the
administration of the estate of said
decedent together with his petition
praying for the adjustment and allow
ance of said final account and for dis
tribution of the residue of said estate
to the persons thereunto entitled.
THEREFORE, YOU, AND EACH
OF YOU, are hereby cited and re-
quired to show cause, if any you have,
before this court at the Probate Court
Rooms in the Court House in the City
of Redwood Falls, in the County of
Redwood, State of Minnesota on the
1st day of July, 1929, at 10 o'clock
a. M, why said petition should not
be granted.
Witness, the Judge of said Court,
and the Seal of said Court, this 22nd
day of May, 1929.
A. r. A. LAUDON,
Probate Judge.
A. C. Dolliff,
Attorney for Petitioner.
COURT SEAL) 47-3ts
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May 15-22-29
CITATION ON HEARING ON PET
ITION FOR PROBATE OF WILL.


CITATION ON HEARING ON PET
ITION FOR PROBATE OF WILL.
Estate of Emil Borg.
State of Minnesota, County of Red
wood, IS. In Probate Court.
In the Matter of the Estate Of
Emil Borg, Decedent.
The State of Minnesota to all per-
sons interested in the allowance and
probate of the will of said decedent;
The petition of John L. Borg being
duly filed in this court, representing
that Emil Borg, then a resident of
the County of Redwood, State of
Minnesota, died on the 9Th day of
of May, 1929, leaving a last will and
testament which is presented to this
court with said petition, and praying
that said instrument be allowed as
the last will and testament of said
decedent, and that letters testament
airy be issued to John L. Borg.
THEREFORE YOU, AND EACH
OF YOU, are hereby cited and re-
quired to show cause, if any you
have, before this court at the Pro-
bate Court Room in the Court House
in the city of Redwood Falls, in the
County of Redwood, State of Mime
sofa, on the LIST day of July, 1929, at
1000 o'clock A. M, why the prayer
of said petition should not be granted.
Witness, the honorable A. R. A.
Laudon, Judge of said court, and the
seal of said court, this 18th day of
May, 1929.
A R. A. LAUDON,
Judge.
Clague and Barnes,
Attorneys for Petitioner.
court SeaD 45-3ts.
The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1929-05-29
SLEEPY EYE MUSIC DIRECTOR
TAKES BROOKINGS POSITION

Prof. C. E. Franklin of Sleepy Eye
well known throughout southern Min
nesota because of his work in music,
has accepted a position as head of
the music department in the Brook
ings, S. D., high school and will take
up his work in that city this fall.
For the past six years Prof. Frank
lin has had charge of the music in
the public school at Sleepy Eye and
has virtually built up the department
there, as it occupied but small place
in the schedule when he took charge.
Under his direction the school bands,
soloists, orchestras, etc., have won
many prizes and high honors in dis
trict and state contests.