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He paused. sat down, then vent on, more sobeF1y. "You'll love Frisco, my doar. was thinking of Miss Hart. She's been my right hand hero, an0 I'd much prefer having her in my office to Bonio ono who ig unfamii,ar with this work" He looked gtudiedly at his gecro- tary. ''If your expenses were paid, would you consider going to CaIi- fornia T
 Miss Hart glanced at Mru Digby. Mrs Digby'g eyes were calmly fonrs less, and in thot swift second tho secretary know that, if she accept cd the offer, the wife of Bruce
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bright young woman, Miss Hart
 I'm sure my huBbnnd would have to R0 q long ways before finding
 another secretary aS competent ai
 you"
 "WouId 2" asked Miss Hart. Mrs Digby aCddod. Not will, J
 she said. "f have no intention oi
 forcing you from your presont pos
 sition. I'm something of c fatoiiBt, can evon understand your feel.
 ings; you arc in love with the man
 because ho Is apparently so unnt-
 tninabio. think l felt that way,
 too. Bruce's mind was always miles away" she laughed lightly.
 "Then, when he apologIzos, you
 want to throw your arms around him and ent him"
 Miss Hart allowed her eyes to
 stare th0ughfuIly out the window.
 She was beginning to see tho
 bhendth Of the stone wall she was up against. Shc mad, naturally onough--Finee that is the accepted | pattern---bicturod Mrs Digby as tho usual gadabott, cxtrayagant and
 hecdIesS parasite who has no real love for her husband, but who iay- ishes kisses whenever necessary in return for c free hand on tho fam. | fly check-boo ft began to look as though thor6 was another type Of business mons wives. bho cons | sider0d strategic retreat, turning over in her. mind with what de-
 gree of honesty she might doftly erase the traces of her cunning,
 when. in n flush of pain that made hor pulses pound, she realized that ahA ALA iA0a tfWlgnn nlnhu and fhni gho loved him mucn more than she had imagined.
 She faced Mrs Digby. q had no
 idon you would be such m honest person she admitted. "You mako mo feel quite small. 1 am rather fond Of Mir DiRby, though, as you say, ho hasn't the slightest inkIing of my feeiings. That, at ioast,
 shows I have not thrown myself nt him"
 TIlERE WAS A
 MOMENT OF SILENCE There was a moment Of deep si- lence betweos them, then Mrs Dig.
 by said slowly; "Tond Is n weak word. Miss Hart Do you love
 Miss Hart looked out tho window uhbbus SttF vOtSD W"S fvWs htVHss I'm afraid I dO."
 Mrs Digby'g hands cionchod. Then sho calmcd herself and rose from her seat.
 "shnIi we g0 down?" she asked, graoi0usiy. "We II have to gang ID
 on him to ge. him to go out and cat something"
 Going down in the elevator they were once again the charming wife and the cooily efficient secretary.
 "He must be q vcritablc slave
 driveY," Mrs DIgby remarked. Miss Hart smiled. File is. Ho doesn't realize that other peoples
 lives arc not more or less like hla own, and, for that reason, no ono in the department evor gets angry about 1t. He'll have to slack UT
 some time, however" Mrs Digby's eyes questioned Miss Hart.
 | He's riding for q nervous break
 down." said the secretary. "f cant understand how ho has stood uT i against such work as long as ht
 has. If were you, Mrs Digby, I'd
 get him away from 1. by some pre-.
 text or other for few weeks---tht
 longer the better"
 | "And give you 0 chance to gel hold of yourselfY"
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Idle notes The Rev John II. Anderson, DID,, for fer curate at the Immaculate Conception stationed at St Anns church. Devon and St Gabrels Walnut Beach, saed for Rome Saturday where he will attend the 75th nversary of the founding of the American College He M acting as delegate from the United States Fritz K. e Webers Schwaebcher Maennerchor Of Bridgeport won ereat acclaim last week when gave its annual spring cert Fritz Weber recalled from the days when he direct ca the local Concordas in many prizewnning songfest
 Drs M J. Lawor, P. J. Brennan, and John Dillon were among the Waterburans attending the Holy
 bia baseball game in Worcester Saturday It was Coax ey day in honor of the Columbia coach who famous
 O. pitcher of thirty years ago. going directly from college to Connie Macks Athletics Attorney Walter Mon Mon agan made the presentation speech at Bob Waters test ulonial banquet in the Hotel Elton Saturday night
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There was great shock to the morale of Washington Hill when it heard of the passing of of It's dearest nem bers over the weekend. William Clasby was man who carved an mpressonabe niche in the history of the section MT Casby born England and soon after his ar rival in this country he adopted this corner of our fair city ss his domce During his many years he couldn't help put radiate the constructive influence of his happy sprhis gentle manner-hs kindred interest MT Casby was ov- able character and loved by young and old. Many grownup to-day remembers how nice he was to them when students Merrman school and Leavenworth High Many grownup especially the teachers with whom he worked, the men the street department who worked under him. while he was foreman, the in Scovls with whom he fooled for many years all testify his noble character
 Two decades ago ardent member of the Foresters of America and many the deeds of brohery love he consummated while in this order There was great knshp existing at that time between MT Casby the late Maurice Bowen, the late John z. Bowling, Mago Sheehan, Mike Sheea Jackie Sayers Pat Fully and the late Tmmie Gar ren and Jiggers Connors Here lively group of fe
 owmates who had dedicated their humble efforts to the ae vation of their brothers trials and trbuations Only one
 who is familiar with the history of the groups efforts appreciate the blessings which flowed from their cooperative efforts MT Clasby true leader devoted father loyal friend His family will miss him, his friends will too Their loss is His Creators gain Another worthy soul as cends to Heaven to-day carry the noble work he started his natal day. A.
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Garnered pickups.

Garnered pckups . Hike Noonan anxiously
 awaits the opening of the Lakewood beach swimming season ko show off a newly acquired bathing suit Lieutenant Bill Pollard is wowing em with his sports shoes.
 Representative Dan Mahaney classical speech at the dinner Waters the other evening closing with Open up those Golden Gates, California, here comep Ser geant Joe Bagley Lieutenant Hughey Cunningham and John (Grand Marshall McMahon discussing famous football teams of Waterbury of days gone by. They referred to the team of which Detective Jack Calvin and
 Lieutenant Mike Cavanaugh members when the rival " between the Washington Hills and Brooklyn keenest Sergeant Joe quite player himself but his brother Jack the most prominent making history for Vanova college. . Police Commissioner Casey and Jim Dunn, unsuccessful democratic mayoralty candidate in Bridge ports last city election guests at the Bob Waters din ner Attorney Herman Weisman Is chairman of the outing committee arranging plans for the annual sail
 Johnny Cavanaugh former Wilby athlete and of the popular acting Deputy Fire Chief Tom Cavanaugh is enrolled in automobile row. Charlie Allen denies he was welcomed the weekend by committee asking him to ride through Olneyvile R. l., his home town, in eart Hugh Bradley. new sports editor of the N Y. Evening Post h well known to Waterbury boys who attend d Washington college, Hugh's Alma Mater.
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One msore tiny cGndle Oas lighted in tue heovenLy Christmas tree Sunday. Nancy Joan Heyer, laughter of "Gus" Heyer poplar and respected foreman O the Denocrat coposing room, departed from ths world of sufering and Nancy woud have been too years old n November She bad just passed into the toddng stage sohem the fates that He n 0at for sruck dt the happy little soul and c0nfined her to pdllet
 hich the acord of medicine and science stood and zled and faled to diagnose Tue Muster Gbove ended this tragedy in which modern qualification a0ds bested aud called unto himself the little oneto and Ohere aH is sunshine and lau0her for the ting sufferers of ts OorId Our sympathy to Gus and Alice i their hour of need, Gpd that 0f the boys tt the ptdnt
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Example In Subtraction

"If would hslp,' said Miss Hart,
 They found Bruce Dlgby pacing the floor of hlg office My denr,
 he said animatediy. i've the great. est news everl St down here. And, Miss Hart, slt right here. We're going into . conference. 0ueB1 what7" An iithorto suppressed
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boylshnoss scemed to have popped out all over him. The lhdioB could but look blankiy back at him.
 "The directors have appointed mo general manager of the Pacific coast divIsionl I'm going out thorG immediately. Old Jonks, bless him wants mo to get away at the first possible m0mopt."
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Ns finagle folks. Authority hos at last arrtved, in the Nev Standard Unabridged Dictionary John Giln,artin loca authority pronumciatio@ spesn0. grannay etc, called the Toer this ormng amd ended 2ke controversy that raged m these here columns some feso soeeks back The New Stamdard just out contains a,nong the several mcw words-tinGgle. And that should quen for aH time the cdts of those who hdve been advocating the spelLim0-phemagle.
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The Cast of Characters in Example in Subtraction"

BRUCE DfGBY, -a slavc.drivlng official who becomes c third Of . human triangle. MRS DiGBY, his nOt.sO.dcnse wife. CAROLYN HART, Mfr Digby's sec. Fctary and . willing third of the triangle.
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By ROBERT HIGGINS

THERE was new kink in the usual wfe-private
 secretary triangle in the of Mrs Bruce Digby Miss Carolyn Hart In the first place. Mrs Dgby loved her husband very much, and second, Miss Hart knew it.
 Mir Dgby, tall, competenty slow and unconscously gal an had not the slightest idea of the of fem mine subteties that eddied about him.
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I am fond of MT Digby" Miss Hart pnrried.
 Little thing. my dear. Your in your voice when I cali. rho pieces You are an exceptionally
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Digby would not bat m eyolash. Against that foHriessness she renl- iz0d she had no weapons of any of. fieacy.
 "f--T'ii think it over, MT Digby," she said hegitantly, "but I'm afraid can't accept You gee---" her shoulders hnd como up and her gaze was fnBtoned upon Q chart behind hor omployer's hoad--- thoro'g A young man in tho situa. ton. His work iB here, and---that iB, we---" ft wnS neat bit of spontaneous ncting.
 As the wife left the ofIico the
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FOUND AFTER al YEARS

Cieburne, Tox--(UP,-After 2A years, oscar Adams has found fls mother. Whom Adams wns still ' baby his fathor and mother sep aratod and ho was loft in custody of his father in .oklahoFra. Attain. ing manhood. Adams started search for his mothor, After narrowly missing her in the quest which led here, iie finally located his nnothof. who had married again.
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But had he3

ouC l1dQ u6T
Standing there at the window. star
ing out at the hint Of dusk that was al
ready casting its shadows over the east,
she remembered his words the night
he had suggested that she return 10
business.
I'm backing you, Mara. And all the
brave plans"
All the brave plansl
She had made brave plans. And car
ried them out. But what good were
they If, through them, she had LOST
Tony?
A wave Of weakness crept up insid-
iously to enguf her. She grasped the
window ledge and fought it. Her desk
phone rang and, walking uncertainty
she crossed the room to answer 1t.
It was D. W. He wondered If she
could come into his office for NOM
ent.
Daniel Woodson-:D. w." to the adj
vertising world-tall, stout, gray, and
bushy- haired, a little inclined to be
careless of his appearance, but keen
eyed as he sat on the summit OF his
career at IS, rose from behind his bare
desk.
"Come in, Mara!" he doomed. "Sit
over here by me. I want to share good
news and to congratulate you. Know
what we've done? We've landed the In
ternational Motors account. Biggest
in the country. Every agency in New
York was after it.
That's fine, D. w."
"Of course it is. But Mara, only one
thing ever got that contract for us
That was our policy of recognizing the
depression in all our copy and capital
izing it. That took courage. And tact
And you supplied the tact. Nobody but
you could have handled it exactly az
you did,"
"WeI, that's lovely of you, D. W.
Mara smiled. But I'm afraid you're
just suffering from rush of enthus.
iasm. After all, it was your idea. All
did was to follow it through. If hadn't
you would have found some one else
who would"
mo" D. w. stubbornly contradictec
her. 1T took woman like you K
handle it. AS matter of fact, it tool
a woman to think of it in the frs
place. It wasn't my idea. It was Mrs
Woodson's."
"O!" said Mara. ''Then it was more
than cleverness. It was sheer genilu
of a nonprofessional to think of it,
'Nonprofesssional?" D. w. stared al
her puzzled. And laughed. 20, see
Well, don't ever let Mrs. Woodson heal
you say that. She was the only woman
expert in the advertising field when
married her thirty years ago. And II
have to go on, as long as I'm confessing
Mara. She went over every bit of copy
you passed in the last six months. Ane
she couldn't suggest change. That
how good you are!"
"But, D. w." asked Mara, why did
MT she come in herself and work it uu
/ with you, here in the Officer"
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Published By Special Advancement With the
chicago Tribune-New York News SYNDICATE, INC.
Copyright: 1884: By CHARLES J. McouRK
ON TWO PARTS TWO)
Frost Hanged the air. Dew bejewel-
ed the varicolored leaves as Mara and
Tony rode the winding bride path
through the woods along the top Of
Crestmont. Below them, seventeen
miles to the shining east as they held
to the ridge, New York glistened In the
young day.
Mara pulled up her horse near WASH
ington's Rock and heard Tony halt be-
side her as she stared toward the city,
striving to pick out her building from
among the gigantic towers Of mid
town. But an early morning mist,
holding sullenly against the bright as
sault Of the sun, defeated her.
There, somewhere, beyond the mist" "
Tony treasured her. Happiness. Eth,
Mara?"
II hope so, Tony. I'd like to have
been able to search out the building on
my first day. For sign"
'"The mist Is lifting. We could wait. "
NO." Mara decided. 1--WE haven't
time. It's over there somewhere in the
future. I'll see it when come to it."
They swung their horses to the north
and homeward. Mara was keenly alive
and expectant. She had, she told her
self, everything in the world woman
could want. Tony, riding his big gray
like centaur there beside her, was
not only her lover but her understand
ing husband. Over there, beyond the
mist, lay the career she had laid aside
three years ago to take up the age
old one of wife and mother. Now she
was going back to take it up again
and combine the two.
It was ridiculous, this idea that q
woman couldn't combine a career with
marriage. All America was o refuta-
ton of that. There were hundreds OF
thousands of successful wives proving
daily that it could be done. In time
these working wives, of which she was
now one, would smash down the preju-
dice against it by the sheer weight Of
their accomplishments. She was going
to be very happy.
The horse behind them was coming
fast, ridden at a dead gallop, and they
swung to either side of the path to give
him room. Tony grinned.
"Bet it's the Quantrell child" he said
'Her dad bought that year old sorre'
from Jem Smith. Hard mouth. The
girls riding"
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when he found in her kiss more warm
tn than he remembered it carrying in q
long time, he seemed startled. And
when she spoke enthusiastically Of
dancing, he was surprised and a little
uncomfortable.
IT say" he told her, I'm sorry, but
I'd made other plans. Thought Of play
ing little stiffish bridge. Didn't think
you'd be so keen to dance. Thought
you'd be too tired. Expect could beg
off though" He eyed her doubtfully.
"Glad to, If you really want to CO."
If she were fair, either to him or to
her own tired body, she would let him
60 to his "stiffish bridge" But this
was not time to be fair. There was too
much at stake and she was afraid.
Serve her right If she lost him. But
she wasn't letting him go without a
struggle. So:
"Tony, DEAR" she smiled, "you go on
to your contract I'll read a book or
something. But I've been planning so
on tonight (Which was the TRUTH. It's
so warm. So like spring."
Right. Dance it is. I'll phone.
Might play later. After the dance"
you're darling!" she thanked him
and thought, IF you play later, there
is no lure left in these old bones"
That victory had been won from his
courtesy. But no others followed it.
When she went down to him, wearing
the stunning gown for the first time,
his gray eyes had not lit up as she re-
membered them doing on like occasions
not so long ago.
Dancing with Tony Baille, she
thought, was like returning home after
a long journey. He knew he had once
like dancing with her. Yet tonight he
made no protest at the onset of the
stag line.
Mara watched the other dancers
moving rythn1ically in the soft light
She saw the Quantrell child Pickering
like slender young flame in daring
red gown. Tony touched her partners
! shoulder and Mara felt sudden stat
of fear. They were a striking couple
Maybe
She had danced with three othel
men before Tony claimed her again
Having good time?" he asked pc.
litely.
, II am-now," she told him. ISM
Ursula stunning tonight? I watched
you dancing. You do it awfully we'll
20, Ursula!" Tony said impatiently.
The dance ended and she led him tx
a secluded corner where the soft moon.
light reached in with trembling din
searchings.
you're warm" said Tony, "1'n ge
you drink
He was gone before she could stol
him and she sat there waiting Ursula
alone, moved toward her through tn
moonlight.
"Ursula!" she smiled, you lool
lovely"
What are you doing to Tony?" Tn,
girls eyes were glittering. Her voic'
was low and hard. About her was tn
faint reek of alcohol 20, I know you
re one of those brilliant modern WON
en- who have everything and wan
more. But you're torturing him. 70,
don't want him. Why don't you lie
him go?"
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"nat! Spluttered DIV. why didn't
sne come into the office? Why, because
snes Mrs. Woodson. Think I'd allow
my wife Besides, you couldn't drag
ner back into the business. She says q
wires place" It suddenly dawned
upon him that he wasn't being exactly
tact1ul. What I mean, Mara, is, he
nastened to add, "the idea needed
smart modern handling. Now, don't
lhlsunderstand me. Marc"
But dont!" Mara smiled. IT un-
oerstand perfectly And I'm glad was
OF so much help. Thanks, D. W."
her exit, she prided herself, had ;ust
the right amount Of nonchalance. She
mad even remembered to smile and
thank him again just before she opened
the door.
She sat at her desk, staring at its
smooth glass top, seeing many things.
DUSK had closed in upon the city. It
was reaching its dark fingers upward
10 grasp the great steel towers.
All her brave plans.
Another woman's idea. The idea of
a wife whose husband had hired an
| other woman to carry them through;
OF wife who believed her place was in
her home. Old fashioned. Primitive.
Silly.
| Her hand had been clutching the en-
velope all the time she sat there. She
tried to read the superscription. It was
TOO dark and she switched on the lights.
1t was addressed to her in Janice's
handwriting. She slit it open.
Dear Miss Baille," she read, IT
wanted to tell you this afternoon but I
didn't have the courage. This is my
two weeks notice. came back to work
when my husband lost his job. And I
was very lucky to get back my position
with you. But my husband has gotten
a much better job and he doesn't like
to have me going to business. I'm aw-
fully sorry, Mrs. Baille. You have al
ways been so kind and considerate.
JANICE SNA1TH"
i Mara dropped the letter on the desk
She began to laugh.
There was laughter in her eyes that
night and the charm that once hac
gathered Tony in and set him, safe
and assured bachelor, to thinking that
st. Paul was right when he said, 1T is
not good for man to live alone,' OF
something to that effect.
/ She was sparkling with life anc
}! spirits. She was allrring in a clingine
new evening gown of shell color LACE
which brought out the firm, full curve!
of her slim, graceful body. She wa.
fascinating. She was desperate.
j Mara Baille, the woman of brave
), plans, the woman who could combine
successfully business career with mar
; rage, stepped into the country clul
sure of the fact that she no longer has
a career and not at all sure that sh,
still had husband. The wreck of ne
plans was all about her. The desperat,
need to build new ones was upon her
Those new ones all revolved about Ton.
: Baille. And she wasn't sure that Ton,
Baille would be receptive, or even in
!; terested.
Perhaps, she told herself to quell he
panic, she only imagined this. Certain
; ly there was no obvious change in hi
attitude toward her. Except tonight
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Hap" Mara's voice was

ITO you, Ursula?" Mara's voice was
acid sweet.
20, he doesn't know I'm aliyei I've
tried to get him. Riding with him every
morning since business made YOU 40
tired you couldn't sacrifice little sleep
to give your husband some pleasure"
MARA, you don't play fair with any
body. You're breaking Tony's pride
and his heart because you can't give up
business. You have everything and you
go into New York in these hard times
and steal a position from some woman
who needs it. O, know you're smart.
But you aren't so smart that some other
woman can't do your part as well as
you can. may be stupid, but I'm not
that stupid. You know what think
Of you, Mara? think"
II know, Ursula" Mara said gently.
"And you're right. I've been q fool.
I've just found it out. I'm going home"
Tony bent, red-faced with the del
icacy Of mis- effort. and disentangled the
last hook of the evening gown.
Right" he said with quiet sarcasm,
"but why don't they make 'em tighter.
That's only as tight as saddle girth."
Her arms came down to rest lightly
on his shoulders.
TONY" she said. 1--WE ride in the
morning. We ride every morning, while
I can"
He watched her, his cold gray eyes
staring past his aquiline nose. Wait
ing.
TONY, I'm coming home. For good.
resigned today. I'm through with
business. All the brave plans"
Her eyes were misty with sudden
tears.
GOOD plans" Tony defended bursk-
! ly. you're little tired"
"No!" she denied. ''They were stupid.
They weren't even mine. They were the
plans of a wife who knew where she
belonged. Tony, you know that idea Of
yours that wife's place is in the home?
| Well? that isn't old fashioned. It's
right"
you're tired, Tony soothed her, I'M
able to believe it. "a good nights
Sleep"
I'm not! I'm only sensible! o, darl-
ing, can't you understand? There must
be whole new set of plans. For some
thing-for somebody else!"
And now a light was blazing in the
cold gray eyes. And slow smile was
dawning.
"Those," said Tony Baille, Twill be
i real plans. Brave. All of them"
And too her in his arms.
THE END
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Approximately 60 Shelby men are
now employed on the construction Of
the new water system, and as the work
advances another 40 will probably be
EMPLOYED.
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