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Mean? she i laughed, . , as the car
swung around and they glided away,
“You didn’t suppose I was going to
sit here and watch you depart upon
a mysterious errand? I borrowed
your chauffeur’s coat and his cap
nnd slunk down after you I can
assure you I looked the most won
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S »ir m T.mo ximotny thy leaned b back in in his his
place and remained silent, t>oon
they passed out of the land of tired
people, of stalls decked out with
unsavory provender, of fetid smells
and unwholesome-looking houses.
They passed through a street of si
lent warehouses on to the Embank
ment. A stronger breeze came down
between the curving arc of lights.
“You are not sorry that you
brought me?” Lady Cynthia asked,
suddenly holding out her hand.
Sir Timothy took it in his. For
some reason or other, he made no
answer at all.
The car stopped In front of the
great house in Grosvenor square.
Lady Cynthia turned to her com
panion.
“You must come In, please,” she
said. “I insist, if It Is only for five
minutes.”
Sir Timothy followed her across
the hall to a curved recess, where
the footman who had admitted them
touched a bell, and a small auto
matic lift came down.
“X am taking you to my own
Quarters,” she explained. “They
are rather cut off, but I like them—
especially on hot nights.
They glided up to the extreme
top of the house. She opened the
gates and led the way into what
was practically an attic sitting
room, decorated in black and white.
Wide-flung doors opened onto the
leads, where comfortable chairs, a
small table and an electric standard
were arranged. They were far
above the tops of the other houses,
and looked into the green of the
park.
“This Is where 1 bring very few
people," she said. “This Is where,
even after my twenty-eight years of
fraudulent life, I am sometimes my*
•elf. Walt.”
There were feminine drinks and
sandwiches arranged on the table.
She opened the cupboard of a small
sideboard Just inside the sitting
room, however, and produced
whisky and a siphon of soda. There
was a pall of Ice in a cool corner.
From somewhere In thq distance
came the music of violins floating
through the window of a house
where a dance was in progress.
They could catch a glimpse of the
striped awning and the long line of
waiting vehicles with their twin
eyes of fire. She curled herself
np on a settee, flung a cushion at
Sir Timothy, who was already en»
sconced in a luxurious easy-chalr,
and with a tumbler of iced sherbet
in one hand, and a cigarette in the
other, looked across at him.
“I Hin not sure,” she said, “that
? you have not tonight dispelled an
Illusion.”
“What manner of one?” he
asked.
“Abeve all things," she went on,
fg “I wicked. have always Most people looked do. upon I you think as
m I
that Is the reason why so many of
I the women find you attractive. I
+M *oppose it Is why I have found you
W attractive.”.
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tCMe^LS place estima "
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X^ytV SiSSSa
CrIraina1 ’ 8 man who
thines nnd dnrfe «,„■»a v«„ w.„
how weary one gets of the ordinary
code of morals In these days. You
were such a delightful antidote.
sr ,rsr„ s ir r;r
sE-fca?> perfectly thrilled when I nm on
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mv character t .
aa you wou,d have me be - but I
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ner ' He bfiats w<i ' e n, and has es
tablished a perfect reign of terror in
y ? u that there were some elements
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borhood. I did not do it from any
sense of justice at all T fil <iiri it tn
provide SSd^ delectable^spectacle for mvseif j ?
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afraid 0n the
that think: vou are™'i T d 88
people
Slaw cl ;sr posSr r r /T "^"^ ated - 1 ”" *♦ Fran- son
In P
“ F -ncis Ledsam is one of those
f few rather brilliant persons wh#
have contrived to keep sane with
out becoming a prig, she re
marked.
“You know why?” he reminded
her. “Francis Ledsam has been
a tremendous worker. It is work
which keeps a man sane. Bril
liancy without the capacity for
work drives people to the mad
house.”
“Where we are all going, I sup
pose,” she sighed.
“Not you,” he answered, to You
have just enough—I don’t know
what we moderns call It—soul,
shall I say?—to keep you from
the muddy ways.”
She rose to her feet and leaned
over the rail. Sir Timothy watched
her thoughtfully. Her figure, not
withstanding its suggestions of deli
cate maturity, was still as slim as
a young girl’s. She was looking
across the tree-tops towards an
angry bank of clouds—long, pen
cil-like streaks of black on a pur
pie background. Belcw, in the
street, a taxi passed, with grind
ing of brakes and noisy horn. The
rail against which she leaned
looked very flimsy. Sir Timothy
stretched out his hand and held
her arm.
My nerves are going with my
old age,” he apologized. “That sup
port seems too fragile.”
She did not move. The touch of
his fingers grew firmer. ~ ~~
“We have entered upon an alle
gory,” she murmured. “You are
preserving me from the depths.”
He laughed harshly.
"I!” he exclaimed, with a sudden
touch of real and fierce bitterness
which brought the light dancing
into her eyes and a spot of color
ts her cheeks. “I preserve yon I
Why, you can never bear my name
without thinking of sin, of crime
of some sort! Do you seriously
expect me to ever preserve anyone
from anything?"
“You haven’t made any very vio
lent attempts to corrupt me,” she
reminded him.
“Women don’t enter much Into
my scheme of life,” he declared.
“They played a great part once.
It was a woman, I think, who first
headed me off from the pasture of
virtue. ■
i< I know,” she said softly. “It
was Margaret’s mother.”
His voice rang like a pistol-shot.
“How did you know that?
She turned away from the rail
and threw herself back in her chair.
His hand, however, she atlll kept
in hers.
Uncle Joe was minister at Rio,
you know, the year it all hap
pened," she explained. "He told
us the story years ago—how yon
came back from Europe and found
things were not just as they
should be between Margaret’s
mother and your partner, and bow
you killed your partner.”
His nostrils quivered a little. One
felt that the . fire of suffering had
touched him again fox a momen t
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GRIFFIN NEWS
"TVS, T silled TOta,* he admitted.
is part at my creed. The men
defend their honor in the law
are men I know nothing of.
man would have wronged me
robbed me of niy honor. 1
him defend himself In any
way he thought well. It was his
or mine. He was a poor fight
and I killed him.”
“And Marguret’s mother died
the shock.”
“She died soon afterward.”
The stars grew paler. The pass
ing vehicles, with their brilliant
grew fewer and fewer. The
which had been so welcome
first turned Into a cold night
She led the way hack Into
room. I must go, he announced.
“You must go.” she echoed, look
up at him. "Good-by!”
She was so close to him that
embrace, sudden and passionate
It was. came about almost
She lay In his arms
perfect content and raised her
lips to his.
He broke awnv. He wns him
again, self-furious.
“Lpdy Cynthia,” he said, "I owe
my most humble apologies. The
that is In me does not as a rule
out in this direction.”
“You dear, foolish person,” she
"that was good, not evil.
like me, don't you? But I
you do. There Is one crime
have always forgotten to de
haven’t the simplest
in the world how to Ue."
“Yes, I like you,” he admitted. “I
the most absurd feeling for
that any man ever found It im
to put into words. We
Indeed strayed outside the
of natural things,” he added.
Why?” she murmured. “I never
more natural or normal in my
I can assure you that I am
it. I feel like muslin gowns
primroses and the scene of
first March violets under
a warm hedge where the sun
sometimes. I feel very nat
indeed, Sir Timothy.”
“What about me? he asked
“In three weeks’ time I
be fifty years old.
And In no time at all I shall
thirty—and entering upon a ter
period of spinsterhood ! I
Spinsterhood!’’ lie scoffed.
Why, whenever the society papers
at a loss for a paragraph, they
a few more offers of mar
to the ever-beautifui Lady
“Don’t be sarcastic,” she begged.
haven’t yet had the offer of mar
I want, anyhow.”
“You’ll get one you don’t want
a moment,” he warned her.
She made a little grimace.
“Don’t!” she laughed nervously.
am I to preserve my roman
notions of you as the emperor
the criminal world, if you kiss
as you did just now—you
me rather Well—and then
me to marry you? It isn’t your
You must light a cigarette
pat the back of my hand, and
off to another of your
of vice. ■ I
“In other words, I am not to
Sir Timothy said slowly.
“You see bow decadent I am,”
sighed. «< I want to toy with
pleasures. Besides, there’s that
of a brother of mine com
up to have a drink—I saw him
out of a taxi—and you couldn’t
it through in time, not with dig
The rattle of the lift as It
was plainly audible. He
and kissed her fingers.
“I fe&r some day,” he murmured,
shall be a great disappointment
you. M
CHAPTER XVI
L EDSAM agreeably and surprised Margaret the were next
day at noon, when they had uiv
ranged at luncheon for two at the
Rltz, to have Lady Cynthia and Sir
Timothy show up and join them.
As Francis hurried off to give
the necessary orders to enlarge his
table, a page-boy touched him on
the arm.
“If you please, sir,” he an
nounced, “you are wanted on the
telephone.”
•* I?” Francis exclaimed. "Some
mistake, 1 should think. Nobody
knows that I am here.
“Mr. Ledsam,” the boy said.
“This way, sir. ’»
Francis Walked down the vesti
bule to the row of telephone boxes
at the further end. The attendant
who was standing outside indicated
one of them and motioned the boy
to go away, Francis stepped Inside.
The man followed, closing the door
behind him.
ii I am asking your pardon, sir,
for taking a great liberty,” he con
fessed. “No one wants you on the
telephone. I wished to speak to
you. i*
Francis looked at him In surprise.
The man was evidently agitated.
Somehow of other, his face was
vaguely familiar.
ii Who are you and what do you
want with me?” Francis asked.
■ I was butler to Mr. Hlldltch,
sir,” the man replied. “I waited
upon you the night you dined there,
sir—the night of Mr. Hilditch’s
death.”
I have a revelation to make with
regard to that night, sir,” the man
went on, “which I should like to
place In your hands. It Is a very
serious matter, and there are rea
sons why something must be done
about it at once. Can I come and
see yon at your rooms, sir?”
Francis studied the man for a
moment Intently. He was evidently
agitated—evidently, too, In very
bad health. His furtive manner
was against him. On the other
hand, that might have arisen from
nervousness,
r shall be In at half-past three,
No. 13-b Clarges street," Francis
told him.
“I can get off for half an hour
then, sir,” the man replied. "I
shall he very glad to come. I must
apologize for having troubled you,
sir.
Francis went slowly back to his
trio of guests. All the' way down
the carpeted vestibule he was
haunted by the grim shadow of a
spectral fear. The frozen horror
of that ghastly evening was before
like a hateful tableau. Hil
dltch’s mocking words rang In his
ears: world, “My death which, Is the one thing
the mould, make njy
(To bo continued)
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Our Daily Story
His Sister’s
Intelligence
By DOROTHY BROMLEY
Edith Daly, whose only rival for
the title of head of the family was
her twin brother, Jim, had often
been amused by the prattle of fra
ternity initiates on the down-town
streets of Boston, but she had never
dreamed that one of them would se
cure for her that position in her
home, then lose it for her again.
True, her mother was the real di
rector of the family affairs. Father
had died some years before she and
Jim cast their first ballots. Since
then Jim had maintained that he
was the boss, so to speak.
Edith maintained Jim’s Ideas on
these subjects were perverted. But
recently all he could be interested In
was radio. That heterogeneous
piece of apparatus which had func
tioned occasionally, was now begin
ning to accumulate its first coating
of dust and was actually falling into
disuse, Jim's mind had gone flying,
literally and figuratively. That is to
say, Jim had become interested In
what was becoming a familiar sight,
airplanes. He was always ready to
deliver a lengthy and technical dis
course on their nature; with a gusto
as much as to say: "See how much
I know of them, while you know
nothing.” Edith’s only successful
retort was, “How do you knew?
You never flew In one.” So the
rivalry continued.
Fall came-and with It fraternity
initiations. Late one October after
noon Edith stood on a corner wait
ing for a car home, when down the
street solemnly marched a motley
crew of initiates exhibiting their
follies to all in the vicinity. The
leader halted his band not ten paces
from where Edith stood, as Inter
ested as any.
"Dropsy,” bawled the leader, “do
your stuff. »»
Much to her surprise and embar
rassment, one of the young men, be
decked in what might once have
been the garb of a Continental, ap
proached Edith, doffed his hat,
dropped on one knee, and cried
pleadingly, as she backed away un
der the eyes of a score of strangers,
“Oh, fair lady, I am but a poor hum
ble soul, sick unto death. Deny me
not the honor of your company for
a time, scant/ew hours this week, some
anytime. Fair lady, grant me
a date!” He paused. Edith heard
a man standing near say:
"That’s his orders, to make a date
in public so we’ll ail know what
kind of girl he likes."
Edith immediately felt rage
toward the speaker and sympathy
toward the poor initiate. She turned
toward him again.
"Sweet one,” he was beseeching
her, “spare me but a moment of
your time. Grant me but a few
hours of your company and I will
take thee whithersoever thou de
sireth, to the ends of the earth, sea,
or sky. This I mean in all earnest
ness.
For some reason Edith thought of
Jim’s airplanes. She had been hear
ing so much about the sky recently,
this sounded familiar.
“What?” she gasped.
“True; all true, lady,” replied the
extemporaneous- Komecx;
wouldst thou go? Wouldst fly with
me?”
“Yes,” she told him, hardly know
ing she was speaking, while the
crowd chuckled at the scene.
“Then tomorrow, lady, Saturday,
I will meet you at two—I will come
for you—where ?”
Through the corner of her eye,
Edith saw her car. She named her
address and ran, lest the conductor
failed to wait for her. All the way
home she thought—What if he
didn’t come for her? Would he
really take her? Did she truly want
to go? What would Jim say? If
she could fly just once she could
no doubt quiet pestiferous babble on
his latest hobby.
In the evening she made bold and
had a good time “kidding" him that
she would fly before he did, that she
knew more, comparatively, than he
did, because he had never flown,
knew only what he had read, while
she was to fly, Jim laughed and
didn’t believe her.
But despite Edith’s fears and
Jim’s disbelief, there called on time
the next afternoon a gentleman who
asked for Miss Daly (he got this out
of the directory), and who, when
ushered in by their mother, proved
to be the suitor of the afternoon be
fore. When Edith appeared he
apologized for his former actions,
while her heart sank.
she go! Then he continued:
"But I meant what I said. I have
a plane at the air port, and If Miss
Daly will go I’ll be glad to take ber
this afternoon." . ..........................
<< But Is it safe?” rut In Mrs. Daly.
Of course, mother," cried Edith.
M Jim says so. • »
A moment later the aviator and
Edith left the house together and
Mrs. Daly saw a group of fraternity
brothers follow them down the
street.
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"Counfound it I" said Jim, when
he came home and heard the story
from his mother. Then “Good I n
when she also said that a wink she
had given Edith when they left
meant that she might Invite her
company home for supper.
Edith did bring company for sup
per, and be came for more than one
supper, too.
Just remember,” she found oc
casion to tell Jim, “that just be
cause you are a man do *t mean
that you have any more Intelligence
or cially ability than thnn a sister.” woman\and espe
yonr
(Copyrtcbt.)
Banking methods are likely
to be revolutionized by a newly
invented machine that sorts
money into the various denomina
tions and counts it.
Farm laborers of Italy are re
fusing to go to France to work,
saying that the pay of $60 a
month and board and lodging is
not enough.
KILLING OF OEM
10 M’COY CASE
Los Angeles, Nov. 12.—Under
currents of the illicit jewel trade
which are believed by federal
officers to have boiled over in
the murder of Mrs. Theresa A.
Mors, August 21, for which Kid
McCoy, former prize fighter, now
is awaiting trial, broke restraint
last night, according to officers in
the mysterious killing here of
Harry Katz, diamond connoisseur,
musician and real estate operator.
32 Calibre. Pistol.
In each killing a 32 caliber pis
tol was used, in each instance the
scene of the crime was an apart
ment house, and in each instance
neighbors testified they heard the
slayer running away.
Mrs. Mors was shot through the
head once. Katz was shot
through the neck once.
See “Heavy Set Man. ♦»
A “heavy set man” was describ
ed as having been seen running
from the room where Mrs. Mors
was shot. The same description
is applied to a man who made
several trips to Katz’s apartment
and with whom Katz said he had
had trouble.
Police officers working on the
Katz case declared him a "clear
ing house” in the under-cover
jewel trade, and added he had
been under observation some time.
Likewise the authorities seized
several hidden caches of the Mors
jewels;--------- -
Luxurious Apartment.
The dead man lived in a luxu
rious apartment, had .2 violins
and almost Invariably carried dia
monds of large size and value on
his person. .
Other gems hfe kept, it was de
clared, in a safe deposit box in
a downtowrt bank. He also, like.
Mrs. Mors, was a collector of an
tiques.
Went Through Bankruptcy.
Katz, although giving every ev
idence of wealth, owner of two
expensive automobiles, choice vio
hns ’ cholcer . . _ jewels, . , and , a small . „
gasoline yacht, went through
bankruptcy proceedings here in
September, 1922.
Following this legal step, court
records show a series of court bat
tles with a man named Guy Pet
erson, in each of which Peterson
lost his case.
Peterson, upon learning that he
was sought by the police, went to
central station today and submit
ted to questioning to prove, he
said, that he had no connection
with Katz’s death.
. Robbery was not the motive for
the Katz killing, officers declare.
Katz had a small fortune in dia
monds on his person when he was
shot and these were not touched.
Loading ships lying off rugged
coasts is being accomplished by
cable railways from the heights
to bunkers built far out on pil
ing.
Macle of mamoa feathers the col
lection of which took 100 years, a
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cloak in a museum at Honolulu
is valued at Jl,000,000.
Broken Out Skin and litching
Eczema Helped Over Night.
For unsightly skin eruptions,
rash or blotches on face, neck,
arms or body, you do not have to
wait for relief from torture or
embarrassment, declares a noted
skin specialist. Apply a little
Mentho-Sulphur and improvement
shows next day.
Because of its germ destroying
properties, nothing has ever been
found to take the place of this
sulphur preparation, The mo
ment you apply it healing begins.
Only those who have had unsight
ly skin troubles can know the de
light this Mentho-Sulphur brings.
Even fiery, itching eczema is
dried right up.
Get a small jar of Rowlea Men
tho-S^lphur From any good drug
gist and use it like cold cream.—
(adv.)
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