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Their Married Life
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
M the top of the ete#»p flight of I tables were arranged along the walls,
teps Helen looked down Into 18 Ht Maxim’s, but here the noise and
F ^ROM
' steps
the dingy, dimly lit basement
known as the “Chat Nolr"—the fa
mous "Black rat."
"Not a very cheerful looking Joint,”
commented Warren.
“Dear, do you suppose it's safe?”
she said nervously. "Baedeker says
some of these place* are regular dens
of thieves and outlaws.”
"Rot!" Warren started down the
stepa "Come on.”
Inside was a long room with low
wooden rafter*, a sawdusted floor,
rough, bare tables and benches. Over
an old brick fireplace *at a huge blacu
cat, whose yellow glasa eyes were Jit
up by a lamp or candle.
Around the wall ran a shelf on
which was a curious collection of cats,
all of them black. As the only lights
In the place shone through the bulg
ing eye* of these animals, the effect
was most weird.
At one of the tables, three long
haired, velvet-jacketed men were sip
ping beer To Helen's amassment
and embarrassment they rose as ahe
entered, bowed, waved their glasses
toward her and called out:
“Volla la petite dame en blanc—
and Bohemians of Montmartre was
What They Meant.
"What do they mean?” whisperco
Helen, drawing closer to Warren.
"Your dress 1* white, and they’re
calling out a welcome to the ‘worn..a
In white.' But it's all a part of the
fake. Those guys are hired to pose as
Bohemians—to g eet the people and
give the place atmosphere. '
Helen remembered that her guidr
book said that at the Black Cat the
cabaret had originated, but that now
this once favored resort of the artists
and Bohemians of Monir.nrtre was
frequented only by sightseers.
Warren wus right. These velvet-
coated men were evidently hired to
fake the former spirit and atmosphere
of the place.
An attendant now appeared an 1
suggestively wiped off the table be
fore them. Warren ordered some
beer, which seemed to be the drink
then*.
Prom somewhere came a shrill tin
kle of a bell, and a white curtain was
dropped before a miniature stage in
a recess of the wall. One of the
long-haired youths, a stick In his
hand, a slouch hat on his flowing
locks, now arose and began to sing.
He stood by the toy stage, which re
minded Helen of the Punch and Judy
theaters of her childhood.
With the second verse of the rol
licking French song, the black shad
ows of tiny marionettes were thrown
on the small curtain.
*'lf this is a real shadow play. It’s
good fun,” exclaimed Warren, leaning
forward with Interest.
The emu it figures were cleverly ma
nipulated, and their black shadows
danced across the white sheet In
comieai pantomime. When they
finally flashed off, the tiny stage dark-*
ed and everybody applauded.
hilarity were unlike anything they
had seen.
The diners were throwing confetti,
singing, cheering, and the air was
thick with smoke and heavy with the
odor of champagne. There seemed
not a vacant place, but at fat, red-
faced Frenchman in tight-fitting
evening clothes, evidently the pro
prietor, found'them two seals near
the orchestra
"Will we have to order cham
pagne?” demurred Helen, who strong
ly objected to paying a high price for
a wine that she really dMiked.
"That's all right here They're giv
ing you something for your money.
Pretty gay, eh?" as a girl in a red
spangled skirt frisked by, her skirts
so stiff and short that they brushed
a match-safe from their table.
Felt Nervous.
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The man who waj fitting nwxt to
Helen had his arm around the pratty
French girl with him. Another girl
had tied her pink chiffon hat with lta
velvet streamers on the head of her
black-miiatached escort.
Helen was not sure that she want
ed to stay. She felt Just a little ner
vous, the gayety was a bit too loud
and too hilarious. But Warren w*e
enjoying It hugely.
At a high desk In the comer sat a
stout Frenchwoman, probably the
wife of the proprietor. It was she
who checked off the bottles of cham
pagne as they were carried out, made
change for the waiters and kept a
general shrewd surveillance over
everything
Plainly it was her policy to keep
up the gavefy, for the greater the
vayety the more frequent the orders
for wine. And now, when for a mo
ment the merriment flagged, she
beckoned one of the dancing girls
and gave her a large paper filled with
colored halls.
With a shout, the girls tossed the
balls among the guests. Then fol
lowed a fast volley of Are hack and
forth. The gay little balls, about the
size of a walnut, were light enough
to be thrown freely without harm
"Why, T believe that girl's trying
to swat me," grinned Warren, as he
dodged the third hall thrown direct
ly at him hv a pretty girl sitting
with a French officer across the room.
"Watch me give her one,” hut he
succeeded only in hitting the bald
bead of a passing waiter.
The girl threw another which War
ren caught and tossed back with
better aim. For the next few mo
ments they pelted each other until
the balls were all broken. Helen
could not help thinking it rather un
dignified. Warren did not often un
bend like this, but perhaps it was
the spirit of the place.
When this diversion had died out.
the Ingenious madame produced a
bag of toy balloons and later another
of confetti.
"They know how to make the thing
pay here,” declared Warren. "But
that's all right, they're working hard
to give the people what they think
they want.”
~n the next lull the orchestra rose
en - . f , —
"Well, let's move on." euggestel and marched gayly, In single flic,
Warren "We've seen about all that s around the room. The cellist held
to be seen here. j his instrument over his head, and
Rather L&te (twanged on It like a banjo, while
"Where are we going now?" askel
Helen, eagerly, for they were "doing
Montmartre” to-nighi.
"Might as well take in the Bat
Mori next. But tliatil probably be a
fake, too. We’re twenty years too
late—none of these Joints are what
they used to be."
violinist carried the base violin, beat
ing it as a drum.
After them pranced the dancing
girls, the first one clutching the coat-
tail of the last musician, and the
other girls swinging on to each oth
er's short, fluffy skirts.
The girls stamped and kicked and
us« a iu w h#*n th-*v swished their saucy spangled skirts
11 hl \‘} „ vTas ralnlni > h « table/a. they paaned.
r.i me m and now IT w n * inin'iiK . , , , . ,
H,n1 Helen drew her white skirl* 1 fr ;'^ procession was greeted
. ... wet I with wild clapping and ehrleks of
eb s as they climbed the steep, wei ! • -applnfr
f..ps io the street inugntei.
A there we- no rah In right. they Getting Boisterous,
had no choice but to walk, and Helen , . .. ... „ , ...
trudged atonic, holding her skirts with "Dear, I don t think I like this,
one hand and with ttie other dinning
to Warren’s arm.
There was something weirdly fasci
nating in wandering through these
dark, narrow streets on a rainy night.
"It's getting too
demurred Helen,
boisterous.”
"Huh, and you’ve been crazy to
see this sort of thing! That’s like
The small, dimly lit shops and black a woman. But all right, come on
alleyways had an air of sinister my« (guess I’ve had enough. Too blamed
tery.
Farther on. the "Rnt Mort" shone
out a - the only one brightly lit spot
in this dingy nleghborhood. But
when they reached the place, they
found none of the life and gayety the
lights had led them to expect.
It was a regular restaurant, with
a space cleared for dancing. But
there were only a few people there,
and the waiters were standing idly
around. The rainy night had dis- I
couraged the sightseers.
"This Is too dead for tip,” and |
Warren shook his head at the waiter
who ran forward to seat them
"Come on, let’s do some exploring
I’ve a hunch that we’ll And some
thing around here yet worth seeing.”
As they went out Warren hailed a
passing cab. bundled Helen Into it
and told the man to drive around
Montmartre
much noise and smoke.
Outside It was still raining, hut
the damp air was cool and fresh.
"That place was all right,” mused
Warren. "Of course most of that
hullabaloo was forced—those dancing
girls were paid to keep It up. But
that came nearest to being the real
thing of anything we’ve struck yet.”
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Should a Girl Kiss Her Cousin? By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
Streets Deserted.
Through the rain-blurred cab win
dows the streets looked black and
deserted. At length a group of flash
ing lights shone out In the darkness
ahead, and Warren called to the man
to draw up.
"You wait here while I Investigate,”
and leaving Helen in the cab. War
ren disappeared through the glitter
ing doorway, over which flashed
"< 'life Royal" in green and red letters
In a few minutes he came out.
"We’ll take a chance on that. Some
thing’s doing in there, all right."
Even from the sidewalk Helen could
hear the music and shrieks of laugh
ter. Inside the teens was bewilder
ing
The long, crowded room was ablaze
with lights. Dancing girls ia short
ballet skirts were whisking about In
the small space for dancing The
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TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
On one occasion when a certain
Parliamentary candidate, known as a
clever .speaker and very effective in
dealing with a hostile audlnce, was ad
dressing a meeting in his constitu
ency, he had no sooner risen and said,
"Gentlemen,” than someone threw an
egg at him. Quite unperturbed, he
turned to the offender and said:
"I wus not speaking to you, sir.”
"Well, did you discover anything in
Stump's past life that we can use
against him?"
Detective—Not a thing. All he ever
did before he came here was to sell
awnings
Election Agent—Why, that’s Just
what wo want. We'll say that he
has been mixed up In some decidedly
shady transactions.
HE’S engaged and she has a good-
loking cousin.
When she meets the good-look
ing cousin he kisses her. and when he
leaves her he kissee her again. The
fiance say* the cousin has got to stop
kissing ills sweetheart or there will be
trouble, and now the sweetheart writes
mo a letter to know what to do about it.
"I like my cousin, and I don’t want to
hurt his feelings," says the girl who
gets kissed; "but I love my sweetheart
and don’t want to make him really an
gry Still. 1 don’t think he ought to be
so bossy, do you and Isn’t It all right
for cousins to kiss? We have always
done it in our family ”
Well, now. little girl, Jnjst because
you have always done a thing 1n your
family Is no reason at all why It is the
right thing to Ao. Is It?
The fern boat was well on her wav
when a violent storm arose, and fears
were entertained for her safety.
The ferryman and his mute (both
Highlanders) held a consultation, and
after a short debate, the ferryman
turned to his passenger?' and re
marked anxiously:
"We’ll Just tak’ yer tuppences now.
for we dlnna ken what mlcht come
,r What’s the matter, old chap? You
look as If you hadn't had a wink of
sleep all night.”
"I haven’t. You see. my wife
threatened never to speak to me again
if I didn't come home last night be
fore 10 o’clock, and I didn't."
"1 see; you're finding out the lone
someness of solitude because she kept
her word, eh?"
Not by a Jugful. I wish she had.”
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Why Not?
And then your sweetheart doesn't be
long to your family- and never will—
you will belong to his family, and per
haps they don’t klsa—in that circle—
not cousins, anyhow and so you'll have
to think It over and do what sweet
heart wants you to do about the kiss
ing
Why not*
What la there so entrancing about
kissing that cousin that you even hes
Itate a minute about turning your cheek
the other way when you see him com
ing?
Silly—your sweetheart’s Idea about
it?
Well maybe and maybe not; but any
how, it is his idea, and why shouldn't
you please him in the matter?
What if he likes blue and you keep
on wearing pink what if he likes chick
en and you in&.st on ordering veal.
What If he likes poetry and you want
him to read the millinery "ads"-—do
you think these things will tend to make
him that much fonder of you?
Why not giva up to him In this mat
ter—It Is, after all, unimportant to you
and Important to him what’s the use
of making a fuss about It?
I know a woman and a man who di
vorced each other because the man
played the guitar and the wife wouldn’t
play his accompaniments on the piano.
It didn’t end with that, but it’s how
the whole trouble began What a goose
that woman was not to play any old
accompaniment her husband thought he
wanted! What hurt could it have done
her or any one else?
What’s the difference, anyhow? If
you love the man you want to please
him, don’t you? Well, a wfse woman
told me once that the way to please a
man was to give up to him In ail the
little things that don't count and hang
on to your own way in all the big
things that do count—he’ll be willing to
give up to you in them Men don’t
mind big sacrifices. A man will give
you $100 and quarrel over 10 cents too
much on the grocery bill. That’s the
way men are made.
Why not make up your mind te take
them as they are and not as you think
they should be. and then, honestly, now,
hasn’t Sweetheart a pretty cousin some
where?
If he has, Just get her to corns and
see you. and every time Sweetheart
kisses pretty cousin see how you feel
about It. That may help you to under
stand Sweetheart’s attitude a little bet
ter
Out of Fashion.
Kemember. you are used to cousin—
you see in him Just good old Dick, who
taught you to skate and to swim—when
he fe't like It and you promised to make
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and he sees him as a gay deceiver.
Maybe he Is one, too, even If he is your
cousin.
And besides, little girl, kissing is out
of fashion except among re-al sweet
hearts; didn’t you know that? Ten
years ago every time you had tea with
a friend she kissed you when you came
and kissed you when you went. The
woman who tries to kiss a friend now
except In really solemn times is looked
upon as Just the least little bit In bad
form. Didn’t you know that?
Hand holding has gone out, too, and
waist spanning. Girls don't paw each
other the way they used to. And cous
ins—well, cousins aren’t nearly so much
relation to each other as they were
when they were all liable to be brought
up under the same roof. Keep cousin
at a distance, little girl, to please your
self as well as your Sweetheart. It
can’t do any harm and It may do a whole
lot of good.
The financier almost eagerly took a
seat, and, as he was composing him
self, he reflected that this was the
first time Allan had ever addressed
him without the prefix of "Mr.” He
had always longed for that familiar
ity, but he found no comfort In it
now. His cigar, less than half burned,
was out; but he threw it away and lit
another. Allan watched him in si
lence, and Wolf wished that the light
ing of the cigar might consume an
hour. At last he threw the match
away and leaned back.
"I’m terribly distressed about Han
son,” he said, in tones that he strove
to make grave and pitying. "He was
an extraordinarily bright man. He
would have been Invaluable to us In a
few years, Mr. Allan.”
Allan nodded grimly.
"He certainly was bright,” ho con
ceded acidly. "One of the brightest
young men that ever handled books,
by all accounts. As to his probable
future value, there Is a field for a
wide difference of opinion."
"Why. what do you mean?” asked
Wolf, with a well-feigned stare or
surprise. “Is anything wrong?”
Allan laughed; but the sound of it
did not move his visitor to Join In.
"If there is anything wrong with
Ranson’s accounts,” declared Wolf,
sitting up proudly, “I will assume full
responsibility, as I wired you.”
Tl?e Charge.
Allan leaned forward, his lips set
in a thin line.
"Let’s leave Ranson out of it.
Wolf,” he said, grimly. "Ranson is
dead—his chapter Is closed. I dldn t
call you back to talk about Ranson,
but about Ranson’s bookkeeping."
"Well, what of it?” The other at
tempted to bluster.
"Just this much—you have embez
zled something like $10,000,000!”
Wolf knew that he should spring
up at this# point In Indignant denials,
but Allan’s eyes—cold, hard and men-
acing—held him. He moistened his
lips.
"You must be crazy, Mr. Allan! he
gasped.
Allan looked him over swowly,
from head to foot.
"Is that ail you have to say be
fore I call a policeman?”
Wolf swallowed hard, but at last
managed to find some semblance of
his natural voice.
"Why, Mr. Allan, you must be out
of your mind!” he cried. "You have
had someone going over my books In
my absence? You have, eh? Well,
you might know that no mere ac
countant could understand these
transactions. I know perfectly well
that our cash shows a shortage of
some millions just at this time. That
has happened once or twice before
when I have been on the wrong side
of the market!”
"Oh! It has?"
"Why, certainly!” returned Wolf,
with some return of confidence as he
felt his voice swelling out. "You
know what my transactions are—
what mv business for the syndicate
Is. As I telegraphed you—you could
understand—I have not been lucky
this time—pretty near the first time,
too. I sold cotton too early, on the
advice of that fool Harding In Liver
pool. I fired him. Then I held on to
tin too long. I don’t often get two
facers like that in a row, and I'm sor
ry—but I’ll have It all cleaned up and
a healthy balance showing by the
first of the year."
"I hope we will," said Allan, grimly.
"I am sure we will,” declared Wolf.
"I said ‘we,’ not ‘you,’ ” Allan cor
rected him, with Icy precision.
Wolf gulped and chewed his cigar.
"I don’t think you ought to take It
this way, Mr. Allan,” he pleaded, un
steadily. "I have made millions for
the syndicate, and It Isn’t fair to talk
about embezzling when I make a mis
take. I knew you needed money, and
I was desperate to get it, and it led
to making mistakes that I couldn't—”
"That's enough, Wolf,” interrupted
the chief, half raising his hand. "You
know perfectly well that the syndi
cate will back you up without a word
In any losses you Incur when you are
handling the syndicate’s money foi
the syndicate’s profit to the best of
your ability. In this case you were
not doing that.”
"But, Mr. Allan, that Isn’t true!"
cried Wolf, desnerately. "I have al
ways worked for the Syndicate in
everything that ”
"Drop it, Wolf," snapped Allan.
”T’m tired of listening to these lies.
You aren’t even man enough to own
up. You have been speculating on
your own account with the Syndi
cate’s money. You have deposited
these sums, aggregating something
like $10,000.000—and we don’t know
yet how much more—in European
banks in the name of Wolf son—not
the Tunnel Syndicate. You have been
gambling with money that we need—
cash that we need badly, and you’ve
lost it. You’re a plain crook—and if
you're alive by this time to-morrow,
you’ll be arrested. Now—get out!”
At these words Wolfs returning
confidence dropped from him like a
mask. He got unsteadily to his feet.
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"What?” he gasped. “Me—arrest
ed!"
"I hope not," replied Allan, with
sinister meaning. It was a sentence
of death—and so Wolf understood It.
But he saw one ray of hope and
grasped at it.
"But you can't mean that!” ha
pleaded, desperatelv. "Think of all
the work that I have done and that
remains for me to do for the Syndi
cate. Why. I’ve made millions for
you and ”
"That was your duty,” cut in Al
lan, mercilessly. "You were paid well
for that.”
"Certainly! certainly!” agreed
Wolf, with pitiful eagerness. "But
this—this last—doesn’t amount to
very much, Mr. Allan. It can be
fixed up in a few months—and I am
the only man who can do it.”
There was no softening in Allan’s
grim face and Wolf played hts trump.
"All right!” he cried, "have me ar
rested—have me tried! I’ll go down
—but the Syndicate will go down
with me!”
Now, Allan knew that this was the
mere truth. In Its present shaky
financial condition, the Syndicate
could not stand a blow like the ar
rest, or even the suicide, of Wolf,
Ranson’s sudden death had been made
to appear an accident—publicly at
least. But, privately, It was believed
to be a suicide In Just the quarters
where such belief could work the
most harm.
If Wolf’s death or arrest—and on
such a charge—came on top of the
Ranson incident, nothing could save
the Syndicate from a crash and a
money panic would follow such as
the world had never seen before.
But Allan was human and he was
swayed by human weaknesses at
times. Being a strong man, he was a
strong hater.
He hated Wolf in the first place
just because he was Wolf. Now he
hated him doubly because he was a
pitiful coward. If it had been pos
sible he would have. escaped under
the cover of the death of his tool,
Ranson. And now he was making a
groveling plea for mercy. Allan
thought that Wolf ought to kill him
self out of respect for mankind, but
this was not the time for him to do
it. He would simply scare him to the
limit and let him off until there was a
safer time to crush him.
"The Syndicate is my business,” he
said.
"But you can’t want to drive me to
death!” gasped Wolf, hoarsely. "You
don’t mean that, Allan. I’ll make
restitution inside of three weeks. I
will—as sure as I’m alive I’ll ”
"That’ll do, Wolf. I’ve said my last
word. Get out!”
p'clous that a man reading a news
paper on the curb glanced at him out.
of the corner of his eye and walked
; slowly down after him, ostentatiously
studying the numbers of the houses
as if looking for an address. In a few
minutes he lost sight of him, but he
knew that this man and others were
watching him.
When he reached his apartment he
was so tired physically that his mind
became truly active at last, after 24
hours of numbness. He began to
think clearly, or what he thought was
clearly. Then & perfectly simple and
smooth plan presented itself to him.
He would go away!
He knew, of course, that any at
tempt to draw money at his own
bank would only precipitate what he
dreaded. But he had his gambling
winnings in hla pocket. He telephoned
to a broker, told him a perfectly
plausibel lie and had him send up
$20,000 in cash for the check*. While
the money was on the way he ba-thert
and dressed.
His idea was tp go otrt openly
spend the entire day In shaking off
detectives, slip Into the subway, tfo
north to the terminus and vtrtv#
crons-country to a small railroad suc
tion and board a Canadian train thersuL
For an hour he ducked and dodged^
and doubled in the maelstrom, and
when he was certain that he had
shaken off his pursuers, he made for
Central Park as a Anal test. He
roamed the park for an hour and saw
no sign of a detective. Then he called
a cab and went to a barber shop,
where he had his hair cut short and
| his mustache removed.
The Disguise.
There vVas a little clothing store a
few doors down from the barber shop
Wolf staggered into his car and
told the chauffeur to drive him to his
apartment on Riverside Drive. He
was still in a sort of trance when he
arrived there. He took three or four
drinks of brandy. The thought of
food almost nauseated him. He paced
up and down his rooms, chewing unlit
cigars, and every time he passed the
buffet he grasped a bottle at random
and poured himself a drink. He did
not know what it was he was drink
ing. and none of it had any effect.
Once, when he went to the front
windows, he noticed that a car was
standing across the way from his
own. The chauffeur was tinkering
with the engine. It 'must have been
a pretty bad breakdown, for the car
remained all the time he was In his
apartment.
Finally he went downstairs and or
dered himself driven to his club. The
chauffeur across the street seemed
to have repaired the damages at last,
for he started off after Wolf’s car.
Wolf saw him and understood. De
tectives were watching him.
A man named De Maupassant once
wrote a story in which he told of a
coward who wrestled with himself
all night before he was to fight a duel
and finally committed suicide to avoid
it. Wolf was a coward, and. If you
have ever read this story, you will
understand what was passing In his
mind.
The worst that could overtake him
would be arrest, liberation on bail, a
trial on a highly technical charge
w’ith plenty of room for clever de
fense. To the average man in these
circumstances the thought of suicide
would be almost humorous.
Winnings.
But to Wolf anything seemed pref
erable to arrest. It w T as not the dis
grace or the ordeal of trial and pos
sible conviction that daunted him.
He thought of none of these things.
His disordered mind simply shrank
from the picture of a detective laying
his hand on his shoulder.
His distraught manner attracted
some attention at the club, but he
went into the gambling room and
gambled for big stakes, laughing
loudly and drinking much, for his
luck was phenomenal. He played all
night, his luck shifting somewhat,
but when morning came and he finally
withdrew, he had more than $20,000
in checks in his pocket and a few
hundred in cash of his own.
When he went out Into the street
after a cup of coffee, he was con-
—over on the East Side. Here he
bought a new outfit of cheap clothes,
which he donned at once.
It was dark now and he went forth
confident that he was safe. He found
a cab at Twenty-eighth street and
drove to the address near the subway
station at Worth street, which he fig
ured would be little used on the up
town side at that hour.
He was right. When he walked
through the gate onto the platform,
there was no one In sight, but a few
moments later a man came througn
the gate. He opened a newspaper an I
glanced at It, paying no attention tj
Wolf. The latter was so certain that
he had eluded pursuit that he gave
the stranger no more than a passing
glance—but that was enough. He
recognized him, with a start, as a
man who had played poker with him
on the way over from Europe!
For an instant Wolf almost swayed
on his feet under the shock. Then it
flashed through his mind that his dis
guise must be perfect, as this man
did not recognize him. But that
thought had barely come to comfort
him when it was driven away by an
other. Suppose this man was one of
Allan’s detectives, watching him on
his way home!
He timidly eyed him again, but ha
could not see his face. It was con
cealed behind the newsoaper. There
was a rumble of an approaching train
as Wolf walked slowly past for a
closer scrutiny. Then he saw that the
paper had a little slit or tear up the
middle, through which the stranger
could watch him when he pleased!
The train roared Into the station
and Wolf, with a sudden yell of de
spair, turned and cast himself under
the wheels Just as the detective
leaped for him.
The Panio.
I T was five minutes after 7 ofelock
when Wolf t as "round to pieces
under the wheels of the subway
train. At ten past 7 Allan knew what
had happened. At a quarter past he
was In conference with the head of.
the publicity department, and the
provisional head of finance, while his
secretary was getting the directs *0
on the telephone for a special meeting
at 9 o’clock.
To Be Continued To-morrsw.
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