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Concern
Attic Artist—I wonder how my
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irailroad fare I’d go and see if there
was anything I could do for them.
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W. N. U., ATLANTA, NO. 47-1931.
One
Wonderful
Week
by
C. S. Forester
(WNU Service.)
Copyright by Bobbs-Merrlll Co.
THE STORY
Harold Norman Atridge, an or¬
phan, lives with his great-aunt
Matilda, who reared him. At her
death he finds himself penniless.
At the close of the war he gets
work in a bank. Taking a mes¬
sage to Marjorie Clarence, he
finds her father in the throes of
delirium tremens. Harold prom¬
ises to take Marjorie into the
country next day. They have an
exciting day. They miss the last
train back to London.
CHAPTER IV—Continued
—12—
“Can’t be done,” said Mr. Buckley.
“I got a job. Meeting an old boy and
his wife on the eleven-twenty from
London and taking them three miles
over to Highfields.”
“But when you come back?” asked
Marjorie pitifully.
“Might be done then,” said Mr.
Buckley, and their hearts rose again
until they had to swallow hard to re¬
tain them at all.
“Where d’you want to go?”
“Morley Park. Not as far as Lon¬
don,” said Harold.
“Do It for three quid,” said Mr.
Buckley.
Harold thought of the three pound
notes in his pocketbook, and the two
half-crowns in his pocket, and agreed,
feebly and thankfully.
“Right,” said Mr. Buckley with de¬
cision. “I’ll be back here by—mn—ah
—twelve o’clock. See you then? Right.”
He shut the door. The babes In the
wood had only an hour and a quarter
to wait.
They spent that hour and a quarter
on the roadside. It was cold and dark
and uncomfortable. Harold thought
frequently of the half-bun he had left
behind when they started for home.
Even the thought of a seven-hours-sat
on half-bun was painfully appetizing
at the moment. Marjorie sat with her
feet In the ditch, huddled in her rain¬
coat, and leaned against Harold’s
knees in a sort of stupor of misery.
It was after the village church clock
had struck midnight that Mr. Buck¬
ley’s car came rattling down the road.
“What’s the address?” asked Mr.
Buckley.
Harold told him.
“Go toward Morley common,” he
added feebly. “I’ll tell you where to
go when we’re getting near.”
Then at last, with a grinding of
gears and a jerk, they were off.
Mr. Buckley’s car, besides being
past its first youth, did not boast side
curtains. The wind of their progress
swirled round their shivering forms,
blew straigh’ through the exiguous
rug on their knees, and sought out
remorselessly every chink and open¬
ing in their clothing. Marjorie’s teeth
were chattering. Harold put his arms
about her and clasped her to him, hut
the gesture was not one of affection.
It was ever, as much one of self-de¬
fense as it was of protection to Mar¬
jorie. A chilly, horrible hour and a
half.
At Morley Park North station, Har¬
old redirected Mr. Buckley, and at the
corner of Ashford road they stopped.
Harold helped a frozen Marjorie to
alight, and then handed over a re¬
luctant three pounds to Mr. Buckley.
At any rate, they were home.
Perhaps it would he in better taste
not to describe that homecoming in
detail. There was Marjorie's pitiful
knock at the door. Then Mrs. Till
ing's opening of it—a horrific appari¬
tion in dressing gown and curling pa¬
pers. Her violent denunciation of
Marjorie, and then, on her seeing Mar¬
jorie's pitiful condition, her rounding
upon Harold. She baldly acctused
him of seduction. She blared out all
sorts of threats about police and about
civil processes. And then she
slamme^l the door upon him, and left
him wilting on the doorstep.
Harold began his walk back to Scae
Fell View in a decidedly unpleasant
frame of mind. He was hungry and
cold and tired. He had been threat¬
ened with prosecution. He had spent
much money. As nearly as he could
tell, not knowing the etiquette of these
matters, he was engaged to be mar¬
ried, and he was not at all sure that
he wanted to be.
In the last two days Destiny had
upset all Harold’s habits, had blacked
his eye and starved him and frozen
him and entangled him with a woman,
to say nothing of practically shutting
and locking in his face the doors of
Ins own club. Quite a good start, but,
in the opinion of Destiny, nothing
more than a start. Destiny giggled
hysterically and plunged again Into
her conjurer's top-hat to see what
further surprise she could find for
Harold plodded feebly across Morley
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View was along a narrow footpath,
muddy in winter and dusty in sum¬
mer, which wound among the gorse
CLEVELAND COURIER
from one side of the common
the other. There was naturally not
soul about, It being half past one In
morning.
As Harold ascended a slight rls#
turned a corner of the path a
yards from the road he saw •
car with glaring headlights sta¬
at the roadside under a street
There were two men furiously
work changing one of the back
another was striding up and
beside the car impatiently, and,
anxiously. So much Har¬
noticed, dully. Then tilings be¬
to happen.
Another pair of glaring headlights
far down the road. In an
short space of time they
up to the stationary car. With a
and clamor of brakes the new
stopped dead beside the other
Instantly half a dozen dank
detached themseives before it
even properly stopped, and hurled
upon the three men. There
a struggle and a sharp cry.
As Harold watched, open-mouthed,
one broke away from the strug¬
mass, and fled on to the com¬
Some one else shouted and
after him. The writhing bun¬
heaved simultaneously, and a hand
out of the confusion, caught the
ankle, and brought him down
with a shattering crash
the pavement. But at the same
two red flashes split the dark¬
behind the headlights, nnd two
reports echoed across the
One bullet screamed through the
two yards from Harold’s ear, mak¬
him leap as though stung. The
apparently found a more sub¬
billet, for the wretched man
in Harold’s direction pitched
over heels like a shot rabbit
at Harold’s feet.
Automatically Harold bent over him.
the faint light he was conscious of
bearded and spectacled face con¬
witn agony. The stranger clear¬
was not dead, for he struggled to
He Struggled to Raise Himself to a
Sitting Position.
raise himself to a sitting position. His
coat and waistcoat were torn wide
open in the front, so that his white
shirt showed up plainly. His right
hand clutched a bulky black object
Which revealed itself clearly to Har¬
old’s goggling eyes as an automatic
pistol. His left hand held a small
leather case from which dangled two
broken straps. The stranger's eyes
met Harold's, and flashed with de¬
spairing hatred, lie made a convul¬
sive movement with the pistol, but
his arm gave way before he could
point it at him, and he fell back with
a groan. As lie did so, with one last
failing effort he dashed the leather
case Into Harold’s face.
All this happened with unbelievable
rapidity. It was not more than five
seconds after Harold had topped that
low rise that Harold found himself
clutching the case in his hands and
still bending over the dead or uncon¬
scious stranger.
Then came another shout from the
motor cars. Two or three men were
plunging toward him; two or three
more were huddled in contorted atti¬
tudes on the pavement. Somebody
shouted. Again there came a flash
and a report, and something cut
through a furze branch at Harold's
elbow. The only thing Harold’s mud
died brain could think of was to set
ids weary legs into action once more.
He turned and bolted across the dark
common.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Up-to-Dale Youngster
A new nurse was engaged in the
household of one of our most advanced
doctors, and the first night, toward
eight o’clock, she settled down with a
book of fairy stories to read the doc¬
tor’s daughter to sleep.
The chUd, aged six and very “mod¬
ern,” listened placidly through “Peter
Piper,” dozed over “The Old Woman
Who Lived in a Shoe,” and seemed to
be sound asleep during the reading of
“Jack and Jill,” until suddenly, at the
end of the poem, she started wide
awake again. The poem ends, you
will remember, with something about
“tum-tum-tum, and Jack mended his
crown with vinegar and brown paper.”
“Why, Isn’t that awful?” cried the
child, gazing horror-stricken at the
nurse. “Didn’t he even have an X-ray
taken?”
Patent Leather Shoe*
from cracking, first remove ail tne
cloth. As soon as dry, rub two drops
of castor oil or vaseline into the tops,
then polish with a woolen cloth.
TREASURE IN ALL
SORTS OF PLACES
Rare “Finds” Still Waiting for
Discovery.
Those who think the days of hid¬
den treasure are past will get a
swift awakening at a list of valu¬
able articles which have been turned
up unexpectedly during tiie past few’
years. The list, compiled by E. Al¬
exander Powell, includes paintings,
tapestries, statues, rugs, jewels, fur¬
niture and porcelains, and Mr. Pow¬
ell solemnly insists that plenty more
still lie hidden away, in tills coun¬
try and abroad—artistic and histor¬
ic treasures with a dollar-and-cents
value many times that of all the loot
taken by Captain Kidd, Bluebeard,
Morgan and other buccaneers of
free-booting days.
These treasures lie concealed in
the most unexpected places—in the
musty garrets of New England farm¬
houses, in decaying mansions on
southern plantations, on the upper
shelves of cross-road stores and city
pawnshops, in fisherman’s shacks,
English taverns, German castles,
French chateaux, even beneath the
sand of African deserts and in na¬
tive lints on South Sea islands.
Here are a few examples of re¬
cent “finds,” as compiled by Mr.
Powell for the American Magazine:
A country store In New England
yielded some roils of Eighteenth
century scenic wall paper, printed
from wooden blocks by hand, which
brought tiie finder a small fortune.
A Californian discovered one of
tiie greatest of Murillo’s paintings
amid the discarded rubbish in a
Paris storeroom, where it had lain
unrecognized for generations. It is
valued at $100,000. A traveler in
tiie South seas found painted on tiie
doors of a native hut in Tahiti a
priceless group of primitives by Paul
Gauguin, tiie eccentric French artist
who exiled himself to the Pacific is¬
lands.
A ragged Arab in the bazaars of
Beirut offered a curiously shaped
urn of ancient glass to an English
sea captain for a pound. He declined
to buy it because he had only a sov¬
ereign in his pocket at the time and
preferred to spend it on a bottle of
champagne. Ilis description of the
piece lias led experts to believe that
lie held in his hand for a moment
tiie twin of the Portland vase, one
of the greatest treasures iu the
British museum.
Safety First
Magistrate—Witness says you nei¬
ther slowed down nor tried to avoid
the pedestrian.
Motorist—I took all precautions.
I blew my horn and cursed him.
Frank and truthful people are a
nuisance if you are not perfect.
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going, anyway
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“Thriller” of Long Ago
Outdone by
’Way back in their boyhood
ing, illicit reading, with the
back* in the big geography, and
teacher not too vigilant, some
who are grayhaired now can recall
Beadle thriller with the title
Star, the Spirit of the Lake.”
A white pioneer has had all
family murdered by the Indians.
escapes to an island and finds
cave. In that cave there is a
tomahawk with the striking edge
carved as to form a star, and
that mark on the victim.
Also there are two very light
narrow cedar canoes, witli straps
the feet. The pioneer finds that
these he can walk‘the water of
lake. Every night he goes
Every morning some redskin is
dead in the forest with the star
Hence “Red Star, the Spirit of
Lake.”
Red Star walked on quiet
But now the news tells us that
people hour after home taking are forgotten few of half these aa
a
remarkable tablets. So are the little
nagging aches that bring fatigue and
“nerves” by day, or a sleepless night.
Genuine Bayer Aspirin tablets cost
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pay to experiment with imitationsl
Naumesnik, of Styria, has eclipsed
the Beadle hero. Facing rather
heavy seas, he has actually walked
the water from Cape Gris Nez to
Dover on “water skis.” The distance
is about twenty miles. The water
skis of 1931 are clearly superior to
the strapped-on cedar canoes of
fancy, three-quarters of a century
ago. And once more it has been
proved that truth is stranger than
fiction.—Brooklyn Eagle.
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Customer—I want to buy a dia¬
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Salesman—Yes, sir. Allow me to
show you our combination sets of
three pieces—engagement, wedding
and teething rings. The very latest
thing out, sir.
