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“S© are building a new house,
eh? Flow are you" getting along
with it?”
“Fine. I’ve got the roof and the
mortgage on it. and 1 expect to have
the furnace and the sheriff in before
fall.”—Wall Street Journal.
A Good Suggestion
The young bore at the party, who
was doing his share of the enter¬
taining, had already exceeded the
time limit. .
“Now, continuing my Imitations,”
he said, “I can mimic any bird. Will
somebody name a bird, please?”
“A homing pigeon,” suggested one
of the company.
An Uplifting Answer
Teacher—Upward, what’s raised in
countries that have wet climates?
Student—Umbrellas!—Washington
Post.
Speedy
Prisoner—Everything I do, I do
fast.
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SYNOPSIS
Following his father’s bitter criti¬
cism of his idle life, and the with¬
drawal of financial assistance, Hal Ire¬
land, only son of a wealthy banker,
finds himself practically, without funds
but with the promise of a situation In
San Francisco, which city he must
reach, from New York, within a defi¬
nite time limit. He takes passage with
a cross-country auto party on a "share
expense" basis. With five other mem¬
bers of the party, an attractive girl,
Barry Trafford; middle-aged Giles
Kerrigan; Sister Anastasia, a nun: and
an Individual whom he Instinctively
dislikes, Martin Crack, he starts His
journey. Barry's reticence annoys him.
To Kerrigan he takes at once, but he
Is unable to shake off a feeling of un¬
easiness. He distrusts Crack, although
finding his intimacy with Kerrigan
ripening, and he makes a little prog¬
ress with Barry.
CHAPTER II—Continued
— 6 —
“Then I wasn't wrong. We can start
all over again.”
“All over,” she said. Her shower
stopped and Hal's came more strong¬
ly. Then she made a squeak of horror.
“What now? Bed-jacket wet?"
“No, but I’ve got a chill and no
towel. Gosh! What would Lubitsch
do?"
"Keep the chill,"‘said Hal, “you’ll
need It. I’ll toss you a towel over the
top.”
He reached the harsh, gray towel
Kerrigan had got for him and swung
an end of It into her compartment.
“Got it?”
“Oh, thanks,” she said, “a lot.”
“You’ll remember this and not be
boompsish with me tomorrow?”
“Yes. No. I mean I won't be what¬
I was.” ~
ever you said. I’m sorry
“Don’t be,” said Hal.
“All right, I won’t.” Then, .In a mo¬
ment, her soft voice said, “I’m going
now. Good night. Thanks for a lovely
shower.”
“Hey, my towel,” said Hal. *
“You want It back?” she. said, mild¬
ly Incredulous.
“Oh, goodness, yes.”
“But—” she paused and Hal waited
moment. "
a
“It’s my towel. Isn’t It?” he said
without sympathy.
The end of the towel flopped Into
Bight. “It’s wet,” she said; “Good night.”
“Good night, Barry,” he said.
He stopped his shower and took the
towel. It was damp, faintly, fragrant,
as he brought it near. He hesitated:
Why was it wrong to use It? The spar¬
kling of his gray eyes went faintly
sober; and, folding the towel, he
stcffed It Into the pocket of his slick¬
er.' Suddenly Barry’s voice came cas¬
ually over the top of the partition
again. "What’s your .first name7”
"Oh, hello,” he said as If she’d
caught him at something. '“Hal. Henry.
Hal. Why? No, r didn’t‘mean that.”
“Didn’t mean what?” . ...
“The ‘why.’”
“Night,” she said. “Pleasant dree
ums.”
“Same to you, uh—Garbo.”
He heard her door close and latch.
Slicking the loose water from his skin
with his hands, the impulse to chuckle
kept nudging comfortably at his stom¬
ach. And we shall meet again, J
trust.
CHAPTER III
Wednesday
The morning light looked washed, the
air carried the semblance of refresh¬
ment from the night, and the' rich
smell of the exhaust seemed hopeful
as they started off, aiming for break- :
fast at some near town. Miller seemed
to think nothing had changed since
yesterday for, after he had lashed the
luggage under the tarpaulin behind,
he climbed Into the driver’s place.
“Not today,” Hal said to him. “Better
try your Invention, In back.” They
hadn’t gone a mile down the road be¬
fore Mrs. Pulsifer hurled the debris
of her eye-opening orange »t her
raised window.
“Shouldn’t do that,” said Pulsipher.
“Dangerous.”
“Oh, dangerous pussycats!" - she
snapped at him.
Hal looked over at Kerrigan whose
eyes were smiling as he peeled a
peach with a large knife. The knife
caught Hal’s eye; the single, tapered,
four-inch blade was set to a handle of
natural stag-horn, also tapered, with a
ring at the thick end.
“Nice knife,” he said,
. “French,” said Kerrigan, regarding
It. "Laborers use ’em to cut their
bread at lunch and each other Satur¬
day nights.”
“Is that what you’ll use-'to—when
you round out your, Collection?”
Kerrigan gave an Innocent, generous
smile. “Might,” he said. He finished
bis neat peeling of the peach and held
It over the wheel where Hal could see
it "Manage that?”
“Oh, thanks,” said Hal, and took it.
Th« car, with Its age, ailments, and
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unnatural load, was cranky, and Hal
guessed It flilglit be a good thing that
the driver’s rear-vision mirror didn’t
give- him Barry’s face to look at In¬
stead It showed Sister Anastasia’s,
tranquil and Immaculate, below the
oblong of the back window. And when
Ha! glanced up, out of an habitual
alertness for motorcycle police, he
Saw the nun’s head occasionally
turned toward Barry, her Ups moving,
her expression one of comfort, of trust,
of Intimacy almost. He strained his
ears for a hint of what they might be
Unintelligible talking about, but their murmurs were
among the dry and la¬
bored songs of the car’s antiquity.
Hal remembered yesterday’s sense of
pottent, of-the shadow of something Im¬
pending—like a presence with them.
It had been odd, almost-vlvid, and he
had been‘half waiting for It to come
again. If it came, and he could see
Sister Anastasia look like that—her
serenity made deep, limpid, cool round
the traces of an unforgotten sadness
near her eye.s—the feeling wouldn’t
make him uneasy again. And it might
not come. Purged of his own con¬
fusion of spirit, with Miller’s out¬
rageousness on the road and his sleepy
thievery disarmed, the atmosphere
was healthier. There were possibili¬
ties to look to: Barry, with her first
defenses relinquished; he and Kerri-'
gan running their own expedition from
Detroit after today and— He must get
Kerrigan at lunch time and decide
what was best to do about Miller in
Detroit: turn him off loose, try to get
him blacklisted with the agencies, If
they bothered with blacklists, or let the
police have a go at him. The man
oughtn’t to be at large, and yet It
might. . . .
“Say,” came Crack’s Indolent, con¬
federate murmur close to Hal’s ear:
"thought any ’bout what you’ll do to
this bird Miller?”
• ••••••
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to save time, went off to have the car
sustained with water, gas, and oil
while the others either joined or
watched the Pulsiphers celebrate the
earnest ritual of eating. Barry’s eyes
were soberly, Internally thoughtful
again: and the transient civility that
had stood In them for a moment when
Hal met her look was no recognition of
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“Must You Be So Solemn?” He
Said.
their advance of the night before,
tvhen he came back to the breakfast
place, she gave him her polite recog¬
nition and would have turned away If
he hadn’t held her eyes with the
steady, curious twinkling of his.
She raised her eyebrows—simple,
cleanly traced, barely curved—and
prompted him. “What?”
“Must you be so solemn?” he said.
“You look as if you couldn't remember
whether you’d turned off the gas at
home.”
She smiled without especial Joy.
“The morning’s always solemn,” she
said. “Everything’s so clear.”
“How everything?”
“Oh, strength,” she said, “and fear
and things like that. In the morning
you know It’s silly to be afraid of the
dark, but you know that when the dark
comes you’ll be afraid again.”
“Are you afraid of the dark?”
She shook her head a little. “Not In
the morning,” she said. “Kerrigan
wants a paper. If I find a place open,
do you want one?” Not a personal
favor.
Hal bowed, with a smile as politely
reticent as hers. “Love it,” he said.
She left him, and Hal rummaged In
the car for a tire gauge. Then Miller
came out, blinking in the sun.
“Got a tire gauge?” Hal said.
"Sure,” said Miller.
“Throw It on all round and see what
we’ve got, will you?”
Mrs. Pulsipher came through the
door then, fotlowed by Sister Anastasia
and Crack. Miller half turned his grin
toward them, and said with his air of
sleepy cleverness: “You’re drlvin’,
Whyn’t you do it?”
Hal looked up smartly: at once
Miller’s bleary grin was less certain
of Itself. Was the man possessed of
some animal loathsomeness that could
affect others? Hal couldn’t think there
was enough energy of spirit for that
behind the glazed eyes. He command¬
ed Miller's flimsy effrontery with his
eyes, conscious that the golf ball in
Crack’s lazy hand had stopped Jog¬
gling, as If sharing its master’s curi¬
osity to see what Hal would do.
“Check the tires,” said Hal quietly.
As he watched Miller go for the gauge,
Hal’s hands hnng clear of his body,
carefully, as If he had been handling
sewage.
So this day too was started with
something wrong, something almost
stealthy In It—something besides the In¬
firmities of the car and the heat that
grew to a slow embrace of everything In
the hazy, still landscape. To get to De¬
troit quickly, to be quit of Miller and
the car—that was the focus for ur¬
gency. Miller might, under his un¬
washed stupor, possess some faculty
for making Hal discontented with his
own skin. At least there was no point
In trying to tell what made It till this
man was dropped.
The engine was little by little mak¬
ing up Its mind to quit, discouraged
by the brevity of easier gradients and
cowed by a team of three big busses
that charged down—a fierce happiness
In their flapping tarpaulins—from the
Alleghany summits.
“This is bad enough,” said Kerrigan.
“But think of hopping the Atlantic.
Listening for the horses to cool off
every second for thirty hours would
harden all my arteries, give me a mil¬
lion dollars’ worth of persecution com¬
plex.” And over his shoulder he asked
Miller, "What’s the matter with this
studio-number of yours, Robin Hood?”
“Little warm,” said Miller, like a
doped horse-trader. “How far do you
reckon it to Detroit?”
There was a sort of lazy triumph
in Crack’s saying, as If he had a map
and a speedometer in his lap: “Be¬
tween three and three fifty. ’At’ll
make It a long trip for today.”
“We’re going to do It,” said Hal, “If
we have to trade this barge for bicy¬
cles.”
After a long, laborious time, the car
churned out a last flat sneeze, and a
solid sign by the road proclaimed a
summit, with statistics to prove it.
There was no higher land visible
ahead. And a can and half of
water sent the car off to the less rigor¬
ous dips and climbs of the Mississippi
Divide like an old dog remembering
the smell of spring.
It rained as they dipped down the
last rolling land of Pennsylvania to the
straight roads of Ohio. For two miles
a short passenger train hurried darkly
along the straight track that converged
upon the straight road, Kerrigan mus¬
ing on it, Hal glancing at him and at
it with a pleasant sense of Intimacy
deepening between them. Then the
locomotive cried exasperation at the
crossing.
“Train cornin’,” Pulsipher murmured.
Miller chuckled. “I seen that quite
a ways back,” he said.
And for another two miles It raced
away on Its divergent course, white
bursts from the whistle followed by its
faint screams for crossings—hurrying
urgently under Its blackened breath as
If It had the whole country to cross
before night
Then they came to Akron, a spread
■ of buildings that grew Irregularly
higher toward a nubbin of the tallest.
In the modern style. Mrs. Pulsipher
knew it was Akron by the smell of
rubber.
The city had lunch places, and that
was important. It was near three
o’clock.
Miller frankly distrusted the “Tea
Shoppe” that had caught Mrs. Pulsi¬
pher’s bright and hungry eye, and he
wouldn’t go In. But the lady made It
hard for the others—impossible for
John—not to follow her. The dog had
dragged Barry down the street on a
good scent, and Hal and Kerrigan let
the others fill one table, avoiding the
solicitation of Crack’s lazily hopeful
look.
“You and the princess aren’t still
walking round each other stiff-legged,
are you?” said Kerrigan.
“Wouldn’t be sure,” said Hal, watch¬
ing the friendly, brown eyes quizzical¬
ly. “Why?”
“Oh, I haven’t got any Kreuger blood
In me,” said Keurigan quickly. “I Just
wondered If we could begin having a
happy time—the three of us—or wheth¬
er I had to be a referee.”
“I think she’s a grand girl,” said
Hal, calmly. “You’ll forgive my ask¬
ing what Kreuger blood’s got to do
with it.”
“Kreuger made matches once along
with a Mr. Toll,” said Kerrigan.
Hal laughed and started to say some¬
thing, but then Barry came in to them.
Her unstudied smile of pleasure at
having been waited-for barely Included
Hal In its beginning, and the end of It,
with a leisured drooping of the eye¬
lids, was all for Kerrigan. And that
piqued Hal smartly, even while he pre¬
tended to chuckle to himself.
I know a weakness In you, beauti¬
ful. and I’m still going to use It.
But he found himself watching her
carefully, alertly, as If he might miss
something pleasant.
“First,” said Kerrigan, when they’d
sat down, “we ought to agree to be
sociable.”
Barry glanced up from her menu In
innocent Inquiry. “I thought we were,”
she said: “aren’t we?”
“All right, we are,” said Kerrigan.
“You admit it. Then let us bare our
hearts to each other, even as—’’
“Oh, let’s order something before
that,” Barry said. “The body, you
know.”
“Yes,” said Kerrigan, on a sigh, “I
know the body, te my sorrow. What Is
yours having?”
Hal suspected Barry of putting Ker¬
rigan off In whatever he had been
about to suggest; but when the wait¬
ress shuffled away, she said to Kerrl
gln: “Is it painless—your heart Idea?”
“To us who are pure there—yes,”
Kerrigan said. “Here’s what I thought
—Just for an awfully good romp. Each
of us gives a short biography of him-,
or her-, self, you see—like the subur¬
ban obituaries in the city paper—”
"Jolly,” said Hal.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
"QUOTES"
COMMENTS ON
CURRENT TOPICS BY
NATIONAL CHARACTERS
WORLD WAR FEARS
By VISCOUNT SNOWDEN
British Statesman.
"\TUSSOLINrS aim and atnbi
IVl. tion will not stop short with
the conquest of Ethiopia. If he is
successful in this enterprise, his next
move will be to absorb Austria. That
attempt will bring Germany into the
war and as European nations are now
bound together with numerable pacts
and treaties a general European war
would be inevitable.
All these terrible consequences are
Involved in the Italo-Ethiopian ques¬
tion. If this war cannot be averted—
and one sees very little hope of It—
another world war will result and that
will end human civilization.
There is just a faint chance of pre¬
venting these consequences. It Is that
the great powers, with the Invaluable
help of America, will muster the cour¬
age to take a firm line with Mussolini
and show him the whole moral force
of the world is against him. The unit¬
ed military power of the rest of the
world will also be against him.
PROGRESSIVE SUPPORT
By PETER NORBECK
Senator From South Dakota.
f | V HE New Deal is full of mis
X takes, but the Old Deal is no
substitute. The old gold standard
cannot be revived without increasing
our indebtedness about 40 per cent.
Government relief must not be aban¬
doned ; it must be handled better. The
Bank Guaranty law bannot be de¬
serted because it failed in South Da¬
kota, but it must be changed to provide
a more sound plan.
The Republican party must offer
something more than criticism of
Roosevelt and the scare about losing
the Constitution. Above all, they can¬
not win without inviting the Progres¬
sives into the party and giving them
a voice in party affairs, for otherwise
other northwestern states will join the
third party movement already con¬
trolling Minnesota and Wisconsin—the
states whose votes are needed in the
electoral college.
FEDERAL HOUSING
By JAMES A. MOFFETT
Administrator.
O OINCE the work began we have
already expended $250,000,000
in building insurance, and the
activity has resulted in not less than
$600,000,000 in construction work which
is not part of the government program.
In one year the work has grown from
nothing into one of the biggest cor¬
porations in the United States.
The fact that what we have already
done toward nation-wide construction
is only a beginning, makes ns feel very
happy. Our work now represents 500,
000 individual buildings and 5,000 in¬
dustries in 8,000 communities. This
Work is not an emergency one, but I
am confident it will continue. England
started the same thing in 1919. It has
resulted In the construction alone of
2,500,000 homes, and this is as much
responsible for the prosperity of Eng
’and today as any other factor.
BUDGET-BALANCING
By DR. BENJAMIN M. ANDERSON, JR
Nationally Known Economist.
TTIRTUALLY everything in fi
V nance became unwholesome
under the impetus of the gigantic
expansion of bank credit from 1922 to
1929, hut the remedy for tills sort of
thing does not lie in confiscatory taxes
on large incomes and large inheri¬
tances, but rather in sound Federal
Reserve bank policy.
Financial measures to balance the
budget are, of course, very much need¬
ed, but the greatest of these must be
retrenchment in expenditure. Bart of
the program for balancing the budget
will of course be additional taxation.
The pending legislation can hardly be
described as a measure for balancing
the budget or for revenue purposes.
Its primary purpose is avowedly not
revenue, but changing the distribution
of wealth.
STUDYING CRIME
By HERBERT II. LEHMANN
Governor of New York.
r | 'HE apprehension and convic
A tion of criminals, while of
course of outstanding importance,
is only one part of the crime uroblem.
Juvenile delinquency, education, pro¬
bation, the law enforcement agencies,
Criminal procedure in our courts, ex¬
tradition, penal statutes, prison admin¬
istration, parole and rehabilitation—all
are closely inter related and must be
taken into careful consideration in any
comprehensive study of crime.
I believe that a public conference
devoted to the discussion and consid¬
eration of the many difficult problems
relating to crime and the criminal
would be of great constructive value.
PRICE FIXING
By WILLIAM E. BORAH
U. S. Senator From Idaho.
TF THE government can fix the
A wages of a man on works-relief
projects at $19 a month and mo¬
nopoly can fix the price of what the
worker must buy in order to live, you
have pretty nearly squeezed out of
existence the manhood of the Ameri¬
can citizen. You have made him a
peon.
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