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AS SHE IS SPOKE
Teacher—1 am very disappointed
in the way your son, Jimmy, talks.
Only today he said: “1 ain’t never
went nowhere.”
Father He did? Why, the young
whelp has done traveled twice as
far as most kids Ids age.—-Success¬
ful Farming.
Fresh From the City
Farmer Lucie Wliy are you so
frightened by (lie baby -chicks?
City Nephew 1 heard you telling
auntie this morning that the baby,
chicks were learning to scratch.
Not Normal Anyway
Pop--When f was a lad 1 never
was naughty like you are so often.
Son- What was. the matter, Pop?
Was you a delicate child?
Putting on the Looks
“Why do you always look so
gloomy ?”
“A gloomy man avoids many a
hard luck tale.
Plenty of Time
“My uncle left over 500 clocks."
“Indeed! It must have taken
some time to wind up his estate.'
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RICHARD HOFFMANN
Copyright by Richard Hoffmann
WNU Service
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 wSaithy 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 IV
— 8 —
Thursday
Hal had some difficulty reaching his
friend next morning, and It was near¬
ly one when he brought Kerrigan down
from their room to see what he’d got.
“Really ought to look at It first
through an old snapshot negative,” said
Hal. “Your eyes do better If you take
these things gradually.”
It was a great locomotive of a car—
a certain high erectness, the small
hubs and the spindly spokes proclaim¬
ing venerabUlt.v; but deep green and
bright brass, the pale taupe of the up¬
holstery, the miniature lamps beside
the doors, with n little red star in eaeh
side-glass, made its venerahllity that
of an aristocrat who could ignore the
fickleness of styles. Kerrigan looked
and tils eyes softened affectionately.
“Shades of Dempsey and Willard," he
breathed. “What Is It? A Martin
day-bomber without the wings?"
“Nineteen twenty-three,” said Hal.
“Belonged to the mother of one of the
directors and never been driven over
forty. Cared for like an only child.
Look at that upholstery.”
Kerrigan looked and stroked. “Kings
ride on fabric less rich,’ he said. “They
left the engine In it, I s’pose. But
why Texas license plates?”
“Only ones they had bandy. Thought
It’d be Interesting to drive from Mich¬
igan to California with Texas plates
and a New York driving license. But
the motor'# sweet—sweet’s a nut.”
The solid, multiple chunk of the
closing door drew an exclamation of
awe from Kerrigan. He said. “You
don't think I’ll be embarrassed, rid
Ing up so high?”
“You’ll find you see more of the
country,” said Hal.
“Right over the heads of the
■ crowds that gather: true, true. It's
a wonder we’re alive. Tell me more:
how much does the museum want
for It?”
“Three hundred. And the tires,
look at the tires—made of rubber,
they are, and practically new. And
everything works: the speedometer,
j even the cigar lighter.”
“What's the railing up on top?
Widow’s walk?”
“No, that’s the laundry yard," said
Hal. “Colonel, If I didn’t know you
so well, I'd almost think you were
making fun of—of. .
“Chucho! there—y’see?" said Kerrl
■ gan. "You've gone and bought us a
car and don’t know what to call it.
S’pose the others had come before it
was named. The Ignominy! We bet
ter go, up and throw out a horn from
the qijitrt an old old dog-fancier lef;
In m.v pocket this morning. Got to
christen it.”
“Drink?” said Hal. “At noon?
Kerrigan, what d’you think I am?”
Kerrigan’s eyes were merry. “Just
about wlmt you seem,” he said, tnk
ing Hal’s elbow and turning him
round,
“Rasputin” had become the car's
name by the time the travelers were
ready to start. They were shown
Rasputin in ills timeless green-and
brass distinction. John smiled loftily,
rocking back on bis heels as If he were
taking the air on the deck of his yacht;
and Mrs. Pulsipher made a little ex¬
clamation of surprise, clasped her hands
Id front of her as if to be sure she
% wouldn’t touch the paint, and gave Hal
a'look of Interest and ''espect.
“Oh. it’s elegant,” she said. “Oh my.
it’s beautiful.”
Barry and Sister Anastasia came up
and Barry’s look ran out to Hal in un¬
guarded confidence. She came to his
side to admire, and her low voice said.
“Ah. it's a sweet old thing.”
“Like it?” said Hal, showing her his
pleasure.
"Mm." she said. "It’ll be fun. won’t
it? And we can light the little carriage
lamps sometimes, can't we?”
Ha) chuckled at her more delightedly
than he meant to. "Bet.we can,” he
said. “And you shall have 'em—ro
keep—when we get there.”
She looked at Ills lips, then up at
-tils eyes—securely, expectantly,-on the
| point of letting him pass another of the
| intangible defenses. But then she said
j >nly "Whr q.^- -«-e start?"
CLEVELAND COURIER
“Because that miserable fella Crack
Isn’t here,” said Hal, and the brief con¬
fidence that had lain between their
eyes lost Itself.
Barry turned her back on the others,
slipped her hand lightly Inside Hal’s
arm, and he crooked it as they took a
slow step or two away.
“How long do you think It should
take to Los Angeles?” Barry askeJ
him.
Hal returned the gravity of her eyes,
all the while conscious of the casual
resting of her hand on his arm, as if
sensation paused throughout his body
except just there where she touched
him. And he wasn’t sure he wholly
matched her casualness as he said:
“I hadn’t figured it closely. It's
about twenty-five hundred miles. Six
days would be fairly brisk. Why,
Barry? Do you want to hurry?”
Her look coolly disavowed any plea
for herself. ' “You won’t anything
say
If I tell you why Sister Anastasia”—
her low mention of it was quite as
lyric, tender, as the nun's had been—
“is going to the Coast. She has a
brother—at the Santa Barbara mission.
He’s dying. He wants tier there before
he dies—to forgive him for something
wrong he thinks he did to her a long
time ago. She’s so patient, so good, so
—humble isn’t the word, because that
sometimes means things not always
brave and fine. She wouldn't say any¬
thing to you, but It's so much to her.
I'm sure she hasn't heard anything for
a long time. She doesn’t know whether
he’s dead now."
Hal wanted to keep her hand touch¬
ing his arm until he found the remark
that would open some small slit of in¬
timacy In her thoughtful, faintly anx¬
ious look. Rut all he said was, “D—n
that Crack.”
She watched him an instant longer,
as if she expected him to say some¬
thing else. Then she looked down at his
mouth: her hand slipped from his arm
and she turned round.
And d—n me, too, he said to him¬
self, for letting that minute get away
from me. What is it comes over you,
Ireland, you yokel?
Lunch was not only eaten but di¬
gested, the luggage was ail up on the
widow’s walk under a spanking new
tarpaulin, and still Crack hadn’t come.
A high clock somewhere round the
“Had to Telegraph New York. Busi¬
ness. The Answer Was Slow
Cornin' Back.”
corner struck four times. Hal, squat¬
ting on Rasputin’s roof, murmured
'Let’s down to Kerrigan, “H—1 with him.
leave his bag and It is fare and
shove off.”
Casually Burry said. "I don’t think
that’d be fair—to leave him. do you?"
“Why not?" said Hal. “If we make a
couple of hundred miles before bed¬
time, we might he one night less on
the road.”
Conviction backed up Barry’s casual
looking at Kerrigan, and Hal’s ob¬
stinacy rose.
"But suppose—' Barry began, and
Kerrigan interrupted. “Here he comes.”
Barry lifted Doe under her arm and
got into the car without hurry, as if
her stand about Crack hadn’t really
mattered to her. Hal vaulted to the
pavement as Crack came up. and said
to him, “Any day this week, young
fella. Where the devil have you been?”
Crack flushed. “Awfully sorry.” he
said. “I got delayed, awful sorry." His
hand came from his jacket pocket and
he dropped his look modestly ‘o
watch the golf-ball fall to the
pavement and bounce lip to his hand
again. Then, as if Hal were the only
one to share an understanding of the
ways of the world, he said. "Had to
telegraph New York. Business. The
answer was slow cornin’ back."
He wasn’t as young as he superfi¬
cially looked, Hal decided; It wasn't
only his old-fashioned air—straight
brushed hair and jacket buttoned high
to the small opening—that gave him
maturity. And whatever bemused his
light, drowsy eyes remained private
to them not wholly through shyness.
Telegraph New York on business and
wait for an answer. . . .
It went through Hal’s mind, quickly
and vividly, like something he had
thought of before and forgotten, and
there was no pause before he said,
“Get in. Your bags up."
Crack looked up at the rack, then
along the length of the car. immune
to hurry.
“Nice car,” he said shyly, as if he
knew something about it that Ha!
didn’t.
They had gone 20 miles westward
when Pulsipher gave a lost wail of
dismay. “That man—tha—that man.”
“Good Gad, sir what manT asked
Kerrigan.
“He’s not here,” John said, his des¬
peration rising. “We left him behind.
That driver. That Miller. Our fares.”
All previous discussion of the mat¬
ter—of Miller’s dismissal and Hal’s
possession of the fares—had flown past
John’s ears, it turned out. And as
Kerrigan explained it, among eager
oh’s and ah’s of understanding, Hal
became aware that he had undertaken
responsibility of a sort here. Where,
forty-eight hours ago, he hadn’t given
a Continental whether any of them
got anywhere or not, he was now be¬
ing trusted to land them all in Los
Angeles safe, soon, and at no further
expense. It gave him an odd feeling
near the pit of his stomach—not to
be defined at all—before he forgot it
Dusk came early because of the
shredded-cotton comforter of cloud low
tinder the sky: and when they turned
south at Coldwater for the Indiana
border there was a warm rain-smell¬
ing breeze. It was dark when they got
to Fort W&yne, and while they were
at supper there was a splatter of rain
flew at the window.
It was agreed to push on a little
farther, giving the weather of night
a chance to make up its mind. And
promptly It made up its mind to
drench water down upon the world.
A pair of brilliant headlights moved
toward them through the dark rain:
a truck and trailer, enormous, with
wide toplighfs and a line of little
green crystals along Its side. Hal
eased the accelerator farther, bending
forward to keep track of the road's
edge. Then, made startling as physical
assault for all its quiet. Crack’s whis¬
per sounded behind him: “Stop it—
brakes: easy!" There was nothing to
see—nothing; but Hal gave the brake
pedal intermittent touches, cursing the
groundless authority in that whisper
as he did it. The headlights thundered
past, and there in the rain-streaked
glare close ahead, a figure in a gleam¬
ing poncho rode a bicycle. Hal swung
aside for him, feeling a confused emp¬
tiness hold his chest for an Instant,
telling himself he was finished with
that uneasy premonition, that sense
of portent. He partly turned his head
to ask Crack, "How the deuce did you
see him?” Crack didn't answer at
once; after a little, his whisper came,
drowsing again In shy satisfaction:
“I—I just sorta—saw him.”
*It was near ten o’clock when they
came to Huntington and they would
have been ready to spend the night
there even if, at the first corner, they
had not seen a white sign proclaim
"Tourists” on the lawn of an old
house. The cheerful, untidy young
woman told Kerrigan in loud surprise
that she had two double rooms and
three singles and failed to keep en¬
tirely cairn before the coincidence that
these accommodations would fit them.
With the luggage down and in, Hal
managed to divert her mind to
thoughts of where the nearest garage
was—one where he might find a me¬
chanic and a grease gun.
“I’ll be right back.” Hal said to Ker¬
rigan. "See that everybody gets set¬
tled and book an early call—five
thirty, say."
But he wasn’t right hack. Thp elderly
night man at the garage found every¬
thing pretty dry and was delighted to
have some one to talk to. Hal got
away in just under an hour. The rain
had stopped; the air was refreshed,
good, almost cool, and the waning
moon rode silent over the last hurried
shreds of cloud. Hal found himself
possessed of a Juvenile eagerness to
get back to the house—an eagerness
out of all proportion to the chances
of Barry’s heing up, out of proportion
to the Importance of any slight scene
of challenge and adroitness that might
be between them If she were.
He tried the door and found it
locked. A dim figure came toward
the net curtained window, and Ha! haf
to put down a quick resurgence of
excitement. The door swung timidly
open and the untidy young woman’s
stage whisper scraped round its edge:
“They're all In bed. I waited up for
you. I’ll just lock up and show you
where your room Is. 1 was telling
Daddy how lucky it was you all could
just tit, some of you married and ail.
Daddy’s a great one for talking. You’ll
see him in the morning. He likes
strangers. Oh no. but you're going so
early, aren’t you, you won’t see him.”
And so on halfway up the stairs, where
she suddenly interrupted herself to
hiss a harsh "Shhhhh” at Hai.
There was a low light over the land¬
ing. Eyebrows raised, head •adding,
she stabbed her finger several times
at the first door. “Good night,” she
whispered loudly, like a conspirator.
Hal wished he weren't so wide
awake; he'd be sorry in the morning.
He opened the door gently, hoping
Kerrigan was too deeply asleep to be
disturbed. But the light from the
street lamp, striking upward on the
white eeling. revealed a broad and
unoccupied double bed against the
wall. Good, thought Hal: I’ll read. He
pressed the door shut with less care,
shot the bolt under his hand, and
found a light switch on the wall at
first stroke. The light clicked on. and
only then he heard a breath quieklv
caught behind him in the room. He
turned, and Barry’s blue eyes, with a
gleaming rim of wet along each lower
lid, were wide and anxious on him.
(TO BE COMIMED)
Migrate* Easily
Home to the coyote is wherever he
digs his den. He migrates easily and
upon slight provocation. Coyotes mul
tipiy rapidly. The litters are large
averaging five to seven puppies, which
look much like young # German police
dogs. With the coyote's adaptability
shrewdness, boldness, and ability tc
multiply, It Is possible they may ereD
tually inhabit the entire United States
QUOTES
COMMENTS ON
CURRENT TOPICS BY
NATIONAL CHARACTERS
PARTY DEFENSE
By JOSEPH T. ROBINSON
Senator From Iowa.
r A I 'HIS administration is being
subjected to intense criticism,
which is understandable consider¬
ing the approach of next year’s elec¬
tion.
Our President has been charged with
everything from communism to des¬
potism, and yet you cannot pick up a
daily paper that does not reflect a rise
in the stock market, an increase in
profits, a resumption of dividends; in
fact, every manifestation that tells of
a country bound back to prosperity. . . .
It is my belief that when history
writes its review of the legislation of
this congress it will be made clear that
the laws enacted were for the greatest
good to the greatest number.
REPUBLICANS COULD
By COL. WILLIAM J. DONAVAN
Prominent Republican.
'T'HE Republican party could
A reduce Federal payrolls mate¬
rially without injuring the service.
It could return direct relief to local
and private agencies. It could stop
the absorption of credit and capital
for public plans and programs, many
of which are dead before the final bill
can be paid. To sum it up. the Re
publican party could steer this gov¬
ernment back into those channels of
personal liberty, home rule, states'
rights and balanced authority which
have been demonstrated as dependable
during the last 150 years.
The Republican party can take a
definite, uncompromising stand for
those principles, standards and tradi¬
tions which have made this country
what it is and which cannot be ignored
without changing it into a different
kind of country. The issue fronting
us is clean-cut. Either we preserve
the United States as it was bequeath¬
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we depart for fantastic adventures iu
an unknown sea of guesswork.
CANADIAN RECOVERY
By R. O. McCULLOCH
Insurance President.
AS YOU know, at the present
l\ time we have cheap money,
and there is a great shortage in
heavy goods equipment. With low in¬
terest rates and a renewal of con¬
fidence. the stage is set for a com¬
plete recovery and the end of the de¬
pression. Great Britain is an out¬
standing example. She balanced her
budget and confidence was restored
there, with the result that there is
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unemployment has been reduced by
more than a million. Canada is a young
country which offers great opportuni¬
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people. I am convinced that we are
on the threshold of business expansion
greater than we have ever seen, and
that this will arrive as soon as con¬
fidence is re-established.
RADIO'S FUTURE
By GEORGE H. PAYNE
Federal Communications Commissioner.
radio in this country
1 practically entirely in the
hands of those interested solely in
its commercial aspects. . . .
No matter how honest may have
been the original thought, there is
fundamental danger in the idea, more
or less casually advanced, that the
broadcasting business constitutes a
fifth estate in qur government.
It is because the people, through
their government, will not tolerate the
creation of a fifth estate that they
have, in the exercise of their sovereign¬
ty, taken over the control of the air
and have passed the law regulating the
use of the air.
SILVER IN CHINA
By JAMES A. MOFFETT
Federal Housing; Administrator.
O QTRONG is international striving propa
ganda to place the
Washington silver policy in the
position of ruining China. The de¬
pression existing in Shanghai, suicides,
reduction in birth rate, floods, crop
failures and practically everything
detrimental which may occur seem to
be blamed on Uncle Sam and silver.
My impression is that China, as a
whole, is not as badly off as many
would have us think. Generally, it is
in better condition than a year ago.
Shanghai presents a totally different
picture, suffering from the collapse of
a real estate boom which was arti¬
ficially developed when silver went
down, and quite out of line with the
fundamentals existing.
SOCIALISM, COMMUNISM
By ALFRED E. SMITH
Former Governor of New York.
IT IS a great mistake to say we
I have a property or privileged
class in this country. Lincoln said
property is only the fruit of labor.
We have false prophets nowadays,
but we do not call them that. We call
them demagogues.
Socialism and communism stand in
violent opposition to everything we call
Christian and to everything we call
American. I for one don't think that
they will get very far in this country,
iiecause the common people have too
much braius and "Sense and character.
WNU Service.
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Y’ounger members of the audience
and grandmothers helped with cho¬
ruses of such songs of 50 years ago
as "Darling Mabel," “Running Up
and Down Stairs” and “The Girl ii
the Pinafore Dress.”
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