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Hx 4 of id 5 Itgi you ves more pleasure than thought tea could give SALADA" re Frosh I] pf B. BEGIN HERE TODAY Henry Rand, 55, a business man, is found murdered in a che ap hotel in Grafton. Police find a woman's hand- kerchief and the yellow stub of a theatre ticket. Jimmy Rand, his son, goes to Buf- falo, where the theatre is, The stub is traced to Thomas Fogarty, who says he gave it to Olga Maynard, a cabaret singer. Jimmy meets and Julls in love with Mary Lowell. Later he encounters Olga. She faints when she learns po- lice want her for murder. Mary, out with Samuel Church, a wealthy law- yer, sees Jimmy lift Olga into a taxi and misunderstands. Olga tells posce the stub and hand- kerchief might have come into pos- session of a man who "picked her up" two nights before the murder Jimmy receives mysterious warn- ines to leave Buffalo. Later he is followed and attacked by two men, from one of whom he wrests a black- jack and escapes. With 'Jimmy and Mary estraneed, Church presses his courtship for Mary tkrouch her mother. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XX. Jimmy Rand awoke the next morn- ing with a viole: t headache, effects of the previous night's encoun- ter with his two mysterious shadow- ers. His ear was swollen; he ached in every muscle. He lay in bed longer than usual, turning over in hig mind the jumble of events that had erowded in on him during the last few days, trying to put some semblance of order to his! chaotic thoughts. The landlady knocked at his door and, when he opened it, handed him a letter. "It just came, Mr. Rand." It was a special delivery. She hesitated a moment and then she said, "I--1I sort of thought you might not be feeling well this morning, Mr. Rand, after last night, and I fixed some breakfast for you. Ill bring it right up." "Thats mighty kind of you, Mrs. King, I'm sure. You shouldn't have gone to all that trouble for me." He was a little uncomfortable in the face of this unexpected kindness. He sat on the bed to open his letter. It was postmarked Grafton and was from Detective Mooney. Mrs. King! found him with a puzzled frown on| his face when she returned with the breakfast tray. "I hope it's not bad news, Mr. Rand. She could not keep the curi- osity out of her voice. This new roomer of her, with his mysterious phone calls and strange encounters, was a puzzling proposition. He smiled. "No, Mrs. King. from an old friend in Grafton. Just telling me the news." "Oh!" She thrust her hands in y her apron pocket and left the room. Between bits «f buttered toast, my reac the letter again: "Dear Rand: I'm writing to tell you a new angle on this case of yours. It's the doggon-dest case I was ever on and it's got me nearly batty. You remember that the day clerk in the Canfield Hotel said the man who regis- tered for the room your father was found murdered in gave the name of H. A. Jones of New York. Well, the elerk shows up yesterday with word that he had seen this man Johes on $he street the day before, "He tried to follow him, but he lost Bim and came in to tell us about it. LAVOR Full of long LF delicious flavor and made of pure chicle and other ingredients of the highest quality WRIGLEYS Yenmes to you in perfect condition. "All of its goodness is sealed 26 the clean wax wra ed Sain It's He's Jim- The days work much 'WRIGLEY'S i susan and A LOT FOR' A NICKEL Jn been looking the after- | for ehim ever since. Now I think you're on a wild goose chase, sticking around in Buf- falo. This fellow probably has a pretty good reason for hanging around Graf- | ton, and that's where we'll find him if we co. "You're letting this Maynard wo- man kid you. She's in on this some- how, and that story of being picked up by somebody whe got her. ticket stub and handkerchief sounds pretty thin. Tl bet she knows who this Jones guy is and she's covering up for him. She never thought the thing woula be traced to her and she. had time to think up a yarn when the po- lice got her. My own private idea of this thing is that this guy Jones is operating some sort of blackmail gag and he uses a woman now and then to help him out. He answers the description of a man who's been doing that sort of thing in cities around this neck of the woous for some time. "In the case of your father he ran up against the wrong man and he got scared and killed him. You see if I'm rot right. You might think this is some kind of swild dream I've got, but I think I know what I'm talking about. At any rate, Mr. H., A. Jones isn't in Buffalo and 1 think you're wasting your time. Why don't you let them bring the Maynard woman back here and come back yourself? "Best regards, "MOONEY." "Mooney, you're dead wrong," Jim- | my said softly as he folded the letter. "If the man I'm looking for is in Grafton, how do you explain these warnings I'm getting to leave: town? And how do yougexplain that affair last night? No, Mooney, if H. A. Jones or whatever his name is, is in Graf- ton, then H. A Jones isn't the man | we want. He's right here in Buffalo, and I need Olga Maynard to help me find him." He finished his breakfast hurriedly and then sat down and wrote Mooney an answer, telling of the warnings and the attack of the night before. "Of course," he wrote, "you mustn't think I'm ignoring the possibility that H. A. Jones may be in Grafton. Keep i on looking for him. But there's a lot | going on here that I want to find the | reason for." * - * * | The days that followed were un- eventful. To Jimmy they were wholly | unsatisfactory. Despite the efforts I of Lieutenant O'Day and the best de- I tectives at his command, the solution to the identity of Jimmy's assailants on that eventful night was still as far away, apparently, as ever. And as for the man whom Olga Maynard mentiomed as having got hold of the ticket stub and the hand- kerchief, if he did actually exist and was not a creation of Olga's imagina- tion, he seemingly had succeeded in dropping completely out of sight. With Olga, Jimmy frequented the cabarets and roamed at night the brightly lighted downtown streets of Buffalo, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. "I don't know if that's the way to look for him or not," Olga told him. "But I saw him downtown once and he seemed to know a lot about the restaurants and theatres and other night life. I don't know how else to go abut it." "It's the only way," Jimmy agreed "unless I run into those men who followed me home that night" He had been greatly alarmed to learn that he was in danger. "You should go back to Grafton," she told him. "You'll be hurt--maybe killed--if you stay here." "How do you know?" he followed up quickly. "You talk as if you knew something about it." She appeared hurt at the suspicion in his voice, "I d6n't know why you ask me that --in that way," she answered. "What do the police think of it--don't they think you're in danger? Why shouldn't I think the same thing without being Sneed of knowing something about iL "I beg your pardon," he said con- tritely. of shouldn't have spoken that way. The fact is, though, I'm getting to be suspicious of everything and everybody." He didn't tell her that ooney had written, telling him that 0 man knows as H. A. Jones had geen in Grafton. 1 dont blame you for being suspicious of me," She turned het hi away from him as she spoke. it I thought somehow that you be- Heved me. No one else does, appar- 'Whether you do or you don't,! '| With cozy blankets, had told her of the episode and she) you should go back to Grafton, I don't want to sce you hurt." He studied her a long time. "Don't you realize," he asked her finally, "that if 1 go back to Grafton you'll have to go there, too? The district attorney consented to letting you go free tmporarily so you could help me find this man you told about. They'll be wanting to make an arrest soon. They think they have to to save their faces. Someone will have to stand trial pretty soon for this murder. If I go back now, it will be you." Olga appeared to be thinking this over. She bit her lip nervously and tears came to her eyes. "I don't care," Hg said softly, turn- ing to face him. "I don't care what they do to me. You go back. You've been kind to me--the only one who has, the only one who helped me. I don't want anything to happen to you." He flushed uncomfortably, not so much at what she had said as at the way she had said it. It suddenly oc- curred to him that a remarkable] change had come over this girl. That hardness of mannér which had char- acterized her on the occasion of their first few meetings had gone. The old air of defiance--it had amounted at times almost to brazenness--also wae missing. "You've changed a lot since I first met you," he said hesitantly, and her eyes dropped before his inquiring cok. "Are you surprised?" she asked. "Hasn't--hasn't what has happened been enough to change me?" "Troubles do sober us," he agreed. "I'm a different sort of person myself to what I was beforo this happened. But with you--I don't know--it's hard to understand." He was about to tell her that her very appearance had changed--that she was dressed differ- ently--more quletly--and was using less rouge. But he thought better of it. . "The old life doesn't interes: me any more," she said. "I don't know. Something inside of me has snapped since--" She stopped. "Since when, Olga?' It was the first time he had called her that. "Oh, since this happened," she an- swered evasively. They parted then, and he went home, vaguely troubled, * * » * The sun was shining brightly when he left his room the next morning, and thé air was cold and bracing. He had taken stock of his finances the night before and it hadn't been encouraging. "Less than $200 between me and starvation," he said ruefully, "If I don't get a job soon I'll be on my up- rers." There was clothing to buy, and his evenings with Olga, although not expensive individually, were making serious inroads. He was still firmly determined not to ask his mother or Janet for help. Tha cheerful aspect of the morning he regarded as a good omen, and task of job hunting. But it was just another morning of discouragemeng, and noon time found him weary and depressed. He told himself, "If I don't find something to kep me busy in the day time--something to get my mind off myself--I'll go crazy." He turned into a park and wander- ed absent-mindedly along the walks. The sun had taken the chill off the air, Office workers, out on their lunch- hour, were sitting on the benches, gos- sipping and laughing. "Thats what I need," he muttered almost savagely, "something to make me laugh." He plodded on, his hands thrust in his overcoat pockets, his head down. A squirrel jumped across his path and he idly followed the frisky little crea- ture with his eyes. Then he saw some- thing ahead of him that made his heart leap. On a park bench just ahead of him was a girl. She was sitting alone, resting her weight on her arm and looking down at the ground. There was something disconsolate looking about her, but that was mot why he had started so eagerly at sight of her. She was Mary Lowell. (To be continued.) pei Bed-Time Written for The Christian Science Monitor I like to go to bed, when it is night, all checked off \ with pink; (And great big pillows, oh, so soft and white! I like to lie awake, awhile, and think. I like to think about the pretty birds, And = the frisky squirrels, in the ark. And ne the loving Father. Mother, God, Is always staying with them, in the dark. 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He also found a species of camel with longer legs and necx than living varie eties and the remains of a small sloth, pocket gophers and field mice.--From "The Humane Pleader."! -------- Her Father's House She went to the House of God in her poor, plain dress-- She who had gone so humbly, so wistful-eyed; 'Mid the well-dressed throng in the busy traffic press, Hesitant, half abashed by the pomp: and pride, Appraising glances and cold, disparag- ing eye Found her too humble for notice, hurrying by. Hesitant still, went, Awed by the stately service, and! humble of heart. And, lo, as in deep contrition and need like a timid child she: Tablets fale Pro mpt relief from CODS. ...... SORE THROAT . . RHEUMATISM . , LUMBAGO .. .. NEURITSS . .. .. ACHES and PAINS Does not hom the heart she bent, Came the knowledge that cae in the splendour of life had part. She rose with her mean garb vanished. --in- purples drest-- A guest in a royal palace--a wel-- come guest. --Emil Bulcock, in tas Avstralian, -- Freak Libraries A library for men only, to which neither women nor books written by: women will be admitted, is to be: established in an Iowa town, The donor of this library is not, however, quite so original as he may have supposed. A woman was before him, ' This lady, a Russian, banned books by men. In 'the course of her life she accu- mulated some 20,000 volumes, all of them written by members of her own: sex. 'Libraries of this kind are interest- ing, but they have certain drawbacks. George Eliot and George Sand were. both women--will some librarian in a hurry be deceived by the masculine names and allow their works into the library for men only? And male auth- ors have sometimes chosen t win fame under' a feminine nom-de-plume, 'women, and women about men. 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