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â-º-•-♦♦♦•♦♦ ♦ *-♦-♦*â- * ♦-♦â- < Gems of Peril By HAZEL ROSS IIAIIBY. Story-Book Romance SYNorsis. nich olJ Mm. Juplt. ia rubhcil f...d murilereil ilunriK Ihc eiiKUKfinent parly • he glvm for her iifrrelary, Miiry linrk- iiein. )liir> 8 mupeg:-aie brother. UUdte, waa to huve been atlmllted at 'he intirder hour. Miiry tell.s her (iHiice. Dirk Iluy- ther, ^K^\i^ ai-rariKCM a rendezvous with the boy, but ovemlieiiw. lloweii of The Star drlveH -Mary to meet Kddle who Is run ilowii and kllleil an he rro»se» the street toward them l:o\veii tills Mary of a raretrui-k ^iitnhlor called The Fly *o whom her brother owed money. He Kives Mary a i-oat he found In he Jupiter house the titflit < f the murder. It Is her brother'a. CHAPTER XV.â€" (Cont'd.) "Oh, my dear, I've so muth to tell yor," Cornelia burbled rreathle.^sly t< Mary during one of the silences that fell like a blight on the dinner- table. It was ostensibly an aside, but sin'.-d a pin-f.'iil could have heen heard m the room, fhe miRht l.aw bten speaking into a microphon". "The grandest man, my dejr' Ethel n.et him, and she introducsj him." The two girls exchanged enrhanti>J glat.ri'K. "He's a marquis or soine- tl.infr, whatever it is they have in South .'.merica. Handsome, and .-'; â€" so brutal I He has what they say Pepfcy Hopkins Joyce's fn?;cination is, only the other way 'round, of cour.se â- â€"he looks at you as if you were tlie cnfy woman in the world!" Ethel nodded confirmation. "You know it's a line, but you .swallow it â€" and my dear, you love it! Positive- ly!" She sighed blissfully. Cornelia's veiled eyes held dislike. Mary was sure. The strain of playin? up to them was wearing on her, and no wonder. Vivacity was not Cor- nelia's manner and she did it badly. She abandoned it suddenly and turned en her friend with one of those quick changes of feeling which were charac- teristic of her. ".She's ga-ga about him. Sinip:y gone" she smiled wryly around th« table her eyes lingering on Dirk's. "I can't say as much my.self. After all he's stony broke and he was once a dancing teach.r or someth.ing, wasn't he? Well, imagine!" "But he gave it up!" Ethel pouted. "He .said the strain of holding up drunken debutantes was too hard on hin.. .So now he just sits in night clubs and sulks." She seemed to have run out of breath, and to be waiting for coin- msr.t. Mary was < nly half lis'p.-iing. ?>\\': had a funnv, fiii'-off fe;lin^ Vif .sne wcic not quite jircsent, or v.rre drear.) ing. She wa.; ."-ensitive to ev?ry move- ment, ev^ry expression of Dirk'.s â€" the rest was merely a backdrop for her own love drama. Mrs. Ruyther dutifully made con- veration. "You might have brought him along tonight. 1 should like to have met him," she remarked sur- prisingly. "Oh, he really doesn't rate that," Cornelia laughed. "I think he's a gunman. There's something rather â€" sinister about him. Heaven.s, thought Mary, he's prob- ably just some little gigolo of the Fpeakeasies, some collegiate "sheik" with a fiair for dramatizing himself. Had she ever been as silly as thene two girls now seemed? She was ex- actly Cornelia's age, but she felt much olderâ€" more like a scttltMl matron, nowadays. "He can't be broke if the nightclubs take him in," Mr. Ruyther observed. "Oh, well, not stony," Kthel rebuk- ed Cornelia's description. She shrug- ged a sulky shoulders at her friend. "She only says that because she's got bucketfuls herself. He just like her to step in and take him, just bccaus'.- ehe can, and leave poor little me out in the cold." Ethel's efferve-icence had its nadir, also, Mnry noted with amusement, in a .sulky ill-humor which must make n friendship with her a rackety busi- ness. Or was she merely fliittcrin,; Cornelia cleverly? Mary didn't know and really didn't care. Oh let the time go by quickly so thn; she and Dirk could go. "I don't want him" Cornelia sneer- ed. She turned abruptly to Mary. "Well when are you going to have another murder at your bouse?" Mary was completely taken aback. "My dear," Cornelia rattled on, "don't apologize. I haven't had such a good time in years." She turned to Ethel â- with a resumption of her vivnciom air but Mary felt the sting underly Ing her words. "Searched, if you cr^n believe it, by the best-looking policeman! Nothing ever happens at our house like that." She righctl. "We have to be content •with mar(|uises and such. Synthetic tl.rills. Just a hollow life of pleasure, n'etl ce pas?" She laughed, and rest- ed her head against the back of the chair laily, half-closing her eyes. In the uncomfortable silence that fdlowcd, broken only by Ethel's gig- gle, Dirk spoke to Cornelia for the first and last time during the meal. "Cut it, Con," he said. Cornelia's veiled eyes glittered an- grily for a second, but she made a quick recovery. She waved a negli- gent hand in his direction, and spoke ISSUE No. 37â€" '32 through a mouthful of ice, as if she had just remembered something. "Oh, Dirk, don't lei me forget to give you your lighter. It's in my c â- ,." she said lightly and flicked ma- li'cious eyes in Mary's face. Mary felt herself f.ush. Did Cor- nelia just think that up, or had DlrK really been seeing her? She would have liked to be a little girl again and fly at that .slyly triumphant face and scratch it. Instead, she lifted her water-glass witli steady fingers and rrayed that her face did not betray the way she felt. "Lighter?" Uirk -as saying in hon- est perplexity. "But I don't own a lighter!" "Dirk, my dear!" Cornelia protest- ed, in a small ;-hriek. "I gave it to you!" Dirk was obviously performing a feat of recollectio... "Oh, chat one! It'a been lost so long I'd forgotten 1 ever had it. Thanks! Thanks a lot!" It was Cornjlia's turn to flush now, and from the way the angry color beat in her cheeks Mary felt actual fear of her. She looked dangerous. And when a dangerously angry wo- man is coupled with several millions of dollars, almo.-!t anything c^n hap- penâ€"though Mary at the moment had n' clear idea what, nor had Cornelia, jerhnps. kilcr dinner there was no .oppor- tunity for the lovers to be alone, for Drk wis suddenly inspired to a colt- ish sort of gayety x.ilh the bubblin,T Ethel as playmi.te. They \valk;d im- aginery chalk-lines with a basket of gl.-ced nuts on their carefully poised loads, while Mrs. Ruyther pleaded for her expensive v^gs; they pummel- ed each other with I'illows and jug- gk.l mints and wax fruits from the sideboard. Mrs. Ruyt! tr looked faint- ly gray of countenance, as if she th ught her carefully reared son wao lo.dng his mind. No-Tr again, Mary guessed with iniusement, wo ild she t ve a dinner of this kind! Cornelia played Chopin wistfully in the music-room. It fi.ially becume ap- parent that no one was coming i.i to lean romantically on the piano nd she came out again sulkily, and sat down with her dress high, smoking furiously. Turning the pages of a magazine busily, she watched thc- breathless antics of Dirk and Ethel out of the corner of her eye. Mary simply .'â- at. It was all a play to her, which lid not amuse her much. Perhaps if .she looked sufficiently bor- ed. Dirk would take her home. .She had never liked her falher-in- law-to-be so nuuh as when he saiil, with a humorous quirk of the eyebrow which seemed to make them confi- dantes, "They tell me y()u''re not a tad cribbage player?" And brought cut the board. She was tired and .sleepy enough to drop before the girls went home. Cornelia won out simply by sitting on the davenport until Dirk fell upon it in sheer exhaustion, the inadcap Ethel and her grim-faced hostess having re- tired to effect repairs on Ethel's shat- tered stockings. Mary played crib- bage mechanically for what seemed hours, while Dirk and Cornelia smok- ed and held low-voiced comniune on the davenport. At last Cornelia rose. "Drive you home, ''on?'" Dirk asked. "No, thanks." Well, he'd asked, and perhaps that was all she wanted. .A.nd a moonlight drive with the bright-eyed Ethel for companion would have been sour fruit anyway. No onj mentioned the light- er, if it had ever existed. .Mary suffered Mrs. Ruythcr's goo<l night kiss with good grace. She thought there was a shade more en- thusiasm in that icy salute than usual, hut she couldn't be sure. Hatless, under the dim porch light, j her coat laid lightly about her shoul- ders, she looked like a nice, sleepy child ai.d not at all like the "veary, emotion-worn woman of the world she was feeling. But i.he couldn't know that. No wonder her future mother- in law's eyes rested on her with un- wonted gentleness. It was hard to re- member at the moment just what those "undesirable" matters were that had ste'jlc<l her heart against ihe girl until now. Mary caught the glance and thought ironically: "Wouldn't it be funny if she began to like me now that Dirk and I have (iiiarreled?" Her heart was heevy with premonition. Dirk's j.loofne.sH nil evening had utterly humbled her spirit. She was cure now that he had stopped loving her, that the way horn â-  he was going to fell her their marriage would be a mis- take. It was ridiculous, but how els" coi.Id she explain his terribly changed Thrill Makers Uarliara Itobbins (Irma Theo- lald in real life) makes a stage romance come true by marrying Robert Bell, her stage director. You and I have got n lot to talk about." Mary'.s heart skipped « beat. Now what did that mean? They passed the Jupiter gates as if they had not been there and .Mary saw that Dirk was guiding the car off the highroad onto the small road thnt led to the P>int, which overlooked the moonlit sea. (To be continued.) How to Not Pay Your Bills By Lewis Carroll "Only the tailor, sir, with your lit- tle bill," said a meek voice outside the door. "Ah, well. I can soon settle his business," the Professor said to the children, "If you'll just wait a min- ute. How much is it, this year, my man?" The tailor bad come In while he was speaking. "Well, it's been a-doubling so many I years, you see," the tailor replied, a little gruffly, "and i think I'd like the money now. It's two thous'iud pounds, it is!" "Oh, that^s notliiug!" tbo Profes- sor carelessly remarked, fceliug in his pocket, as it he always carried at least that amount about with him. "But wouldn't you like to wait just another year and make it four tliou."?- and? Ju.st think liow rich you'd be! Why you might be a king, it you liked!" "I don't know as I'd care about be- ing ft king." the man said thought- fully. "Hut it dew sound a power- ful Bisht o' money! Well, I think I'll waitâ€" " "Of course you will!" said tho Pi'ofcssor. "There's good sense In you, I see. (Joodday to you, my man!" "Will you ever have to pay biin that four thousand pounds?'' Sylvie asked as the door closed on the de- parting creditor. "Never, my child!" the Professor replied emphatically. "He'll go on doubling it till he dies. You see. It's always worth while waiting an- other year to get twice as much money!" Summer manner? She •limbed into the littltj coupe feeling like Mario Antoinette ' .ng to her doom. j But they did not quarrel â€" at lea.^l not then. Dirk settle . beside her with ' n comfortable sigh, adjusted the win- j <low, and gave her hand one hearty ! .=queeie before setting the little engine to thundering. "Sleepy?" he a.^ked. Mary murmured assent. "Well, don't go to itlecp yet, kid. This is the half of year to he 111 an old frame house. I want to go Where homely things are enough to see â€" Cows and trees and geese in i row. The sea's loo vast and the moun- tains high, .â- \nd Iho city loud -and the hills aro best. Hills that lie low beneath Ihe sky With room for clouds to go ovei the crest. ' . . I shall lie out there where the world Is wide, .\tid watch the loadet"., creaking wain Tip perilously down a mown hillside. And hear the silenco come up again. And I shall not count how the days accrue. Nor caro for sun or for crusted drouth. While the well Is deep, and Iho elder new. And Iho sweet grass drips from the horse's mouth. â€" Mary Finefto l.arber, in .New Yi,rk Sun. ♦ IN OTHER WORDS A f'hliie.se landed In England for the first tim*. At Dover an official asked hitn bis name. "Sneeze," replied Ihe Oriental. The customs otllcer stared hard at him. "Is that your native name?" he asked. "No." The Chinese shook his head. "I had It translated Into Kngleesh." "Then let's have your native name," persisted the officer. "Ah f'hoo It Is," replied the other. Jack O'Donnell in Kiks Magazine When the big, dangerous moment comes In the filming of a screen play the "star" steps aside aad lets a member of the "suicide squad," take the bumps. Billy Jones, rollywood'.s greatest stunt man, has never been known to refuse an assignment because uf the danger Involved. He has, however, refused to do stunts which his "sixth sense" baa told bim were impossible. And he has the distinction of never having had another member of the suicide club successfully do a stunt bo deemed Impossible. "I've seen 'em all," Jack Holbrook, a veteran "bumps," told me, "but none of 'em ever cut her so fine as did Billy Jones while they were shooting 'Dude Ranch' for Paramount. Billy has to jump out of a truck Just before a fast train hits It. Frank Tuttle, who Is directing. Is afraid that Billy will cut It too fine. So, he walks up to the track about 150 feet and puts down a marker. 'Now, Billy,' he says to Jones, 'when the engine gets right here you jump!" Billy says be will but I know he won't. So I go up the track about 50 feet and I make a marker. Then I tell Blly I know what he's up to, and I tell him he's simply gotta jump when the engine gets to my marker. "The camera starts to grind, the train comes along, doing the ball and jack, and Billy is crouching In the truck. The director's eyes begin to pop. Then the engine comes to my marker and still no Jones. Boy! My heart misses a beat. Still no Jones. I am petrified. "A split second later Jones dives out of the machine. There's a crash and a crunch, then no more truck. Jou-as is still in the air when engine and truck come together. The picture shows that. Jones had timed It to one- thousandth of a second." "That stunt was a case of timing," Jones explained. "Most stunts are simply that. Without a perfect sense of timing most of us wouldn't last a year in this racket. We've got to judge to a fraction of a second and sometimes to a fraction of an inch. In a pirate picture, I was supiwsed to scramble up the rattling GO feet above decks, grab a rope that dangled from the top of the main mast and escape my pursuers by swinging out over the water and dropping. When I came to do It, the rope slipped and I found my- self falling before I was clear of the decks. As I whizzed through the air I calculated that there was one chance in a thousand that I was out far enough to miss the rail of the ship. Everybody turned away to avoid see- ing mo splashed all over the deck. Even the camera man quit grinding. "An I came near the rail I drew in my chest and straightened out my toes. Whizz! I shot past that rail but so close that it tore the buttons off the costume I was wearing. When 1 hit the water I went down deep â€" so deep that before I could reach the sur- face 1 had to exhale and ship a lot of water." Jones had to think and act fast in a comedy called "Hot News," one se- quence of whch was taken on a high building. Jones and another stunt man â€" Johnny Sinclair â€" vcre working â- with piano wire, which doesn't regis- ter in films, attached to their safety belts. Now, while piano wire will liold sev- eral hundred pounds of weight so long as there Is no sudden jork. it will not hold a good-sized boy if it becomes kinked. And in the midst of the stunt, with Sinclair hanging bead j down, Jones' wire kinked. I "Grab my hands!" yelled Sinclair, j Jones managed to get hold of one ' of Sinclair's hands just as Ihe wire I snapped. "Your hand is sweaty and Im slip- Lowest Price in 15 Years "SALAM TEA "Fresh from the Gardens" au An Indian Builds His Birch Bark Canoe They launched forth In their primi- tive craft, which, as before Intimated, was the once noted birch bark canoe built by the hunter agreeably to the exact rules of Indian art. Few, who have never seen and observed the pro- cess of constructing this canoe, which, for the thousands of years before the advent of the white man, was the only craft used by the aborigines In navi- gating the interior waters, have any Idea how, from such seemingly fragile materials, and with no other tools than a hatchet, knife, and perhaps a bone needle, the Indian can construct a canoe so extremely light and at the same time so tough and durable. In building his canoe, which Is one of the greatest efforts of his mechani- cal skill, the Indian goes to work sys- tematically. He first peels his bark from a middle-sized birch tree, and cuts il in strips five or six inches wide and twelve, fifteen, or twenty inches long, according to the length and size of the designed canoe. He then dries them thoroughly in the sun, after which he nicely scrapes and smooths off the outside. He next proceeds to soak these strips, which are thus made to go through a sort of tanning process, to render them tough and pliable, as well as to obviate their lia- bility to crack by exposure to the sun. After the materials are thus prepared he smooths off a level piece of ground, and drives around the outside a line of strong stakes, so that the space within shall describe the exact form of the boat In contemplation. Inside of these stakes he places and braces up the wet and pliable pieces of bark, beginning at the bottom and building up and bending into form the sides and ends, till the structure has attained the required height. In this situation it is left till it is again thor- oughly dried and ".Il the pieces become fixed in shape. A light inside frame- work Is then constructed. The pieces of cured material are then numbered and taken down; when the architect, beginning at the bottom, la;>ping and sewing together the differ-'oi pieces, proceeds patiently in his work, till the sides are built, the ends closed nicely up, and each piece lashed firmly to the framework, which though of surpris- ing lightness. Is made to serve as keel, knees, and ribs of the boat. Every seam and crevice is then filled with melted pitch. The Indian then has his canoe fit for use; and he may well boast of a boat, which, for combined strength and lightness, and especially for ca- pacity of burden, no art of the ship- builder has ever been able to surpass, and which, if it bas not already, might serve for a model of the best lifeboat ever constructed, in these days of boasted perfection in marine arts and improvements. â€" D. T. Thompson, in "Tales of tho Canadian Border." ping!" Jones called to Sinclair. "I've gotta grab your hair, Johnny!" "Grab ahead!" called Sinclair. Jones managed to reach up with his free hand and take hold of his part- ner's thick locks. The strain on Sin- clair's scalp was terrific. But finally the two stunt men were pulled to safety. When Jones let go a handful of Sinclair's hair stuck in his hand. Seeing this Sinclair let out a yell! "You dirty so and so! Now I'll be baldheaded!" he. screamed. "And just to save a lousy stunt man!" Stunt men notoriously are under- paid. Often they risk their lives for as little as $25. The best pay Jones ever received for a stunt was $350. Then he had to turn over a racing automobilo while it was going 05 miles an hour! When deep sea sailors get shore leave they are apt to spend their free- dom piloting u rowboat about a lake. Stunt men are likely to be found div- ing off cliffs, hanging head down from high buildings, or shooting apples oft each other's heads. One of the classic pieces of foolish- ness indulged in by members of the suicide squad was the death-tempting ride Billy Jones and Edrlie Diggiiis took over a cliff near Hollywood. Jones and Diggins were joint owners of an automobile they had salvaged from a junkyard, christened the "Over- land Wonder"â€" tho wo der being that it would function. They were rolling along on Mullholland Drive arguing about which could stick longest in a car going down a mountain sideâ€" not a mountain road. "Betcha a buck I can stick longer than you can!" bet Diggins. "Betcha can't!" retorted Jones. At that moment thOj were driving along the most dangerous section of the road. To the right of the highway was a young mountain-side which lo- cation men usually select when a spot is desired on which to film a really dangerous scene. f "Well, hang on!" yelled Jones, turn- ing the car off the road am" over the side. Hundreds of feet below a picture was being made and somebody spied Che car coming down the hill. W'omen shrieked and men gazed at the sway- ing, bumping auto with horror in their eyes. Then the watchers below saw one of the men go flying through the air to land in the top of a tree. The other stuck to the car half a minute longer, then he too was thrown just a second before the machine landed on its back and burst into flames. The first man to 16ave the car was Diggins. But he swore to his dying day â€" he was killed a few months later â€" that he didn't jump; that he was. thrown out when the car bit that big bump. 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