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I ♦«-« « 4 < -• -< 1 Gems of Peril By U.iZKL ROSS H.MLEY. >• • * •â- Â«â€¢Â«â€¢Â«â- â™¦-< SYNOPSIS. Mary IInrKiimf uinlrrtaki'.t to trup Th* Kly, «hoin aUe hr\\f\e» •â- frBint-d" Jirs. Jupllcr, ;tiid Intel' klilrd htm to Mm. IMpller. itnU lat.-r klllril liliii to krep htm from if lllng. \a bult she iiluiin to uM the fumouH .luplter ,:<'i'lilace, which th« iriuril<T<-r failed to K<'<. â- Sha Is aided by lloarn uf thi> .Star. Mary's nanre. l>lrk lluythfr, and til" Xitmlly, obju't to nuliirli-ly. Bruce Jupiter, ubnent inutiy years, re- turim from Kuruiw: with a wuniaii frlriid. HIa father orderK him "Ut and makes Mary hln holr. Hruce MWiars :o rout Mary, ilary and Dirk ijuarrcl be- cause Dirk is Jealous of Houeii and re- fuses to believe In Hie eilsteiife of The Fly. Mary Koes to Miami with Mr. Ju- piter un his yacht, the 'Vivpsy" because oUwen tells her The Kly will b»- at Hla- leah to see his horse run. CHAPTER XXIX. Marx tried to speak from a dry throat but couUl not. She merely nodded. She Trust get hold of hcr- Mi ". .she thought wildly, or she wjuld givi> the whole thing away. What was it (ieorge Bowcn hat' said? "Now's your big moment, Gloria Swanson, do your stuff!" She relax- ed, ->^nilmg a little. De Loma drew up a eht.ir at the Countess' urgent invitation. He said reprovingly, ".All that is pi.st, Louise. There are no titles in AmeiHoa, re- member." Was there a warning in his tone? .Mary could have .sworn his t; -ds were rrore significant than they appeared. "Nonsense," the Countess laughed. "There are mort here than in Europe nowadays!" Mr. Jupiter ate his dinii: r, paying no attention to the conversation. Ue Loma was not looking at Miiry After the first swift glance â€" did .she in-agine it or had hi.-; eyes .strayed to her throat, involuntarily seeking the nei-klace? â€" he gave his attention to tl..: Countess, chatting with her in a mi-nner at once reserved and intimate. Mary looked at Bruce to see how he V as taking it. He was calm t-nough. No trace of jealousy there, at least, apparent to the eye. The music started and with one accord the two stooti up lUid danced away, almost forgetting to excuse themselves in their absorption. The Countess was anxious to get De Loma away, or so t seemed. Bruce imme- diately turned to Mary and they fol- lowici the others to the danc..' floor. >fary's thoughts were racing. Once Rhe thought of throwing the- whole thing on Bruce's shoulders. . "There, is the man who killed your motherl" Bruce would be equal to the emer- gency ; he would know what to do. Anil ."he could run away and hide, where this trembling of the knees would not threaten to conquer her at ;.ny iiiinulc! If }?ruce had been a trill- more approachable she might actually have done it. But this fio- w\\ calm of his was more than she could break throuRh. There was no doubt in her mind that it was the same man she had Been at .Shay's. She would know him anywhere. The same smooth, sallow skin, the same jet black hair, the bold, black eyt?s, so curiously unwinking. It was disconcerting to meet his slaie â€" there was something' lapacious, in- human abapl it. And (his other puz/.le, of his ai'- quaintance with the (/.uiitess. Where had those two iaiown each other? The Countess was making her first visit to .America, ostensibly, and .Marv knew definitely that America had been the scene of operations of The Fly for several years past, at least! Was the ('ountess anothei' whom he had taken in at .;ome time or nthei? Or was she, as the asliile Bales assort- •d, a criminal herself? Mary stabbed at the frozen fiuil.s in her ice uiis<'eiiigly. .She was so ub- •orbi-d that it dis<-oncerted her when »he glanced up and saw her tabU; com- panions all looking at her. "\V1 tt is it?" she a.sked. '•'I'he C.'ountess lowered hei' eyes. •'Km iipie was merely saying that you look exquisite," she ;nurmiire<l Ihroat- ily. "Not at all the jeune (ille. It is |i«rhap>: the dress? Remarkable, the flair for dreK.s the young American workiivg woman possesses. Hy day, th(< grub, slaving away at the type- writing Diuchine . . . nt night, voila! She i.H a butteiriy, div^seil like a quct;n! Amazing!" 'I'he scratch was in ihal, a.' u.sual, tut Mary was saved from replying when De I/onia, sudilcnly leaning for- war-.l on his arms, asked bluntly: "Haven't we met beforu?" "YoJ were at Shay's, weren't you?" Mary laughed. "If I'd known thenâ€"" '•Known? Known wh»t?" "Why, that you were a coiint, of course!" She held her lower lip with her teeth, n.i if to control her amuse- Kciit. "We thoue^ht you were aâ€" « l»cket<?cr! We practically rar from the place. Uiilii't you notice 11?" The Innocent confusion that showed i: hrr face apparently aatisfied him, for he broke into a grin, and ttirned Ut the Count*«!> lo speak of soiiiethins lAtie. 'I'he munic bef;an again, a dreamy tangn this timn and to Mary's iiupri'e De l/)ma abruptly turnctt kaek to her agnin and a^ked bar to 4anre. She wai moving off with him, hit ISSUE No. 53â€"32 arm about her, her hand in his. It was ' . . , horrible. She, Mary Harkness, ii. the arms of this murderer, this i thief! For one awful instant she feit l.er knees give way under hoi. Then bhe was dancing, she felt the beat of the music, she wrencheii her mind away and kept it away fro:n the man t>eHide her. Graduelly the black, dizzy whirlpool before her eyes cleared. He danced beautifully . . better than any man she had ev;r danced with. A (pilck spatter of applause broke out as they finished. Ix>oking aubut in surprise, Mary saw that they were almost the only couple on the floor. Mr. Jupiter beamed upon her and Bruce applauded mildly. The Countess was twisting bread between restless fingers, aff"cting an indifference Mary knew she was far from feeling. The Countess professed a headai'he. "From watching those silly horses," Bruce remarked. "Never again for me!" "You should have worn glacses," De ma chided her, taking a pair of colored lenses from his pocket and offering them to her. "You will need these if you are here long. The sun- lijrht is very strong." "Give them to Miss Harkness," the Countess grumbled. "She is the one who takes us there. She likes the races; I do not." "You like racing?" He Loma asked quickly, looking sharply at the girl. Mary shrui^gt d. "It is a famous track, and I had iiover seen a race. I uon't like it much, no. Why should I? I bet on the horse everyone says will win, and he falls down. I have hardly the luck to make a racing en- thusiast, should you .say?" "Ah, the clumsy fool!" De I/jma exclaimed. "She's a jinx, that hor.se. She always rings me bad luck. Well, sho won't any more, damn ler!" "Why don't you change her name?" Bruce suggested indifl'erently. "Some- times that helps." Mary knew the remark was inno- cent, but she hold her breath. De Lom;. might not Uike it so. She be- gan to regret that Bruce had not been taken into confidence about the iden- tity of the man they were after. Fear- ful of Hruco's lieadstronj; inii)ulsive- i.es.«, ;;he and Mr. Jupiter liiul decidetl to keep the essential fads from the younger man for a while. But he i.cjld hardly have made a more unfor- tunate remark bad he really intended to. And as if that were not enough, hi' blundered on: "La .Mosca! Why, Ihaf.'^--" Quickly, desper.itely, Mary i;et her French-heeled slipper on hi.s foot and stepped â€" hard. Bruce looked at her angrily, his mouth open to protest â€" but .something in hoi- face stopped him fortunately. "Y'-iS, yes!" she teased, "that's the horse you lost your money on. But you needn't insult Mr.- t'(,ur:t De Loinsi." She was almost shivering with relief that he had no: gone on and said what she gues.sed he had started lo say â€" "that's Italian for The Fly." Once that \ord was sioken, she knew the jig would be up. De Loma would never believe that was accidental. Bates, who had been smoking and i<lly looking out over the harlor. now shifted lazily in his chair. "Oh, is La .Mos<-a your h )vse?" he asketl. De I/oii,a i.iokeil fiom Hruce to Hates and back again. He \as taut as ;; spring, Mary could see suspicious. She c.fiild hear the beating < S her own 111 art in the tei..se silence. ".She was," De Ix)nui answered after u moment's hesitation. "You've sold her then?"' Bates spoke lasuiilly, apparently without interest. ".She has bwii shot," De 1/oma snap- ped. Kveryone at the table stared nt him, De l,om» caught himself up ijuickly. "The injury," be explained suavely, "made it necessary." Mury looked into her plate, not daring to lift her hot eyes lo the man's fare. Yes, what he said was the truth; but it was not the injury sustained on the track that had made death wel- come to the courageou.s little animal! he had taken a bad tumble but she had strutrle<l to her feet again and ran the race out, game to the core. .4nd sho had not even limpod! No, what lin.l made it necessary to ahool her was what happened lat«r, in the paddwk, Mary knew. 'De I;onia kicked hell out of her." "She must ha\e cost you a good bit tothiy the throaty voice of the Coun- tess munnured. "Too much!" De Loma grittetl. Out of tlio corner of her eye Mary thought she saw a dark-visat^ man who hai'. been hovering about the door beckon to Dn lA>ma just then, but .she could not be sure. She looked about caaually, but the man <^ad turned his back. He seemed to be i)oring over â- omething h« held in his hand. Then he put noniethlnit In hi* vest pocketâ€" perhaps a fountain pen. De lionia had risen to go and she did not want to stare. "We will aee you again?" tiie Coun- lesr a.'ked. A Traveller Views England After Twenty Years Absence A fieir twenty years 1 have seen ling- laud again, and I am not disappointed. All the lovely things 1 remembered and Ijopcd to see once more are still there and have remained the same. It Is as though 1 bad returned to gaze upon an exquisite tapestry that had. hung for many centuries la the same honored place Here and there a thread has been broken or worn away, perhaps, but It has been re- pairod so thoroughly that the design Ig undisturbed. The oackground was put in with such solid, painstaking, ef- fort that It has stood ibe test of years; and. It tears have sometimes dropped on those closely worked stitches, the gold and silver threads bare not been tarnished. Looking at London with eyes that had longed for many years, 1 did not search for nor count the new build- ings: in fact, I must confess that there were some of which 1 was not even cognizant. This sort of progress has been going on all over the world and there are some ot us who absorb the results unconsciously. Regent Street has maintained Its crescent and the flower womeii still rest their baskets of fragrance at the feet of Eros. Struc- ture by structure a more modern set- ting Is being built around Westmin- ster, but those delicately wrought pin- nacles, ethereal against <he smoky London sky, still grip ones heart; for, unless a frame Is so unfitting as to be noticeable, the picture remains undis- turbed. The morning sunlight still plays upon the fountains in Trafalgar Square and on the steel gray wings of pigeons wheeling around the base of Nelson's Column. In Kensington Gar- dens the sheep move lazily as ever be- neath the trees, cropping the grass as they go, and one may still Imagine the music of a pastorale or the far-nway echo ot Peter Pan's voice, calling. I shall not soon forget an awakening one morningâ€" the first morning lo London. Our windows looked out to Whitfhall Court and very early, while the light was still I'aint, f heard the sound ot bagpipes skirling. .Nearer and nearer it came along until 1 was Impelled to run to the window. Along the street, his tartans swirling around him, came a stalwart piper,' followed by a detachment ot red-coated guards. Thep kept perfect formation and marched with all the pomp and cere- mony of the centuries that lie behind the pageantry of London. Not even the sonorous chiming ot Big Ben. close at hand, had thrilled me more. The changing of the guard at Buck- ingham Palace still goes on. I saw the gay scarlet of the uall'orms mass- ed against the background ot those drab old walls and I heard the band play. I watched tlie orderly crowd of men, women and cbildroii lined up out- side the iron rails and galhered around the entrance. It interested me, having witnessed less tactful methods In other countries, to notice tho good- humored English "Bobbie" admonish the crowd when tliey pressed In too closely toward tho big gates. Every- one opened up again with pleasing grace, as he waved thorn back Into place, lie did It with a slight motion of his band and a smile on bis face. I like these London policemen; they are friendly souls, ready to give you In- formation or prepared to stretch out a protecting hand whcu the traffic surges too heavily. While 1 am on the suhject of the De Loma came round the lablo and siared at Mary, unsmiling. "1 shall hope to dance with you again." he said politely. "Thank you. .Shall you be at the fete'."' "That's a dale!" he said. '"I .shu.l be there!" (To be continued.) handling ot trafflc, I would like to com- ment upon a condition that Impressed me very much â€" the absence of "don'ta" in the traffic rules. This Is not peculiar la London; my companion and 1 observed It all over England. .Motorists are requested, not command- ed; admonished, not threatened. Even the signs on the road are worded po- litely. A reckless driver of the most hardened caliber would find it Impos- sible, 1 think, to resist the appeal: "Gently, please." We had previously decided that the most Interesting way to renew our acquaintance with the English coun- tryside would be to hire an automobile and drive ourselves whither we would. The courtesy shown us by our fellow motorists was most gratefully re- ceived, for we were conscious that this was our first experience in many years ra Superb Quality . . Always SALAD TEA^ "Fresh from the Gardens'* Bell-Ringing in Italy Wheu you come to think of It, it is really astounding jo • much iodlvldu- ality mere Is la hells and bell-ringing throughout Italy. L'sed as we are to the peals and the well-ordered tradi diffe in every !:y mu\ towu \'.r! -^ lian bellringir.g is int to be toiifoui..;- ed wi . Florenilne Oellrliigii.g, ai:y more than the note of th-,- M. laiigoua could bd mistaken for the voice of r'.;e of driving on the left-hand side of the lions of bell-riuging In England, per- major bell ot the Duorao In Flnrence. road. We left Ix>ndou with the feel- baps we are apt at lirst to he a little Ing that everyone traveling toward, or with us, would be Instantly aware of our Inexperience and perhaps consider us objects of annoyance. But a few miles brought us reassurance Before long we gave ourselves up to the Joy of the mo.Tient. Could any- thing be lovelier than England In Sep- tember? The trees were green and leafy, with no suggestion, as yet, of winter; for the seasons still seem to come less violently here than in some parts ot the world. Not until we found ourselves much further north did we discern any yellowing leaves. The quiet, low-lying meadowj of Bucking- contemptuous of what seoffls to be the harum-scarum Jangling of be!!a In Italian towns. Uiit hearken patiently and eventually you will fled something like order emerging out of chaos and. before you know it. you will find your- self becoming foud of what you first regarded as Dolhing but a cacopho- nous din. The bells are unnilsiakably different In tone from English bells. They are nu. so mellow and, as a matter of fact, some of them are positively harsh and raucous. Not a few of them are cracked and hoarse. But, in some subtle way, they lit into the picture as nothing else could and you would miss I them terribly were they silenced. The [method, of ringingâ€" or. perhaps, you prefer to call it the lack of methodâ€" barashlrc and O."([ordshlre looked so verdant that we wondered It we had forgotten their green, or if they were more green this year than ever before. We meandered through villagesâ€" re- Joicing to find familiar landmarksâ€" | ,.|u„h n„ .,,.,,., .,* .. ,, ZT passing tho lovely old ivy-covered ''''^"^,'^°;^°^^''°^^ °'^. ^â- ^'â- "'^^ houses of Chalfont St. Giles and ^l^^TctJlTrt' "",' '""' """^ unspoiled red brick and timbered cofl 1°"'" l.*-^^^^'^ '"-"^ ""^^ ''""^ "°"^- tages of Wickham End, There was i "'" ' '°"''^' â- '°^°' - a common where I had once, as a little child, galhered wild foxgloves; and still farther along a signpost, pointing to a footpath across the fields, remind- ed us of a place where we had both spent many happy hours. And so oa all the way to Oxford. We found no perceptible changes here. Perhaps we did not look for them. We seemed to be, as it were, turning the pages of a well-loved book. We knew so much of It already by heart that we were sure ot the enjoyment to be found on each page. it seemed fitlinjft^hal nightfall should find us in Stfatford-on-Avon, the little town that nestles in the very Uom. â- ! jell.i. a^ain. are every bit as individual In toi;e, and the man .n- iu which they a-e :"ing, as are the bell-: of either Fl-ea.e or Venice. Whether it be tlie .Vlaraugona's deep-t'i routed crash that seuds Saint .Ma.k's plgecuj circliug upwari^f.-om the Piazza, o! w eth ;r i' be tne snarling roai ol lh» great hell !a Oio:io.- .ov.-er, with %\'. thj lesser belU 2t Florence followius in chorus, I'.allan ball music addi much to the Mniplex charm of th« laud. At bau Sepoicro the campani.i and bells make a veiy characteristif feature ot the *.o^::, and ono is glad tc hea;- the me:ci:'c clanguor as mats times a day as it yleases the ringn-s to pull the r-jp?,;.â€" From "Do-vn th< Tiber I Up :-3 Ron ," by Haro.'.' Donaldson Ebe.-!',-in, tjeoftrey J .Marks Frank A. WalUs. "Oh come you home of Sunday When Ludlow streets are still .And Ludlow bells are calling To farm and lane and mill. "Leave your home behind you. Your friends by field and" town; Oh. town and field will mind you Till Ludlow tower is down." â€" Gwen Castle, In The Christian Science Monitor. The Future of Britain By STANLEY BALDWIN There are times when you think heart ot England and yet belongs tol-^"" t^^" ^^e some way ahead, but I all the world. To sleep In au old|''''°'' "i® '°^^^ ^'l^o says he can see four-post bed, in a room with lattice window.s, appeared a right culmination to a day into which so many memories had been crowded. We found ourselves, one Sunday evening, beneath the turrets and bat- tlements ot Ludlow. We walked through the quiet streets of the little town that still appears to shelter un- our steps led us to the footpath that follows the outer line of the castle. In contrast to the peaceful valley of the Teme, these mighty stoneworks tower- ed above us like cliffs and we were re- minded ot the part this groat castle had played in the history of the Bor- der. Gradually the dusk crept over the Strotlon hills beyond the river and the shadows deepened beneath the arches ot the old stone bridge. Little groups of people passed us. sauntering; a band of vouihs, a mother taking her small flock home to bed; an aged couple, a boy and girl, arm in arm. Wo felt ourselves slipping into place with those people and once again we felt ourselves a part of England. Waiting there in the twilight, we some way ahead Is a charlatan We must not begin to think what we. are going to d i in the future un- til we have got this country a great deal straighter Lhan it Is now. We have got our economic policy through as a national government in a way we never could have got it through as a party. We have got it der those dominant walls, and then working now with the approbation New Gloves A Romance? of practically the whole country, and for that reason it la very unlikely to bo upset by any future government unless it tails of its purpose. If it fallsâ€" well, then 1 cannot see what lies before this country. Every- thing, except what we have done, has been tried, and the attempts have all ended in failure and in dis- aster. Don't let names distract you. There are things happening in the indusliT ot the world today that vlll undoubtedly lead in the course ot the next generation to some form of con- trol, and International control. Don't run away with the idea that this Is socialism. Socialism has no mean- ing today in the economics of this country. First roliticianâ€" "I suppose you have said things that you were sor ry for?" Second Politicianâ€" "Oh. yes, bnl I have always managed to show that 1 was misquoted." Each o( the unemployed mei. to Bo- livia Is entitled to obtain from the Gov'-rnment the gold w.islung rights ot five acres in La Paz area. _j Wit is au unexpected explosion thought. ol Kumor baa It that Mr. "Tanan" Johnny Welssmuller. the fam .» swimmer^ Is a great deal In the company of Lupe Velez, screen stai Here we tee hini teaching the Lupe to cycle. Fredcrleton, New Krunswiik. â€" Creamery butter prodiicliou ii. New Brunswick In September amounted to 217,P00 pounds, an increase of 63.2 per cent, over tho output of Septeml>er, 19SL The increase for the nine months to September 30 amounted to 10.6 per cent, production being 2,140,926 pounds. * Montreal, Quebec. â€" For the Bist time In lis history, the iwrt ot Moiit- it'Al is shipping pitch in quantity, 3,- oOO tons having recently left for Fiance, where it Is lo be used in the manufacture of briquettes. Tlie port of Tomnto hag also shipped L^'«S ton.s lo France ia recent weeks. -Mystery ^-isves. fashioned ot extra thin b-ack silk lace, are all the rage In Parfs at the moment. They are said to enhance the whiteness of arms aud haiitis. Map Making Today iVakiug a map of the world is m longer simply a matter of cloistered draftsmen, difticulties encountered bj the National Geographical Society iu completing their recently published world map demonstrated. Stopping the presses three times In the final weeks of publication ot the map in order to make changes neces sitated by new developments ia tb« complicated maze ot international re- lations, and by unexpected changes in names of cities, was only one of in- numerable obstacles faced in tin. society's task of trying to make an up- tothemlnute pkiurizalion of the w orld. Probably the most trying task ot tho numerous preliminary details, the tociety said, was that of obtaiuing the correct spellicgs ot names of ciUes and countries. The Japanese Embas- sy, ou one occa<i-.in. in order to deter- mine whether a final "O" should be placed on the wjrd "Manchukuo," was forced to cable halt way around the world The answer was "yes." Mauy Dames, which have been t'.i- niiliar to the worlj at large for cen- turies, fall to appear on this latest map. In their place appear other names, unrecognizable to most people. For example. Nizhni Novgorod.' lamed for centuries as a great Kussian city, now appears as •.Maxim Gorki. ' Tho Hague is now " s Uiaveuhage.'' although the former name is lisle. l in parenthesis to help the reader. Swyr- no Is listed under iu newest name "Izmir." The physical piohlom of print ing llio map and disirilniling It was iu it- self no mean task. .More than forty- two tons of a particular kind of paper were used in making it. and more Hunt 0,000,000 Impressions were made, dur- ing which process the sheets Iravclni an estimated total ilistance of nioro than 2,569 miles. .\ early two ton* ot special Inks were used. "What do you think i.i our mMral tablets?" asked Ihe caUuMlral verger, "Waal," drawled the Americai visi- tor," "I put a penny in the box f.'cr there, but nothing came out; so 1 guesa I didn't gti a chance to try them."