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â-º-♦-• ♦•-♦»« ♦-♦ *^* •• ♦-*^-»-»^-» »*»#>#»>*<♦»<•«-♦♦♦♦«â- Â»â™¦â™¦â™¦â™¦ •^» Gems of Peril UV IJAZEL ROSS HAILEW 'i ^».»^>^. â-  -4 SYNol'SI.S. Mary -Harki fKn pIuih to pnHnure Thi- l^ly. wlmm Ml,e IkIIivis "frnTned" In r Oroiher, \-'AU't> . wild tin- iiiurd>T of old Mrs. Jupltc'i, iiiiil laUir killed hint. She I* aided J>y 1 ;)»oii of The Ktur. Mary'M lance, ^ir. / ilnylher. bilievoH KiMIe (Ullty. Ilruc*" Jitj lur r»-iuriiH fv in Kiii'i>)i*' nith II «.â-  nan frl*-iiil the DiichcuH i.<iu\Hf., iitut \ i>wH to rout -Nlarj-. \\ hotn he thinkH \» a (toId-diKKf'- Mary giH'Jt to Miami on the Jupltir yai>ht, hoplriK Th«- V\i- will be at Ulnlpah t" »*â- "• IiIh horite run. She ineelH Count l>e Loina, who Ih llHtcil aH the ownt-r of Th*- KIx'k horse, Mr. Jniiltrr has a <nr of thf .-luiiii; make bh that u.sed by the murderer. Howen ov<rhear« Urme and IjoiiIsp fuarrelliij; heraune she raiinot explaut where shfi KOt a dlant<»nd Itrai.-elct, Louise sayjs It Is Mafj's. Mrufe inahi's her kIvc the hrafflet to Mary, who ills- rovera It was stolen frnm Mrd. Jupltfi" the niKht nhv wmt killed. nip- " He mustn't!" Mary CHAPTEU XXXV. Mr. Henry Bato.s, (iitrctive, stood for a inomont d<H»p in thought. Wha*^ he had just s<-<'n puz'.le<l him trreatly, apparently, and his •.valchcrs knew ho wouW never rest until the meaniiiR of those events was clear. "Now what," he niusetl al(>ud, "what n^akes The Fly act dopey like that? Just lookinfr at a courthouse steeple?" Neither Mary nor Mr. Jupiter had any explanation to ofTer. Bates jerked himself up. "Well," he said briskly, "I'll be toddling along. I'll tell you what I find in hereâ€" if I find anything." He indicated the package of torn pieces of cardboard in his coal pocket. "But â€" " he paused again, impres- sively, in the doorway. "I'll say this rouch right now â€" you're not going to see much more of him around here. He's got the jitters over .something. I look for him to ta!ic a run-out on us, maybe tonight, I'll bet if you were to go up to hi.s room right now, you'd find him packing his grips." Down came Mr. Jupiter's st'K-king- e<i feet. "You think so?" Mary drew a d*»p breath. "Well," ihe said resolutely, "here's one thing Ihat won't go with him!" She held >ut the bracelet. "Why, that'sâ€" Mamma's!" Mr. Ju- piter exclaimed hoarsely. "Where did you get it?" Mary told. Ab he listene<l, blink- ing from her to the bracelet and back again, a light hari'Iy sane came into the old man's oj'es and spots of red burned in his faded cheeks. He reach- ed for the necklace and his hand shook. "Uoeti The Kly know you've got that?" asked Bates. "No." "Better lock it up before he finds mt." He turned to Jupiter: "There's your case. You can send hfni up on that, and if you take my advice you'H ilo it, and not monkey around any longer. He's liable to get ugly if he haa any suspicion you're laying for him â€" " He stopped and slapped a tist into his open paiiii. "Listen! It never struck n\<- he'd bo fool enough to keep the stuflf on bim. But if he ha.<in't dispo.seil of it yet, then maybe it's in his room. When he's on the roof tonight with you. Miss Ilarkness, I'liini make a starch. If it's there, we'll wait right there and nab him when he comes down. If It isn't^" "Nab him anyhow," Jupiter finish- (d. By gad, I'll make him eat that bracelet, chain and all!" "He couldn't claim, could ho," Mary luggcsted, "that Edtlie did it for him md turned the stuff over to him? I want to see him sent up, but I don't want there to be any doubt, either, ibout w^hether it was he, or Eddie, irho did the killingâ€"" "You'll have to take a chance on your jury," Bates said. "That's all jrcu can do. If he, can make them think it was Eddie, of course he'd l)eat the mnrdei "He nni.stn't! cried. "Well, well," Bate* soothed her, drawing her into the hallway, "it's not likely." He called a cheerful goodbye to the old man, wh > was pac- ing !il>out, obviously excitcvi. Bates clof^ed the door and drew her uway a fev paces. "That old man's not going to last if wo don't get this Fly locked up pretty soon," he said. "His arteries I, en't what they u.se<l to me, if I'm any judge. Best keep him as quiet DUDLEY DAWSON Wlio, at the annual meeting of the directors of the Dominion Bank, was you can. and tonight I'll get the appointed general manager. Mr. Daw- formerly assistant general goods on that crook if they're in this hotel. I/eave it to me." "We're not goin;; to hurry things too fast!" Mary warne<i him. "Wait and see what happens tonight. I'm not telling Mr. Jupiter, but^ â€" F.-n going to wear the ruby neckl.-ee! "You'll be there, and Bruce. Why .>;hould I be afraid?" she added. "Ncvb<xly'd .shoot into a mob like that and he'd know it!" Bates object- ed. "I could put a jnan on both exits, though â€" " "Do it. I'm not ready to lose the r.ecklace â€" yet. But if The Fly is jittery as you say, the sight of it might â€" steady him, dcn't you think?" Bates considered. "Might," he con- ceded. "If he wants JL bad enough. Only he's liable to make a wild grab for it and anybody that tried to stop lilm would be at a terrible disadvan- tage in that crowd. I wouldn't fire a gun in that mob, I know that." "Ho won't try there. I^eavB it to me. What's the matter with taking him out to the y.^cht?" "You think you could?" Mary shrugged. "My bloxi's up. I feel as if I could do the impossible tonight." "Then go ahead. I'll play ball." "We'll let it stand this way," Mary told him. "You search his rooms, and whether you find the rest of the p' under or not, wait there. If he comes, it will mean I've failed. And if I fail with him tonight it's not likely I could succeed another time. Arrest him. If he doc.-n't come, you'll kriOW we've gone out to the yacht. Better have a man on the roof to tell you the moment we Icav^-, and you fellow. Is that clear?" "Right. War.t me to go down with you until you stow that stuff away?" "Thanks, no. I don't think there is any dangerâ€" yel;." "Wait." He stepped into his own rotini an<l look <iown the receiver. "Is Mr. De Loma in his room, do you know? No, don't ring him! f n.erely wanted to know whether â€" oh, you a,ss!" Furious, he started to hang up, then changed his mind and held his hand over the mouth-piece until a man's voice ansiwt'ietl. Then, disguising his v„-ce, he shout- ed at the top of his lungs, "Hello? Hello, Hill? Is this you, Bill? What? Is Bill Jones there? Hello!" A grin overspread his face as he hung up. "Phew! He's there, all right. And mad. You should hav heard what he called ine!" Bates rubbed an ear tenderly. "Well, run along. You know he's not in the lobby, at any rate." Mary walked across the half-cropty I '.>by to the desk, stopping at the win- dow to ask for her mail. Dirk had not written. She ex- perienced the old, familiar sickness that swept over her whenever she let her.self .stop to think of him. Aloud she staid to the day clerk: "I want to put s-iTie valuable in the safe." "Will you just step around to the this might be a good lime to take it son was manager. Ota imitation, can ^.^^uat Chrisdie's Arrowroots Contain pure arrowroot; always fresh; their quality is rigidly maintained. manager's office, please?" He indi- cated a door at the side which opened into an office just back of the desk itself. .Mary saw the sleek head of the manager bent over his books. Obediently, she walked anjund to the side door and entered. The hotel safe was in the manager'.-, office, in plain sight of anyone stand- ing at the desk, Mary noticed a trifle nervously. Then she realized that th vas a means of protection, rather than a danger. Moreover, The Fly was ,.ot a safe- cracker. It might have been among his random accomplishments, but it was certainly not his specialty, so that i- placing the bracelet and the I.O.U. behind its sturdy lock she was making them as safe from The Fly's depreda- tions as any place could be. When she had dropped the envelope containing her two precious objects into the meta> box held for it, and saw it tucked away in its pigeonhole, Marj- began to breathe more freely. The necklace was in there, too, she remembered. It occurred to her that out, as .she must do soon if she meant to wear it tonight. Impulsively, she asked for it, and hen it had been located, and she had signed the slip, she tucked it into hsr handbag carefully. It might have been better to have had someone with her, she reflei-te<l a trifle uneasily. On the other hand, it migh, be better tac- tics to do it in the most obvious man- ner possible. The fascinating psy- chology of "The Purloined I,«tter" had left its impres.s on her, too. An in.stant later she was to doubt her Poe and i egret that she had ever heard of him. For as she turned about, through the open d<x>r she saw De Ix>ma standing at the desk. Ap- parently he had not .seen her. He was standing with his back half-turned away, k^iking out into the lobby. But she could not be sure .hat he had not turned about just an instant before she hei-s<lf had turned. Why, he could not have helped seeing her if he had faced the de.sk! How had he come there so ijuickly, and why? Perhaps it was merely chance. Per!iaps he had not been fooled by that telephone ca'! of Bates' â€" had suspected it wa> merely an at- tempt to locate him vhilc the neck- lace was in transit. Bui., w^hat to do now? If she reach- e<l the elevator, she would have to cross the lobby and he would see her. She might ask the manager to acom- pany her to her room. She was about to ask his a.ssistance when a secoiul glance through the doorway ,showe<! that De Ix)ma had gone. She waite<l a few ininutfs in the semi-darkness just outside the man- ager's office, to give De Loma time to leave the place, then she stepped out boldly on a straight line for the ele- vntor. She was holding her breath i.ntil that haven was reache<l, and when she set foot, in it at last, and Baw that it was empty, she uttered a deep relieved sigh. Now, if the op- er:.tor would only hurry. . . He did â€" bu'. not in time. A tall figure entereil, removed his hat at sight of a woman passenger, looked again, appai'ently became f.ware of her identity for the first time, and exclaime<l, "Miss Harkness! How nice to see you again !'' It was De l/onia. (To be contiruled.) The Old Valentine When you were at your fair fourteen, And February was at his (Ah, nothing sweeter could have been. As nothing sweeter la). There came among your valentines Ono all made up of loving lines With Cupid's darts Through bleeding hearts (Were his initials accidental Vi You kissed the rhyincs A hundred times Ani3 never thought them sentimental. I !At forty -life's most lonely age â€" When valentines come not, fio seek again that treasured page I Unseen but uuforgot. I One poignant moment Ut a tMir Flow for a boy's lov» to sincere: l^at tribnte give Whereby shall live The lost, 80 tendor and so geutle. Thank heaven that tttll MM prose and 11), You can, In dream, be Acntlmental. Popular Books of I Thirty Years Ago I Literary Reputations in the' • Making: Young Mr. Ches- terton "Rapidly Coming to the Front" A favorite idle-hour dive, 'ion of iiiin:' is the study of th • sudden swerves of liU-rary taste and critical fashion, writes Thomas Burke in John ()' lyondon's Weekly. It is an unprofitable but engaging diversion and, given the neces.sary apparatus, it can be played at any time in your own room. All you require is a long "run" of some literary periodical. Y'ou can then amu.se your.«elf by dis- covering how a now-established man's first work was received and by trying to locate some of the "immortal" men I of the recent past whose names mean I nothing to you. I am happy in pos- i sessing a "run" of such a paper be- ginning at 1899, and it affords me as Much interest as anything on my shelves. Yesterday I was going through the issues of thirty years ago â€" the Cor- onation Year, 1902â€" and I give here a few notes on what that lapse of time has done for .some great reputa- tions and for some beginners. PROMISING MR. CHESTERTON. The first fact that emerged was that for books it was a dull year. The general tone of the books that at- tracted most attention was a nine- teenth century tone. Nothing- remark- ably "ncw-cen;ury'' appeared; indeed, at that time publishers were by no means .so encouraging to the "new" man as they are today. I found only one name connoting . nything new. .A paragraph in the Notes speaks of a new young critic "rapidly coming to the front" â€" a youngs man of twenty- seven named Gilbert Chesterton. For the rest, the established had it all their own way, and the established were Marie Corelli, Hall Caine, Rud- yard Kipling (then at his iienith with both critics and public), Conan Doyle, E. F. Benson, S. R. Crockett, J. M. Barrie, Mary Johnston, Henry Har- land, Seton Merriman, Jerome K. Jer- ome, "John GlivcT Hobbes," Gilbert Parker, Anthony Hope, Benjamin Swift, Stanley Weyman, Agnjs and Egerton Castle, Baring Gould, Ralph Connor, Ellen Thorneycroft Fowler, W. W. Jacobs. In piety Stephen Fhillip;-. was supreme. RECORD SALES. Thirty years have doii.^ something to most of these names, but Mr. Kip- ling still keeps his hold on, at least, the public, and W. W. Jacobs, outside all standards. In those days people bought books, and most of the authors named above made much more money than the "best-sellers" of today. For one thing, there were fewer circulat- ing libraries; for another, novels were published at six shillings with discount, which meant that the pur- chaser paid only four-and-si.\. Ten thousand was a quite common .sale, and numbers of books now forgotten reached fifty and seventy-.'.vc thou- sj.n<l. The first edition of Marie Cor- elli's "Temjwral Power," published in that year, was 120,000, and before publi.-ation a second edition of 30,000 was put to press. Today a first edi- tion of 50,000 is considered the high- water-mark of the supreme "seller," but 50,000, as I say, was the mark of many who were far below Marie Cor- elli and Hall Caine in popular appeal. Henry James and Bernard Shaw were the darlings of the intellectuals. One of them has suffered by the pass- age of thirty years, but George Giss- ing, who then had a quiet reputation among the in-between intelligent, has la-ofited. In 1902 he was sealing that reputation with "The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft," which were ap- pearing serially in the "Fomightly Review" as "An Author at Grass." Jame« Douglas was the literary critic of the Star and a prominent critic of the Athenaeum. In those 'ays he was the defender of the daring young! The advanced were taling about Ma.\im (k)rki, whom the late Fisher Unwin was introducing to English readers, and the intellectual coteries, even as they do today, solemnly pro- claimed the arrival of three g«niuses. As the names of the geniu^s are un- knowntoclay, it appears that the geni- uses, like all cuterie geniuses of that day and this, having come on and made their bow, slippe<l back into the wings and went home. FIRST ISSUE OF CLASSICS, j The books of 1902 which have sur- \-ived were those that attracted the attention, not of the wide public nor J of the coteries, but of the discerning I ordinary i-e«der. There was a little book to which my paper gave a five- line noticeâ€" "Songs of Oiildhood," by Walter Ramal. Today that little book of 1902 realizes a high price among collectors of Mr. Walter de la Mare. Other books which won tho <iuiet at- tention of what one may call the I«ft Centre, and which command a public bxlay, were the young Mr. Bel- lev's "Path to Rome," W. H. Hud- son's "El Ombu," Douglas Brown's "Hoiwe with the Green Shutters" (which remained in best-sellir.gf lists for over a year), Arthur Machen's "Hieroglyphics," and Conrad's "Youth and Otheir Stories." These virere good books, but none of them, as I say, WM markedly "modern" or oirtraged current standards of technique. Botk by calendar and spirit 1902 was vei-y A Quality Which Is Incomparable "SALADA 6RE1N TEA 'Fresh from the Gardens'' dose to the nineteenth century; so close that the now-defunt firm of Smith Elder was anouncing "the last voik of Mr. Matthew Arnold." Tho young men of that period whose work is with us today were all Ired -.n nine teenth-century atmo.spheres. Twentieth-century literature did not begin until after the Great War. FASHIONS IN TASTE. Some of the more popjlur books of this year might raise a smle among the young generation nurtured on the brilliance of the nineteentwentie.s. But th^re is no (x;casi<n for that smile. Critical standards are as fickle as women's dress fashions, and as im- material. The popular .iterature of 1932, and its criticism, are no better than the popular literature and criti- cism of 1902. They are diff^>< rt, that is all. The popular literature of 1902 was no beter than that of 1870, nor that of 1870 any better than that of 1840. The only distinction is a differ- ence. Great literature is dateless; but the general literature of any per- iod serves the taste of ihat period, and if anybody thinks that the edu- cated state of any century or any de- cade of a century is always an im- provement on thj taste that preceded it, he should study the history of cul- ture. The progress of time implies only change, not necessarily improve- 1 menj;. Since 1632 poets have had] three hundred years in which to prac- tice and improve their craft, and still the lyrics of 1932 are no better than the lyrics of the seventeenth century; they are only different. Judging by the names of 1902 which are Names today, it appears that at least a quarter-century is accessary to the founding of a real reputation. In that period the reputiition will have to weather throe or four changes of critical fashion and the judgment of a new generation. If it can do that, you may be soire that the work on which it is based has the puJ;e I- ' life in it. •> Traffic Policemen in Graz Get Lighted Trees and Gifts Vienna. â€" Curious scenes which may have been inspired by a supreme acceptance of the Golden Rule, a de- sire to propitiate the hereditary enemy or even by simple good-na- ture were witnessed at Guz at the end of the year. Officials of the Styrian Automo- bile Club visited the twenty-oue traf- fic policemen on duty In Graz and set up beside each of them a Christ- mas tree with lighted candles. There- after amid the applause of the crowds club members drove up and placed New Year gifts for the policfimeii at the toot of the trees. "Soci>.Hy, sooner or later, must re- turn to its lost leader, the cultured and fashionable liar. For the aim of the liar is simply to charm, to de- light, to give pleasure." â€" (.>5car Wilde. A Strange Legacy -A Manchester professor whos« hobby is cycling, r.nd a woman ur.dei- graduate at Oxford, where evei-y second person rides . bicycle have been left $1000 and $500 "; the hope that they will utilize the money or part of it, in paying for taxicabs." The beijuests were made by the latf Miss Catherine Isabel Dodd, the auth cress aiu; cduca 'onist, of Mortimer cre-scent. Kilburn, N.W., to Mr. Sam- uel Alexander, honorary professor of philosophy at Manchester University, and to Miss Edith Wilson, of Oxford. Miss Dodd's total estate was valued at about $82,000. The professor, who has won fame with his theories, has neither theoi-y nor solution of Miss Dodd's bequest. "Why did Miss Dodd do ii?" asked a reporter. The professor raised his eyebrows, "I don't know any better than you,'' he said. "Have you any avjrsio.. to taxi- ct.bs, professor?" "Ob, no, none at all â€" except payinp for H;en ." Fair Weather Friends When fortune. In her shift and change of mood. Spurns down her late bclov'd, all bis dependents. Which labor'd after him to the moua tain top, Even on their knees and hands let hinj slip down. Not one accompanying his declining foot. â€" Shakespeare. It costs between $15,000 and $20,000 to cover an acre of land with glass for growing tomatoes and other hothouse produce in Gt. Britain, ajid each acre so used provides employment for six men. "1 have heard it said that from 70 to 90 per cent of the thinking of people is ancestral."â€" Newton D. Baker. ISSUE No. 6â€" -33 Get ma of That SORE THROAT! Any little sorenesfj m the throat grows rapidly worse if neglectetl. Crush some tablets of Aspirin in some water, and gargle at once. This gives you instant relief, and reduces danger from infection. One good gargle and you can feel .safe. If all soreness is not gone promptly, repeat. There's usually a cold with the sore throat, so take two tablets to throw off your cold, headache, stiffness or other cold symptoms, .\spirin relieves neuralgia, neuritis, too. Use it freely; it does not hurt the heart ASPIRIN TNADC-MARK REO. IN CANADA