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'8. the as and airmail were ed not I; and ten We 1nners. itieient m the a foot nTthe pppetl, hea Ji-. o-br at trrcak- As: the flurry (She of ad the kiss it, 3d the dyangl under sarls, 0-hour. of the went natcly :ging; :23; we there tastsily to the 1liuy's e if T Wher 'e A was iiOn of n, and he til- 1 keep o-boa), where :e first was rward. 'iously lhd go as we going )V'lnll Trr .513 j 1929 l was when )uklor plied. “ You huge mam, : our that flur- ~and In; but ag- do 0C- I'll "He didn't tell me until it-was too. «a late for me to get aboard." I defend- ,Mi my action} or. rather inaction as , test I could. " . l --- . platform. ' . - ceq "Wherf are the pearls ?" asked Maryella, joining me. ", ' . _ 1'Fthe train,"H explained. "HI, 'scar-tHs-Ii-trt-ti-tmt-ir-mi-amd-sent them to _ c,hirmselCparcel post.". " . m-, _ I _ _ So I’sat where I, could see the' plat- form and note when he Rot off. After all I wtiii"tiideemimr myself for any blunders I had made in the past. V "'Tiekeei," said a voice. - . The conductor had entered the door just in front of me. V He looked at me suspiciously. My clothing was a ttMi, nondeséript,sr : " had only justtimo onoisgh to catch the train" without stoppinit at the staticn," I offered. My short-winded condition bore out my statement. "All right. I don't care," he ré- plied. "You’ll have to pay a little ox- tra, that's all, by settling with me on a cash basis." . - While he was asking me whore I wanted to go I reach in my pocket for srmo money. well nit to make a scene on the brain, hut to follow him to his destination and get the pearls when he claimed them at the post,ofhce, - I “Good-by," I éaid,'. with 'hastily formed resolution, as I left Maryella and sprinted down. the track. I caught it. No need to go into de- tails of the red spots befére my eyes and therdrgr ihroat that burned me as I ran. As it pulled out I swung, on to the rear platform. . . . I went into the car and went to the forward end where I could look into the coach ahead. _ _ Yes, Julius was there, finishing up his cigar trll unconscious of'my pres- rnce. " decided it would be just as While we Jocked'at the receding train it came to a gradpal stop. " locked for the cause and noticed a water tank beside the track. “And ,rdu let the' train . g"o 63 with; ts,utqtou'." she reproiiehed: _ _ car stttrfsi Nat quite understanding, I.mevisr- theless ran on beside him and allowed him to mount the first stép. _ _ nus, an?! {Hen siiiii7iriCt1i'ii""tiriertitmtmt look ‘on my fact he added, s"I.sien't therfre, mysglf by parcel post. They urn in the niail-ear." , I dropped back, and the train pulled away. Julius waved atme from the The train was mtoving faster. I cguld not keep up much longer. Ed Thursday, July 18, 1929 eyes. He pondered a moment. The train whistled. - "All, aboard!" yelled the conductor. “Will you let me go free if I tell you where the pearls are?", Julius asked. . I debated. _ "Say 'yes,' Tom!" .urged Maryella. "I anusturet them back At any cost." “Yes, I'll let you go." . Julius moved toward the platform of the car. which was getting under way.. _ V c" “I'lItoll you as soon as I am or} the train." 5 . r . 3112:3319 on, thictr,mi.it," said, Jul,- "Now where are they?" I demand- (Continued from preceding page) ? led Jingle Bells On 'INurMair-Car . stupidly at the departing CHAPTER XIV. . According to word receii'ed horei after the sending of 'a letter by) State's Attorney A. V. Smith oppos-t ing Santos' freedom now. the pardon lufard will. let the matter go over un- til anger date in order to check further on the case. . It was stated-in a letter received last week by Col. Smith that parole, for Santos was being considered ini order that he might bi, deported to: Moxico. Col. Smith _asked that the: nuns burglar ho allowed to serve. a substantial part of his sentence; before being turned loose. It is be-l liovod that furtherhrcmrmrnieation tll ho held with the local progeeutor be- fore definite action is taken. l Ccmmon tries found in the Chicagol region are described in one of thel, "botttitimiF4iifetsib1isrhe_ihuldf 'Museum of Natural History as. aids) to itmatdurmaturalists, who want to, be equipped to identify the plant life), -they,erreounter on their jaunts into! Fell's" Clothing Bandit Denied Parole, Report Ignace Santcs, Chicago, serving a. term id from one year to life in Pon- tine for his part in the Fell's Cloth- ing company burglary at Highland Park last Mill-flufwill not be given his fveeiam a the present session of the pardon anfparoles board now being held in Springfield, Ill. . _ hriige; -.Mass..,'.thrt George _ Washing. ton iook 'cart1man1i"oftthe revolution; ary troops, is the hrst 'speeies treated of in the "leaflet. The most famous. tree of the Chicago area - the old Blcekhawk Treaty Tree at, Evanston --is an elm. _ . - Other trees discussed in the publi- cation are the slippery elm, cork elm, cottonwobds or poplars; the willo]ws, black walnut, ' butternut, hiekdries, bitches and alders, beech,' white oak,, red oak, American chestnut, _wild black cheery, plane tree or sycamore, locusts, tree pf heaven, red maple, sugar maple, the ash tree, hose chest- hut or buckeye, linden or_-basswood, catalpa, white, pine, spruce, fir, and tamarack or larch. ' we: dl : nds, dunelands and "elsewhere. The leaflet is illustrated with photo- graphs of the trees and closeups of foliage, "fttswers, fruits and other features. _ . . A 'Thé author of the pamphlet is J. Flancis Macbride of theistaff 6f the museum's dtipartment of botany. The American elm) famous because it was "Cough up some money," said the eoniuetor. crossly, "or get off." He reached up suggesitively for the bell cord which signals to the engineer. . (Concluded Next Week) DeScribes Trees-in Chicago and Vicinity Ns that irot" said the conductor seornfully eyeing me with a prac- ticed gaze; 1Don't try to kid me. You haven't any other elothes." ” I, was indignant, but what was the use? . , I found nothing but. . hole. Up to that moment I had forgotten that I wits wearing Comrade Dreyenfurth’s "other" pants. "I left_it in mrothiir; clothes," I said weakly. _ . _ It's a terrible thing to be without money among' strangers. I know of no sensation akin to it. THE PRESS Two bales to the acre is his aver- age_yield. His 40 acres yielded tto halts last year. He credits his suc- can, to improved methods of farming, ineludiryr the intelligent use of com- mercial fertilizer. . Weeds were kept down and proper soil mulch was maintained by culti- vation. . . The Cotton King's Record John W. McFarland is the "cotton King" of east Texas. Now the Camcob Is in Diplomacy While Ambassador Dawes has been introducing his famous 'undorslung Patronize The Press Advertisers Of older psychology Mrs." Rea seems to have a particularly subtle grasp. Granny with her failing memory, Aunt Sarah with her quietly philosophical understand- ine of life. "lfhen the youngest of all. Jessica ofi her Wedding morn- ing, is drawn flawlessly. It is one of those horizontal slice cf life affairs which are popu- lar-now, but in this the knife is so keen and the hand so dextrous that we only wish the slice were thicker than it is, . Vt "Six Mrs. Greenes" by Lorna Rea. a first novel, is an extraordi- narily fine one. It is in construc- ticn, one of those "bag of tricks" novels, yet the trick is an orig- inal one. The six Mrs. Greener are all members of one family, wives of various generations of Greenes whom one of their number takes it into her head to invite to a little dinner party. Then we see each of the Mrs. Greenes in sue- cession in a little sketch which is a novelette in itself and an absorp- ing character study, with, al: elimat of each. the arrival of the dinner invitation. In fact in spite of thi, fact mid in Mrs., Rea the publishers “are Yfiiri,rer"g" 6CliiiiTF6"6kii' TrirdEiijtrETiibe ters to her as 'dear sir'."' -.Wiil we ever stamp cut that old infiYiority ccmplex"." " , _ "Six Mrs. Greenes" by Lorna Rea Harper and Brothers. Now what of the woman move- ment?."" The publishers of Miss Ba'rret't Willoisghby's books van- nounce that "sfie is flattered when - Some people seem fairly hungry for punishment. Roy Chapman Am. drews after the suffering described in his recent book. on the Gobi Desert might be expected to have had enough of it. _But here he ik about to start another expedition before the account of his last one is even in print. _ JUST PARAGRAPHS WWW} 2N0 wdnder there is a tremendous sale of cooling drinks at the ball games, éince the spectators not ndrely obtain refreshment; but a wedirirn td throw at tie umpire. pipe into diplomatic circles in London, Joseph P. Cotton, the Under Secre- tary of State, has been introducing his corncob pipe into the department. Thus far, he'has always remem- bered to lay his corncob aside when called to the tihiee cf Secretary Stim- son. The most astrmishing thing in the book is the psychology-of the writer herself.. Mary Desti. Mahy of her remarks about the friend whcm she undoubtedly adored are of such a nature that they'would from any-me less simple neces- sarily be sarcasn1., Many of the revelations. in fact the whole book, seems to an unpr'ejudieed outsider. tratnrous. Yet the part of the, trzit'r is farthest from this woman's mind, it must simply be thrt. as is 'YY/te. the case. blind- ed "by the close proximity of tmius. she mistakenly judged every act an? work as the rightful property of the world. t It would be cruel to read this book without having retid Isador:t's "mam inspiring and ~really remark- _al‘fle biography, for in that surely the best of that strange and erra- tie genius Was presented. It is ala. most as cruel to read it afterward, for here is the wofst. -The host of Isadora was within her, her aspira- tions and her art, her outer ac- tions are often fer/from admir- able. Anduiiiiir.ur these last years it is only kind ta believe that she must hav'e been a little deranged, perhaps by grief over "the death of her two dearly loved children. l If Mary Desti-intended, as she seems to imply, that" the writing 'cf "The'" Untold Story" was to be the last act of friendship to her adorned Isadora Duncan, it seems that she.might have achieved a still greater act by not telling it at all. There is almost nothirig in it to- the credit of the tpreat"fsa- 'drsra, it is-decidedly the reccrd of her_deeliriing years. And if that strange wamahs’ life had many of the‘quglities of the meteor, "HW must hote that it kept those quali- tips in the rapidity of her fall. . 't1tii,1rri.eiisrcfi.tprrrr hs) lrtatrWs)itf' ., _ . Horace ". Livat'uht epnfident. thiiy hive discovered navelist of the first rank" we ha high hépejs for herfutare. BETTER so E5