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a ; i} J tt | & 2 il ol ANN et TTA SITs Sek a, a office. " weak alibi. BEGIN HERE TOLY Henry Rand, 56, a business man, is found murdered in a cheap hotel in Grafton. Police find » v _.:an's hand- kerchief and a yellow ticket stub from a theatre in Buffalo. Jimmy Rand, Henry's son, goes to Buffalo. The ticket stub is Libeod to a Thomas Fogarty, who says he gave it to Olga Maynard, a cabaret singer. Police search for her. Jimmy meets and falls in love with Mary Lowell and gets--a job at her Later he encounters Olga and she faints when eo tells her she is sus- ted of murder. Mary, out with amuel Church, a wealthy lawyer, sees Jimmy lifting Olga into a taxi. _ The next day she foesn't speak to him. He is discharged later that day. Police arrest Olga and confront her with the ticket stub and handkerchief. She admits they are hers but believes a man who took hér to a cabaret two nights before the murder might have got hold of them. NOW GO ON WITLI. THE STORY CHAPTER XIV. Olga Maynard stared unseeingly at the handkerchief O'Pay held in his hand. She was silent. "Who was the man?' O'Day re- peated. "I'don't know." - She lifted her arms helplessly and let em drop. "What do you mean, you don't know who it was?" O'Day began angrily. "You--" "Just what I said," she said re- signedly. "I don't know who it was. I newer saw him before that night." "You expect me to believe that?" The lieutenant had risen to his feet. He was bending over her menacingly. "Look here--either you're _ying when you say you weren't in the Canfield Hotel or you're lying when you say you don't know who this man was. Which is it?" "I told you it would sound like a I knew you'd think I was lying. If you'll listen I'll explain. You still won't believe m2, I guess, but every word's true. I swear it is." "Go ahead, Miss Maynard," encour- aged Jimmy. "Wci're listeiing." "You probably get the idea from the lieutenant, Mr. Rand," she said, "that I'm not a--a very nice woman. Al] right, maybe I'm not, according to your way of thinking. The man » went out with .that night spoke to me in the lobby of the Parzgon The- ater as I was coming out. He picked me up, if you want to put it that way." She looked appealingly at Jimmy. He nodded his head. "Go on," he said "Maybe you've never been broke and lonesome and out of "a job," she con- tinued, half to herself. "It isn't a very nice feeling. 'When he asked me to go some place where we could eat and dance, I went with him. He had a bottle of liquor with him, and he got drunk, He tried to make me drink and I wouldn't. Thats why he got mad. I never drink unless I know who I'm. with. He said a few things to me that I didn't like, 80 I got my pocketbook from him and went home. "That's all thera ished. "A fine story," scoffed Lieutenant O'Day. "I suppos: you'll say next that you don't know what he looked like. D'you suppose you could tell us that, or did you forget that, too?" "I remember what he looked like, all right. I'm not apt to forget that. He was a big man--a regular giant-- with long arms and big, freckled 'hands. I was afraid of him when he got to drinking" "What kind of hair did he have?" Jimmy asked. "Red bair. Light red. short at the sides. on top to part it." "Lieutenant," said Jimmy, I think she's telling the truth. That's the de- scription the hotel clerk gave of the man who registered as H. A. Jones of New York. He said the man had his hat on--pulled down over his eyes so he couldn't see much of his face, Put he described him as a big man With ¢lose-cut red hair. He said he had rather .large ears. Did you notice, Miss Maynard?" is to it," she fin- It was cut Just long enough "Yes. He did." "Il be darned if 1 know what to do," said O'Day. "We can't let her go here, even if we wanted to. We're holding her for the police i in Grafton: I'll telegraph Mooney." "What a. you suppose theyll do?" Jimy asked. Olga Maynard was sit- ting dejectedly, holding her head in Ler hands. "They'll fix it so she can't get away until they find this man she's talking about. They've got enough to go be- fore the grand jury and get an in- dictment for murder. I suppose that's what Mooney will try to do." "Do. you mean ° they'll--they'il charge me with murder?" Bhe raised her head and gazed at the police offi= cer, dull hopelessness in her eyes. O'Day looked at Jimmy when he answered. "They'll want to be able to put their hanus on her whenever they want to. We're holding her on suspicion. First degree murder's un- bailable. If the grand jury indicts her, they'.! be able to keep her in jail." He turned to Olza. "Your story might be all righy if you could pro- have a hard time getting a jury to believe it." "But if she is allowed to: go free she might be able to find the man," Jimmy suggested. "If she's in jail, he might run around town here with- out anybody to identify him." "That's true enough, Rand. But on the other hand, if we let her loose she might beat it out of town." "No I won't. I swear I won't, Lieu- tenant," she cried. O'Day shrugged. "It's out of my hands. I'll hold you here until Mooney comes and gets you. 'Then we're through. Its' his cas.--not ours." "Then I'm going to Graften tonight and make arran ements to have her freed," said Jimmy. "You'll have to talk the district at- ment." f "All right, I'lle'ry that. It seems to me that I have as strong an inter- est in this case as the state has, I'm satisfied she's telling the truth. We reed her to help us find the real mur- derer. I've maintained from the first, 1 ieutenant, that no woman was in- volved in this case. I said it when [and fir.t showed me the handkerchief and I said it again when Fogarty told us he had given his theatre ticket to la woman, | "I'm going to Grafion to get hold of a lawyer." "There's plenty of them Rand," observed O'Day dryly: "I have one in mind. He's the best friend I've got." -- He turned to Olga. "When I come buck, Miss Maynard, they're going to let you go, and you and I are going to find that man." He doesn't know we're looking for him, so he won't be hiding. You're going to look for him every evening--do you hear?" He thought he has never seen any- thing so pitiful in his life as when she turned a tearful face to him and said, "I'll try, Mr. Rand. I'l try awful hard." » » . * here, He stopped in a telegraph office and sent a wire to Detective Mooney and another to Barry Colvin. At the railroad station he was able to get a lower berth on the train leaving for Grafton at ten o'clock. It was a later train that he had planned to take, but there was no choice, there were no Berths left on the other. He decided to eat dinner at a downtown restaurant and then go home and throw a few things in his traveling bag. On the way to his room he walked slowly, trying to formulate some plan of action. He must get hold of Barry, and have Barry argue with the dis- trict attorney against indicting Olga Maynard for murder. Barry was a friend of the district attorfiey; once they had both worked for the same law firm. A In front of his rooming house he almost collided in the darkness with a man coming through the gate. "I'm sorry," he murmured as the other stepped quickly to one side to avoid a collision. i The man lowered his head and walked swiftly away: "He might have had the decency to accept my apol- ogy," Jimmy muttered. "Still, I guess I'd better watch where I'm going. I almost knocked him down. Won er if he lives here?" Mrs. King, the landlady, was in the hall when he entered the house. "Is that you, Mr. Rand?" she said in surprise. "I thought I heard you moving around in your room a few minutes ago." "] was in earlier in "the evening, Mrs. King, but I went out again. I've been gone about three hours." "I could have sworn I heard you just a few minutes ago, Mr. Rand. I didnt' hear you go out, and I thought you"were still here." "By the way, I'm going out of town tonight. Going back to Grafton, I ex- pect to be back day after tomorrow. No phone calls for me, were there?" "No": | On his way upstairs ow was think- ing of Mary Lowell. "I don't know wit. I think she'd call me up," he to himself, "I guess I'm a plain darn fool to think of it even. In his room he threw some. clothing and toilet articles into his bag; lit a and sat down for a 'smoke © bef sre lea gor the railroad station. '| up. duce the man--but until you do you'll |* turney out of trying to get an indict- |, It was then that he saw an envelope on the telephone stand. He picked it "It was sealed, but unaddressed. Puzzled he tore it open and read it, and then sank back in his chair in amazemer.t. Written in pencil, in a scrawly, amateurish hand, were the words: "If you want to keep out of trouble, leave town and leave quick." "Now who in Sam Hill could have written that? he said aloud. "If some- one's trying to scare me off, they're run up the wrong tree. Still, I don't know anyone--" Hig reflections were cut short by the voice of Mrs, Xing. "Telephone, Mr. Rand." His heart gave a leap. "If it's only Mary--but fio, she wouldn't--" He Jifted the receiver and then almost dropped it in surprise. A voice said: "Did you get that note?" "Did I what?" "You heard what I said. There's a note in your room. Read .-." Jimy went hot with rage. "I read your infernal note, and you can--" "Never mind what I can do. All you have to do is to do what it says." The receiver clicked. (To be continued.) PREECE A What New York Is Wearing BY ANNABELLE W WORTHINGTON Nlustrated Dressmaking Lesson Fur- nished With Every Pattern A patterned wool and silk crepe mixture that is decidedly wup-to-the- minute with its scarf neckline and sleeves that suggey* leg-o'-mutton shaping. 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Now I am old, I want contentment, Quiet hours To sit and dream with just My flowers. --By MM. BE A business man sald to his partner: "Why did you cancel that big order for fountain-pens?" Partner replied: "Because the fountain-pen traveller took it down with a lead pencil." rere ee eee "Now, girls," said the. teacher, "can you tell me why the great man was buried in Westminster Abbey?" There was a long silence. At last a girl put up her hand: "Because," she answered solemnly and impressively,' he was dead." - Ba ----,, Athlet: Big Snake Hunting World's Best Thrill Noted Traveller Gives Graphic! Account of Python- Hunt Orchard hunting is my job, but when, by way of a change, 1 started on a five-monthks' tour of prospecting and exploring among Borneo's hills and valleys, rivers and jungles, I dis- covered about the most thrilling sport in the world: the sport of python- hunting as indulged in by a tribe called the Dusuns. To the Dusuns python flesh is a delicious dainty. They are great py- thon eaters. It astonished me to see hcw eagerly they will penetrate deep into these darkened, dark, snake- infested forests. The Dusun python-hunting was a case of putting the shoe on the other foot. 1 have seen a great many snakes of all varieties in my time; and my chief recollection is the agility dis- played by man in leaping out of their way. A hissing serpent, coiled to strike, is one of the ugliest things---- and the cold touch of its live, slither- ing scales, is # sensation to make your scalp creep. . . . But my Dusuns up a python-tree were as sporty and nconcerned as i. American on a Scot- tish grouse-moor. Arme. only wih his beloved par- ang, the Dusan wades into the old Py- thon so heartily that the tables are completely turned and it's the big snake that urgently wants to get away, hissing like a locomotive, his ugly, yellow jaws agape. I embarked for a trip up the Python River with a fleet of six dugouts and twelve Dusun bearers, who ware evi- uently looking forward gleefully to a big bag of toothsome python. We had passed the last of the clear- ings when we camped for the night, and on the following day .he jungle of the real python-country swallowed us. It was here that we glided into the region of perpetual twilight. Our laden dug-outs. entered a tortuous, silent tunnel whose leaning walls and low:hanging roof were the interlocked boughs and branches and leaves and tendrils of trees that crowded either bank; only the slenderest darts of sunshine shot slantwise through the interstiges. The little Dusun boatmen quivered with exci"ment, paddling stealthily with hardly a ripple on the surface of the water. They were watching the overhanging branches and still fol- iage, heads flung back, their dilated eyes ringed with white. All day they had talked snake, and I believe those python-eaters dream snake al' night. And now the fun was to begin. Naturally my eyes were uneasily ranging among the thick, overhanging foliage, which seemed much too life- less to be true = I could see nothing but scarred, yellowish bark and green leaves. Nature has so cunningly cam- ouflaged the pythons kin that it seems to assimilate its leafy surroundings-- to vision less acute than the roving eyes of the snake-hunters. The dug-out stopped. The Dusun in the stern'shipped his paddle, but he had never taken his eyes off the branches overheud. arm, pointing. "Ula!" he yelled. Ula! Snake! The boatman grabbed a low branch and swung himself up into the tree. Getting astride of a gnarled branch, he began to work his way outwards towards the middle of the stream, drawing his parang. There was an instant upheaval in the densely-clustered leaves nd twin- ing tendrils. Terrifically, the foliage woke to life, and a ten-foot python's long, flat head reared up, the big yel- low mouth agape, hissing, the mighty coils slithering and writhing. The little Dusun lashed cut with his parang, three blows in less than a second of time I never saw a cat strike quicker, And «very blow went straight to the mark--thud! thud! thud! The big snake's head jerked side- ways, oddly like a boxer who had been socked on the jaw, and the full length of his sinuous coils went mad. De- spite his fearsome appearance and great size, it was clear that he didn't like what was coming to him. In the language of the Jae the Dusun's whirlwind attack Lad got him groggy. That flailing parang was all over him --tlpuid! thud! thud! Leaves and bark were ripped from the boughs and lit- tered the still surface of the river. In my dug-outs down below we were yelling with excitement. The python peered at us wickedly, and just in that fraction of a secord he stopped an- other whizzing clout on the head and visibly wilted, so that the follow-up missed him and whanged against a tough bough with an ugly sound that told us how hard our friend was hit- ting. That seemed to decide the first round, for the snake evidently thought the tree was. altogether too hot for Lim. He uncoiled himself and drop- ped into the water. Then .he real fun started. .Six .turdy Dusuns. went after him, and grabbed him in six places at once with their Jaxe arms and hands. a The strength of an wpiiged python is prodigious. Theugk held tenacious: iv by six strong men, his convulsive | struggles dragged them in all dires- , Hons. But the Dusuns Lung on grimly. "Ula!" He flung up an}. Salada Orange Pekoe Blend - gives greatest sa tisfaction head over the :hwart of one of the dug-outs where another Dusun was waiting" for him with his parang ised." Thud! Thud! Thud! Using the dug-out as a kind" "ot butchering-block the Dusun bludgeon- ed the giant snake to deuth. They hammered its head into pulp. When its huge, limp length was dragged into the boat, there wasn't 'a tremor from tip to tail. Inert and coiled up, stow- ed away like an old rope's "end, the hunters left him. Their blood was up. Laughing and jabbering excitedly, craning their necks and gazing up inte the trees, they prepared for another attack. Their shrill yells in the fight that had just efided, the flurry of the water and the whangin; and thudding of the pirangs, had raised the alarm among the tree-dwelling python. families: Now we could see them "plainly enough, the ripple of their coils along the branches, and the quick, menacing movement of "their darting heads. When 'our sport was over, we took a snapshot of eight beautiful skins--- all much longer than the height of a very tall man--hanging out to dry on the thatch ¢t my portable shack. Gazing at them reflectively, it seemad to me that T had been privileged to witness the most exciting and purely sporting hunt in the world. It had been a really stirring experience, even to a hard-bitten hunter like myself. It appealed to my sporting instincts co strongly because the Dusuns attacked their formidable quarry in its own difficult strongholds, and then disiain- ed to hack with the parang's ~utting edge, using their weapon only as a bludgeon and actualiy tackling the snakes with their bare hands. The Dusuns had attacked nine py- thons during the day's hunting. Only one managed to get away, an enor- mous reptile over twelve feet in length. The fight in the water was nothing short of spectacilar--six intrepid Du- suns and one huge snake. The hunt- ers did not let go, either, until thay were all actually thrown. It was like an aquatic rodeo wil. a buck-jump- ing twelve-foot python hurling his six assailants at one terrific throw. They went down, sputtering, a windmill of legs and arms. But they came up, still sputtering, but laughing, thor- oughly enjoying themselves--and the spectacle of the huge pythun making Lis way to shore like a torpedo. Every night the Dusuns had a ban- quet of python flesh, The flesh has a strong, fishy smell. These natives cut it. up, rather like"one slices a banana, and slowly beil it"in'a hollow bamboo filled with water--F.. D. Burdett in "Pearson's Magazine." "Dinks has wired me to send up some fishing tackle." . "A nuisance, isn't it?" "No, that isn't it, but I can't remem- ber whether he favors Scotch or rye." m---------- 'Minard's Liniment aids tired feet. ee fin A POTATO SUGGESTION Some persons think of potatoes only in combination with meat, therefore will not eat potatoes without meat or fish, so when eating a vegetable meal they discard the potatoes. Now potatoes are supposed to be in- cluded in the vegetable dinner, but they might appear as a soup. Cream of potato soup is delicious and if used as the first course the potatoes can be omitted from the vegetable plate with- out causing an unbalanced meal. Real dyes give richest colors! contain the ots "ally nes that can be p: It's the anilines pd ond Dyes that give such soft, bright, new colors to drapes, lingerie, Di to use. They go on fh evenly; do not t or streak; 1 y things hat 3 ; never give + Jook. that Joep § their oy pth and & brill Ante plage 3 Stores. , Strong as he was--and 'his body was as: thick as a muns leg, his captors were stronger. Wariiy they' prevented him from hitching on to anything 2 ~ 4 ® r d Minard's Lini t .with his tail, and they dragged his are easy : Winter Clothing Affects "Talkies" Actors and Actresses Have to "'Speak-up" Due to Absorb- ing Qualities of Winter Garb" Audiences in a theatre or motion picture house absorb more sound in winter than in summer, due to the increase in clothing in the colder sea- son. For this reason actres: and actors have to ¢peak louder to winter audiences and the loud-speaking talk- ing picture equipment has to be tuned p to higher voiume in winter to make the spoken souids clearly audible throughout the building. According te V. L. Christler, of the sound section of the United States Bureau of Stand- ards, the qualit; of clothing worn by an audience is a larga factor in deter- mining the length of tim: required for sound: in a theatre to decay and fall to zero. The following information was fur- rished by Mr Christler: The sound section of<the Bureau of carrying on experiments with sound reverberation and acousticzi mater: ials. Thete experi>ments have been conducted in a specially constructed building housing a large empty room having no sound absorptiva and no acoustical properties. A loud speaker is placed in the .mnty room and the length of time require! for the sound to deca, after the ...Lrce has been shut of. is measured. These experimerts are carried on first in an empty room and then are repeated with various types of ma- terials having acoustic properties placed along the walls and ceiling. «n this way practically every type ot wcoustical material rov e Las been tusted with the co-op2 on of the manufagtcrers. Amon_ the most com non sabstances from which acoustical materials are made are plaster and hair felt, sugar cene fibre, pumice and rock wool, the litter being the result of molten rock L.own through exceedingly fina jets. have higher coefficients of sound ab- sorption than others. In general those of higher coefficients seem to be more costly, A greater amount of agbustical ma- terial is ordinarily used iA motion pic- ture ho ses than in thea e due to the fact that the numan vice is weak compared, 'to the stentorian' tones of which: 'the talking "motion icture js capable. The louder the tones the more is the effect of reverberation and therefore the automatic voices being so much stronger require more damp- ing material in the picture houses. In theatres and pictire houses the materials are usually placed on the walls and ceilings with drapes or cur- tains used over the doors and en- trances. In many theatres only a little acoustic material is necessary, due to the banks of soft velvet covered sprinf seats that absorb sound to a high de- gree. I. Frost--""Where do the jellyfish get their jelly?" Prost--"From the ocean currents, I guess." Just Off the Boardwalk Fireproof Construction On a Residential Avenue Harmonious, restful surroundings with recreational advantages. European Plan from $4 Daily American Plan from $7 'Daily WEEKLY OR SEASON RATES 0:{ APPLICATION a Standards has for ome time been: J CHE] | Wolves and Tigers The Man-Eating Leopard is the Worst of 'all Our Four-Footed Enemies A party of natives were cutting down sugar-cane in a plantation near Durban when a huge animal came crashing through the canes. They bolted for dear life. It was a hippo. potamus, a creature that had not been seen near Durban for very many years. - Hubert, as they called this hippo, was born in Zululand, and, for some reason . best known to himself, de- cided to trek south. He invaded the market gardens around Durban, crashe ing through the fences as if they were paper, and eating cart-loads of let- | tuce, One night he walked right Into the town and scared a-party of late re- vellers nearly out of their senses. He takes a malicious pleasure in frighten» ing natives, but when a white man ap- proaches he simply vanishes. Up to date ho has travelled 300 miles and done several pounds' worth of dam- age. jog Wolves' Reign of Terror. A female wolf terrorized the south ern part of New Mexico for twelve years, from 1916 to 1928. She eluded all traps and trappers, and she and her band killed 20,000 dollars' worth of cattle. At last, in May, 1928, she was trapped. She was nearly seven feet long and almost white in color. The most terrible wolf that ever lived was the celebrated "Gevandan Monster," which kept the French peas- ants of the Auvergne in a state of ter- ror for years during the latter part of the eighteenth century. winter it killed 118 persons. At last a great hunt was-organized in which 3,000 people took part, and the brute was surrounded and killed. It was the largest wolf ever recorded in Europe, being just over six feet in length, and weighing about "140 pounds. In 1920 wolves appeared in the Cen- tral Provinces of India, killed beiween forty and fifty people, and spread ter- ror over a district as large as Ireland. The worst of the damage was done by a lone wolf, which was known to have killed between twenty and thirty child- ren. One day a Mohammedan wood-cut- ter spotted the brute asleep at the edge of a muddy pool, stole up and glew it with his axe. It was 'an enor- mous beast, lame in one hind leg. Indian wolves are not normally man- eaters, and when a pack of man-eating wolves is hunted hard and some of them killed, the rest abandon their attacks on mankind and go back to their natural prey. Villagers Dragged From Huts Stories of man-eating tigers are p : - d 1 Some of the materials were found tuo pientiful but a man-eating leppard is much more dangerous. It is quicker, more savage, and far more cunning, From 1919 to 1926 the whole of the Rudiaprayag district, in Bengal, lived in a nightmare of terror caused by 'one of these animals. During those seven years this blood- thirsty beast killed no fewer, than 147 vilagérs--men; women, and children. All kinds of poisons were tried in vain. Gun-traps were equally useless. Three British officers spen: nearly all their leave for three year: in vainly hunting the brute. . At last, in March, 1926, Captain Cor- bett, after sitting for eleven nights on grim's shelter, ended the savage beast's career with a single rifle shot. The worst tiger was one which Madras between 1906 an1 1909, and is known to have killed more than 150 people. It grew so bold that it would enter a village by night and drag un- fortunate peasants from their huts. At officer. BARAT - How They Started A replica of Edison's first phonograph has just been lent to the Science Museum, at South Kensington. It weighs a hundredweight and a quar- ter, and was presented to the late Mr. Henry Edmunds, the electrical pion eer, in memory of his haviug heard the very first words ever spoken by a phonograph. They were: "Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow." It~ It was in 1877 that the first phono- graph produced those words. In the { WELCOME ies and, same year, a young American bank clerk tock up photography as a holi- day hobby. He had to take a heavy camera and tripod, a large plate-holder, a dark tent and other i di to the ide with him ,and found that the transport of his "kit" wa¥ a real problem. 'he set to work, and some years later invented the photographic film and af- terwards a camera which did not re- quire a tripod or any other support, The folding pocket camera and other later inventions are the products of the same brain, The young bank clerk was George Eastman, who has made photography a hobby for the millions. The foreman was very short-handed, 'and, seeing a tramp sleeping on the other side of the road, woke him up | and sald, "Look here, do you want.any wok?" "What sort of work? came the sleepy reply: "Welk-tould you i anything with this shovel?" "Yes" * sald the tramp, brightening up. "J could fry a Jee Rlece of bacon on Lo 'Terrorize Natives In a single a platform built in a tree above a pil created panic in the Ganjam district of last it was shot by a young British : So | 9