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tl Marr Hark»... undcruh- to trap The Ptr, whom one Donova- "framed" her Mother. Eddie. with the murder of Mn. “Rf. ma bur ran man down and Ilka him to loop him from teiiinq. An It“ In. plnlu to use tho unsou- Judpner gm. of rubles, which the mur eru- lod to set. Blue in glued by Bowen ot 150 Star. luy’l tttintrest, Dirk Runner, "tgilt to the notoriety. "use Jupiter, Bbtrent many yea”. re- hrnl from Europa with a woman friend. HI. father orders him out and makes IIry hm helr. Bruce ”we.” to rout Us”, whom he thinks " a gl:ld-9nge_r, iiiy 5nd ma VJuai-r'eirbgcnwuu Dirk In Noun of Bowen and refuse. to believe , gt, existence of The Fly. Mary writes Pit. CHAPTER XXV.--lCont'd.) Dearest Dirk (she wrote): rm wry I walked :way as I did last night-'1 don't suppose you'd like to [crime me, would you'. I should never have mixed you up in nil this. It just (one: under the head of "unfinished business" that must be attended to be- kn I can marry you, that's all. You member you worked late at the of- thee last night futishintt up some mat- Ien that couldn't be left undone. It's the sume with me. Don't worry shout it, Ind above all Jon’t think you must help. I don't and you to, and I'm not mm about 't, really. When she had the letter sealed, stamped and ready to 0 she had the absurd impulse to run to Dirk with it in he.. hand. How could she wait until Monday for an answer? Perhaps if the went into the village am. mailed it now, it might reach him on the late afternoon delivery. I am having Monday for Florida on the “Gypsy" with the Jupitera. Can't you come and no me before I go? If I don’t no you again before I go, though, I make you this promise-- thot whether this job is finished or not. I will keep my date with you in December. (Or have I one.') With love, always, MARY. Impatiently she threw " her clothes, found An old pair of riding breaches and shirt, and donned them. Then she telephoned the barns and Baked to have a saddle put on Betsy, the mild little mare that was hers to ride when not more gainfully occupied It pulling the lawnmower or the sta- b'on "axon. Exhilarated by the prospect of get- be out into the crisp autumn air, and " her errand, she went out whistling arppily. Outside her door, she came ‘ace to fare with Bruce, who had evi- Iently moved into the room across the all. Marry seized the opportunity to talk 0 him outside his father's hearing. It was a chance she had hoped for, but mid have found it distasteful to neck. "Ut me understand you," she hid, coming forward to look him .tnight in the eye. "If I accept your father's offer to make me his heir, it mans that you will remain here, with him'.' That you. will not go back to Europe as you planned?" "How bright you are."' "And it I refuse it, you will go on thout your atrairs as before"." Bruce was obviously taken aback. 'l! I thought you meant irc-res," he Tturrzed hesitantly. "Then I accept." "Aeeept? But--" Bruce struggled with surprise. Mary repeated, "I accept and I ex- port you to live up to your bargain. if the only consideration that will im. like you to change your wholly selfish in, of living and spend some time with your father is fear of me, then I an glad to be of use. It's too late m to do nnything about it so hr us your mother is concerned, bat there's nil! your father who would like to see a-thintt of you. oddly enough." Bruce was staring It her, a strange expression on his face. "I've wanted to any this to you for six years," she went on undannted. “Every since I came here. I've tried to do my own quaint little imitation of Mary Sunshine, anything to keep than two people from thinking how much they missed you, from realising how little their money had brought chem, nicer all. I didn't succeed, na- xnlly, but it isn't odd that we all new to be very fond of one another." “I quite understand tint. little rival'." Bruce murmured "tttlr, n pe- rulin- glow in his eyes. . "Regard me as a rival if you like. Regard me " anything you please. I don’t want your money. But if you In that brunet Garbo take you away from your father again, I'll take itl That’s my threat and I'm glad to be “la to enforce it." “Ah-ah!" Bruce cried. “I remember you now! I’ve been puzzling ova where Pd seen you. You were the girl in the duster u the hotot but "ht-with the man who held the whisky bottle, to! Louise spoke of it It tom” m hushed. delitthtedly. mnoys you Marry sci Mary had dropped her bitter tone uni tried to speak a sineerely " the Mt. Now she drew herself up 3nd rejoined stimy: Me said stiffty: "We are neighbors, seems. I'm sorry if the proximity ISSUE No. 49---'32. SYNOPSIS. "Prohibition has its Imusing upsets to I European!” Then ht' “fled. night? It W“ a rendezvous, of course!" Mary turned on her heel and left him. She did Lot want to be drawn into an open quarrel with him. They would have to live in very close quar- Gro,; the "Gypsy" ind it Vould crowd that small craft to hold them both " it was. She urged the surprised Betsy to a brisk gallop going into town. Iuving dropped her letter, she felt better. Both she and her mount were content to take the long hill road home at a sedate walk, letting the coo! air ttnd the bright autumn scene heal her Anger. "ii, ihey passed the Tabor grounds, Mnry's head jerked qu_ickly Po". for a second glance at the tall, white. shirtgd figure who leaped to meet Cor- nelia Tabor's swift serves with I lightning racket. Her heart drained utterly of blood as she recognized Dirk. The "Gypsy" was made ready to sail on Tuesday. Monday night Mary had a telephone call from Dirk. He had just received her letter, he said. 7 “did you want to see met" he asked formally. "Why, yes," Mury nplied. "Don't rou----wttnt to see There was a short wait before he answered, "Of course. Shun 1 come over?" He was setting a distance be. tween them but then it was he whose feelings had been injured. They would talk it over and it would be all right. Mary dressed without any particu- lar enthusiasm. Dirk was coming now but tomorrcw she would be gone. It was a rather hollow svrt of happi. ness she felt, but it was better than not seeing Dirk at all. When he came, he sat down beside her casually, but made no move to touch her. Mary felt the least bit re- buffed. He looked worried and strain- ed, and her heart went out to him. said gently. “I know," he said. "That's all right." Another silence fell. . “I had to know about those finger. prints. Whether they were The Fly's,” she explained. "I eouldn't wait. Haven't you ever felt that way?” He shrugged. "I suppose you were anxious, of course," he said. "What. did you find out?” “They were his, The Bertillon men at police headquarters checked them.” Dirk cleared his throat. "You under- stand, t'on't you, that the ttun's being his doesn't prove cn'nz-‘usively that it was The Fly who "all it? It was the murder gun, of nurse; I've had it in the hands of ballistic experts, and there's no doubt about that part. But --r don't mean to hurt your feelings again-but how can you prove to a jury that it was The Fly who was the murderer, rather thtur--than someone else'."' "We can't. We're not even trying to. The Fly himself will do that for "If you're lucky." "If we're lucky. And it we play our cards just right. But the least slip, the least word-and it's all spoiled. It's possible that's happened already. You aren't very popular with George Bowen just now. The Fly's left town, you know." Dirk looked at her in bewilderment. “I'm not popular? What've I to do with it'.'" "Didn't you go back to Shay's with a warrant for him'." "Certainly not." "Welr--.' Then who-'.'" This was a new state of “hits. Somebody else on The FU's trail? Who could it ht? to. us, "Bowen naturally supposed it was you,". she ftsltered apologetically. "You'd just been saying the thing to do was arrest The Fly and when the police came down C L the place Bowen jumped to the cottelmriom-." "He does a good deal of that, I'm thinking," Dirk commented drily. Mary was in no mood to resent any- thing Dirk might say spin“ the ab sent Bowen. She was too mrtifud-. to busy speculating. "Who db you think it could have been?" she asked. "He's probably got a dozen rackets,” Dirk replied. "The cops might be after him for any one of them. Or it might be for some fool thing like parking overtime. He ran, like they all do. They don't like a pinch, even for a minor ottense-it's bad for their rackets. Considerable wind had been taken ont of Mary's sails by this discovery but she was none the less rettretful that it had taken place. The Fly was none and what assuming had she that she could itud him spin? Nothing but Bowen's guess-and Bowen could be wrong, as this slipup showed. For a moment the felt 'raniekr-. she was committed to to lunch, just on the strength of that than. that The Fly would show " At the tack sorry I left you like that," she CHAPTER XXVI. father know about last Mud-- me '." when his horse rm he: trig nee. If he were really frightened he might stay away. Although he would prob- ably feel himself safe enough. Unless the offeree were a serious one, extra- dition From Florida would be more than the New York police would trouble with. The idea that The Fly's arrest had been sought by Inspector Kane accur- red to her but as instantly dismissed. Kane had been "bought Mt," um he would stay that way, she was sure. (To be eontinued.t We travelled eastward tor two days, and then the gloomy ridges ot the Black Hills rose up before us. The village passed along tor some miles benea h their declivitles. trail- ing out to a great length over the arid prairie. or winding among small detached hills of distorted shapes. Turning sharply to the left, we en- tered a wide detile ot the mountains, down the bottom of which a brook came winding, lined with tall grass and dense copses. amid which were hidden many bearer dams and lodges. We passed along between two lines of high precipices and rocks piled in disorder one upon another. with scarcely a tree, a bush, or a clump of grass. The restless Indian boys wandered along their edges and ciambered up and down their rugged sides, and sometimes a group ot them would stand on the verge of a cliff and look down on the procession as it passed beneath. As we advanced. the passage grew more narrow; then it suddenly expanded into a round grassy meadow, completely encom- passed by mountains; and here the families stopped as they came up in turn, and the camp rose like magic. The lodges were hardly pitched when, with their usual precipitation, the Indians set about accomplishing the object that had brought them there; that is, obtaining poles tor their new lodges. Halt the popula- tion, men, women. and boys, mount- ed their horses and set out tor the dephs ot the mountains. It was a strange oavalcade. as they rode at full gallop over the shingly rocks and into the dark opening of the de. tile beyond. We passed between pre- cipices. sharp and splintering at the tops, their sides beeiling over the detlle or descending in abrupt de.. clivities. bristling with tit-trees. On our left they rose close to us like a wall, but on the right a winding brook with a narrow strip of marshy soil intervened. The stream was clog- ged with old beaver-dams. and spread frequently into wide pools. . . After having ridden in this man- ner six or eight miles. the scene changed, and all the declivities were covered with forests of tall. slender spruce-trees. The Indians began to fall " to the right and left, dis. persing with their hatchets and knives to cut the poles which they had come to seek. I was soon left almost alone; but in the stillness ot those lonely mountains, the stroke at hatchets and the sound ot voices might be heard trom tar and near. . . Wild as they were, these moun- tains were thickly peopled. As I climbed farther, I found the broad dusty paths made by the elk, as they med across the mountain side. The grass on all the terraces was trampled down by deer; there were numerous tracks ot wolves. and in some ot the rougher and more pre- cipitous parts of the ascent, I found foot-prints dinerent from any that I had ever seen, and which I took to be those ot the Rocky Mountain sheep. I sat down upon a rock; there was a perfect stillness. No wind was stirring, and not even an insect could be heard.--r'rom "The Oregon Trail," by Francis Parkman. A firm advertised tor a girl clerk, and the next morning hundreds of applicants anived. So numerous were they that the chief told the office-boy to admit no more. Show; after this an aggressive wo- man arrived, and, pushing her w w past the others, asked to see the chief. By this time the office-boy had grown deaf to all protestations, and had but one answer. "Not today, madam," be said. "But I'm his wife" she said jestically. A Judge was pointing out that a wit- ness was not necessarily to be regard. ed as untruthtul becauaq be altered "utG ioday, madam," arable reply. - a statement he had previously made. "For instance," he said, "when 1 en- tered this Court to-day I could have sworn that I had my watch in my pocket. But then I remembered I had left it in the bathroom nt home." When the judge got home that night his wife said: "Why " this bother about your watch-sending four or the men for it?" "Good heavens!" aid the judge: "I never sent anyone! What did you dot" “I are it to the Brst one who came; he knew Just where it wu." . Love and esteem no the iirtit prin- ciples ot friendship, which 1117qu is Imperfect where either of those two is treating. We must not take the faults ot our youth into our old age; for old on brings its own tietetrta.--otetM, With Indians in the Black Hills Suited was the inex. na- Paul Brown in Field and Stream, July, B2. The waters of the Bay of Gomsive (Haiti) were fairly quiet. Our small boat rose and fell gently on the {wells as I stepped over the side and de. scended the ladder. As my shoulders approached the "her I stopped, end the heavy copper helmet was slipped over my head and fastened under my arms. I could see the grinning buck natives start work at the pump and hear the slight hiss of the air can!» ing through the valve over my head. A slap on the helmet told me all was and I started to the floor of the bay, five fathoms beneath the surface. I landed in a new world-aut in- credibly beautiful and fantastic world where everyone of WY preconceived notions was wrong. Even walking I had to lam all over again. A step could not be taken quickly. A small jump was likelp to be extended to a flying leap which carried far beyond the original objective but very slowly. Arms and hands had to be moved de- liberately. The light from the surface was a soft glow, permeating every- thing, an illumination without sha- (lows. At my feet, as I landed, a hermit crab scuttled into its usurped shell, etunouf1aged with a waving anemone, and lumbered away. A big Starfish contracted and simply disappeared. Ahead of me was a miniature fairy castle, etched in moral with meats and ports and basticned towers. It was inhabited by gay little fishes gor- geous with all the colors of the prim- ary spectrum. They swam in schools from their protective fistsures to the very glass in the front of my helmet and peered in at me with motionless eyes. Then, suddenly, they all de.. parted as if by signal. Almost " once they vere replaced by a small group of par 'ot-fish-great, vividly shaded creatures with beaks that enabled them to wrench knobs of coral from the reef and lurch on the small fish and crustaceans that their house- wrecking activities disclosed. Then a small shark, perhaps five feet long, swam past lazily. For a long moment it stared at me, but as I reached for the threetined speat which swam: from the belt of my bathing suit and backed toward the coral cliff behind me, it swam away into the dusky obli- vion 30 feet from me. As I approached, the coral had suddenly changed from t glowing mass of yellow and lavender and orange mosaic into a uniform pinkish brown! I leaned forward. The entire surface of the coral cliff was covered with sea worms. These worms live in tubes of their own construction which they anchor to their host and into which they disappear at the slightest nctiee. These tubes, which looked for all the world like gray and irregular clay pipe stems, were soft and yield- ing. The tops were tightly closed, and there was no sign that beautiful flower-like animals were coneeaiea' within. I leaned my shoulder against the coral while I pried one of them from th cliff. Instantly the whole color scheme of the reef changed again as the minute pinkish polyps flashed into their stony shelters and left me gazing at the pure whiteness of the coral itself. Five Fathom: Deep Then a big grouper came idling through the fissures of the reef and flirted its tail at me. Presently I be- came aware of many groupers around me. I hauled from my pocket a six- foot piece of fishing line fitted with a heavy hook, and baited it with a small crab. The tide carried the bait- ed hook toward the feeding groupers. A two-foot grouper looked at it just once and then calmly swallowed it. I struck. The fish struck back, then went insane in a mad series of whirl- iur, flashing, twisting contortions at the end of my short line. I became enormously concerned in merely re- maining upright. That twofoot fish gave me a battle I would not have believed possible. Later I realized this was due to my own inability to move rapidly. I was in the midst of a school of groupers that, with their busineslike teeth, could have made a hospital case of me had they attack. ed together. As my catch grew Weak- er, one of this school of groupers bit a huge chunk from the eaptive's tail. Instantly a general attack was launch- ed at the injured fish, and before I could haul it to me there was little more than the head left on the hook. The eternal voraciousness of the crea- tures of the sea was never more graphically illustrated. In the meantime the appearance ot the sea bottom had changed. The chrysanthemums, gardeniis, gently waving nasturtiu:ns and gay little asters that are the living animals of the Bea, had withdrawn into their pro- tective homes. I sat down on a brawn-i ish violet stool equipped with a ttoft' eashiotv-to find it a sponge that quiv-‘ ered beneath me. I changed to a large lump of brain coral and watched the semape unfold and come to life again. A iewfish, awkward and hid- eous, billowed past. A number of lit- th, prdferh their spiny bodies looking like overgrown chestnut bum, went ontheir leisure] way unmolested. Bed snappers suddznly became frequent members of the milling iittlt before me and I caught at least 20. It was sport of the beat kind. I could never be sure whether or not the as): would upset me and let a rush of water into my helmet; never be certain that the line about my wrist would not out deeply enough to bring blood, which would have been dangerous; nor be sure that the Inger fish would not attack me. I had no idea how long I had been submerged. My fingers had already assumed the "washer-woman wrinkles state rhich is usually a signal to ascend. But I still wanted to see what was around the bend of the reef, and started for the edge of the coral growth which jutted into deeper water. As I rounded the bend a verit- able marine garden opened before me. Weeds and grasses grew in lovely, gracefully swaying luxuriance. Brown and violet chimney sponges sprouted from shafts of volcanic rock. Elk- hurn coral flung its arms about with embracing picturesqueness. A bril- liant butterfly-fish, tiny and almost iridescent, swam past-then another. then many, all concerned with some- thing that was beyond my ken. I watched these fish as they round. ed the corner of the reef Md dis- appeared, but while I looked one of them disappeared forever. It swam just a bit too close to one of the large "ficwers," which was a tube worm. As soon as the sensitive feelers of the , orm (which were the petals of the flower) felt the passing fish it closed like lightning and took the tiny fish into the maw that was " the same time its protecting tube. As I watched the process, l slowly realized that a lengthy shadow had appeared just beyond the coral. l peered again-and found myself star- ing at .. six-foot barracuda! It was suruying me with motionless, hollow. looking eyes. For a moment I was powerless to move. The shark that had passed didn't really frighten me but the barraetain did. Everything depended upon what this savage tor- pedo-shaped killer decided to do with me, and not what I decided to do. Then I realized that I had failed to roll up the fishing line, which still sported a chunk of crab dangling from the hook. The current had slowly lifted the bait toward the bar- racuda. I was actually fishing for the beast, but I certaintly didn't want to catch it. I was only hoping it would decide not to catch me. I twitch- eil the hook toward me, intending to get the line stowed away before the big mucdcrer had a chance to bite. But the barraeuda moved faster than the hook and grabbed the bait. I tried to snatch the line to me, and thereby set the hook in the barraeuda's jaw. With a terriffie, wrenching surge the tish started away. I was pulled to my knees, falling slowly, like a man in a slow-motion movie. When I landed flat on the bottom, the sea started gurgling into my helmet. It was splashing around my nose before I could struggle to I kneeling posi- tion. All the while, the terror " the end of my line, pulling and wrench- ing my ..rm, was an almost indistin- guishable blur because of the frenzy of its efforts to escape the hook. I reached Iesperately for my tri- dent, vaguely intending to slide it down the line until it penetrated the head of the plunging barracuda. But I could not hold the trident against the line, for the fighting fish started dashing from right to left. I tried to slip the line from about my wrist, but was unable to; neithcr could I cut it with the trident. While I was frantically wondering what I could do, I was ruddenly knocked back on my haunchcs. The fssh had struck at my helmet! Only the fart that it hit the copper rather than the glass, saved me. Tired and hurt, I hooked by arm about a jutting piece of tube coral, made a blind stab toward the swirl~ ing blur and felt the she] strike home.' Again and again I stabbed toward where I knew the fish must be, and eventually I felt the strain on my arm Sondtbmponfotyo'ufm a?" tt "Good load- an”. Fresh and Fragrare--Alwat1 'cirr"i7i"iri,7iTiJGardens “I .,lytgrl;'et'tea':."'""n and wrist lessen. Cautiously I pulled in my almost nerveless arm until l could catch the line with my other hand, then slowly I manoeuvrred the fish into position close to the bottom. I thrust the trident against it and leaned on the handle. The full give one fearful convulsive struggle, uhich almost threw me on the bottom again. Then it rolled we: and floated, belly up, in the current. - . " " ' -..-o mu up, All nu, ~u.--.... Slowly and painfully I wound my way through the blank are; which had been so beautiful when the fight started. I was unable to fir.d the rope lendin: to the surface, or the gather chain, and I was still too exercised to hunt must for them. I wanted to go up-and up I went, hand over hm: up the air line and light rope lending to my helmet. And so I emerged with the dead barracuda dangling from m' cut and bleeding wrist, my trident still protruding fro n its head. _ - V _ h_._,_, ' r."" -""'B --"_" -e "" That was the first of mmy dives l made'off the coral reefs of Huiti. Div- ing in shallow water on reefs or be. side them, where fish are sure to be numerous, is one of the greatest ex- periences an angler can have. 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