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, I”: A, - fT.sU n z‘iiszi‘: 4 a: . u f;‘ “nut. XI, ilQ tri a _ lb' . Wham EP an! SYNOPSIS. Mary Kuhn“. undertaken to trap The Fir, when use behave- "framed" Mrs. Jupiter, and but killed him to Mrs. “when and later lulled him to keep him {row will“. Al I.“ she plans to use the “mom Janitor necklace. which the murderer {and to Bet. She In aided by Bowen of the Star. Mary's "nee. Dirk Ruyther, and In! tamuy. up)”: to puma.“ ---____ -- V 'e----------------------' Bruce Jupiter. abBegtt many you". re- turns from Europe with . woman "lend. HI- father orders him out and make: Mary hits hair. Bruce swam to rout Mary. Mary and um quuml be- cnu-e Dirk I: “lou- ot Bowen and :0- fuses to believe In the ext-lance of The Fly. Mary so“ to Mtamt with Mr. Ju- piter on his yum. tho "Gypsy" man-e "mun tells her The my will be at Mia- leah to an M. horse run. Mary tried to speak from a dry throat but could not. She merely nodded. She trust get hold of her- sei" she thought wildly, or she would givo the whole thing any. What w“ it George Bowen has said? “Now's your big moment, Gloria Swanson, do your sum!" She relax- ed, vniling I little. De Lrma drew up u eht.is at the (ountess' urgent invitation. He said reprolingly, "All that is past, Louise. There ere no titles in America, re- member." Was there 8 warning in his tone? Mary could hive sworn his r' Ms were more sipifieart than they appeared. "Nonsense," the Countess laughed. "There are mon here than in Europe nowedtys!” "r. jupiter ate his dinne r, paying no attention to the emanation. De Lorna was not looking at Mary. After the that swift glarse.e--did she imagine it or had his eyes strayed to her throat, involuntarily seeking the neckueet--he gave his attention to ll: Countess, chatting with her in a munner at once reserved and intimate. Mary looked at Bruce to see how he ' as taking it. He was calm enough. No trace of jealousy there, " least, apparent to the eye. The music started and with one accord the two stood up cud danced away, almost forgetting to excuse themselves in their absorption. The Countess was anxious to get De Lorna airar, or so A seemed. Bruce imme- diately turned to Mary and they fol- lowed the others to the dam floor. Mary's thoughts were racing. Once she thought of throwing the whole thing on Bruce's shoulders. . "There is the man who killed your mother!” Bruce would be equal to the emer- gency; he would know what to do. And she could run away and hide, where this trembling of the knees would not threaten to conquer her at my minute.' If Bruce had been a trifle more approachable she might actually have done it. But this fro- m calm of his was more than she could break through. There was no doubt in her mind that it was the same man she had seen at Shny's. She would know him anywhere. The same smooth, allow skin, the same jet black hair. the bold, black eyes, so curiously unwinking. It was disconcerting to meet his stare --there was something rapaeious, in-l human about it. . And this other puzzle, of his ac- quaintance with the Countess. Where had those two known each other? The Countess was making her first visit lo America, ostensibly, and Mary knew definitely that America had been the scene of operations of The Fly for several years past, at least.' Was the Countess another whom he had taken in at some time or other? Or was she, as the astute Bates assert- ed, a criminal herself? Mary stabbed at the frozen fruits in her ice unseeingly. She was so ab- sorbed that it disconcerted her when she glanced up and saw her table com- "anions all looking at her. "wut is it'.'" she $.41. l "The Countess lo bred her eyes. "Enrique was merely saying that you look exquisite," she murmured throat- ily. "Not " all the jeune elle. It is rerUps the dress? Remarkable, the Bair for dress the your): American working women possesses. By day, the grub, slaving away " the type- writing machine . . . at night, voila! She is a butterfly, dressed like a queen'. Amazing'." The acute): was in that, as usual, but Mary \us saved from replying when De Lona, suddenly leaning for- ward on his “ms, asked bluntly: "mwen't I. met before?” "You were at "ghs y's, weren't you?” Mary laughed. "If I'd known then---" "Known? Known what?" "Why, that you were a count, of course!” She held her lower lip with her teeth. u if to control her amuse- mt. "We thought you were F--tt “detect! We practically ran from the place. Didn't you notice it?" l The innocent confusion that showed r,. her he. apparently "tiMed him, he he broke into n grin, Ind turned to the Contest to speak ttf something in. The music began gain, I my unto this ting artd_to We "iiaJiififi" LUd abruptly t,miea -irtouragimandaaudurto r-oo---------------, gunnindwithlimm CHAPTER XXIX. E802 No. 53--'32 Gems of Peril p, By HAZEL ROSS HAILEY. arm about her, her hand in his. It was . . . horrible. She, Mary Harkness, h the arms of this murderer, this thief! For one awful instant she felt Ur knees give way under her. Then she was dancing, she felt the beat of the music, she wrenched her mind away and kept it away from the man beside her. Gradually the black, dizzy whirlpool before her eyes cleared. with. lief-Eat}; V beautifully . . better than my man she had evrr danced A quick spatter ot applause broke out as they finished. Looking aobut in surprise, Mary saw that they were almost the onlg couple on the floor, Mr. Jupiter beamed upon her and Bruce applauded mildly. V“ - ""rw-- w v The Countess was twisting bread between restless fingers, nfbcting an indifference Mary knew she was far from feeling. The Countess professed a headache. "From watching those silly horses," Bruce remarked. "Never again for "K3 "You should have worn gimses," De um. chided her, taking s pair of colored lenses from his pocket Ind offering them to her. "Yoa will need these It you are here long. The sun- light 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 Heinz?” De Loma asked quickly, looking sharply at the girl. Mary shruggrd. "it is a famous truck, and I had never seen a race. I "un’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 Loma exclaimed. "She's a Jinx, that horse. She always rings me bad luck. Well, she won't any more. damn Mar!” "Why don't you change her name?" Bruce suggested indifrerently. "Some- times tbat helps." Mary knew the remark was inn/tl cent, but she held her breath. De Lom. might not take it so. She be- gan to regret that Bruce had not been taken into eoniidence about the iden- tity of the man they Were after. Fear- 1 tul of Bruce's headstrong impulsive-, Less, she and Mr. Jupiter had decided to keep the essential facts trom the younger man for a while. But he ctuld hardly have made a more unfor. tunate remark had he really intended to. And as if that were not enough, he blundered on: "La Mosca! Why, that's--" quickly, desperately, Mary set her French-heeled slipper on his foot and stepped-hard. Bruce looked at her angrily, his mouth open to protest-- but something in her face stopped him fortunately. "Yes, yes'." she teased, "that's the horse you lost your money on. Bat you needn't insult Mr.-Ctgr.t De Loma.” She was almost shivering with relief that he had not gone on and .said what she guessed he had started to say-Nhat', Italian for The Fly." Once that word was noken, she knew the jig would be up. De Lorna would never believe that was accidental. Bates, who had been smoking and idly looking out over the harbor, now shifted lazily in his chair. "Oh, is Li Mosca your horse?" he asked. De Loma looked from Bruce to Bates and back again. He V'as taut as a spring, Mary could see-suspicious. She could hear the beating " her own heart in the tense silence. "She was," De Luna answered after a moment's hesitation. "You've sold her then Y' Bates spoke _casually, apparently without interest. "She has been shot," De Lorna snap- ped. Everyone at the table stared at him, De Loma caught himself up quickly. Mary looked into her plate, not daring to lift her hot eyes to the man's face. 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 courageous little animal! he had taken a bad tumble bat she had strugled to her feet again and ran the race out, game to the core. And she ‘had not even limped! No, what had ‘made it necessary to shoot her we what happened later, in the paddock, Mary knew. "De Lama kicked hell out of her." "The injury," he explained suavely, "made it necessary." P' "She must have cost you a good bit today the throaty voice of the Coun- tess murmured. "Too muchl" De Lorna gritted. Out of the corner of her eye Mary thought she aw a dark-visaged man who had been hovering about the door beckon to De Lem: just them but she could not be sure. She looked them eamtallr, but the man had turned his ua. a. named to be poring over combing he held in his hand. Then 1h. pit. ”nothing tn his Teat mrehl- - a 10min pen. m has had that to (o and the did not want a Mam. New at you can?" the Cog? A Traveller Views England 1 After Twenty Years Absence, After twenty yenre I have seen Eur land again. and I am not disappointed. All the lovely things 1 remembered and hoped to see once more are still there and have remained the some. it is us though I had returned to: gaze upon an exquisite tapestry that had bung tor many centuries in the same honored place. Here end there a thread has been broken or worn "way. perhaps, but it has been re- ;paired so thoroughly that the design {is undisturbed. The background was put in with such solid. painstaking et. tort that it has stood the test of years: and, it tears have sometimes dropped on those closely worked stitches. the gold and silver threads have not been .tarnished. Looking at London with eyes that had longed tor many years. I did not search for nor count the new build. ings: in fact, l must confess that there were some ot which i'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 tiower women still rest their baskets of fragrance at the feet of Eros. Struc- ture by structure a more modern set- ting is being built around Westmina ster, but those delicately wrought pin-i nacles. ethereal against the smoky London sky, still grip ones heart: tor, unless a frame is so untitting " to he 'noticeable, the picture remains undis- lturbed. The morning sunlight still {plays upon the fountains in Trafalgar l91uare and on the steel gray wings of pigeons wheeling around the base or Nelson's Column, in Kensington Gar- dens the sheep move lazily as ever be. Heath the trees. cropping the grass as they go, and one may still imagine the music of a pastoraie or the far-away echo of Peter Pan’s voice, calling. I shall not soon forget an awakening} one morning-the first morning in London. Our windows looked out to Whitehall Court and very early, while the light was still taint, l heard the sound ot bagpipes skirling. Nearer and nearer it came along until l was impelled to run to the window, Along the street, his tartans swirling around him. came a stalwart piper, followed by a detachment of red-coated guards. Then kept perfect formation and marched with all the pomp and cere- mony ot the centuries that lie behind the pageantry ot London. Not even "he sunorous chiming ot Big Ben. close lat hand, had thrilled me more. The changing ot the guard at Buck. ingham Palace still goes on. I saw the gay scarlet ot the uniforms mass- ed against the background ot those drab old walls and I heard the hand play. l watched the orderly crowd of men. women and children lined up out. side the iron rails and gathered around the entrance. It interested me, having witnessed less tactful ‘methods in other countries. to notice the good. humored English "Bobbie" admonish the crowd when they pressed in too closely toward the his gates. Every. one opened up again with pleasing grace, as he waved them back into place. He did it with a slight motion at his hand and a smile on his face. t like these London policemen; they are friendly souls, ready to give you in. formation or prepared to stretch out a protecting hand when the trttitie surges too heavily. De Lorna came round the table and sun-ed at Mary, unsmiling. "I shall hope to dance with you again,," he said politely. "Thank you. Shall you be at the fetet" "That's a datel" he said. "I shad be there'." While I am on the subject ot the Rum In it that Mr. ”Tuna" Johnny wan-manor, the anon. swim, in . you deal tn the comma, at up. Vela. acne]: Mar. 'rer_qhhttteaehttsgttrrtatttrerreu, 7, l (To be continued.) A Romance? hsndlinz of trsmc. i would like to cont-I ment upon tt condition thst impressed‘ me very much - the' absence tr; "dott'U" in the tulle rules. This is; not peculiar in London: my compsnion‘ end i observed it all over Engilnd. Motorists are requested. not commend- ed; sdmonished. not threatened. Even the signs on the road are worded w iiteiy. A reckless driver ot the most hardened caliber would and it impos- sible, I think. to resist the appeal: "Gently, please." We had previously decided that the) most interesting way to renew our: acquaintance with the English court. tryside would be to hire an automobile and drive ourselvea whither we would. The courtesy shown us by our fellow motorists was most gratefully re ceived. tor we were conscious that this was our tirtst experience in many years or driving on the left-hand side ot the road. We left London with the feel. ing that everyone traveling toward, or with us, would be instantly aware ot our inexperience and perhaps consider be objects of annoyance. But a few miles brought us reassurance. Before long we gave ourselves up to the joy ot the moment, Could any- thing be lovelier than England in Betr tember? The trees were green and leafy, with no suggestion. as yet. of winter; tor 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 meadow: of Bucking. hamshire and Oxfordshlre looked so verdant that we wondered if we had forgotten their green, or If they were More green this year than ever before. We meandered through villages-re. joicing to and familiar Ittttdtntrrka-- passing the lovely old ivy-covered houses ot Chalfont St. Giles and the unspoiled red brick and timbered cot- tages ot Wickham End. There was a common where I had once, as a little child, gathered wild ioxgloves; and still farther along a signpost, pointing to a footpath across the fields, remind- ed as ot a place where we tttuf both spent many happy hours. Ana so on 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 or a well-loved book. We knew so much ot it already by heart that we were sure at the enjoyment to be found on each page. - it seemed titting that nightfall should tind us in Strattord-on-Avon. the little town that nestles in the very heart ot England and yet belongs to all the world. To sleep in an old four-post bed, in a room with lattice windows. appeared a right culmination to a day into which so many memories had been crowded. We tound ourselves, one Sunday evening, beneath the turrets and bat. tlements ot Ludlow. We walked through the quiet streets ot the little town that still appears to shelter um der those dominant walls, and then our steps led us to the footpath that tollowts the outer line ot the castle. In contrast to the peaceful valley of the Teme, these mighty stonework: tower. ed above us like cllfle and we were re minded of the part this great castle had played in the history ot the Bor. der. Gradually the dusk crept over the Stretton hills beyond the river and the shadows deepened beneath the arches ot the old stone bridge. Little groups of people passed us. saunterlng: a band ot youths, a. mother taklng her small Boek home to bed; an aged couple, a boy and girl, arm in arm. We felt ourselves slipping into place with those people and once again we felt ourselves a part ot England. Waiting there In the 'wilight, When you come to thine ot it, It " really utoundlnz 120.! much IndIvIdu- all” were Is In bells tttid bell-rlngIna throughout Italy. Used on we no to the pull and the well-ordered tram- tlonn ot belt-ringing In England, per- haps we no apt " tlrttt to no a little etmtetuptttotm of what seem- to no the hamm-ucarum unsung ot bells In IuIInn town. But henrken Imtietttlr and eventually you Will and aomethIn; lIke order emerging out ot chaos and, before you know It. you will and your- self becomIn; fond of what you an: regarded " Domini but a cacopho nous din. The hells ore unmistakably ditterettt in tone trom English bells. They are no; so mellow and. so a matter at tact, some of them are positively harsh and raucous. Not I few of them In cracked and house. But, in some subtle way. they tit into the picture as nothing else could and you would miss them terribly were they silenced. The method ot rittgiug--or, perhaps, you prefer to call it the luck ot method- talked no more ot those old warlike Lords ot the Marches, but Into our thoughts crept some lines from Hous- man's lovely poem: "Oh come you home of Sunday When Ludlow streets are still And Ludlow bells are calling To farm and lane and mill “Lame your home behind you. Your trlenda by field and town; Oh. town and field will mind you Till Ludlow tower is down." --Gwett Castle, In The Christian Science Monitor. The Future of Britain By STANLEY BALDWIN There are times when you think you tau see some way ahead, but I think the man who says he can see some way ahead " a eharlatatt. We must not begin to think what we are going tc do in the future uno til we have got this country “great deal straighter than 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 working now with the approbation of practically the whole country. and tor that reason it in very unlikely to be upset by any future government unless it falls ot its purpose. It It tails-well, then I cannot see what lies before this country. Every. thing, except what we hue done, has been tried. and the nttempta have all ended in failure and in dil- aster. Don't let names distract you. There are things happening in the industry ot the world today that .vill undoubtedly lead in the course ot the next generation to some form ot con trol, and international control. Don't run away with the idea that this is socialism. Socialism has no mean- lng today in the ecanomics of this country Each a the unemployed met. In Bo mm is entitled to obtain from the Government the gold washing rights ot tiett acres in " Pu area. Wit is an unexpected explosion ot thought. Fredericton, New Brunswick. - Creamery butter production in New Brunswick in September amounted to 217,000 pounds, an increase of '" per cent. over the output of September. 1931. The increase tor the nine month: to September 30 mounted to 10.0 per cent. production being 2,140,920 pounds. Montreal, qusrbt)e.-For the ttret' ' in its history, the port of Mont. reel u Ihippln; pitch in gummy, te. 000 tons having recently hit for ance, where it a to he need In the unaware of briquettes. The not! of Toronto In. mo cupped 1.478 tone to new In new: week. First Politician--'" suppose you have said things that you were aor- ry fort" U -Beeond politician-ND, yes. but I have always managed to show that 1 was misquoted." Superb Quality . . Always Bell-Ringing in Italy ma m the Guam" EEK}! Mite. in every city and town. Vent tian bell-ringing is not to be confound- ed M. l Florentine treil-rittgirre, any more than the note of the Mulnxone could be mistaken tor the voice ot the major bell of the Duotno in Florence. Rom: a hells, again. are every bit an individual in tone. and the manua- in which they are runs. " are the bells ot either Flu-ence or Venice. Whether it he the Mannsona'a deem'lroaled; crash that sends Saint Ila.k'| pigeons circiinx upward from the Piazza. or w ether i' he the snarling roar oi the great hell in Giottor tower. with bl the lesser bells or Florence following in chorul. Italian hell music add: much to the complex charm ot the land. At San Sepoicro the Clmmlliu and hells make a we” characteristic wreature of the town, and one is glad to hear the metallic clanguor as many times a day u it pleases the ring in to pull the ropes-From "Down the Tiber ... l Up to Ron f' by Hamil Donaldson Eberlem. Geottrey .1 Marks. Prank A, Wallis. Making a may ot the world is no longer simply a matter ot cloistered draftsmen. dimcultiea encountered by the Nttionnl Geographical Society in completing their recently published world mop demonstrated. Stopping the presses three times in the timtl weeks ot publication ot the map in order to make change: necel- |ltated by new developments in the complicated maze of international re- lations. end by unexpected changes In names ot cities. we: only one of tn. numerable obstacles faced In the soeietr's task ot trying to make an up ttt.ttteanittute picturization ot the world. Probably the most trying task ot the numerous preliminary details, the society said, was that ot obtaining the correct spellings of names ot citiee and countries. The Japanese Emhes- sy. on one occasion. in order to deter- mine whether a tinal "O" should be placed on the word "Manettukuo," was forced to table halt wsy around the world. The answer was "yes." Many names. which have been ta. miliar to the world at large tor cen- turlee, tell to eppear on [his latest map. In their place appear other names. unrecognizable to most people, For example. “Nulml Novgorod." famed tor centuries as a great Rheum city, now tome as “Mum Com." The Butte " now " 'e Grevenhlxe." although the tanner name ll lleted In wrenches“ to help the reader. Mrrr. no ll Ihrted under Its newest unme- "mnir." . Mystery gloves. fashioned ot extra thin blsck silk lace. are til the use in Paris It the moment. They are said to enhance the whiteness ot nrms Ind hands. The physical problem ot printing" the map and distributing it we: in it- self no mean task. More then torty. two tone ot e particular kind ot paper were need in mixing it. end more then 5.000.000 impressions were made, dub Ing which proceee the sheet: mveled In eetimeted total distance of more than "" nilee. Needy two tone of new um were need. “What do you think of our mural tattutat" uni the Modal m. “Wall." dm,rud the Mean ms. an." 'T m n - in tho to: out: m t didn't get I chum to"! Map Making Today New Gloves Brownie! Hana-m A In the Mt we breathe thruugh oul ttttt through out mum iOt germs u. would grow. C sum I to! Clothes we change we” our (on. a II tor that. new all uromx'es no. You - Luck In your and: If tall you mtr true Brownie: alwitrs tot cieanll no" not. D ll 0'...“ which Is Mm we an,“ And In“: all an ulsly germs-wh, o annoyed! B can“ tot' Eur. we wash every 43,. For othervlu how could we hear “a .or you. a und- (or Germs. those teeny wee things Which hide In the dirt Ind “mesa om; " II for Halt so shining and might. We brush it at morning, and Brush it toth Bart . II tor Feel; In: cure a. Luna Cot. For think In: u lot of work the) do at night. " 1ttd1-tiott--ett uuplemam pain, It '0 don't at to fast We won‘t get , min. J ll tor Jubllbe. It you have a penny Think ot your teeth and don't bu) L00 may. K In tor Knees, It you hurt them at al Bee that the out 1. Jean me: you [All L " tor anhler. a ionic u um: We all know the saying. "laugh and grow tat." I In tor the Medium: ‘11ch we must uh: II we should need It. tor clennliwss' an. N Istor Nlill. not don'. Bite men. alone. And do keep them clean. for dirt hides In the“. o u tor Oranges. eat one each day, The,“ good tor the skir and keep In“ any. P "and. tar 90110: which an Brown- tee Illa... Their tthe " should be rosy nua tan- nd by the nun. 0 ll tor Quur. which is what we may feel It me eat many rich thlugs at cult down our meal. tt'g Rheumatism “mm L: tx!ltV. wa may " It w. dou't change um Home: “1.60 we get them all wet. S is tor Boap, use lots ot it, do'. It will clean you and keep you :sum _ ma " m. too. T In tor Teeth we clean every day For otherwise germ will won ll, undone. " Vncdnuop. the man: on om arm That an Ill from mues- which may. rut. 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When III. hu found what she thinks to be the ecrrect 1' to she brings q in Brown Owl, who checks it and then gives her another first line, until in apply is exhausted When all the rhyme have been paired on no Brownies come into Fairy Ring, and each Brownie read: out her nvm. tune or rhrs 1 in niplmuii a; Liu Mer.--Ptom the Guide. Girl Guide News a titi "i"i'FviGtiuir -- "ir." Try ltr on ate-ttte Ill-Mb on the ML" “Row did you with we It, Mm: You showed her that thousand-doi- lu' but notet" “Uh Ill. than does-tslipped lt out ot I!) pocket while I was “leap." "Ride 'mt-"No, but than “out " m not you f" on tor it." “M an to no new!“ tl"" rules It we’. ll Brownie each day an be "ro" he to tm g: IN up d d ll