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In a country of such diversified peo
pie, with such diversified Ideals—said
an American statesman—the only saf«
thing Is to say absolutely nothlng.
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Blinks—I always count ten before
I speak when I am angry.
Jinks—That’s commendable—
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the time It takes it think tip meaner
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The outskirts of Viatka grew
more definite. They were ac
tually approaching the rail
way station; Jimmy sat for
ward with renewed interest.
It was now 20 days since he
and Rogers had shaken hands
on the steps of their club in
far away Manhattan. Despite
the fact that this last long
jaunt across Siberia had been
irksomely monotonous, he was
impressed with a certain sense
of satisfaction. Thus far, he
was a great deal ahead of the
schedule which had enabled
the present holder of the
world girdling record to main
tain fame. With reasonable
luck, he would arrive in Rag
dad-on-the-Subway in another
eight days.
“Around the world in 28
days!” Jimmy muttered, his
eyes on the rapidly unfolding
life of the strange city through
which the long train was slow
ing down. There was a cer
tain thrill in the thought; af
ter all, why hadn’t he tried
this before? It was making a
piker of old Phileas Fogg, he
mused; and with the reflec
tion, a wry smile curved his
lips. Someone, too, would make
the same piker out of him,
some 20 or 30 years hence.
Fame was a fleeting thing.
But the game was interest
ing. That was Jimmy Bran
don’s solace. It had always
been the zest of the game, with
him, the sport of the moment;
the courage that it took to win
a battle, rather than the result
of the fight. And there was
still considerable of a battle
ahead.
| The train chugged to a stop
before an uninteresting collec
tion of shacks and a drab look
ing station. Jimmy peered out
with an expectant look. He
decided to step out and stretch
himself, reflecting that he
might possibly find another
mysterious visitor to his com
partment when he returned.
Only this time, he promised
himself to have the element of
surprise in his favor.
Jimmy strolled down the cor
ridor and paused on the steps
leading into the coach. He
caught sight of a file of soldiers
in the new Russian uniform.
They seemed interested in the
train, the leader’s eyes roved
along the train windows. A
guard hurried up to him at his
signal just as Jimmy hailed
him. There was a momentary
consultation.
A second later, Jimmy gave
a short exclamation, under his
breath. “Now what the devil
does this mean?” he demand
ed of no one.
The guard, after a brief con
versation with the leader, had
nodded vigorously; and turn
ing, he had pointed directly at
Jimmy Brandon standing in
the doorway. The leader gave
a brusque jerk of his head and
started over. Wonderingly,
Jimmy noted that the soldiers,
j rifles slung over their should
ers. followed.
The cortege paused beneath
him. .Timmv was lighting a
cigarette, his cool, speculating
eves narrowed over the match
flame, when the clipped voice,
speaking in polite French,
came to him:
“Milles Pardonnes! This is
Monsieur .Tames Brandon?”
The guard had drawn back.
.Timmy surveyed the speaker
interestedly. Something was
in the wind. The latter was a
serious faced young man,
rather aristoeratie of feature,
j and good looking. Also, his
French pleased the man li*» in
terrogated.
“Oui—I'm James Brandon.”
.1 i tn m y dose nided to the
ground and stood before the
group.
At h brief command, the file
of soldiers ringed the coach **n
Fur Manufacture Is
Now Great Industry
WibhinjUm, «API—Fur manu
facture tn this country has become
a $230,000,000 oustneu
A survey of the Industry by the
department of commerce show % that
the number at csiaolAi'.ntrnt > rt,.
gaged In tha manufacture of fu;
goods. other than felt hau. has in
creased from 1.300 In 1314 to 2.000
In 1923. while the numbrr of work
ers has advanced fmm 9 000 to IT.
000. ani the wholesale vslue of their
18
trance. The leader fluttered
an official looking paper and
Jimmy frowned, lie had seen
such papers often, and inevit
ably, when their coming was
unexpected, they had spelled
trouble.
“It is my painful duty to
inform you, Monsieur Brandon,
that you are my prisoner and
under arrest!”
Jimmy gasped, stunned for a
moment. “WhatT Say that
again!”
Obligingly, as though ac
customed to the process in
which not even the grace of
humor remained to him, the
man repeated the formula. The
guard starpd with all the avid
curiosity of his kind, and then
watched interestedly as Jim
my, inhaling deeply and keep
ing a check on his nerves, took
the document which was hand
ed him, and ran over it briefly.
It was true enough. Al
though he had spent some time
as a correspondent in Moscow,
he was not wpII acquainted
with the eccentricities of Rus
sian spelling. He could read
enough, however, to grasp the
purport of the officially sealed
statement.
He was under arrest, charged
with being a spy! Also, he dis
covered, he was suspected of
having written material derog
atory to the soviet government
—material which it was ex
pected that he, as a newspaper
man, would publish on his re
turn to the United States.”
“There s some mistake
here,” he said quietly. “I’m
the man you describe, all right
-—but this thing is all wrong.
Why, see here, I have friends
in every commissariat in Mos
cow—ail over Russia, in fact,
except this town. You’ll have
to give me the chance to ex
plain.”
“You shall be given every
opportunity, monsieur,” the
leader protested. “Every op
portunity. This, however, is
an order, as you will see. Be
lieve me, I am desolate—”
“Desolate? You won’t know
what desolate means until
you’re sitting where I am this
minute!” Jimmy exploded.
Then he groaned, as the train
gave its warning whistle and
the guard climbed the coach
steps.
“You will please step into
the station, monsieur,” sug
gested the leader firmly. “You
are to be examined at once.”
Jimmy felt a panicky feeling
inside him. This was a desper
ate moment, and even with all
his resource, he saw no escape.
The young leader was cour
teous enough, but he was de
termined. Jimmy looked about
hii-i helplessly. The soldiers
drew nearer, tentatively; there
was something in their atti
tude which suggested that they
would be pleased at an order
to drag him to the station.
The guard coughed. Jimmy |
held his calm with a deep ef
fort. He must not lose his dig
nity for a moment; that would
be fatal. The train whistled
again. There was no one—no
one to help—and to stop here
meant disaster. ^ et there was ,
no alternative. Without tnis
train, l:c would miss the air
plane in the morning to Ko
nigslterg, and the trip would
be lost!
CT1APTKR XVI
You will step into the sta
tion, monsieur—at once.”
.1 iminv looked up. There
was nothing to he gained by J
waiting for the guards to drag
hint along—nothing except a
complete loss of his dignity.
Hi* shrugged, and then bright
ened with a sudden thought.
There was Rogers! Rogers
could at least identify him;
the man couldn’t refuse that.
Possibly the identification
might change the man's ntti
aggrrtate product has Increased
from $44,000,000 to I2i4.000.000.
Although the Mi '.vUppi valley
I* rated u the largest tur produc
ing area In the world and supplies
a large proportion ot ttie annual
$79 0O0.000 catch, which U double
that of <"*anad« it U n*cw«sry to
Impart same iUiWIOM worth ot
fu ml ,» b;i; 4 in p up) *‘"i r'n
trorn Alaska to meet the demand
Imports corn# from all aectiona ol
the world, only su countries supply
mg more ;aau $ > OOo.'Juu worth year
1 If
An expart buatnaaa uiso has been
tude; it might persuade him to
send on one or two men to
Moscow, at least, where Jimmy
knew he could be exonerated
of any charges in a moment.
Breaking from the group, he
rau forward toward his rival’s
compartment. The train was
beginning to move. He scarce
ly noticed the three soldiers
who ran at his heels with their
rifles at port, nor that another
of the squad had taken his
bag.
Austin Rogers was lying
back indolently and smiling
out of his opened window. His
dark eyes were ironically gay
as they fell on the soldiers.
Jimmy halted and rapidly ex
plained his predicament, edg
ing sidewise as the train jerked
ahead.
“You’ll identify me, of
course!” he demanded.
“They’re taking me for a spy,
you see. You can tell ’em who
I am!”
The engine was puffing
nervously, the wheels turning.
Rogers shook his head slowly
and a little smile played about
his lips.
“Damned inconvenient, isn’t
it?” he drawled.
“But T can’t see what I can
do about it, Brandon. How the
deuce am I to know whether
you’re a spy or not?”
Jimmy stepped back, his
eves narrowed, his face froz
en. Even before Rogers had
spoken, with the man’s ironical
smile, he had known what to
expect. Everything seemed
whirling madly about him. The
train got under way slowly—
agonizingly slow! He turned
with desperation to the leader,
who had come up.
“Can’t you send a man with
me to Moscow—or come your
self?” he demanded. “I won’t
be able to get away, and I can
be identified there!”
The young soldier was sorry,
extremely sorry. ‘‘It would be
quite impossible, Monsieur
Brandon. But if they can iden
tify you at Moscow, it will only
mean a slight delay here. Your
belongings must be ,searched
comprenez? The Commissar’s
orders were definite. You must
be brought to him at once—
then, if he says so, you may
communicate with Moscow.”
Jimmy groaned aloud with
sheer helplessness. A slight de
lay !
ITe watched the coaches pull
past him as the train got un
der way—a long succession of
them, veiled in a mist. There
was a last glimpse of Roger’s
face, and his slow ironic smile.
Jimmy’s eves flashed. Could it
have been he—?
But what matter? lie had
lost. He stood there helpless, in
a dull silence. It was useless to
plead further with his captor
—too late now.
Suddenly his head jerked
up. The cloud which fogged
his vision cleared away just as
the last coach came opposite
him. Just for an instant—the
most fleeting instant, he
caught sight of a white,
troubled face at a compart
ment window: a white face
with red. familiarly curved
lips—a single glimpse as fleet
ing and as fragilelv elusive as
the haunting perfume of black
narcissus and the slim figure
he remembered on the Harbin
platform.
That was all. The train was
gone; he could see only the
hack of the last coach, its door
and tail lights making of it a
grinning image of irony. Then
lie was alone, and he stood on
the platform with only the
waiting soldiers.
The young leader stood at j
Ins shoulder. “You will eome
with me. Monsieur Brandon.
My men have your hag.”
Jimmy nodded lifelessly, j
For the moment, he was
stunned by the extent of his
misfortune. Later—even he I
knew it. hack in his mind, he i
would recover and rearrange
his plans. In some way. he
would get out of this, if it
were humanly possible. For
the present, there was nothing
to be done; lie had lost every
thing.
developed, with the United King- .
dom. Canada. Oermany and Franc#) I
the beat customers Exporta last
year were valued at $31,000,000.
Musk i at. opossum. skunk and
raccoon are the «"i**tandlng com
mercial fun product tn this cotin
try, but numerous other pelta enter
the trad< in small volume. Tata!
production, which varies little from
year to year. Is 13.000.000 muskrat
pelts. 8 000 000 skunk and 800.000 to
1.000 000 raccoon.
Marked development in fur farm
ing ‘n this country tn recent years,
tha survey adds, has resulted In
There was a dilapidated mo
tor waiting outside the station. '
Few people were about, to
stare at the curious company
which emerged and entered it.
Jimmy had a hazy recollection
of a few porcine yokels hang
ing near by, a stretch of cob
blestone pavements, and an
empty, dreary street that was
entirely without interest. Viat
ka seemed as careless of life as
he did at that moment.
All but two of the soldiers
were sent on foot. The re
mainder occupied the automo
bile with himself and the lead
er. Jimmy summoned a grim
smile when he glanced at the
worn condition of the car.
“Hardly befitting such an ac
complished criminal,” he told
himself.
“Pardon?” murmured the
soldier in charge, leaning for
ward politely.
Jimmy looked up, frowning.
For a moment, he studied the
good looking, deferential face.
Then he shook his head and a
grim smile came to his lips.
“I was just thinking,” he
rep’ied. “I didn’t think it pos
sible to hate one person as
much as I do you.”
“Really?” The man smiled
as though his captive had com
plimented him hugely.
“Really,” Jimmy agreed.
“You’ve a great career ahead
of you. mon ami. You couldn’t
have been more courteous to
me if it had been I who killed
the Tsar. I imagine murder
ers in this country must have
town houses pla-xl at their
disposal, to ju<l*r from the po
liteness 1 seem to rate.”
To all of which the youthful
leader replied with his obse
qiflous smile. It was exactly
as though he had been detailed
to see that his prisoner’s visit
to Viatka proved entertaining.
Jimmy at last shook his head
and sank back silently against
the cushions.
Something bad to be done, i
What, he couldn’t for the life
of him imagine. Rogers was
bearing on toward Moscow, lie
was here in Viatka faced with
a grave charge, prisoner for
an indeterminate length ol
time; and Jimmy had been in
the new Russia for Ions
enough to know that the treat
ment accorded political pris
oners by the soviet government
was far from gentle.
He must expect anything,
and meanwhile trust to his
own resource and the luck
which had never failed him in
a crisis.
Blit his first hopes were
dashed when they reached the
huge, frowning building which
housed the office of the com
missar and various other stntc
departments in Yiatka. The
commander’s office, on the
first floor, was empty except
for a young, impassive seere
tary who nodded with a for
bidding frown when the pris
oner and his captors came in.
There was a swift inter
change in Russian which Jim
my could not catch. Ilis eaptoi
turned hack to him at last.
“The Commissar will return
in an hour or two,” he said
“You will accompany me for
the present.”
There was no alternative.
•Timmy told himself that his
luck had begun to fail him,
and it was with a sinking, de
pressed feeling in the very
depths of his being that he
permitted himself to he led out
of the square, crimson carpeted
office, down a long, silent cor
ridor.
His mind was working swift
ly. nevertheless. Trained in oh
servation, lie noted for future
reference that the building in
which he found himself could
not always have been a hous
ing for state departments. That
it was now, was obviously an
other of the results of the rev
olution: the former home of
the nobility turned to mimic
ipal or state use.
(TO B* CONTINUED)
FANCY CAKES
Children enjoy fancy cake Icing
so much, it should be used often
Little red cinnamon drops, bonbon;
and fine little sliver coated drop*
can be kept handy and scattered
onto the frosting In a modernistic
pattern very easily.
supplying virtually all fox pelts
from domestically bred animals.
EXHIBITION CANCELLED
London —One of Mr PUzgcrald
of Barnet, was growing a giant
pumpkin for exhibition at a fair
He provided every care that could
be given a pumpkin and It grew
ponderous Then one day, Fitzger
ald went out to inspect the pump
kin and found that hie Persian cal
had scooped out a cavity in it nd
nad taken possession with a Utter
of four kittens.
What Will
When your
Children Cry
for It
Thera is hardly ■ household thal
hasn't heard of Castorla! At least flv«
million homes are never without it If
there are children In your family,
there’s almost dally need of Its com
fort And any night may find you very
thankful there’s a bottle in the house,
lust a few drops, and that colic or
constipation Is relieved; or diarrhea
chocked. A vegetable product; a baby
•emedy meant for young folks. Castorla
is about the only thing you have ever
heard doctors advise giving to Infants.
Stronger medicines are dangerous to a
tiny baby, however harmless they may
be to grown-ups. Good old Castorla!
Remember the name, and remember
to buy It It may spare you a sleep
less, nnxious night It Is nlways ready,
always safe to use; In emergencies, or
for everyday ailments. Anyhou^oftha
day or night that Baby becomes fret
ful, or restless. Castorla was nevet
more popular with mothers than It Is
today. Every druggist has It.
EAT WHAT YOU LIKE
This would be fine and has been recom
mended but many when they follow this
advice get headaches, pains or gas, heart
burn, sour stomach, or a tired feeling
which shows that their stomach is not
acting as it should and needs help. If
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Harold C. Watkins, Box 298, Scranton,
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A short life may be complete.
Cold Need Cause
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Singers can’t always keep from
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so can you. Get Pape's Cold Compound
that comes In pleasant-tsstlng tablets,
one of which will break up a cold so
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Gossip Is the tool of cowards.
•‘Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege
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makes me feel like life is worth
living, my nerves are better
and I have gained pep and feel
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Smith, 808 S. Lansing Street,
St. Johns, Michigan.
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