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Phillips 4 Milk of Mpgnesia j Meteors Hold Key To Universe, Says Harvard Observer The importance o‘ the study of meteors and meteorites in man's ef fect to understand ‘tae nature of tha universe wa emphasized by Dr. Harlow Shapley, director of the Harvard observatory. in a *?c ure j recently in the new cannier e hail auditorium of the co-lige of the CUv cf New York. Citrs Fail of Meteorite* "Our contract with the outside universe coir.na cn.'y through two media, light an1 ui : .re.” said P:o fe-scr Shapley. "Th-e metiers that lilter drwn through the atmoirhere as m:teor.t:a provide opprrtunSfies for significant chemical analysis. It ts estimated that a 1,009/130,000 meteoric pait.ee> tcilide with tho earth's atmosphere every 21 hours, ond all birt the Jar-:?; and lewe.-t are burned in the r.imcepirerc. “Prolonged ru'tir, cf the num bers rr.d motions of meteors tshoot ing : z) will contribute a test of j theories cf the cm n o. the nar.h, | especially of the plan - ma' hy- I pethssss. Tie planet eeneaL see one I class of rr .tears "There is a c.oi? cvnnK.. n be tween the clouds cf me.ejr, moving across the s'Ur ysten cud the great d.ffuae n hulas, of the Milky ,Way. The nebulas are believed :o 03 fac ors in ilia evolution ol stars and therefore studio of meteors rill help ta Interpret the nauire cf the nebulae and thc.r role .n the evolu tion cf stars and planets. “Studies of the brightness of shoaling; otars indicate the earth's atmosphere 50 miles above the sui fnce is about the same tempera ture as at the surface itself. Fur ther knowledge cf the upper atmos phere will com'1 through theoretical studies and observations of the brightness of mo-tccro-.” Slone 109,003,030,030 Years Oicl In the course of his lecture Dr. Shapley showed Ms audience a small stone thought to be unnum bered ages older than the stones of the earth's crust, older, indeed, than the earth itself and where e crets, Dr. Shapley said, are the same as the ultimate secrets cf the origin and existence or the material universe. The small si ne, which started \ wandering through space some 10,- | 000,030 000 you- ago, according to ; the estimates cf astronomers, is a ! meteorite, one of a shower of shoot- | lng stars, tha. traveled at a sp ed of 33 miles a second and finally 1 caught up with the earth, itself speeding along at 20 mi! a a second, in 13(57, when it landed in central Poland. Most of the o!d~r members of the shower were cornplc My burned ty tho friction with the earth’s atmosphere, but the one ex hibited by Dr. Shapley survived and was finally brought tc the atten tion ot scientists. The ms'tecr'te. Dr. Shapley said, moved toward the earth in hyper bola, proving that it came into the solar system from outer space. It is such stones. Dr. Shapley empha sized, which car’-y In them the story of the nature of the material uni verse in times before the earth and other planets were formed. The Archangel Blunder. Frcm New York World. As the 75 bodies of Americans killed in the Archingel-Murmansk sector are distributed to a dozen states, multitudes of Americans will ask why these men were ever sent to Russia, No one doubts that the American-Allied Intervention there was one of the most blundering epi sodes of the World war. Pome think that it was theoretically justifiable; some hold that it was so unjustifi able as to be almost criminal. Fevf believe that it was anything but fu* tile and tragic in its results. It was an episode which can be understood only if we recall the ex traordinary results of the Russian revolution. When Russia and Ger many signed the treaty of Brest* Litovsk in March, 1918. the Allies nnd Americans were preparing for the last desperate struggle ph the western front. The treaty enabled Germany to transfer her eastern forces to France; It made porsiblo her systematic exploitation of much of Russia As the Allies watched the growing subservience of the Bol shevists to Berlin, they cast about for means of checkmating German designs on Russia's resources. Jap anese troops, with Americans and others assisting, took control of Pladivostck. An expeditionary force of British, French and Americans was dispatched to the Marnran coast and Archangel to prevent the Germans frcm establishing sub marine bases on the White Sea, pro tect the vast Allied stores from fall ing into German hands and shle’d the Murmansk railroad from Fin nish-German attack. H d this been all, much might have been said for it. But it was practically impos sible to prevent such an expedition from interfering in Russian d omest ic affairs; demands were made for a junction with the Czechoslovak forces west of the Urals; nnd ag gressive designs developed and were maintained even after German de feat. The American government pro claimed in August of 1918 that it believed military intervention in Russia would only make the situ ation worse and that it would co operate in military action only to guard stores and give “acceptable’’ aid to the Russians in organizing self-government or self-defence. Our forces were shortly in an al together false position. Some Allied leaders were dreaming of Russian dismemberment; yet withdrawal was difficult and slow. These American soldiers died gallantly, vet they died in an enterprise which cannot be recalled without chagrin. -■ — -- Avoiding Trouble. From Der Lustige Sachse, Leipzig. Conductor: Constable. I have a drunken man in my car, and he won't pay and I can’t get him out of the train. New and Nervous Constable ilooking at burly drunkard': Here, conductor, I will pay for him. Practical Use. From Leeds, England. Mercury. Circus Manager: What’s wrong now? India Rubber Man; Every time the strong man writes a letter he i uses me to rub out the mistakes. JIB Ml III II g-.z .f.jaaig ) THE MASTER MAN E5Y i RUBY M. AYRES Author of "The Phantom Lover," “The Girl Next Door," etc. “You will slay here, naiur- | ally. I am sure it will be bis wish that you should stay here for the present, at all events." Patricia did not answer. She felt, as if she were caught in a trap from winch there was no possible escape. She looked down at the slim white hands lying in her lap, and a wave of bitterness swept torough her. What would become of her? If she had to earn her own liv ing she would starve! She had never lpen taught to do any thing— die had always had n oiaid to wait upon her. There was only one way out j of the tangle- marriage! She thought of Chesney; she did not care for him, hut lie was fairly well off, and any thing would be better than having to walk out of her pres ent luxury to face an unknown future iu which poverty seemed the overwhelming fac tor. There were other men who : had wished to marry her, but lomehow at the moment <'lies ney seemed to stand above them all. 11 is boyish admiration had touched her heart as well ns appealing to her vanity; she liked to read the adoration in his eyes whenever lie looked at her; she was glad now to re call his last words—“ If there is anything I can do for you please don't hesitate to ask or send for me...." A desire to laugh seized her. Supposing she sent for him and asked him to marry her! Mil ward would be furious, anyway , and it would be some sort of satisfaction to know that site had angered him. She thought again of the way he had treated her when they last met; no man had ever dared to speak to her in such a manner before. A little- ! choking sob of anger rose in ' her throat. Mr. Philips looked up from the papers which lie was stow ing away in his dispatch case, and his ev es were very kind. “Don’t worry too numb,” lie said. lie laid his hand for a moment on hers. “Don’t wor ry too much, my dear voting lady* things will turn out ail right for you in the end, I am sure.” She raised her tragic eyes to his face. “All right for me!” she echoed. “With not. a shilling in the world, and nowhere to go-” lie did not answer, perhaps he did not know how to an swer, and presently lie went away, leaving her alone in the silent room. Patricia sat quite still, star ing before her. She looked back over the years that had gone, and their memories seemed to mock her. Everything she had wanted in the world she had had! Nothing had ever been denied to her, and now.... A servant came to the door: “If you please, miss, a gen tleman to see you.” A wild hope flashed through Patricia's mind that it might be Chesney. She would have been thankful for his presence then, grateful for the love with which until today she had only intended to amuse herself. “Who is it?” she asked eagerly. The maid came closer; she held a tray with a card on it. Patricia took it up eagerly— it. was Mil ward’s. She flung it down again with petulant anger and disap pointment. “I will not see him,” she said. “Tell him 1 will not see him.” The maid turned to go. Pa trieni sat drumming her fin gers on the chair arms. How 1 4 dated lie come her? after what had happened? And why had lie come? She had not asked him to visit her; had certainly not wished it. Why, then, had he come? She turned quickly. “Marie, wait! Ask Mr. Mil ward to come in.” lie should not think she was afraid of him at all events. She did not rise when Mil ward entered, and he had to walk the length of the room to her. “1 hope I am not intrud ing,” he said, a little linear tainly. “But I was driving past tliis way, and so—I ven tured to call.” He looked at her pale fate. “1 am afraid you hare been ill,” lie i^id gently. Patricia laughed. “No!” She looke away from him, then suddenly she rose to her feet and swung round. “The other day,” she said passionately, “you taunted me with being utterly heartless and selfish. You said that 1 had everything in the world I wanted and so 1 never trou bled to consider anyone else. Well, perhaps, it will please you to know that I have noth ing any more! Nothing! Mr. Rolf has not even left me the proverbial shilling! Even this frock, which 1 am wearing for him, is riot mine and l cannot pay for it. He has cut me out of his will and left everything to his son....” She stopped breathlessly. “Well, are you pleased ?” she demanded. Milvvard had fallen back a st*'p. 11 is eyes looked dis tressed and i.'credulous. “Oh but there must be some mistake,” he said earnestly. “I always understood that you— that....” Nie made a gesture of impa tience. J “It doesn’t matter what we understood, any of us! When I v.allc out of here it avi 11 be Avith nothing in the world belong ing to me and nowhere to go unless”—a little gleam lit her oyoH—“unless I marry Ber nard Chesney.” That roused him, as she had known it would do. He broke out angrily: ‘.‘You wouldn-’t. .you could n’t be so unjust... .when you care nothing for him — he would bo miserable. To marry him just for a home....” She laughed recklessly. “Well, and what else can I do? Yon showed yourself so very interested in ray affairs tlie other day, perhaps yr#u may have some better sugges tion to offer.” She looked at him mockingly. “I am not go ing to ask for your pity or sympathy—a second time.” Mil ward’s eyes met hers gravely. “It is more a ease for con gratulation, don’t you think?” he asked. “All this money and luxury have been the ruin of you. 1 know that you....” He stopped. Patricia was laughing hys terically. “I suppose I might haA'e guessed that you would sav things like this,” she said. “I suppoe I might have known you would seize upon the op portunity to preach at me. L)o you think I am going to accept, what has happened without a fight ? Do you think I am go ing to bo content to be poor and nobody for the rest of my life? I am not. I tell you I am not....” Her voice was broken with sobs now, but they were sobs of anger. “I am going to fight for what I have lost. 1 don’t believe there is any son in Australia or any where else. I believe it’s all a trick, a hateful trick to make me suffer, to pay me out. Mr. Rolf a ways hated me—I can see now that lie did. ...” Tears were running down her cheeks, hut she brushed them angrily away. “But I’m not going to give in so easily,” she laughed excitedly. “His son shall find that I am more than a match for him.... I won't be poor, I won’t. I won’t. ...” She looked at Mil ward defiantly. “Even if 1— | if I have to marry him and get I he money that way,” she said. Milward’s face changed a little. “1 don’t think you will do that,” lie said very quietly. Patricia turned on him furi ously. She was upset ami overstrung by the shock nad disappointment of the day. “Oh you! you!” she said hoarsely. “What do you know about it? Why do you come here at all? I didn’t wish to see you. You can’t go on or dering me about as you did last week, you know.” The faintest smile crossed Milward’s face, but it was gone instantly, and he said: “I have no wish to order you about. I only said that 1 did not think you would marry Michael Rolf for his money or for any other reason, because _9 ) “Beenuse what?” she de manded stormily. Milward met her eyes stead ily. “Because I am Michael Rolf,” he said. CHAPTER III In the moment of blank si lence that followed every drop of color seeint'd to fade from Patricia’s face. She stood staring at Michael with wide eyes and parted lips. Unprepared as she had been for bis announcement, some- ' how she never for one moment doubted the truth of what he said. Even when, after a moment, she forced herself to say shril ly, “I don't believe you—” she knew- quite well in her heart that she did believe him; that 1m* was not a man to speak unless he had at first weighed the value of what lie said; lie was Mieliael Rolf, the son of the man whom she had hated, and already, with her impul sive waywardness, she had made an enemy of him. Her deepest emotion was rage; rage with herself that some intuition had uot warned her, and yet—how could she even have remotely guessed? Even Mr. Philips had bel lievod Michael to be in Austra lia; how, then, had it been pos sible for her to foresee that t his man, whom she had snubbed and quarreled with during those weeks at the Chesneys, was the man who would have the power to make or ruin her whole future? “I don’t believe you—” she said again desperately. “Only this afternoon Mr. Philips said that Mr. Rolf’s sou was in Aus tralia. and that lie had cabled to him.... I don’t believe you,” she said again. “It’s just a trumped up story to f r i g h ten me—to.... to.... ” Her anger rose suddenly, the hot blood rushed to her face. “If it’s true, how dared you pass yourself off as somebody else all this time? 1 suppose that was all part of your mean plan—to make me hate you, to get me to quarrel with you, and then... .to turn round and do this!” Michael shrugged his shoul- I ders indifferently. “I had not the slightest idea that my father would ever leave me a penny piece,” he said casually. “I neither want ed it nor expected it; he kicked me out of this house 14 years ago, and I never had the least wish to return. I always un derstood that he had made you his heiress. You can hardly blame me if lie changed his mind and suddenly remem bered my existence. Come, Pa tricia—be reasonable, and I promise you that we shall not quarrel....” The soothing indulgence of his voice reused her to fury. “How dare you call me by i my Christian name?” she cried passionately. “IIow dare you speak to me at all? Do yot think 1 care if you quarr-d with me? Do you think 1 mind what you say or do?” He smiled faintly. “I think perhaps you will when you have had time tc realize the truth of those very melodramatic* words you spoke to me just now,” he said suick ly. “When you said that von had not a penny in the world, I mean.” “I would rattier die than take a shilling from you,” she stormed at him. He shrugged lii.s shoulders. “Well, there’s plenty ot time to refuse when I have of fered it to you,” he said eool lv. in the meantime, 1 will see Mr. Philips and toll him that you are to stay on here for the present, until something can he arranged for your future. “My future is nothing what ever to do with you,” she broke in, her voice trembling I can arrange my own fu ture.” Ilis face darkened as lie looked at her. “You mean by marrying Chesnev and making him mis erably for the rest of his life,” he sneered. Angry tears rushed to her eyes. ‘ ‘ Fortunately, everyone doesn’t see me as you do,” she said. “Not that I care in the least what you think of me— not that I mind at all how much you sneer at me....” “ \ ou seem to care a great deal,” he answered coolly. “If not. why are you crying?” She dashed her hands across her eyes. “You’d cry if you were me,” she said stormily. You’d cry if you’d just been served sueli a trick by an old man who-” She broke off, conscious of the anger in his eyes. “A man who took you from nothing and clothed you and looked after you all these years,” he finished for her with anger. “What, in heav en’s name, are you made of that you can’t even find a spark of gratitude for all that he did for yau ” “lie never liked mo,” she broke out. “I can see now that he must always have hat ed mo.” Michael smiled rather cyni rally. “Without wishing to be rude, I must say that it is hard ly to he wondered at if you treated him as you treat every one else,” he said. Her eyes blazed. “What do you mean? ] have heaps and heaps of friends who like me, and are always glad to welcome me— heaps of friends who will agree with me that your fath er 1ms behaved abominably, who will take me in and be kind to me.” He turned to the door. “I am glad to hear it. It will relieve me of the responsi bility of looking after you.” She followed his retreating figure with fiery eyes. “ W hy did you come at all if you didn’t know anything of this, as you say?” she broke put impulsively. “Just to pry on me, I suppose; just to see what I was doing.” Young Rolf turned and looked at her across the room She made a very attractive picture as she stood there hack to the window and the rosy sunlight. “I came,” lie said quietly, “to see if there was anything I could do to help you. I came as a friend.” “A friend!” she eclioeu scornfully'. “Yes—in my ignorance,’ said Michael bitterly. He opened the door. “Rut you need not he alarmed,” lie ad ded. “I am not at all likely to repeat the mistake.” And he went out without a word of farewell. Patricia flew to ihe window, and presently saw him driving away down the road in the same little ear in which he had taken her to the station nearly a week ago. (TO B» CONTINUED) Writes Hi*lory Books With Sharp Scissors Zanesville. Ohio—“Writing" his tory with scissors and paste pot. with first-hand information pub lish by the world's newspapers as sourc? material, a Zanesville hotel man has compiled a novel encyclo pedia of world events during the last 10 years. His history consists of seven books containing more than 16.000 clippings and pictures, and this array is steadily increas ing. It was in 1910 that Harold E. ihh felt started collecting newspaper clippings as a hobby and now he finds his work is attracting wide in terest. Material from papers pub lished in the four corners of the world has found its way into his books, for he makes a practice of selecting clippings from newspapers edited close to the scene of import ant even's. Eound in white duck, with pages of blue, green, orange and other col ors, the bcoks are attractive In ap pearance as well as ottering a pano ramie view of history in the mak ing. The material included in Mr. Mill felt’s collection covers all types of news—any events in the interna tional limelight. Aviation, sports, politics, inventions—all are mirrored in the encylclopedia; only stories ot crime are not comprehensively cov ered. The novel "historian’’ ex plains that he sees no point In pre serving "that kind of stuff.” Those engaged in the task ot gathering the world’s news agree that Col. Charles A. Lindbergh pro vides irore newspaper "codv” than any one other Individual and Mr. Millfelt’s clippings seem to bear out this belief. There are more than 2,000 clippings and 1,000 pictures In the Lindbergh collection, by far the greatest single unit. The aviation book covers the story of flying from its inception to the epochal world flight of the Gral Zeppelin. One entire section is de voted to the exploits of women pi ! lots. It takes 500,000 rosebuds to mr,> ; one ounce of the oil of rosea.