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A young Pittsburgh business man
la still tingling front (lie experience
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there the other day to write a check
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to the bank ofllcials and was cordial
ly thanked.
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“Are you going to speak over the
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“I know,” answered Senator
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■oual luinii witli my audiences. I
wish they'd invent a microphone that
knew when it was time to laugh or
■ppluud.”
Pa Know:!
“What is tut autobiography, pa?”
“It is tlie Story of a man’s life,
Written 1 y Ida worst enemy."—Ex
change.
Away Behind Times
“Poor George has been kicked by
a horse."
“How dreadfully obsolete!”
> How Old Are You T
this is TheJfjO
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f Jfo doubt about It—I am 48 and
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THE DESERT MOON
MYSTERY '
BY KAY CLEAVER STRAHAN
i
“It is a shovel,” said Mrs. i
R -'er.
“Yes, I know. But what
about it?”
“It has fresh earth on it.” I
Mrs. Ricker explained. “It
means that someone is stiil j
hunting lor something on this
ranch.”
“I—don’t understand,” Dan
ny faltered.
“Ycu do, if anyone does,”
Mrs. Ricker said, trying to
make it sound off-handish;
but it did not.
To my surprise, Miss Mac
Donald answered, “I think
that you are mistaken, Mrs.
Ricker. Miss Canneziano
knows, I fancy, no more about
the shovel than you do.”
Mrs. Ricker’s face flushed.
She carried the thing out and
threw it into the yard with a
gesture of furious anger. When
Miss MacDonald and I passed
her on the porch, she turned
her head away and did not
look at us.
“If we hurry,” I said, “we’ll
nave time to walk to the cabin
and see the other shovel.’
“Bother the other shovel!
We don’t want to hurry. Can’t
we get down to the stream,
somewhere close here, and
find a place where we can be
alone to talk?”
“Right down this path,” I
answered, and started down
It, She followed me. For fifty
yards or more neither of us
said a word. I was too put
about to feel like talking.
Why should she have told
me to “bother the shovel”?
Why had she acted so pecu
liarly about the shovels, any
way; choosing to assume that
they were unimportant? If, as
I supposed she was thinking,
Mrs. Ricker had gone to the
trouble to fix up those two
shovels, and to carry one of
them in, to hoodwink us, that
was important. I was sure in
my own mind that Ollie Ricker
had not done that. If she had
not, and if two people were
digging around the place, they
were digging for something,
weren’t they? For what? For
exactly what I had said—for
money. Worms!
I must have made a sound
that was suggestive of my dis
gusted annoyance, for Miss
MacDonald stepped up to
walk beside me on the narrow
path.
“I am sorry,” she said, “that
f have seemed so exasperat
ingly stupid: but I know that
those shovels are of no im
portance.”
“I don’t see how you could
know that,” I said.
“I am sorry again: but I
have promised not to tell you
how I know it.”
“Not to tell me!”
“I meant, of course, that I
had promised not to tell any
one. My promise was made to
Mr. Stanley. Since this has
come up, I am sure that he
will allow me to break it and
tell you later what it is that
I can’t tell you now.”
“Sam!” I said. I was mad
all over. I had thought that,
anyway. Sam was open and
above board with me.
“You’ll understand all about
it, later,” she said. “Please
don’t be vexed. I have some
really good news. First, the j
handwriting on the checks,
the photographs, and the note
all tally accurately. That
must mean, that Gabrielle
Canneziano wrote all of them.
Next, I have worked out the
key to the code letter—
“Lands alive!” I said, my
astonishment and admiration
getting the best of my bad
humor. “In this short time?
Talk about wonders—”
“Not a bit of it. The code is
so simple that I am surprised
that people, who have wits
enough to use a code at all,
would use it.
“The keys on typewriters,
with a standerd keyboard, are
arranged, you know for the
touch system of writing: a, s.
d, f, g, so on. All that this code
amounts to. Is taking the
letters straight as they come
along: a, b, c, d; and so on.
From the center line of letters, |
they skip to the upper line, j
making the ‘q’ be a ‘j’ and from j
the upper line down to the
lower line, making the ‘z’ a ‘t.'
They use only the letters on
the keyboard, and the punc
tuation marks as they would
rightly be used. Generally they
put a hyphen after the letter
to be capitalized, though occa
sionally they use the capital
letter. It is so childish that I
fancy it is only a friendship
code, and that it is not used
for matters of any real im
portance.”
‘‘Then this letter is of no
importance?” I asked.
‘‘Not to the writer. Of vast
importance to us, I believe. It
explains why the original
letter was stolen, among other
things. Here is one of the
copies that I made of it.”
CHAPTER LI
Dannielle’s Secret
We had come to the stream,
and to the shade of the aspen
trees. I sat down on one of the
rocks, above the first fishing
hole, and unfolded the papers
she had given to me, and read:
‘‘Salutations! Do you re
member, my dear and gay
Gaby, after the V. affair, when
you visited me in the hospital,
that you said, with your imi
tated Mona Lisa smile, ‘Sorry,
old dear, I made a trifling
mistake, did I not?’ The in
cident has probably passed
from your memory. It has not
passed from mine, because I
did not believe then, and I do
not believe now, that you in
tended to fire that shot at V.
instead of at me. You proved
your Innocence, however, like
the expert you are; so, ‘let the
dead past—’ et cetera. Par
ticularly since I did not die,
but have lived to make, a
trifling mistake.
“I find that I was in error
concerning the train robbery.
After due reflection, I have
remembered that, reading of
the details- in the Denver
papers, your respected father
and I merely regretted that
we had not had the fore
thought, and cleverness, to
have pulled the affair our
selves. Since this is the case,
we could not have hidden the
money, as I seem to recall
telling you that we did, on the
Desert Moon Ranch. It was a
pretty dream of ours—that
wa3 all.
“Shall I explain? Do you re
member the sweet cocotte with
the colored sash at Cannes?
Very young, very exquisite,
and almost innocent? She
watched us, from her table,
out of the violet corners of
her long, long eyes. When we
left the place, you and I, my
gloves were missing and I re
turned for them. You were
duped, my dear, were you not?
“She is not as lovely, not as
gay as you were at eighteen.
But you are no longer eigh
teen. And you have grown
exacting, and a bit vicious
(recalling again the V. affair),
and a bit selfish, too. (I knew
that you collected the final
five hundred pounds from
Baron T.)
“These, and all things con
sidered. I seem to myself to
have acted rather nobly,
rather compassionately. I
spared you the heartache of
witnessing your supplantation.
Ours was a tender leave tak
ing, was it not? I paid the ex
penses of a long and costly
journey for you and the gentle
Danielle. (Gad, Gay, I’d have
paid twice as much to be rid
of you for half the time! I
sent you to fond relatives. I
provided you with an interest
ing and romantic occupation
—treasure hunting. I gave the
righteous Dannielle the op
portunity for which she was
pining; the opportunity to try
ner nanfi at curning you into
‘an honest woman.'
“Tell her, by the way, that
her lover, or as she virtuously
insisted, her husband is still
with me, and that he is be
having himself admirably. I
| suspect that my Lili is a bit j
I over fond of him; but I have !
j warned her that one who has *
had the chaste affections of
the little nun would be un- j
| likely to succumb to her ar- !
dencies. ,
“Lili now inquires to whom
am I writing. She is eighteen;
she has seen you; so I dare
tell her, to you, in a far coun
try with an amusing name—
Nevada.
“She mispronounces it, deli- i
ciously. She blows it, and you,
charmingly away from the tips
of her tiny pink fingers. She
kisses my ears. She tells me
that she owns me. So, I sup
pose, I should not sign myself,
as of old, Yours, with an ever
increasing devotion, Bimbi.’’
“Good lands alive!” I said.
My stomach hurt me, and my
head ached.
“I am sorry for young Mr.
Stanley,” Miss MacDonald
said. “But, you see, I was right
in thinking that Miss Canne
ziano’s life might hold a
secret.”
“No! No!” Danny stood there
in front of us, holding to an
aspen tree for support.
“I wondered whether you
were coming out from behind
the tree,” Miss MacDonald
said.
“I saw you looking at me.
You are cruel. You are very
cruel.”
For a minute all I could be
was sorry for Danny. I got up
and went to her and put an
arm around her.
She tucked her head down
on my breast. She was so small
that I could look right over it,
at Miss MacDonald, sitting
there, undisturbed and trium
phant. She was in the right,
and was a good girl; so it was
queer that the sight of her
made my heart go straight
out to the wrong, bad, little
Danny, with her brown head
underneath my chin.
“Danny, noney, J- saia, are
you planning a divorce, after
you’ve had your six months in
Nevada? Was he cruel to you?
Unfaithful?”
“No,no,” she said. “Noth
ing like that, nothing at all.
I can explain every word of
it. But will anyone believe
me?”
“You just try it,” I urged.
I’m all set for believing you,
right here and now. Come
over here, and rest, and tell
us all about it.”
I led her across to the rock
where I had been sitting, and
made a place for her beside
me.
CHAPTER LII
An Explanation
She began right straight
forward and sensible: “I knew
that was in the letter, and I
longed to destroy it, on that
account, but I was afraid. I
knew that its disappearance
would throw all sorts of sus
picions on me. But this morn
ing, when I saw the thing,
right there on her desk, the
temptation was too great. I
never thcught of her having
made a copy of it. This after
noon when I heard her at the
typewriter—I knew. I’ve been
in torment ever since. I have
prayed and prayed that she
might fail to work out the
code. When I came down
stairs, just now, I knew that
she had not failed. I thought
she would tell you about it; !
so I followed. I thought, per
haps, if I’d tell you both the
truth, and plead with you to
believe me—But now I am
ashamed to offer it.
“You won’t believe me John
won’t believe me— But, 1* was
only a doll: one of vhose
funny, long-legged, floppy
things, with an adorable f ice.
I saw him in Paris, and lcved
him, and bought him for m?ue.
I called him Christopher
Clover, and said that he was
my husband—because I had
always said that I would never
marry. Lewis—he was so
horrid about everything—used
to tease me about my lover,
until I got so tired of it, and
so ashamed, that I put him
away on a closet shelf.
‘‘After we were all packed,
and the trunks were locked,
that last day, I found him
there on the shelf. Gaby
wanted me to carry him on
my arm—that Was done quite
a bit over there. She thought
it was chic; but I thought it
looked silly. I was going tc
leave him in the apartment
but Lewis asked me to let him
have him. I did. That is all j
But—will you let me see the j
copy of that letter? Gaby reac
it to me only once.
I gave it to her.
“See,” she said, eagerly, “he
calls me righteous. See hov
he speaks of the doll and his
—Lili. He wouldn’t have
spoken like that about a man
nor said that he was behaving
himself. See, too, he calls mt
a nun. If you’ll be fair—it
seems to me you can easilj
believe me.”
“Honey child,” I said, ano
spoke the truth. “I do believe
you. It is sensible and reason
able. I believe every word
you’ve told us.”
“And you?” she appealed tc
Miss MacDonald.
“Your explanation is reason
able. You have told the truth
about everything else in the
letter. Certainly, I shall give
you the benefit of the doubt.’
“You won’t tell John?” Dan
ny pleaded.
“Of course not. Nor anyont
else, just now. Shall we go
back to the house?”
Danny and I sat still.
“I’ll run along, then,” she
said, and went away without
us.
“Danny,” I began at once
“you take my advice. You get
to John as quickly as you can
and tell him the truth abou;
this. He loves you. He’ll want
to believe you. Men always be*
lieve whatever they want t<
believe. Don’t you worry an
other mite about it.”
“Have you noticed,” sh<
questioned, slowly, “that John
has been different—verj
different, ever since—”
“We ve all been different,
dear,” I told her.
“Yes, I know. But—John has
been more different. Mary
tell me, am I silly? Have yoi
noticed that John seems to be
very much interested in this
Miss MacDonald? He looks a;
her all the time. And he jumps
about, waiting on her, rathei
as Chad used to do with Gaby
Of course, he feels that I havt
changed, too. And I have. 1
can’t keep from showing hov
unhappy I am, and how wor
ried. I suppose I constantly
disappoint him. And yet. . . .’
“Danny,” I said, “it is jus<
this. Men don’t wear well ir
times of trouble. They can’1
help it. It is the way they art
mixed. So we women put uj
with it. We have to, if we put
up with men at all. Every
thing is going to come out al
right. But I want you to tell
John, yourself, about youi
doll and not wait for someont
else to do it.”
“I’ll try to,” she agreed. “But
we are so rarely alone together
any more.”
On our way back to thi
house, Sam and John overtook
us. I got Sam to walk along
fast with me, and left then
lagging behind us.
“I'm a mite worried,” San
said, “about those two young
folks. I don’t quite make then
out, here lately. I suggested
to John, a while ago, that con
sidering Danny’s trouble, ant
all, it might be just as well
for them to have an early
■wedding. Told him to talk ii
over with Danny, and that
any date they set would be al
right with me.
“I was all braced against be
ing carried off and drowned in
a torrent of gratitude. No
siree. That young whelr.
evaded it. Said that he’d see;
and that she’d say that right
after so much trouble mighl
not be a suitable time for £
wedding. I’d give a pretty t(
know what he has on his mind
I can’t think that the boy h
just rotten fickle. And yet—he
has been shining up to Miss
MacDonald, here of late. Have
you noticed it, Mary?”
“Noticed, nothing!” was the
best that I could do.
(TO B* CONTINUED)
In lie City Junkets.
From Minneapolis Tribune.
The Tribune must oentess that
it shares with the city council a
burning curiosity to know just how
the cities of Chicago. Cleveland.
Cincinnati and Columbus keep
their drinking water drinkable. The
little junket that has been ar
ranged to this end for two employes
of the city water department may
seem, to be sure, a trifle premature,
but in the event that Minneapolis
ever pipes its drinking water from
Lake Michigan or the Ohio river,
the knowledge would be well nigh
nrlceless. As a matter of fact, we
don't know why, with the Miss.ss
drying the way it is, the
city fathers couldn't profitably in
terest themselves in Lake Okeecho
bee. Florida, or Victoria Nyanza,
both of which lakes may be quaffed,
according to report, without a gen
eral anesthetic.
Still, since the city’s immediate
problem is to find some way of
drinking the Mississippi without
nausea or nose-holding it would
seem of slightly more importance,
for the time being, to engage In a
little local research. We suppose
that It is a matter of very small
moment that St. Paa: is drawing
from exactly the same souroe as
Minneapolis a colorless, limpid li- |
quid compound of hydrogen and
oxygen which does not taste like ;
swarao drainage and smell like
musty dish towels. Even if we con
cede that Minneapolis has very i
little to learn from St. Paul, the
possibility exists that the amazing
success of our sister city in con
verting the Mississippi into a po
table beverage may be well worth
studying. A little research on the
part ot two water department em
ployee would not greatly exceed
the cost of four street car tokens,
I or approximately 30 cents, and the
trip to St. Paul, If not as broad
i enlng as the one now in prospect,
might at least prove moderately
educational.
Q. Who was the engineer whc
built the Holland Tunnel? P. S.
A. Clifford M. Holland was th<
original engineer of the Holland
Vehicular Tunnel, and this tunnel
was named for him. After his death
the work; was continued under thi
direction of his assistant. Milton H.
Freeman. Six months later, Mr
Freeman died, and the position ol
civil engineer of the project wai
given to Mr. A. Slngstad. who saw
the construction through to its com
pletion
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