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A Life For Sale
BY 8Y0NEY HURLER
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The man writhed in a vain
«ndeav«r to free himself.
“* Ml it before I caught
aight of you!” he gasjed; “the
tube is Just outside . . . we
aiiall both be blown to hell!”
Chipstead briefly hesitated,
while the terror of the man
threatened to rob him of
aanlty.
"You blasted fool! Take me
away! Take me away!” lie
ahrieked hysterically.
Even then Chipstead did
not reply. This man might be
a 'coiuumrnuteiy clever actor,
lie was taking no chances.
"I’ll carry you out,” he an
nounced. After all, he had ob
tained what he personally
wanted and was quite ready
to go.
wiinoui wasting any wiviu
time he picked up the man,
who must have weighed at
least two stone more than
Inmself. and commenced to
walk up the worn stone steps
«»f the-cellar. On arrival at
the top, he caught an acrid
smell of burning.
“Quick! Quick!" screamed
the man.
Cliipstead hurried now in
real earnest. Unable to use
l>i,s tttrch because both hands
were occupied, he lived
titrough an eerie experience.
The only thing to guide him
was his sense of direction.
The weight in hts aims became
licavlpr every moment, threat
ening to drag him down. By
the time he reached the
ground-floor rooms, his
breath was coming in short,
staccato gasps. He was almost
apent with exhaustion.
Still he kept on. He had to
aave this man as well as him
self. Hus burden now lay
passive in his arms, whimper
ing like a child. The ordeal
had seemed to turn his brain.
Just as Bunny felt he could
go on no longer, he saw across
the room the window through
which he had entered the
I muse half an hour previously.
Lurching now like a drunken
man, he flung himself through
this with his burden, and the
two i oiled down a grass bank
Into the Jungle-like grounds.
One moment of blessed
rest, and then he had picked
up the man again. Progress
now was exceedingly difficult,
but lie did not stop until he
bad reached a high wall
bordering the street. Scarcely
bad he flung himself down
beneath this before a terrific
explosion shattered the si
lence. like the crack of doom.
The night sky was lit up by
gigantic tongues of flame,
and the air became full of
flying fragments.
When comparative stillness
bad come again, Chipstead
turned to the shivering man
crouched by his side.
“I’m going to let you clear
off now,” lie said, “because
the police are bound to be
here soon, and they may ask
some awkward questions."
This fellow might be a
hireling of The King, and
therefore a danger to society,
but he had gone through suf
ficient that night. Untying
the silk handkerchief that
bound the man's wrists, Bun
i>y wished his companion in
that strange adventure good
night and slipped away. As
be dropped quietly over the
garden woll. there came to
bis cars the hurrying foot
steps of an approaching
crowd.
(JliAl .1 tire aaa
Lord Belshaven put down
(he telephone received with
a Jerk. He war, considerably
perturbed. Tire world seemed
to be going mad that morn
ing. and the information lie
had Just received from Rough
moor had spoilt an unusually
good appetite for breakfast.
He had barely reseated
Scores for Show Hit
Written in Houston
Houston. Tex. — (Ui?>—“Of Thee
f sing,” the musical satire on
politics, has won a Pulitzer prize
felt lew people know its words end
frmsaic were written i.i a Houston
frolci room.
The fact has just come, to light
that the brothers Gershwin.
• •oorge and Ira, Si»ent th? summer
«# mi here, with t.'.eir presence
Known only to three or four peo
himself at the table before a
footman, after uttering an
apology, brought him In a
| card.
“The gentleman said he
must see you at once, your
lordship,” stated the man.
The face of the Foreign
Secretary cleared as he
noticed the name.
“Show Mr. Chipstead in
here immediately,” ho or
i dcred.
The famous politician shook
hands warmlj with his early
visitor.
“I hope you haven’t break
fasted, Chipstead?” he asked.
“Everything seems to be go
ing wrong this morning, and
your company will be wel
come.”
The visitor’s reply was
brisk and businesslike.
“I’ll drink a cup of coffee,
and. if you don’t mind, I’ll
! talk whilst you have your
meal, Belshaven. I’ve come on
here from Sir Robert Hed
dingley. He tells me that your
secretary, Miss Margery Steers
is still missing.”
The politician paused In the
act of pouring the coifee, and
the cloud returned to his
face.
"Yes,” he replied. ' I nave
appealed to the police, but
they have given me no help.
By the way, you remember
that young fellow Creighton
! —the man who created the
disturbance in this house the
; night of the reception?"
Chipstead nodded.
"You mean the man who
is supposed to have murdered
Sir Simon Baste? Yes, I re
j member him very well."
Lord Belshaven frowned.
"Well, he’s disappeared too.
I must explain that I took the
law into my own hands in
connection with Creighton.
After being arrested by the
police, he made a sensational
escape. Whilst working his
way to the Kentish coast,
with the intention of crossing
to France, he took refuge in
a barn at my country place,
Roughmoor, which is not far
from Hythe. He was disguised
as a tramp, and my servants
| were going to deal summarily
with him, when I gave him
the chance of telling me his
story.
“It was an amazing story—
so amazing that I knew that
he could not possibly have
invented it. It appears that,
being very down on his luck
through being swindled out
of five thousand pounds, he
inserted an advertisement in
the Personal Column of the
Meteor ofering to sell his
life! He received an answer
through the telephone, and
got in touch with a man
whom he referred to as the
Colossus—quite evidently a
very dangerous criminal. He
was taken blindfolded to the
London house of this man,
and there saw my secretary.
Miss Margery Steers! What
Miss Steers could have been
doing in tills house I have yet
to discover, but from Creigh
ton’s statement it would cer
tainly seem that by some
extraordinary means the man
had some hold on her. It was
a peculiar household, appar
ently, for another member of
it was a particularly hideous
dwarf.”
"I thins i may ue auie w
help you. Belshaven,” he put
In. “I haven’t told you be
fore, because Heddingley
wished the matter to be en
tirely private, but I have been
working on this Cabinet
Blackmail Scandal.”
Lord Belshaven softly
whistled.
“A very terrible scandal,
too. Chipstead,” he comment
ed. “It has already killed two
of my colleagues, whilst the
Prime Minister himself Is
daily expected to collapse.
pie who carefully guarded the
i secret.
The Gershwins had a piano
hauled up to the room and spent
the summer at work — George on
the score, Ira on the lyrics.
Relatives of the Gershwins live
here, and Ira once visited them.
George came here once with Paul
Whitemans orchestra. Casting
about for a quiet place to work on
| "Of Thee. I Sing," it was only
; natural that this city should come
to mind.
However, even their relatives
did not know they were here at
I But what ha.i that to do with !
tne Creighton affair?”
’ A great deal, unless I am
mistaken The evidence is
| pretty strong that both Miss
Steers and Creighton became
entangled with the very gang
wo are running this audacious
blackmail business. The dwarf
you just mentioned is em
ployed by this gang, who used
to meet at a house in High
gate called The Mount. This
was blown up last night, and
I"—with a somewhat grim
smile—‘‘nearly went up with i
it.”
“I called there.” continued i
the speaker, “in the hope of
getting Information. You say i
you have a place in Kent.
Bel shaven—is it anywhere
near an old castle known as
Wildwood?”
Lord Belshaven nodded.
“Roughmoor is only three |
and a half miles from Wild
wood Castle,” he replied.
“Why do you ask?”
“Because,” replied the
Secret Service man slowly, “I
think that Y/ildwood Castle
will have some interesting
disclosures to make to us. I
shouldn’t be surprised, more
over, if your missing private I
secretary, Miss Margery !
Steers, is being kept a prisoner
there at the present time.”
His host sprang up.
“And the man Creighton,
too,’’ he said. “I was going to
tell you just now that alter j
Creighton—who unless I am
very much mistaken, is in
love with Miss Steers—had
told me his story, I was con
vincea nor oiuy umu ac was
I innocent of the murder of
Sir Simon Baste, but that he
had been made a catspaw by
this man he referred to as
the Colossus. Instead of hand
ing him over to the police, as
I suppose I should have done,
I decided to help him. Engag
ing him as an indoor servant,
I resolved to keep Creighton
under cover at Roughmoor
until the real murderer had
been discovered. Just before
you called this morning, I re
ceived a telephone message
from my butler at Roughmoor
saying that Creighton had
gone for a walk last night—
! and had not returned. It may
be, assuming that your sur
mise is correct, and that
Creighton , wandering near
Wildwood Castle, fel lagain
into the hands of his enemies.
The thing is, what are we to
do? The police—”
Chipstead waived the sug
gestion aside.
“Believe me, Belshaven,
this is not a matter for the
police,” he said, so seriously
that the politician stared at
him: “I am going to follow
your example and go outside
the law for once. I shall spend
the rest of the day hunting
i up a number of men whose
assistance Bob Heddingley
has placed at my disposal.
These fellows can be relied
upon, all or them being in
the Service. But we shall
want a G. H. Q.—”
This time it was the Fareign
Secretary who interrupted.
“Allow me to offer you i
Roughmoor, Chipstead, and
if I'm not too old and too far
gone in the wind, I shall be
delighted to serve under you
I am not only very fond of
Margery Steers, but om
anxious to see that young
Creighton gets a fair deal.
What time do you intend to
start?”
Bunny Chipstead smiled at
the boyish eagerness in the
tone.
CHAPTER XXXI
I OU St'IlU 1UI UlC,
Margery groped with her
hands for the chair which
was behind her. She was
t’ ankful for this support.
“Yes,” she replied. “Mr.
Zoab, there are some impor
tant questions I must ask
you and which you must
answer me.”
The dwarf inclined his I
huge shaggy head.
“I have already told you.
queen of my heart, that it
would be better if you did not
know certain things,” he said.
“Soon, as I have promised
you many times, we shall be
away from this place, away
from all its associations . . .
that time. Mrs. Harry Green
i field, a distant cousin, recently re- .
ceived a letter from George in
which he revealed all and apol
ogized.
He explained that if he had
been threatened with recognition
he would luve assumed the na «c
j of Throttlebottom. the now fa
1 mous vice-presidential candidate
in "Of Thee I Sing."
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Q Of what composition are un
breakable dolls made? A. B.
A. All dolls of domestic manufac
ture are today made of an unbreak -
i able comDosition which is entirely
and we will never talk of it
again.1’
The small hands that were
clutching the back of the
chair tightened their grip
Margery realized that only
by means of self-control and
feminine strategy could sht
obtain the vital information
but the mental torture sh»
was undergoing was agoniz
ing.
• yes—yes,” she murmured
quickly, "but there are some
tilings l want to know now
Mr. Zoab. If you have any re
gard for me, if—”
“I place my life at your
service, orincess,” the dwari
interjected.
‘‘Then you will tell me?”
she pleaded passionately.
Zoab made a gesture of re
luctant submission.
“Ask me what you want to
know, princess.”
But now that the promise
hed been made she felt too
afraid to ask. Already she
was convinced, from v/hat the
dwarf had previously told
her, that Martin Creighton
was not only in the castle,
but was a prisoner like her
self. For the third time he
had endeavored to help her,
but luck must have been
against him. Her heart
seemed to rise in her throat
as she recalled the well-re
membered face of the man
she now knew she loved. Per
haps even at that moment
this face was twisted with
pain. . . .
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1 0,111 Will Ling, JJ1111V.LOO.
She tried to rally herself,
conscious that the dwarf was
watching her closely. What a
mockery it was that not only
the entire future happiness,
but the very lives of Martin
Creighton and herself de
pended upon the will of this
malformed creature! Thrice
hideous became this mockery
at the thought, which now
flashed through her mind,
that it was this human od
dity’s passion for her that had
placed both of them in this
position of peril.
Falteringly she found her
voice.
"When you were here just
now, Mr. Zoab, you mentioned
a young man—Mr. Creighton,
I believe his name is, I mean,”
she went on, conscious that
her words must sound very
confused, "the young man
who was at that house of—
did you say the name was
Juhl?”
The dwarf nodded. In some
subtle way Margery felt that
he had changed.
"And what about that young
man Creighton. princess?
Did you not tell me when I
was here before that he had
never made love to you? Why
are you showing so much in
terest in him?”
With a stab of apprehension
she felt that at any moment
she might make a fatal slip
—perhaps she had already
done so.
"Mr. Creighton did me a
splendid service once,” she
contrived to reply. “Perhaps
you do not know, Mr. Zoab
but the man Juhl was beastly
to me. He got to know that
my father wTas doing some
thing . . . something which
—which was not quite right,
and he threatened to expose
him unless I stole some papers
from Lord Belshavcn’s private
safe. Lord Bclshaven was my
employer—I acted as one of
his private secretaries.”
The dwarf made no com
ment. He did not appear in
terested. Yet she had to con
tinue in the endeavor to gain
his sympathy, and the soul
panic. which increased every
minute, made her further
words ring with dramatic fer
vor.
‘ I want you, Mr. zcab, to
try to realize the embarass
ing position in which I was
placed. In the particular
night of which I am now go
ing to tell you, the man you
call Juhl issued to me an
ultimatum: either I was t<?
bring back from Lord Bels
havcn’s London house a copy
of the new French treaty, or
he would hand over my father
to the police.”
CIO BE CONTINUED I
separate and distinct from the bis
que doll' which are still imported
although to a very much lesser ex
tent. into this country. This com
position has wood llour, cornstarch,
and glue as its principal ingredients
The ccmposi ion is placed in moulds
which are subjected to heat, and in
this fashion the doll head, body,
arm. leg, or other part, is formed
It is then dipped in a special flesh
enamel, with the final fin'sh Ci
lacquer enamel being applied
through an air brush.
The year 1928 was the second
largest in the history of foreign
financing in the United States.
Polifical Warfare Is Resumed ]
From the New York Times.
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With all the inter-party courtesies of the past few
weeks, some innocent persons may have supposed that
democratic lions and republican lambs were to lie down
together in Washington all winter long. A glance at the
first page of Tuesday’s Times will convince them that
this is a delusion. It is obvious that “normalcy” has re
turned to the capital, that democrats have resumed
fighting republicans and that republicans are not avoid
ing the encounter. Despite the amenities of the White
House conference between “the two presidents,” and the
polite speech of democratic leaders departing from the
presence of Mr. Hoover the day thereafter, all the
Richards have become themselves again.
“Senate Will Reject Hoover Appointees at Short
Session” is the heading over a Warm Springs (Ga.) dis
patch, in the course of which Senator Robinson of Ar
kansas gravely explains that it is the “custom” not to
load up a new administration with appointees of the old
one whose doom has been written by the people. “Hoover
Vetoes Peril Roosevelt Program; Extra Session Seen” is
the caption of a telegram from Washington which quotes
. republican Senators as pointing out that the president
has no intention of acting as Mr. Roosevelt’s rubber stamp
during the dying days of the Seventy-second Congress.
Since Mr. Hoover’s vetoes require a two-thirds vote to
nullify them, and the democrats have nothing like two
thirds in either branch, it is clear that the weapon the
president holds is no tin sword.
There are also echoes of the partisan debate which
Speaker Garner and republican leader Snell are conduct
ing sotto voce. Together as recently as last Friday on the
plan to put a prohibition repeal resolution through the
House on its opening day, December 5, the champions
have been drawing apart since Mr. Snell paid a visit to
the White House and otherwise refreshed his memory
on the terms of the president’s speech of acceptance
which disapproved the submission of flat repeal without
a qualifying secth:i to “prevent the return of the saloon.”
If this rift grows, or even remains, the brethren will make
their differences strongly audible when the House as- '
sembles and the flat repeal resolution is offered, which
the speaker understood the republican leader to favor.
Prosperity may not be “just around the corner.”
But partisanship unquestionably is. And the corner is
near and visible.
OLD HOSPITAL
BEING RAZED
I Milwaukee — (UP) — Johnston
j Emergency hospital, once the pride
of Milwaukee, is being wrecked fol
lowing its sale for $201.
During its 37 years of service Its
walls housed many of the city's
tragic and dramatic incidents.
Through its doors, which never
once w'ere locked, passed high and
low, pauper and former president.
Theodore Roosevelt, leading the
Bull Moose movement in 1912. was
brought to the hospital after he
had spoken two hours at the audi
torium with a would-be assassin's
bullet in his body.
Victor L. F.erger. famous social
ist leader. w;as treated here in 1929
alter he had been knocked down
by a street car.
Victims of some of the city’s
greatest fires were given aid at
Emergency hospital. Fifteen firemen
injured in the Davidson theater
fire, when nine others were killed.
W'ere brought here. Firemen injured
in the Johns-Manville fire of 1913,
which killed five firemen and an
employe, were treated here and
numerous fiiemen and victims of
other disastrous fires received med
ical aid here.
But the last recorded case of the
hospital was less dramatic. It reads:
i “Bentley Redford, 21. unmarried,
Rescue Mission, treated for bron
chitis.”
Woman Watchman
Causes Controversy
Tamaqun, Fa. — (UP) — A wom
an caused the conti'ovcrsy between
New Ringgold Borough, near here,
and the Reading company, when
the town authorities opposed instal
lation of modern grade crossing pro
tection and insisted on retention
of the old-fashioned gates.
Tire woman is Mrs. Carrie Knit
tie. widowed mother of three chil
dren and the only known woman
crossing watchman in the state.
When here husband died in 1919,
the railroad company placed her to j
protect the crossing. Now the com- j
pany seeks to abolish the gates, re
move the watchman, and substitute |
electric blinkers.
The plan aroused the borough to i
defend the woman’s job. They point- |
ed to her record of never having
been absent nor tardy on her job j
and of never having had an acci
dent at the crossing.
More than that, they claimed
gates provided better protection
than lights ‘'for a sharp curve near
the approach to the crossing makes
lights unsafe.”
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Duckneil Announces
Entirely New Curriculum
Lewisburg. Pa. — (UP) — Buek
ncll university announced an en
tirely new curriculum for the future
beginning with the 1933-34 term, ,
with the lour-year college period di
vided into two two-year groups.
Under the plan as announced by j
Dr. Komcr P. Rainey, university
president, incoming students will b'
required to take a general liberal
Coed Takes Father’s
Place as Undersheriff
Cordell, Okla. — (UP) — A shin
ing gold star, ready six-shooter,
boots. 10-gallon hat and a commis
sion as undersheriff e.re the equip
ment and means of livelihood of a
former University of Oklahoma coed
here.
Wiimn Hines, 24. was brought
home from school by the death of
her father, pioneer peace officer.
She received her father’s commis
sion from the hands of his friend.
Sheriff Philo T. Lambert, and the
i
arts course for two years and pro
fessional and major work during the
last two years. The new ruling will
apply to every department of the
school 'except the engineering
courses.
“The idea toward which we are
working is to try to place all pro
fessional training on a graduate
basis,” Dr. Rainey said. “We are
hoping to free the first two years of
the four for a general education and
to concentrate one pre-professional
and major work in the last two
years.”
PILOT FOR 30
YEARS RETIRES
Milwaukee — (UP) — Capt. Wil
liam Gnewuch. 77, veteran Milwau
kee harbor pilot, looked back on
three score years of service on Lake
Michigan, during which he towed
more than 100,000 vessels into port
here when he retired.
When he retired his command
as master of the tug Conrad Starke
Captain Gnewuch was the oldest
pilot on the lake in point of service.
He brought his tug to aid in the
rescue of more than 300 wrecks and
stranded ships and figured prom
inently in the rescue in the single
survivor of the waterworks crib dis
aster, in which 15 men drowned.
Gnewuch left school at 17 and
served his apprenticeship on a lake
schconcd. He received his first mas
ter's license and command when he
was 23. Forty years ago he began 'cun
service in Milwaukee harbor.
“Towing was different in the old
days,” Captain Gnewuch said. “Ves
sels are bigger and harder to handle
now. The big freighters carry 10
times as much as the old windjam
mers did. Back in the 90s', a good
day's work was towing in 25 or '30
boats. Now we do well if we bring
live into harbor during the day.*
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Machines, Weighing
Tons, Break Atom
Berkeley, Cal. — <TJP) — He’s
little, but plenty tough, is this fel
low, Lithium Atom.
So tough, in fact, that Dr. M
Stanley Livingston, of the Univer
sity of California, had to desigu
machinery weighing tons to smash
him.
Shooting atomic bullets from Dr.
Livingston’s machine with an energy
of more than 700,000 electron volts,
three University of California
scientists, Dr. L'vingston. Dr. E. O
Lawrence and Milton G. White, re
cently succeeded in breaking the
atom into two alpha particles oi
ionized atoms of helium gas.
This confirmed work done by
British physicists, who used low
energy protons as the bombarding:
projectiles and found that protons
shot at lithium atoms combined with
them and released energy.
Not satisfied with handing the
atom such a jolt. Dr. Livingston an
nounced he had a larger machine
containing one of the world’s larg
est magnets, which is now produc
ing hydrogen molecule ions with an
energy of 3.600,000 volt-electrons.
job aT^deputy in charge of the of
fice.
Undersheriff Hines died follow
ing a stroke of apoplexy brought oa
by a struggle with a prisoner.
On and On.
From The Humorist.
Lecturer (who has spoken for
two hours): I shall not keep you
much longer. 1 am afraid 1 have
spoken at rather great length.
There is no clock in the room, and
I must apologize lor not having a
watch with me.
A Voice: There’s a calendar be
hind you mister!
