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A Life For Sale
BY SYDNEY liURLER
"I have had a talk with
Chipstead." he said; “he will
f*e dealing with the matter
fo-day. and in the morning
frou and 1 will go up to Town.
I will take you myself to the
Home Secretary. The charge
•gainst you must be dropped.”
Once again Creighton en
deavored to express his grati
tude, but his host smilingly
•cfused to listen.
"A game of billiards before
tied? We keep eariy hours
when my wife is not here, but
• hundred up should not take
tong. What do you say?”
Martin, feeling that all the
good fairies were now watch
ing over him, accepted.
‘ And so, Mr. Creighton, you
have brought me a note from
Sir David Warburton, the
Home Secretary. Apparently
he has been convinced by
Lord Belshaven that you are
innocent of the atrocious
crime with which you have
been charged. Of course, if a
mistake has been made—”
“You must know that a
mistake has been made, Mr,
Stark. You have heard my
story. I have told you how
the man Juhl, who is now
dead—"
Martin Creighton stopped.
Tue Deputy Commissioner of
Scotland Yard looked as
tnough he was going to be
very ill. All through the inter
view he had been wiping his
forehead continually, as
though he found the heat
of the room oppressive, and
now he clutched the side of
the table for support.
Creighton stepped forward,
hut Mr. Jarvis Stark waved
lum back
“I am not feeling myself
this morning,” the Deputy
Commissioner said. “I have
been tremendously over
worked lately . . . tremen
dously overworked . . .’’The
voice trailed off.
Sorry as he was for the
man, Martin felt that this
was proving a most unsatis
factory Interview. Earlier in
the afternoon he had been
taken by Lord Belshaven to
see the Secretary of State.
The latter had listened at
tentively, not only to what
the Foreign Secretary had
said, but to Creighton’s own
story. At the end he had
pursed his lips.
“This is indeed a very
grave matter," he pronounced,
“and I as very grateful to
you, Lord Belshaven, for
bringing Mr. Creighton to me.
I understand that Mr. Jarvis
Stark, the Deputy Commis
sioner of Police, is not at his
office to-day, but I will give
you a note, Mr. Creighton to
take to him at his house. Mr.
Jarvis Stark has dealt with
tae Sir Simon Baste affair
lumself. He will be very in
terested in what ycu have to
tell him."
Martin hnd been asked to
step into another room while
the two Cabinet Ministers
conferred together in private.
As he passed through the
door, he heard the Home
Secretary remark to his col
leagues: “A mcst lamentable
error. ...”
He had taken a taxi to the
address on the envelope, and
bad been shown into this
large and rather poorly fur
nished rocm on the ground
floor. Evidently Mr. Jervis
Stark was something of a
Spartan as regards his per
sonal comfort3.
“If you are not the murderer
of Sir Simon Baste, who is?”
Wiping his forehead again,
the questioner sank into a
chair. Undoubtedly the man
was ill. Creighton decided.
Yet he was bound to reply.
“That is your business, not
mine, I suggest. Perhaps it
was the man Juhl.”
Jarvis Stark rolled his
handkerchief into a ball.
Saner Living Credited
For Improving Health
Milwaukee, Wis —(UP)— Bet
Yr health conditions provide one
k the bright spots n tire depre.s
uf«n according to Dr John P.
(Coehler, Milwaukee health com
riv.ssioner He cited the following
,icU to prove hl3 statement.
‘•rewer automobile accidents
.T'-'auae fewer cat are being
a iven.
•hf'ewer wild -art'.- i with a re
« -ed rate in health-menacing
u covers and an uineas in per
“The man Juhl,” he re
peated. “But he is dead, you
say?”
“Yes. And now I must ask
you. Mr. Stark, to give me
your assurance that I shall
not be subjected to any fur
ther annoyance from you or
your policemen.”
The Deputy Commissioner
rose. He proved to be un
steady on his feet.
“I will give you the neces
sary assurance—I will—I will
get it now. Please excuse me
for a few minutes.” Before
Creighton could make any
reply he had left the room.
After five minutes had
passed. Martin became im
patient. The irritation he
had experienced from the be
ginning of this interview in
creased until he felt he could
not stay in the room any
longer. He had the impression
that Jarvis Stark was some
how fooling him.
He had stooped to pick up
his hat and stick, when a
voice, harsh and impelling,
called: “Put up your hands!”
Creighton swung around
Instantly. Confronting him
was a tall man whose features
were entirely covered with a
black mask.
“You have betrayed my
plans and you must pay the
penalty.” The masked man
leveled the revolver in his
right hand.
Creighton gasped. This man
was that Emperor of Crime,
the Lord of the Underworld
to whom Juhl had given un
questioning allegiance. This
was the masked man, ad
dressed as The King, whom
he had met in the house at
Highgate. And now he saw
him again In the house of the
Deputy Commissioner of Po
lice. . . .
“Duck, you ass!”
The warning immediately
preceded the appearance of a
thin, wlry-looking man, im
maculately dressed, who, ap
pearing sensationally from
space, leapt on the back of
the masked man, his fingers
clutching the other’s throat.
‘ Here, give me a hand,
Creighton!” called Bunny
I Chipstead.
A minute later the Secret
' Service free-lance tore the
mask from the face of the
man whose wrists he had
! manacled.
“Jarvis Stark,” he said, "I
: arrest you for the murder of
Sir Simon Baste.”
CHAPTER XXXVII
It was to a deeply interested
gathering of police chiefs.
Cabinet Ministers, and other
high Government officials in
the office of Sir Robert Hed
dingley that Bunny Chip
stead told his story.
“In the first place,” he
stated, “it is my firm con
viction that the report of the
eminent alienists who are
now examining him will give
the opinion that Mr. Jarvis
j Stark is mad. He has been
seriously unbalanced, in my
view, for some time past.”
“Mad!” The Prime Minister
of England turned to the
speaker with an impatient
gesture. He looked as though
he found it difficult to take
Chipstead’s words seriously.
Sir David Warburton. the
Homo Secretary, turned in his
chair.
"uersonany, sir, 1 snuum
much prefer to believe that
Stark was mad. The idea of
a Deputy Commissioner of
Police behaving as we now
know this man has behaved
and being in his sane senses
is a, too unpleasant one to
j contemplate easily.”
Murmurs of assent came
from the others in the room
“If Mr. Chipstead may be
allowed to resume, sir—” sug
gested Sir Robert Hedding
1 ley.
' (TO BE CONTINUED)
sons getting more health-produc
ing sleep.
"Less stomach trouble with peo
ple eating plainer foods.”
SWEET MEDICINE
Columbus, Ohio — When Thomas
Butterfield. 39. a trusty who walked
from the Columbus City prison last
July, returned to take his medicine
he found it not hard to take. When
he gave himself up recently he was
freed by Judge Joseph M. Clifford
at the recommendation of Prosecu
tor Wayne Fogle. Ic had bummed
his wav to California and back.
M U R D E R Bv An Mignon
ARISTOCRAT |_|
CHAPTER 1
Last week I had niv tele
phone disconnected, no I am
sleeping better. I no longer
find myself suddenly awake,
staring Into the darkness, lis
' tening. Listening, every nerve
tense, as if I dread what I am
about to hear. And then com
ing slowly to the realization
that the telephone is not
ringing, that the Thatcher
case is over and closed. It is
always with a feeling of shock
that I arrive at this realiza
tion; I invariably feel tired,
exhausted, and faintly terri
fied, as if I had just escaped
some impending danger.
Having been more or less
interested in the simpler as
pects of psychology fer some
time, I strove to analyze my
own thoroughly annoying
trouble and came to the con
clusion that I feared the tele
phone.
So, as I say, I had it discon
nt-.ed and have slept much
better.
iiiuugii us iu uiub ixitue axe
many things lar more terri
fying than the telephone that
I have stored in my memory.
There was the singular way
Bayard Thatcher’s head was
twisted. There was the blood
on the wrong rug. There were
Dave’s haunted eyes when I
met him at last at that
strange grave. And there was,
curiously, the heavy fragrance
of s u m m e r-night rain on
roses.
But after all, it was the
telephone which summoned
me to the Thatcher case to
nurse Bayard Thatcher who,
Dr. Bouligny said, had acci
dentally shot himself while
cleaning a revolver. He was
not seriously wounded, said
Dr. Bouligny. but Miss Odela
Thatcher had insisted on
calling a trained nurse. From
the way he spoke, I received
a distinct impression that
Adela Thatcher’s will was
law.
The telephone call aroused
me at exactly hall-past two
of a cool summer dawn; l
know the time because I re
member rubbing my eyes with
one hand while I stretched
the other toward my alarm
clock and wondered whether
it was an accident or a baby.
The doctor explained the mat
ter rather hurriedly, saying
the accident had occurred
about half an hour ago, he
had dressed the wound and
would leave orders for me,
and would I please come at
once. I resisted an impulse to
tell him I would far rather
get my sleep out. scrambled
some things into a bag, caught
a suburban train, and was
presently walking along the
turf path, raised a little, and
so velvety thick with close
cropped grass that my feet
made no sound at all, which
led diagonally from the cross
roads across the spacious
lawns surrounding the That
cher house.
It was that cool, lovely gray
nour before the sun, and I
recall very clearly but with
some incredulity the feeling
jf peace and tranquillity and
serenity induced in me by the
wide green lawn, spreading
into misty gray, the dim out
lines of the shrubbery, the
sleepy twitter of the birds in
the great old trees, and the
house itself, which loomed
half clear, half shadowy ahead
3f me. It was an old house
af mellowed brick with clean
white trimmings, sprawling
contentedly there amid its
trees; a house of undecided
architecture with a turret
here, a bay window there, an
unexpected wing somewhere
else; a house that, once neat
and compact, had been added
onto during several genera
tions. It was now a rambling
mixture of many modes of
architecture, but the effect,
somehow, was still gracious
and possessed a mellow and
charming dignity.
The wide front door was
Russians as Dissatisfied
As Under Czars, Is Claim
Milwaukee, VVis. — tUP> — The
Russian masses are as dissatisfied
today as they were under the rule
of the Czars. Major F. Yeats
Brown, British author and sports
man, said while visiting Milwau
kee on f lecture tour.
“Thou jilts of revolution run
through the minds of the Russian
massr.s today.” he declared. “The\
are discontented with their lot
under the Soviet regime and tired
oi the starvation rations ucoi.
1
open, with only a screen door
across it; a light shone in the
hall beyond. As I took a last
breath of the sweet morning
air which mingled the scents
of sleeping flowers and dew
drenched, recently cut grass
and stepped on the low porch,
a woman came from the stair
way in the hall to open the
door. She was a small woman
not much past 50, I thought,
in trailing lavender silk with
lace falling about her wrists.
She looked worried and
anxious but was not flurried.
‘ Miss Keate?” It was a soft,
rather high voice, delicately
modulated and very deliber
ate. The kind of voice that in
my girlhood was called ele
gant. Or relined. It continued:
"I am Adela Thatcher. Will
you come this way, please?”
She gestured toward the
stairway, and I followed. The
light above had fallen di
rectly upon her face and her
gray hair, which was in what.
I instinctively felt, was an
unaccustomed state of disor
der. The arrogant curve of
what * came to know as the
Thatcher nose was softened in
her face to a line of not un
pleasant dignity, and her
somewhat faded blue eyes
squinted near-sightedly. She
was not tall and, save for a
thickness about the waist and
hips, was rather slender, but
she gave an impression of
stateliness and assured dig
nity. Her hand on the polished
railing was white under its
laces, but a little broad and
thick knuckled; it was a gen
erous but not a sensitive
hand.
ac me moment i saw very
little of the darkly gleaming
stairway and hall. I saw lit
tle of it, but at the same time
were things I knew about
that house immediately. I
knew there were glittering
bathrooms, lavishly suppl'pJ,
and generous linen ch :>ets
delicately fragrant with lav
ender; I knew that there were
many books and good old rugs
and ancestral portraits care
fully hung; I knew that a
stain on the silver—which
would be solid and old—was
like a stain on the family
honor, and that somebody in
the household had perpetual
ly red knees from polishing
floors and ancient mahogany.
We emerged into a wide,
well aired upper hall. At a
door almost opposite the stair
well a girl in a yellow chiffon
negligee stood, apparently
waiting for us. One slim hand
was on the doorknob of the
room she seemed to have just
left; her dark hair was pinned
back in a remarkably becom
ing dishevelment, and even at
that hurried moment I was
conscious of what was almost
a shock. The girl was amaz
ingly beautiful.
Now beauty is a rare word,
a delicate word, one which
may not be used carelessly.
uut u is uie umy worn lur
Janice Thatcher. But I do not
know to this day exactly why
she was beautiful. I suppose
she had regular features and
a graceful body. I know her
black hair was soft and wavy
and had a warm brownish
tinge. I know she had a
creamy magnolia-like skin,
very dark gray eyes which
were direct and grave under
well defined eyebrows and, I
believe, long-lashed. But
many, many women have all
that and have not beauty. No,
it was something subtle;
something elusive; a sort of
inner flame, a something that
glowed occasionally like the
lambent flashes of a fire opal
when you turn it in the light.
Since I am of the genera
tion which quotes Browning,
I found myself thinking. “All
that I know of a certain star”
—and then Miss Adela was
saying a little breathlessly:
“How is Bayard? Is he bet*
ter?”
tTO BE CONTINUED)
which they arc forced to subsist
because of the shortage of food.”
The author of ‘ The Lives ot a
Bengal Lancer" and ‘Bloody
Years" recently returned from a
visit to Russia. He said only the
army there is well fed, addin? that
• the Soviet Government sees to
that because a well conditioned
army ran stave off revolution.
1 jrkish marriage applicants nre
issued a license only on the pres
entation of a certificate showing
that they know their new alpha- '
h»t.. I
Romantic Origin of
Package Medicines
gome of the most Interesting ro
mances will be found in the inar'di
of industry; for back of nearly ev
ery product which pains public ac
ceptance is the very human story of
somebody's ideal, ambition, ingenu
ity, enterprise, disappointment, strug
gle and final achievement.
The privations and hardships
which accompanied 1 lie early years
of the development of package medi
cines are an important part (ft the
history of our nation. The public
seldom appreciates the doubt, the
ridicule, the ostracism and the enor
mous financial risks which were suf
fered by tlie early pioneers in medi
cines. Their faith, determination
and pioneering spirit were responsi
ble for developing and bringing to
>mr medicine shelves those well
known package medicines which af
ford economy and convenience, and
which are so essential to our every
day lives.
Today we take our family reme
dies for granted ns naturally as we
accept the air or sunshine.
Most package medicines were origi
nally prescribed by that beloved in
dividual, the memory of whose self
sacrificing life is most beautiful—
the old family physician. Being pre
scriptions of merit which produced
results, they survived. They became
much in demand and consequently
much prescribed by their originat
ors. Perhaps the demand grew so
rapidly that the old doctor found
himself unable, with his limited
equipment. Ins modest kit. to fill
the need. Often lie, sometimes as
sisted by his kinsmen or 'riends, pre
pared to meet the demand by a
quantity production, that the merl- '
torlous prescriptions might receive
the widespread use which their pop
ularity Justified, Then came years of
toil, hardships, risks, struggles! with
life's earnings and life's efforts in
vested. Eventually the laboratory
anrl the machine entered the picture,
and every invention of a modern
world was utilized to Increase per
fection, production and distribution.
Whether an individual package
medicine lias been on the market for
scores of years, or whether it Is the
more recent product of medical re
search, a large proportion of pack
age medicines in general are based
upon solid scientific knowledge, and
deserve the confidence of the public.
Proprietary remedies which can ease
human suffering, mitigate human
distress, or add to human health and
physical efficiency, at a price within
the reach of ttie poor man's pocket
book, are indeed worthy adjuncts to
American life, as well as American
commerce. “They can be safely re
lied upon,” as Lord Bacon expressed
it, “to tune the curious harp of man's
body.”
chapped'
HANDS
To quickly relieve
chapping and roughness,
apply soothing,
Jjf cooling Mentholatum.
MENTHOLATUM
NOW! EASE A SORE THROAT
INSTANTLY
Feel Rawness, Irritation, Go At Onc«
These Pictures Tell You What To Do
Crush and Dissolve
3 Bayer Aspirin
Tablets in Half a
Glass of Water.
GARGLE Thor
oughly— Throw
Your Head Way
Back, Allowing a
Little to Trickle
Down Your Throat.
Repeal Gargle and
Do Not Rinse
Moulli, Allow Gar
gle to Remain on
Membranes of the
Throat for Pro
longed Effect.
Remember Only Medicine Helps A Sore Throat
Modern medical science now throws
an entirely new light on sore throat.
A way that eases the pain, rawness
and irritation in as little as two or
three minutes.
Results are among the most
extraordinary in medical science.
On doctors’ advice, millions are fol
lowing this way .. . discarding old
time “washes” and “antiseptics.”
For it has been found that only medi
cine can help a sore throat.
Simple To Do. All yon do is
crush and dissolve three BAYER
Aspirin Tablets in half a glass of
water. Gargle with it twice—as
pictured above. If you have any
indication of a cold—before gar
gling take 2 Bayer Aspirin Tablets
with a full glass of water. This is to
combat any signs of cold that have
gone into your system. Keep on
taking if cold has a “hold.” For
Genuine Bayer Aspirin will not harm
you. Your doctor will tell you, it
does not depress the heart. Get a
box of 12 or a bottle of 100 at any
drug store.
Reduces Infection, Eases Pain
Instantly. Gargling with Bayer
Aspirin will do three things: Relieve
soreness at once. Allay inflamma
tion. AND—reduce infection: which
is the important thing in lighting a
sore throat.
It requires medicine—like BAY
ER ASPIRIN—to do these things!!
That is why throat specialists
throughout America are prescrib
ing this BAYER gargle in place of
old-time ways. Results are quick
and amazing.
Be careful, however, that you
get real BAYER Aspirin Tablets
For this purpose. For they dissolva
completely enough to gargle with
out leaving irritating particles.
Watch this when you buy.
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NO TABLETS ARE GENUINE BAYER ASPIRIN WITHOUT THIS CROSS
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AND
PUT
Essence of Miitbl
&
ON YOUR HANDKERCHIEF
AND PILLOW
IT’S NEW
i
lhe ‘'bluet" Btvcr lilt foot la a
healthy bedj. Why feel aluggtah. alckly
• ad dcapoadsat ehaa a aim pie
internal cleansing mekee all the
difference (n the earidlv have you feel?
Drink Garfield Tea for a week or to.
You'll be delighted with the Improve
ment lo your good look*, humor and
appetite. (At all druggists)
•aatPLK meet a»m#td reaCo.,P.o. Brooklyn. N.Y.
Garfield Tea
dt^aiura/. ^axa/iut' rZ)rtnh
IT IS THE
DOLLARS
. . . that circulate
among ourselves, in
our own community,
that in the end build
our schools and
churches, pave our
streets, lay our side
walks, increase our
farm values, attract
more people to this
section. Buying our
merchandise in our
local stores means
keeping our dollars at
home to work for al!
of us.
