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Uncle Sam Guards Canal Zone Against Sabotage by ‘Enemy’ NCI 0? AU 'it© wiror ~inr CUTIOH. con dwtry <te la m es'taran prosecution. Guns shown at right are typi cal of the artillery weapons in stalled at Panama. Below, doughboys during maneuvers leap over a sea wall. Huge guns and large troop concentrations are capable of protecting the Canal Zone's secrets. JT^AR in Europe has caused Uncle Sam to tighten the guard on his vital Panama canal. Even visitors (above) are now barred from much of the canal area. Tiventy thousand troops are on duty. Sentry shown at the left shows how soldiers must guard against malaria. 1 1 '.. » Merchant ships passing through the canal are guarded by army troops like the fellow above, on duty in the engine room. It is also reported that steel nets have been installed to protect the great locks from would-be saboteurs. A view from atop Ancon hill just before the last lights were ex tinguished in Panama’s first blackout. On the left are the lights of Miraflores locks. The outline of the canal can also be seen, a nar row thread of water which is Uncle Sam’s “lifeline.” Light army bombing planes on guard. They’d harry enemy ships. THE GIFT ___ By RUPERT HUGHES CHAPTER IX—Continued —11 Ha fiz mustered energy enough to rise. "It’s kind of dark—and these streets isn't any too safe for a giaour. I walk weet' you," said Hafiz, "to the landing-place where you catch the Golden Horn boat—all the same as the Coney Island boat, yes? How many tarn I gope there weet’ my pretty—my pretty Nayl ma. She is dance there one sum mer. When I sit weet’ her some tarn those other passengers make the face because Nayima is weet’ Osmanli. The rubbernecks is stare. Two, three tarns I tweest those rub berneck till they let me alone. "Here the Osmanli wants to keel a giaour who dares so much as look at an Osmanli lady. I theenk the world is a jackass. "Bine-by we goin’ to come to— what you call, the lock-up, cala boose, yes? There is put the thiefs, the killers, the bad men. Today is put also in the cooler an Osmanli girl—very nice family, but she loves a Greek. It is terrible theeng to love a Greek, but maybe she don’t, can’t help it. She say she goin’ to marry him. The police arrests the Greek and the girl also too, for it is a great crime, such a marrying. “They take the bad girl and the giaour to the jail, and they are goin* to bring them to be tried. But the— how do you say?—the mob does not like it. The mob gets together and says, 'Keel the giaour. Keel the shameless girl.’ “Bine-by some soldiers come and drive the mob away. But maybe the mob comes back. Me, I should not weesh to be that girl or that Greek feller.” This was doubly shocking news to Jebb for it invaded his own recur rent dreams of Miruma. They were now descending a si lent street whose dogs like prowling hyenas only gave the loneliness a terror. Out of the murmurous silence there rose a sound like waves tum bling on distant shale. It was a tumult-clamor mystified by dis tance. Hafiz listened with lifted head, like a rhinoceros sniffing the air for danger. “The mob is there again. Queeck!” And he was running with a speed his bulk had not implied. Jebb followed, stumbling over the refuse in the streets. A bonfire had been lighted in the square before the district police-sta tion. The windows were ragged with broken glass. The door hung on a fractured hinge. In the square, nearer the fire, a man and a woman were struggling within a tangle of bloodthirsty fiends who clutched at them, struck at them with clubs and slashed with knives. Hafiz groaned: “The mob is get busy. See, that is the Greek—that is the girl.” The crowd boiled and sworled like eddies choked with debris. Dragged by the lure of horror Jebb and Hafiz moved slowly down the hill. They saw the Greek, fight ing like another Leonidas against an Asian horde, sink under a smoth er of enemies, only to reappear gashed, bleeding, but fighting on. The girl’s plight was more ugly, for she had none of the mad exultance of the death struggle of man against man. Hers was the odium of be ing torn to pieces and of dying in naked shame. Clutching talons tore her hair loose—her veil had long since been rent away. Jebb could look no long er. He dashed forward and hurled himself into the maelstrom, yelling, cursing, striking right and left with his fists. Though he was too frantically des perate to know it. alongside went Hafiz Mustafa, bellowing like a bull charging a pack of wolves. The men on the outskirts of the throng took the newcomers at first to be only zealots like themselves, fighting forward to the always holy office of sticking a knife into an in fidel. But their progress was too furious to be long misunderstood; Hafiz and Jebb had hardly pierced the outer shell of the mob when the cry rose that they were themselves infidels to the rescue of infidels. And now knives were turned their way and bloodthirsty fanatics ringed them round, forgetting for a moment the young lovers, who, unsupported by their enemies, fell to the cob bles to be trampled underfoot. The huddle was beginning to mum ble threateningly and to brandish fists and knives in Hafiz’ courageous face, when the ragged noises were stirred by a noise with a rhythm and regularity to it. It meant sol diers. Without delay the mob stampeded outwards and was dissipated in the dark alleyways. When the patrol debouched on the square, the tenu ous moonlight showed only two men erect, and two figures on the ground, one very still, one writhing. Jebb paid no attention to the offi cers, but knelt by the side of the girl whose wounds he examined with a certainty that proclaimed him a physician. Hafiz interpreted, and he soon had the patrol 10 busy on his errands that it forgot its main pur pose. After a while of Jebb’s ministra tions the bruised lips began to mur mur. Jebb bent close and heard, but could not understand. He beck oned Haflz to kneel by him and the wrestler explained: “She wants to die in her lover’s arms." But the body of the young Greek had been carried away, and she died alone, slowly, with anguish of body, of heart, and of soul. When she was quite dead, Haflz murmured to Jebb that unless he vanished he would be detailed indef initely as a witness in the trials that would result from the riot. Waiting the proper instant, he dragged Jebb up a steep street, down another, and so on and on till they reached the steamer landing. But the last boat had gone. With some trouble Haflz found a kaik, and in this wa ter-hansom Jebb sped down the Golden Horn among the slumberous ships. He thought of Miruma and felt that she was as far from his reach as the crescent still regent in the sky. And then he realized that he had lost the Gladstone bag once more. CHAPTER X By the time Jebb reached his ho tel it was so late and he so exhaust ed that neither remorse nor anxiety Bulged Into Ihe smoking compartment. could beat off sleep. He woke late the next morning luxuriously re freshed till he realized that he had backslidden to where he started. What little he had found he had lost again. He was very glum over his coffee and eggs when there was an eclipse of the light and the huge orb of Haflz Mustafa rose before him and with a gelatinous laugh set the Gladstone bag on the table. Jebb threw his arms around the monster as far as they went, and cried: "How in heaven did you find it? How in—how on earth did you And me?” Hafiz indulged in a little self-con gratulation. "I’m a wise guy, all right, all right, huh? As the boat pulls out I see you have not the Gladdastone. I go back and I say to myself, If he loses it in the square, somebody has swipe it. If he loses it on the hill where he feerst started to run, it may be there.' I go round and round and finally it is there waiting in a dark street—in the middle of the street. I remember you say you stop here, so here I come so early as I can make it." The only return he would accept for his trouble was a cup of coffee. There was nothing to keep Jebb in Constantinople now, except the nec essity of finding where to go next. Then he took a closed araba to the offices of the Austro-Hungarian Lloyd to inquire when the next boat went. “The next boat she is just went ing now,” said a fezzed clerk, point ing to the steamer already gliding from her mooring. There would not be another until the following Saturday. Jebb was tempted to leap overboard and swim after it. He was restrained by a realization that he could not swim. The next morning, Sunday, he was so desperate that he went to church —the Episcopal chapel of the Brit ish embassy not far from his hotel. After the service he sauntered in the park of the Petits Champs and sat at a table to watch the crowds pell-melling past. He ordered cof fee as a payment for his seat. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was so unexpected that he jumped as he turned. He glanced up Into a grin entirely surrounded by red hair. He heard a voice which seemed also to grin. It said: “Hello! how's electricity?” Here was the answer to a riddle that had vexed him, and he was tempted to demand at once: "Who are you? and what have I to do with electricity?” But he had found it more profita ble to listen than to disclose. All he said was: “Sit down, old man, and have something to drink.” "I’d give a finger for a cocktail, but I suppose I’ll have to take cof fee.” Jebb was fermenting with ques tions but the stranger seemed con tent to watch the crowd and wait for the Kahveji to fill his cup. Finally Jebb ventured: “How do you like Constantinople by now?" "Oh, I’ve always liked the old town. Not quite as lively as Chi cago in some ways, livelier in oth ers. I suppose you will stir things up a bit.” “Perhaps,” said Jebb, still baf fled. “Funny old town, Constantinople, nearly as big as Philadelphia and older than all get-out, and not an electric light or trolley car in the whole village.” “It is funny.” "You’ll change all that, eh? I sup pose you’ve found the new Sultan a little more open to reason than the old, not so afraid of his people. Have you found it hard to get at the bosses?" “Not very.” “I suppose there’s the same hand out for graft here as everywhere else.’* "Well, I haven't had any special trouble in that line,” said Jebb, growing weary of fencing. “You really think you’ll pull it off?” “I hope so.” “I don't suppose I’d dare ask whether you represent the General Electric or the Independents.” “That would be telling.” “I judged from your talk on the steamer that you were acting pretty much on your own.” “Yes,” was all Jebb dared to say, his mind taking a new whirl at the word “steamer.” “I judged from your talk, Mr. Pierpont, that you had enough capi tal in your jeans to dazzle the city fathers here.” Jebb’s heart sickened. So this was more of Pierpont’s brag. “I suppose when you go back you’ll go by land. Those Austrian Lloyd steamers pitch and toss atro ciously, and the 'Franz Josef Is the worst of them all. I've got used to it, but you seemed terribly un happy.” Jebb laughed, as much as to con fess. And the man went on: “Yes, when you got on at Trieste I said to my wife, ‘I’ll bet that fel low has a sad voyage.’ You looked sort of greenery-yellery and off your feed.” “I wasn’t in the best of health.” “You’re all right now, though, I judge. That’s the effect of a few weeks in Constantinople. She’s a great old town in spring, eh?” “She certainly Is. By the way, did you notice how the little girl was?” “What little girl?” “The one I had with me at Trieste.” “You didn’t have anybody with you. 1 noticed specially, because they were just pulling the gangplank in when you jumped for it.” Jebb's heart lurched, but he kept a rigid face. “Oh, of course, the little girl wasn’t with me at that time. Have some more coffee.” “No, thanks, I must get back to the hotel. I'll be mighty glad when you get your electric plant inatalled. The lighting of this town is some thing fierce. You'll make a fortune if you’ll rig up a crescent-shaped bulb. That’s the favorite design for their illuminations. Well, so long, see you again, Mr. Pierpont.” “So long—old man.” He must learn at once Just where Trieste was, and what was the quickest way of getting there. Hoping that some word from Mi nima waited him in Vienna, Jebb telegraphed the Union Bank to for ward his mail to the American con sulate in Trieste. Leaving Constantinople the train retraced for many miles the same rails he had taken from Salonica. It was strangely comforting Just to be in motion. Whatever awaited Jebb at his destination, at least he had a destination, and the swift flight of the express was exhilarant. He breakfasted his way out of Bul garia into Servia, and prepared to stretch his legs at the next stop. It proved to be—Nish! The word came with a shock, sending him back to his first waken ing <n Turkey and the first sound of thb barbaric word on an ear that found "Uskub” equally harsh. And now somehow through the mellow enchantment of memory, the word Uskub always fell with music on his senses. Late afternoon brought Belgrade on the scene. Here a new passen ger got aboard and bulged into the smoking compartment with the crass aggressiveness of the worst type of traveler. He made himself nasally audible. He behaved like a crowd. “Whew! he began, but these for eigners are a pack of damned scoun drels and fools. It’s tip, tip, tip all day long, everywhere you turn there’s a palm up. You’re an Amer ican, too, eh?” Jebb nodded. "My name's Ludlam, Charles Ludlam.” “How are you?” said Jebb. “Goin’ far?” "I change at Budapest,” was all Jebb answered. Silence seemed to be Intolerable to Mr. Ludlam. “Where’d you get on?” “Constantinople.” “Awful hole! Can’t stand the Turks. Servians are bad enough. Been hunting there. Those woods are full of bear and wild boar. Had some great times with ’em. They’re great sport and bully good to eat.” “You eat them?” Jebb exclaimed rather than asked, and wanted to add: “You cannibal!" “You bet. But sport is only a di version with me. I’m interested In the prune market. They raise an A-l prune here. Are you fond of prunes?” “I prescribe them sometimes,” said Jebb. — "Oh, you’re a doctor, eh?" Jebb was angry at letting slip even that information. “Great food, great medicine,” he said: “I’ve got a sample or two in my soot-case." And nothing would do but that Jebb should test his wares. “Talk about your undeveloped American resources, doctor,” Lud lam rattled on like an encyclopedia that must disgorge its load. “The true field for Americans is over here. I'm making a specialty of this country. The silk industry, for in stance; they make silk rugs by hand here. I’m importing machinery, building a factory. Been working mighty hard. Now I’m going home for a spell—combine business with pleasure. Going to stop olf at Mu nich and see my sister Jennie. Go ing to surprise her. Haven’t seen her for months and months. She’ll be tickled to death to see me.” 1 (TO IIF. CONTINUED) Constant Smoking Deadens the Sense Taste Smokers never are likely to be come culinary connoisseurs. They probably make less fussy husbands, so far as cooking is concerned. They seldom are candy eaters. They can’t distinguish fine distinc tions in taste. In time, it is likely, one thing tastes just about like an other. That is one of the sacri fices demanded by nicotine, accord ing to the findings of Dr. J. Edward Rauth and James J. Sinnott, Catho lic university psychologists. In some way the fumes of tobacco deaden the sensitivity of the so called taste buds in the mouth and on the tongue. The effect takes place so rapidly and disappears al most as rapidly when smoking is stopped. The experiment was made on six students who swore off smoking for Lent. The ability to taste was measured by placing on the tongue accurately determined solutions of salt and of sugar in distilled wa ter. After a point was reached at which the subject could taste noth ing the solution was progressively strengthened until taste was report ed. Within a few days after they stopped smoking they could taste hall as strong a solution as when they were using tobacco. During the former period candy might have been rather tasteless. Much of its sweetness would have been wasted on them. The effect with salt was not so striking, but at least 50 per cent stronger solution was needed to arouse the sense of taste in the smokers as in the non-smokers. The threshold of taste, says Dr. Rauth, rises very rapidly when a person starts to smoke. Several of the subjects were not able to keep their good resolutions and smoked a few cigarettes. The ef fect was apparent almost immedi ately as their taste sensitivity fell. By much the same technique, Dr. Rauth hopes to determine whether the sensory acuteness rises with age up to the time of adolescence. This claim has been made by psycholo gists, but with little experimental basis. It may be. Dr. Rauth holds, that the sensitivity itself does not Increase, but that there is a not able increase in the individual’s as sociations, so that a sense impres sion has more meaning and hence seams to be more acute. Children sometimes can be taught to like foods which are repulsive to adults, but this is probably because the dis like is due to the associations rather than to the taste itself. In other words, one must learn to taste. - ' HOUSEHOLD QUESTIONS w: Oil casement window hinges oc casionally. This will prevent their rusting. • • • Baked custards and vanilla jun ket are tasty with a sprinkling of grated nutmeg. • • • A rubber soap-dish makes a non-skid bird bath for the canary. • • • Store seeds in a cool place if they reach you too early. They keep better than in a warm room. 0 0 0 Try baking apples in a double roaster with one cup of water for a half dozen peeled apples. 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