The American it am to defend the
Davis cup. International tennis trophy,
will be composed of William TUden
II, R. Norris Williams II, William
M. Johnston and Vincent Richards.
The Omaha Buffaloes and Denver
Bears meet In the third game of the
series this afternoon. Volght is
scheduled to hurl for the Grizzlies
and Bailey for the Buffaloes.
Cranston Holman, Pacific roast
junior. Southern California junior and
national municipal tennis champ, has
won a scholarship at Stanford uni
versity offered by the Stanford club
of San Francisco.
It appears that Luis Firpo didn't
get all that was coming to him at
Indianapolis. But it is unlikely that
he will have any such complaint
to make after Dempsey gets
through with him.
Flint Hanner, former Stanford uni
versity javelin thrower, who won the
national championship last year with
a throw of 193 feet 2*4 inches, is on
his way to Chicago to defend his
title in the annual A. A. U. meeting.
Owing to a rough sea, Charles Toth
of Boston yesterday again postponed
his attempt to swim the English
channel.
Lincoln trapshooters defeated a
team of Wymore shots in a blue rock
shoot at Wymore Sunday. The Links
won by 23 points.
The South Central Nebraska (lolf
association will hold its first annual
invitation tournament at York, Sep
tember 2 and 3.
* The fourth and deriding heat of
the 2:08 class pacing the Forest
City $3,000 purse, feature of yester
day’s grand circuit program at Cleve
land, was postponed because of rain.
('y fipzi
"Little Miss Helen Wills gave
Molla Mallory the golden gate!”
Marvin Childs piloted Hall Bee to
second place when the race was
postponed.
Twenty-four baseball teams have
entered the annual southwestern
Iowa tournment, which etarts ini
Council Bluffs next Friday afternoon.
Mrs. Geraldine Beamish and Mrs.
R. C. Clayton, British women's ten
nis team, defeated Miss Lillian
Scharman and Miss Ceres Baker,
representing the United States, in
the last of the international matches
yesterday.
Tom O’Rourke, veteran boxing pro
moter and matchmaker of the Polo
Grounds Athletic club, has resigned.
Tex Rickard has appointed Frank
Flournoy to the same job.
Neddie and pine.
Eye-openers and chins.
When you land on the nose
The claret begins.
The Eatmore Candy company team
wants a game for next Sunday, the
Sherman Avenue Merchants pre
ferred. For games, call Manager
Angelo Maruzzo at AT. 7584.
Einilo Palmero, former Omaha Buf
falo pitcher, was knocked out of
the box by St. Paul yesterday when
the Saints defeated Columbus, 11
to 3, in the second game of the
double header.
A soccer player Is not permitted
to use his hands. Wliereas a base
ball player seems to think it is
against the law to use his head.
Drake and (irinnell colleges are the
only two Missouri Valley conference
schools missing from the University
of Missouri football schedule this fall.
Plattsmouth, Nch., has gone “horse
shoe pitching mad.” The citizens of
Plattsmouth. small and tall, young
and old, have taken up the game.
Jack Sabo wants to meet Tiny Her
man of Omaha. Jack, via his manager,
■ays Herman has turned down no less
than five attractive offers to meet
Sabo.
Economic expert* assert that It
takes $231 to dress a women prop
erly. But who wants to see ’em
dressed that way?
Sam Hyman, former Georgetown
hurler and member of the Omaha
Buffalo hurling corps. Is pitching good
ball for New Haven in the Eastern
league.
v.strange as It may seem the ancient
hidden ball trick still bobs up occas
ionally in major league circles.
Specially trained water spaniel* are
needed to retrieve golf balls at the
southernmost golf courses In the
the world.
Jockeys In Germany get about 40
or 60 cents a race, with a small per
centage added for riding a winner.
The Vocabulary of the average
American baseball fan is said to
include something like 8,000 words,
which does not include what he
says to the umpire.
Paul Prehn of ( liampaign. III., and
Joe Turner of Washington, D. C.,
middleweight wrestlers, meet In a fin
Ish match at Oskaloosa, la., tonight.
Australian Tennis Team to
Visit Japan on \V ay Home
Sidney, N. S. W., Aug. 21.—The
Australian Lawn Tennis association
has instructed J. O. Anderson to ac
cept an Invitation for the Australian
Davis cup team to visit Japan on Its
homeward journey from the United
States. Captain Anderson also was
requested to Invite the Japanese to
play a series of return matches In
Sidney.
DemarcC Now Free Agent.
Chicago. Aug. 22.—A1 Demaree. for
mer New York National pitcher and
manager of the Portland club of the
Pacific Coast league, who was de
clared Ineligible last year for playing
semi-professional baseball In Chicago,
ha* been reinstated, he announced
here today. Tho action, he said, was
taken by President J. H. Farrell of
the National Association of Profes
sional Baseball Clubs, and leaves him
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SYNOPSIS.
Neale Crittenden, typical American
young man. has grown up In 1 niontown.
a village near New York city, bus been
graduated from Columbia university and
has taken a position with a lumber firm.
At college he fell in love with Martha
Wentworth, who declined his proposal to
wed. Martha is spending a year in Ger
many with her father. Neale accepts
his disappointment philosophically .and
bends his efforts toward success in busi
ness. In France. Marise Allen. . about
S' sale’s age. li\es with her American
father who is foreign agent for an Amer
ican firm. She is an accomplished lin
guist and pianist. Marise and her father
visit Paris, where Marise meets an Amer
ican girl. Kugenia Mille, from Arkansas.
They go together to M. Vandover. Eu
genia's instructor in French. A rather
stormy scene takes place when Eugenia
expresses dissatisfaction with the instruc
tion she is receiving, and M. Vandover
tells tier he will find another instructor
for her. Marise's piano teacher. Mine,
de la Cueva urges her to spend a year
studying in Koine with an old music mus
ter. ' Neale is spending a year in Italy.
In Rome he meets Marise and they be
come close friends.
Neale pondered this negligent axiom
for a time, and then said hesitatingly,
"But if the servants happened to
mention it?"
"Oh.” she explained quickly, as if
mentioning something that went with
out saying, "oh. of course, I told
the servants not to speak of it."
“You did!” He felt that he was
looking through what he had always
thought was the opaque surface of
things, and seeing a great deal more
going on there than he had dreamed.
"But can you count on them?"
She continued to be as surprised at
his surprise as he at the whole ma
neuver. "Oh, of course you can never
count on servants unless there's some
thing in it for them. I gave them
a little tip apiece."
"You did!” He could only stupidly
repeat his exclamation. “What did
they say?"
“Why, they found it perfectly nat
ural. They won't mention it—not
of course unless somebody else tips
them more, and I don't, see why
anybody should, do you?"
Neale stood looking at her, a little
consternation mingling with his aston
ishment. This was what it was to
have been brought up in what people
called a civilized way, this smooth
mastery of concealment . . . how easy
it had been for her, at the breakfast
table yesterday, not to give the faint
est hint she had just been talking
animatedly with him; and this morn
lng not the faintest hint to Living
stone that she was laughing at his
expense. Why, that lovely face was
just like a mask. You hadn’t the
least idea what was going on be
hind it.
There wns a silence. She was look
ing up at him with a new expression,
almost timidly. "You don’t like my
hiding things?” she asked him, coming
to a stop. They were near the pen
sion now, standing in the twilight on
a deserted street.
He aroused himself to shrug his
shoulders and answer evasively, "Oh,
It's not In the least any business of
mine."
"But you don't like it?” she insisted,
looking straight at him with the dead
ly soft gaze that always made him
lose his head entirely, "ft’s of no con
sequence—none," he murmured. But
she still looked at him. He tried to
think of some other evasive answer,
but in the confusion of his mind he
could not think at all. And he must
say something. With alarm, wlih
horror, he heard himself saying bald
ly, as he would to a man, to an inti
mate. the literal truth, "Well, no,
not so very well, if you really want
to know,"
It was as though he had seen him
self swinging an ax at an angle that
would bring the edge deep into his
own flesh. He felt it cut deep and
bleed. He dared not look at her.
He wished to God he had gone on
straight to Naples.
Someho^v he was looking at her.
Her face was deeply flushed. Bhe
looked as though he had struck her
in the face. Well, now It was cer
tainly all over. Ho might as well
turn around and walk away and never
look at her again.
He said blunderingly, in a trembling
vovlce, “I’m so sorry! X didn't mean
to say that. It's no business of
mine. I'm awfully ashamed of my
self. Please forget it. What do you
care what I think? I'm nobody, no
body at all.”
“Why did you say that?” she asked
him In a low voice, with a driving
intensity of accent, as though more
than anything else she must have
an answer from him.
"Well, you asked me." he said in
abject misery, aware of the hideous
flat futility of such an answer. If
only he was an expansive Italian now.
he could think of some way openly
to abase himself, Instead nf standing
there callously and dully. "Oh, please
don't think of It again,” he Implored
her, wishing be could get down on
hls knees to beg her pardon.
She drew a long breath and put her
hand to her heart, "it’s the first time
anybody ever told the truth to me, you
see," she said faintly, with a strange
accent. "I . . . I'll like it ... I think
. . . when I can get my breath."
To hls amazement he saw that she
was trying bravely to smile at him.
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To his greater amazement he
snatched up both her hands and car
ried them roughly and passionately
to his lips.
CHAPTER XIV.
During the interminable process of
hanging the skirt of that yellow dress
for Donna Antonia’s soiree, M a rise
kept thinking of the Pantheon.
She would have time for the Pan
theon after all—10 minute* at least.
Ten minutes for the Pantheon! She
had been three-quarters of an
hour with the dressmaker! That was
her life! She walked in through the
gray old portico, and, still fretting,
her mouth still in the cold, ugly line,
she stepped through the huge bronz
doorway and stood under the vault
. . . "ah!”
She looked about her for a place
to sit, and, seeing no chair, took a
prie-dieu and sank to her knees on
it as though she were praying. She
was praying in her way. She con
tinual to look up at I he heaped golden
clouds, at the Infinite depth of the
blue, blue sky, at the Ineffable clarity
of the light, jMMirlng in through the
great round opening. It seemed to
smile at her, an honest, loving, reas
suring smile that flooded her vexed,
Fomber heart as it flooded the somber,
ancient building. What strength,
[what strength In those gray stones,
, to hold together where everything
[rise had been broken and dispersed!
[How beautiful primitive things were!
I bow consoling and healing—the
hardness and strength of stones, the
clarity of light, the transparency of
the sky! If you could only somehow
make your life up of such things—
ptrength, sunshine, simplicity—and
music!
She continued to ga*e up, her hands
clasped. Yes. she was praying, she
was' praying for a little share of all
that.
What was that absurd Mr. Living
atone saying? Marlse glanced up
sharply from her book and listened.
Why, he was talking about Critten
den’s—old Mr. Crittenden's dead and
had left that lovely old mountain
home to some Indifferent nephew? To
make sure, she put her book down
and asked a question or two. How
strange that she should be talking
about Ashley to people here in a
Roman pension! Ashley! Critten
den's! Cousin Hetty!
.She seemed to have gone again back
to her book, but she was not reading
She was looking at a sup lit green
vallley, a white road winding through
it, a glass-clear little river chanting
under willowws, low, friendly h<
under tall elms, ugly old people with
plain speech and honest, quiet eyes,
smiling down lovingly on a skipping
frisking little girl.
" . . I see them shining plain
The happy highways, where l went
And may not go again.'’
After a time she closed her book
and went up on the roof for a quiet
moment alone, to go hack to Ashley,
to look at those blue, remembered
hills.
But there was some one else on
the terrazza. She made out a man’s
figure under the grapevine. Being a
girl, sho thought impatiently, she
was obliged to turn back and shut
herself up In her stuffy room. It
continued to be exactly as It bad
been in Bayonne. The world was
one great Jeanne, with a nose twitch
ing for scandal. Ashley was far
away!
She had watched the horrid little
tragedy of the swallow with such
Intensity that when the catastrophe
came she almost felt those curved
claws sink into her own flesh . .
bon Dieu! What was that man doing
climbing out of the window—a mad
man No, he had seen the eat. too!
What a leap! And now how he ran
—like a prestissimo alia forte pas
sage! Ah! He had caught that
wretched cat. But the swallow was
dead. He was too late! How gently
he picked it up. Did men ever fee!
compassion for thingB hurt?
Oh! oh! the swallow had flown out
of his hands! How it soared up and
up! Who would not soar, saved by
a strong, kind hand- from such ter
ror!
He had turned to come back. It
was a good face—but after she had
seen the expression of the deep-set,
steady eyes she could see nothing
but that. Eyes that looked kind, but
not weak. In the world about Marise
it had been an understood axiom that
only weak people were kind.
And what now—eh bien! To defend
the cat! What did he care about a
cat?
Yet she saw It at once. What he
wanted was Justice. Think of any
one's wanting justice for anything
—let alone a cat!
No—how quaint, how amusing—one
unexpected thing after another!—he
wasn't a hit conceited nbout what he'd
done—how funny that he was em
barrassed and shy! Why, no man
with I.atin blood could have restrained
himself by any effort of self-control
from a little nourish of self-satisfac
tion after such a dashing exploit. He
wasn’t thinking how she must be
admiring him. He wasn't thinking
of himself at all. How—how nice—
to see him blushing and stammering
like a nice, nice boy. She could
scarcely keep hack the laugh of
touched and pleased amusement that
came to her lips.
(Continued In Hip Morning life.)
I THI / a I
On the Screen Today.
Strand—"Main Street.-'
World—"Success."
Sun—“Legally Dead.*
Moon—"Railroaded."
KhUto—"Children of Dust."
Muse—"Oh! Mary, Be Careful!"
Grand—"Pawnticket, 210,"
AT THE
THEATERS
ONLY two dav* remain to ace the
World theater "Road Show." Frances
Renault headlines the list of six stel
lar vaudeville attraction* supplemented
bv the usual photoplay features. Starling
Saturday the World present* a 7-act bill
a a a feature of It* gala fall opening week.
Two big headline feature# are found In
Duncan's Mile High orchestra and
Gautier** Animated Toy Shop. The or
chestra I* a syncopated band said to be
on»* of the favorite .jazz banus of the
country.
Ladles and kiddies will laugh lust as
heartily, and enjoy aa thoroughly the
funny slid** of “.Sliding" Billy Watson an
do thn men. It is therefore, taken for
granted that the daily matinfes for
ladies at thn G^yety theater will be very
popular n**xt week during the engage
ment of "Sliding" Ulllv Watson aid hi*
"Big Fun Show. The box office opens
at 10:00 this morning. Season reserva
tion* may be ma'de.
r PAUL J. WURN ^
Succeeding the Late
B. F. WURN j
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PICTURE t<&duynJJosmcpoUta*
And Speaking of Casts
LOOK THESE OVER
MILTON SILLS ANNA Q. NILSSON
ROBERT EDESON NOAH BEERY
MITCHELL LEWIS FORD STERLING
ROCKLIFFE FELLOWES LOUISE FAZENDA
ROEERT McKIM_WALLACE McDONALD
I EXTRA ADDED ATTRACTION,
SENORITA ELENA COMACHO AND
Royal Tropical Marimba Band
of Guatemala, Central America
STARTS TODAY
Waring's Pennsylvanians
Offering a complete
change of program
| Lloyd Huehcs Pauline Garon
reattr love hath no man than
that he give up the wo*
he love* for hi* friend.
Al. St. John in “The Author”
Rialto Enlarged Orchestra
H. Brader, Director
Rialto Mammoth Organ
Visual World Wide Views
ONLY TWO DAYS MORE
I.Att llll
lime* Time*
Friday Friday
The Unusual Photoplay
MILTON SILLS
I “Legally Dead”
jj —Also Showing—
I Charlie Chaplin
I in “Caught in n Uahan't"
I Not a New One. but Twice a% Funny I
& [3333 H
in "RAILROADED*
1 Herbert Rawtinson
I S A TH R n A Y
i d. \v urh rn M'S
I “Way Down East”
The Book Surpri»ed—The
Picture Startle*!
SINCLAIR LEWIS*
Famous Novel
MAIN
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The drama you want, the thrills
you want, the spectacular splen
dor you'll talk about—and look
at the cast—
FLORENCE VIDOR
MONTE BLUE
HARRY MYERS. NOAH
BEERY. LOUISE FAZENDA
ALLAN HALE, OTIS HARLAN
And a Host of Others
Truly the greatest show in town
Vaudeville—Photoplay
A Gt eat Six-Act Bill With
FRANCIS RENAULT
-SLAVE OF FASHION*
SATURDAY
Gala Fall Opening
7—Star Acts—7
with
Duncsn'i “Mile High**
Orch<*at»a and
Gautiei’s Toy Shop
NEIGHBORHOOD THEATERS
GRAND - 1t*th and B;nn#jr
SHIRLEY MASON
in PAWN TICKET 210"
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