Damn1(myoris\ - (Polka asm Atlantic City, N. J., Aug. 27.—The writer watched Firpo work out yes 1 terday afternoon in his training camp at Atlantic field, which is given over in the evening to greyhound racing, the strange sport that came from out of the west. AS the "Wild Bull" worked in an open-air ring, a small crowd in the new wooden gramhdnnd could hear the occasional yelps of the lean-flank ed racing dogs kennelled in the sheds not far away. The scene was strangely unlike the average training camp of a tighter getting ready for a hig match. Before the boxing started, Joe McCann, the Newark heavyweight, who once put t'Trpo down for a count, warmed up in front of the grandstand, doing a species of shadow boxing so slowly it. looked as if he was working for the slow'' action motion pictures. Old Jeff Clark, the once celebrated "Joplin Ohost," was pawing the air nearby slowly, dully. A fattish-look ng white-skinned young man, later disclosed as Peru, the Argentinan light heavyweight, also pranced around in gymnasium tights, while Firpo punched the bag with none too much vigor. Vigor Is Lacking. Things seemed too slow, too loggy. There was no pep In the atmosphere. Perhaps it was the warm weather. Firpo ought to have someone around there speeding ’em up. lie boxed first with Joe McCann, then with the Joplin Ghost and fi nally with Pora. He went two rounds with each man. The boxing with McCann was slug gish, but the bout with the Joplin Ghost was quite lively. The old ghost once had a great left hand, ami lie was trying to stab the remnant of Jit into Firpo’s face. He reached Fir po's features occasionally. Firpo is as open as ever to a left-hander. The ghost kept crouched low and bobbed his head, something after the style of Dempsey. Once lie became . areless and tried to trade rights with Firpo, and “The Wild Hull” clipped him a smash t made the ghost groggy. In the last minute of the ■second round Firpo nailed the ghost back of the head with his favorite punch, the one that dropped Brennan and others, and the negro swayed dizzily. Firpo gathered him in his big arms and the ghost was saved from a fall. The workout with Pcra followed and Firpo seemed to keep his punches under wraps. The bout with the ghoBt was the best line on Firpo, who at times showed stuff that caused Philadelphia Jack O’Brien to exclaim In astonishment. Improvement Is Noted. That Firpo has improved, aiul has a chance of continuing to Improve, there is no doubt. Philadelphia Jack O'Brien boxed with him when Firpo first came into prominence, and O'Brien says that it was easy to hit Firpo with anything. “But lie showed me that lie was a natural puncher that day," said Jack. "He nailed me a body smash that al mist curled me up. I think that’s his best punch, although the wallop he puts in back of the ear is a mur derous thing. ^ “He hus improved. Watch ids left hand. It may not be a good left, but It is far from being a bud left, lie keeps it out there very well, and if you notice his fighting position, he keeps turned sideways to an opponent, his shoulder forward. That not only protects his chin, but adds materially to his reach. He keeps both feet turn ed sideways, something I never saw any other fighter do. but he can step like a lightweight when lie desires. “No fighter can afford to take any chances with this man. He is a dan gerous puncher. He is liable to knock a man out hitting him anywhere. I lather think Dempsey will prove too fast for him, but in my opinion Dunp »ey wants to put his speed on very early, as tic did against Willard. Don't you underrate Firpo. He's big. He's ihe strongest man I’ve seen in the iing, and he can hit.'' Dempsey Stops Training Grind O Bt Associated Press. Saratoga Springs, N. T.. Aug. J17.— Training activities at Jack Dempsey's ,.amp were at a standstill today, with indications that the champion would not resume work with the gloves un il Thursday. The tltleholder, fear ing the danger of going stale from too much work, decided that a layoff of wo or three days will enable him to N*-i j cri the Florence Merchants Sunday by i ci to *; score. Wagner allowed the Merchants sevpn hits and fanned 10 batters. The Eatmore Candy company team i defeated tho Florence Ramblers by a 15 to J2 score Sunday. George Krebs allowed the Florence team one lilt In five •innings ami was lhen relieved from mound duty. The Sherman Avenue Merchants re ceived a forfeit from the Oly I'lri men and then took a hot contest, from M W. A. No. 945 by a B to 5 score, oleson for the Merchants sent back ! 10 via the strikeout route and allowed nine hits. Klbler, who did the hurl j leg for the lodgetnen, "truck out 10 .111(1 yielded 12 hits. II l»o* tie wait e with a triple and three single" copped hatting honors. The latler are Schneider Electric Metropolitan i it id" — I ■ — ■ I.. I ■ ■ — I . - , EDDIE’S FRIENDS l.adif*’ Nigh!—Waiting for l.unrli. Jl free \ ( " '' \mEN’R& a1-, X AOVE. r6l66UE.,f<3R iTAEM POM’T \—) ^A\R ( _ vuoo OOT ^ C^IU \ tAat ao^-- 7 s^A [pi ——-— ~© l»13 T IHT'L FgATVWK 3**VIC*. ImC. j. Says dugs" ctei~: FliiPO hail an aching tooth for Dempsey, lint wanted to post pone his visit to the dentist. They fight much sooner than Flryo hoped to. Argentlnans are mailing good in simrts. One of. their jolly boys swain across English channel. Just to make it Argentinan, lie swain it the wrong way. From France In England, instead of from Eng land to Franee. Maybe lie was right. Who can tell? That queer republic also turned out one of the best polo teams that ever fell off a pony. The all-Argen tinan four toured Europe and Amer ica last year iftid almost won some thing. There arc always four on a polo I (cam for some reason. Maybe it's five. Who knows? Then Kirpo comes , along anil challenges Dempsey. Jack accepted the challenge a year too quick. Maybe it was too soon. Who cares? Anyway, it proves that republics turn out better athletes than mon archies. Even if Kirpo wins, the prince of Wales will tumble off his horse at the next water jump. That’s certain. If Firpo wins, the championship still remains in America. It's Latin America, but who speaks It? France is another republic that sent a champ over here to be bar becued. Carpentier made the round trip and collected plenty of plunder. He lost. But one thing you can say about republics is that we pay both the carpet boater and the car pet, Nice people. China is final republic to enter athlrtlcx. They are getting ready for Ill'll) laundry Olympics. Their specialties sare throwing the Iron, hop, step and running raids, anil shooting the clip. They are also experts in swatting the pipe. (Cory right, 1921. > $15,000 Hurler Is Real Rusher A small town In Texas. That s where Frank Isbell, owner of the Wichita club, found Kr nie Maun, lead ing pitcher of the Western league, who has been sold to the New York Giants for a price said to be around »lB,Oon. Maun had never seen a professional ball game until he came to Wichita in 1920, He was a sandlot hurler and asgueen as grass. Burgess Bedtime Stories BY THORNTON W. RIRGKHN From the beginning to the enlrs. Reddy was somewhere near. He made the acquaintance of Chat terer the Red Squirrel, and soon found out that all Chatterer's impu dence and boastful threats were harm less and that Chatterer was always one of the first to give warning when danger was near. He came out very early one morning just at break of day, Rnd was just In time to see Hooty the Owl swoop down for a young Meadow Mouse. So he learned it wasn't safe to go out too early in the ♦nornlng. He learned in the same Tvay that it wasn't safe to stay out after the first of the Black Shad-, ows came creeping out from the Purple Hills. Every day he learned something and tucked it away in his head where he would never forget it. (Copyright, 1923.) The next story: "The Beginning of Wisdom." Reddy Fox Was .lust Trotting Past. Alleged Bandit Leader Arrested in Los Angeles I Dos Angeles. Cal . Aug 27.—Dimer Dowdy, alleged leader of a gang of bandits who on May 2D last, held up and robbed David Antink. cashier of the Hun Drug company of 117,000, waa arrested here. Dowdy, police say, has a long criminal record and numerous aliases. Dowdy denied that he was impli cated in the drug company robbery and said lie had intended to surrender to the police so that he could prove hia Innocence. According to police records Dowdy is wanted by the police In Philadel phia for "aggravated assault, battery and robbery," In that city on April 22. 1021, when $33 000 was taken in a robbery. He once was arrested In Dons Beach. Cal., for the Philadelphia of fense, but was released on $3,000 bond, which he jumped. Records also shqw he was arreated In Portland, Ore , and Heattle for various offenses. I7ee W ant Ads produce results. Rough-Hewn Dorothy Canfield | (Continued from lrt(«vdu.) SYNOPSIS. Neale < ritteudcn. typical American vhuiik man. ha* iroHii up in I nlnntown. a village near New York eltjr. ha* been i graduated Trim* Columbia unlvendty and ban taken a position with a lumber firm. \t college he fell In love with Martha M entworth, who declined hia prwpo*al to j wed. Martha i* upending a year In tier- I many with her father. Neale accept* hi* diaappointment philosophically and | bend* III* effort* toward surer** In busi ness. In France. Marine Allen. about Neale'* age. live# with her American father who i* foreign agent for an Amer ican firm. She I* nn accompli*hed lin guist and plant*! and goes to Home to eontinue her *tudle«. Neale ia spending a *ear abroad. In Home he meet* Marine and they become close friend*. Neale and Marine y|*lt place* of intereftt with two other American*, a young man named Livingstone and a young woman. Mis* Mill*. Neale and Marine are be i oming extremely fond of each other* company. CHAPTER XL1X if only Mairse would go away., would go away and give her a chan'ce. thought Eugenia despairing ly, coming slowly into her sitting rooin where Mile. Vallet sat writing in her journal. Josephine heard the, door close and hurried in with her quick silent step to take off her mis-, tress’ wraps. "Mademoiselle looks so tired after these long walks!’’ she said solicit ously. scrutinizing with a profes sional expertness the color of the young face. "I don’t think they agree with Mademoiselle at all. This climate is too soft to walk about so. Nobody does. Mademoiselle might— without presuming to advise— Mademoiselle might be wiser to go In cabs.’* Eugenia held out her arms as Jose phine slipped off her pretty, fawn colored silk coat and then let them fall at her sides. Khe was think ing. "Cabs'. What would he say to some one who went everywhere in cabs'.” "Oh!" cried Josephine. "Those abominable ruins! Mademoiselle's dear little bronze shoes! Cut to Pieces' Oh. Mile. Vallet, Just look at our poor Mademoiselle's shoes, the beautiful bronze ones. And there's no replacing them in the shops of this country!" Mile. Vallet tipped her head for ward to look seriously over her steel-rimmed spectacles, agreed se riously that there was certainly very little left of the pretty bronze shoes, and went seriously back to writing with her sharp steel pen a detailed description of her expedition to the Catacombs. Mile. Vallet was a very happy woman in those days. To on In Home, after years of grinding drudgery in the class room, to' bo free to look and wander and observe at her leisure for so much In her wildest dreams supposed she would have such, an opportunity! tthe studied and sight saw with con scientious and absorbed exactitude, and wrote down voluminous ac counts of every day's sights and the thoughts they aroused in her. "It will be the treasure-book of tny old age!" She said. "I shall take it down from the shelf when 1 am old. and live myself back Into this wonderful expei ienre!" ' Her old age!" Eugenia wondered when she thought old age would be gin. She looked 1,000 years old al ready to Eugenia. Heavens! Think of ever being old like that, yourself. What use could there be In living If you were old and redu* *-d for your amusement to writing down dates and tilings in a Journal! • If Mademoiselle will step lnio ner own room.'' said Josephine. Eugenia came lo herself with a start. She hail been standing in the middle of the room staring at Mile. Vallet * back. But she hail been thinking about Neale Crittenden, about those deep-set eyes of his, and how his fare was lighted tip when he smiled When he smiled at her. Eugenia felt Ilk" moving from wherever she was and going to stand close beside him What made her feel so? It was like a black-art. There was that girl at school who had been bewitched by the Breton mission priest—bewitched so that she fell Into a fever If she could not see him every day. “There! Sit then!'' said Josephine, prisslng her competently into ryn easy chair, and beginning to undo her hooks and eyes "I haven’t much time. Mademoiselle 1s so late in corning in. Just n little cold cream —this horrible southern sun burns so! Oh, I enn feel this awful Human dust thick on every hair! I do wish —without seeming to presume—t do wish that Mademoiselle would ' on sent to wear a veil—everybody does.'' Eugenia moved her h'-ad from one side to the other wearily. How Jose phine dill chatter' She never had a quiet moment, never, and she was so tired. Feeling the supple, smooth professional lingers beginning lo put on ihn cold cream, she held her head still and thought. Very bitter thoughts and bewild ered . . of a jierson betrayed. She was betrayed' She had done every thing . . everything that she had known how* to do. She hail spared neither time nor money nor effort. She hail worked (and she hated to work) she had worked to learn all the tilings she should know. She had beaten Marise at her own game She talked better French than she. so her diction teacher said; and ever so much more distinguished English— she never made those slips into Amer icanisms or Gallicisms that Marise did. At least not in conversation, sometimes she still thought in Amer ican. Khe knew ever so much more about dressing tlinii Marise, and about lace, and about manners. She had come to the point at last of being sure of her manners, of being able to sit down, instinctively com posing herself so that she would look well from ail angles, of not having to think of how to shake hands or leave a room, any more than she thought of the adjustment of a gown that Josephine had put on her. Whereas Marise still fumbled at the back of her nerk at times to make sure of it, hook, or had that com mon trick of feeling her hair to see if it were in order. Marise had stood still in all that, and she had gone forward to the goal But as she reached it . . ' ‘‘There." said Josephine, slipping out the hairpins, and taking up a handful of the bright hair to inspect it, "I believe—I believe," she pon dered the matter profoundly, her dark, sharp intelligent face selflessly focussed on the problem, "I wander if we ought to wash it a little often er than in Paris? There is more dust. But washing it takes the oil out so. Perhaps a little more of the Meylan dressing. That has a little /inp oil in it 1 know the recipe.” Eugenia occasionally thought see ing her thus, that she never was allowed to relax in unplcturesque ease. It seemed to her that Mile. Vallet and Josephine were the ones who were really enjoying Rome’ Hhe worked so hard, she had paid the full price—and somehow the coin was of no value in this new country to Which she was now transported, where she had not wanted to come, from whh h she would give anything to get away. Hhe did not like Mr. Crittenden—she never had liked hltn —oh. why shouldn’t he just once look at her and see what was there, in stead of talking over her head that queer talk of his? History' That was what he was always talking about—history that she had always hated Here It was again to plague her' HuW could she have guessed that he would care about history- Hhe sat up now till all hours reading it. till Mile. Vallet was afraid for her eyes, and yet he didn’t seem to notice when she said something about it He just took it for granted, ns if she were a man. What did Mari.se want of him any how? She couldn’t possibly expect to marry him . neither of them had a cent of money. Hhe ought to think of that, to think what was best for hltn It was selfish, self centered of Mat ise A man like Neale ought of course to marry money. When she thought what she could do for him' Married to her he could have exactly the life he was meant for—travel, leisure, ease—: What was it about Marlse that he liked? Hhe could do every thing better than Marls* now. ex cept play the piano, and it evidently wasn't that he rated for In her, be cause the afternoon they had all gene to the Visconti recital he had i tilt t.KTM.MKST. A Good Thing • DON'T MISS IT. 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She couldn't understand Her throat had a hard, aching lum( In it because she couldn't under stand. ' A loose soft coiffure for tonight.” murmured Josephine dreamily to her self, happily twisting together tfce beautiful golden strands, “and the pale-blue mousaeline de soie—not the evening dress” she was shocked at the idea, though nobody had suggest ed It. “the high-necked one with the little myosotls embroidered on the ruffles.” Josephine worshipped that dress. Kugenie sal very slill, while Jose phine set a jeweled comb at exactly the right angle In the golden pair. One lovely little hand was at her heart as if by pressing hard on it she could stop the ache, the other held the fresh, scented handkerchief clutched tightly, in case tills time she could not keep buck tbe 'ears. Hhe mustirt cry. t*he mustn't cry, because Josephine would have to do her face all over. CHAPTER 1, One night Marine woke np with a start, staring into the darkness, feel ing very cold and sick She knew what had happened. She had come to her senses in time. She had al most slipped into the trap, the trap set for her by life, which she had so mortally feared. She had been playing a foolish, reckless game of hide and seek with herself, pretend ing that she did not know what was happening. Neale Crittenden was In love with Iter. And she was falling in love with him She wanted him. Oh, this was the way it must al ways happen. This was the way all women were caught In the trap These dizzying moments of joy, this causeless singing of your heart, this Wind, rapturous rushing forward with outstretched arms to Hasp all life to your heart . . . treacherous deadly life that only sought to de base you. She had always wondered how wo men could go on. go on to the fatal moment from which there was no drawing hack Now she knew Ton were poisoned, you were made mad till you long.il for that moment with all your being. But she had come to her senses in time to draw hack. She would save herself, defend herself, since there was no one to help her, now more than ever. First of all. she knew passionately, she must not think of him for a moment or she would not draw hack She must not remember how he looked or spoke or moved, not even the sound of his voice. She must concentrate her thoughts on the one fact that she had a’most been caught in that great dreadful trap.' that she. Marise. who knew so much better, had almost fallen In love , . . love! She drew the covers about her as she sat bolt-upright In the dark, her teeth chattering, l.ovo! She sickened “Ye»! We Here No Bananas” 18% Still getting eacores both ax a song and a icx trot! 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Animated Toy Shop Warren & O'Brien 3 Other Acts & Features at the sound. The gray cat . . . .Inane . . . Isabelle . . the picture Iti one nf the hidden books at school . . I he passages In her mother' novels . her toother . Madame Vallery . Madame do la Cueva . . . they mere all of them looking at her out oT the dark, pointing a her. shaming her, exulting over her . . ‘You, too . . you have come to It.” Tho gray cat' Hhe was like the gruy cat! Hhe began to sob hyster ically and thrust the rovers into her mouth to smother the-sound. What could she do? What ooubl she do? Hhe had not strength left Hhe did not know how to defend het - self! Hhe did not want to defend lie self! Hhe could run away, liven poo. defenseless things could run awa; She stopped sobbing and sprang ouf of bed, lighting her candle with trcn tiling fingers. Her watch showed 3 In the morning. There was a. rail road nnic table in the dining room Hh*- huddled on her wrapper, thrust her feet into slippers, and, shading her candle flame, crept down stairs. At 3. hatted and cloaked, she wa> gently shaking llugema and saying "I'm so sorry to bother you, but do you happen to have some money on hand? I've been worrying about father for some time. It's so long since I’ve been back to, straighten out the household for him. I've Just decided to get off on the early morn ing train. I ought to go to sec Jeanne, too. It's past my regulai time for making her a visit. If yo could Just loan nia enough to bu> the ticket to Paris? I've almost enough as it is. but I must leave some for Miss Oldham and my pen sion." How kind Eugenia had been! How discreet and uninquisitive! She reached unde; her pillow, pulled out her gold meshed purse with the ridicu lously large gum in cash she alwa>1 carried with In r. and gave her a 660 lira note, together with a kiss on each cheek. ‘When will you be bad,. 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