'CORDELIA THE MAGNIFICENT
t By LEROTt SCOTT. ioumm. i«« »
(Continued Iron Saturday.)
"And now to our little business.",
said Mitchell, in his most pleasant
tone. "But, Miss Xoiworth, before
we go Into the real jpatter that has
brought us here, there Is a small af
fair 1 wish to clear up.
Gladys, suddenly pale, looked swift
ly across at her step s.ster.
"Tile questions I desire to put to |
you. Miss Norworth.” Mitchell as- ;
8timed, ".'ill relate to Miss Murlowe.
“Was Mr. Franklin employed ns j
your atomey sis months afo or was]
he not?"
"lie was not." Gladya admitted
"Mr. Franklin, to prove his ■talc
ment that he luiU been your attorm \ j
all the while, produced a letter un
deniably written by you, da led about
tit? middle of May. Did you write
i t letter lit tills date, or nntednte
It'.' -write it much later?”
' I wrote it much later.”
'.Mr. Franklin also referred to nn
'alletfed contract for his services, also
sgnetl hy you about the middle of
May. l>id you sign this contract at
this date, or sign it much later?”
"I signed it much later.”
"All the statements you made
against Miss Marlowe on thtit day—
which was to hate been her wedding
day—all your statements were lies'.'''
"Yes."
"And you know of»noth ;iK what
ever aRuinrt Miss Marlowe, which
you can prove that Is to her dis*
credit'.’"
"No. '
llearcd at l-ast.
"That will 1>* nil. Miss N'onvorth.
And now. while the matter is fresh In
mind, we will just put the substance
of jour present statement» Into on
affidavit. I'll dictate the affidavit l<>
Miss Marlow
As Mitchell said, so tt was done.
Mftecu minutes later the affidavit
was properly signed, witnessed and
attested In duplicate. Besides these
two official copies there was half a
down unsigned Parbons. Mitchell
handed Cordelia one of the signed af
fidavits.
"This document. Miss Marlowe
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remove every slur from your name,
except the one east on it by Mr.
Plimpton. And properly used —and 1
shall see that it la properly used, and
shall see that Miss Norworth sup
plements it if necessary with test!- |
loony on rlie witness stand—properly 1
used. I ,.ith< ;■ !dieve .t will make;
Mr. Franklin a somewhat unhappy ,
gentleman.”
"One fact that Mr. Plimpton should !
know.” went on Mitchell, "is that Mias1
Norworth is the real mother of Fran !
cols.”
Inevitably Cordelia's eyes went to !
Jerry Plimpton. Jerry waa very pale. I
"Gladvs--is this true? is Francois j
your child?—your Illegitimate child?” .
Gladys slumped into her chair,
every bone soft and covered her face ;
with both her hands. She did not ,
I answer him.
Jerry Plimpton straightened up |
sharply, white as Ids collar. an9 stood
rigid with tlio rigidity of one incap
able of motion.
“For five years.” Mitchell went on,
now addresing Jerry, "Miss Norworth
has lived in daily fear that her secret
would be discovered. She has lied—
she hid behind Miss Stevens, she used
every trick and twist she could think
of; she let herself be blackmailed; she
finally denied her own son. When all
these five years, if she had not been
a snob and- a sneak and a coward, if
there had been one tiny streak of
true woman in her, she need not have
paid one penny of hush money and
need not have had a single moment
of fear.”
Gladys blinked stupidly at this.
“What-what?" she mumbled.
He turned back to Cordelia.
“Remember this In my behalf. Cor
delia,” he said, rapidly, pleadingly. "I
don’t justify ail I did. But I was 24
—a boy. And I hated this snob for
the way the had despised my dead
friend. 1—I was ready for anything
that would square that insult she had
put upon a tine, brave man. ”
He turned quickly upon Gladys.
“You need not have bad one single
moment of fear!” he repeated. “There
was nothing to fear! Nothing what
ever to be ashamed of except your
self! For everything I told you was
lies!”
"But—but that marriage document?
That tfthfr wife, the child?”
"That document was forged. And
purposely forged so clumsily that its
forgery would hare been obvious if
you had had the nerve to demand its
investigation. The woman was the
widow of a French poilu; the child was
hers. The poor thing needed money,
and she really didn’t know what she
was doing. I paid her a hundred
francs.”
Gladys gazed at him, blinking,
speechless.
“Then—Biliy Grayson was not what
you said—a bigamist—a crook-”
"Billy Grayson was about the finest
and siraightest man any woman ever
had the honor to call her husband!"
"And—and—my marriage—it was
“As legal as law can make a mar
riage."
“And—and—then Francois—
“If a thoroughly legal marriage Is
what make* a child legitimate, then
there was never a more legitimate
child than Francois.”
"Oh, Jerry—Jerry!' cried Gladys
sobblngly. happily. “Jerry—every
thing's all right' You heard—there s
nothing against me! Nothing! My
marriage was legal! Francois is legit
imate! And I'm—I'm a real widow.
Oh. Jerry, after what I've been
through—isn't it wonderful! There s
nothing now to stop our marriage,
Jerry! We con go right ahead!"
Jerry, still pale with the pallor of
a man who has almost found a skele
ton in what was to have been bis
family closet, gazed at her uncer
tainly. .
"Just one other tittle matter before
j you go. Miss Norworth. Excuse me.
II should now giv e you your correct
name—Mrs. Grayson. I have not
quite finished what you term my con
fession. Your husband is still alive.
When he returned Jroru a prison
camp and heard of your attitude to
ward him he had no desire to return
to you. He runs a garage out in
Cleveland. I’m sure. Mrs. Grayson,
all yonr Society friends will be de
lighted with your splendid match
when they learn that your husband
runs a garage.” ...
"I don't believe it!” she cried tc
Mitchell with a hysterical burst of
imperious defiance.
“This time I'm not asking you to
believe a word of it.” Mitchell stepped
to the door of his inner office, opened
it and called;
"Just step in here a minute. Billy.
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I In a faintest breath from her.
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“The Sea Hawk”
By RAFAEL SABATINI
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STARTING THURSDAY
Snowball Blow Fatal.
Callaway, Neb.. March SI-—How
ard Haney, young son of Mr. and
Mrs. Fred Haney of Oconto, died of
stomach rupture caused by being lilt
fcv a hard snowball.
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Stories y
By THORNTON W. Bl'ROESS.
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Mr. and Mr*. Quark Unger.
refer Rabbit was beginning to wot.
der. Ye*, air, he tai beginning to
wonder. Mr. and Mr* Quack, th*
Mallard Duck*, had regained their full
[strength. Peter knew that row they
: were strong enough to continue on
! their way to their home in the Fat
North. Kach day he expected to he;, r
: them say goodby. But each day ho
i was happily disappointed.
Honker the Goose had spent a nigh'
in the pond of Paddy the Beaver in
the Green Fordst, and early the next
morning had started on for the Fa;'
North. Other ducks had remained a
day or two on the Big River, ami
then gone on. But Mr. and lire.
Quack still lingered. And still Farmer
Brown's Boy brought corn and fed
them every day. They had become
fast friends, had Farmer Brown's Boy
and Mr. and Mrs. Quack.
The days grew longer and the
weather grew warmer. Kach day
brought new arrivals from the Sunny
South, and always the new arrival*
seemed surprised to find Mr. and Mrs.
Quack there. Some of these new ar
rivals remained to make their homes
on the Green Meadows and in the Old
Orchard and in the Green Fore .
Others stayed only a few days, and
then hurried on further north. Mr.
and Mrs. Quack talked a great d* 1
about starting, but they didn’t star'
Two or three times Peter saw th< . a
take to their stout whips and disap
pear. And each time be had a feeling
of disappointment, for they hadn't
said goodby. But each time on Irtv.
next visit to the mouth of the Laugh
ing Brook where it enters the Big
River he found Mr. and Mrs. Quack
back there. Peter wasn’t the only
one who was doing a little wondering.
Fanner Brown's Boy was wondering
also. He. too, knew that if was high
time for Mr. and Mrs. Quack to be on
their way north. He had had so much
pleasure in watching them and get
ting acquainted with them that he »
had dreaded the coming of the day
when they should leave. But as they
lingered and lingered he began to
wonder and he began to hope. Could
it be that they had given up all
thought of going to the Far North,
and that they would make their home
here? Could it be?
But Mr. and Mrs. Quack said noth
ing about their plans to any one.
Two or tlirt-e times Peler saw them
take to their stout wings and
disappear.
They simply continued to Unger and
seemed very well satisfied. No longer
did flocks of Ducks pass over on their
way to the Far North. The last oS
them had hurried on. Peter Rabbit
had fully expected to see Mr. and
Mrs, Quack join them, but Mr. and
Mrs. Quack had paid no attention
them. It was all very puzzling.
It was after the going of this last
flock that Peter saw less and less of
Mr. and Mrs. Quack. The only time*
when he was sure of finding them
were very early in the morning or
just as the Black Shadows cams
creeping out from the Purple Hills.
Then they came to stuff their crop*
with the corn that Farmer Brown's
Boy never failed to have there for
them. But as soon as they bad eaten
i hey flew away, much to Peter's dis
appointment. Of course. Peter wanted
to gossip, but Mrs. Quack wouldn't
gossip. While she was eating she
was too busy, and the moment she
was through she flew away.
(Copvr-.f ht. 1*54.)
The next story: "Peter Makes a .
Good Guess.''
South Dakota Demand*
Choose MrAdoo Delegation
Sioux Kails. S. D.. March Si.—Lat
est unofficial returns from 60 of
South Dakotas' 66 counties show tbe
MoAdoo group of delegates received
4.SIS rotes to 1,504 for the uninstruct
ed group, the principal opposition to
the candidacy of William G. Me
Adoo on the democratic ticket in
last Tuesday's statewide primary In
South Dakota. The figures were —
riven out by democratic etate head
quarter*.
Complete returns will be delayed
a week or 10 days because of road
conditions and Impaired telephore
and telegraph service through the
etate.
Two Taken in Rum Raid*
at Duncan and Platte Center
Columbus. Neb., March >1.—Henry
Micek of Duncan, paid **0» In count y
court because State Deputy Sheriffs
Cal Rroady and I-yman Cromwell
found a warm *tU1 and some freshly
made corn Juice In a shed on hie
lot. Joe Zymhe. Platte Center, is ■»
county Jail on a almtlar charge. The
two men. a still, two gallon* cf
liquor, pieces of broken bottle# at i
some of the contents of the lattee
mopped up with a rag constitute!
the haul roads by the two stats of
ficers In a raid at Duncan and Matte
Center.
Settlement of Sclieidell
Fstate Delayed 1!> \eara
Columbus, March SI.—Nearly •
years after the death of Mr* Cather
ine Schelde!, a *on, Henry, ha# pe
titioned the courts here to enter a
decree giving the heirs legal title •
th* estate
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Traced l»v Sweater Thread
Columbus Neb . March SI.—Pt •
;ng up an unraveled thread fret.' *
sweater that had caught in a wln.t -
police traced and arrested Jock IV
borne. whom they charged with - -
tng candies and tobacco front a fill
ing station and caabmg worth!*-*
clucks