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12 THE BEE: OMAHA, WEDNESDAY, JULY 23, 1919. BALLOON RACE WINNERS ARE GIVENPRIZES Crew of "All America" Pre sented Wit hSilver Cup-by Chief of U. S. Air V Service. Cot. C. DeForest Charidler, chief of the balloon and air service bureau of the United States army, here on an inspection tour, presented win ners of the balloon race for distance held recently at Fort Omaha, with .a silver loving cup and numerous other prices yesterday at the fort. ' The prizes, the sifts of the Omaha Chamber of Commerce, the board of governors of the Ak-Sar-Ben and the Youll like 15050) ASK YOUR DEALER PHOTOM.AT8. MUSE JS It ' rex 4wf C. , B. Brown Jewelry Co., were awarded as follows: Balloon No. 2, the "All America," a silver loving cup; Lt. R. E. Thompson and Lt. J. B. Jordan, officers of the winning balloon, a gold watch each; other participants, four in number, silver cigaret cases. LtCol. Jacob W. S. Wuest, com-l manding officer at Fort Omaha pre sided. Representatives of the Cham ber of CommerceTTieaded by Randall K. Brown, and the Ak-Sar-Ben board of governors, were present. Colonel VVuest's entire staff took pa,rt in the ceremony. The "All America." the winning balloon, lanced at VVilocena, Wis., nine miles south of Portage, Wis., Monday afternoon, after traveling 409 miles. Officers of the two trail ing balloons, the "United States" and the "Victory," who were award ed cigaret cases, are: Capt. A. C. Mc Kinley, Lt. J. T. Neeley, Lt. W. E. Huffman and Lt. W. E. Conley. The former landed at Rowley, la., after sailing 224 miles, and the latter at Greene, la., after traveling 196 miles. Funeral Services Held for Veteran of Civil War Funeral services for John Hiram Huse, 83 years old, who died Mon day at his home, 518 South Twen tieth street, were held yesterday afternoon at Dodder's chapel. Twenty-third and Cuming street. The body will be taken to Rewey, Wis. Mr. Huse served in the civil war for three years. He had lived in- Omaha over 20 years. He is survived by two daughters, Mrs. E. O. Rogers of Los Angeles, Cal., and Miss Eugene Huse of Omaha, and two sons, Dave and George, both of j him THE WOMAN IN BLACK By EDMUND CLERIHEW BENTLEY Omaha. Detective Murphy Better i Detective Frank Murphy, who was shot last week by highwaymen, is reocrted slightly better today at the fxrd Lister, hospital. His con dition, however, is still serious. MARY PICKFORD in "Behind the Scenes" Sh. could hav. the success she had strufgled and fought for, or aha could hav lova. Sha "Couldn't taka both; it waa ana or the other. Coma to see the picture and decide whether she I'id right in rejecting Many Clean Amusments BATHING DANCING-RIDES THRILLS PICNIC GROUNDS FREE-iVERY DAY the THREE VALDANOS In Their Sensational Flying Aeroplane and Perch Novelty. Copyright. 1MI, CHAPTER XXIX. Eruption. JThe following two months were a period in Trent's life that he has never since remembered without shuddering. He met Mrs. Mander son half a dozen times, and each tim her cool friendliness, a nicely calculated mean between flitre ac quaintance and the first stage of intimacy, baffled and maddened him. At the opera he -had found" her, to his further amazement, with a cer tain Mrs. Wallace, a frisky matron whom he had known from child hood. Mrs. Mandcrson, it appeared, on her return from Italy, had some how wandered into circles to which he belonged by nurture and dispo sition. It came, she said, of her having pitched her tend in their hunting-grounds; several of his friends were near neighbors. He had a dim but horrid recollec tion of having been on that occasion unlike himself, ill at ease, burning in the face, talking with idiot loauacity of his adventures in the Baltic provinces, and finding from time to time that he was addressing himself exclusively to Mr. Wallace. The other lady, when he joined them, had completely lost the slight appearaifee of agitation with which she had stopped him in the vesti bule. She had spoken pleasantly to of her travels, of her settle- LAST TIMES TODAY Eight Whilwlndi., Snow and Slgworth. Leslie and Mcndy, Lamey and Pearson. Photoplay: Francli X. Buihmi.n In "God's Outlaw." Fat ty Arbuckle Comedy. The Money U Corral" Sterrin WILLIAM BASE BALL ROURKE PARK DES MOINES vs. OMAHA JULY 22-23-24 Camel called at 3:30 p. m. Box seats on sala at Barkalow Bros. Cigar Store, 16th and Farnam Sts. PHOTOPLAYS. .Sane! I ATUDAD 24th and m I n Im w m Today and Thursday IUM MUUKt in "ONE OF THE FINEST." Lothrop Dorothy Dalton in "The Home Breaker" Fatty Arbuckle in "A Desert Hero" ment in London and of people whom they both knew. During the last halt of the opera, which he had stayed in the box to hear, he had been conscious of noth ing, as he sat behind them, but the angle of her cheek and the mass of her hair, the lines of her shouldei and arm, her hand upon the cushion. The black hair had seemed at last a forest, immeasurable, pathless and enchanted, luring him to a fatal ad venture. At the end he had been pale and subdued, parting with them rather formally. The next time he saw her it was at a country house where bothvere guests and the subsequent times, he had had himself in hand. He had matched her manner and had ac quitted himself, he thought, decently, considering . . . considering that he lived in an agony of be wilderment and remorse and long ing. He could make nothing, abso lutely nothing, of her attitude. That she had read his manuscript, and understod the suspicion indicated in his last question to her at White Gables, was beyond the possibility of doubt. Thjn how could she treat him thus amiably and frankly, as she treated all the world of men who had done her no injury? tor it had become clear to his in by the Century company, her on the following afternoon, he made no attempt to excuse- himself. This was a formal challenge. While she celebrated the rites of tea, and for some little timelhere after, she joined with such natural ease iu his slightly fevered conver sation on matters of the day that he began to hope she had changed what he could not doubt had been- her resolve, to corner him and speak to him gravely. She was to all ap pearances careless now, smiling so that he recalled, not for the first time since that night at the opera, what was written long ago of a princess of Brunswick: "Her mouth has 10.000 charms that touch the soul." She made a tour of the beau tiful room where she had received him, singling out this treasure or that from the spoils of a hundred bric-a-brac shops, laughing over her quests, discoveries and bargainings. And when he asked, if she wouid delight him again with a favorite piece of his which he had heard her piay at another house, she consented at once. She played with a perfection of execution and feeling that moved him now as it had moved hint before. "You are a musician born," he said quietly when she had finished, and the last tremor of the music had passed away. "I knew that before I first heard you play." "I have played a great deal ever. since I can remember. ' It has been a great comfort to me," she said sim ply, and half-turned to him smiing. "When did you first detect music in me? Oh, of course! I was at the opera. But that wouldn't prove much, would it? "No." he said, abstractedly, sense still busy with the music that had just ended. "I think I knew it the first time I saw you," Then understanding of his own words came to him, and turned him rigid. For the first time the past had been invoked. There was a short silence. Mrs. Manderson looked at Trent, then hastily looked away. Color1 began to rise in her cheeks, and she pursed her lips as if for whistling. Then with a defiant gesture of the shoul ders which he remembered, she rose suddenly from the piano and placed herself in a chair opposite to him. "That speech of yours will do as well as anything," she began slowly, looking at the point of her shoe, "to bring us to what I wanted to say. I asked you here today on purpose, Mr. Trent, because I couldn't bear it any longer. Ever since the day you left me at White Gables I have been saying to my- his any shade of differentiation in her outwafd manner, that an injury had been done, and that she had felt it. Several times, on the rare and brief occasions when they had talked apart, he had warning from the same sense that she was approaching this subject; and each time he had turned the conversation with the ingenuity born of fear. Two resolutions he made. The first was that when he had completed a commissioned work which tied him to London he would go away, and stay away. The strain was too great. He no longer burned to know the truth; he wanted noth ing to confirm his fixed internal con viction by faith, that he had blun dered, that he had misread the situ ation, misinterpreted her tears, writ ten himself down a slanderous fool. He speculated no more on Mar lowe's motive in the killing of Man derson. Mr. Cupples returned to London, and Trent asked him noth ing. He knew now that he had been right in those words Trent remembered them for the emphasrs with which they were spoken "So long as she considered herself bound to him ... no power on earth could have persuaded her." He met Mrs. Manderson at dinner at her uncle's large and tomb-like house in Bloomsbury, and there he conversed most of the evening with a profes sor of archaeology from Berlin. His other resolution was that he would not be with her alone. But when, a few days after, she wrote asking him to come and see tuitive sense, for all the absence of I self that it didn't matter what you V', 1W I II II Ml I F I - - ' ' ' ' . ' ' ' I I 1 TOLW To SATURDAY r OA slory of Riches dndRdfSs lidl kind of dn appealing slory ikal carries you far awtyhm lliejiol summer Umperalure. . thoueht of me in that affair: that you were certainly not the kind ot inan.to speak to others of what you belreved about me, after what you had told me of your reasons for suppressing your manuscript. 1 asked myself how it could matter But all the time, of course, I knew it did matter. It mattered horribly. Because .what you thought was not true." She raised her eyes and met his gaze calmly. Trent, with a com pletely expressionless face, returned her look. "Since I began to know you," he said, "I have ceased to think it." "Thank you," said Mrs. Mander son; and blushed suddenly and deeply. Then, playing with a glove, she added: "But I want you to knew what was true." "I did not know if I should ever see you again," she went on in a lower voice, "but I felt that if I did 1 must speak to you about this. I thought it would not be hard to do so, because you seemed to me an understanding person, and besides, a woman who has been married isn't expected to have the, same sort of difficulty as a young girl in speak ing about such things when it is necessa-y. And then we did meet again, ind I discovxered that it was very d fticult indeed. You made it difficult." "How?" he asked quietly. "I don't know" said the lady. "But yes I do know.. It was just be cause you treated me exactly as if you had never thought or imagined anything of that sort about me. I had always supposed that if I saw you again you wouia turn on nje that hard, horrible sort of look you had when you asked me that last question do you remember? at White Gables. Instead of that you were just like any other acquaint ance. You were just" she hesitat ed and spread her hands "nice. You know. After that first time at the opera when I spoke to you I went home positively wondering if you had really recognized me. I mean, I thought you might have recog nizecTmy face without remembering who lKwas. A short laugh broke from Trent in spite of himself, but he said nothing. " ' She smiled deprecatingly. "WeHTI I couldn't remember if you had spoken my name; and I thought it might be so. But the next time, at the Wallaces', you did speak it, so I knew; and a dozen times during those few days I almost brought myself to tell you, but never quite. I began to feel that you wouldn't let me, that you would slip away from the subject" if I approached it. Wasn't I right? Tell me, please." He nodded. "But why?" He re mained silent. "Well," she said, "I will finish what I had to say, and then you wi!i tell me, I hope, why you had to make it so hard. When I began to understand that you wouldnn't let me talk of the matter to you, it made me more determined than ever. I suppose you didn't realize that I would insist on speaking even if you were quite discouraging. I dare say I couldn't have done it if I had been guilty, as you thought. You walked into my'parlor today, never thinking I should dare Well, now you see." Mrs. ManderorT had lost all her air of hesitancy. She had, as she was wont to say, talked herself en thusiastic, and in the ardor of her purpose to annihilate the misunder standing that had troubled her so long she felt herself mistress of the situation "I am going to tell you the story of the mistake you made," she con tinued, as Trent, his hands clasped betweetuhis knees, still looked at her enigmatically. "You wi4l have to believe Jt, Mr. Trent; it is o utterly true to Iife.with its confu sions and hidden things and cross purposes and perfectly natural mis takes that nobody thinks twice about taking for facts. Please understand that I don't blame you n the least, and never did, for jumping to the conclusion you did. You knew that I had no love for my husband, and you knew what that so often means. You knew before I., told you, I ex pect, that he had aken up an in jured attitude toward me; and I was silly enough to try and explain it away. I gave you the explana tionof it that I had given myself at first, before I realized the wrenched truth; I told you he was disappointed in me because I couldn't take a brilliant lead in so ciety. Well, that was true. He was so. But I could see you weren't convinced. You had guessed what it took me much longer to see, be cause I knew how irrational it was Yes; my husband was jealous of John Marlowe; you had divined that "Then I behaved like a fool when you let me see you had divined it; it was such a blow, you understand, when I had supposed all the humil iation and strain was at an end, and that his delusion had died with him You practically asked me if my hus band's secretary was not my lover. Mr. Trent I have to say it, because I want you to understand why I broke down and made a scene. You took that for a confession; you thought I was guilty of that, and I think you even thought I might be a party to the crime, that I had consented. . . . That did hurt mr, but perhaps you couldn't have thought anything elfee I don't know." Trent, who had not hitherto taken his eyes from her face, hung his head at the words. He did not raise it again as she continued. "But really it was simple shock and dis tress that made me give way, and the memory of all the misery thai mad suspicion had meant to me. And when I pulled myself together again you had gone." She rose and went to an escritoire beside the window, unlocked a drawer, and drew out a long, sealed envelope. (Continued Tomorrow. ) Council Differs On Selling of Liquor In Soft Drink Parlors "I don't believe that these soft drink .fellows can obtain hard liquor now," said-City Cffmrn'?;s'oner Urt, during city council meeting today. "You are moce optimistic on that matter than I am. I think they may be able to dig it up somewhere," re plied Mayor Smith. Difference of opinion developed during a discussion over a resolution, to deny to Theodore Buras a soft drink permit to operate at 4516 South Twenty-seventh street, on the grounds thatJohn O'Hara, former occupant of that address, had been convicted of violating the liquor laws. ' A soft drink permit was granted to the Ringle Fox Drug Co., 213 North Twenty-fifth street, against the recommendation of Mr. Ringer to deny the application. Bee Want Ads Produce Results. My HEART and My HUSBAND Adele Garrison's New Phase of Revelation v of a Wife The News That Allen Drake Told Lillian. I looked at Allen Drake with quick concern. "Is your news something that af fects Mrs. LTnderwood personally?' I -asked. "Very much," he answered lacon ically, and my resentment began to rise again at the offhand manner in which he had asked my aid and at the same time rebuffed my ap parently innocuous question. "Tell me," he said after an inter val of silence in which he appeared to be pondering some problem nbt worked out to his satisfaction, "is Mr. Savarin better?" "Decidedly," 1 resolved to be as laconic as he. "Physically and mentally?" "Mrs. Uri'dcrwood has only spoken of his physical condition." Madge Rebuffs Him. I caught the glint of an amused smile in Mr. Drake's eyes and was immediately on my guard, realizing that even while he was evidently carrying out some serious purpose in questioning me he was netting a good deal of quiet amusement out of the resentment which i had not been able to conceal, and which 1 believed he was deliberately trying to arouse. "Is he going back to the Catskills soon?" My lips shut tightly over the an swer that had almost left them at his question Lillian had told me but a few hours, ago that the artist would soon be able to go back to his beloved mountains with his de voted sister, Mrs. Cosgrove. And Mr. Drake's manner held so impera tive a touch that I had almost given him thd information. But I stop ped mylelf in time. "I am afraid you will have to go to Mrs. Underwood for that infor mation," I said coldly. "I am not familiar with Mr. Savarin's plans." "And if you were you would not tell them to me, commented Mr. Drake lazily. "A very proper spirit, my dear lady, one that reflects great credit upon your 'bringing up.' I suppose I really ought to beg your pardon for asking you, but on sec ond thought I don't belive I will, for whether you believe it or not my questions were not actuated by an idle desire to make you talk." His drawling voice with its touch of mockery made me furious not only because of his lazy, fun-making mental attitude toward me, but be cajse he had managed to put me un deniably in the wrong. I felt sud denly childish, realized that so able a man as Allen Drake must have some reason for his questioning lhat "-vas vitally important. I had realized it all the time, I acknowledged, with pitiless self scoring, but had allowed my wound ed vanity to blind me to everything else. Lillian's entrance with the coffee machine saved the situation (or me. I was conscious that my cheeks were burninsr. mv eves full of hu miliated wrath.and that I had no ords with which to reply to Mr. Drake's mocking insinuation. "Mr. UnderwoodIs " "Now we won't be but a minute or two," Lillian said lightly. "I hope you children haven't been quarelling while I've been gone." It wa's the veriest commonplace Lillian is apt to say things like that when her brainis busy with some question she is revolving but I felt the burning flush deepen in my cheeks and was absurdly grate ful "to Mr. Drake when he retorted as lightly: 1 "We've been positively turtle-dovish. Gee, but that coffee looks good! Show me how you make it." He had effectually diverted Lil lian's attention any appeal to her culinary lore is sure to do that, and he kept the conversation in that di rection until we had finished our coffee. Then, as if scorning any preliminaries, he learned forward and spoke earnestly: Mrs. Underwood, I have news for you. Mr. Underwood is alive, in fairly good health, and we have rea son to believe is on his way to America." (Continued Tomorrow.) Condition of Highways Condition of the principal high ways passing through Omaha as re ported to the Omaha Automobile club is as follows: Lincoln Highway, East Fair to good, heavy dust in some stretches. Lincoln Highway, West Fair to good to Kearney; air to North Platte, with some rough stuff; North Platte to CheyeiHie, fair toSuther land, fair to good to Cheyenne. O-L-D, West Rough around Ashland bridge; fair to good to Hastings, some rough stuff west. Louisville bridge way better between Omaha and Lincoln. White Pole, East Fair to gbod, some heavy dust. River to River, East Fair to good, with some rough going on west end. King of Trails, North Fair to good, dusty to Missouri Valley. King of Trails, South Fair to good, slightly rough around Platts mouth bridge, some roadwork has improved it. Okoboji Trail Fair to good, dusty. Good option via River to River to Minden, six miles east pick up O-C-O north through Hailmd and Manning to Lincoln Highway, west to Wrestside, and then through Wall Lake to Early and Storm Lake, picking up Spirit Lake airline again. Black Hills Trail, North Fair. Rutty and high centers around West Point, Pilger and Beemer. (Better way via Columbus and north on Me ridian Roard to Norfolk.) omahan hears of wife after long silence Returned Soldier Greeted by Letter From Wife After Thirteen Months' Serv- ice in France. To hear from his wife in far-away Russia after six years of silence was the reward of Louis Katz, 503S South Twenty-fifth street, after 13 months' service in the American expeditionary force in France. "For the first time I know I have a child," he said, at his home last evening. "My wife, she write nearly month ago and I receive letter when I get home "today. I have agiri Her name, Hyda. She six years old." Katz servedwith the 34th engi neers, seeing action on five fronts. He was wounded during the Ar-gonne-Meuse offensive November 6, while carrying ammunition by truck up to the first regular division near Sedan on the north side of the Meuse river. He was struck by shrapnel. When sent to a hospital at Dijon, France, he escaped after four days' treatment, declaring that he be longed at the front. He arrived with his unit in tinw to see the last shot fired in the region near Sedan. Katz is now a laborer at the Swift packing plant, SoutlitSide. Hi has made arrangements to have his wife and daughter come to the United States at once. They are living at Lublin, Russia. Katz was among the first selected men in November, 1917. He sailed for Liverpool on one of the first transports to cross the Atlantic, May 22, 1918, and landed in New York last week. He was ordered to Camp Dodgie, where he received his discharge Saturday. Government ofllciala In the Philip pines have Imported seed of a blight-proof coffee from Java In the hope of re-establishing an industry that once was highly profitable. Otia Sidensparker of Thomaston, Me., 91 years old and the oldest man in town, has Just finished split tins six and a half cords of fire wood at his door. MS" I: IB m : m i: i Nervous People who drink coffee I find themselves S much more com- E fbrtable when they I change their table jj E beverage to ? ? j: I INSTANT I POSTUMi Esaoiisun 19 Autocar Price Increase Next Week $2300 97-inch wheelbase $2400 120-inch wheelbase ON and after August. 1, 1919, the chassis price of the Autocar Motor Truck will be $2300 for the 97 -inch wheelbase and $2400 for the 120 -inch wheelbase. Orders placed before August 1, 1919, will be Accepted at the present price of $2050 for the 97-inch wheelbase chassis and $2150 for the 120 -inch wheelbase chassis. v In order to protect "our 7700 custo mers we must reserve the privilege of limiting the number of Autocars that we will sell at the present price to any one business house. THE AUTOCAR COMPANY, ARDMORE, PA ' Established 1897 ODEAMIITOW jo General Offices, 1415 Jackson St. Service Station, 2562 Leavenworth St. OM AM A. July 1, 1919