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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
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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"
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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.
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Today and Thursday
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"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
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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.
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POSTUMi
Esaoiisun
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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.
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' Established 1897
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