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"I Loved Her In Shanghai" By John Richard Finch NARRATIVE OF A MANS OBSESSION FOR A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN WHOM HE HAD NEVER MET. BUT FOLLOWED AROUND THE WORLD. Colombo; at Shepheards in Cairo, ind arrived in Naples less than two hours after they had left. Always just a few days o- hours behind them at every port on three continents! I wired my company and Eric Wells in Shanghai from Singapore and again from Port Said. I finally overtook them in Florence. At the hotel I found her brother and Introduced myself. I don't remember a word I said to him, but I can recall an amused light in his eyes. He told me his sister, Valorie, had gone to the shops at the Pont Vecceho, and I hurried, ran most of the way, to the quaint arched bridge of the famous city. I spied her just as I had in Shanghai, gazing into a shop window. This time I had no idea what was displayed there. I walked a little unsteadily up to her, more than a little out of breath from my haste, and spoke ' her name. I think my voice trembled a little. "Miss Blane, I I you." I stammered. She turned and looked at me with those beautiful hazel eyes. At first a little startled, then recognition, and finally ainuso-ment was mirrored on her lovely face. "1 I," I began again. .'You have come all the way trom Shanghai to tell a woman that you have never even met that you're hopelessly in love with her and beg of her to marry you." she said. Once, when I had taken my eyes from her for a few moments to see the finish of one of the races, I looked back to find her eyes on me. She turned away quickly. I racked my brain for an ex cuse to speak to her. Perhaps 1 could make the acquaintance of her escort and through him learn ' who she was. The fool didn't seem to be paying much attention to her. I began to plot. I was saved the trouble, however, when spied Eric Wells, whom I knew intimately, approach them and smilingly shake the hand of the, young man. I saw him being presented to the girl. My opportunity! Fate had given me a chance I rose and started toward them When I caught sight of them again I saw they were about to leave. Dismayed, I pushed my way through the crowd. Wells was shaking hands and saying good-bye. I reached his side just as they were moving away. 'Wells", 1 cried, grasping his arm, "who is that girl ?" He looked at me and smiled. "Hello, Jack. Lovely, isn't she," he said. "Her name is Valorie Blane. That's her brother Allen with her. Had lunch with him today, but just met his sister. She preceded him by two weeks to Shanghai. He was held up by some deal in Tokyo. They're sailing tonight on a French steamer for Saigon." I groaned I think 1 was hopelessly in love with her from the first moment I saw her. I was mad about her at that moment. Wells told me they were at the Cathay. He gave me a note of introduction to Allen Blane, and I went directly to the hotel (at least almost directly, stopping but a moment at the club for a drink), only to learn that they had left for the steamer Porthos of the Messageries Mari-times Line. The ship was sailing within the hour and was berthed at Yangtzepoo. GRABBING another taxi, 1 sped down The Bund and over the Garden Bridge toward the docks. Rickshaws, coolie-pulled carts, water and burden bearers the night mobs, shouting, laugh ing. jabbering, and perspiring thronged the streets. I fumed at each traffic delay. It seemed hours Road, Contemplating a Huge limbroidcred Dragon Thai Sprawled , Feasting Upon Its Lustrous Loveliness. Shop Window on Bubbling Well the Back of a Silk Mandarin Jacket, bugs were all over the place Some of them were even baked In the bread. The dank odor of rotting coconut shell prevailed about the whole ship. Scrofulous, sweaty, half-naked humanity, yellow and brown, occupied the forward and after decks, spitting, , coughing, bathing, cooking, smoking opium, and engaging in casual sex relations. At any other time 1 would have crabbed constantly about the accommodations and probably exhausted my rather largo vocabulary of profanity, but, looking bnck at the trip now, It seems that 1 wits floating on air aboard a magic carpet. WIS ion tod Capo Saint Jac-qut'S in the evening and to my great annoyance I learned that we had to anchor outside, unable to get up the Saigon River to the city until morning. My Impatience knew no bounds. It was nearly ten o'clock the following dny when we finally Med up at the quay. I went at once to the hotel. A premonition told me 1 was too late even before I entered the lobby. They had left two days before for Bangkok, the clerk told me. There was nothing I could do but to follow, and off I went to Bangkok. I missed them at the Phya Thay Palace in the Sinmcse capital, at the Rallies Hotel In Singapore; at the Guile Face in a good G d . 1 was so nuts about Valorie Blanc that nothing else mattered "Why don't you run down -o Saigon. They're on a leisurely trip around the world and are going to visit the ruins of Ankor. You'll catch them at the Continental Hotel In Saigon," Wells said "Sometimes I think you're the nuttiest bird I ever knew. You might just as well go after her You won't be any good to your-self or anybody else 'til you do, if I know anything about you." I knew he was right . "I suppose I could take a short leave. I will! I'll leave on the first boat. Wells, I'm going to hold that girl In my arms if it's the last thing I ever do In this world." I told him. The Idiot threw a pillow at me. turned over and went hack to , sleop. I found 1 could not get anothci steamer direct to Indo-Chlna for a fortnight, but by taking a cottstci to Hongkong and transshipping there, I could be in Saigon in eight days. Two days later I sailed. Of all the lousy ships I've been aboard on the China coast, the Ping Tang, which took me from Hongkong to Saigon, was the worst. The food was impossible, the stateroom (if It could be called a stateroom) I had was little more than a hole in the wall and hotter than Hades, and copra IT was In Shanghai that I first saw her. She was standing in front of a shop window on Bubbling Well Road contemplating a huge embroidered dragon that sprawled over the back of a silk mandarin jacket, feasting upon its lustrous loveliness. I' thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and, when our eyes met for a brief moment as she turned toward the street, an indescribable sensation crept over me a feeling that I knew this girl, yet I had never laid eyes on her until this moment. My rickshaw had passed into the shouting, perspiring, and milling throng and turned off into Thibet Road when I finally found my voice and shouted to the coolie to turn round, but when I arrived back at the spot where T had a seen her, she was gone. I couldn't get her out of my mind. I didn't want to. Her lovely face haunted me, and I found myself subconsciously searching Tor her, scrutinizing the face of every woman I passed on the street, in the hotels, clubs, or at the racetrack. Then one day I came face to face with her on the steps of the French Club. She was less than three feet from me, and I looked directly into her eyes, great misty hazel eyes that dissipated my ordered train of thought and left me gasping as inarticulate as a fish. She smiled. I made a desperate attempt to collect my scattered wits. I started to speak, but instead found myself mumbling an apology and the next thing I knew she was being whisked away in a taxi. I rushed into the club and grabbed the Chinese hall boy, the only person in sight. "What belong name missy just have gone?" I asked excitedly in pigeon. "My no savvy. Today first time look see. My think missy no b'long this side," and that was the end of that. No one at tha club knew her. I felt somehow, however, that I would see hei , again. IT was at the dog races at the Canidrome. She was with a strange young man whom I did not recognize. I took a seat as near to them as I could and spent most of the evening watching the girl Instead of the dog races. Eyes For By Paula Norton Hilda is a Beeing-Eye dog. So far we have heard her tell the story of her puppy days. Hilda came from a long line of exceed-ingly clever Shepherd dogs, and she was anxious to live up to the reputation of her distinguished family. Frank was her trainer in the school for Secing-Eye dogs, and after three months of "education" Hilda was ready to go out into the world to take her place as the eyes of the blind. Imagine her surprise when she was given over to a slip of a 16-ycar-old blind girl. The very first day of their meeting Hilda and Clare became the best of'lricnds Chapter 4 CLARE soon overcame her hesitant ways, and we were able to go out on the streets of the town In a very few days. Of course, Frank went along in back of us, just to see that Clare managed all right, but he seldom had to interfere I well remember the day I be- Don't be BALD! Don't give up! Faithful use of Glover's Mange Medicjnc and Glover'sMedicared Soap for the ihampoo helps ward off exec. sive Falling Hair and Dtndruff; promoter Clip health Start todar! Sold br all Druggists. Y'ur Bsrhtr CIIEirsWklatontha Hair anal Scalp-arrite GLOVER S, 468 Fourth Aieoue. N. Y. Citr COOK and HEAT Without Coal in Your Prearnt St(re J "-H Or WOO CI or Fumaca-HOTTER il-yy'- S?r? ma4 or Dirt Twlca trta Haat 0 acl at HaiF THE COST COOKS A MEAL FOR LESS Xnamasttw new trj oil tmrer wt.trbeiirtf and SS Of".' urraa hm'aarijr rtrf rottrri out h-rmathrar' talari antbout ptraritattaa or riomnr up. airr qtura intenae heal at IHI.r' ttr-T by t jrn trf tIt rat into any rttw, ranre or furuaoa. One offered free U) one prr-ort to earn inraft'r "ill derrioo-ra'e aril art a a.-ent H nte .luirk. firt to learn bo Man4 drudaery of mat and owd and maie it moner. (re or ful tune marl le welori ular to I tilted Fartonea L-lv Fartarr fW. Kara. Orr. Mo. The Dark" lieve it was Monday of the third week together when Clare asked Frank if there was a park in the town. You see, she had been having to stay indoors almost all the time since her blindness, and she was anxious to get outside. I WASN'T prepared for her words. Who would have been? Her voice was husky and resonant. I knew it would be like that. I don't think there was ever such a beautiful woman in the world. Her words struck me in the face, right between the eyes, and knocked me for a loop. Again I was as Inarticulate as a fish. 1 must have looked like one, too. "Eric wired me all about you, out it wasn't necessary. I knew you would come," she smiled. Now what would you do In a situation like that? I married the girl. Copyright, 196. One Clever Woman SHE LOST 20 POUNDS OF FAT Feci full of pep and possess th slender form you crave you can't If you listen to gosHlpers. To take off excess fat go lltfht on fatty meats, butter, cream and sugary sweets eat more fruit and vegetables. Take a half teaspoonful of Kruschcn Salts In a glass of hoi water every morning to eliminate excess waste ( tastes fine with Juice of half lemon added). Mrs. El ma Vcrllle of Havre do Grace, Md., writes: "I took off 20 lbs. my clothes fit mo fine now." No drastic cathartics no constipation but blissful dully bowel action when you take your little daily dose of Kruschon and follow our suggestions with respect to diet. Adv. is always ho uniformly I the food liuriget is low, . puekuge of Linton's ... . . hints Ionizer tive She Was Standing in Front of a Over before we reached Yangtzepoo. Lights from the steamers ports and the deck threw yellow fingers across the black shadows of the jetty. Fate seemed to be against me. They were drawing in the gangway. A blast of the whistle gave warning of denarturj. Thrusting a bill into the hands of the Chinese taxi driver, I ran to the ship's side. The passengers were lined along the rail. My eyes searched the faces for hers. Finally I saw her, but an icy chill of fear that I was going to lose her melted the glow her presence inspired. The ship was warping out from the dock. I began shouting madly and pointing to the note of introduction from Wells 1 was holding in my hand. There was neither rhyme nor. reason to a thing 1 a'hs doing, but I did. ii just the same. She saw me (how could anyone help it, I was acting like a maniac) and spoke to her brother A Sena flashed red. I still waited. I had learned I must be patient with a beginner. The lights finally changed again, and then Clare giggled "Oh, Hilda, I'm sorry, I forgot to say Forward didn't I? Forward!" Away we went, fairly rlyins; across the street. When we reached the othe curb, Clare was still laughing and people turned to. look at us I was proutl of my young mis tress. I could see the wonder and admiration In the faces of tht people. "Left." said Clare, and we were off down the block. From then on we had no difficulty, foi she re membered to give the commands We headed Into the park, and then I slowed down It was s lovely day. the wajks were filled with greedy white pigeons and shrieking children 1 found a very nice place In one of the lanes and stopped by an empty bench. I Just thought perhaps Clare would Ike to rest there awhile. She reached down to pet mt A'hen 1 stopped. Then she felt thi arm rest of the b?ncb and sat down I looked about me. Home of the people there stared at us but Clare didn't know that, and while I sat on the walk close against her knee, she talked to me. There were other dogs in the park, not my kind, so they stared at me just like the people looked who was standing beside her at the rail. She recognized me I don't know what or how she did. I wasn't even sure that she had ever given me even the slightest thought. Music of the ship's orchestr" floated out into the night. I suppose they both thought I was tight or perhaps just plain screwy Anyone could see that I was behaving like a hashish eater. Of course, they hadn't an inkling of who I was, what I wanted or was trying to say. She waved her hand, at least I had that to remember, and then was lost to view as the ship turned quickly in the stream with the swift current. I think I was nearer to panic at that moment than ever before In my life. I had lost her. SOUGHT nut Wells at his apartment on Avenue Joffre that same night and made a clean breast of it. I knew I'd be in for a lot of kidding, but I didn't give For Little Folks at Clare. 1 didn't mind, not at all. Let them look! One French bulldog across the walk got up and came over. She came pretty close, so I stood up . . I don't stand for other dogs getting too close when I'm with my mistress. The silly Frenchy said, "If you can get out of that harness, I'll race you to the pond down there," I looked down my long nose. Just then a spitz dog ambled up, all newly washed and fluffy. "I'd like to get In on this race, too," he said. The whole thing was veiy ridiculous to me. I was bored with their silly idea. Imagine me leaving Clare and racing a lot of stupid lap dogs to a fish pond ' It didn't make sense. "What's the matter?' said the spitz "Can't you get out of that straight Jacket you've got on?" That made me mad' My ears went back, and I tremb'od i Personally. I wontler- d hfw that bulldog could run as far as the pond with that short, snuffling nose of -ters. I . Suddenly, i wan hi noted, I -awned right in their faces. Vow. when s .Sht'irho: tl yatvia . . It is a sight to see Those poor stupids must have th night I was going to bite their hearts off, for thv Jttumblrd backwards and fell all over r-ar-h other Then, while I almost laughed nut loud, they ran off ears back and tails 1own A man sitting on a bench across the way said to me. "They were scared to d';ath sif you. weren't they''" And Clint haid him. She patted my h'-ad and ettood up. 'Forward " We went happily back the way we had come Our first day's outing alone was over We'd loth had a grand time When we got back to the Home, (he head lady was waiting for Clar. Sh had a bunch o' .a'ers In her hand, and she said Clare, the reports on your progress in the past few weeks have b:en excellent and we f'-el you will soon oe ready to go to your home." Clare was glad, and so was I. From now on. sh." was my charge completely, and! looked forward to the Journey, no matter how distant it might be. (Continued next week) YOU'RE A WONDER COME RIGHT 'N. T'S ALL KNOWING HELEN. DON'T MARIE, VE V HOW TO RELAX KNOW HOW YOU JUST THIS MINUTE WITH A GOOD CUP KEEP YOUR PEP WITH FINISHED HOUSE OF TEA-BETTER SO MUCH WORK CLEANING TRY SOME YOURSELF J KIND P.M. . I Found a Very Nice Place in One of the Lanes and Stopped by a Park Bench. I At JsJai" UaA I know I run alToril a (l rCC-J it is ho economical I knew where the park was. but naturally I had to wait for her to give me directions that was part of HER training. Frank explained which way she must go, and then we started out alone. When we came to the first busy street, I stopped for the traffic lights to change. I knew Clare felt happy that she was off on a Journey of her own choosing I could feel her lightness of heart in her step. While we waited, she said. "We go across this street, then left then four blocks, then right one block." The bell rang, the light changed, and still I waited Clare had forgotten to say "Forward." I couldn't go 'till she gavt the command. The rest of the people filet, across the street. Still we waited A woman came up to Clare and said. "Can't I help you across'' Clare was confused, and sht said "yes." Then to my relief ah quickly changed her mind. "No no. Hilda will Lake me when Iff right for us to go." The woman smiled and went away. The lights more good riiiH per pound. Men too, seem to enjoy their enp of Upton's belter. It must he licruiisn Upton's "nil teu qtiulity" gives the Htrenirth of flavor that men prefer. Whether it's for o pick-up after liouse-el'aiiiiii or for relaxution after an exeiting afternoon lrilge,irivcmeLiptoii'Bevery lime. YEllOW IAIEI ODANOE PEKOE 4 PEKOI AllO QUEEN JAPAN o PAGE SEVEN-B o o o

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