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SATCP.DAT, DU-lLABttt 1 PAGE 2C 1 3, IS CHAM ID on. pis 0' THE MARRY Arlayne Brown Tells How She Won Many Titles GO ROUND The St. Louis Post-Dispatch Daily Magazine I Oil, til 7iD sS I FAITH BALDWIN By Helen Rowland Vfto Wrote Hie Office Wife Tips for Eve "Spiritual lore" and "mental companionship" are becosir u. most as quaint as a sewing basket and as obsolete is jo: wedding. CHAPTER XXVII.

EARLY that morning she got up. The relentless mirror leered at her, she knew, glancing into it and away that all her care of the night before had availed her nothing. She was lined; her skin was dry and drawn; her eyes had looked on nightmare. It was only pride she was parting with and the senuous delight of her flesh, but it crucified her, nevertheless, and It would leave cars. Silence is radium.

No man likes to hear a foolish voiu chit, ter: bat he can stand eTen that better than the loqaacity of a brjirr woman being volubly "brilliant." A camel may never be able to pass through the eye of a need but many a woman will, after she has banted dowa tuffiderjT tt squeeze into this season's bathing-suits. Any man can make almost any woman his "slave." giving her all the money, attention and devotion she wants; most men don't care to pay that price for a "slave," these dar. In order to be prepared for all the changes in a modem rem love, a woman would hare to (figuratively) carry a sunshade, a na-coat, a fur wrap, an ice-bag and an electric fan. The girl who continuously drowns hef sorrows and trouble the cocktail glass at night. Is apt to find their ghosts staring at he- from the looking glass, some morning.

When a man buys a flivver, he doesn't expect it to tarn ir.o Rolls-Royce overnight: but he will cheerfully marry a highbrow eri butterfly, and expect her to turn into a grub, a cook, an Allce-iit-br-the-fire or a household appliance, the moment the clergyman pronounces the magic words over them. a iVr aew HP r-: f. L- JkJ moth ball to smithereens at a dls- sixth. In qualifying as expert, she tufm- moth ball to smithereens at a sixth. In qualifying as expert, she Lots of people appear to go into marriage, these dajs, riin iz determination to prove that It is a failure You can always have a radio or a motor-car sent ur on tral-but, you've got to take a husband on trust! (Copyright.

1930.) n.ce vi i. jarua. cue tiiuuia wu. ucat ner lurmer marx cy a.a points. stg i of 15 yards.

She shoots out beat her former mark by 15 points. turbing the candle. Spectators in competition was with marksmen. the candle. Spectators in competition was with marksmen if vVi 4g? She wrote, at her little desk: "I can't.

I'm too selfish. I want I have. I can't give it up. You'll be glad, I think. Don't try jnd see me please.

And don't write." She dared not say more. That night she went out with, a man she had met in the South un old man, suave and amiable. She got delicately drunk at a night ilub. and people said, smiling, "Where's Stoddard. I wonder?" He was alone, at home, the letter in ashes on his hearth.

He was saved he was free. He was ijlad. now. that he had made the gesture. He forgot trie hypocrisy, lie vanity of it that had sickened am the nigh: before.

Tomorrow ie would go to Charlotte. The slate iped clean. He would begin over igain. And. seeing her.

feeling himself humble as a little boy in her presence, feeling himself purged and cleansed, loving, rather, the nse of unworthinss that took him when he was near her. he told ler. because it seemed to him that was r.o danger now: "Dane is to be married again lid you know She stared at him, startled. Her yes were dark with sudden anger. She hated Stephen Dane.

She had no use for him beyond the checks Ue sent her for her comfort but lie had been hers, she had won Lira. He had ceased to love her, is she had bha. But now he some one else: "Stephen: Are you ins. iner SHE was in love -with Stoddard in love, genuinely, for the first time in her life. But now looked at him coldly as if he aad been a stranger.

Stoddard felt vaguely uncomfort-ible. Womenthere was no end ro their alterations, their bewildering flights of mood. No, I'm he ssaij. and touched her hand. "I know oine relatives of the girl.

She was in his office a a Miss Harkness." Charlotte flung back her head rind her white throat quivered with laughter. "Harkness Kve Harkness the secretary how how inexpressibly comic!" Stoddard looked at her, frowning. After all. although he couldn't i ell her so. Eve was his friend.

Or rather, he was hers. "What's so damned funny about it?" he asked, sharply. "But can't you see? Oh. I forgot you didn't know. They had bi-en seen together a lot.

I think he was crazy about her. I thought -o then. Of course. I had no actual proof. But it was she who gave me the divorce." "What do you mean exactly?" "Ha wouldn't give it.

you see." Charlotte explained, still shaken with that unpleasant laughter, "until I threatened him with her said I'd name her. And now well." said Charlotte sardonically. "I might Just as well have done so things look that way." Stoddard rose to his feet, his hand nervously fingering the little mustache. He looked very tall and very remote. Charlotte straightened up and looked at him.

"Don't say that I know Eve Harkness. She's an absolutely straight girL I don't know your ei-husband, thank God. but I do know her. and he's a damned lucky fellow. Get that?" She- got it.

She leaned back, paling a little. "Oh, of course if you take her part." He was out of love with her at that moment as lovers are so oft en. He looked at her from tinder narrowly lids; spoke brutally. "You probably threw them together. If I know anything on earth It's that Eve Harkness wouldn't look at married man.

She's too dsccntl" It ARLOTTE Quivered. Some- 1 where in that statement there was an arrow for her yet Stoddard wasn't married. "It's a wonder you didn't marry her yourself!" she flung out. "You seem completely insane about her." She'd never look at me," Stoddard told her. "I was dirt under her feet, that's all." He frowned, sick at heart- He never cared for Ev that way Just liked her.

admired her. And she tadn cad anything over for hint. -Cod knows. Suddenly hU blind eyes were open. She knew, of course.

Had always kn own What an ass he'd been not to realize that before! From a rather mild scorn of a good instrument, an instrument which had served her, Charlotte named into hatred of Eve Hark-ness; Eve, who had taken Stephen's discarded love; Eve, to whom the man Charlotte loved and wanted was "dirt under her feet." TVell. sh'd pay. thought Charlotte, her soul hideous with anger. "It's nothing to me whom hs marries or what she's been to him," she announced, in a controlled languor. -But I don't like you very much in this mood.

You'd better go." She did not think he would take her at her word. Not long ago he had held her. kissed her. This waj the first time she'd seen him since there was much unspoken between them. She'd dressed for this portentous encounter with hands that trembled with eagerness, so anxious she was to appear more beautiful than her rather commonplace prettlness bad ever permitted.

And she was beautiful. Happiness had been her godmother, tonight. She had thought on, what had she not thought? And now she was sending him from her er fce'd not go. He'd ask her to forgive him. kiss her again worship fcer with bis estranged eyes.

He went slamming the door. And flinging back over his shoulder, sulky as a schoolboy: "If you want to see me again, you can send for me." Charlotte sat alone in the drawing room of Helene Carter's apartment. Helens would be in, presently, in a clatter of cigarette cases and vanity boxes. She'd ask. "Well, have a nice evening?" and laugh Alone.

Eve Harkness' fault. Well. Eve would pay for it. Stoddard had said that if Charlotte wished to see him again she could send for him. But she did not.

She was too spoiled a woman to drop all masks, overthrow the mental and emotional habits of a lifetime, make herself over completely, all in a few months. So she did not send, and was perfectly miserable, and so was he. But Char- ioue misery sobbed in her voice and lent glamour and poignancy to the songs she still sang at more and more regular intervals over the radio. More and more people be gan sending postals demanding that Miss Field sing for them oftencr. longer programs.

Manners of WMQ was very pleased with her. Not a particularly susceptible man. he nevertheless fell for her like a ton of bricks, as he elegantly put it, and took her out occasionally to lunch or dinner, and managed in the softness of his heart to give her a good deal of publicity. Bedford, readying the papers, was amused. One or two of them men tioned Charlotte's married name.

nd Bedford could see through a stone wall as well as most men. He tuned in on her program, one eve ning, when he had guests, and was pleasantly surprised to hear the liquid velvet quality of the voice which floated out into the smoke-filled library. Everyone talked during the number, of course. There was poker in the library, bridge in the drawing room. One of the women who was dummy trailed in.

a fat. comfortable-looking person in a gown cut far too Her nams was Mrs. Jarvis. She had only met Thorpe Bedford recently, and she was Impressed with him and hl3 house and with herself for cleverly angling for an invitation for her and her husband and getting it. Bedford could do a lot for Mac Jarvis, If he wanted to.

The announcer's veics came filtering through the smoke. Mrs. Jarvis gave an enthusiastic if slightly throaty screech. "Charlotte Field Charlotte Dane she Is. really! How thrilling: One hears her everywhere now on the air." Bedford aaked.

a uh passed him aad ent to peer into the load speaker. round eyed, as if she could see Charlotte there: "What is her husband's name?" "Stephen. She's divorced." answered Mrs. Jarvis. "A stick of a man if ever there was one.

There's a rumor around town that he's marrying his stenographer. or something. "I'm interested." remarked Bedford, smoothly, "because his stenographer his ex-secretary, by the HEALTH Brief articlet prepared ly wpra Edited By Ir. lago Jor the Ketc York Acadeir. of Hciicine.

Pyorrhea. THE term "Pyorrhea" tterai means running pus, which, is-leed. is one of the character tics of the disease. Pyorrhea alas known as F.iggs' disease, as one of the most common diseasA of the mouth found in mlddle-ar persons. Pyorrhea is a diseased usually the result of a number af unhealthy conditlors, rat's er tbi: specific disease like meas.

Fs this reason there is no air-gie remedy for pyorrhea. Pyorrhea affects the i t-e disease progresses, tie aad the bones of the Ja mar income affected. The diseased condition ef gums may be caused ty tad ir.e:' hygiene, repeated injury of gums, bad dental work, demand irregular teeth, or systexais diseases Pyorrhea often is four.d 1 suffering from diabets. scurry- chronic debilitating er.s-.5--poisoning and mercurial usually affect the gums and the sufferer to pyorrhea. Of these causes, chronic tion probably ls the most ccn.cc The disease itself is chronic is progress that is.

rr--" develops in small area, not i quently about unfilled or cir? teeth. If these small ara neglected, the disease may involve all ths teeth. To guard against developae pyorrhea, one should observe dental hygiene, involving the of an appropriate tooth brc simple non-irritating tooth or powder, dental mouth wash. A periodic visit to the der.ti far in safeguarding one pyorrhea, Stuffei Cucumber S-tUi- Cut small cucumbers lea in half and hollow them a filling -hrTvA erv. cborr green pepper and chopped and bind together with aresssn.

rill trie 0 cucumbers and place each strina rtt rA nlmnt ar.a of Baorika. More Krrrh Artful may be served se-parate'r- A 1 kW 3 ov By MARGUERITE MARTXX. AMONG local women sports champions, Arlayne Brown is our little shooting star. Only 13 j-ears of age. there isn't anything that ever has been done with a pistol and target which she cannot do.

The world's champion rifle and revolver shot, A. H. Hardy of Beverly Hills, California, taught her all his fancy shots and she responded by beating him at his own game. That is. where he stands 1 5.

feet from his target, she stands 15 yards, and performs the same feats. She can hit the bull's eye shooting backward over her shoulder, getting her bead by means of a small mirror held in her left hand. She rings the bell repeatedly in rapid fire holding her revolver tsp-side down. She splits a small piece of cardboard from side to side aiming at Its upright edge. She smashes a piece of chalk or a way happens to be my stepdaughter." NO.

THOUGHT Mrs. Jarvis, in a panic he isn't likely to do anything, for Mac now. She remembered suddenly where she had seen Stephen and the girl and with whom. Bedford, at their table. She hnd wondered at the time.

She said, hastily: "I didn't know how what a coincidence. I saw him with his his fiancee one evening, at Jean-Louis'. A lovely looking girl, we all thought. I do hope they'll be happy." She was thinking furiously with Bedford back of her all that money they couldn't very weU help it. could they? She went on.

"Of course. Charlotte wasn't sutKl to him at all "Why not?" asked Bedford, concealing his own knowledge of Stephen. -He motioned the insignificant woman to a chair next his bwn it was an arrogant, an entirely rude gesture. But Mrs. Jarvis didn't notice.

She weuid rot have minded had she done so. She was that kind of a woman, and he was Thorpe Bedford. She sat down and smoked in an amateur and nr.allurtng fashion. Charlotte went on singing, meantime, unconscious of backstairs commentaries, "Weil, of course. I try not to Judge." Mrs.

Jarvis said, kindly "They are r.ics people th Danes But Charlotte wraa fond of a good time and inclined to tn extravagant. Stephen wisnt a moneymaker, and he is a very quiet man met him, of course." For her esgerress, had a brusfj'je vt. 1 ui I. heavily and waited for her to go on. 7 YR- fi'l 1 'I It I li lla.

All t- ocrvu- riifcfcoK. distance the flame of candle without disturbing saw her do all these tricks at the Outdoor Life Show in the Arena last spring. And she is a straight shooter in more senses than one, for while trick shooters in stage or exhibition work are known to resort to shells filled with small shot or coarse sand. Arlayne never has laid eyes upon a "scatter bullet," never has had a trick gun in her hands. Ordinarily she uses a Colt .38 caliber revolver though she does en-Joy the kick and roar of a .45 occasionally.

It is a standard army officer's weapon with 6-inch barrel and three and a half pound trigger pulL Winning medals and championship in straight marksmanship is just nothing in Arlayne's young life any more. The front of the small waistcoat which she wears with a manly little shooting suit of riding breeches, boots and sombrero, is so covered with medals she will have to grow larger before she finds room for more. She came home from the annual meet of the National Rifle and Revolver Association at Camp Perry. O- the other day with two additional medals and several cash prizes. IN this meet she competed with the best shots in the country for the national individual championship.

There were 200 entries, mostly soldiers, sailors and marines, no other woman or child competing, and Arlayne finished tn twenty-third place. In a rapid-fire match, consisting of five shots in 10 seeoDds for a total of 20 shots, she beat 140 entrants, finishing "She was forever buying things, running around. And he wasn't a mixer. Just a case of not being suited. I suppose." concluded Mrs.

Jarvis, almost burstingt Tomorrow do you think, my dear Dane is marrying into the Bedford family!" would be the burden of her song. Bedford had found out what he wanted to know, which was that the much-advertised radio girl was Eve's predecessor. He turned from Mrs. Jarvis. and she drifted back to the clamoring bridge table, feeling very important-Stephen and Eve were married early in Jane in Port Chester.

Mrs. Bedford motored out with them. She had seen them together several times, dating from the family dinner she gave them. She and Stephen were in a position of armed neutrality. He did not attract her at all.

and as all her likings were based on attractions, she did not like him. As for him. he admitted to himself that she was, perhaps, ths most beautiful woman he bad ever seen. But he hated to think sf her as Eve's mother. There was an aura about her that disturbed him.

He could not put a name to It, but It was there. Bedford, who had ways of fiad-Ing out things, had dropped into the offices of the aluminum company, of he was a director and a large stockholder, and had interviewed the unsuspecting Stephen, It was easy to find out when and where. And hs drove up to th place at the appointed time and proceeded, to his own sardonic amusement, to shake hands with the wsman who had been his wife and to congratulate Stepren ajtd Eve. (Contlnnetl Monday). HSTrttit.

lSOO.t of at 8 of a a Ths first time Arlayne ever shot the police force at their Centrak District range when she qualified as expert, exceeding the expert mark by 10 points. In her first competitive match, three months after the first time she ever had a gun In her hand, she won her first medal That was the annual Missouri State rifle and pistol matches at Columbia last year. Here she made the only perfect score of the meet, shocting 50 out of a possible 50. Competing against crack marksmen of the Kansas City and St. Louis police forces, she finished third at this meet.

In a class by herself, no other tyros coming near her record, they awarded her a special medal struck In her honor. This year's national meet was the second she has participated in. Last year she won the souvenir medal which was competed for, making a score of 9 out of a possible 100. At the Ohio State meet at Toledo last year she finished fourth In all events and would have won the rapid-fire championship but for the moving target with which she was unfamiliar. She hit what would have been the bull's eye a split second too late.

For this remarkable showing they awarded her a duplicate the championship medal. Always she competes as an adult. Never has she taken part in a Junior match. In two national postal matches in which contestants all over the country send in their officially scored records by mail, she finished second. Altogether her collection of trophies includes three gold, five silver and 14 medals of lesser awards besides numerous eups and ether prizes.

INFANT prodigy she undoubtedly is. yet there seems to be nothing abnormal about the little girl. Her development, though rapid, has followed no unnatural course. She is the only child of Mr. and Mrs.

Clyde Brown. 4822 Penrose street and has Just entered upon her second term at Beaumont High School. For years her father had practiced marksmanship on an improvised range in the back yard and always Arlayne had been interested in his progress. She would stand by. keep scores and reload his guns for him while her father wished she were son that she might Join him In his sport.

One day about a year and a half ago It occurred to him that even a girl might be a better companion than none so he placed gun la Arlayne's hands and bade her try her luck. "Oh. no." she screamed, terrified, even bursting into tears. Then seeing her father mystified and disappointed that the idea of Joining in his favorite sport should have struck such terror to her heart, she dried her eyes and said she'd try. Well, she kit the bull's eye ths first shot and after that there was no stopping her.

Quickly she sue-cum bed to ths fascination of "holding 'em and squeezing 'em." and waea after a UtUs caching and mors practice, ths first target she ver shot recorded a scors of 5 out of a possible lea. father aad eaughter round themselves changing places, ha dsing ths reloading whils sh did the shooting. la their new house a shooting gallery with a 13-yard range and electrically Ugh ted target has been rigged tap In th basement where DAILY STORY FOR CHILDREN By Mary Graham Bonner. The Word's Story. JOHN and Peggy had been introduced to the word Welcome.

It was the first time they had ever met a word out of a book, and it was indeed an unusual experience. Welcome looked quite large outside of a book. And he looked ever so generous and pleasant and nice. He had refreshments for them, and as they sat and ate he told bis story. "Your friend, the Little Black Clock." he began, "has magic so he can turn the time backward or forward." "This time he nas turned it backward.

"Everything looks as though be had. Peggy said. "And I like it," she added politely. She meant what she said, too. There was something so interesting about the world when the time was turned back.

"Yes." continued the word Welcome, "he turned it back to the twelfth century that's quite a while back. And my name has been changed. "In fact it has just been changed, and I like the change ever so much. "It's a fine name, John said. "Of course for every day use I would Just as soon have my own, but I think it's a fine name all the same," "I'm glad to hear you say that, Welcome answered.

"Up to now." he continued, "my name was Welcome, But as I said before I like the change to Welcome. To be sure I'm pleased at knowing how my name began," So John asked Welcome to tell them, all about it-Welcome smiled broadly and went on talking. "Before I was called Welcome they used to speak of me as Wil-cuma and that meant that I was one who came along because of the wish or wiU to come. I didn't have to be forced to come, and so any one about to receivs as a guest knew I had come because I wanted to do so. aad of course that would always please any host of mine.

"But now that I'm called Welcome, it's nicer somehow. It means that I want to go a-visiting' aad that I am wanted too," presented her with tooled leather holsters. Another mors workmanlike one sh bought herself. A hand-engraved revolver is ths gift of the best known manufacturer fire arms. Asked if she observed any special regime of training, diet, exercises, which might account for her marvelous co-ordination of hand aad eye, she replied.

"No. I practice about half an hour every eve-Ring, about 39 shots, usver until I get tired. I a rink coffee and sleep on my arm and do all the othr things th-y say you shouldn't. Mostly it is Just a matter of holding 'em aad squeezing eaa. of an evening under her proud father's tuition, she practices perfecting form and accuracy.

a A WELL developed girt she is physically, ranking first in posture in her class at school, though shooting, they say has made no difference in her physique. "She has always stood like that." her mother says. Well poised, cool headed, but not cold-blooded, she never has shot a living thing and never will from motives of sport, she says. A pistol is not a toy to be handled carelessly but with all Its safety features I don't see how you could have an accident unless you dropped it on its hammer. I've never had an accident, she said.

She likes school and the usual diversions of a girl her age. to which she adds a fondness for card playing. She does not like housework. "She will help me when I set her some special task. said her mother.

"Occasionally she will attack the mending basket without being told, but very seldom does Arlayne surprise me by doing something around the house unasked. A normal feminine being, I should say, yet there are added qualities due to the unusual contacts and associations which have come Into her life which make for a difference. A large scrap book of clippings from newspapers all over the country, all about herself Ls not the usual possession of a 13-year-old girL It contains among other mementoes an autographed picture and letter -from Bill Hart. The same from E. A.

Brinstool, the writer of Western tales. Another from Capt, Hardy, a photograph of herself with Jack Dempwy. Another with Camera. Another of herself being crowned Princess Eagle Eye by Chief Sweet Grass cf the Sioux tribe. It was remarkable that her chief interest in the scrap book as we scanned it for printed evidence of her record was la seeing that statements noted 'ir and accurate.

When reporters grow rapturous and attribute to fcer feats that are beyond belief, she is Quick to denounce and disclaim them. shoot around cor-Iners liks they he said scornfully. "And I can't shoot from th hip. Not yet. I've never tried it.

And. o-o. I'd b-e afraid." she shuddered as ah poised a revolver at her side. "Often I have a run of bad luck. too.

which ths reporters never say anything And Instead of a collection oft dolls or story books or party dresses Arlayne shows you. is a collection of revolvers and holsters. Tares admiring sportsmen Jaave.