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SATURDAY, JANUARY 11, 1930. DAILY COURIER, CONNELLSVILLE. · A G E NINE. of MONEY BY ROY VlCKERS / II WHAT HAS GONB BEFORE. A LAN BRENNAWAY returns to New York after an absence ot ** «ev«n years in Mexico, where h« made a fortune. Going to th dingy hotel he started from, his thoughts flash to Shirley Dane, iowofy girl whom ha iovco. NOW GO OH WITH THE STORY. CHAPTER II. "K hud not been sentimental about Shirley. He did not, ·for instance, expect to find the (girl of twenty, all rose and white against the dark softness of the luxury she. loved. Reasonably. be aould expect nothing at ail, for bwhat news of, her ha hod received / had toM him nothing. | Sho had written to him only bnca, at her father's death, and jpfiven him no inkling of growth or change in her. He had many times seen adulation of her beauty, her tanergy, n«r grace, in the society columns. j On the other hand, sht had not worried, though twice there had been rumors of an important 'match. . . . x ) Alan put out hia cigarette. He found another tic, adjusted and tied it carelessly -- he had always been indifferent to his appearance ·f-her color was ebbing at his gray hair. She was pushing him into a chair, putting a cus«vn behind his back. finished dressing downstairs. There ami went .._.,, no nervousness in him 1 now, only a grunt longing to learn what, in seven years, oho had become; because her fate ·was hist her destiny would shape his own. He folfc no inclination to linger by tho table at which she hud .eft him seven yearg ago. The Felton had given him what he had asked of it--tho assurance that he had made good. He left it without a backward glance. "Park Avenue!" ho barked at a taxi-driver. "I don't remember the numbet. Drive to the north, side of Seventieth hear?" "You poor Alan, what down there? OJj, dear, I wiah I wasn't such a wretched correspondent 1 If I'd written to you, you would have written to me and toM mp what wa« happening. You might have written anyw»y, Alan." Alan pitched the cushion on t the floor. "It waa for you to give the sign." "Always proud and stern, Alan I" "With you, Shirley--yen." "I wonder why?" She would not have said that seven years, ago, because she would not have wondered why. His pulsr leaped at this first intriguing hint of a difference. Before he could probe it, the door opened to admit a servaant. The man was deft and silent, the china and silver were perfectly chosen, the trifles of food offered were neither commonplace nor too strange. While the footman was hovering and, presently, whea he street. Can yon "All right, sir, I'll slip along as aa I can.' * "Alan! again!" "Shirley Ho was It is good to see you standing in front of he released them again. her, holding the hands she had given him. Her welcoming laughter broke Into a little gasp rind he knew he was crashing her hands; 1 ' them--then c aught "Shirley--but, Shirley, you 16ok exactly the same! And it's seven lyears ago! You were just twt-nty." j "My dear Alan, is It manners to throw my ago in my teeth like thlst" j She drew away, but still he stared. It was so amazing thnt she should bo, physically, exactly as he 'remembered her. Her hair had still that queer, dull gleam that woe nearer silver than gold; her eyes wore still widely, deeply gray; nor skin was still a wonder of white and rose. Seven years had not, it would seem, touched her bod; at all. "What did you expect, you old ,Billy--a toothless old lady? People i don't change' nowadays until they , suddenly seem to be decrepit . . . ' Lot me look t\t you now; you have your back to the light. Your hair --surely to goodness it was dark 'when yon wont away, not fcdr? Alan! It's--it isn't fair, it's gray!" { Her horror waa sincere, so sincere that Alan found hinvielf 'chuckling; over it as he would have Ichuckloa seven years ago. Shirley ihad' always been passionately young. Her cyeit were darkening, had ten. 'one and (the was dispensing shirley made Alan talk He recognized without resentment that he was being drawn out; Shirley had always been skillful, in that direction. He found, as the "drawing-out" proceeded, that she had learned to listen intelligently. Seven years ago her own insistent vitality had precluded a real sympathy. A second little difference. . . . She was asking him about hia own affairs. "I've trot close to three millions out of it." "Splendid! Your own personal property?" "Yes--if you like to put it like that." "Of course I like to 1 Don't you i don't know. I've been handling big money for seven years, Shirley. Thousands--millions; in the aggregate. Figures have come to mean just -- figures; the kind you see on the dial of a storage battery A power house stores one kind of useful energy--the bank, stores another. Money's only, aftec all, the means to the «nd." "Yes, yes!" She can^ht him up qaickl. "I've come to see that, too. Money ia necessary but unimportant." "You've .learned that, Shirley?" His excitement was growing. That exquisite, flower-tinted face that seven years had not touched, that slim grace, that half-shy voice --there were nothing: behind their lovely immaturity, Shirley's spirit was KO longer immature. If only one could throw all consideration overboard and question her; question her closely, ruthlessly; explore her mind, her soul, as a conqueror explore* a surrendered land) Alan, you're simply scowling at me. You're still, I ( believe, dissatisfied because I've' k«pt time at' arm's length." "I want so_ intensely to know about you, Shirley. You give mo no hint aa to what has happened to you--the real you--in seven year*. Physically, not a l,air aeems to be changed. But bem-ath yoar perpetual youth you liave developed. Naturally, 1 want to kaow." , She made a little fsico at him. She seemed reluctant to gratify hisi curiosity, ' "Well, really -- wh«.-e did we, leave off, as the children sayTj It's rather difficult to summarize, mental processes, Won't you tell me instead - " "No, Shirley, I won't, We left oil in the Felton -- well, we left off with you at twenty telling ma that life was an adorable rag ..... j Those were your exact words, j . . . Of course, that passed. And 1 , then?" I She was looking a little bewil-. dered. i I "But I don't think it did. I still worship life -- the sensaton of liv-j ingr. It -- it intoxicatea me." ' She] leaned back in her chair, sighing- deeply. "I see no reason why If should ever gtop feeling like that;] it's my grande passion, my cult.) What you, I dare say, would call my rehgTbn." He was not yet conscious of his disappointment because he did not yet believe her. «! "Bat aurely - " V I "When I'ra swimming* or ricfingj or skiing, I -- I simply exUlt in the' movement of ray own body. 11 want nothing except the strength! to continue forever, . « . I'm a! pagan, Alan. I've discussed it with lots of peo'ple -- social workers, preachers, men of bit? affairs. They can*t convert me." c I He was silent for a moment, r \ "You would' have me believe! you haven't changed spiritually! either," h« said, then, f BjA that isnU so: in one or two things 'I've* felt a difference." i "Oh!" She inored a cushion) tharply, "My" experience hai wid-) aned, of course. When you Trent away, daddy was stii3 ( alrre, He ijave me a royal time, you will remember, and. himself, too. He believed in the very best of everything. He told me, verv early, how he managed to g«t it" ' "He nierety had to pay for It, I presume," said Alan dully. i I She moved thfe cushion again. j "What should you have placed' his income at?" she asked abruptly. Alan considered it. j "About fifty thousand i. year,' I should say. j Shirley laughed when Aisn esti-s mated her father's income ttt fifty! thousand a year. f "Hia actual income -- which 1 h ive inherited -- waa only fifteen, 1 she said. i "Good h e a v c n i ! D^on' mean -- T' j "No, he was solvent, atwnysJ But he could onJy rely on that fif- tcjn thousand. Tho margin -he m \de by speculating. H«i never had a crnsh, because he never fol-| lowed hw own judgment; he knew he waa too ignorant." .i j "Ho got--advice?" 'H "He knew all tbo right people,! entertained them, and they advised 1 hici. I didn't understand, until i! grew older, how easy it really is." "Sou don't do it?" j "My dear Alan, don't shout av me , . . No, I don't do It. IJ don't no fed to. He left me $20£,000| -- fifteen thousand a. year -- and 1 thar, with Aunt Marion's backing, ia ample for ma. I don't. go short, behave mo!" She sighed ana lanj;hed again. "But all the Rime, watched and noted. I've (To B« Contintt**) Tomorrow.) CoprrUU. 1»». tf fai VUtaa. hr Sin* ftU»t»t OimtUtlt. JM, THE OLD HOME TOWN f Stanley NOW ) WONOER VOHAT I SPOSE I STHOOV-O To WEAR GOLDEN '"ROUND-- / T / LONG; UMT/i_ u fou THE AT THE ce-N-n^At- HOTHL., HAS ?NOT REOUCSO HER DltSH , BUT SKE5 HAS REDUCeD THE: AS BLACK SHEEP'S GOLD by Beatrice Grimshaw llltutrations by Irwin Myern ty Co. ·TNTJ a»rrlo« FACTS TO ANSWER MILLION QUESTIONS Kvor new and isuver old, tho World Almanac for li)30 emitted bv K u b w t Hunt Iyninn. omos ugal \ to ont's ile^fc with thf Now- Year--and it is as UOiirUty woltxuntMi Thte i« tlve 45 an- muil issiu of the standard inference lKxk of Vrn«-r*ca H i» t-»ttot th.iu oven In it i ro tho frmUar t u u t - worthv r.'Jw* t fo table-* Hut Sti ) umtvs ol t ill) { s u i t 1 * 'it pi* ' tlw p i « - ;··» of ! it* I r IK-1 Slrttfo an i ail t h o n, *,£ ti) v w o t id in ,\!amU'u-a.unng, TraL»iKrtatlon, Mnance, Jii iiuposliis ai-rii C'ommoic-e and IK re toa is tho f u l l diary of tho j e u jy^y -- h'woiy In the making-- lts t.xsclnattng: bciwitUlc irof?rabs, atiiiiug a v i n t o t i I'tsit 1 -, hyrd s South Pole \ o u - luro uul th m a r v e l * of radio develop- jiu-iit Ono ftnd-j w h a t has lceii oc- coni!!Us,li«(i In th* entoiwnwiit o£ tho pnihlbiLlou law dm IUE; its HHH e a r . and t h e rlst^ .uul ci.ish of tho bull mar!f»t H %vili tell you (if tho 'World t o u i t tho i f»iwi aliens i-ettloinent, tho l v k - i i l K a i n i Hoaul ami th-^ N a v a l In ar n . u i K i i t I ontcuMit* 1 AU tltl* «b lu a. hfVHdi book ot JJO pages n hloh ono can koop within airm's roc oh--alwajs You may aak a iyilliou qMwvtions inid bo nstonlslio! and mad* happy to find how many wi|] be flit (Hi w i t h a us \ \ c i i hor-p^ 1C y.n uin'l t h i i k of that many qu-estions At o n t o the j o u n g s t r i s \\"111 h«lp a n d , bettor, can I P - t a u g h t to look tip (ho answci i t'Hjn'i'-elvo-s Tlw* Wi Id Alinnn .c puMishod 1 y the XeH i o i k "VVoi Id Qualttic* of Balaam Fir HO nl of i IIP bntsam ttr Is re In o O c i t , and belnp n]m Io« «, terv si'io.hlp for bnwa lutemied J pucklng fi jd uinlerials the curseiTexpenaeH Into tho bargain, and you want more I" "No," I shouted across the wind "No. I'm going off to tbe launch." * The' conversation, I thought, -was jrrowlngr too 'exacting; not mucU longer should I be abl« to keep up my «nd of It--and then, there ·was that revolver, in the hand* of -what Beamed to bo « desperate man, A cloud "was tfomliiB over the moon. 1 waltod till It touched, then made R bolt. "Hurry up," I ahouted, as I ran ftwny, devoutly lioblng that he would do nothing 1 of the kind. "This," 1 thought, "is clearly aa Island Inhabited by criminals or madmen. Yet I hfcven't heard of uny con- rlet station nearer than Now Caledonia. I fftfe It up-" ' I was almost bnrk on the Ben-beach by now; It occurred to me thnt I' might aa welt shin up one of the palm trees, and BOO whether there was really anything 'In this talk of a Innnch. The palm I hafl chosen was tall, but a little bent v wHh age, I had not much difficulty In wriggling my way up into tho crowa; I waited for clear moonlight, and 'made my survey. i"Oonhl" I exclaimed. There was undoubtedly a launch, if one mny so designate a fine thirty or forty ton boat, achooner rigged, and fitted with sr engine ; fe'ell able to make the run to Valparaiso, or anywhere elfie, In comp«ton(. hande. She was lying some way out Bit qea, «n the leeward side of the ialonil, beyond the Inner Jagoozu I could see a dinghy, like a little black ·water beetle, creeping landwards from her side, s "That," I thought, "will be Blaefc. 1 wonder what the two of thorn will make of it when thay get together?' And the thought so intrigued me, that I fell to laughing, and nearly lo*t »ny hold. But when I got down aafe to ground again, I was more than sobered b tho thought that rame almost Immediately--"It wlint lie said to tru*--If he B«J given a man called Black « thousand pound*, and crpenses-- Crumba, what expenaca thej'll be!-to run him out o*f this, thera miufc have be«n dirty work somewhere, and I'm mixed up In It." I could not holj remw»teri«g, lomewhat unpleasantly, the remark abotit "Ore year« on tho breakwater." Omega, I must toll you--but I w^l tell no more than I must--bulonga to B' non-JJrlUsh power, which hue s abort 1 way with offenders ngninat Ha rather, Draconic code of Inwa. 1 didn't know whtft you could be »«nt to the breakwater for, btU I knew tTiero w»i one, in an out-of-the-way Omegan port, and I grneased that labor of th* Portland island kind, conducted under a tropical nun, wan likely to b» tho kind of thlnic * wlB4 man should ·void, at any cost. i thought the matter oat ftt length I could arrive at only one conclunlon. Whole knowledge v,*,\s better than half. Whatever the risks might be of «a- plorlng yet further this odd, anpleam- ant place, It would be well tor me to find out n.t much an possible, as voon a* poiisible and (but that went without aaylng) got away an soon »a possible afterwards. Once more I ellmbed the palm; swung ot»t among the clashing 1 stem* among tho swaying butts of the levea, and looked tor the launch. Sh« wa* off, a long way out to «ea, I oaw her gliding, black In the «llver path of. the moon. "Good," I thought, nnfl slid down again. A few minutes rapid walking found me once more among the little, sinister housed, with their horned gables And their air of being huddled together for uamo evil deed. The hut thnt hud been lighted, we« dark now. I lit a match, from the small r*«err« I always kept in a bottle, and looked in. No ona WM there. The place bore signs of hurried desertion--· a stretcher bed overturned, with bedclothes flung on the ground; a cabin trunk gaping open, and gutted; ptlfH of gray ash «nsgesting papers - destroyed. In the middle of tb« floor lay a loln- rloth and a xhlrt of coar«o cotton, brljtht yellow, with black spots T stood In the doorway and looked, til! my match burned out. I did not strike another. I walked awny, and l«"ft the deserted hut to itself. And orire more, mnBterlng aa a drug, and heavy aa n dream, came over me that deflnlte presage of 111, In the little hollow there wore fifteen other houflutv all small nud rudely btillt of bush material, I looked afc thorn for a minute, Bwallcwed in my throat--for something very like fear had me--and then, thinking no loiuger, but driving,myself as one used to do "over the top," In the hour after dawn, I found a roeomit stump for a torch, tit it, and carried it, flaring furiously In thp diminished wind, to the first of the houses. The door wna not shut I held the torch nbove my head and looked In. I looked for quite a long time nt what I saw, making sure that T understood it, and that my eyos had not in any way mla- led ran. Then, dashing out lhc torch against the ground, 1 (led for the sen--· the clean ueo It seemed to me that to bo drowned in that clean spa would be a fate a man needn't quarrel with ·--a fate ton thousand times better than the horror I had loft behind. The tide was down, nnd the cutter aground I cannot tell with what anxiety I examined her. I would almost have set sail on si tree trunk, if nothing else could be had---to get awaj. TO DID CONTUMJED The Paramount Thi First National screen vai6lon of "Tho Great Divide," k n o w n un the great American drama is on tho scree ut the I'aiamount Theatre with .Dorol ly Mackaill in tho featured rolo. "Th Great Divide," aa a play, ran f o r m my years and broke box ottieo l e c o r c i throughout Ihia c o u n t i y and in Eu ope. In t to screen version, Mise Mackaill portra r e an emancipated cocktall-hn- b t b f n g modern girl, th type of lole In which she has had such success in her re 'ont pictures. She has an op- portuii ty for splendid dramatic work when i !ie Is kidnaped by tho man ehe both 1( vea and ha-tes, and ^Is brought out inf ) tho silent desert of Arizona. The Vi aphono talking ocenije amid Uita be* utiful country are a feature ot tha pic uro. Ian 1 oltti portrays tho role of tho \Ve6teii ei, mode famous on tho etago by Hen y Miller Tho f ixlcan fiesta sconce aro eepe- oiaiiy c lorful, showing a group of loity li ncing giila in the rythnw of Mptinieh and Mexican danoee, the music b- Ing heard through Vltaphone Th« p -ogram *lfcO inctude« a Vita- phone a -t, "Tho Six Original Brown Brother* ' and a talking aerial "The Ace of J Gotland Yard." The f i i t u r o picture for Monday, Tuesday ind Wednesday in Sophie Tucker i i "Honlty Tonk." The Orpheiim If only ono reason w?ro needed for the continued success of talking moving pictured that reason could well bo William Powol! Hero le ail uetor who was seemingly horn tor the "talkies." Brilliant performer that ho appealed lo, b in liie earlier work tn tho uoiicl-e3 )iium- rnery 1 ot the silent acieeu, ho ia by contrast, a veriUblo demigod of d j a - matlca in the newly vocall/od screon ivorld, Powoll !e at tho Orpheum Thoatro in "The Greene Muidor Caoe." ' It IB a grout play, thillJlng', lomo, packod with action and am.i/tiiK plot situations It te better tlinn "Tlio Canary Murdor Case," because tho crimes seem more baffling of solu- i tlon, bocnuse the story carric-) a K r f n t - 1 er number o£ umazlng surprise« j It dcalu with tlie 'mistortunpa of tho plrango Green n family, a bod-r id don paralylie mother and her four chil- drfli!. With a fortune a(- stake should hhc die, tho household ifi suddenly gripped by a sfirlcn of Iwgir killing') It la top-notch entertainment. Well it should be. It hoe ^great plot ma- I t e r i a ) ; a supporting cas-t which in- i elude') Flotein'p ICldrldgc, Morgan 1 Knrley, Jean A r t h u r , ]U 11. Calvort, Bufioiipr I V i l l f t t o and ninny oih# htagc-lrnlned n r t o i w Tho program -ileo Inrludro a tallcinp- LOJIK«IJ , nioUelono aft end sound ntnwi tccl Winter Hard for Fur Trappers ('Hl'/M'ieriTOWN. M f l , .Inn 11 -' " i . i j i p e i t t w i l l hud hard times tint, v i n l o r , it I h o opoiilnc; of tha fur buy- I \K m a i k p t o nuij- ho taken as an indi- of whal is to follow throughout. Very few muekrot poltfl have 00071 o forcd for bain, and (bohe were at p 'Iflpj of 25 (o SO centa lower than t) oso of I n h t ycJi The giov, ing scarcity of tho animals m a n v Dappers to mispend th)-j yoar, in order to giv tha roden5 an opportunity to incrcuso I t t f O K ' Hard Description . Ono of the toughest question wo eior f i o n i d of on »n ftarninatlon pn- p c r \\iis asked b,\ nn Eastern »f tool "Kor tho bcnoflt of a man f n u n W n i s \vlio has never sepn one, !c cnbe "DynciD ito," Cecil De Milla'a first talking P oductlon which oomes to tha Orph urn Theatre on Monday ftanl8 ou as a triumphant return to tha mode iud atartling dramatic structure of "A nl-a and Female" imd "Man- Moro ia portant than any other De- Mi'lo p t c K u c t i o n of ita type, "Dyna- nolta" is e lid to have been » yc«ir umJer wa:. The roaults nioro than Justify the tiroo expend Hum The picture is Jnt iMsoly colorful, packed with glamour a id thrlila, and le-nding up lo on^ of he most thrilling climaxes pvor dovtec 1 for any photoplay 11 is ec rcely fair to reveal the theme- on which "Dynamite" is bisMl, bees iflo it SB eo e t r l k l n g l y dlf- forent, from any other picture plot that pati one ha\ e a right to got the whole story M a eurprleo on visiting the tJi«*atro It f« autfiniMit to say that tho story 1 nl/i with a young society girl ind h i ' relatlonithip to a polo- plnyiug dlle tanto and a ntalwart, two- flstei coal minor. Tho climactic «cfln«, Wbif h aro t,ail to have taken six weeks t · make, occur In u mine a thousand eet under the earth. Chtrlwi H!-kford ai th coal mln»r, Kay Johnao o« tho society grirl, C yntlila Crot lera, and the redoubtable Conrnd K«ig( 1 !n Iho part of th» I1- rtlau'o, ronl Ibuto some of the ttofit porfoi munce* tiio talking scre-on--or tho H i l a n t -- h is ever fie«n, Bickford and Mlsfi Jo! uson came to the coast from r h c Uro. dway etnge. The bakincp ol the ca«t I eluding Julia Faye and Robert ITileso , is unlCoimly good and rtf«crc« a «p clal plaudit. 9 ss Last Time Today All TulKing and Singing DOROTHY MACKAILL ····"·j n. ·----«»·· "The Great Divide*' A iiJLC? X,*JL*.?Ckt. Jt_^! v A'Ui With Ian Keith and Myrna Loy V r itaphono Act axid an Al Talking Serial Monday. Tuesday ant Wednesday Sophie Tucker in ^Honky Tonk" ALL TALKING IHJ Clanslflo Advertisement* Bring feu\Hta xHta. placed in th« col- inm» of T-bo tolly OowHor. With WILLIAM POWELL Also All-Talking Comedy with Laurel and Hardy, Movietone Act and Sound News. rpheu Monday--Tuesday-- Wednesday CEC L B. DE MILLE'S greatef t produc iion In this, »is first Talking Picture, i he great I)e hii't put n i l Of Ills diroc- torinl iv h Drtring, 1 wish, .s .speetneuli r -- \Mn picture l»s every hlng. % fenttirinjir (HJVT{A1 KL, KA\' JOHNSON, {'HARLEM BIOKFOR1), JULIA VA VK. T. me of SUows 1,3, [5, 7 and 9

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