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The Daily Courier from Connellsville, Pennsylvania · Page 11

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THURSDAY, JANUARY 16, 1930. DAILY COURIER. CO NPNELLSVILLE, PA. PAGE FER-of MON BY ROY VICKERS WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE. A LAN BRENNAWAY returns to New York after an absence of * A eevon years in Mexico, wherjj be mads a fortune. Going to thu dingy hotel ha started from, hip thoughts f Jash to Shirley Dane, ·oclcty girl whom he loves. He visits Shirley and finds her more sympathetic and understanding than before. She tells him her . IB'her left her $200,000, which isl in the hands of Roger Kelton. Leter, Alan accompanies Shirley and her aunt, Mrs. Sibleyj to a party. He meets a Mr, Cynaz, financier, Alan expresses his distrust of Cynaz. There is "talk" about Roger Kelton, and vrhen he does not arrive, Mrs. Sibley is concerned for Shirley's 'sake. Aljn wonders why It should distress Shlnlcy. That night, Alan proposes, but Shirley refuses, Saying there ,5b someone else. She wonders what Cynaz meant by "talk" about Roger. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. T HE business of love was, after-j-by an old acquaintance. He slipped all, very siir-.ple, so Alan rea- the^ postcard into his pocket. soned on ths- following morn- Ing. To go on v/anting a won.;.:i Towards one o'clock he was the centre of a small group, all delighted to set; him, all pressing for , , , , . · , , t , who explained honestly and doc- 1 details o~f his adventures. Then oroualy that s h j did not want you, would be mure romantic ego- It wa, impossible he told him- the croup was broken by an angry n "I say, this I* tough, yon fel- Got a grievance it was impossible to be melancholy and depressed over such a v Suppose; she had said: "Yes, of courip I will marry you, but I don't want you"--very well, then, what was there left to argue a b o u t ? He hnd not even made a fool o£ himself. He would forget tho whole incident. Yes, .it would be easy enough to forget the love business. Easy enough, for example, to forget that white and rose face against the background of darkness. Faces, good heavens! There were millions of them, ali about him, and if they all wore black hnts--ro- mantic imagery--the weakness of every normal man. Forget the background of darkness and the whole setting of that amazing room of hers--forget her beauty. Think of Shirley dis- tractc-d and dishevelled. He thought of Shirley disheveled nnd ill and discovered a new emotion in himself. "Shirley!" hn repeated her narne. He had bungled somehow. The thought of Shirley in trouble was n thousand times more tort u r i n g than the thought of Shirley rool and b e a u t i f u l , saying that Fhr- was vr'y sorry but -"Well, I'm jiggered!" he exclaimed. "Rank morbidness. Shirley is not in trouble. She is very happy. And she is goin? to marry someone else, and 1 hope she gees on being very happy " The first thing to do was to break the association of ideas and H good beginning would be to leave the Felton. By midday he had installed himself at his t l u b and had drifted into the smoking- room to pick up the threads of seven years ago. The Luke Club had a distinct personality of its own. It was not »n e x c l u s i v e club yet it manged tc e x c l u d e . It was the boas' of the c l u b that in all its existence K hnd n e v e r blackballed a n y o n e - - v . i j j i h is merely another way of .-.·lyin.* t h a t members of the L u k o C l u b wo re very careful whom they proposed. No one had ever been K n o w n to define the condicions of m e m b e r s h i p , which was shared by ineii of almost every calling. In its e x t e r n a l s it was the most c o m f o r t a b l y shabby club in New Y o r k . H a v i n g settled himself in his r o o t n lie wcnti ts the office. A s o l i t a r y postcard awaited htra.\ l i e ti.-ok it frorr the rack, noticed that it was typewritten, bu: before he could read it he WOP accosted "Hy Georsre, Brennaway, it's you. Awfully sorry, old man. I thought you ^vere-- But I say, this is toueh. A postcard can be libellous, can't it?" "What are you drivelling about. Jimmy?" asked someone. "Half a minute." said A|an with svdden suspicion as he "remembered his own postcard. A moment later he exclaimed: "Is it about Kelton and Roodt" "Yes," cried Colmore eagerly. "It is libel, isn't it?" "We're ail in the dark except you two." said someone. "What's it all about?" "Listen," said Colmor*. "It's a damnable thiag but I'm going to read it aloud and we'll all be witnesses. 'Bear Sir. You may be interested to know that Kelton and Rood will shortly be forced Into bankruptcy and accused of eiu- bezzHner funds entrusted to them by their clients. Yours truly, J. Randon,." "Mine is '.he same word for word," said Alan. "Does Keltun know abont. this?" asked someone. "If not, we'd better tell him. After all. we can't have n rner.-ib r insulted and just do nothing. Why arc you two chaps picked no*-?" "Clients, ! - jppose." .answered Colmore. "Perhaps all Kelton's clients have rot one. Let's look at yours Brt nnaway. . .It's just the same. I believe it is done on one of those typewriters that--you know rolls out a hundred or so all alike. Mikes you think it's been specially written for you until you tumble to the trick." Alan's mind was mada up". "I'm going at once to young Kelton," he said. "I'm having a guest to lunch." said Colmore. "Wotild you mind telling him about mine--and of course he can have it at once if he wants it." Twent? mintites later Alan had reached William Street and speedily found himself in Helton's office. "How do yc-u do, Air. Brenna- way? I heard you were back. How nice of you to look me up so soon!" So this was Roger Kelton. Alan allowed himsel'' a long lo.ok at thr; boy of twenty who had become a man of twenty seven. "It's good to be back," h? said, while he was looking. "By t h e way, if yon call me' Mr. R r e n n a way,' I shall lu ve to call you 'Mr. Kelton. 1 " "Please don'' do that! Something disappointing about -hiti manner, Alan decided. Eager, yet larfguid. Something placatory about his langh, something arrogant about his eyes. "I didn't know until -yesterday that you had succeeded to the business," said Alan conventionally. "I was very much out jof touch. I would have written, jo'f course. Your father was always i^ery pleasant to me, you'know. He helped my old father a great deal too." Kelton moved sharply. Ho saidt "You will find many changes since you left." Small talk followed. Alan let it run its course. In the meantime, ha went on studying Roger Kelton. To Alan, Kelton at twenty-seven seemed to be much the same kind oi young man that he had been at twenty. There was the slight preciousness of speech offset by an. easii and originality oi phrasing tbac was not without charm. He had gained assurance and a certain suggestion of experience. A phrase of Shirley'a came back. ' Thw young man was of the "high world." there was the "high world" in his clothes, which were distinguished, yet strictly conventional. Even his physical appearance bore the same perceptible cachet. H«. was athletic and almost incredibly clean and hia face, if not that of an intellectual, was certainly not that of a fool. His clear-cut features prom-'gfld much, but the big, brown eyes wera the eyes of a sentimentalist. Probably to women who thought in such terms, he was a handsome man--or at least interesting looking. "You have y o u r hands pretty full now that you are at tho helm, I suppose," suggested Alan. "Oh, 1 don't know, 1--well, I suppose one doea have to slave a, bit now and again," admitted Kelton. i "lxok here, Old Man, I meant to come and see you pretty soon about a job of my own, but that can wait. A very unpleasant littla incident has occurred: I've had a hbelous postcard about you--ao drcssed to rnn at the Luko." "Libelons!" echoed Kelton. H« stiffened, then smiled faintly. "May I H--JC it?" "Of courspl I're eomo here to give it to j u u . By th» way, Colmorr bad one too and road it aloud BO ar to give you, I suppose, extra strong evidence for the action. Th« club was with it when t came away. I don't know the fellow -f,ho wrote it." As he spoke. Alan produced tho postcard and handed it over. Kelton took the postcard, read it, then leaned back in his chair and ntared at tho ceiling. "You realize why 1 brought you that, Kelton -- and why Colmore askeo me to tell you about his. I 4 -, was simply a matter of letting you know us soon as possible." Still Keitort made no answer. Alan looked at him oddly \ "A thing like that is' u n d to make a man feel pretty rotten,"I he said sympathetically. "And somehow it doesn't seen! very friendly to do what I've just done. . . . This sort of thing is not my province, of eolrse, but I imagine it doesn't do to lose an hour in taking action." At length Kelton spoke. "But I'm afraid you'll be sorry you stood up for mo in public to that extent. "What the dcvtl do yon mean? What's the matter?" (To be con tinned f Orojrtfht. 1S£3. br Boy Vlrkf-; I DUUIl.ulul la Klnr Wttonx liuuUcjlA. too. BLACK SHEEP'S by Beatrice Grtmshaw Illustrations by Irwin Myert Copyrlfirht ty Hughes Maaale Co. I I Service ^^I+iC*!*!*!^!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*^!'^!*^ ' T Are yon two (Tone quarreling?" she asked pilly, ns I put away the trny I bad taken from her hands. "And if you /ire, can I nsk you, I'hil, when you'ro going across again? I want you to do ino nn errnnd." "Across, 1 * meant tho trip of 1CO miles, from this near point of 1'apua, to Australia. "It depends-," 1 answered her, "on Mr. Splccr." "How, on me?" asked Spleer brusquely. "I heard." t answered him fn-eniy, "that you wan fed a number of boys recruited. I have a pood c u t t e r nnd know tho villages. I'd be glad to mako you n price." ("If he heiml tne," my thought rnn, "If ho knows Hint I'm ofT ns fast us I rnn p,o to put n spoke In Fnnshnw's wheel, lie'll try find keep me hero; ! nothing simpler.") ! But Splccr, It seemed, did not want mo to stay. "There's no hurry," he snld patronizingly. "Take your time. 1 shall atny hen- another three weeks," (I j *nw Mtir.v Mnlilstono make a fare of I dismay, behind his buck) 'Tin waiting ' for the Cliiof to tirin;,' the rest of the members of tho cxpecll- | Man nlotig. Of course I inn lender, next to Sir K,chard, and I hove all [ the organizing In my hands. If you ', want to run prross, don't m i n d me. · Thursday Island---'Thirsty Island'-- i e v e r y one knows It." He laughed rudely, and looked nt my emptied ptnss. Vow. T nm r n t B d r l n k l n c mnn. if I (|n nruv In n r-nv s h i f t a class bfforp th« sun ( cver Hie rnr-1, I f e l t , once Bg-lin, p t r ^ r t l i n i l y fnchtied to pick 11 quarrel w ' t h IM3 Splcrr; once again, that I could not afford to it._X. wiiJmal to jncJta taixe af certnin ihtngs". "" " " "Very well," f stild, wntching his face. "I'll start across today--anchor at Cap, and gef in early tomorrow, Mrs. MnldstoriG, If you've any corn- missions, I'll be delighted to attend to them." "Right yon nre," answered my hostess cheerfull-/, with something of her gay schoolgirl manner cominj; back. J 'Just a sec, n n d I'll give you my Hat." She went off into the store, and Splcer, who liad not altered by so much as a line the expr.osp!on of his large, flat countenance, took the cigarette out of his mouth to remark-"Good trip to you." It' was a dismissal, somewhat In the royal manner. I held myself In from answering him as I wished, and followed Mary Maldstone. * * * * * * * Hotels In Thursday Island--of which there are a surprising number--nre ·never the same, twice visited. Proprietors, manager^ and manageresses, vary almost .as the seasons go. The (Grand Cosmopolite, · where I put tip, looked much ns usual, thore was n desolate big dlnln/f room, with a pilot eating his lunch, slowly uud contentedly, as pilots do, alone. I found my usual room, and dumped rny gear fn It; walked round tho echoing y^ernnda, with a wary eye for ant-eaten boards; peeped Into the pilot's room, nnd had about mntfe u£ my mind that there .was nobody hers' save myself and he, when I heard voices In the upstairs parlor, A man and n woman, talking. "Gin-Sling, for n ducat," I snld to myself. "Now wlmt an earth--? I did not mean to listen: but standing there In the dusk of the staircase, uncertain whether to go on or go back, I caught a senteuca or two, before It be::amo clear to me that, up or down, 1 must move on. ". . . Off that Infernal ship. Of course you 'will, Jinny. You don't expect me to believe you missed lha bont by accident?" "Missed It for a lark." "You didn't inlsi It for i\ lark-- fit'itovleve. If you didn't miss It for me, you missed it for some one else." i Jinny's reply was t u n e f u l , Irrelevant, | and chiefly concerned with the unluckily comic love adventures of a "coon In Alahnm." Then the other person, the man, j said something that woUe me up. i "Where," he a s k f d , w i t h a sudden raxp Irt his voice, "1 ( the beachcomber fpllnw who picked you out of the »ea S" "At the bottom of It, for all I know," answered Gin-Sling. "Jinny, you're en nigh to--" That vras all I heard. Conscious that I hud already liaienec! (dajoax_£ojc. dfc Thera 8«emed No Reason, Now, Why I Khould Not Kins This Jinny, and 1 Did With Thoroughness. , coney, I hurried down the rubber-carpeted stairs, and out Into the desolate back street behind tho hotel. T wanted to see who would coma out. it had linlf guessed already. . . . Yet. U was Sir TUehard Fanehaw'si figure, thin and tall, t h a t stalked out presently from tho dusky doorway,, follov/ed by that other tall, thin figure tlmt wna Jinny. From what I had heard, I guessed that Fanshaw hnd left the ship at some intermediate port, nnd that Jinny, ut tho same port, Imd--accidentally, or purposely abandoned her passage, nnd stayed behind. She and Fanshaw had returned Australia-wards In the same ship; hnd disembarked at Thursday Island--I didn't quite seo why, but Unit could pass--and were staying at the Cos- mopalvB Qnuid. t'uushaw, clearly, was making light love to her; she did not fuvor his suit, and he was Inclined to blame me for the rebuff. Thought she. was "gone" on ma. Imagined (owing to ( h e gossip he had no doubt heard ou the ship) that she had abandoned her voyage nnd her contract, and headed Unck townvd Papua -- becnuso of me. That was the s l l u u t l i n , ns I sized It up. While I wns pondering t h e n ? things, on less a person than Sir TUehard him- E°!t came down the steps of the hotel. T was clear fnjtia way, but he scare-sly brushed me with his glance, as he oassed. IIL that lnsta,nt» I realized, wHSE Indued T mlghT Ei ve fore, that to Pin's fiane , I was nothing more than a name I had seen him on the ship, but lie had not-- conuclotisly--seen me. ' Just as well," I thought, though I ct uld not hava told why. Tho sight of hf-.ii. b isy and purposeful ' about I knew lot what, reminded me that my tele ram was still tmnent. I went ut to my room to concoct It; but I hnd scarcely got out pencil nnd pnpcr, le: nlng ovbr my suitcase with bnck to t i e door, when I was suddenly and noi disagreeably blinded by I wo long co ·! handp that closed, witholit warihig, over nip eyes. "Guess wlioi," snld .llnny'B Ivotea, with Jinny's pfyn unmistf kable chuckle' In It. "The prettiest slrl h the Pacific, I tmswcred,, pulling dov. a her hands, and twisting her fnce til !t met mine. There seemed no reason- -now--why I (should not klas this Jim y, and I did, ·with thoroughness. I hn I not wanted' to kiss, her oa tha boi t, when the vision of Pla Laurler wt 3 Btill gilded vrith the light of not Impossible fu- turo hopes. Now . . . What did It matter? Let Pla marry, or not nnrry, whom ube listed; thero was alw \y» the man- grore vrttll, nnd what II Blgnifted to stand between UM two. . . .' Jinny broke away from mo; she was flushed nnd laughing'. I t icught I luid nevof seen har BO pretty, "Tell me» what It's n I about!" I said. "Why uren't you tl ?HghHng the ·mart folk of Slnsnpoi s, nnd why Isn't Sir Richard Fanshn-'--well, why Is ha bore, anyhow? I don't mean why la ha M-tth y n u ; that 8 his luck-- hnt what tha deuce lo th two of yon want In thin dead dus heap of a pince?" Jinny settled herself inrrlngly In n hammock chair like a ullm kitten that curia itself on n : Illow. Her ayes were lialif closed; ah j looked bo- neath long lanhes, heavy with paint, and acroas 1A« plain of BC Ha-blue aea, arid the fn,r-out fuli-y Is) s of Tuesday and Wednesday, lint' tho purple cruga of I'rtne* of Walei and Horn. I think, so looking, sh«s f aw none of those things, nor yet tt i sky with Knltoplnjr tradewlnd clon !s, rror the* ncnr palm tre« Hops, that Umost blew across tha rail iiesld« u.i. I think that she anw only rough Phil A mory, cnllcd Black Sheep, n.nd the di y, for her, ran filled with shining gol I. ... Tliar«'« time and time 1 ir thinking, In ths landit whara block sheep live. Sometimes, sine* th?n, T hnra wondered how things might, mve gono; what my life, an-1 that )f another, might have b?en, had Uit ro t;i\en no Pla Tnnrier oo thp- stenm -, If thera had been Jest J i n n y Trc-t ^ter, Jinny whom I had saved at tho : ear risk of ray own life; Jlnoy who ?nva me--I know--that which she ne- er gave to anyone else. "What am I doing?" sh i answered ilRfitly. "Missed me bom !n Soura- baya, fitnffln' rtco table nt he Oranjo. Fanshaw v»ns there gor? n' himself too; he was booked for J jurubaya-- oil business of uome kind-- md he lent me my fare buck to Sydi ey. There was a host n«rrt day, anc I thought I'd fret away I'rom him bj taking It, but spar* me dayn, that wasn't his idea; he stisv his man a l did his business nnd got, away lu wenty-four hours, along with me. A id when I got off here, he got oft', so t hat's that." "He got off," I raid, "b cause ha's colng across to Papua ; he ias one of hiu exploring trips on." Sho nodded. "I k n o w ; h » told me. He's heard something nboui It that he didn't like, this morning; i a got fair snake-headed when tils !e tern -"Bine along in some little boat. I wouldn't have had a t h n n c e of ihis y n r n with J-DO, only that he went ofT f i We tPle- grnph office as soon as he' read the tetters." I answered her nothlni nt nil-silenced by a aew and inpleasant (Bought. I had brought o er a government mail bag In Uie cul er, as one usually did when crof-slng to "T.,-1," What -was In It? V'ho f om Daru, had been writing to £iir Rl *iard Fan- shnw? Spicer's cool Indifference 'o my departure was easily :ornpreh insible, if he hnd obtained, through that very circumstance, the chance o ' warning Sir Richard against tnyset and my ugly knowledge. It was nt news to him, I dared say; he Beemoc! to be Sir Richard's creature thro' gh^ nfid through,.,. _ ,_ TO KB CONTINUE ). JLooklni? for Bargain . ! Head the advortiBementB in The Dally Courier. YOU'VE NO IDE \ HOW MUCH IT HE JS / TN thcso biiay, dusty mo ern ·*- doya your eye,i are t uly grateful for a daily hath, j nr- ticularly if you bathe them ith thu iiootljiiag Dorothy Cray £yo Wash, It cleanoea your eye 1 of nil those imperceptible 1) :tlo epeck» of dust tliat jnrarit bly get into (hem, nnd leeres tl cm soothed nnd rested, free fi m all possible irritation. 3*n»j will ftn nt ^ntrT f Dppirftnenl. $ 7^ t oiir vs v AV, rnmfticil Av«, THE OLD HOME TOWN RPA«;S-WATCHES' .... . ..-·-II ___Jjfcgtpky TWNP sc,M»Et ~f FACS PoWOCf? I M/~7^ /i^D OTHERS I spo ^5 ^ CUPS «i^S=^^ THE: OU C X C O D Cl.OC)C "THATS TICKtSO AUON9 **0ft TWENTY *EARSS If* HOUCOMBS STOPPED "rp/a^-Buir NOT UNTIJ- IT BOOKS FOUR HANt PWNTBO PLATES JOSEPH TURNBULL IS "STAR" WITNESS IN SOMERSET CASES Pn-as. PITTSBURG, Ian. 38--Said to b* a n i m p o r t a n t w i t n e s s i n t h a govern' mcrU'fi liquor conspiracy cav» against f o r m or .fudge John A. R n r k n y of Horn- rrsni r o u n t y a n d 15 others, Joseph T u r n b u l l w n s oi'dernd produced at t h e i r t r i a l February 3 by J u d g o F. P. Schoonmaker yesterday in Federal c o u r t . T u r n b u l l 5s said to bo an Jnmato in tho Somerset county home. tra Frledlina, clerk of courts in Somerset county, was ordered in a subpoena handed dowa by Judge Schoonmakor to produce threo court documents at the trial. These will bo entered as evidence against the defendants, it was said. Building Supplies C E M K I Y T GJUVEL PLASTER LIME, ETC. We carry a complete line of high grade building material at all times and best market prices. Coal McCormlck Avenne, ConnelHville, PR. Piiorio 1700. SAFE-CONSERVATIVE STRONG" Lass Than One Gent a Day --that is all it wilt cost.yott to rent an Individual box in the modern, flre and burgl/iif proof Safe Deposit Vault of The Second National Bank. 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Two-car c o n v e n i e n c e has now b?en made possible for you. I t isn't real economy to wear the same - ' l o t h i n g for every occasion. Neither is it to make all of your I r a n s j i o r t a t i o n demands o'n one car, You're sure to got a bargain \V]HMI you !uy pomn of the "unused milfa-gi" offered every day mnv i n (\w ".\ntos for Snip" C o l u m n of The .Daily Comlcr'D Clarified S f f t i o a .

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