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THE BOSTON GLOBE SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 11, 1928 CROSS-WORD PUZZLE HANDS, UNSEEN; The Thrill That Comes Once in a Lifetime By H. T. Webster By HERMAN LANDON The Gray Phantom Hears the Voice of the Girl He Loves, in the House of Mystery SYNOPSIS A multimillionaire named Craig was murdered and police suspicion pointed to the Gray Phantom, famous adventurer, ae the slayer. Lieut Culligore, the Phantom' arch-enemy, was in charge of the inquiry. The murder was a baffling one as it was committed in a locked room where Craig eat, guarded by the detective, Harry Bcli.

The Phantom, disguised ae Phillio Dawson, amateur detective, went to the Craig housq. seeking the aolutiou of mri. tery to clear his name. He went for another reason: Because he believed that there he would find a clew to the whereabouts of the girl he loved. Helen Hardwick, kidnaped by his enemies.

He succeeded in keeping his real identity concealed from all there except from Bell, who promised not to betray him. and from sn eccentric man named Hollister, a cripple, who lived nearby, who penetrated his disguise when the Phan- tom visited him. One of the. chief problems to which, Vanardy, the Phantom, addressed himself was that of the mystery attached to the room where Craig was slain. How had the murderer entered a room with door locked and windows barred? SOLUTION OF YESTERDAYS CROSS-WORD PUZZLE could neither hear nor see anything, but he had a peculiar impression that someone was approaching with a furtive and soundless step.

He leaned 1 forward, all his senses tinglingly alert, and now a shadowy shape flittered across his range ot vision, moving in a direction opposite the point where the light shone. He could see tt only for a moment, an uncertain flicker against a background of densely massed shadows, end then it disappeared from sight, leaving behind It an Impression of uneasiness and stealth. On hands and knees Vanardy crept forward, turned down the corridor in the direction where the prowler had disappeared, end again he became conscious of a furtive movement in the darkness. The heavy carpet deadened, all sound, but the person moving ahead of him seemed to leave a troubled breath in his wake. Vanardy halted, pressing close to the wail, for'somehing told him that the 1 person to.

front had suddenly stopped. Ho waited, and the soufid of someone excited (breathing floated out to him on the silence. Doubtless the prowler wished to make certain that no one was following. His movements hinted strongly of secrecy and dark designs. A brief interval of silence came, and then a slight sound told Vanardy that a door had been opened a few paces down the corridor.

A narrow wedge of light was projected Into the darkness, and then a voice spoke, a hushed, tremulous voice that awoke a thousand thunderous echoes within the listener. For a moment, while time and space seemed blotted out, he lay stonily still. All he' had heard was an exclamation, a broken cry of dread and suspense, but he had recognized the voice at once. It was Helens. The recognition came on a tumultuous crash of emotions that left him momentarily dazed.

He sprang to his feet, trying to steady the maddening uproar in his head, and ran to the point where he had seen the wedge of light. It was gone now, leaving an intensified gloom behind it. The silence that followed the single outcry seemed to mock the din and commotion within him. Everything was so still and dark that the voice and the light, though they had ben startingly real a moment ago, might have been only remnants of a dream. A shout rose in his throat, but he stifled it in time.

It would not do to call Helens name, for the cry might arouse the other occupants of the house, and there was no one whom he could wholly trust, save possibly Culligore and Culligore was The Gray Phantom's sworn enemy. There was a frenzy in his veins as his hands groped over the tantalizing blankness of a wall. He was certain as to the point where the light had appeared, but there was no sign of a' door. He tried tc control his burning impatience; telling himself that the prowler must reappear sooner or later and that hi3 only practical course was to compose himself for a wait. Minutes dragged with the slow tread of hours.

He felt hot and feverish, with a parched sensation in his throat. Unable to keep still, he walked back and forth in front of the spot where the light had appeared, the echoes of Helens voice shooting through his brain with maddening insistence, conjuring up visions of a pair of unseen hands reaching out for the girl he loved. Of a sudden he paused, staring fixedly into thif darkness. A sound, faint and fugitive, hammered loudly at his senses. It did not seem to come from the exact location where the prowler had disappeared, but a little farther down the hall.

A streak of light appeared, growing rapidly wider, and in an instant he darted back against the opposite wall, waiting until a shadow fell across the patch of light. In a moment he felt amazingly cool. The furious beat of his pulses quieted down. For an instant longer he remained in the sheltering shadows, then stepped briskly toward the tall figure standing in the opening, looking nervously up and down the corridor. Well, William? he said quietly.

(Copyright, 1927. Public Ledger). Continued Monday "I Knew Youd Come, Phantom Man. I MY BEST By KATHLEEN K0BBIS someday, Maggie. There was' eight of -us boys, and my sister, Margaret youre named for her and for my mother, too.

Theres some of them there still, I daresay I 'haven't heard for 20 years. Youd like your grandmothers kitchen Winter or Summer, that was the place us boys liked to be 1 I remember when a big storm would be ccmln up trees bendln over and planks rattlin in the yard and the old well sweep creakin how we loved the kitchen then! There was a big open fireplace one side, but she had her range built right acrost it, and 'there wasnt never a drop of anythin' spilled on that range she kept it like a black glass. The snow would begin to spin down outside, and shed light lamps, and shed set us all to work, peelin things or mendin her pots and pans. And maybe Margret. would read The Lady of the Lake, or somethin', and Mad sweep up the floor there wasnt ever a speck on it, anyway and shed get out the cookies and apples and big glasses of milk shed always say we 16 String piece.

17 Chinese measure. 18 Reverse. 19 Expensive. 20 Bird of prey. 27 One of the three natural kingdoms.

29 In the year of the Reign (abbr). 31 Divert. 35 Kitchen utensil. 36 Shackle. 40 Great Blue and Yellow Macaw.

41 Idleness. 43 Cared for. 45 Ornamental container. 46 Rate system. 47 Spain.

51 An order of the animal kingdom. 52 Virginia holly. 55 A style of Portico. 57 Mark of priestly order. 60 Taxes.

62 Ever (poetic). 63 Arctic Finch. 64 Divided into small spaces (anat). 65 Inclose. 66 A French city.

68 Cosy situations. 71 Frisk. 74 A heath. 77 Canker. 78 A measure.

81 Wander. 82 Cooking structures. 84 Public. S5 Spirit. 87 Italian form of Caesar.

88 Report of legislative proceedings. 90 Engaged in the fur business. 91 Constituent of tallow. 93 Withdraw. 94 Fragments.

96 Chance. 98 A dish. 100 Early inhabitants of South Wales. 102 A weapon. 104 Owns.

105 Producer. 107 Level. 109 Delay. Ill State of mind. 113 Modes.

117 Rites. 118 A native of Scotland. 119 Distant. 120 Fruit. 130 Strife.

131 Dried up. 133 Pool. 137 An epic poem. 138 Shelter. 139 Poetical compositions.

141 Offend. 142 Utensil. 144-Egg. 146 A fabled bird. 149 S69it3.

150 Japanese land measure. 151 Onward. 152 King of Bashan. (SOLUTION NEXT- MONDAY) CHAPTER 20 The Chinese Coin IN the dusk where he stood, the object Vanardy had found on the floor gleamed with a hard, yellow sheen as it lay in his palm. For the third time that night his sense of intuition was outstripping his thoughts, giving vague glimpses of things which his mind could not yet grasp.

He had experienced the same kind of sensation when he saw the purplish design above Stanhopes wrist, and again when lie found the little rift between the door-jamb and the sill. On both occasions he had felt a vague and yet familiar thrill which experience had taught him not to ignore, a vagrant premonition which hinted at a deeper significance than appearances indicated. It was so With a little quiver of excitement he turned to the table to examine the object under the light. Since he had found it on the scene of the recent struggle. It was probable that it had dropped out of his antagonists pocket.

It seemed a trifling thing, merely a circular piece of brass, slightly larger than a quarter, with a square hole in the center and four furious designs engraved on the surface. Though outwardly of no significance, it yet constituted Vanardys only tangible clew to the identity of the man he had grappled with. He studied it intently, and a brief Inspection under the light showed him what it was, a Chinese coin of small denomination. He had seen samples of the same species before. The cabalistic designs on the face of the coin were Chinese characters, and the hole in the center was explained by the natives habit of carrying such coins on a string.

Reflectively Vanardy weighed the little piece of metal in his palm. He doubted whether there were many such coins in America, for the denomination was too small for use in international commerce. Possibly, he reasoned, somebody had been carrying it as a curiosity. At any rate, its value as a clew would be enhanced by the fact that only a few coins of that kind had ever appeared in America. He slipped the little brass piece into his pocket.

It was 4 oclock, but he was-In no mood for sleep. The stinging sensation in his head had disappeared, leaving his mind clear, but it was full of clashing impressions, and he felt a feverish craving for action that made relaxation impossible. He opened the door and looked, out into the hall. The entire house seemed Jmmersed in slumber and darkness. Very softly he stepped out and entered the bathroom, a few paces down the corridor.

William had explained that the house was very old, that private bathrooms had not been in vogue in this locality when it was built, but the explanation had left a doubt in Vanardys mind. It seemed rather odd that Craig had not modernized the arrangement by constructing a direct connection between the sleeping chamber and the bathroom. He switched on the light and, stand ing before the mirror, repaired the damages to his toilet. From time to time he made dexterous use of the contents of a' little box which he had carried With him to Tuckaway Camp. At length his appearance satisfied his critical eye and he gave the bathroom a thorough inspection, with particular attention to the wall separating it from the bedchamber.

Partly built into this wall, on the opposite side, was the fireplace. He contemplated this portion of it with special interest, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. At length he left the bathroom, passed down the hall a little distance and entered the room on the other side of the bedchamber. As William had told him, this was another guest room, but evidently it had not been in use for some time. With great care he studied its boundaries, but he saw nothing that deviated from the principle of solid comfort and durability upon which the entire house appeared to have been built.

Vaguely disappointed, he turijed away and began to descend the great staircase. With the intensified stillness of early morning brooding over the house, it seemed an excellent time to do a little private reconnoitering. He walked down two flights, the heavy carpets muffling his footfalls, and then, with one hand resting on the newel post, he abruptly drew in his steps. A long hall stretched before him, a light glowing dimly at its farther end. Silently he stepped around the newel post, crouched a little, arid stared intently into the gloom on all sides.

He THE STORY THUS FAR Mary Margaret Petheridge Johnson, a little bedraggled, undersized, 17-year-old girl, lived with her mother, a lazy woman: her father, a postman, and her spoiled sister, 'Lizabeth. Maggie works a Mack-Mernll store ae stock girl, with a pair of willing hands and willing feet. At home she does practically all the housework. Her mother spends most of her time going to funerals of prominent people, anil her sister works in a beauty shop and rant sequently has to keep herself beautiful. One Saturday, during the Christmas season, Maggie goes to work and takes under her wing Joe.

the new stock bov. At dinner time she leads him to a secret place of hers, where she tells him of bI hie and hopes, and her search for tdeela. INSTALMENT 8 THOUGHT you heard Dad tell me that I couldn't go back, and that I was a liar and a and ail the rest of it! He didnt mean that, pf course, youll have to go bark, Joe, the woman said uneasily. Why, it would be simply terrible not to have you finish college! All your friends-everybody "He told me to get a job, remember? "I But you know how recklessly your father talks He cant talk to me like that. Joe said haughtily, as his mother paused.

Maybe he can, to his employes but he cant to me! You can tell him Ive got a job. "You havent! Well, I say I have.i Doing what? "Never you mind what. Ive got a job and I'm going to keep It. Im not, going back to college. Hes not going to call me a thief and a liar again.

He told me to get a job, and I got one, and thatsi all. What with Uncle Tom? With Uncle Nobody! It's a sort of of underworld investigation; I got on my own hook. Well, but thats nonsense, the woman said after a pause, somewhat at a loss. "Your father wont permit you for one instant to give up college, and work. He "My father told me he wasnt going to back me financially any more, Joe interrupted hotly.

He said if I was a man at all, Id get to work and stop wasting time and money. Well, Ive done it. thats all. And you can tell him so! Maybe, while were on the subject of liars and thieves, the old man himself will get called some day. Hes ready enough to call other people names! Meanwhile Im done with college and Im working, and he can make what he likes of it.

Why, hall not endure it one In- stant! the woman said, the more warmly because she was secretly afraid that he might. Nineteen years old, and stopping college and going to work! Its ridiculous, and it can't go on! Meanwhile, arent you going: to the Russells? Its Miliicent's, coming-out party shell certainly expect you! Caroline, the-boy said lazily. Im sunk. I didnt know how tired I was, until I got clean and comfortable, and Into this chair. I think Ill let Milii-cent cry herself to.

sleep tonight. The underworld has sapped my energies what with cologne and postcards ar.d tinsel and vegetable knives What are you talking about? "Nothing. Nothing. But Im a working man now, no time for frivolities. Listen, Joe.

You do like Millicent, By A. P. Clarke, Providence, Across 1 Attract attention, Quantity of paper. 11 Famous Frankish law. 36 Thrust along-.

21 Prepared. 22 Follow. 23 Foil. 24 Packet. 25Doze.

26 Evil workers. 28 Anything long drawn out. 30-An official assistant. 32 Wagon. 33 Observe.

34Harmonlze. 35 Breastbone. 37 Rest. 38Before. 39 Bestow in profusion.

41 An image. 42 A famous cheese. 44 An Incitement. 46 A cask. 48 A numeral.

49 Famous for divorces. 50 Boldly. 53 Fifth month of the Jewish year. 54 Lofty. 56 To transfer.

58 Yellow-tufted honeysucker. 59 To soak. 61 The tarsus (pi). 64 Fix. 66 Arabian name.

67 Inflexible. 69 Kind of aaiL 70Yield. 71 Reap. 72 Row. 73A measurer of nitrogen (pi).

75 Too. 76-Quality of voice. 19 Court. -An inhabitant of Europe. S-Stretch.

St-Half a dernier. 86-Crowds in motion. 87 County court (abbr). 89-Compensations. 99-Curves.

92 Always. B3 Regius professor (abbr). 95 Attention. 97 Prefix. 98 An equal.

99 Indian ponies. 101 Printer's measure. 102 Portuguese money of account. 103 Form. 105 A secretive organ.

106 A great epic. 105 Condition. 110 An inhabitant of Northern Japan. 111 Small duck. 112 Beverage (pi).

114 Heroic. I and Mrs Christopher Vincent I went driving every afternoon promptly at 3 o'clock. Rain or Bhine. Mollie and Nancy, the two fine bay mares, were hitched to the shining turnout and brought to the front of the pay stone house. There the houseman baited patiently until with great dignity Mrs Christopher Vincent, followed by her fine looking husband, moved down the walk.

For 40 years now the procedure had been precisely the same every day at 3 clock. At five minutes after 3 one ould depend upon seeing them turn bto Crescent boulevard. Indeed, for tb last 10 years the clock on the cor-r had been set by the traffic officer by the coming of the Christopher Vincents. His white head held very high, Christopher Vincent In his beautifully, tailored clothes, cut still in the fashion of 30 or 40 years back, drove the bay Jafes. Beside him, her stiff black silk ress arranged with delightful exactness, sat his wife with her white hair cocked neatly under the bonnet with Paasies.

A touch of old-world beauty the boulevard life of an up-and-com-city that was- the Christopher Vincents. Until on this beautiful Friday af-jcnnoon they turned the horses heads ward Crescent boulevard as usual. ifl traffic officer was quite evidently waiting their coming, for his face ft very red and his white-gloved L8er was running itself around inside tight collar. Afternoon, Riley' said Mr VI n- ent pompously for all the world ex-as he had said it every after- at 3:05 for the last 40 years. out Officer Riley's face had not the nwerlng Irish smile that it had al- -nstead he held up one hand i Dd cleared his throat.

Im sorry sir; on ral1 but you cant drive Crescent any more. sir. Its cioted "orse traffic, air. Horses are too Mr Christopher Vincent started down 1 him. "Horses too slow? he repeated.

"Just motor traffic from now on HUey doggedly. I'm sorry, r. Bet rules are rules, you know. city rule now. 'We'll drive on Jefferson boulevara, dear.

said Un Vincent com- Posed M. maam, thats what Im trying ui Fu. Its a rule only motor cnicieg on tle boulevards maam. 115 Radicals. 116 Enrolls 119 Disconnected.

121 Mud. 122 Cupid. 123 Relating to measure. 124 Justly. 125 Parts of an anchor.

126 Myself. 127 Quickly. 128 Temper. 129 Small dots Cher). 130 Bone.

132 Daub. 134 First note Guidos scale. 135 Sun God. 136Scoff. 138 Preposition.

140 A dinner course. 142 A parent. 143 Negative. 145 Desired intensely. 147 -A.

desiccative. 148 Precious stones. 151 A dance. 153 An atmospheric substance. 154Feel.

155 Cleanse. 156 An Indian. 157 Divisions. DOWN 1 Able to think. 2 A domestic utensil.

3 Electrical unit. 4 Concern ing. 5 Structure. 6 Formula (abbr). 7 Entity.

8 As. 9 An article of diet. 10 Poised. 11 A fisherman. 12 Advert.

13 Symbol for an element. 14 Famous mountain '(Asia Minor). 15 Overlay. And so the Christopher Vincents returned home a full hour and 20 minutes early that Friday. To people of wealth and dignity what possible joy could there be in driving anywhere but the boulevards? There was usually but little talk In the house of the two Vincents.

Tonight there was none. Saturday morning when Mr Vincent departed for his early morning const itutional. as he had for the past 40 years, he would have been surprised to see his; wife leaving the house some 10 minutes later. She went in the opposite direction toward the huge apartment hotel with its arcade of select shops and turned in without hesitation at one with the sign Beauty Shoppe. When she came out she carried the queer, old-fashioned bonnet in her hand and her hair was dressed and waved in a style that was right up to the minute or even a second or two ahead of time.

Her eyebrows had been twitched into a very straight line and darkened just the least little bit. With head high she turned into the shop next door and came out a little later with a straight-line frock of soft black silk and a wide-brimmed hat that softened the fine wrinkles on her face. Then, she went home to face her husband. It had been one of the most humiliating experiences of her life the afternoon before that she had been too old-fashioned. too slow, too out-of-date to appear on the boulevards.

With resolute determination to look like everyone else instead of, as 6he told herself, queer old chromo. Bub Christopher Vincent was not at home. No, there had been no telephone call. Nor did he get there by luncheon time. Mrs Vincent could not take her usual afternoon siesta after luncheon, but she felt no need of rest, anyhow.

She kept looking at herself in the long pier mirror of the living room and wondering why she had not modernized herself for 40 years. At 2:30 there was a prolonged toot-toot-Ing outside and she scampered to the window with haste she had not known for years. There, very much excited, but with head high, sat her husband in a gleaming motor-car. Chrissle, honey. she said, hurrying out to the curb.

"Why why No ones going, to call us back numbers and get away with It, Ho said -with unaccustomed slang. The poor old nags ought to be turned out to fasturo, anyhow! Jump In, Annie. My hat," she said. come on, he said with all of the motorists Impatience to be on his way. 1 can run the thing fine.

Been at it all morning Annie. Were going to drive right down Crescent boulevard now. And they did, making a full stop before entering, much to the amazement of officer Riley, who looked it the comer clock uncertainly and then grinned. (Copyright, 1927.) his mother said impatiently. I dont know what theyll think, if you dont come.

Tell them Ive had a change of heart Ive got religion, Joe said indifferently. "Tell them that the way to begin living the Ideal life is to begin." To begin what? sharply asked Caroline Spencer Merrill, wife of the owner of the Mack-Merrill store. Just that, darling. The way to begin living the ideal life is to begin, said Joseph. Grant MaeKenzle Merrill, mildly.

Mrs Johnson, bom Petheridge, cherished in herself and planted in her daughters an unbounded sense of righteous pride. She often lamented, usually in his hearing, her husband's lack of the quality. The Johnsons had no pride, and no particular cause for pride, she aid. But the Petheridges, and their collateral lines of Larkinse and Lawrences! These, Lizabeth and Maggie firmly believed, were the most distinguished folk alive. They felt sorry for their father, who had none of this blood in his veins.

How could he expect to succeed, to rise in his work, to make money, being a mere Johnson? Ma told them thrilling tales of Gran-ma Larkins sampler, hung above the Petheridge fireplace in the magnificent Petheridge home "down South, and about the Johnny Yanks smashing up all Granma Larkins cut glass, and about the slaves hundreds of them, thousands of them, all singing and dancing and happy, and. not any more wanting to be freed than so many Irresponsible sparrows! Pop, meanwhile, miserably represented not only the low-born Johnsons, but the entire ranks of the Johnny Yanks as well. He would cringe, while Ma was enlarging upon this topic, and nervously clear his throat. And whenever he spoke of Vermont families, Ma said with her rich, unctuous laugh, "Makin wooden nutmegs, I suppose? and the girl3 had to laugh, too. Not that Maggie was not loyal to her father; she had no heart in the laugh, ter Ma so often directed against him.

But it was simpler all around to laugh. If she looked hurt or shocked or sympathetic, Ma might Instantly become angry arfd begin to quarrel. What you pullin such a long face for? Ma might sharply inquire. Im not going to be allowed to say a word in my own house about the men that stole- my money and ruined my life is that it? Youve got to make a scene about somethin you dont know The one thing that would lead to others that Ma felt obliged to mention, and the family harmorjy, such as It was, would be entirely disrupted before Ma had expressed herself to her own satisfaction. So Maggie came to laugh at Ma as Lizabeth did and as, indeed, poor browbeaten Pa did.

No use going against that particular current, there were too many others to struggle at all! It didnt matter, anyway, what Ma said. Her. bark was worse than her bite. often when, Maggie and her father were alone he would give her a fairer idea of the case, and they would salve for each other, in and things she Just talked about em so much 6he kinder thinks she she has. Her 'father come out here from Missouri when she was about I guess he did not amount to I guess none of em didnt amount to much.

Your Grandmother Petheridge married a seafaring man when your mother was about grown up, and the took a job in a hotel here. Thats where I met her. She had a brother Willie he was a real handsome, smart feller, but we lost sight of him. But the Civil War was many years ago, the man would add. "Your mother cant remember nothing about slaves, and all that.

I dont know as her folks ever had slaves, anyway. The lived right in East St Louis, and they had a drugstore I dont know juwt what they tyould have done with slaves! Sometimes, warmed by the dancing eyes of his appreciative listener, Pa would ramble on to the other slue of the ancestral picture, to his own boyhood on a Vermont farm. "I surely would like to see the place i had to stay our stomachs before we went out to bed down the Btock. And, mind you, Maggie, the bartl was oullt right along the road, connected witli the farmhouse first the dairy and then the storehouse, and then my fathers tool-house Pop! Why did you ever com away? I dno, Maggie. Jest got restless, guess (Copyright, by Kathleen Norris.) (Continued Monday LEWISTON HOST TO COUNTYTEACHERS William S.

Packer Tells of the Need of Playgrounds Special Dispatch to tlie Globe LEWISTON, Me, Feb 10 The annual meeting the Androscoggin County Teachers Association was held at the Lewiston Armory today with a large attendance. Officers were elected as follows: John J. Butler, principal of Jordan High School, Lewiston, president; Lillian Sproul, Livermore Falls, vice president; I. M. Hodges, Turner, secretary; Arthur C.

Sprague, Livermore Falls, treasurer; Ethel M. Libby, Lisbon Falls, auditor. A constitution for the association, which has not had one before, waa adopted. The principal address at the morning session was given by William S. Packer, an editorial writer of the Boston Globe and a member of the Park Commission of Winchester, Mass.

Mr Packers subject was "Schools, Playgrounds and Character, and he spoke from his own experiences in organizing play to help young people ue to good advantage the leisure time of which they have so much in the present day. This leisure, he said, has been thrust upon us by the widespread use of machinery in industry, which has permitted the American people to lift their noses from the grindstone nnd cast their eyes upward to the stars. He told of his experience in moving to a suburb of Boston In the belief that his children would be better situated, only to find that when they became old enough to get out of doors there "was nowhere lor them to go, and told the story of the organization of playground for young people of the town: The ldscipline of the playground is an excellent thing for the school, ha said, and the schools and the publlo playgrounds should never be divorced. He believed that athletics conferred another benefit on the schools by in- spiring loyalty in the pupils. Other speaker on the program were Miss Grace L.

Teague of Lewiston, who reported on the National Education Association meeting, which she attended; Miss Florence P. Tuttle of Lynn, Mass; W. B. Jack, superintendent of schools of Portland; Miss Florence Hale of the State Department of Education; L. P.

Benezet, superintendent of schools of Manchester, and Dr A. O. Thomas, State Commissioner of Education of Maine. RIGHT TO ABANDON FOXVALE STATION GRANTED BY STATE The Publlo Utilities Commission yesterday granted permission to the New York, New Haven Hartford Railroad to abandon the Fox vale passenger station and the North Foxboro station in the town of Foxboro. 1 i OLD UNCLE MONROES FIRST VISIT TO MEMPHIS The best Southern story, according to a Memphian, is, related by William Wrigley Jr, the chewing gum king.

Old Uncle Monroe came on his first visit to Memphis from rural Mississippi. He was singularly impressed by the street cars, but had not the money to ride until he found a purse containing $2.85. He promptly boarded a street car. As the conductor called the streets and the car stopped at tne corners the passengers alighted. Dat man show knows everbody in dis town, ruminated old Uncle Mon.

"He calls the white gemman and dey gits off according to deir names. He sho Joan know my name. In a few minutes the conductor stuck his head in the door and bawled: Monroe I Yessuh, Ise Monroe, heah I come, said the old man as he disembarked in amazement at the uncanny knowledge of the conductor. At the moment an auto came by and the driver asked: Is this Monroe? Yessah. sho am is Monroe, said the old man.

"Good," said the driver. Im looking for 285. My Gawd! exclaimed the old man, reaching for the purse, "dese Bho is smart white folks! Memphis Commercial Appeal. FLAGPOLE SITTER GLOBES DAILY PIJZZLE WHO recently stabilized the Italian lira at a value of 5.31 'cents? WHY are the major portions of the Bible called 'testaments? WHAT was Mrs Coolidges maiden name? WHEN is a surface convex? WHERE do the Canary Islands get their name? Answers to Yesterdays Queries Thomas A. Edison is the famous Inventor who Is 81 years, old today.

The name "Potters field is applied to a public burying ground because It was formerly the custom to bury tbe bodies of the poor In ditches from which pottery clay had been dug. An ocelot Is an American animal of the leopard family, of a yellowish or reddish gray color. Baltimore was the capital of, the United States when the Third Congress met there Deo 20, 1776. Washington, is known as The City of Magnificent Distances. (Copyright) CORRECT ENGLISH A Dally Quiz Improve the sentence: Tom laid on the couch all day.

Is it correct to say, "Tom is studying law as well as me? What is the meaning of the sentence, "I will fajl, nobody shall help What would the meaning be if SHALL and WILL were interchanged? Answers to Fridays Questions Since a WIDOW Is a woman who has lost her husband by death and is still unmarried, the word WOMAN Is superfluous in the sentence: A widow woman lives in the same house with me. Say: "He lives a long way (not ways') from his shop. Since the word PREVENTATIVE has not the sanction of good usuage, say: He took the medicine as a preventive, (not HYMENEAL, pronounced 'hy-rne-neel, means "nuptial, pertaining to marriage. (Copyrlsbt) Shes such a dear little secret, the wounds Ma so casually thing, his mother presently began dealt forth. sentimentally, and sne likes you 'so I "You see, dearie, Len would ex-much! Joe, therell be any amount plain in his mild uncomplaining of money there and Dad would be so voice.

Mas Just quotin' things she heard when she was a little girl. Give her my love, and tell her I she never saw your great-grand ying to get together enough money mother house, with those trying mothers house, with those samplers for our little nest. said Joe. Ill see her at the club tomorrow, anyway she always plays golf Sunday mornings. I dont understand you, Joe, his mother said in cold disapproval.

"You went out of the house yesterday morning wild, because your father had said hed take you out of college If this spending of money went on. Now you say youve got a Job, and dont want to go! She stood up, handsome and imperious and dissatisfied, the evening wrap of soft, flexible fur loose on her shoulders, jieP hair elaborately curled and dressed, jewels sparkling on her bare throat and her fine hands. "Im reformed! Joe. not changing Ills position of luxurious comfort in the big chair, spoke jocosely. "The old man called me names he added mildly, Woll-nmy business is what you might call an educational one.

Ita Just possible Just possible that some day Ill have the laugh on the old man! 1 wish youd stop talking nonsense end follow me over to the Russells FIND ANOTHER A.