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PAGE SIX TnK SHAMOKIN DISPATCH, SHAMOKIN, THURSDAY EVENING, APRIL 20, 1933 SHAMOKIN DISPATCH DAILY EVENING STORY VALOR'S A NAME By LESLIE EDGLEY JUST AMONG US GIRLS FAMILY CIRCL THE person's command? It is not. All to leave her Job so as to put temp- The Shamokin Dispatch Daily Pattern Writer Is Burnt Up" "a The horn ascended the scale from a melodious politeness to. raucous command. Old Man McPherson hobbled out of his crossing shanty and planted himself firmly Between the rails, his Stop sign like a lance against would-be invaders. He looked past the closed gates at the only car on the road.

It was a low lean machine, swift and powerful. Its horn made loud demand again. The old man shifted with annoyance. "Th' domned fools," he muttered. "The a' want t' gae kilt.

I hae t' stop 'em." Now far down the track beyond the dark curve of buildings the 666 began its long shrill warnings. In his mind he could see the gates closing and opening along the line as it hurtled by, like a series of long arms bowing to the Juggernaut of steel. While the grey car was still bleating its impatience, its puny whine was drowned out by the rush of driver wheels and white hiss of steam. The old man hobbled back to the hut and let up the gates. He came outside to watch the car go thru.

It slowed abreast of him. A thin man, dark and ugly, sitting beside tation out of her way. I do not want to minimize her sufferings and I do wish to help. But so many times letters from such girls possibly in a part which I had not room to publish give me the impression that they assume because they are in love, the wife and children should step aside. That such love should not be denied.

I firmly believe that we all need to learn that because we want a thing we should not necessarily have it. And I know perfectly that love cannot be "ordered and canceled at a moment's notice" But it may be controlled if one is resolute. The bes way to forget is to go where you will not see the loved one. But sometimes that is impossible. One must fill her life with other interests.

This may seem utterly impossible at times. The girl may feel that she has no interest in anything, but it is the only way. Seek out someone who needs comforting; take on responsibilities, and if ona cannot forget, one will gradually suffer less, and all the time have the satisfaction of knowing that she is doing what is right, not weakly yielding to temptation. The Great Norths. Rallw Company of the Irish Free State has sued Louth County for $75,000 for damages to a passenger train which was derailed at Dromisken during the recent strike.

C. F. Onasch, J.ew York harbor pilot, was forced by rough weather to stay on a liner after he had piloted it out to sea, and had to travel across the Atlantic and back. All squad cars" Three men a a grey touring carl He knew them. There could be no doubt about that.

Men like that, and a car like that, were not to be found in this town. They had come through this morning. They would return this way. The other side of town led into a maze of blind streets and alleys. The highway here was the open road to the city and freedom.

He went out of the sTiack and gazed under his hands through the clear air towards town. Nothing. Traffic was at a standstill. He thought he heard the distant sound of siren and gunshot. Then out from the web of streets a mile away raced a grey speck.

Sunlight glinted on bright metalwork. He waited until he became sure. Not a moment to lose! He hurried stiffly to the shanty and stood in the doorway, waiting. Along came the car, In a grey blur of speed, sixty, seventy, more. He waited, cool, deliberate, eyes steady on them.

He was taking a long chance. If he were wrong-But he couldn't be. A McPherson never made a mistake in anything like this. Closer they came, and closer. Now was the time now! His hand came down on the lever.

Bump! Down banged the crossing gates in front of them. A man with the heaviest truck would hesitate crashing through that barrier. Brakes screamed. He heard a tire blow out with a sharp report. Too late to stop! With a splintering of glass and a screech of twisted metal the car crashed.

Within the second there was an empty silence, like the breathless void left after an explosion. i He waited a moment before coming out of the hut. The oar stood on its side, a crossing arm through the windshield, a front wheel spinning idly, shreds of rubber from the ruined tire flailing the air. Beside the tracks were two still bodies. He went over to them.

Dy nbwer "DEAR VIRGINIA LEE: I have been a reader of your column and others similar to yours, and have really gotten a lot of rood advice from then; but I have never had any Inclination to write myself until I read your answers to a young girl, asking what she should do regarding her love for a married man. your answer sort of 'burnt me up', speak, and I hope you won't mind if I say a few words. "IH admit the letter was rather silly, but it seems that you always have the same answer when it comes to advising a girl under such conditions. Don't you really believe that once in a while the girl might really be in love with the man-married or single? '''Perhaps the girl who comes to you for advice is a girl who has no one else to go to no one else to tell her the best way to forget so she goes to a perfect stranger for advice and consolation, and what does he get? Sarcasm, perhaps, or ridicule of some sort. Anyway, she is told to forget him, leave him alone; she has no right to think twice about him not a word as to the best way to do this.

She is fully conscious that she is doing wrong, but she loves him. And is love something that can be stopped at a the preaching, scolding and ridicule in the world doesn't help a bit. This girl will Just have to learn by experience that you can't play with fire and not get burnt. A kind word, however, will go a long way toward easing the pain in her heart. "I didn't write this letter Just to be contrary or smart.

I Just wanted you to knw that there are girls who lose their hearts to married men, whether the man is worthy or not, girls who are fully aware of the fact that this man has a wife and perhaps children, knowing that his wife probably is hurt and wants him just as badly as she does, but the fact remains that love isn't ordered and canceled at a moment's notice. "Now please don't feet me wrong. I don't uphold the idea of a girl de i liberately ensnaring a married man just because she imagines herseli i in love with him what I mean is, that thru contact "ith him daily it is too easy to 'fall in love'. But my advice to all girls in this condition is to nip it the bud. Very sincerely, "DOES IT MATTER?" I am truly sorry you found my advice sarcastic or as seeming to ridicule the poor k'l who was in love with the married man.

I realize only too well that a girl coming in contact day after day with an attractive man married or not man find out she is beginning to love him against her will. And it is not so easy to "nip it in the as you say, either. They may work in the same office, wnere they see one another every day, and she may have responsibilities that forbid her by RAFAEL SABATINI 1 ro lire, mawn caned, bub rou arc avosoo, 4 but $ir' maKM caN bub few propose, P- The "BLACK SWAN" SHAMOKIN DISPATCH DAILY INSTALLMENT OF CHOICE FICTION the driver, leaned out. "Say, Grandpa. What's the big idea keeping us waiting.

We could 've been across hours ago." Old Man McPherson looked hard at him, and at his companions. There was another man in the back seat. They all seemed cast from the same mould, swarthy, sinister, dangerous. "Mon," he said, "I'm here to prevent I'll do it me own way, nae thine." He pointed at the cars behind them. "Noo gae Ye're blockin traffic." The fellow glared.

He snapped a command at the driver. The grey car flashed ahead of the traffic like a whippet in front of bulldogs. The old man went back to the shanty to. suck on a well-worn pipe. Older than official records showed, brewn as a berry, hair in his ears, he was an irascible old Scot.

He was a ruddy old man with a stiff left leg, cantankerous and gruff and gentle as a. baby. "Aye, twenty years was I a copper in th' yards," he would tell youngsters who stood, wide-eyed, holding his hand while fast freights thundered by. "Got this laig o' mine one stormy nicht in wlnterr. A bullet smack agin m' bone here.

Sti' there, fer a' I ken. I got em, aye. The' ne'er hae stan' trial." Now, back in the shanty, hunched over the dials of his little radio a gift, to be sure, and a bootleg entertainment obligingly overlooked by a certain superior he shook his head with a still smouldering irritation. "Th' domned fools," he muttered. "The' wants t' gae under th' wheels nae tha' I'd care wi' th' likes o' them." He twirled the dial ruthlessly through tenors, lecturers, jazz.

Twenty years as a policeman had left their indelible mark on him "Squad car 671." said the radio. "Go to Beech and Hemlock a man' is prowling in the alley there-squad car 671" He settled back, listening with the rapt attention of a devotee. His crossing was a quiet one. A three track cut, on the outskirts of town, cutting clean across the main highway from town, It was protected with meticulous care lamps, signals, gates, and a Scot flagman. A belligerent city council had forced the move years before, giving the old man a job when he should have retired to a farm with cows and chickens.

But through-traffic a half dozen times a day made the. job an easy one for him. Said he, "A McPheerrson dies in harrness. Th' only way make us quit is t' put us six foot underr." "And the way to make you spend," said an irreverent listener, "is yet to be found!" The radio droned its recital of crime. He listened with quiet content.

If they'd had this in his day! Then his grizzled old head snapped up, pipe clenched betwen hard white teeth. "All squad cars attention," said the flat metallic voice. "Three men are holding up the First National Bank at Main and Broadway. All squad cars go to Main and Broadway. Three men in a grey touring car are holding up the bank there.

I They breathed. There had been another. He looked into the car. Pinned behind the steering wheel by the crossing arm was the fellow who had talked back in the morning. He opened his eyes and saw Old Man McPherson.

A string of curses shot from his mouth like a bunch of Chinese firecrackers. He reached for his hip in an ugly gesture. With a quick, deceptive calm the old man leaned over and tapped him on the head with his sign. "Tha' weel be a' frum ye, m'lud," said he. He opened the bak door and extracted money-stuffed bags from the car.

They made a very comfortable seat. "Lucky fer ye there's nuthln' till th' 6:15," he sadd to the oblivious wreckage. A patrol wagon, three squad cars, two fire engines, one ambulance, and innumerable cars had raced to the scene. People milled about. Strangers shook his hand, pounded his back, gave him cigars.

He smoked nothing but his old pipe out tney mignt come in nanay! A young fellow came up to him. "I'm from the Gazette," he said. "It was a wonderful bit of work. You're a hero, sir." "Hero be domned!" snorted Old Man McPherson. "I hae t' stop them divils.

Mon, I hae twa hundred an' sixty-fi' dollars an' forty-nine cents in that bank and Interest this next week!" (Copyright, 1933, King Features Syndicate, Inc.) Wife rreservers If you pay yearly billi like taxes, insurance, divide the amount of each by 52 and put this amount away each week to meet the expenses as they come due. 3 inimmn nm A Livable Room in The Attic Homemaking Helps By ELEANOR ROSS NOW IS the time to do some refurbishing tn your home and to do It enslbly, economically. Look over house carefully and the chances are that you will find some way of jetting; mors out of tt without having to enlarge it. Even the most charming, well appointed home can generally do with more space, although one naturally does not wish to entail the expense of adding a wing. Even one more room always welcome.

And so what better plan than converting the attic Into a real, livable room. So, for those of my readers whose house Is topped by an attic, we'll discuss plans for rendering this attic Into an entirely livable, charming room, made so perhaps because of Its very different proportions and type. Usually the attic was evolved as a store room and so was often without a window. If it is planned to make a livable room out of your attic, some type of window will of course be necessary. You will find that a dormer window Is the most practical solution to this problem.

It will be necessary therefore to cut a couple of rafters to make a holo In the roof through which the dormer can project. A horizontal piece Is Inserted between the adjoining solid rafters on either side, and the cut rafters are nailed to this. Intuitu WaIU Wallboard should be applied to the walls, with felt quilting or some similar Insulating material between the wallboard and the wall studs. All this may sound rather technical, but we can assure you that It Isn't. One young woman', with the aid of a carpenter, transformed her attic into a charming extra living room at very little cost by the method Just described.

This attic was glorified by an electric log fireplace. Bookcases were built In the walls, this being very easily done, during the process of reconstruction. Hooked rugs, chintz drapes, high-backed colonial chairs In maple, a well stained floor, some comfortable lamps Judiciously placed for reading, a gams table, and a supply of games kept In the cupboards built Into either side of the space reserved for the fireplace, produced a room of charm and usefulness and added a much needed space without the necessity or expense of building an extra room. GLASSES Frances Goes Russian Frances Dee, pretty screen play-tr, goes Russian in her pajama ensemble. Such a lounging suit fould suit the college girl for an Easter gift NERVOUS WOMEN fake Lydia E.

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Beauty By GLADYS GLAD THE NEW hats that the millinery stylists have designed for wear this spring are even more extreme than the hat styles of last season. These new hats are definitely tailored and mannish. And while they can prove utterly smart and attractive when worn above a properly coiffed head, they are most unbecoming if the hair is not suitably arranged. This establishes a definite relation between hat and coiffure. For if the new spring bonnet that you purchase is one those ultra-smart fezzes or high hats, you must counteract the severity of the hat's lines by a soft hair arrangement.

You coiffure must be decidedly delicate and feminine, In order to form a proper balance, because of the severe lines of your chapeau. Today, however, a feminine coiffure doesn't mean an abundance of over-curly hair massed about the head or hanging to the shoulders. Tlie new coiffures, while they retain their soft, feminine lines, have a sleek, sculptured look. Soft waves and ringlets form a definite part of them, but the hair is molded close to the head. And usually, to achieve that neat, sculptured effect, proper thinning of the hair is nec essary.

Hair that Is thick and bulky does not adapt itself easily to the new spring coiffure styles. So the woman who possesses such hair must usually have it thinned before she has it waved or arranged in the style she prefers. No woman, of course, should ever attempt to thin her hair herself. And she should only permit an expert operator to do the thinning. For hair should be thinned by affll-ation, and not by the cutting out of chunks from various parts of the head.

If large strands of the hair are simply sheared off, the cut hair will not be evenly distributed, and the coiffure will have an unbalanced contour. But if each strand of hair is thinned skillfully along its whole length, the finished coiffure will not be harmed in the least, and no short ends will be visible. Hair that Is thinned in the correct manner preserves the shapely contours of the head, and adapts itself easily to -styles of smartness and individuality. CHAPTER FIFTY -ONE ''Sir Henry, I desire you to hear me. I implore you to hear me." "Be sure, ma'am, that beauty nerer implored Harry Morganin rain." He seemed to laugh inwardly, as if at memories.

"You would ay, madam?" "It is of Monsieur de Bernis, sir. I owe life and more than rife to kirn "Why, so I had understood." The lark eyes twinkled odiously. She tgnered the interruption. "My father was a loyal and valued servant of the Crown. Surely, Sir 8arely the service rendered by Monsieur de Bernis to my father's daughter should weigh for something in his favour.

Should be accounted to him in any judgment," He considered her with mock gravity. Then the horrible fellow was moved again to mirth. "If a a romaabcal plea and a novel. Od's heart I I rendered my day service to many a father's daughter; bat none ever counted them to my credit. I lacked your advocacy, ma-dam." He was turning away.

"But, Sir Henry Sbe began again in desperation. But Sir Henry could not stay. No more now, madam." Unceremoniously be turned on his heel, and roDed away on his elephantine legs, bawling for bos'n and gunner, and issuing orders right and left In miserable dejection Miss Pris-eilla watched the hands mustered for shore go over the side, followed bv Lieutenant Sharpies. From the bulwarks she saw them board the longboat in which Pierre waited, saw it cast off and draw away tow aids the beach. An officer came to her with Sir Henry's compliments and would she and Major Sands accept the Admiral's hospitality in the great apin.

-Mijor Sands supported the invi tation kindly, gentle concern now replacing in him an indignation which he perceived could nothing profit him. It was therefore in a tone of solicitude that he said: 'You will be better in the cabin, Priscilla." .1 "I thank you," she answered coldly. I am well enough here. The officer bowed and withdrew She remained leaning on the bul warks, her gaze following the boat in its swift journey towards the beach, where the buccaneers wait' ed. She could make out quite dearly amongst them, well in the foreground, the tall, commanding figure of Monsieur de Bernis.

Bun-dry, Halliwell, and Ellis were with him, and the four of them made a croup apart from the rest. Major Sands stood at her elbow. "My dear Priscilla, this is the end of the adventure, and we have deep cause for thankfulness that it should end so. Deep cause." "We have," she miserably agreed with him. "For thankfulness to Charles de Bernis." This was not at all the answer he desired.

But he realized the fu tility of argument with a mind obsessed and obstinate. It could lead only to acrimony, and acrimony was tee last thing the Major de sired between them. He could af ford, after all, he reflected, to be generous. The nightmare composed of all the happenings since they bad first seen de Bernis climbing the accommodation ladder of the Centaur in Fort 'Royal Bay, month ago, was now at an end toon. now, tnis swaggering, posturing pirate would pay the price of his misdeeds; they would be on their way to England at last, with all this happily braind them, sn fantastic interlude in their well-ordered ives which time wnuld rapidly erase from the tab- I lets of their memories.

Priscilla would be restored to the sanity disturbed in her by the across isster. Magaarumouily Major Canary Has a Cold Goodnight Stories his last word, we can take Sands would forget the incident, and all would be again as it had been before this disastrous adven ture. Thus Major Sands reassured himself and took confident comfort, whilst Miss Priscilla watched the boat's progress towards land. Its keel grated on the fine shingle, and Lieutenant Sharpies stepped ashore alone, leaving his musketeers in the boat with their firelocks at the ready. Miss Priscilla could distinctly make out the officer in his long red coat, standing stiffly before Monsieur de Bernis and his three companions.

In the background the main body of the buccaneers was assembled. They were drawn up with some semblance of order in their ranks, and it was obvious that they were attentive to what was passing between their leaders and the representative of Sir Henry Morgan. In this group it was clear that the Lieutenant's message was creating some excitement. Bundry, Ellis, and Halliwell appeared to be talking all at once and with some violence of gesture. Monsieur de Bernis remained a little aloof looking on whilst his own fate was being decided.

One only attempt he had made to sway the decision, and that was when first Lieutenant Sharpies had delivered Morgan's message, demanding de Bernis' own surrender. With some heat he had taken it upon himself to reply, as well he might since he was concerned so closely. "Go you back to Morgan," he had said before any of the others had rime to speak, "and tell him that if that's his last word, we can take to the woods and There, however, he had been interrupted by Halliwell. Thrusting him aside almost roughly with his elbow, the corpulent shipmaster had stepped forward. "Fools!" he had jrowled.

"There's no sense in that. Morgan can sink the Centaur and riddle the Black Swan until she's jnst a wreck of timber, leaving us here to rot and maybe starve." "Steady! Steady!" Bundry had interpose "We'ie net so easilyi snuffed. We've timber in plenty and If at he he to the woods and the means and the ability to build." "You would be wise to remember that Sir Henry is a determined man," the Lieutenant had stiffly answered. "You will not defeat him so easily, as you should know. If you defy him, be sure that he will leave a ship here to harass you, and to see that not one of you departs the island.

Your only hope lies in compliance now. Deliver up Leach and de Bernis, and you may find Sir Henry merciful to the rest of you. But those two he will have; and hell certainly have the rest of you as well, if you attempt to resist him." Argument followed. Wogan whiningly supported Sir Henry's envoy. "Och now, what else can we do but comply? Sure, it's a hateful thing, so it is, to surrender Charley.

But when it's either that or surrender every mother's son of us, what choice have we?" "And that's the plaguey fact," Halliwell cordially agreed. But Bundry, of tougher fibre and further vision, was for resistance. he could keep de Bernis with them and with their ships unimpaired, even if they lost their guns, they might still try conclusions with the Spanish plate ships. Buccaneers had overcome far heavier odds in their time. So cursing his companions for a pair of spiritless rats, he pleaded that Morgan should remain content with Leach only.

Leach they would surrender once. Ellis, swayed by him, sup-plemented his arguments. But the Lieutenant remained unmoved. He answered shortly that he had no authority to or parley, that had 6tlvtni hi? message, and tnae Ue nt wh their affair. It was in ain that Bundry and Ellis begped him at least to carry their answer to Morgan.

Lieutenant Sharpies declared it idle. The very lack of unanimity amongst them strengthened his determination. Finally he summoned them to make up their minds without further delay; and threatening to depart and leave them to their fate, finally broke down their resistance. (To Pr Crr.ebt. U-Z.

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It walks with its feet And flies with its wings. But mostly it stands On a perch and it sings. Shadow Bong. THE CANARY had a cold ajid couldn't sing. Everybody In the house wondered why It didn't sing, but they didn't know that It had a cold.

Only the shadows knew. Shadows know everything. Knarf. the shadow boy, said to the canary: "If you have a cold, why don't you go arjd see a doctor? That's what the children of the house do." "That's a very good Idea," the canary agreed. "But how can I get to the doctor?" "Fly there." "But the cage Isn't open," the canary sighed.

"I can't fly through the bars. They're too close together." Hanld. who was a clever little shadow girl, had a better Idea. She said: "If you can't go to the doctor, we'll get the doctor to come here." So the five shadows slipped away and went down the block till they came to a sign which read: Doctor Brown. So they went Inside.

As luck would have It. Dr. Brown was Just telling a little girl what to do for a cold. "You must stay In bed and keep warm, and you mustn't Jump rope. Every three hours you must frgl your throat If you do amonnting to J1.75 or over 1 BOT.

RENOL FURNITURE POLISH or with a purchase of Wallpaper amounting to $12.00 or more 1 PAPER HANGING KIT Including one smooth brush, one paste brush, one seam roller and one base trimmer. "Yoa must stay in bad," said Knarf that, you'll soon get welL" The moment they heard this, the shadows rushed back to the canary. "You must stay in bed!" Knarf cried "You must keep warm!" Hsnld added. "You musn't Jump rope!" put in Flor. "Every three hours you must gargle your throat!" Mi cried "And if you do all that," Yam concluded.

"you'U soon get welL" The canary was very surprised to learn all this, but It took so long for it to do It. that Its cold was gone before it had more than begun. But the shadows were all very proud of themselves. And why shouldn't they be? (Copyright, 1933, T. IncJ W.

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