THURSDAY, JAN. 13, 1938
’T i\fK < W II R A M IN A O R E G O N
Our Presidents
UNDER PRESSURE
By George Agnew Chamberlain
© George Agnew Cham berlain
Jovce Sewell, on the eve o l her tw entieth
b irth d a y rebels at her lot. dependent on her
detested stepm other. Irm a , and fu ll of tra g ic
m em ories of her m oth e r’s m u rd e r tw elve
vears before and her fa th e r’s death six
m onths ago. Irm a calls In Helm B lackadder.
an a d m ire r, to help her persuade Joyce to
m a r r y rich , young M ichael K irk p a tric k .
M ike , sent up to Joyce by Irm a and Black-
adder. demands a showdown on his p ro
posal and is rejected Reading het fa th e r s
papers. Joyce realizes that La Barranca,
a M exican ’ hacienda which her fa th er had
owned, legally belongs to her L a te r, she
receives a le tte r enclosing a w a rra n t on the
U nited States T re a su ry far *10.000 com pen
sation for her m other s m urd e r at La Bar-
Tanca
She confers w ith M r. B ia d le y , a
banker and only rem aining frie n d of her
fa th e r’ s
She confides that she wants to
m ake a secret jo u rn e y to M exico.
CHAPTER II—Continued
CHAPTER III
D irk Van S u tta rt, second secre
ta ry
of embassy, would
have
showed to g re ate r advantage in any
o th e r setting. The tra d itio n s of an
a ncient nam e were behind him , he
had m ore than his share of good
looks, a reasonable am ount of
m oney and a m e rry eye Away from
h is jo b he was as clean-cut a young
A m e ric a n as ever drew breath, but
he was on the way to being spoiled,
poisoned by the b ite of the d ip lo
m a tic bee.
He was engaged in testing the
s p rin g o f a polo m a lle t when the
rece p tio n c le rk entered, laid Joyce’s
s lip on the desk and lingered to
sm oke a c ig a re tte . D irk read the
p a p e r o ve r his sh ou ld er.,
“ W hat does she w a n t? ”
enough to q u a lify
a voter.
D u rin g the p anic o f 1837
M a rtin Van Buren could not a l
w ays get his s a la ry .
Woodrow W ilson and his w ife
slept in B ucking ha m palace.
Theodore Roosevelt, in com
m en ting on liv in g in the W hite
House, said: “ You don’t liv e
there. Y o u 're only ’ E x h ib it A ’
to the c o u n try ."
A ndrew Jackson was the firs t
te rr ito ria l governor of E lo rid u .
W arren G. H a rd in g w ent d i
re c tly fro m the U nited States
senate to the W hite House.
’M ine. I have the docum ents I
w here you should file yo u r p e titio n ."
“ I d id , th ro ug h m y fa th e r, when here pro vin g nbsolute title if y o u 'll
I was e ig ht years old. I ’ m not eight o nly take the tro u b le to look at ;
now, M r. Van S u tta rt, though you th e m .”
“ No use.
You’re w asting m y
seem to th in k so. T he M exican
c la im s com m ission has been s ittin g tim e . Don’t waste yours o r yo u r j
t
fo r a g re a t m any years considering m oney by going to any o th e r law-
y
e
r.
I
give
you
th
a
t
advice
fo
r
noth-
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c la im s am ounting to $250,000,000.
in g ."
Has it settled a single case?”
“ W hat is yo ur tim e w o rth ? ” asked
“ I ’m not a t lib e rty to sa y.”
“ You mean you don’t know? I ’ ll Joyce, sw itchin g into Spanish. “ I
lik e you.
How m uch w ould you
te ll you, it hasn’t —not one.”
“ M iss Sew ell, th is conversation is charge to let m e s it and look at
g ettin g us nowhere. M ay I say in you fo r h a lf an h ou r? ”
M a rg a rid a Fonseca swung around
conclusion th a t I ’ve given you a ll
the advice—the only advice— to in her sw ivel c h a ir, planted her el
w hich you are entitled? The embas bows on the desk, her fists in her
sy can do nothing to help you—noth cheeks, and stared. “ C a ra ’o! Hnb-
las C nstillnn o, g rin g u ita ! So. we tu lk
ing w h a te v e r."
“ H e lp !” exclaim ed Joyce.
“ I j Spanish! Who are you?”
“ M y name is Joyce Sewell. I'm
d id n 't come l^ r e fo r h e lp ; 1 asked
fo r c e rta in in fo rm a tio n . A re you the d aughter of C u tle r Sewell who
sure you have the a u th o rity to re owned— ”
" T s t! T s t! Nobody owns anything.
fuse it? ”
I You possess, you don’t o w n .”
“ Quite su re .”
“ Oh, but 1 do,” protested Joyce,
Joyce stood up to find her knees
were tre m b lin g . She had been d is i “ I can prove i t . " She advanced, sat
m issed, told to leave! A nger surged f down on the edge of a c h a ir and
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in her veins—anger against some laid her docum ents on the desk.
im p la ca b le force outside herself and “ Please let me show yo u.”
“ It's no use, m y c h ild . I ’ ve told
Van S u tta rt. She became a flam e
and suddenly its beauty cu t through you the tru th and the whole tru th .
to his in n e r consciousness. In a In c id e n ta lly I don’t .like A m e rican s,
h a lf daze he was te llin g h im s e lf th a t b ut let me give you som ething else
i f he had m et th is g irl at a c o c k ta il I fo r nothing. Get out. Go back to
p a rty instead o f in the course of o ffi y o u r own co u n try before somebody
Rows and rows o f flowers in a ll
c ia l business he would have crashed ; m akes one b ite o f yo u r p re tty
colors of the ra in b o w —th a t's the
th rough to her side and stayed h e a d ."
Joyce stood up and buried her fe ature of th is s trik in g afghan
there. B u t he was too late, the pol
ished shell he wore had held out too grave blue eyes in M a rg a rid a ’s w hich is the gayest, easiest thing
o u t! You s im p ly crochet it in
black ones. '“ I ’ ll get out, but I
long.
“ M r. Van S u tta rt,” said Joyce, w on’ t go back. I was w rong about s trip s that are 7 inches w ide, and
do the flow ers in scraps o f y a rn
" y o u r im a g in in g I cam e to you for you. I m ay not find a la w y e r w ith
help has its fu nn y side. A re n ’t you m ore bra in s, but I ’ll get one who o r in three shades of one color
ever puzzled as to why yo u ’ re alive is n 't a co w a rd .” She snatched up fo r a lovely jew eled effect. Id ea l
in fo ur-fold G erm antow n. P a tte rn
—w hy you d ra w down pay? A ca her precious docum ents, turned
1623 contains com plete d ire ctio n s
n a ry in his gilded cage earns his q u ic k ly and started to w ard the door.
“ S to p !” yelled M a rg a rid a . " N o fo r m aking the a fgh an ; illu s tra
keep w ith song, but a p op in jay can’ t
body can say th a t to m e! Come tions o f it and o f a ll stitches used;
even s in g .”
a photograph of section o f a f
She was gone before he could back and sit down. G ive me the
ghan;
m a te ria l
re q u ire m e n ts ;
w ipe the look of am azem ent from papers.” She took them , spread
them out but kept her puzzled eyes color suggestions.
his face, m uch less answer.
Send 15 cents in stam ps o r coins
She h u rrie d to the hotel where fixed on Joyce. A b ru p tly she sm iled.
she was liv in g , paid her b ill and “ I thought you w ere out to m ake a (coins p re fe rre d ) fo r th is p a tte rn
asked th a t her baggage be brought play on the tender fem ale h ea rt but to The Sewing C irc le , N ee dle cra ft
D ept., 82 E ig h th A ve., New Y o rk ,
down. A t sig h t of the petaca there I ’ve changed m y m ind. H ave you
N. Y.
w ere supercilious glances fro m the any m on ey? "
“ How m uch ? ”
to u ris ts , the c le rk and even the por- i
“ Ten thousand d o lla rs .”
te r, but not fro m the ta x i d riv e r ;
again the little native tru n k served I “ R e a lly ! Y ou’ re loose in M exico 1
her w ell. He did not bother to lie a t yo u r age w ith $10,000! We’ ll see
K la m a th F a ll« . O r« .—
k
M rs . W
K. Ir w in of
about the fa re and even understood the papers.”
She glanced over them s w iftly |
her quest fo r the best hotel unfre-
quented by foreigners. U nhesitat- w ith odd je rk s of her nose as if
‘ in g ly he drove her to an establish- she were a p a rro t te aring the m eat j
I m en t in a back stree t but near the • out o f one nut a fte r another.
! center of town. The p ro p rie to r j “ W hy d id n ’t you te ll me it was La !
greeted her in soft C astilian and | B a rra n c a ? ” she asked of the blue
: '46 W h ite A v e . saya :
took the tro u b le to accom pany her sky.
“ Before m y little boy
cam
e I f r it w eak and
“ You d id n 't give me a chance,” i
h im s e lf to a top-floor room .
W <«ut o f aorta. D r . P ie rre ’s
W F a v o r it e
Prescriptio n
“ Can you recom m end a woman said Joyce.
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w.ia h ig h ly recom m end-
M a rg a rid a turned. " I th in k I ’ve
la w y e r? ” she asked.
FJP e*l to m e as a tonic, and
“ I know of one, but she’s a M exi- found a w ay. I t has nothing w hat- j
/
I decided to try it. I
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ever to do w ith the courts. Come I
used a b o u t four bottles
can.
and I can say th a t it stim ulated m y a p
“ I p re fe r a M e xica n ,” said Joyce. i back in a w eek.”
petite and helped to b u ild me up re m a rk
“ W ill you g ive me her nam e and
“ T h a t w on’t do,” said Joyce, “ it
a b ly .” B u y n o w at any d ru g »tore.
address?”
won’t do at a ll ! ”
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it, and handed it to her. “ She's a
“ Because a week is too lo n g !”
d iffic u lt person,” he re m a rk e d , “ but
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“ You have courage, little one.
an e x c e lle n t la w y e r."
Since you don’ t do your fig h tin g w ith
Joyce decided to w aste no tim e tears w e’ll go hunting together.
in telephoning fo r an appointm ent, F o rtu n a te ly I care nothing w ha t j
but she did stop long enough to un happens to you—nothing at a ll. Is ,
pack her bag and hang up her th a t c le a rly understood?”
clothes. As her rage at Van Sut
“ D on 't w o rry ,” said Joyce. "S how
ta r t began to cool she wondered at me the road and I ’ ll look out fo r >
New Remedy Uses Magnesia to Clear
it and fe lt a little asham ed. Prob m y s e lf.”
a bly th a t m anner of his had got him
M a rg a rid a scooped up the papers, 1 Skin. Firms and Smooths Complexion
his job, perhaps he was paid to cram m e d a hat on her head, showed
m ake people feel e x a c tly as she had the way out and slam m ed the door i — Makes Skin Look Years Younger.
fe lt. She opened the petaca, sorted behind them . A m om ent la te r they
Get rid of ugly, pimply akin with thia
out the docum ents she thought she were in a ta x i w hich scu rried along
extraordinary new remedy. Denton’»
Anger Surged in H er Veins.
would need and m ade her way on in te rm in a b le back streets to d ra w
Facial Magnesia work» miracle« in
It
clearing up a »potty, roughened com
h e ir of the late C u tle r Sewell and foot to the la w y e r’s address.
up in e xa ctly 15 m inutes at the resi
plexion. Even the first few treatment»
th e re ’s a file in th is office under was a strange, old-fashioned b u ild dence o f Gen. Z acharias O nelia,
make a noticeable diiference. The ugly
his nam e. I wish to know m y rights. ing w ith a long d a rk n a rro w hall right-hand m an to the m in is te r of
»pot» gradually wipe away, big pore»
Am I e n title d to have copies o f the w hich opened suddenly upon a big w ar.
grow smaller, the texture of the skin
dispatches, or to exam ine them , or square w e ll surrounded by balconies
“ G eneral, it is ve ry good of you
itself become» firmer. Before you know
to be given a resum e, o r—if a ll th a t and roofed by the sky. There was to receive us,” said M a rg a rid a .
it friends are complimenting you on
is im possible—can I be inform e d of an e levator but no attendant. R ath “ Do you m ind ta kin g a look at th is
your complexion.
A
er
than
a
tte
m
p
t
to
w
ork
the
m
ech
the last step in the n egotiation?”
young lady before she goes out to
S P E C IA L O FFE R
By th is tim e both Van S u tta rt’s anism herself she w alked up two w alk around the p atio w h ile you and
— fo r a fe w weeks only
eyebrows w ere raised to the lim it. fligh ts and located a door upon 1 have a ta lk? She has a pecu lia r
Here is your chance to try out Denton'e
“ No copy o f any dispatch can be w hich was in scrib e d : L ie . M arga- value. G e n e ra l.”
Facial Magnesia at a liberal saving. We
given to anybody,” he declared, rida Fonseca.
“ To m e?”
She knocked: there was no an
“ E s p e cia lly to yo u,” said M arga- j willsend you a full 6 oz. bottle o f Den
‘ ‘except by specific d ire c tio n of the
ton's, plus a regular size box of famous
D ep artm en t of State, and the same swer. She opened the door, stepped rid a and turned to Joyce. “ Sup-
Milnesia Wafers (t(ie original Milk of
an
e m pty
anteroom
and t___
you
go
out,
chica,
and
stay
j
re s tric tio n applies to the balance of into
pose
Magnesia tablets). . . both for only 60cl
coughed.
The
door
into
a
room
be
out
t
i
l
l
you’
re
c
a
lle
d
!”
As
soon
as
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Cash in on this remarkable offer. Send
I your question. M ay I ask to w hat
yond was open. She passed through Joyce had gone M a rg a rid a leaned
60c in cash or stamps today.
th is file re fe rs ? ”
“ To m y fa th e r’s p ro p e rty in this it and stopped short. On the fa rth e r to w ard Onelia and continued in a
side of a litte re d desk, leaning back low voice. “ G eneral, th is is a mo
c o u n try .”
“ 1 thought so. M iss Sewell, A m e r and a pp aren tly absorbed in sta rin g mentous business, fa r deeper than
icans abroad su ffe r fro m an unfor- ; through the th ic k w a ll at some v i m ay appear at firs t glance. The
tunate delusion w hich you seem to , sion fa r aw ay, sat a wom an whose young lady, M iss Joyce Sewell, is
share th a t the foreign service is appearance could be described only undoubtedly the la w fu l ow ner of ha
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S E L E C T P R O D U C T S , In c .
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J 4402—23rd Street, Long Island City. N. V. ■
m aintained fo r th e ir in d iv id u a l con as leonine. One glance was enough cienda La B a rra n c a .”
(TO UE CONTINUED)
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Enclosed find 6 0 c (caah or atampa) fo r g
venience. I t isn ’t. I t was created to m ake her speak in E nglish.
| w h ich aand m a your a p e c ia l
“ What do you w a n t? ”
fo r the benefit of the United States
| com bination.
M ississippi Levees Begun 1717
“
A
la
w
y
e
r,”
said
Joyce.
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as a whole and of the taxpayers at
The firs t levees on the banks of
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“ W hat for? What about?”
home who foot the b ills H aven’t you
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the M ississippi riv e r were begun in
“
M
ay
1
sit
dow
n?”
heard of the M exican c la im s com
S tre a t A d d r t u
1717 at New O rleans. Congress ap
“
No!
W
hat
about?”
m ission in W ashington?”
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p
ro
priate
d
its
firs
t
m
oney
fo
r
flood
“ An estate.”
“ I have.”
re lie f—$90,000—in 1874.
“ Whose?”
“ T h a t, m y dear young lady, is
“ Same old th ing . She’d lik e to
w a lk in on the c h ie f.”
D irk finished testing the s tick, put
it away in a clothes closet, went to
his padded c h a ir and rum m aged fo r
a dispatch. “ A ll set. You can show
her in .” P re se n tly Joyce stood be
fo re h im . He perused the dispatch
fro w n in g ly fo r a m om ent longer,
then m otioned her to a c h a ir be
side the desk.
“ W’on’t you s it dow n. M iss Sew
e ll? ”
Joyce hesitated. “ Y o u 're not the
am bassador, are you?”
“ H a rd ly . I ’ m the second secre
ta r y .”
“ I wanted to see the am bassa
d o r ."
“ A re you an A m e ric a n ? ”
“ Y es; born of A m e rica n parents
residin g abroad. 1 a rriv e d from the
States last n ig h t. Do you wish to
see m y passport?”
“ T h a t’s not necessary at present.
1 suggest you state yo u r business.
I f i t ’s som ething I c a n 't handle— or
if i t ’s im p o rta n t enough—an ap
pointm e nt w ill be m ade fo r you
w ith his e xcellen cy.”
Joyce sat down w ith o u t ta king her
eyes off him . She was puzzled. Here
was a young m an, the ve ry a n ti
thesis o f M ike K irk p a tric k in looks,
m anner and breeding, ye t a ll she
fe lt
was
b itte r disappointm ent.
Why? Suddenly the answ er swept
o ver her. She was face to face
w ith the m ask th a t had defeated
her fa th e r—im m a tu re , perhaps, its
veneer not ye t solidified, but the
same u nfeeling m ask.
“ W h a t’s yo ur nam e?” she asked.
“ D irk Van S u tta rt,” he replied,
betrayed by the suddenness of the
question. A g lin t l i t in his eye and
color rose to his cheeks, but he
q u ic k ly controlle d his anger and
raised one eyebrow . “ R e a lly, Miss
Sewell, w h ile you requested a per
sonal in te rv ie w I d id n ’ t realize you
were co n te m p la tin g an exchange of
confidences.”
“ I lik e to know to whom I am
ta lk in g ,” said Joyce co olly. “ I th in k
y o u 'll find m y business is q uite per
sonal. I ’m the d aughter and sole
She sat s ta rin g at the floor, not
answ ering at once. “ I know w hat
you m ean.” she said fin a lly .' "a n d
I ’ll tr y to e xplain . 1 rem em ber ev
e ry th in g , but I'v e found out th a t be
ing fa r away fro m a th in g like th a t
doesn’t help you to fo rg e t—it makes
i t into a p ictu re on the w all. Then
th e re ’s som ething else. Places go
by contrasts, don’t they? I won’t
say a nyth ing about E lsin b o ro ; a ll
1 can te ll you is th a t when I ’ve been
unhappy, when I ’ m m ost m iserable,
I look back and dream of happiness
and La B a rra n c a .” She swept her
eyes to his face. “ M y m o th e r isn t
here, M r. B ra dley.
I mean she
co u ld n ’t possibly come to E lsinb o ro
— not even in m y thoughts. Does
th a t sound foolish to you?”
“ N ot foolish, m y d e a r,” he m u r
m u re d , “ not a t a ll fo olish.”
Touched by his understanding she
reached out one hand im p u ls iv e ly
and laid it on his a rm . “ Oh, M r.
B ra d le y , please be m y frie n d . You
can help me so m uch ! M y passport,
a le tte r of c re d it, but th a t’s not a ll.
Y ou know m y stepm other. F athe r
used to keep te llin g me she’s a good
w om an. W ell, she is, b ut if she
finds out w ha t I ’ m doing or w here
I am I ’l l have tw o fights on m y
hands instead o f one.”
“ How are you going to w ork it?
H ow w ill you get a w a y ? "
“ I ’ve thought it a ll out. I can
say I ’ m going to F rances H o ld e r’s
fo r a v is it.”
“ H ’m . B u t th e y’ll tra ce you. Now
adays a d e lib e ra te disappearance
is one of the hardest th ing s on earth
to stage.”
“ I ’ ve th ou gh t of th a t too.” She
gave h im a look so composed it
set his blood to tin g lin g . “ I f I go
by a ir, w here w ill I be by the tim e
th ey begin th e ir tra c in g ? ”
He blin ked at her a d m irin g ly .
“ Joyce, I ’ ve made up m y m in d.
I ’l l do e ve ryth in g I can to help you
and I prom ise I ’ll keep m y m outh
tig h t shut t i l l you say the w o rd .”
On the same im pulse they rose
to th e ir feet and stood w ith rig h t
hands h a lf extended, not quite
touching. “ Y ou’ re a w fu lly young,
Joyce, and m ost people would say
I ought to be ja ile d fo r le ttin g you
go. B u t you’ ve got h e a rt as w e ll
as head, and as fo r yo uth —w h a t’ s
i t for? To spend w hile i t ’s stro n g .”
He proved as good as his w ord
and b etter, fo r he could see a lot
fu rth e r ahead than Joyce. W ith in
ten days not only d id he arrange
th a t her passport fo r tra v e l abroad
should come d ire c t fro m the State
d e p a rtm e n t ra th e r than through the
loca l county c le rk , but he coached
h e r on her d ep ortm en t in the m ean
tim e tow ard her stepm other, pro
vide d her w ith a c e rtifie d copy of
h e r fa th e r’s w ill, warned her about
excessive baggage and bought her
tic k e ts by a ir in a fic titio u s name.
L a te r,
w ith o u t detection,
she
boarded a plane at E lsin b o ro ’s a l
m ost deserted a irp o rt th a t connect
ed a t N e w a rk w ith a n ig h t plane
south.
W N U S ervice
C H A R Y T A Y L O R never
Z 1 A stuyed
in one place long
Gather Yam Scraps
for Flower Afghan
Young Mothers
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GET RID OF
PIMPLES
D F a E c ia N l T M O a g N n e s ’ ia S
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