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PAGE FOUR Tta OREGON STATESMAN, Sataa, Oregon, Sunday Moniinsv Jnjr 23, 1923 Founded "No Favor Sways Us: No Fear Shall Awtf' From Pint Statesman, March 21. 1851 THE STATESMAN PUBLISHING CO. Chakles A. Snucus - - - Editor-Manager Sbudoh F. SaCKETT - - - - - Managing-Editor " Member or the Associated Pre Ths -associated Prraa ts icIusJely entitled to ths dm tor publica tion of all news dispatches credited to It or not otherwise credited te this paper. TT D ; a 11c a cuouig w uiiu THERE has been aone in a booK entitled "Eyes on the World" the pictorial story of 1934-1935, after the man ner of Laurence Stalling's "First World War." It is the pho tographic record of history as it is being made; and like the war book is an assortment of pictures which, even if they are realistic, are nonetheless shocking. A visitor from Mars who scanned it would conclude that this was a sick and sordid world unrelieved by beauty, or made livable by genuine cul ture. Tragedy stalks its pages ; screaming headlines from the daily press startle the nerves. That may be the world to many eyes; but it is not the whole world. Surely somewhere there are roses blooming and a sun that shines. In place of pictures of dead and dying on war's battle field there are pictures of combat in industry, a striker ly ing wounded on the street, guardsmen chasing strikers along a street Tthunder on the left" and "thunder on the right". The casualties of the depression make vivid photographs: the jobless, old and young seeking sleep on a city street, back al ley washings on the lines. The drouth tells its story with dead cattle bloated on the bare plain and fields dust-blown and barren. Foreign scenes give scant relief : Hitler's bloody purge, and .Stalin's death decree to party rebels ; dead Chan cellor Dollfuss and King Alexander; bleeding frontiers as danger zones of armed Europe. A slight variant is the pic ture of Russian faces intent on a circus which has come to the Ural mountains, and sports for young Russians. The pictures of persons covers personalities in the news : King George in his jubilee year, Doris Duke, also Dr. Townsend, Walter Winchell, Richard Hauptmann and John Dillinger dead and naked on a slab. Modern art picks up only the grotesque carving of Christ by Jacob Epstein and the stark "American Gothic" of Grant Wood. Sport and athletics have a healthier tone: Glenn Cunningham winning a distance race ; Prince of Wales going skiing; and the playing fields of Eton. As a collection of photographic reproductions the book is excellent; as a collection of news-pictures it is striking but as a true portrayal of life it is distorted and fragmentary, an assembly of the harsh, the shocking and, the discordant. It reveals how unfair the news-photograph picture of our life and times may be. This pictorial history suggests the penetrating article by the noted critic Henry Seidl Canby in the August Harpers on "Fiction Tells All". He endeavors to analyze the literature of our day as represented in the books of Joyce, Heming way, Proust, Dreisler, he calls it an "outbreak of a liter ature of the underworld of the mind." Such literature is not art, it is too "photographic". That i3 it lacks depth and shade and proportion and perspective. To quote : , , "It is highly improbable that this literature of autobiogra phy Till ever take its place beside the outstanding books ol the past that have been not only an influence upon posterity but .masterpieces in themselves. The warped mind, the complaining body, the defeated, the desperate, the neurotic are obligatory subjects for literature; but the literature made of them is It self inhibited. It tends to be analytic rather than synthetic; it clogs instead of purging the imagination." Of similar deficiency in tone and depth and variety are these news-pictures of "Eyes t1v that the world shrtiild be .of complete happiness and joyOBut to picture oniy or chiefly ;'the repulsive, the disorderlythe tragic is to be thoroughly false to life. The number of strikes of consequence may be 'counted on the fingers; the number of factories and stores where work proceeds peacefully is legion. The newspaper from which most of these pictures were taken is to a certain extent a catalog of the unusual, which means of course a record of the disorderly and "the criminal rather than the or- derly. The true picture of life and the true history of a year are not the occasional scenes assembled from the tabloids ; but that which is drawn or written with a truer perspective and with the depth of imagination rather than the flat and shallow photographic print. t.lllll a .lllivrill IIIII I fTlHE convention of .Republican clubs which began with dis- officers and in the formal banquet last night. The dissension which proved irritating to the majority of persons present was due to internal friction in the Multnomah county organ ization, chiefly between the past and present county chair men. It is unfortunate that the local trouble should extend to mar the deliberations of the general organization. As a matter of fact, the convention devoted too much time to mere mechanics and not enough to party education. The club should not usurp the functions of the party organ ization with its elected machinery. It should be rather a pro motional and educational adjunct to the party machinery. In consequence it ought to be a very inclusive organization, reaching all who are loyal to the party and its principles and candidates. It is a further mistake party leaders sometimes make to ': assemble themselves together and speak for or as the party. In Oregon under the primary laws no group can speak for the party. One of the advantages of party conventions was the opportunity of drawing up a statement of party princi ples. In this state no such declaration has any binding effect. : This is a handicap to party unity. The difficulty with the convention here this week was that it was too small, that while it represented the clubs (which is all it could do under the law) it could not represent the whole party. Thetate law should be amended to permit genuine party conventions as is the case in the state of Wash- - ington. These conventions frame party platforms, give a chance for personal acquaintance of party members from over the state, and give an opportunity of training in activ- ' ity young men as they enter politics. Party nominations re main for primary elections; but the convention still has a place in helping maintain party organization. Such conven tions should be legalized, made representative and given authority. Twenty Years Ago July 28, 1915 Revolution Is surging through Haiti once more, this time con centrating In the capital. Port an Prince. One hundred and sixty men hare been expected. ' The supreme- court yesterday knocked out the provision of Sa lem's peddler ordinance, declaring It unconstitutional. .. The Swedish army is now the largest and most effectiTe in the country's history. Ten Years Ago July 28, 1925 lw.Ea Kerry, film, actor, was tauu ttU YT7 1J on the World". We do not im- nictnred onlv as a benlahlanri trampled by a horse today at Pen dleton bnt not seriously injured. Twenty three residents of the Rickey district may be served un der a proposed power line. Four teen of the farmers have already signed up for the service. Mrs. Fiske, famous actress play ins in "The Rivals" at the Grand theatre, ordered raw carrots at a local cafe and scraped them her self. SELLS MACHINE SHOP -. INDEPENDENCE. July 27. W. B.; Jewell sold his blacksmith and machine- shop to Edward and George Wilson, The Wilson brothers plan to handle used cars and to open an anto wreck ing business. George Wilson, manager of .George's Swap shop, will continue with this business with Mrs. Wilson in charge. Bits for Breakfast By R. J. HENDRICKS More markers and monuments: Gay brick house: Applegate cemetery: S (Continuing from yesterday:) At this distance it is apparent that in 1875 Nesmlth's memory over the 28 intervening years had, become a bit hazy, in a histor ically interesting period daring which he bad been a chief fig ure in the Oregon country and 'a great one In the nation, having Just completed his term In the lower house of congress, where, in the upper branch, throughout the Civil war, he had been tower of strength aiding Lin coln, though of the opposing po litical party. "Evidence of the haziness ap pears In the fact that old Yam hill's south line, extending to the Spanish (California) border at parallel 42 op to 1845. became Polk s south line when the pro visional government legislature of 1845 created Polk. Jesse Ap plegate, chief figure of that le gislature (1845) represented Yamhill. That body then had 13 members, in '46 the number was 16, and in '47, when Ne smith was one of the three mem bers representing Polk, the num ber had risen to 20. Owing to gold discovery in California, causing a rush from Oregon of all men who could get away, it was never as large again, thought the 1848 body was en titled to have 21, but never mus tered more than 18, after two special election calls by Governor Abernethy. "The question Nesmith got de cided by his attempted move probably concerned Polk's status as a county, for the 1845 legis lature gave it no sheriff, but made Yamhill's sheriff serve both counties; and provided Polk with no Judge, but allowed the election of one in 1846. V "And the 1845 legislature of 13 members, in its third and last session, in creating Polk county, made its north line run east and west parallel with the south wall of the George Gay brick house. Its west line was the Pacific ocean, and its south boundary, as before said, Span ish California. "So It transpired that the Gay house remained in the county of Yamhill. It is Yamhill's today m J. . Nesmith had been friend of George Gay since his (Nesmlth's) arrival with the Ap plegate covered wagon train in 1843, and a good deal of the time-a neighbor. In 1883, he contributed to the Oregon Pio neer association at its annual session a biographical sketch of his friend. It read in part: " ueorge Gay aiea near Wheatland, Oregon, on the 7th of October, 1882, aged 72 years Mr. Gay's early life was full of adventure. ... At the age of 11 years he went to sea (from his native England) as an ap prentice, and served for four years. . . . In 1832 he shipped on board of the whaler Kitty, of London, for a cruise in the Pacific ocean, and the next year left the ship at Monterey, in California, and joined Swing Young in a trapping expedition along the coast to the mouth of Rogue river. In 1835 he started overland from California with a small party under the leadership of John Turner one of the three (four) survivors of Jed idiah Smith's party of 18 men who were murdered by the In dians at the month .of the ITmp qua in July, 1828. . . . The party (of eight men and Turn er's Indian wife) about the mid dle of June, 1835, encamped for the night near a place known as The Point of Rocks,' on the south bank of Rogne river. . , Some 400 to 500 Indians bad as sembled in and about the camp of the little party, and at signal furiously attacked the white men with clubs, bows and arrows and knives. ' The attack was so sudden and unexpected that the Indians obtained three of the eight guns with which Turner and la party were armed. The struggle of the trappers for life was desper ate and against fearful odds. The eight men siexed whatever they conld lay their hands on for de fense. Some of them discharged their rifles into the, bosoms of their assailants and then clubbed their guns and laid about them with the barrels. Turner, who was a herculean Kentucky giant, not being able to reach his rifle, seized a big fir limb from the camp fire and laid about him lustily, knocking his assailants right and left. V " 'At one time the savages had Gay down, and were pounding him. but they were crowded so thick as to impede the force of their blows. Old Turner, seeing Gay's peril, made a few vigorous blows with his club which re leased him. and the latter, springing to his feet, dealt fear ful cuts, thrusts, 8 lashes and stabs with his long, sharp sheath knife upon te naked carcasses of the dusky crowd. The ether men, following Turner's and Gay's ex ample, fought with the energy of despair and drove the Indians from their camp. Dan Miller and another trapper were killed upon the spot, while the six sur vivors of the melee were all more or less seriously wounded.' m "Summarizing from the Ne smith article, briefly: The squaws had driven oft the party's 47 head of good horses and all the camp and trapping equipage, together with three rifles, and three of the remaining guns were rendered useless in the clubbing process. The six men took to the brush, with their two re maining rifles: traveled by night, hid in daylight. One . died on the South Cmpq.ua of his wounds, (Turn to page 6) Proportion oi Perfect Pies te Woefully Small, Even in V. S. By D. H. Talmadfre, Sage of Salem Man,.! ween, la tike the apple, Also like the peach and pear Fails his enemies to grapple. Falls for evils fa the air. I bar chanced to read this week an ode to the glory of American pie. The ode was writ ten by an American tourist In Europe, who had found on that continent no pies to compare with the home product. In fact, had found very few pies to com pare with any product. The tourist was greatly sad dened and well nigh maddened by a hunger which could not be appeased. This will be readily understood by those of us and we have a safe working major ity who have suffered from the keen hnnger which ensues when we find ourselves unable to ob tain that which in its beginning was little more than a sugges tion. Strange as it may appear, I have at intervals suffered in the pie's native land as the tourist in Europe suffered. I have com pared notes with others who hare likewise suffered. In proportion to the total num ber of pie-makers in the Uni ted States, those who make per fect, or even good, pies are far less numerous than those well, let us say those who hold that the financial problems of the country may be solved with a printing press and a supply of green paper. To be snre, opinion as to what constitutes perfection In pie var ies. IndlTidual taste determines individual opinion in this as in other matters. Any sort of pie, to some people, is preferable to no pie at all. And there are those in whom pie which does not measure up to grade Is a pain in the neck and elsewhere. Furthermore, It is possible for a pie-hunger to become so strong that It -overcomes the discrimin ation of taste. The person who has never known pie as it should be made is fortunate. He has not devel oped a taste which is difficult to satisfy. But at the some time he is unfortunate, and that is by way of being a paradox. How ever, I have never known of pie so excellent in quality that the eater thereof overate In suffici ent quantity to require the at tention of more than one doc' never a pair o' doc's. The perfect pie does not im pel the stomach to send out SOa signals. It slips pleasantly Into the alimentary canal, and its course is marked only by gentle ripples of satisfaction happy memories of melting mouthfuls blissful anticipations of other mouthfuls yet to come. Frankly, I think the tourist in Europe, who missed so sadly the Dies of his homeland, was not a very good judge of pje, be cause his poetry was not very good poetry. It gave forth a wailing note, not In full keep ing with the highest pie stand ards. Pie and the same is some what true, I think, of other .di etary items is the result of In stinct, of inborn talent, or lack talent In the maker. The best pies I have ever eaten were made by a young woman from Denmark, who had never made a .pie before coming to this conn- try and whose only instruction in pie-making after her arrival here was given by a woman whose talent as a pie-maker was far from being of the highest order. The gods look down with lenient eye On her who makes a perfect pie After all, a god is only a god. Herewith a cheer for Alice Brady, who, with the assistance of Alan Mowbray and -Anita Lou ise, makes a corking screen com edy from Homer Cray's book, "Lady Tubbs". Among the past week's attractions at the Elsi- nore. This peaceful world: One day's headlines In an Oregon newspaper England Scraps Nav al Pact, Reign of Terror Har ries Ireland, Terre Haute Under War Law. Portland Radicals Keep Mills Idle, Nazis Strike at Youth Societies, 6000 Moslems March In' Protest Against Inter ference with their Worship, Jap an's Protest Fires Italy's Ire. "Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness." It still continues to be a good Idea. There Is said to be a young woman in Washington, D. C, whose position expressed in ini tials is as follows: S. A. A. A. D. S. R. D. U. S. E. S. L. D. Which is the brief manner of stating that she is secretary to the administrative assistant to the associate director of the standards and research division of the United States employment service of the labor department. I Imagine that Mr. Dickens, who so delighted in ridiculing circumlocutionary things in gov ernment, would have found some thing in the foregoing worthy making a note of. A middle west Justice of the peace dismissed without penalty a number of nudists who had been arrested and brought be fore him. The nudists were charged with having nothing on them, but the Justice found something on them, wherefore he decided there was nothing on them. Not much at which to wonder, do you think? that foreigners striving to acquire our language occasionally go haywire. In the latest issue of a nationally-circulated weekly, devot ed to newspaper workers, the score In the classified ads Is: Situations wanted; 20; help want ed, 1. J- D. H. TALMADGB Lynn Orerman in the "Men Without Names" picture: "I am up bright and early this morn ing because there were in my bed more reasons for getting up than for not getting up." It may be that I was the only one in the audience who enjoyed this. I enjoyed it because a memory popped Into my head a memory of a morning in a big hotel in the woods near the international boundary, when. I arose shortly after one o'clock because of more reasons for rising than there were for not rising. Fellow feel ing understanding, y'know. From such sentiment springs symphaty. I went out' under the stars that night and sat on a box with my back against a friendly tree. The box had been converted into a cage by the use of heavy wire netting. There was a young coyote in the box. Also there was an odor. And as I sat there drowsily the odor came out and mingled with the odor of the pines, and thus I came to know that the odor of the pines is no match for the odor of a coyote Confined in a box. But it flavors it some what. I suppose it was something like this that Hamlet meant, when he spoke of the ills that we know not of. It may be better to en dure the ills we have than to takejt chance on something else. Each day has its problems. Just the same CBO Is distinctly pre ferable to BBB. Every community and every group in every community has its humorous cutup and perpetrator of practical jokes. Some of these add materially to the Joy of liv ing. Some, a gratifying minor ity, do not. Those who do not are one reason why bo great a number of earth people are sad. There are, of course, other rea sons for human sadness the dif ficulty of making a living, the" accidents and ills Inevitable to frail bodies, the uncertainty of our grasp on things which we deem important O, plenty of other reasons. However, life is as it Is and must be met with such understanding as we have. There is a certain spirit of phil osophy, a certain courage, which enables us to see things through without protest. It is not easy of application. Personally, I have had a heap of difficulty with It, but I have seen it in operation here and there and know that it exists. But even this spirit does not seem to quite fill the necessary requirements when some human ass with a view to being funny does that which entails suffering upon un offending people. The high powered firecrackers now in vogue for celebrating Independ ence Day -offer an attractive means (I Judge from various items which have appeared in the news columns during the past three weeks) for satisfying a witless sense of humor as few other things hare done. At least one boy in Salem is still under medical treatment for a bad burn caused by a lighted fire cracker placed in his pocket July 4 th by a joker. Arms have been blown off. eyesight has been de stroyed, faces have been disfig ured, and eves deaths have re sulted in different parts of the country from explosives tossed for a joke and a merry ha-ha by folks who stand seriously in need of having their sense of humor lifted to a level of decency. I have some misgivings as to firecrackers being a stimulant to patriotism. I have no objection to-them as producers of thrills. Onee. years ago, I began a cele bration of the gee-lorious fourth by accidentally exploding a large firecracker in my left eye, and that eye, ceaselessly burning and stinging, went out of commission for the day. Also every pa triotic thought went out of my system. I was no more patriotic than a bear - with a sore foot. It is possible, you see, that I may be prejudiced. Woodwards Return From North Dakota SCOTTS MILLS, July 27. Mr. and Mrs. F. M. Woodward who have been visiting relatives and friends in North Dakota for sev eral weeks, hare returned home. Mr. and Mrs. Carl Millard. Mr. and Mrs.- W. A. Saueressig, Mrs. M. Conrad, Miss Evelyn Sowa and Mrs. Mabel Talbot of Silver ton were dinner guests of Mr. and Mrs. J. E. Saueressig. The Saueressigs have moved to their country home on Butte creek for the summer and Mr. Saueressig has been busy digging a well on the place. "THE SNOW LEOPARD" CHAPTER XVI Toole shook his head. "I dont intend to arrest Jeff Whipple until I learn more of Sire's game. But I do intend to get the documents and the junk. Then IH find out who's behind Jeff, in spite of Sire's se crecy." "How do yon intend to work it?" "TV already hired a soke next to Whipple's. Tiie house man at the Park-Victoria is helping me. Jeff will probably have lunch served is bis rooms, bat he wont be able to resist the bright lights of the dining rooms at night that's one of bis few weak point. When he's downstairs I intend to get into his Elace with a pass-key. He won't e expecting me. Ton read that little piece in the paper, didnt yon. about me being in Bellevue after taxi collision ?" "Suppose he sticks te his quar ters?" There's a four-foot ledge en that floor, with a stone fence around it miming dear across the building a loggia. I think they call it. Crawling from my rooms to fats in the small hours of the morning wont be such a job." "Look here. Toole, I want te de clare myself in on that job!" "I've taken the rooms in ytrar name." laughed Toole. "If a re spectable dump, inhabited mostly by people who have more money than they onaht to have." "Ill go over right now and take possession. "If you reach there at five this afternoon it'll be time enouzh. Brenda Whipple is the onlv one of the mob who knows you and she's outside the nook on her way to England. You won't have to hide. Just breeze in like a butter-and-egg man and make yourself at home. Ill cense along about six disguised as a Dorter." "Then there's nothing to do for four or five hours," fumed Bannis ter. "What about yourself?" "My resignation from the depart ment has been in for two weeks and I want to hurry that alowsr before Matt Boyle gets me on the carpet. He's using his political drag to do it. If he didnt have that, he'd be waving a red flasr at some railroad crossing; or shoving a wheel -barrow for building contractor. "Yet it was Matt who found out that it was Prince Jura Bai and not a harmless Filipino who had been murdered in the Sire apartment." "The hotel and the employment agency threw that into his lap. He was toe dumb to follow the doe they gave him at the Bits." "What was that?" "They told him that the Prince bad been seen at the opera and at mgfat clubs with a beautiful bru nette." "Brenda?" "Who else? I verified that only a half hour ago. Jeff and Brenda had been livuia In separate hotels. He was trying to butt into society by way ox the grand ball rooms while she was traipsing around with the Prince. Toole drew the toe of his shoe across the fringe of the rug, "Lots of loose ends to oriental rugs, hey?" he mused. "Did you tell Matt about our part in It Miss Sire s and mine?" Toole snorted. "No. I wonldnt tell that stiff the time of day if I was standing right in front of the Metropolitan dock tower. If I tipped him off about you and Miss Sire juggling with that knife, he'd have the pair of you looking out through the wire gauze at the Tombs in no time." "You're Queer fish. Toole 1" "Oh, we're the same breed of pups," the detective retorted, shift ing the simile to suit his own ver nacular. "I'm getting a punch out of this ease because I am thinking some bir. mysterious hand is work ing for big stakes against another big and mysterious hand. You're in it because yon love the girl." Bannister gripped the detective's arm. "Where do you think she is Toole smiled uneasily. "I dont think that even her father could force her into hidinr with all these queer things popping." he said. "It woolen surprise me if that little wild pigeon flaw in. through one of these windows any minute." Cooling OS I "What could Karen Mis Sire doT" "WelL after the way she worked that little business of the stiletto and the way she handled Brenda, we can only guess what she might do. IX she knew that Jeff was at the Park-Victoria with the stuff he stole from her father. I think she'd sro after him." Bantnster took to his feet. amazed. "Oh, dt down!" grunted Took. She- baa no way of knowing any thing about Big Jeff.. I'm pretty rare we've got that part of it sewed up." Bannister subsided. "It does look foolish," he admitted, "but I'd give a lot to know that shs was in a safe place this minute." Stick around here lor awhile she may call pp. I'm going out and try te get line on this Prince." If Matt Boyle had learned any thing new of Prince Jura Bai or of his murderer he did not impart the information to any of the after noon papers. So far as Bannister could see the case was at a tumul- htnous standatilL Dick was on bis war to the Park- Victoria at four. Bully was with him, despite Toole's protests that live pets were barred from hotel rooms and that the animal probably would bark at the wrong time, spoil ing their plana. Bnt the house detective at the hotel was complacent about the dog and managed to smuggle him np to the suite hired by Toole, remarking that a woman who had some kind of 'drag" with the management had just. taken rooms on the same floor. msisungioat ner aog oe permroea to remain with her. So far as he was concerned, he couldn't see why ? L ft , J i , a woman with chow was any bet ter than a man with an airedale. A woman with a chow?" Ban nister asked absently. vTes. and a man with an aire dale." 'A woman with a chow and with an airedale." Bannister repeated, with a flicker of interest. "Was It a red chowT' Yea. a red chow." And was its collar set with green medallions?" "The collar was green, yes. "The lady's hair what color was that?" Same color as the chows al most matched. Woukhrt these dames knock yon stiff?" Bannister already had been "knocked stiff." There were thou sands of chows in New York and thousands of red-haired ladies, just as there were innumerable tall men with brown hair and airedalf with wire hair, but- . "Was; the lady young and pretty stunning, yon might say?1 The noose man stratgntened np with a jerk. "I thought yon were here to help Toole get a line en Jeff Whipple, be said peevishly. "Now, if yoaYe going to be steered off by the rustle of skirts " "Nothing of the sort," inter rupted' Bannister hastily. "The in formation I'm asking for is right in line with the job," WelL the lady is youna and cer tainly net hard on the eyes. Say, you've been shooting trp, down and across why didnt yon ask lor her name in the first place?" "iier namer repeated Bannister stupidly, "What is her name?" The house man grinned. "She registered as Miss Amy Westcott, of Mamaroneck, New York." Bannister's jaw dropped. "But. that aint her name," the man went en. "How do yon know thatf "She didnt spell Mamaroneck right," "Is she in her rooms now?" Yea, but if I were you, I'd wait untO Toole comes along. Yon may be a bright enough fellow in your own way, hut it looks to me as though yon were somewhat of a ham as a detective." - With that, the house man walked out, leaving Bannister to digest the comment or burst, according ta his choice. Dick, without volition, did the latter, summoning to the process many Quaint and curious verbal ex plosives of extreme potency. Finally he walked to a window and looked eat upon the loggia of By Chris Hawthorne which Tools had spoken as includ ing the apartment taken by Jeff Whipple. BuQy was at his-heels, sniffing. Lifting the sash a few inches. Bannister permitted the dog to thrust his muzzle out into the air. Before him. and fully three hun dred feet below. Central Park stretched its green expanse, a sunken garden walled in by tower ing structures along Fifth Avenue and Central Park West. Bully clawed at his master's shoes and tried to wriggle his way through the narrow aperture be tween sill and sash, Dick was about to save him the run of the loggia when he made a discovery another dog was enjoying that privilege. The dog waa a chow a red chew. And it had a collar witfc green me dallions. Then he saw a shm white hand reach from the window next to Whipple's and draw the dog within. More than that, he glimpsed a golden Cambean Karen tire s hair I Bannister occupied the next min ute with swift, delirious thinking. Karen Sire was separated from him only by the width of one room. The spaes between taem was occupied by Big Jeff Whipple. The girl he loved was not there by accident; she had taken the suite adjoining W hippie no doubt with the sum purpose that Toole and himself had taken the place in which he wasiow standing. Probably without knowing Toole's plans, or his own part in their in tended execution, this astounding young woman had managed in seme way to trace Whipple te the hotel. What plan had Karen in mind? Did she intend to employ a woman's wiles as weapons upon this ruffian to play the nart of Delilah? What would her charm and cleverness avail against a conscienceless scoun drel whose trade was intrigue, who used women as tools and whose ever ready expedient was murder? The thought churned Bannister into a fury that demanded immedi ate action. He would go te Karen's room at once ha turned and rushed for the door. As ha seized the knob a thud sounded outside. Swinging the door open. Ban nister found the passage blocked by his own rawhide trunk. Toole, in the uniform of a-hotel porter, was standing behind it. Dick's energies were raciner like an canine off cear. Seizing the trunk, he hurled it into the room. "Come In. Tools I be snapped. "We're going te work right away. Things are pepping like corn on a hot skillet." Toole lingered with exasperating cahn in the hallway. "Karen Sire is in the room next to Whipple's !" Baanister whispered breathlessly, when Toole had en tered and dosed the door. Toole removed his porter's cap. opened the trunk and took out his derby. This he fitted te hie head with great precision, first having drawn his coat sleeve around the crows to remove any dost that might have accumulated upon it. "Yes?" he muttered finally. I said." repeated Bannister. measuring out each word and driv ing tt home with a dramatic pause. "that Karen Sire is in the rooms next to Whipple's on the other side I" Toole drew off his porter's coat and tossed it over a chair. Ddvkig again into the trunk, he found his own more familiar garment and pulled it on. "Does she know we're here?" he asked, adjusting the coat sleeves over bis cuffs. No!" roared Bannister severely. "Get away from that trunk or I'll Don't you see that Karen is in danger that she's walked right into the jaws " He stopped impotently. Toole was fUckinc his shoes with a handkerchief, employing the ether hand to pat Bully'a head. "Why the panic?" he drawled. "Miss Sire left the rooms just as I came along with the trunk didnt recognize me, though. She took that Chinese col lie with her probably going for a walk in the park across the street." - Bannister rnshed ta the window. "She's down there now near the boathonse," he said, after t mo ments eager scrutiny. (Te Be Continued)