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PAGE SIX The OREGON STATESMAN, Salem, Oregon, Friday Morning, September 11, 1936 "Foundad list , "No Favor Sway Vl No Fear ShaUAxotT I From First Statesman. March It, 1851 , : THE STATESMAN PUBLISHING CO. Charles A SPRAGUg f 4 Editvr-iianagtT , Sheldon F. Sackett; . . - - Mmnagina-Ei.'' Member of the Associated Press Tba "Associated PrM is escluatvaly entitled to the M for public- ; tlon of aU new dispatches credited to It or net othereiae credited ta , Enter the Cotton Picker j CONSIDERABLE concern is felt over impending social dislocations due to the invention of a successful cotton piclpng machined Lonff experimented on,1 a practical machine has been developed by Rust Brothers of Memphis, Tenn. The machine awaits large-scale operation however under field conditions; so its future is not positively fixed. The dansrer that is seen is that it will put out of employment tens of thousands of negroes now serve as cotton pickers. To avert the disaster of "wide spread distress through unemployment, the inventors have made some agreement to devote the profits from their enter prise to mitigating the injuries attending its introduction, and to limit the rate of manufacture in order to spread out longer the period of economic adjustment. ' j ; I Naturally the Machine will be slow in coming into gen eral use, just as the combined harvester has by no means supplanted the binder and stationary thresher. The cost of the machine will keep it out of the reach of the farmer with a small cotton.patch. While it cuts in two from $10 to $5 the cost of picking a bale of cotton, the machine is said to waste considerably more of the fibre, so until it is perfected the . .jvEvings may not be so great as anticipated. The optimists see profitable cotton at five cents a pound. ! J j Mrs. Mildred G. Barnwell, writing in ! the "Textile World" after a field trip to investigate the picker says that it is safe to presume the machine will not create a violent economic upheaval. She goes on to say: j "Actual farm labor share croppers and tenants- will not be displaced. The sufferers will be the seasonal help, hired by the day, as supplementary labor. These laborers have Jobs la town daring the rest of the year they will make them year round. : i - "We shall produce more cotton at less cost than any other nation we shall maintain high living standards on the farm; cotton will still be king." ' The introduction of labor-saving machinery has not only relieved the farmer of much hard physical labor. It has resulted in great expansion of production which makes possi ble the feeding and clothing of larger populations. And the general standard of living has improved on farms and in t cities since machinery came into general use. Statistics tell ; the I story. About 1860 the number of persons i engaged in agriculture was one to six in ratio with the whole population ; now the ratio is one to twelve. An authority has estimated 4 thai in 1895 the production per labor hour of all major crops averaged about five times what it had been in the early part ? of the century. In the succeeding period to 1925 agricultural labor productivity increased 74 per cent. That increase has continued because more and more mechanical power is being installed on farms. The small tractors now so popular are speeding up farm work (reducing number of hours in the farming process). The cotton picker is just an extension of the same idea. j These machines lift the burden of toil from the backs of , men! and women. They increase the abundance which human ity has to consume and enjoy. They release for other useful occupations men no longer needed in hard manual toil. This technological adjustment is ordinarily not disastrous ; and with the constructive attitude of the inventors of the cotton picker the displaced pickers may be absorbed into other occu pations, perhaps to the improvement of their own situation. Certainly they get little enough from the meagre living that is provided them on the cotton pickers wage, j j One grave danger which niay be seen i3 the consolidation of cotton acreage into large units, displacing the small pro prietor, and accentuating the large plantation evil that now vexes the south. On the other hand smaller machines, perhaps community owned, may bring the advantages to the. small farmer the same as the small combine has saved the day for the small wheat grower. j I Another development m farming is contract farming where the farmer hires a man with machines to perform specific operations like plowing, seeding, harvesting. Already done now on a small scale this plan may spread in order to escape the high investment in machinery for small acreages. One farmer, who had tried the contract plan! for his wheat harvest with satisfaction, and who was observant of changing labor conditions on the farm where labor demands limitation of hours, etc.. said it misrht come about that men would make V a business of contract farming and would haul their labor back and forth rom the towns for the day's work. While savings may be seen in this method due chiefly to reduction in capital investment in machinery on each farm, the hazard to the farmer is dependence on outside outfits at critical seasons, that and the danger of labor troubles. j In all the discussion about agriculture in recent years most of the emphasis has been put on selling prices for pro duce. Little consideration, has been given to changes in farm ing costs due to rapid introduction of machines. The farm problem is no longer simple. It involves besides selling prices, cost prices, the problems of land ownership,' of machinery financing, and now of laborT The last is not least. The farm .laborer has indeed been a forgotten man. If used wisely the cotton picker which threatens to dispossess him even of a humble job may succeed in bringing him emancipation. Smuts Diagnoses Trouble GENERAL Jan Smuts of South Africa emerged from the world war and the peace conference with the greatly added prestige of statesmanship to his high reputation as a military commander. He was one of the few who criti cised the settlement of Versailles; and has been conspicuous as a leader in the effort for improved racial and international understanding. "" ' j In a lately published interview in the "Natal Advertiser" General Smuts put his finger on the present trouble in Eu rope: the failure of France and England to stop Mussolini in his mad Ethiopian adventure. Out of. that defeat rises the fascist revolt in Spain, thinks Smuts. To quote : "If France and Britain had stood firm in that crisis and seen the League through, the position In the Mediterranean would now- be safer, for the League would both hare proTed itself and hare become a, real bulwark against revolution and aggression. "I am sure that the Spanish business la closely connected with the Italian business, and the two together hare created a situation In the Mediterranean' which must necessarily give the greatest concern to all Mediterranean Powers. Not only has the breakdown of the League resulted In the Mediterranean situation but in a wild armaments race. - j j .. ; "I frankly admit that rearmament may seem the only -alternative after the desertion of the League and the abandon ment of the policy of collective security. . "My point is that the armaments race shonld never have become necessary, but now we have started this scramble for armaments the question is how are we ever going to get out of ' Smuts thinks the economic as well as political situation of Europe calls for review, economic troubles threatening the future basis of European society. He is inclined to favor a conference for "friendly and heart-to-heart consultation rather than to try to tinker with the league of nations or rely on conventional e diplomacy. Roosevelt appears to have had the round table idea; but the reaction to the idea has been adverse. To succeed a conference must start with some degree of goodwill. With dictators running amok that essence is lacking. Apparently all the ordinary citizen may do at the moment is just to hang on, man and impoverished whites who and hope. , ; f ie itecord By DOROTHY THOMPSON The Outcast ' BRIDGEPORT, Conn., Sept. 4. () "R e m o v a 1 from the "classrooms of the city's three high schools of Victor Hugo's "Lea Miserable! and Alexandre Dumas' Three Musketeers' and Twenty Years After was re ported today. The two school commissioners. . . who objected to the books. . . based their ob jections on religious grounds . . . said that the novels 'touch on Immorality and . . . are on the Index of the Catholic J Church." - .-. There was an ingrain carpet in the parsonage study, white mus lin curtains, a walnut writing desk with bul- bous less, a shabby armchair and a store with. winking Isin glass eyes. The room smelled of old books. The Collected S e r -mons of Phillips Brooks; of Hen ry Ward Beech- er. The collected works of Sir Darotfcy Taoaia Walter Scott and Charles Dick ens. jn His steps- ana "me Wide, Wide World." Poems of Al fred. Lord Tennyson. "The Rise and FaU of Rome." Emerson and Carlyle. "The Rise of the Dutch Republic." " It was an Immense book, fully eight Inches thick. In a faded green cloth cover, i Papa, what does 'Less Mlser- ables' mean?" " 'Les Miserables. French. And it means 'The Wretched.' 'The Outcasts.' " "Is It a story, papa? "Yes, dear, a novel." "Would I like it?" "I don't know. Why don't yoo try and see?" Lying on the ingrain carpet be fore the stove, the big book be tween propped elbows. A bitten r and forgotten apple. i There was a French Tillage, with strange streets, and wander ing through them a ragged, beard ed man, with haggard cheeks and burning eyes. Jean Valjean (I called It Jeen Yaljeen.) fresh from the alleys; nineteen years of chains and pain for stealing a loaf of bread. An Inn. with steam ing kitchen,, spitted , meats, warmth, comfort,' and the hungry man, with the yellow , passport, turned away.-. . ' Then the Bishop's house, white-: washed and barren. He gave all he had to the poor. Lamplight,1 and a knock on the door. Through " the wlndowpane ' the unkemnt head and the wild eyes. "Come In." And they set a place tor him. Burnished the silver and save him a bed. In the night he stole the silver. And the Bishop gave him the. candlesticks as well. Brother, I have bought your soul of you. . . I give it to God." Tears splashed down on the pages. : . 'Oh, ho! Cry baby! Crying over a book!" "I'm not!" "You are!" ' ! - . "I am not!" r 'Now, ndw, no tantrums. Doro thy. Willard. stop teasing : your sister." : ' f ' The light burning- In the bed room shone through a crack hn- der the door. It opened. A face and a scolding voice. "It's nearly iv o ciock. xou should have been asleep for hours. No readlne in bed!" A burning candle would throw a weaker beam. It flickered on the page, but one could read. Fantine. the Eirl of the Pari streets, was deserted. Her baby. the little Cosette. she left with an Innkeeper's wife. The child ate with the cat and dojr under the table. Her foster parents pawned ner clothes for money. And far away the mother destroyed her beauty, sold her golden hair sold her lovely teeth, for more money to send to the child. In the can dlelight of her wretehed room she ! smiled an awful, gaping smile ! irom a mouth stained with blood. a little girl sobbed into her nil- low over the pain of the poor and me com-neartedness of mankind. . ,: There was Javert. the man of probity, the man of rules. He pur sues, ine convict like a dog On the scent. The law is without soul . A man exDiates his vrnnr ka rises from The dregs; he builds an industry; he builds a town. He lifts the poor.. He rescues Fantine and Cosette. What he builds op and saves', the law reaches out to destroy again. "Papa, are the laws better now?" " : - "Much better, my child. But not as good as some day they . may be." "Darling, you really mustn't read at dinner. Put your book away." "Aw, come on. Leave the old book. Come on out and play." ; "I don't want to play. Leave me alone." - Wellington and Bluecher and the Battle of Waterloo. Napoleon! The Michael Angelo of war! Flash of sabers, gleam and bayonets, red light of shells, monstrous colli sions and a great Idea at stake: Freedom and the Dignity of Man. Tap, tell me about the French Revolution." - - "--:t-;'; .-' ;' -' 'i ";: : ' There was Gavroche, the gut tersnipe of Paris, vagabond and barricader, who housed himself In the insldes of the plaster mon ument of an elephant. Tawdry symbol of a great time gone to seed. Marl us, , the elegant youth, carried halt " dead through the stinking, rat-infested Paris sewer. A Dictator dead; the law gone sourf the light forgotten; an em pire decaying. A world worn tfut by war. Meanness and wretched ness; poverty and squalor. A glory tattered and revolution aflare. Sacrifice and heroism; cupidity and generosity; terror and nobility. Men weak and cor rupt, men strong and kind. A hi shop and a galley slave. Out of On the R . t Bid's f or By R. J. HENDRICKS First bridge across ! -ll-3f Willamette was at Salem not Portland; Oregonian off: S Here la a clipping from the Portland Oregonian of September Flrst Willamette Bridge "TO the Editor: That was an interesting account of the Corbett homestead by Mr. Holbrook in The Oregonian Sunday, bnt be is certainly mistaken in his state ment of the building of the first bridge In 1880. "I came to Portland In 1884 and there wasn't any bridge across r the river at that time. There was a pier for a bridge in the river opposite Morrison street, which, I was told, was built the year before, bat the building of the bridge was stopped by an injunction suit brought J3y the Stark Street Ferry company and the building ct the bridge was held up a couple of years, and first bridge built In 1886 or 1887. G. C. KIRS ELL, - "1600 Southwest 4th avenue. "Editor's note: The first Morrison-street bridge, which was also the first , Willamette river bridge, was completed and opened in 1887." W The Oregonian Is incorrect. That was the second Willam ette river bridge, not the first. The first Willamette river bridge was built at Salem In 1881. U For a generation, the more enterprising people of Portland and East Portland (they were two cities then) made a fight for a bridge across the Willam ette river there.- Bnt, up to 1886, there was no wagon bridge at any point over this river. In that year, the first bridge across the Willamette was built at Salem; at the same point where the present one is. . : ". This first bridge was washed away by the flood of 18 SO, and another one took its place that year. The second one lasted 28 years, when it was considered dangerous, not having been built to accommodate automobile traf fic. So the second one was torn down and replaced by the third and present one la 1918. M V Is f The main reason tor the delay at : Portland . twin cities was the monopoly of the owners of the old 8tark street ferry, which for many long years was as good as a gold mine. Many attempts were made to break the monopoly and get.a bridge-. When a company was ready and actually starting to build the first one, at Morrison street, a suit taken to the federal courts delayed it. - ":' During that long fight, the poem around the lines, "They're going to build, I feel it yet, a bridge across the Willamette, was familiar to most Oregonians. It was a humorous production. calculated to shame the slothful- ness of Portland's people-' "m V A news article in The States man of Tuesday, November 30, 1886, nearly 60 years ago, will tell : of the first wagon bridge across the Willamette river. It follows: - S "The Statesman - opened the bridge war on the last days of February and It commenced to warm up In March. "This paper was laughed at, and was the subject of much unfavor able comment In the start, but Its persistent hammering brought the enterprising citizens to the sup port of the scheme, and after that it was comparatively smooth sail ing . . . Well, the fight was fought and won, and on July IS the con tract was signed, but construc tion did not commence until some time after that date. "The bridge cost-about 1 5 0,0 09. The contract called . for the com pletion of the bridge on Novem ber 29, and at abont 5:80 last evening (the 29th) the last work was done on the , contract . -. The bridge and approaches, as Ten Year j Ago September 11. 102 - Health league - tights Impure water: education campaign Is launched as 100 representatives confer. : :- Mrs. Alice Glendenning, adopt ed, daughter of Alfred T. DuPont, powder magnate, was granted a decree of. divorce from Harold Glendenning. 'An air taxi company charging a. flat rate of 25 cents a mile has been placed In operation In Portland. ( Twenty Years Ago 1 September llj 10 II i Union men seek td stop all ear service In New- York '""city, traf fic will, be paralysed if strike order proves effective. The big problem now is to find a way to pacify the- border. Mex icans and American envoys seek a comprehensive scheme. ' Salem people and neighboring folk Invited Barnnm and Bailey to return soon as they putjn a good show last night. the dregs of life, beasts and saints. ' There must have been some thing that I have forgotten. 1 didn't know it was an Irreligious book. . But U was all-so long age. e e "Father, may I read this book?" "What, that? No. indeed. Must be i pretty tough. That's the one the schools banned. . ' " ; "Read the fannies instead. Or a magazine. Here's a good story: Boy meets girl on millionaire's yacht. Wholesome. . . Or listen to Pop-Bye on the radio. . . Or here's opyrifkt 1930. Yk Tribes. Uc khsk orea now completed, and as called' for in the contract, is about 1040 feet from end to end. and the additional approaches at each end make up abont 2160 feet, or near ly a half mile long. "Nearly a half mile of bridge. "And, what's more, it's free, and we extend to aU the people on the other side a cordial invita tion to come and see us." . U . It was explained In the article that the Salem ' end of the ap proach, not a part of the main contract, would be done with an other day's work,' and that the Polk county approach would re quire a few more days work. U - The building of the first bridge across the "Willamette was the start of a period of substantial growth for. Salem. An idea of some of the forces. originating tnerein will be given the present day reader by quoting from the same issue of The States man (Nov. 30, 1886), an edi torial article. (Continued tomorrow.) NORMALLY THE Joints of the foot as well as other joints of the body are structures , contained within small sacs. The space Is filled with "synovial fluid", which lubricates the joint. The sac it self is called the "bursa". It is not uncommon for the tis sues forming the bursa to become Inflamed. Pressure or irritation caused by wearing improperly fitted ahoee, or the lack of foot hygiene, may lead to bursitis, the technical name tor Inflammation of the sac. The overlying skin be comes thickened and the big toe is forced inward. This produces the deformity called a bunion. I Contrary to the popular idea, a . bunion, or "hallux valgus", as it is known medically, is not always I the result of wearing an improperly-fitted shoe. The defect may be traced to some constitutional disorder, such as arthritis, gout, diabetes or rheumatism. May Be Inherited Occasionally the condition ap pears without any such bistoir as I have suggested. In such cases, it is believed by some of the au thorities to be inherited. I am not greatly impressed by this theory. In most instances, certainly, it win be found that a severe blow ox other injury, the wearing of tight shoes or the lack of foot hygiene is responsible for" the trouble. If the defect is recognized In its early stages, cure can be accom plished by massage, the wearing of proper shoes, foot exercises and the use of special foot baths. In most instances, unfortunately, the condition is neglected, the physi cian not being consulted until se vere damage has been done the af flicted joint. Then, complete cure can be expected only as the result of a minor surgical operation. Many persons resort to the use of bunion plasters. Sometimes these are beneficial and may aid a lot in preventing further irritation. Their value lies in the fact that they remove pressure from the sore or inflamed joint. But sucn palliative treatment la unlikely to effect a cure. Unless the sufferer stops wearing tight and pointed shoes and gives greater care to the hygiene of his feet, it is probable he will never overcome the affliction. to Health Qoerles L I Q What can be done to improve the complexion T I am a young girl of sixteen. A. Proper diet and regular hab its should bring about results. For further particulars send a stamped, self-addressed envelope and repeat your question. . H. L. Q. What do you advise for anemia? I am a young girl of 23 and this condition affects my entire system. A- Make every effort to im prove your general health and re sistance. Proper diet, rest and re laxation, sun and fresh air are im portant in the treatment. For fur ther particulars send ' a stamped, self -addressed envelope and repeat your question. Dr. Cpelaa4 ! gU ftMwer ' - taqaiaiM treat wim wk & mm ftildrMMS, stamped mtcIos with ' their ee tles. Address all letters U Dr. CpU4 la ears ( this wsaepvr M Urn ssaia estee ta this uy. (Copvrtot. t$S9. JC J". C tnej Former Residents Are Honored With Party; Dinner For Newlyweds CENTRAL HOWELL. Sept. 10. Mr and Mrs. John Tweed in vited a tew friends, to spend the evening Saturday in honor of Mr. and Mrs. Fred W. Durlin of Port land who spent Saturday night and Sunday at the Tweeds. The Durline at one time owned the Henry Roth place and lived here for a number of years. Present at the Tweed, home Saturday night were: Mr. and Mrs. Durlin. Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Simmons, Mr. and Mrs. Robert Jans, Mr. and Mrs. sen Ames and Mr. and Mrs. Tweed. Miss Kmoaene Wood went to Corvallls Tuesday to spend the winter with Mrs. Grace Palmer, who recently moved there from Silvertosu- . Mr. and Mrs. Clifford Dougher ty, who were married at Park River, North Dakota, August 26 were guests of Mr. Dougherty's sister, Mrs. Clarence Simmons and family Saturday and Sunday. In vited to dinner Sunday in . honor of Mr. and Mrs. Dougherty were Mr. and Mrs. Oscar WIgle, Clold and Charley Wigle. Mr. and Mrs. Kelly Stanard and Mr. and Mrs. Robert Jans. Mr. and Mrs. Loren Gower are moving from Silver ton to the El- Tin Herr home. s " Health By Royal S. CopeUmd. M.D. Csjlitfecriiig irlf7 mayqstie CHAPTER XXXI Jake returned from his bed room troin whence he had tele phoned Drouet's. He suspected the very worst now of these peo ple and had taken the precaution of slipping his revolver into his trouser pocket, a - "It's no good to try and - bluff it out." he said heavily. "This girl of mine has all the evidence against you. She even went back to the hotel in Hot Springs to get all the dope on you she could, from these ladies who 'knew you and the real Prince Karinof f in Europe. Yon, Madame, were never summoned hack to town by tele gram. Ton were afraid to face them, and so both of yon left. Also it's my belief that those iden tification papers of yours, sir. are faked, or that you stole them from the real prince at some time or other. Another point we have against you is that you never de clared that necklace on entering the United States. We can set the federal agents on you." "Shut up, yon s-s-social-climb-er! -His meticulous foreign ac cent slipped from . him as t h Prince snarled at Jake. , It was all Jake could do, rug ged Westerner that he was, to keep from smashing his huge fist Into that treacherous face. But Vernon's reputation held him back. Were the police to be called in, the story that- would break In the newspapers would do nothing to help either her or her mother in their social climb! He did not realize that Vernon was already weary of so-called "Society. T'r heart and mind were filled ith a real man. who now through her own folly In encouraging this Impostor - did not want her. Aid his name was Terry Shannon. - - . . "Yes. this Is the real necklace. These are the missing diamonds." said the manager of Drouet's some twenty minutes later, in the din ing room. Mr. Drouet opened his wallet and now scrutinized the gems through a powerful glass screwed to his eye. He confirmed the de cision. "What have you to prove." Ver non asked quickly, "that this Is the genuine Karinoff necklace, Mr. Drouet?" "The papers with the Customs House stamp on them, delivered to us by Prince Karinoff himself when I entered into negotiations with him for the selling of his necklace. Mr. Drouet opened his wallet and produced declaration papers showing that duty amounting to 15500 had been paid by Prince Karinoff to the Customs House, on his necklace. A gleam of malicious triumph not untinged with fear darted like some serpent across the Prince's features, then as quickly van ished. His face became mask like. "Thank you Mr. Drouet. Will you take this necklace back now. and give me a receipt for it?" Vernon asked quietly. "Tomor row morning I shall come to your shop to take back my father's check, for 850,000, the amount of the insurance of the necklace. You can then also return to me the note I signed for It making me responsible." "Certainly, Miss Tyson. Is that all? We had been hoping er that you might be er disposed to purchase these exquisite gems?" "No thank you. We are not In the market for them." She showed the two men out and then quickly returned to the dining room. "Since the Inquisition is over, I presume we may now take onr leave?" inquired "Prince Karin off sarcastically. "Not until I have given you my ultimatum," Vernon rejoined qui etly. Her glance went from her father to the Prince, and then on to the woman known as Mertina de Bray. "I could have you com mitted to prison Mr. Metchaeva because you deliberately stole that necklace from me, and it was only fear only absolute certainty of a show-down that made your wife there " she looked again at Mertina "return It to ns now. "As for the Customs papers which Mr. Drouet just showed us, where you are alleged to have paid the sum of 85500 on this his toric 'antique, there is no record of any such transaction at the Customs House therefore those papers are a forgery. I shall ad vise Mr. Drouet to have them ex amined tomorrow morning by an expert." ;- The Metchaevas remained si lent, white with feat and anger. "You heard what your ac quaintance from abroad, Mrs. Na omi Walters, said when she greet ed you in our drawing room, continued Vernon. "You are not Prince Karinoff, but yon are Serge Metchaeva, and your passport in my possession bears that out. The real Prince Karinoff, as you well know, died a bachelor, without relatives. In assuming: his name, you stole his papers and his neck lace. Constantinople has an Am erican consul who would have every detail for ns. "Since you're so smart, what are yen going to do now. Miss Sherlock Holmes?" Mertina sud denly spat out. "I'm going to give you a chance to clear off before the exposure," Vernon answered calmly, "and if my parents and I ever run into either of you again, we do not know yon." She opened her hand bag. "Here, take your passport. You may need It. Remember, however, that I have In my pos session a photostatic copy of it." Mertina grabbed the passport wordlessly. At a nod from Ver non, she and her accomplice hur ried from the apartment. The moment the front door closed. Sadie Tyson burst like a whirlwind into the dining room. Oh. have these terrible people gone? . Why, Maggie, it's perfectly true they've been married all along the ladies have told me everything, they know about them! . ' She came over to her husband and her daughter. Jake had his arm around Vernon. Vernon was crying. ''Maggie dear forgive me si it was all my fault, pushing him on to Syou the way I didj oh, the horrible blackguard!" i And Mrs. Tyson ffung her pudgy arms around thetwo peo ple who were dearest in in worm to her. and w e p t disillusioned tears with her young daughter In a cosily upholstered corner of the sniart Pilgrim Restaurant, Nan Rnshlngton a pretty picture in her riding clothes as lunch ing with her equestrian compan ion of the morning, Terry Shan non.. ... She bad: wanted to take him to her favorite speakeasy i Firstly, because a; plot was hatching in her mind, and - as everyone knowS-4-pqtent; drlnkswlll loosen the tongue; and free the -emotions, and generally give one jfoolhardy courage- for the moment. Secondly. Terry was I so hand' trim a i and attractive, land she wanted all "the gang" to see him with her. I The! fact thatbey were both in riding:! kit would give an added intimate touch toy the spec tacle.! ! j But Terry apparently liad other views asito 4 correct I luncneon rendezvous. Tiresome df him not to approve of Ing cocktails, middle, of the roanc rtrls drink particularly in the day. . . Of course that might! prove his special interest in her? Had she been nothing in the wotld to him so j reasoned! Nan h wouldn't have : cared either way. i, . . KtiHJ thft Pilerira was! a charm ing spotj andj there wire plenty of women Nan knew ajound the small, flbwer-jaden tabf es. They cast interested glances at the good-looking pair.' It would help Nan's purpose for the f gossip to circulate, auu jiuw own; - ter, and plenty of-It! I Nan chuckled Inwardly as she recollected the smart saanner in which she had that morning re moved Terrylfrom her cousin Ver non's tiresome presences vernon was sweet on! him. of Course, but didn't have the wits like Nan to crab him if or herself. It was a stranre coincidence ithat Ver non (should have stroked that noon along the bridle path In Central P a rjk. almost! upsetting Nan's i apple-cart. Probably not coincidental at all. thought Nan the wily shejjwouldn't put it past Vernon to have telephoned Terry, and have learned he had gone horseback riding, andf gone out deliberately to the Park to lnves tigateas shift would have done i herself. i Well, here he was alone with rreat gcod looks her now in after! his ride, and lit excellent humor. She'd make hay while the sun shone outdo Vernon further. Terry had ordered sjn appetiz ing, lunch. He had masterful ways her, spoiled ! fhild that she wasJ yet gave mm auutru aeai. She said iow, her eyes turned soulfullv uni at him. and Nan's eyesi were perhaps the best fea ture! in her piquant Dttle face: "D'you JtnowU Terry. I simply love you when you're bossy?r He grinned! boyishly, Ehis teeth a flash of white In his tanned face. "Then you'd go mad about me if you saw me In -my fiative ele ment! I can be a pej-fect ogre, I assure von ; i "You meanl out In the back of beyond? A I kind of Simon Le- gree with yor construction gang? Is that it?" i! 11 Oh. not as bad as that. But I'm accustomed to get my own They Isay I'm si fiend for way, work, and-wpe betide anyone who isn't up to the mark. "It must le heavenly out ther. I'd adore It. There's nothing I'd lovel better than to go! with you, Terry.7" ' II !$ ' . .'Nonsense., You'd be bored to death in a couple of dfcys. You're not the sort (for roughing it." ?But I amv I tell I you you don't know me. Just because you see me here jin this kind of a set ting! you misjudge me You think I'm i a hothouse lily, fwhen I'm really a a-i-" 1 "Cactus plant?" f "You meaji I'm prickly? That's horrid of yoti!" she poured. He laughed. "Shall I say. a rose with thorns, since you like pretty speeches? Come, Nan, you cant deny you were a! bit barbed with your pretty cousfti less than an hour ago when we ran Into her in the Park? i ' '0h! Vernon?" Nan shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly as she speared a portion of oeufs sur le plat, But jshe was! thinking: "Now is the psychological moment to! get In the good work!" She said: "I didn't feel (particularly sweet to Vernon. I'll (idmlt I was a bit tight at the Gypsy Pavilion after the Pageant, when you in sisted on taking me f home, you sweet thing! i But Vernon, for all her shy manner, went jtae one bet ter!! Oh yes. It's true.lTerry. that those quiet 1 girls go to lengths we Jollier ones wouldn't that still waters irun deep- She saw Terry's face stiffen. Before he could stop! her. voice his disapproval of her lack of loyalty to her cousin, ishe contin ued; in a kind of deprecating way: "Of course It's largely her moth er's fault poor Aunt ladle's such a snob It's pathetic, (with that background! , Texas f hogs, you know and then oil fand it's all a tarradlddte that Vernon ever went to a convent! She's twenty-two. if she's a day and her mother's simply desperate to have her 'marrv; into Society. as she calls it Why. she offered Prince Karinoff goodness alone knows how much hard cash if he'd marry Vernon! Ij suspect he balked for further money I don't know where ther hitch lay. or if they're engaged or not, really but I do know that after we left the Gypsy Pavilion, Vernon spent the re mainder of the night in his apart ment. ' f . Terry said bluntly! I don't believe Itf - ' . "Why, df course "she did. you big J simpleton! , Why she came up-from Hot! Springs. Heaving her mother ill and unfit tof travel back to, town and she wired Karinoff to meet her at the train she told me so herself a grated time was arranged between t he m Jbetore, hand! He gave her a diamond necklace you saw he wearing It that nightJ IWhy, If ishe doesn't marry him and the story should leak out, she's compromised her self terrifically with him!' "That is her business, and not oars, said Terry icily. CHAPTER XXXII He 'changed the subject brus quely. "Look over there -Isn't that Henson trying to attract your attention."- Nan knew she had said enough more than enough. She gur gled: "Why of course thtt'i 'Foggy. She waved to him. He came over. "Going to the Van Tyles' re ception tonight. Nan?" "Foggy" Inquired. "If so, thought I might be privileged to escort you?" "Too late, old dear." She smiled brilliantly up at him. "This handsome Terry is one lap ahead of - you. He's taking me to night." Which was untrue. But Terry hsd accepted the Van Tyles' invitation. They were old friends of his. It would be churlish to decline to escort Nan. since she put it In that way. Crestfallen, Foggy" departed. He was a very rich, albeit a very homely looking youth, and unac customed to being turned down by impecunious damsels. His small, piggy eyes blinked short sightedly and irritably as he re turned to 'his table. "The white rabbit's disappoint ed. Isn't he the ngliest ever? He's quite Crazy about me, Nan chuckled. "You flatter me by picking on me as an escort," Terry said. Was it her fancy, or was there decided sarcasm in bis voice? No time to lose. He might ba swept from her at the Van Tyles. With all her shallow little heart, she told herself she wanted Terry. "There Isnt anyone in the world I'd sooner go with." She plucked a big yellow marigold from the vase in the center of the table, and started to pull off its petals, whispering very softly but Terry heard it "He loves me he loves me not " 'Destructive child!" But there was an amused look in Terry's eyes that Nan mistook for tender ness. "I wish I were destructive, really! She took a, deep breath and plunged right In. "I wish I could destroy your peace of mind, Terry darling. You're so self-contained and yet under it all un der your masterful ways y o a could be most loving and devoted. You're the faithful kind. There areu' many in this town. The girlfyou'd carefor would be' ter ribly lucky!"" "You flatter me. A man like Henson would be a much better bet. He could give a girl every material thing she fancied." "Bah! As though money mat tered in the least!" cried Nan. who had already satisfied herself that there was "oodles of cash" in Terry's family. "A tent in the desert with the one you loved He got up hastily. That last phrase made him think of Vernon Tyson. What an enchanting eve ning they had passed together in the Desert Oasis, . when she had seemed to him a veritable sweet heart like the answer to a lovely dream. They had gazed together on those painted desert scenes. His heart ached when -he thought of that evening. For mud now clung to her dain ty skirts mud from the Karin off affair ' "I have an appointment. I must go. I'll call for you at nine tonight,-Nan." he said brusquely. ; She did not argue his depart ure. "I've scared hlm. but the idea's planted, and will grow." she told herself as she smiled sweetly at him. She'd bring mat ters to a head tonight, at the Van Tyles, it she could contrive it. Vernon would not be there. That would make matters easier. '. It .was exactly nine o'clock as "Foggy" Henson rang the door bell of the Tysons tower apart ment. In his left hand he not only held his stick - and gloves, but a large florist's box. His small, rabbit-like countenance had a bland look of satisfaction on it. The maid opened the door. He took a quick look at himself in the mirror in the foyer. Scanty yellow hair, meticulously brushed. High forehead. Much tilted nose. Prominent teeth. Receding chin. Pasty complexion. But 'Foggy" fluttered h I s vi h He eyelashes that veiled his pale, short-sighted orbs as coyly as any debutante at her own pleasing reflection. " Money gilds the pill poor "Foggy" was a pill in more ways than one but&the girls had never let him realig it. In default of Nan Rushington, he was escorting her lovely 'sea sin. Vernon Tyson, to the Van Tyles' party. ' The idea had come to him. in a bound. He had tele phoned Katrlnka Van Tyle that he was bringing a new belle to her small, hospitable house in the East Seventies. Katrlnka had needy-son who was susceptible, A rich, beautiful young girl vouched for by well-born "Foggy" would be persona grata. True, he hadnt been able to get in touch with Vernon directly. He had telephoned around six- thirty, and fixed things with her mother, whom he had met but once and been amused by t h queer old party. Katrlnka Van Tylet name had done the trick. Katrlnka came of a wonderful family. ; "Will you take these flowers to Miss Tyson and tell her I'm here?" Foggy handed Arlene the cardboard box as he entered the empty drawing room of the apart ment. A few moments later. Mrs. Ty son bustled in. She had been hav ing rather a difficult time with Vernon. But it would be the best thing in the world for her girl to be seen in public and in such, a home with Mr. Henson. It would take her mind off that shocking interview with the Matchaeva - de Bray-Karlnoffs. . . . ! "Such beautiful white orchids. Mr. Henson! You're too liberal! Not that Vernon doesn't do them full Justice! I've made her wear her white satin!" - (To be Continued) 4 K 'it V : 1 H .1 I - " 1 -A: i J