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PAGH 0BND BVUJPtUI, BJaND, OKBGON, THUIUUAY, IiKCKMllKH 20, Mat. 900 CHILDREN GIVEN TREATS AT EXERCISES JOIN IN COMMUNITY OBSERVANCE ATTENDANCE RECORD Program Headed By Shevlin-HIon Hand Kajoyed by Clilldrvn Suntn Claus Hccolved Willi Joy Kxcrrlscs Well lreontod. Nine hundred children attended Inst week's community Christmas tree, staged nt tlio American Legion building by the Sunday schools; and It the. applause accorded the various numbers Is any criterion, all of them enjoyed the. various numbers from the opening concert by the Shovlln Illxon band to the final appearance of Santa Claus through the fireplace on the stage Tlio auditorium was not quite so crowded as it was for the community tree a year ago, but tor the reason that tho children wero given first opportunity to get seats, mora ot them wero able to enjoy the pro gram; and since little folk do not take up so much room as their elders, It Is safe to say that there were more people in the building last night than ever beforo In Its history. Fifty poople wore turned away when Fire Chief Carlon decided that the build ing would hold no more safely. Attractive boxes ot candy, the treat arranged by the Woman's Civic league wero passed among the chil dren shortly after Santa Claus ar rived, and although 904 boxes had been prepared', there were a few chil dren who received none. Numbers Intrmtlng The youthful performers In the several exercises prepared by the Sunday schools were all well drilled, and presented a well balanced and interesting program. Among the most striking were the musical exer cise "Why tho Chimes Rang Out," "The Star,", a drill participated In by 20 girls, and tho tableau "Rock ot Ages." Clever recitations by the little folks were all pleasing. Including "Christmas," by Edith Holt, "A Boy's Wants," "Adrjce," by Roberta Ben netj, "A Christmas Wish," by Vir ginia Carpenter and "Farewell" by Robert Friborg. IJUlo Folk Take Part Exercises by the younger children were "A Golden Word," by five chil dren of the Baptist Sunday school, the song "O Night of Gladness" by Hugh Clapp, Mary Bennett and Lena Dyer, a Christmas exercise by Lundy Orr, Ralph Grimes, Marie Frlberg, John Curry. Dorothy Curry and Wes ley Lucas, and "Halt a Dozen Snow Birds," by Vernon Forbes, Jr., Rob ert De Armond and Walter Pease. Those taking part In "Why the Chimes Rang Out," were Connie Ma honey, Mary Hennessy, Violet De Boer, Mary Holland, Margaret Jonas, Kntherlne Dugan, Sarah Davis Helen McLaughlin, Ruth Garske, Luella Halverson, Mary Miller. The exer cise was directed by Misses Marie Brosterhous, Mary Cody and Eva Roach. ' The tableau "Rock of Ages" was portrayed by Florence Curry, Marie Frlberg, Grace Linton, Lulu McFad den and Anna McNeal, while the Bong was sung by Miss Dolores Cat low. Girls wka appeared In "The Star" drill were Florence Brown, Gladys Connolly, Krma Lehrmann, Mary Broughton, Elolso Spencer, Dorothy Taylor, Margaret Whipple, Mary Reynolds, Vesta Bevans, Hollls Swin gle, Bessie Howard, Anna Mary Mc Kinley, Stella Claypool, Tbelma Cul ler. They were directed by Miss Hazel Hazellon and Miss Mary Ellen Ycnsen. "A Goldon Word" was partici pated In by William McCluskey, Xvle Ketchum, Madge Smith, Maxlne Say ler and James McCluskey. Mrs. T. II. Foley was in charge ot this num ber. Members of the committee In charge ot the tree were Rev, J. Edgar Purdy, chairman; Mrs. R. B. Hamil ton, Miss Christina Curry, Mrs. C. V. Enloe, Mrs. T. W. Ripley. Sunday schools ami churches taking part were the Methodist, Catholic, Epis copal, Presbyterian, Baptist and ' Christian. American Legion mem bers assisted in providing the tree and decorations. Bollidonna. Belladonna la Italian for "fair lady," and the drug was given this same because Italian women employed the juice for staining their skin and to beautify the eyes by giving them glistening appearance. The Mm OP Dagge AUTHOR Of COPYRIOHT. BT CHAPTER X The Proof of Murder The Bask Room of Cc&tican't I watched htr through thi glass doors until she vanished among the crowd In the lobby, l could not per mit her to co nvtuy like this; to Ret beyond my sljht and knowledge yet I hesitated too long, until she had merged Into the swirling crowd and was lost. It was Indeed a strange feeling of loneliness which swept oxer inu In that moment. Never before had 1 felt such depth ot Interest In u woman, or exHrlenced such regret at parting. With no apparent effort, seemlugly ut terly Indifferent, she had nevertheless become intwlned with my life, her presence a necessity for my happiness. The soft pressure of her body, the touch ot her hund, was Intoxication; the glance of her eyes sent the warm blood pulsing through my vein.. She had become to me an Inspiration, a memory to dream over, a hope no longer to be resisted. This was strange, so strange as to be beyond understanding. I argued It with myself, but to no result. The fact would not be denied. Here was an unknown woman, original and beautiful, to be sure, yet one whose very Identity was shrouded In mys tery. To all appearances she was ac tively engaged In conspiracy against the government of Chile, In a crime against human life. She was unques tionably the authorized agent of a ping of revolutionary plotters I had witnessed their reception of her as one of their own, and could not doubt the evidence of ray own eyes. She had borne them Instructions, and stood In their midst. In secret conclave, speaking as one having authority. More than that, even, she had refused to deny this connection, to reveal her name, or acknowledge any other pur pose. She had used me to further her ends, whatever they might be. prey ing upon my personal Interest In her, and yet refusing to lift a single fold of this curtain of mystery. What could It mean, but that she was secretly ashamed to permit of my full understanding? The thought of the stolen'moncy, the murder of Alva, recurred to me; the Invitation I had overheard for her to accompany him on his fatal trip, and her accept ance; the positive assertion of Harris that she had done so; her confessed knowledge that the money had actual ly been given Into the possession of the Chilean captain ; the nature of the weapon with which he bad been killed; her remaining In New York In stead of returning to Washington. I could not blot these things out, no matter how hard I endeavored to reconcile them with her denials. I trusted her; I would continue to trust her against the world, yet deep down In my heart lingered a question un answered. If she was honest, square, actuated by some worthy purpose, why did she still refuse to confide In me? Surely I had been sufficiently tested and she knew who I was. If she was the sister ot a classmate, whom I knew and loved, what necessity remained for the concealment of her name? What, Indeed, except shame at the part she was playing In this sordid drama of life? Some of my earlier suspicion had been eradicated, for now It was clearly demonstrated that It could not have been her knife which had pierced Alva's heart. Whatever else I might believe against her, this evidence no longer existed, for she still wore the dagger In her hat. Pecu liar as the design was, the weapon locked In my valise, which I had picked up blood-stained on the floor of the car, was not hers; It had been wielded In Its deadly work by some other hand. But whose? Did she know? Did she even suspect the as sassin? Was she even now endeavor ing to conceal his Identity? These questions were unanswerable; I could only partially drive them back by memory of the girl herself: It was Impossible to recall her vividly to mind, and yet associate her with so foul a crime. I was still Immersed In such thoughts, mentally .struggling for her honor, and my own Justification, when I Anally attained the quiet of my ro-jra. I was squarely up against a stone wall; there was no light perceptible anywhere. Neither Harris nor Wal- dron was guilty of this crime; tbey were obliterated from further con sideration. These two worthies had undoubtedly done their best, but had been outgeneraled by some one else; and, whoever that other might be, he had made a clear get-away, 'leaving not even a lurking suspicion behind him. It was the Job of a master-thief, an expert In crime or else had been accomplished through the blind luck of some one whose very identity cloaked any possibility of suspicion. THE R THE STRANGE, CASS f CAVENDISH J i lutf i ' t- n sr t v r RANDALL PAP-IHSH The Dagger I Had Concealed There Was Gone. My glance wandering about Hie room aimlessly fell upon the valise In one corner. It was Just where I re membered leaving It when I went out, yet I saw something which surely resembled a slash In the leather, I crossed over, and bent down; It was a slash, the clean cut of a knife, run ning from end to end, penetrating through both leather and cloth. Who ever had done the deed had been un able to operate the lock, and had vsed the blade as a lust resort, slit ting the entire bag wide open. I In serted my hand and felt within ; noth ing seemed missing, or greatly dis turbed. I explored to the bottom, and then sprang to my feet In startled amazement the dagger 1 bad con cealed there was gone! Good God I what could be the mean ing of this? She had worn that orna ment In her hat openly, purposely, to fool roe Into believing her Innocent. There could be no other explanation. She had confessed being at the hotel, seeking to locate me, and the number of my room. What would prevent her coming up here unobserved, then, while I was out, and gaining entrance? And who else would have any reason to thus search through my things, and abstract this Important evidence of crime? Yet how did she know I had It? How did she even suspect I was the first to discover the dead body, and bear away with me the tell-tale weap on with which Alva had been mur dered? I had no means of knowing how only she alone had special rea sou to regain possession of that knife. And she had even dared later to flaunt It In my very face, to show it to nia In her possession, Just as though It had never passed out of her hands 1 Here was revealed a depth of duplici ty, a criminal audacity, not to be ex pressed In words; this soft spoken girl, this woman to whom I knew I had given my heart, stood revealed now In all her hldeousness a mur deress, a thief, a scheming criminal, coolly concealing the trail of her crime, and using her very charms of face and manner to conceal from me her true nature. Perhaps she would see me again perhaps 1 The lie was yet wartar upon her lips. She had gone away laugh ing at the simpleton who had believed her, the dupe who had so easily been deceived by her smiles. The chances were she bad disappeared already, vanished, left the city, assured that no evidence now remained behind to ever connect her with this tersjble af fair. She cared nothing for me I bad been a mere tool, pliant In her hand I remained merely In her mem ory as something to laugh about, an other victim, n blind, groping fool, with whom she had played to her heart's desire. I sat with my head In my hands staring nt the mutilated bag, racked with anger and misery. I had' been easy, a mark of derision and ridicule; a mere screen for her to hide behind, while her accomplice, If she had one, escaped with the spoils. Then the re action came; the thought that per haps I had not read the story wholly aright; the faint hope that It might not prove exactly as I had pictured In my first wild burst of passion. It was too Infumous, too unthinkable. Why, If she was guilty, should she have re mained In New York? Why should she have sought me out, or listened so Intently to the quarrel of those two men at i'erond's? What could she pos sibly gain by thus overhearing the tale of their failure, If she already knew who was the murderer of Alva, and what had become ot the spoils? I could ask these quest Ions, but not ono was answerable. They merely mocked me with their emptiness, Then, shrill ami Insistent, tho tela- phono rung. My heurt was lieiittng like u trlp- hummer its 1 took down the receiver, Who could be culling mo nt this hour? Who except she nlotio In this city know my tiiimo u ml hotel? "Hullo." A mini's volcti spoko huskily, "This yon. Duly?" "Yes," hastily, Instantly nwnro of who was on tho other end of tho wire, yet feeling It best to illssoiuhlt) until 1 learned the purpose. "Who Is speaking?" "Tho fellow nu biffed with n bottle tonight. No, I ain't got no liiinl feel ings. Besides, I got something else to think about tlinii it cracked dome. Suy, I got some diH on how Hint Job whs did, an' inn) bo could tell you some thing vise of Interest, 1 got to talk with you privately that's what. It's a matter for tho girl as well iih )vr self, I'm playing Mpmro us long its you do tho right thing, but I know who tho damp Is, an' am Untile to squeal If I get a raw ileal; that's put ting It straight. Harry." "You know who she K you any?" "Sure I do. Old Pierre, over nt I'erond's, told me. Ho never forgets n face, or n iinme, that old duffer. He knew you the minute you blew In, and he knew her, too; she'd been there before slumming," "Who Is she. then?" "That's nil right I know; but 1 ain't fool enough to blow It over the wire. If you'll come over hero and hn re a talk, I'll spill a few thing In your ear that'll muke you wise." "Where are youl" "At Costlgan's." "Wlint's becomo of your partner?" "Who's thnt Wnldron? He ain't no purtuer of mine. Say, you must have handed that guy some Jolt. The last I saw of him, he was laid out on a bench In I'erond's back room breath ing like a stuck pig, dead to the world. Will you come over here.?" "What hnve you got to tell me?" "Well, there's the dame's iinme for one thing. I'll bet you don't even "I'll Bet You Don't Even Know Who She Is." know who she Is, or how she's string In' you. Then I'm on to where a part of that boodle's plnutcd anyhow I've got a hunch. If we turn It up, I'm still strong on the fifty-fifty proposi tion." I turned it over swiftly In my mind, the receiver still at my ear. I felt no purtlculur fear of Harris; to be sure, In all probability, he was only feeling about In the durk, hoping In this way to learn something of value, yet It might be that ho had accidentally un covered the girl's Identity, and that alone was Inducement enough to urge me to take the risk. If he ncttially knew who she was, he was the kind thut might become ugly, and, however much I Nuxplclotied her In my own mind, I had no desire to leave her un defended at his mercy. Guilty or not guilty, my Inclination was to protect her to the last. Besides I was eager to obtain the Information he claimed to possess; Indeed, all progress on the case was blocked until I did obtain It. As to his boost that he knew where the stolen money was concealed, I took little stock In that. Doubtless he merely threw that In for good meas ure. But the other looked reasonable enough; she had confessed being at Perond'a before; Pierre was fully as likely to recall her to memory as he was to remember Daly, nnd Harris could never have made so shrewd a guess, unless he, had really been told the facts. Another thing gave tne cour age to go to C'ostlgnn'a. I was still accepted by these people ns Harry Daly, crook, I would undoubtedly be o received, so treated. Under these clrcumstunces there could be no per sonal danger; I held the whlp-hnnd, the advantage Harris was only en deavoring to what he could get out of mo: be bad abandoned force to resort to diplomacy, "All right," I said. "I'll run over there; If you want to play fair, I'll meet you half wuy.H "Oh, I'm on tho square, old man, and I've got some good dope," he In sisted. "I'll blow It when you show up." I returned the receiver to the hook, uncertain whether or riot I had de cided rightly, yet determined to carry out the experiment. Above all else I wanted to I earn who Marie Gessler runt- Niitlilns eim uintUrt'J so njU.tlL MRS. HARDING fife i Photograph shows the president's wife vliltliiff llic illtatilcil soldleM at the Walter Heed hospital In Valiin(jton. She l buying tome ItiiiLctl made by Lictitcuaut II. V Trammel for on this tilsemery nil else hinged. If violence, or treachery, wns Intended. I would b found ptvpiired, nnd well able k defend myself, Tlio neighborhood Into which I wns venturing Induced me to tnko n tnxl, and, within ten minutes, I was de posited nt tin) door of the saloon, 1 pressed open the swinging door, nnd stepped Into the brilliantly lighted bar room. Coitlgnn was behind the bnr, but, nt sight of me, rounded the end, nnd shook hands cordially, removing his npron, nnd slipping Into n ront. In token thnt ho had changed tils occupa tion. "Better call Cbnrlle," he snld to a innn beside him, "for I'll he off for nn hour or so. You enmo to see George?" "Yes; he telephoned me." ".Snld ho wns gnln' to. He's wnltln' In the nlllco there. I'll go along with you." Ho pushed n passage through the crowd, bis breadth of body uccordltig me ample room In which to follow without being obstructed, nnd opened the closed door with n pnss-key. To u wnve of his big hnnd I passed con fidently pust him, nnd entered. The next Instant he hnd pressed inn for ward, came In nlso, nnd closed the door; the sharp click of tho lock sounded like the reurt of n pistol. One stnrtled glance nt the Interior told me I wns trapped, nnd the swift Instinct of defense led me to step aside, so Hint I should hnve my hack to the wall. Harris sat In the swivel chair, with feet elevated on the desk, sardonically grinning nt me over n hnlf-chewed clgnr tilted between his teeth. A while rug wns bound round his bead, through which a few drops of blood hnd oozed, lenvlng a dnrk stsln. Lending against the wall op posite was Waldnm, one e)e half closed, and his lip split, giving to his face a look of savage brutality, ren dered peculiarly sinister by a grim effort to smile. Cmllgan rcmulncd motionless, with back tigulnet thudoor, as though thus liailng all possibility of escape. I hnd walked Into their trap, nnd the Jnws hnd closed. (To Bo Continued.) Record of Transfers rarnbhtd r Tfc DtxnalM AUUxt C. William It, Graham, Kvu L. Qra- ham, husband and wlfo, In Wnllaco Huntington, lot 12, block 2, Orokla Bond, 110, Edaon L. Bracken, Durotta M. Bracken, wlfo, to Mary K. Murphy, N 40 ft., lot 14, block 28, Park add., $10. CATARRHAL DEAFNESS I treitly relieved br constitutional treat ment. 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