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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
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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
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THE STRANGE, CASS f CAVENDISH
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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.)
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Bond, 110,
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