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    PAOE SIX
Outrageous Fortune
tnf HaVueiA WxUWAU
-. .1 . A dated man, picked
, .. icr the wreck of the Alice
Artltn, hat been taken from the
hospital by Ketta Riddell, who
taut he it her husband, Jimmy Rid
delL Be ie at her brother Tom'
house in Lexington, and hat been
babbling in hit tleepot emeralde
and euch. A lev momenta alter
tlesta and the man had left,
Caroline Leigh arrivet at the hot
pital, searching tor her cousin, Jim
Randal, As she it leaving, disap
pointed, the nurse remembers a
eorap or a letter found in the man's
ftockct, with the elgnature "Caro
ine." Bo Caroline determines to
carry on her apparently hopelett
search. Veanwhtle the man wakens,
it told he it Xesta't husband, and
deolaret he doee not know her.
.Vexc morning he oonfrontt tfesta,
but rather weakly, or he cannot
remember events earlier than the
day before.
Chapter Tan
THE EMERALDS
"7ES, I ihould like to know why
I'm here," Jim Bald.
1 wonder whether you'll like It
ta much when you do know?"
"I shall know more about that
when you're told me."
She nodded.
AH at once the tension wai leas.
She said In an easy, ordinary Tolce:
"Sure you can't remember any
thing;, Jlmmyt"
"I'Te told you I can't."
"Then why do you talk about the
emeralds In your sleep?"
"You want me to tell you things?"
"It there are things I ought to
know."
She laughed then.
"Well, we might aa well sit down."
"Thanks I'd rather stand."
"And I'd rather sit and I'm
hanged It I'll get a crick In the neck
talking up to you."
She dropped Into one of the blue
and red chairs, and rather unwill
ingly he took the other. Nesta threw
herself back, lit a cigarette, and
smoked for a minute In silence. He
was determined not to apeak to her.
At last she said, with an edge to her
yolce,
"It you're playing a game with ne,
you'll be sorry for It"
He lifted his hand from the arm
of the chair and let It fall again.
"If you're not going to explain
" he made as If to rise.
"Oh, I'll explain. I hope you'll like
the explanation! Do you really need
one? It you do. It may come as a bit
of a shock to you."
"Do you mind coming to the
point?"
Nesta laughed.
"Have you never heard of the Van
Berg emeralds?"
He shook his head.
"Sure? Because you're got them
somewhere. You took them, you
know."
"Sure you can't remember, Jimmy?"
It was exactly as It Nesta had
some towards him with a smile and
then thrown a knife. He had seen
knives thrown like that he didn't
know where or whon, but he'd seen
It. All right he'd teach her to throw
knives at him.
He looked at her with an effect
of wooden surprise.
"Do you mind saying that again?"
She said It again, louder this time.
"Why did you talk about the emer
alds In your sleep?"
"What emeralds?" but In his
mind there was a lighted space
where eight square green stones
swung from a man's hand eight
square green atones, linked two and
two with pearls.
'"Like a kid's green beads'"
said Nesta with her eyes upon his
face.
A pulse hammered In his temples.
Where did she get that? Someone
had said that before ... a voice , , .
his voice?
"You talked li your sleep," she
said. Then she dropped her voice.
"Jimmy where are they?"
He wrenched away from the pic
ture of the square green stones.
"Will you tell me what you are
talking about?"
"Will you tell me you don't know?"
"Yes, I wIlL I haven't an Idea what
you are talking about."
Nesta was smiling. When she
smiled, she showed sharp uneven
teeth, too small, too close, too
pointed.
"You wouldn't know an emerald
if you saw one, I suppose?" Then,
with a change of voice, "Jimmy,
we're been partners all through
you simply can't go bsck on me like
this. Where have you put them?"
HE stuck his cbln In the air.
"What's the good of talking
like that? I don't remember any
thing. You say. where have I put
them and I keep on telling you I
don't know what you're talking
about. How much farther do you
think that's going to get us?"
"You don't know what I'm talking
about?"
"No, I don't."
Something hung In the balance.
He saw her checked, hesitating, un
certain. Then with an Impatient
movement she came round the chair.
TTE experienced a horrible sliding
sensatlonj It was as It the room
had tilted. Tbe chair In which he was
sitting tlltod. His thoughts slid, but
only for a moment. Then he was
looking fixedly el a point a little to
the loft of Nerta's head and saying
quite quietly,
"Hadn't you better begin at the
beginning?"
She drew at her cigarette and blew
out the smoke,
"The beginning? That's'before my
time. I can't go any farther back
than March."
"Then perhaps you'll begin there."
She hesitated again, bent a sus
plclous glance upon him, and said
angrily,
"If you're making game of me "
He leaned back and closed his
eyes. This waa the sort of woman
who might very easily get herself
brained. She exasperated him aa
much as she repelled him. And
he had married her! In heaven's
name why?
"All right, I'll begin. And don't
blame me If I'm telling you what
you know already. Ever heard of a
place called Packham?"
He shook his hesd, and then was
aware of the name playing hide
and-aeek with his thoughts.
"Well, that's funny because
that's where we ran Into each other,
You don't remember that?"
He shook his head again.
"Well, we did. Mr. Entwhlstle waa
abroad, and the Hall was let to Mr,
Van Berg Mr. and Mrs. Elmer Van
Berg. That doesn't mean anything
to you?"
"No." The hide-and-seek went on.
"Mr. Van Berg had Just given her
the emeralds. His uncle, old Peter
Van Berg, left them to him. He waa
the second richest man In America,
and he'd spent half his life collecting
emeralds. His nephews got the lot,
and he took Packham Hall and gave
them to his wlto, and she was going
to be presented In them and splash
about London with the most valu
able set of emeralds In the world.
She was craiy about them." She
stopped, tilted up her chin, blow out
a cloud of smoke, and added, "So
were you."
(Copyright, 1111, J. B. Llppincott Co.)
Jim laarns mora about his myt
tarloua "carter," tomorrow.
Drunk Is Solemn.
PORTLAND, Ore. (UP) A drunk
en man broke Into the Psrkroae Cath
ollc church after dark, donned the
prleat'a robes, lighted the candles. He
eat down In the eerie tight and played
tunes on the church's organ.
VI8ALIA. Cel. (UP) Because, he
charged, his wife obeyed a religious
cult's Injunction to "aell what you
have and give to the poor," Osborne
Holt of Portervllle sought a divorce
trom Mrs. Pannte H-lt. He also
Miught custody of their children.
WE'RE CARRYING
OUR END
TH6 PERFECT CUM 1
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MA RAH FIELD, Ore., Oct. 3. AP)
-New Instances of mussel poisoning
were reported from Port Orford and
Gold Beach today, although only one
fatality, that of Delos Oardner of
Bandon, has resulted.
Mussels were the only shell-fish
tainted by the mysterious poison,
and aouthern Oregon residents con
tinued to enjoy all other types of
seafood.
The theory given the most cre
dence, as physicians tried to account
for the poisoning, la that seasonal
low tides, which leave the higher
mussels exposed to the sun, are re
sponsible. The body of cat which died ap
parently after eating mussels, was
sent to the University of California
medical school last night by Dr. John
Slmpkin, city health officer. A re
port of t.he case la expected within a
few days.
L!
NEW YORK,
York printing
Oct.
firm
3. API A new
has re! used to
print 60,000 copies of Senator Huey
Long's version of the eye-swatting"
episode at Sands Point . L. I., the
World-Telegram says today.
The Klngtian at first ordered 100..
000 copies printed but when he
learned of the cost, reduced the or
der to 60.000, the story said. How
ever, on advice of its attorneys, the
printing firm refused the order, even
though Senator Long offered cash.
The prlntlug firm refused to dis
cuss the matter, an oiiiclsl saying
"Our dealings with senator Long
are confidential and we cannot spesk
one way or another, it Is true,
however, tnat we are not printing
anything for him now. It Is being
printed elsewhere to New York."
Real estate or insurance leave It
to Jones. Phone 696.
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