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The day book. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, November 22, 1913, NOON EDITION, Image 21

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They left no trace, hide nor hair."
"He covered his tracks cunningly."
Haythorne cleared his throat. "There
was a rumor that they went to the
South Seas were lost on a trading
schooner in a typhoon, or something
like that."
"I never heard that," Messner said.
"You remember the case, Mrs. Hay
thorne?" "Perfectly," she answered, in a
voice the control of which was in
amazing contrast to the anger that
blazed in 'the face she turned aside
so that Haythorne might not see.
The latter was again on the verge
of asking his name when Messner
remarked.
"This Doctor Womble, I've heard
he was very handsome, and er
quite a success, so to say, with the
ladies."
"Well, if he was, he finished him
self off by that affair," Haythorne
grumbled.
"I'm going out to get somewood,"
he said. "Then I can take off my
moccasins and be comfortable.
The doorslammed behind him. For
.a long time there was silence. The
man continued in the same position
on the bed. The woman sat on the
grub-box facing him.
"What are you going to do?" she
asked abruptly.
Messner looked at her with lazy
indecision. "What do you. think I
ought to do? Nothing scenic.-I hope.
You see, I'm stiff and trail-sore, and
this bunk is so restful."
She gnawed her lower lip and
fumed dumbly.
"But" she began vehemently,
then clenched her hands and stopped.
"I hope you don't want me to kill
Mr. er Haythorne," he said gently,
almost pleadingly.
"But you must do something!" she
cried.
"On the contrary, it is quite con
ceivable that I do not have to do any
thing." "You would stay here?"
He nodded
She glanced desperately around
the cabin and at the bed unrolled on
the other bunk. "Night is coming on.
You can't stop here. You can't! I
tell you you simply can't!"
"Of course I can. I might remind
you that I found the cabin first and
that you are my guests."
Again her eyes traveled around the
room, and the terror in them leaped
out at Bight of the other bunk.
(To Be Continued Monday,)
MERELYCOMMENT
The White House listens to us like
a real HOME. The fact that he is
president doesn't prevent Woodrow
Wilson from being chased from room,
to room by wedding preparations.
Report says Wall street Is facing a
famine and .that scores of firms are
being forced out and brokers are
seeking employment.
In the first place, "We should wor
ry." In the second place, have you
noticed the difference between how
the big gamblers and the petty gam
blers are handled.
The small fellows who shoot craps
In the alley or lay a dollar or two on
a prize fight are pinched If the police
catch them.
The Wall street gambler sticks in
the game until lack of speculation,
forces him to quit.
Head in Friday's Inter Ocean reads,
"United Charities Needs To Be Told."
We'll agree that U. C. needs to be
told a good many things, but what, In
particular, is the I, 0. referring to?
United Charities, by the way, lays
special emphasis on the fact that it
only costs, them two per cent to col
lect their money.
We've heard all about that. 'Sfunny
how they forget to tell us all about
how it costs them in the neighbor
hood of thirty-eight per cent to dis
pense of the money they collect
And we have often wbndered just
how much of that thirty-eight po
cent for officers' salaries.
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