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/Ubaga3ine Hits Week By Arthur Brisbane BRINGING CITIES CLOSER. THE OLD RIFF RUNNER. LIGHTNING AND OIL. MR. KINGSMORE’S CASE. When Mussolini recently told the world he would cut railroad time between Naples and Rome five hours by tunnelling five mountains, it was suggested here that rail roads between Chicago and Cali fornia might do the same to the unnecessarily long running time be tween the Pacific and the Great Lakes. Now lo and behold, the railroads ^ve done it! The dtiorter running oe begins in October, and west ' bound travelers will save one en tire day in California for business or sunshine. Santa Fe, Union Pacific and Southern Pacific, making the cut in time simultaneously, are man aged by able railroad men. Cutting time means bringing cities doser, helping business, making men’s lives longer. A recent cut in time between Seattle and all the Pacific Coast south set a good example. Soon passenger-carrying flying machines* will bring Chicago seven hundred miles nearer to New York and two thousand miles nearer tho Pacific. Bernurd Shaw says Great Britain must take the coal fields, nation alize and operate them, thus cut ting out the industrial cancer that causes so much trouble. “Britain’s Government must have the cour age and the financial intelligence” to do this, says Shaw. His suggestion will send a shud der through the rich coal mine owners, for he observes truthfully: “The mine owners themselves will supply money to buy their prop erty, since what they get from the Government will be taken from them by collectors of the income the supertax on estates and flu lies.” — ■-^ ♦ , A Champ At 81 !>:f « $ 1 Major A. B. Ostranger of Seattle, 'Washington, is now three cushion billiard champ. This 81 year old veteran of the Civil War realized the ambition of a lifetime when he annexed the title. The three cush ion game is the most difficult of all billiard games. Daugherty Indicted Harry M Daugherty, former U. 8. Attorney General and political power has been indicted for alleged fraud in connection with the $7, 009,000 American Metal Product# Co. Emory Buckner is pushing the investigation that will bring Daugh r before the Federal G u;.J Jury. „ - _ _ . a—*m*«*^«—-■. Hoy/ would high finance in Anso.ica /:Jch empathizes so sire . Ci,' itself in the income tav question, f*.:el if it were living inH.'iinn? Great is the endurance of man. No aniinul with four legs can do whut man does with two legs. You read of the Itnf warrior, sixty seven years old, Hammouch Ben Hadgje, who ran seventy miles across the hot desert between sun rise and sunset, carrying a peace message to French headquarters. Even more remarkable was the feat of an Irishman, nearing mid dle age, who in a six-day race in New York City ran more than 600 miles between Monday and Satur day and was subsequently elected Mayor of Long Island City. That tough Irishman in the six days could have run any race-horse. in the world to death. Lightning at Bakersfield, Cali fornia, strikes and destroys 600, 000 barrels of oil in a Standard Oil tank—made of steel, presum ably. Is there no way of stopping such waste ? What about a coating of reinforced concrete on^,he sides of the met&l tank, or a coating of cheap reclaimed automobile tire rubber covering the whole tank? And especially what about light ning rods? Are they a delusion? Was Franklin’s idea worth noth ing, and did the Frenchman Dan ton impose on the public when he peddled lightning rods before he took charge of the French Revolu tion? Americans eat more sardines per capita than any other race, which is good for s&rdine mei^ bad for sardine eaters. If this country de pended less on a can opener and more on good cooking it would be healthier. Canned food, including canned sardines, is a blessing, a convenience and an economy. But it should not take the place of com petent cooking, and too often it does. Mr. Kingsmore, of Maryland, convicted of knocking lu’s wife down and repeatedly kicking her, is moderately described by the poor wife as acting “downright onery.” *3 ho “ornery” gentleman was sen 1 need to five blows with the cat ’< -nine-tails on his bare back. What do you think of that pun ishment Is it too riuch or too little? For the wife beater, five •hundred blows would be too few. Tiero arp rrne tails to a “cat”, H» the five blows will amount to fc rty-fiye stints. * I Far From Homely | 1 I Sfi NeZ Yo*k unusually''beauti iul. There are so many handsome girls In this world of ours that it is difficult to say what one is the perfect beauty, but Miss Clerc cer tainly belongs among the fairest of the fair. % % Prince, and Pat I About your Health Things You Should Know OLD FAITHFUL. Your physician bends all of hia energy for the welfare of yourself and your family. He sacrifices hia own comfort in order that you and yours may be made happy and comfortable. He is a scientific man, of course. His constant aim is to so perfect himself that he majJ render you better service. Thu hours are not his; the days are not or his choosing; his constant tasli is an endless search for better methods of treatment—for mord palatable medicines—for mord harmless agencies for the relief of suffering. (’ Believing that the physician is in possession of an easy way olj making money, there are many who would imitate him, so far, as surface markings are concern ed. There are cults and healer^j galore; they even guarantee cures; they advertisQ to the world of their, alleged superior skill. Remember —the capable physician never; has need of advertising. The in capable imposter can get his vie-, tim into his clutches by no other method. So long as people .are gullible—so long as people can be deceived, just so long will the char latan flourish. The quack is not aligned with ef forts to eradicate disease. It was no humbug that discovered diph theria anti-toxin; the cults are not hunting for cures for cancer, tu berculosis and other enemies of the human race. No advertising quack made the canal zone safe for hu man activities; nor drove yellow fever from the South. And still there are those who de cry the faithful, hard-working family physician who happened to be there when Baby Sue came into the world; when Grandma all but died of pneumonia!' Ingratitude has been called the chiefest of sins. Think of this, when you are tempt ed by the glaring advertisement of the quack. |~ Bear Camp Fire Girl j ✓ Pretty little 17 year old Mary' Murray of Tuxedo, New York, has been selected as the beet alb ' around Camp Fire Girl. She ex* celled in all branches of work car ried on by the Camp Fire Girls of America, sister organization of the Boy Scout*. Winged Feet i During the recent Drake Relays two long standing world’s records were trampled beneath the flying feet of Roland Locke, star track man of the University of Nebraska. Locke ran the 220 yard dash in the remarkable time of 20 and 5-10 sec onds. His 0 and 5-10 for the coil* tury also sets a new mark. <- 1 I i BEGIN HERB TODAY PETER ..LYSTER has lost his H memory from shell shock In France. B -Upon his return to London he falls m to recognize NAN MARRAUY, to whom he be ll eamo engaged before going to tho If front. Nan has since gone home to g care for her three motherless step s brothers. Sho is still In touch, how S ever, with her friend z JOAN ENDICOTT In London, g whose husband has just roturned to g the battle front. Joan has told Nan i g that she ought to forget Peter and S encourage the love of his friend and' g fellow officer. JOHN ARNOTT. with whom Peter B Is, resting at the homo of Arnott's 3 widowed sister, not far from the € Marraby estate. Nan Is jealous of 3 Arnott's sister and disgusted with “ the advances of HARLEY SEFTON. a money lend er. who first met Nan through Peter prior to his departure for France. does not remember Sefton. who Insists that Nan must marry him or face the consequences of having both Peter and her father brought to’ account for large sums of money which he says they owe him. Nan has been encouraged, by her father, to marry Sefton. In her father's absence Peter calls to see Nan. Ho has previous ly surprised Sefton In tho act of forcing his kisses upon Nan. and now insists that Sefton is not worthy of Nan. Peter is about to leave when he turns to ask Nan whether she is one of the pcoplo he knew before he lost his memory. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY THERE was something so pathetic In the question that In an In stant Nan’s heart melted. The motherliness which i3 tho best part of the love all women bear to a man rose uppermost In her heart. She forgot everything but her pity for l. t_ “You imagine these things,” she H said gently. “It's because you know j H there ore some things you havo for !M gotten that you arc always dreading p to eomc across them.” Sho tried to smile. "It must bo ages since I started g to clear away the tea." sho said p briskly. “Are you going to help mo?" It was a daring challenge to her p a. mighty effort to get back to §§ the normal. Peter agreed at once; he picked up p a pile of plates and followed her to = the kitchen; he joked with the sur p prised little maid there; when the g last cup had been carried out ho p looked at Nan laughingly. “I shall apply for the job of bat g man if I’m no good for anything = else." he said. Nan's eyes grew startled. “But—but you won’t ever have to p go back?" she said quickly. His fare sobered. "I’m hoping to—I’m tired of being g on the shelf already. At the present p moment I am going about looking f§ for some kind friend who will give p me a tremendous shock,” he said p banteringly. "They told me before I H came home that a shock might give g mo back what a shock had taken p away. ” He stifled a sigh. "I’m g not very sanguine though. I must f§ admit." "Don't think about it.” Nan an p swered hurriedly. "And now I am Li going to turn you out. Mrs. Mears wifi be angry with me for keeping y you so long as it is." She spoke purposely, hoping he LI would say that he did not care; but j J Peter only laughed. ' > “Oh, she'll forgive me." he said fj lightly. They went down to the gate to r| geihfr. It was when Nan had shut it between them that Peter said sud || deniy: "So there is no truth in—in what §= Sefton says?” % Nan's face flamed. "What do you mean? What has "| hp bppn saying?” she asked quickly. , p He looked away from her. Only that that you are engaged |1 to him. Mrs. Mears heard it in the ; v>Hage Ins; night. It was she who 1 =i told me." told yon—then . . . then—was • ij t at »hv j a came here today—Just j (J AM I. —1 *'•' '.?ra steadily through j '• • . .::«",_'i;i!!|ii!|tt||i!iiinii»»"ii||m|j|||||||||||| the dusk. “But os you say it Isn't true . . ." Nun stood very still. Sho knew now how sure of her Scfton must be. and her whole naturo revolted against him and his so called love for her. Sho would never marry him—sho hated him. She was not afraid of him; he could not force her . . . “As you say It isn’t true . . Peter began again. Non raised her eyes. Across Peter’a shoulder she seemed to see Harley 8efton’s eyes threatening her. “But—but I never said It wasn’t true.” sho faltered. They looked at one another with out speaking; to Nan, at least. It seemed as If a great emptiness had settled down on the world—as if :—”i | y > c ** m “Why not take what / can? Money is something, if it’s all one can hope for.'' the words which she herself had Just spoken had stunned the still spring night into silence, hushing even the sleepy song of the birds and tho soft voice of the breeze in the trees overhead. Then the stamp of feot sounded down the pathway behind her, and Claudio’s shrill voice called her name. “Nan—Nan. - . ." She turned at once. “Excuse me. won’t you—and good by." She did not look at Lyster; she fled back to the house; there was a curi ous singing noise in her head; sho passed Claudio in the doorway and went straight on to the kitchen; she drew some water from the tap and drank it off thirstily. Nan went up to her room and locked the door. It was useless to deceive herself with the hope that anything more than ordinary friendly interest had Prompted Peter's visit; she went carefully over every word he had said, every look he had given her, and rhe knew that there had been npthing—nothing to justify the hope that had taken so long to die la her heart. It was nothing to him—nothing. “I can go on eating rny heart out for ev'r,” sho thought; "I can go on beating against iron bars all my life, and it won’t do any good; why not take what I can?—money is something. J liV all one can hope for." After all, one man was very much ‘he same os another if she ruiild not have Peter—and marriage with Har !U!ll^illlllHlJllUiiHJI|l^;iiHlnil^nii|!"i)!iii»'i;|!iiiiiii.... ..... !""• iO> tiullOII UuiJi.l till.... I... , 3 things. It would save her futhct from ruin. 1 and It would assure the boys* future. 3 Setton would come, sho knew, and 3 It no longer seemed to matter much. §1 She only longed to get it over. “Heaps of women marry men they | don’t love und manage to live quite §§ happily.” she thought. “And, after all, being in love isn’t 1 all happiness. Look what 1 have had :1 to suffer.” And she hated suffering. It was 8 her nature to be bright and happy. 3 Tho afternoon slipped away, but 11 Sefton did not come. She went down to tho village. The 8 rain had cleared off and there was a 1 faint tinge of sunset In the sky. Nan passed tho road along which M one went to Little Gadsden. Sho |g stood for a moment looking at tho j| white signboard with a half smile. 8 The road led away out of her life. a She had no business there at all. ; Everything seemed Just the same B as It had done years ago when she y was a child and living in durance i vile^ under her stepmother’s sharp 8 tongue. y A woman came out of a cottage as y Nan passed and called to her. Nan knew the shrill, rather domi- 8 neerlng voice long before she turned; 3 and a little shiver of distaste passed 8 through her as she met tho cold, y beady eyes of the vicar’s sister. “I was Just thinking ubout you, 3 Miss Marraby,” sho declared; her § beady eyes seemed to take in every 3 detail of Nan’s attire at a glance; If she held out to Nan her thin, cotton- 8 KiUVUU IIUUU. "I was wondering if perhaps you pj would come and help us decorate for 3 Easter. I know you don t take much §1 interest in parish affairs, but “Some people are coming over jy from Gadsden to help. 1 don't know 3 if you know any of the Gadsden poo- 3 pie—but I always And them so ex- lj ceptionally nice.” "I know a few,” Nan admitted. “Well, this is a Mrs. Mears I am §i thinking of particularly.” Miss Dude- §?. ney said. "She is a war widow, prior thing! such «i very charming person, g and so rich. She attends the Gads- 3 den church, of course, but she is fff coming over to help us, and has 3 promised to bring all the white flow- p ers for the font. She has wonderful ft greenhouses. I believe, and is very !J good to charity: they say there are ff always quite a number of wounded M soldiers staying in her house.” “Really?” said Nan. “Yes—there are, of course, people 3, who say that it is not quite proper fj —seeing that Mrs. Mears is so young f| —and a widow—but one must sink I conventionalities in this war, don’t fi you think. Miss Marraby?” “I haven’t thought about It,” said § Nan. “But it’s very kind of Mrs. i Mears to be good to the soldiers— 1 they deserve the beat anyone oan I offer them." “Quite so—quite so . . I entirely I agree; but though I love dear Mrs. 1 Mears and think she is simply too 1 charming, I really think that It is | perhaps—just a little—soon, don’t I you think?” “Soon?” Nan’s steps slackened. | “What do you mean?” she asked. Miss Dudeney shrugged her shoui- i dors. “Please don’t think I am criticizing I her at all—she is a friend of mine. I and I wish her every happiness. But | I knew poor dear Captain Mears. f and, after all, it is barely two years I since he was killed . . . one would \ have thought she might have grieved f for him just n little longer, don’t 1 you think?” "I don’t understand you in the | least," Nan said bluntly. “What has f Mrs. Mears done?” Miss Dudeney smiled, rather a f frozen smile. “Oh, I don’t say that she has done | It yet," she said hastily. “But it’s I only a matter of time—I refer, of ! course, to her second marriage.” "Second marriage!" Nan’s voice sounded stiff. "Is she going to be married \ again?” she asked. ”Sho is, indeed—and qu/te soon, : I believe—to that good-looking young i c fllcer who has been slaying there— I Mr. Lyster. I believe his name is.” 1 (To Be ('on(lnuod) ..- nmiiiiJ ^President ' , President and Mr* Oonl»d«e. areompanled nv Oenerai Mine* Dreed nr >>t *t.e Veteran* Bureau, visited tho disabled veterans <>f *he World War at Wallet Reed lln*|mai tn Vattonnl Hospital Day r; . f t \ CTni ITTTO ! 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