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Science Discards ‘Certainties’
A bright young man of today who set out to get a good
grounding in sciences could easily be forgiven for con
cluding that he was being asked to discard all of his cer
tainties and substitute a somewhat jumbled mess of pro
babilities, near-probabilities and wild guesses.
A decade or two ago science was dogmatic and posi
tive. It set up certain “natural laws” and they were like
the laws of the Medes and the Persians. Certain things
were thus and so and no one need argue about it.
To appreciate how the picture has changed you need
only consider a speech made in New York the other eve
ning by Dr. Irving Langmuir, the 1932 Nobel Prize winner
in chemistery.
During the last 20 years, he said, science has come
to believe that “no natural law has absolute validity” and
that “in no absolute sense can anything ever be predicted
accurately.” The law of cause and effect is no longer
with us, and nothing in the universe is securely hitched.
“Some things may be more probable than others,”
he added, “but you can’t say that anything is absolutely
true.”
It would be hard to overestimate the importance of
this changed attitude, for it carries with it one of the pro
foundest revolutions that the huijian mind has ever been
compelled to pass through. We are not through with that
revolution yet; indeed we have hardly passed its first
phase; and before we complete it some of our concepts
of man and nature and life and the universe are likely
to be altered almost beyond recognition.
Nor is there anything in all this to depress the spec
ulative soul who likes to feel that there are values which
material standards cannot assess and realities which hu
man eyes cannot see. Indeed, the exact opposite is true.
is the ultra-materialists who is confounded by this
charfge. How are you going to be dogmatic about the ab
solute dominion of material things when you cannot have
one single certainty about them
In its long climb up from darkness mankind has pas
sed a great rise and stands now facing limitless horizons.
It has lost its old landmarks—but it has a marvelous
chance for adventurous exploration.
The “Red Menace”
If you’re inclined to worry about the danger of com
munism in this country, you might consider the following
rather significant fact;
In Cleveland, a typical American manufacturing city
which has suffered from the depression about as much as
any place has, the Communists made big plans for a May
Day celebration. They climaxed their celebration with a
parade and a lot of speeches. About 1800 people march
ed in their parade; between 5,000 and 6,000 came to hear
the speeches.
At the same hour in the same city there was an Amer
ican league baseball game—just a run-of-nine game, one
of the 154 of the regular season. It drew some 5,000 fans
through the turnstiles.
When an ordinary ball game can draw as well as a
red May Day demonstration—in an industrial city hit by
four years of depression—the country isn’t in any very
great danger of going Communist.
New York
Letter
BY PAUL HARRISON
NEW YORK—One of the lesser
known racing promoters around
town is Mr. Arthur Phillips, a young
man so well-spoken and tastefully
clad that you’d never associate him
with the business. And as a mat
ter of fact, Mr. Phillips knows prac
tically nothing about paddock or
track. He races cockroaches.
Actually. And he’s doing so well
at it that he has been called to Chi
cago to set up a big cockroach-rac
ing concession for the world s fair,
together with a stable of his fleet
est runners.
Mr. Phillips is, he says, a writer by
profession, and has traveled a lot.
(He still has a sort of continental
accent). Anyway, he discovered that
in several European cities, especial
ly Paris, many people amused them
selves by betting on cockroach races.
After spending 830 francs on an in
dolent insect named Francois, which
always lay down for a nap about
an inch from the finish line, Mr.
Phillips decided that this was a
novel and uncertain enough sport
to appeal to Americans.
Good Breeding Wins:
Back in this country he consulted
| entomologists, and on their advice
I ordered several specimens of the
i giant field roach (Periplaneia
j americana) common in some parts
| of the South. “I found the big fel
| lows sturdy but most lackadaisical,”
| Phillips explained. “They weren't
; imbued with any competitive spirit.
“On the other hand, the com
mon roach of the North is a fleet
and willing runner. But because of
millions of generations of being
chased, he always tries to take a
zig-zag course. So I cross-bred the
latter, called Sylopyga oriental is.
with the field variety. The result
was a high-spirited specimen, nar
row-bodied and with long, power
ful hind legs especially adaptable
for taking hurdles in steeplechases.
And these insects also ran in a
straight line.
“After that, though, I had to find
some way to make them run. Novices
will flee from a noise, but they soon
get used to it. For a few days, too,
they’ll run from a spotlight; then
they overcome their shyness and.
instead of running, will rise up and
take a sort of bow.
“Only one thing will keep them
going, and that’s the feeling of be
ing pursued. So I finaly perfected,
and now have patented, a special
cockroach race course. At one end
the ten glass tubes, each contain
ing an insect and, behind it. a
marble. At the starting signal the
tubes are tilted at a slight eleva
tion, the marbles roll, and the
roaches run. The marbles stop after
a few inches, but the racers con
tinue along the separate groves of
an eight-foot track, heading for
dark holes at the opposite end. The
first insect to hide himself wins.”
• • •
Mendel Was Right
Mr. Phillips' racing stable is In
about its hundredth generation
now, and the track record has been
lowered regularly until it now is
4 seconds flat. “I think this proves
the doctrine of Mendelism,” said
the sportsman-scholar, “—that sel
ective breeding will vary detennin
ately the phenomenon of inheri
tance.”
For some months now, he has been
taking his patented board around to
private parties. The first public ex
hibition was held, appropriately
enough, at the Village Grove Nut
Club. The racers named for the oc
casion after New York celebrities.
And one, of course, ran under the
colors of Don Marquis, literary agent
for the celebrated cockroach named
Archie.
Quotations
Children.. .accept what they see
on the screen quite as unquestion
ably as fledglings in *he nest ac
cept food fr*m the mother bird.
—W. H. Short, director. Motion
Picture Research Council.
• • •
If the rest of the world insists
on continuing depreciated curren
cies and mountain-high tariff
walls, why we can play the same
game.
--Speaker Henry T. Rainey of the
House of Representatives.
m m m
I do not think Great Britain
owns Canada any more than Can
ada owns Great Britain.
—C. H. Cahan, secretary of state
fcr Canada.
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Daily Health
_ Talk _J
In addition to the use of e\er- j
cises mentioned as especially help- j
ful in flat feet, the circulation may j
be benefited by the use of contrast i
baths.
Occasionally operations are neces
sary in order to lengthen heel ten
dons in muscle-bound feet, out in
most cases of flat feet a surgical
operation is seldom indicated.
A few special exercises have been
developed for stretching the Achil
les tendon of the heel.
1. Simply walking on the heels
across the room five times.
2. Prom the standing oosition
with the feet paralled, the patient
squats down to the position of sit
ting on the heels, maintaining the
heels and toes on the ground. This
is done in two counts.
3. The patient stands facing the
wall with the toes 28 inches from
it. The toes are placed together
and the heels as far apart as pos
sible. With the hands placed against
the wall and the heels maintained
on the floor, the entire rigid bod\
is allowed to fall forward as far as
possible by bending the elbows, and
to remain in this position a few sec
onds before returning to the starting
position. This is done in two counts,
about 10 times.
4. The apparatus for this exercise
consists of two handles fastened to
the wall and a heavy wooden block
three and one-half inches high, 12
inches wide and seven inches’ m
depth, fastened to the floor. The pa
tient faces the wall, standing with
the forward parts of both ieet on
the block, and holding on to the
handles. On the count of one, the
heels are allowed to touch the floor,
the body being kept parallel with
the wall. On the count of two, tne
return is made to the starting posi
tion. The exercise is carried out
from 10 to 20 times, this number be -
ing attained gradually.
5. The patient stands with the
forward half of each foot on a chair
facing upward and holding the bal
ustrade. and allows the heel to (iron
He then returns to the starting
position.
Movie Sidelights
CAPITOL
What happens when a charming
young lady detective sets out to
use her feminine wiles to ensnaie
a suave gentleman crook, is the
central theme of “Dangerously
Yours," new Fox production which
shows Thursday (Family Nitei
only at the Capitol, Brownsville
Warner Baxter is starred in the
fole °f ,the society thief, and the
beautiful Miriam Jordan has the
part of the girl sleuth employed by
an insurance company to protect
the jewels of its clients.
queen
“The Sign of the Cross,” which
shows Thursday and Friday at tne
Queen Theater, is something more
than an inspiring spectacle within
11 ^ proof of th« fact that
Cecil B. DeMille, master of this
type of entertainment in the silent
days, can bend sound to his will,
and produce a film of even vaster
proportions than in the past.
Fredric March scores as the Ro
man patrician, Marcus Superbus,
who loves a Christian girl; Elissa
Landi is lovely as the Christian
Mercia; Claudette Colbert sur
passes her every past performance
as the wicked Empress Poppaea;
Charles Laughton is no less than
magnificent as Nero.
RIVOLI — SAN BENITO
“Madame Butterfly”, Para
mcunt’s modern screen version of
the romantic story of a Japanese
Geisha Girl, is the current at
traction at the Rivoli Theatre. San
Benito. Sylvia Sidney has 'he title
role.
The film, briefly, centers around
the romance between an Amer
ican naval officer, played by the
popular Cary Grant, and Madame
Butterfly. Meeting accidentally,
they fall in love and are married
in Oriental fashion. After several
months of much happiness. Grant
is forced to return to the United
States, promising to return. He
does, but under entirely different
circumstances.
The I
Once Over
Bf H. L PHILLIPS
RULERS OF THE U. S. A.
Henry the First was a very fine
scholar
And scholars are known to be
wise;
He was never in doubt, and he
rubbed nothing out,
And he always knew all the
replies.
But his fondness for lampreys he
couldn’t keep under.
He asked for six helpings one
night, so no wonder
If, very soon after, his blood-vessel
burst.
Which finished the learning of
Henry the First,
From "Kings and Queens.”
• • *
George Washington was a fighting
man
Who rode a charger skittish;
He helped the British lick the
Braves—
And then he licked the British.
He scorned the offer of a crown
And made the proffers shake it;
Oh, little did he think some day
Frank Roosevelt would take it.
• ft •
Andrew Jackson was a man
Who loved the smoke and
powder;
When canncns roared beside his
ear
He’d bellow, "Louder! Louder!”
Fcr breakfast he liked Injuns served
On nicely buttered toast;
For lunch he'd shoot an enemy
And serve him as a roast.
He was a fighting President,
A man of fiercest mixtures;
His hard luck was that in his time
There were no moving pictures.
• • m
Grover Cleveland came from Buf
falo
He liked to fish, if you would
rcw;
He was so very honest he
Was quite a curiosity.
He always held that fishing was
The highest form of art,
And was the only President
Who, fishing, looked the part.
• • •
Wocdrow Wilson was a Tiger
teacher
Who looked and talked much
like a preacher;
He talked so fast no politician
Could follow him in good condi
tion.
He landed in the White House
neatly
And left the bosses stunned
completely;
And that was the start of all his
trouble—
He should have had a hard
boiled double.
• • •
Calvin Coolidse, taciturn,
Saw the bullish days return;
He saw the citizens go crazy
And thought the outlook very
hazy.
While we sang songs and took to
drinUing
Cal Coolidge sat there thinkng,
thinking_
He saw the cyclone swiftly growing
And notified the folks, “I’m go- !
ing.”
• • •
Franklin D. Roosevelt, wherever
he went.
Named Alfred E. Smith to be
President;
It didn’t do Alfred a bit cf good
But it helped our Frank (as he
knew it would).
One day the folks heard Franklin
D.
Say, "Folks. I’m nominating me!”
It was in the bag for him all the
while
For he had a wonderful newsreel
smile.
One day he was just, “You ol’
pertater”—
The next he was our sole Dic
tator;
Just where we are going we can’t
decide
But. boy. we will knew that
w’e've had a ride!
Poor Uncle Sam
Yankee Doodle came to town
Today’s Radio Features
WEDNESDAY, MAY 10 (Central and Eastern Standard Time)
Note—All programs to key and basic chains or groups thereof unless speci
fied; coast to coast (c to c) designation includes all available stations.
Programs subject to change. P. M.
(Daylight Time One Hour Later)
NBC WEAF NETWORK
BASIC—East: weat wlw weel wtic
wjar wtag wcsh wfi wlit wfbr wr<_ wgy
when wcae wtam wwj wsai; Midwest:
wmaq wcfl ksd woc-who wow wdaf
NORTHWEST & CANADIAN — wtmj
w iba kstp webc wday kfyr ckgw cfcf
SOUTH — wrva wptf wwnc wis wjax
wfla-wsun wiod wsm wmc wsb wapl
wjdx wsmb kvoo wky wfaa wbap kprc
woai ktbs kills
MOUNTAIN —koa kdyl kgir kghl
COAST—kgo kfi kgw komo klio kpo
kfsd ktar kgu
Cent. East.
3:00— 4:00—Al Bernard, the Minstrel
3:15— 4:15—Trio Romantique—also c
3:30— 4:30—Winnie the Pooh, Drama
3:45— 4:45—Paul Wing’s Story—east
4:00— 5:00—Meyer Davis Orch.—to c
4:30— 5:30—Back of News—also cst
4:45— 5:45—John Pierce, Tenor
5:00— 6:00—Jack and Loretta
5:15— 6:15—Burton Holmes, Talk
5:30— 6:30—Elvia Allman, Songstress
5:45— 6:45—The Goldbergs, Sketch
6:00— 7:00—Fannie Brice, Geo. Olsen
6:30— 7:30—Donald Novis, Tenor
7:00— 8:00—Ranny Weeks and Band
7:15— 8:15—Rocking Chair Memories
7:30— 8:30—Josef Lhevinne, Pianist
8:00— 9:00—Cob Pipe Club—cst to cst
8:30— 9:30—Dance Hits of Yesteryear
—east: Carveth Wells—midwest
9:00—10:00—Vincent Lopez Orchestra
9 30—10:30— Nat Brandwynne Orch.
10:00—11:00—Frank Libuse’s Orchestra
10:30—11:30—Don Pedro's Orchestra
CBS-WABC NETW )RK
BASIC—East: wabc wicc wade woko
wcao waab wnac wgr wkbw wkrc whk
ckok wdre wcau wip wjas wean wfbl
wspd wjsv; Midwest: wbbm wgn wfbm
kmbe wcco kmox wowo
EAST AND v ANADIAN — wpg Whp
wlbw whec wlbz wfea wore efrb ckae
DIXIE — wgst wsfa wbre wqam wdod
wnox klra wrec .vlac .vdsu wtoc krld
wrr ktrh ktsa waco koma wdbo wodx
win wdae wbip whas wtar wdbj wwva
wmbg wsjs
MIDWEST — wbcm wsbt weah wmbd
wtaq wkbh kfab wisn ksej wibw kfh
wmt wnac wkbn wgl
MOUNT AIN—kvor klz koh ksl
PACIFIC COAST — khj koin kgb kfre
kol kfpy kvi
Cent. East.
3:00— 4:00—The Captivators—also cst
3:30- 4:30-Skippy,Sketch -east only;
Between the Bookends—west
3:45— 4:45—Do Re Mi Trio—also cst
4:00— 5:00—Tremaine Orches.—also c
4:30— 5-30—Jack Dempsey Gym _
east; Skippy, Sketch —mid west rpt
—Geo. Scherban Orchestra
6:00— 6:00—Chas. Carlile, Tenor—to c
Cent. East.
5:15— 6:15—Buck Rogers in 2433
east; Martin's Orchestra—Dixie
5:30— 6:30—Travelers’ Quartet—east;
Freddie Martin’s Orchestra—Dixie;
The Devil Bird—midwest
5:45— 6:45—Boake Carter — basic;
Kansas City Presents—west
6:00— 7:00—Voice of Experience —
basic; Melody Magic—Dixie; Har
monies—west; Gendron's Orch.—
midwest
6:15— 7:15—Modern Male Chorus—toe
6:30— 7:30—Kate Smith, Songs — ba
sic; Dictators Orchestra—Dixie
6:45— 7:45—Abe Lyman's Or.—basic;
Dictators—Dixie; Yodelers—west
7:00— 8:00—Irvin S. Cobb—coast out
7:15— 0:15—The Serenaders—also cst
7:30— 8:30—Burns and Allen—basic; |
Ann Leaf, Organ Recital—Dixie
8:00— 9:00—George Givot—cst to cst
8:30— 9:30—Edwin C. Hill—also coast i
8:45— 9:45—Light Opera Gems—also c
9:15—10:15—Little Jack Little—to cst
9:30—10:30—Joe Haymes Orch.—c to C
10:00—11:00—E. Duchin Orches.—c to c
10:30—11:30—Ozzie Nelson Or.—c to c
11:00—12:00—Dance Hour—wabe onlv
NBC-WJZ NETWORK
BASIC — East: wjz wbz-wDza wbal
wham kdka wgar wjr wlw wsyr wmal;
Midwest: wcky kyw kfkx wenr wls
kwk kwcr koil wren wmaq kso
NORTHWEST & CANADIAN - wtmj
wiba kstp webc wday kfyr ckgw cfcf
SOUTH — wrva wptf wwnc wis wjax
wfla-wsun wiod wsm wmr wsb wapi
wjdx wsmb kvoo wky wfaa wbap kprc
W’oai ktbs kths
MOUNTAIN—koa kdvl kclr kghl
PACIFIC COAST — kgo kfi kgw komo
khq kpo kfsd l.tar
Cent. East.
3:15— 4:15—Dick Daring—east only
3:30— 4:30—The Singing Lady—east
3:45— 4:45—Orphan Annie—east only
4:00— 5:00—To Be Announced
4:15— 5:15—King Kill Kare & Adolph
—east: Dick Daring—midwest rpt
4:30— 5:30—Three X Sisters, Songs
4:45— 5:45 — Lowell Thomas — east:
Orphan Annie—midwest repeat
5:00— 6.00—Amos ’n’ Andy—east only
5:15— 6:15—Octavus R. Cohen Story
5:30— 6:30—Black String Symphony
6:00— 7:0C—The Crime Clues Mystery
6:30— 7:30—The Three Jesters—east
6:45— 7:45—Phil Cook and His Act
7:00— 8:00—Sherlcck Holmes Adven.
7:30— 8:30—To Be Announced
8:00— 9:00—Tlie Revelers Quartet
8:15— 9:15—Beatrice Berenson, Songs
8:30— 9:20—Chicago World's Fair
9:C0—10:00 — Picket.s Sisters — east
only: Amos 'n' Andy —repeat for w
9:15—10:15—Berr ice Clair. Soprano
east. Cohen Story—west repeat
9:30—10:30—Master Singers Chorus
10:00—11:00—Bert Lown Orchestra
10:15—11:15—Sherlock Holmes—c rpt
10:3(^—11:30—Johnny Johnson’s Orches.
JERICHO
And built himself a nation.
But Dr. Tugwell flunked him and
Said, “What an aggravation!”
The doctor marked him zero and
Said. “Ignorance I war cn;
We scholars are the nation's brains
And Uncle Sam’s a moron!”
Elmer Twitchell understands that
if Columbia professors don't save
the country. Yale and Harvard will
be given a chance. But he doubts
that anything can really be ac
complished until we call in Notre
Dame.
Nothing is so unflattering these
days as to be told you're worth your
weight in gold.
The lady who shouted to Cong
ress, “You can’t spend money you
haven't get,” was not, it has been
ascertained, a married woman.
The pictures are a swell racket. ,
—Tallulah Bankhead, actress.
——■ ■ 1 ... ■
_Barbs _
Speaker says America has learn
ed nothing from Britain's experi
ences with the dole. So what? Has
Britain learned anything?
• • •
Gandhi's going to fast three
weeks again, he says. Lucky hes
doing it in India, not here. Too
common here to attract any atten
tion.
DflRunG Fool rg
BEGIN HERE TODAY .
MONNIE O’DARE. 20 find beau- '
tiful, help* to support her young
brother and sister by working in
a drugstore. Monnie is in lore
with DAN CARDIGAN, rich and
handsome, hut he seems to neg
lect her for SANDRA LAW
RENCE. a member of his own set.
HETTY, Sandra’s maid, sus
pects her of “vamping” JIMMY,
the chauffeur. CHARLES EUS
TACE, new in town, is kind to
Monnie and Kay, her younger
sister. Kny makes a “pick-up”
acquaintance with CHESTER
BIGELOW, traveling man, who
flatters her, telling her she ought
to be in New York.
NOW’ GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER XIII
HARLES said “Hot!” and
smiled. He wore no hat and
the pallor of his skin was a thing
Monnie noted subconsciously. Un
like Dan, wrho wore his sunburn
with a swagger, Eustace never
tanned but bore always, in spite
of hatless horseback riding and
mornings at golf, a kind of trQpic
indolence which suited him well.
He wore, Just now, the most ele
gant of careless white flannels and
a blue coat. *
“You look awfully cool,” he
said to the girl sitting on the low
step, in the shadow of the honey
suckle vine.
Monnie scarcely stirred. She
felt the smile with which she an
swered him to be a prodigious ef
fort. There seemed to be no life
in her at all these days. Tonight
after a cold supper and after a
shower she had slipped into one
of her oldest party frocks—a blue
lace of two seasons ago, unsuita
ble she felt for anything but the
warmest night in Belvedere. She
had not expected visitors but here,
on her very doorstep, was the
most elegant young man in town!
She said with an effort, “Thanks.
I don’t feel at all cool.”
She glanced up at him in the
half dark, one flushed cheek rest
ing on a slim, long-fingered hand,
uer breath coming and going
quickly beneath the folds of soft
lace. The bodice was cut rather
low and the creamy skin of her
neck and bosom glimmered above
it. Her eyes, shadowed with
weariness and heat, looked big
and dark under their fringe of
heavy lashes.
She asked him to sit down. He
made a gesture toward the car
in the shadows outside the gate
and said slowly, “I’d thought per
haps you'd come for a drive—out
where it’s cool.”
“Mother and Mark have gone to
a strawberry festival,” Monnie
said with apparent irrelevance.
“And Kay—Kay’s over at ’Rlssy’s.
I wonder if I ought—"
“We’ll be back in an hour,”
Charles said. “Why not?"
She debated this. She had re
fused to go to the festival. She
had said she was too tired but the
real reason was her desire to
avoid people. Prying people who
would ask questions. About Dan
About everything
With this man it was different, i
She could be easy with him. He
was—well, a friend! She felt
that. Splendid in his way, of
course, but not, Monnie thought,
the type to stir her pulses.
• • •
AS he held out his hand to assist
her, she gave him her own.
A child’s clasp, Charles EuBtace
felt, half piqued and half amused.
"Believe I will,” Monnie mur
mured softly. "If you’ll excuse
this—this ridiculous costume.”
He gave her a mocking bow,
practiced eyes taking in every de
tail of her appearance. The lace
had been adroitly cut to show
every exquisite line of the girl’s
figure.
"It’s a lovely dress,” he told
her. Monnie widened her eyes at
his tone. There was something
not quite cordial about it. Did he
think she was fishing for compli
ments?
She reddened to the roots of
her hair and in that Instant
Charles Eustace regretted his dis
courtesy. Used ag he was to the
finished wiles of* more sophisti
cated women, he had carelessly
bulked this young girl with the
crowd.
“I’m sorry,” he said awkward
ly. "I really mean it. It is a
lovely dress—”
"Of course, it is old,” Monnie
faltered, hurt by she knew not
what. "It’s a party dress, too, and
unsuitable—but I was so hot—I
had nothing else so cool—I didn’t
expect anyone—”
one naiea nerseu ior 11, out
suddenly she was in tears.
“Do forgive me. I'm an idiot—
but I seem to be all tired out and
we were so busy today at the
store—”
A big clean handkerchief was
pressed into her hands. She
straightened herself, mopping at
the persistent tears, trying to
smile again. But it had not been
just that. Both she and the man
knew that his tone was the lash
which had cut her deeply. Charles
Eustace said, slowly, “Monica,
you do know I’m your friend,
don’t you?” ,
She stared at him. “I hope so.
Of course!”
He flicked at the bushes beside
him with a willow switch he had
picked up.
“It’s only—only that I get into
one of my bad moods now and
again and say things I don’t
mean. I did mean your frock was
lovely. But some devil of sarcasm
put that edge on my voice. I don’t
know why. Or yes, I do. I’m used
to the sort of woman who invites
comment on her attire I thought,
ior an instant, that was what you
were doing. I ask your par
don—”
“But even if I had,” Monnie
began, puzzled, “it’s no crime,
surely, to want compliments?”
He laughed on an uncomforta
ble note.
“Of course not. Monica, you
don’t know anything about me.
I’ve got a wretched temper. I’ve
been through some bad times.
Some day perhaps I’ll bore you by
telling you about them."
“It wouldn’t bore me In the
least,” the girl told him demure
ly. Her tears had dried now. The
little flare up had only served to
heighten her color.
“Waft just a minute. I’ll get
a scarf for my hair,” she said,
going back into the darkened
house. She paused to scribble a
line for her mother and in that
instant the telephone rang stri
dently. Her instant thought, as al
ways. waking and sleeping, was
“Dan!” She put one hand to her
breast with an unconsciously dra
matic gesture and called out to
the man In the shadows, “I’ll an
swer that. Hope you don’t mind
waiting.”
• • •
T IFTING the receiver, she was
conscious of an almost un
bearable feeling of tension. But
---
it was not Dan’s deep voice that
came to her over the wire.
“Oh, Miss Anstice. Yes. How
are you?”
She put cordiality into her tone.
Miss Anstice was an old family
friend.
Charles Eustace, lounging
against the pillar outside, heard
a note of alarm in the quick, terse
words that followed.
“What? Yes—yes. Please tell
me. Outside Miller’s garage just
five minutes ago? There must be
some mistake. She’s at Rissy’s!
Thank you. I know you won’t.
Yes, I’ll do something about it—
at once—good-by—*
All the color now drained from
her cheeks, she returned to
Charles Eustace.
“Something terrible—I don’t
know what to do!’*
He put out a brown, lean band,
touching hers. “Tell me. I’ll help
you.”
Eyes big and dark and unsee
ing. she stared at him.
“It’s Kay. She’s gone—with
some man. Miss Anstice happened
to see them. She’s not a gossip.
She’s & real friend. They had
bags, she said. The man was
asking the best way to Waynes
boro.”
Good Lord!" Charles said.
“Jump in. I know that road well.
We can catch op with them.”
Binding the scarf she had
picked up from the hall table
about her head with stumbling
fingers, Monnie obeyed. The
scents and sound of a June night
received them, as the motor
purred and the powerful little
car plunged down Denny street
Everywhere — everywhere were
little groups on porch and lawn.
Lights in little houses. Laughter.
The music of a radio. Monnie
thought, blindly, “Little Kay.
Little Kay. I’ve got to save her."
“Miss Anstice didn't happen to
mention what sort of car it was.
did she?” inquired Charles, ex
pertly swerving to avoid a boy
on a bicycle.
“No, she-—she—" Monnie’s
teeth were chattering now, as it
with cold. “I’m so f-frightened,”
she interpolated. “What if vM
don’t catch up with them? I
never can face Mother!”
The calm voice of the man in
the driver’s seat came to her.
“We’ll find her,” he said. “Don’t
you worry!”
• • •
A HEAD, miles ahead, on the
^ country road. Bigelow grinned
down at the girl beside him.
“Cooler now, baby? That aure
is a hot burg you live in.”
Kay said, “Yes. lots cooler’’
She cast an apprehensive glance
back over her shoulder. "Sure
nobody saw me when yon stopped
for gas?”
He had a big, booming laugh—
empty, meaningless. He employed
it now.
“Baby, don’t think about that
old burg any more. You’ve
shaken the dust from your shoes
You’re slated for big times.”
He slipped an arm around her
shoulders. Kay shrank from it
"Hadn’t you better watch the
road?”
The laugh boomed again
“Don’t like one-armed drivers, do
you. Baby?”
Kay grimaced to herself In the
darknesB. She’d been a fool to
come, she told herself, but she
was no quitter. She’d burned her
boats. She’d have to keep on
going.
(To Be Continned)