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Established July 4, 1892 Published every afternoon (except Saturday) and Sunday morning. Entered as second-class matter in the Postoffice, ._Brownsville. Texas THE BROWNSVILLE HERALD PUBLISHING COMPANY _ _ 1263 Adams St, Brownsville, Texas MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the use for publication of su news dispatches credited to it or not otherwise credited in this paper, tod also the local news published herein. Subscription Rates—Daily and Sunday: One Year ...... 19.00 Six Months ,,,,,,,, 14.50 Three Months ..*. .********. 12.25 One Month ........********"**”***********’""""]" 75 TEXAS DAILY PRESS LEAGUE National Advertising Representative Dallas, Texas, 512 Mercantile Bank Building. Kansas City, Mo„ 306 Coca-Cola Building. Chicago, 111, 180 North Michigan Avenue. Los Angeles, Cal, Room 1015 New Orpheum Bldg, 846 B. Broadway. New York, 370 Lexington Avenue. St. Louis, 502 Star Building. Ban Francisco, Cal, 318 Kohl Building. Business Is Better Figures from Washington tell a reassuring story of the extent of the pickup in business. Activity in June and early July was 89 per cent of the 1923-25 average, an increase of 12 per cent over May, and 33 per cent over July of last year. Output of steel, automobiles, shoes, textiles, and many other products in creased. The American Federation of Labor estimates that 1,500,000 persons have found jobs since March. This is a distict gain, but labor officials point out that 11,500, 000 persons are still without work. Success of present efforts of NRA would mean that 5,000,000 or 6,000,000 of these would be employed by September. There are indications that production is running •ahead of consumption, since department store sales in June receded 1 per cent. An appreciable increase in em_ ployment would stimulate mass buying power. Conditions still remain far from normal and the country is by no means out of the woods. But the curve is swinging upward. The Forest Army Good reports come from the 1428 camps scattered over the country in which some 300,000 youths are en rolled in the Civilian Conservation Corps. These amateur foresters, according to government officials, are earning their keep in improving the nation’s forests by building roads and bridges, clearing underbrush, protecting the forests against fire and pests, and per. forming other useful tasks. In addition, the young men, most of whom otherwise would be idle, are engaged in healthful outdoor wrork, and seem to be having a pretty good time of it. The gov ernment is spending about $20,000,000 a month in main taining the corps, but most of this is sent to the families of the workers, who have been on relief rolls. The forest army was originally enlisted for six months, but unless Congress objects, will be kept at work until spring because of the good showing that has been made. The Kidnaping Menace The series of kidnapings which have provided so many bkick headlines for the newspapers recently comes as a shocking and horrifying development; and the insolence and defiance of the underworld which produced them re mind us sharply that so far we have made no headway whatever in our avowed fight to check gangsterism. Few crimes strike so directly at the security and safe ty which organized society seeks to provide for its mem bers as does kidnaping. It is the meanest of crimes and the most dangerous. It can flourish only when society’s means of protecting itself against lawlessness is on the very edge of collapse. These recent kidnapings ought to arouse us to tackle the whole problem of gangsterism with genuine vigor and determination. The job -will be one of the hardest vne ever undertook; but it will also be one of the most im portant. (Continued From Page One) she reached the third floor. She had just five minutes to change from the brown ensemble which was her wedding costume into her smart but simple black office dress. The change was accom plished in the allotted time and the brown costume and the cor sage of creamy, fragrant rosebuds with tawny orchids that Dick had sent, put away in her locker. Thank goodness none of the girls whom she knew at Bixby’s had spied that corsage! They could scent a wedding months away. She slipped off her wedding ring, the little circlet of pale yel low gold engraved with orange blossoms which she had chosen instead of platinum because it matched the golden lights in her amber eyes and honey-colored hair and harmonized with the October browns and yellows that were her favorite colors. She put the ring in the chamois envelope which guarded her money and trinkets. Eve had told no one at Bixby’s that she was to be married today. She would not tell them for a while— not until she was certain she wish ed them to know. Oh, she should have waited until June to be married ,she told her self unhappily as she went into the office. If only they could have been married Saturday instead of today, it would have • helped the situation some. But the state law had been changed and a three-day notice was required before a mar riage license could be issued. She knew she should not be thinking about all this now. She must keep her nerves steady and her mind clear for that conference with Mr. Barnes at two o’clock. She hoped, yet feared, the outcome of that conference. ¥ 9 ■ Eve was relieved to find there was no one in the advertising of fice except Marya Vlad, the fashion artist, who was working at her drawing board in a corner by the window. Perhaps Marya was not so oblivious to what went on about her as she seemed. Perhaps her candid blue eyes were more pene trating than her fellow workers realized, but at any rate she was too courteous and considerate to ask questions that might prove un welcome. She merely looked up and smiled as Eve entered. “Did any one ask for me?” Marya knew of the conference with Mr. Barnes, scheduled for two o’clock. “No one. How lovely you look today, Eve.” “Oh, I'm glad you think so! I have a special reason for wanting to look well today.” “Is that so.” echoed a voice in gay raillery and Arlene Smith, Earle Barnes stenographer, entered the office, only a few steps behind Eve. “Don’t tell us you are turn ing to such tactics to land a pro motion,” Arlene went on. “Not aft er the way I’ve been bragging to my family about the high-minded ness and all-around superiority of this office force!” “Goodness, no!” laughed Eve. “The promotion, if any, hasn’t a thing to do with my wish. I just came in from a date with a very special man. He's the marked vic tim of my fatal charm—not Mr. Barnes, nor yet Mr. Bixby.” “Oh, I know,” said Arlene. “The strong, silent one who parks that yellow roadster at the side entrance at quitting time about five evenings a week. Listen, dearie, any time you get a chance to pass up this madhouse in exchange for a per manent seat in that roadster and the privilege of operating a kitchen et and can-opener for that young man you’d better grab off the prize.” “Sometimes I really believe you prefer domesticity to a business career,” Eve said. “Just watch me help myself to the first chance at) sweet domes ticity that comes my way,” was Arlene's fervent reply. “’I’m fully as domestic as Marya, here, and twice as domestic as you, Eve. But do the men see that? They do not! I’m all right to play around with but when they begin to shop around for an engagement ring they have some sweet young thing like you or Marya in mind.” Eve laughed uneasily and lOut Our Way ....... By Williams 4 _ _ B tK\ \ / Ql\ UP'^ rritTA ■ ■5<®Sg: V « Va«\mc^ w wou'uu ) T£t ^OKXT 8E T'-E-roo far/V OM Him. • <=*=^ -TH’ / \ _sC l'.: y iibbbwhi ^—*5:— IfeivVOc lT>co.\ [ ttT.R.VJilA-i. >3 ^vwrrweASPivicE. WC._ FE.TCh\ED r*m* fl-ii. slipped a fresh sheet of paper into her typewriter. The con versation was on dangerous ground. It had been on the tip of her tongue a moment ago to tell Arlene and Marya about the wedding that noon in the Little Stone Church, but she was not yet ready for that disclosure. Too many things were crowding them selves into this day. • • • 'T'HE second of the most Impor * tant events of Eve’s life was to take place within two hours after her wedding. Two sharp sounds of the buzzer summoned her to the office of Earle Barnes, advertising manager of Bixby’s. Although her work took her to Barnes’ office many times each day. Eve felt half-sick with trepi dation this time. She trembled involuntarily, and her head throbbed with a dull ache. Yet she strove to maintain an appear ance of outward calm. A swift glance in the wavy old mirror hanging over the washstand in the corner reassured her, and the group gathered about Barnes' desk little suspected that the lovely, flushed face and eager bright eyes of the girl joining them masked real fright. Eve’s chin was held high, however, and she managed a smile as she ac knowledged the salutatory nod of white-haired Mr. Bixby, founder and owner of the store. So much depended upon the outcome oi this conference. Barnes drew up a chair for Eve, next to Alice Marshall, who was first assistant advertising man ager. Mr. Bixby brought from his vest pocket a pair of Oxford glasses which he unfolded and ad justed on his dignified nose. “The better to see you, my dear," thought Eve, and she felt that with the aid of those powerful lenses he could pierce through to her innermost thoughts and discover her secret. “Miss Bayless,” he began with customary dignity, “you are un doubtedly aware that It is the policy of the Bixby store to watch carefully the progress of each of its employees. From the time you joined us we have noted with sat isfaction your spirit toward your work, your co-operation and your initiative.” Mr. Bixby smoothed the narrow black ribbon attached to his glasses before he went on “Miss Marshall is leaving us, as you, of course, know. And it becomes necessary for us to choose a successor to fill her posi tion. Mr. Barnes and I discussed the matter of the New York trip after my talk with you this morn ing, Miss Bayless, and it has been definitely decided that you are to go.” “Oh—how nice!” Eve managed to articulate. “It will give added interest and Importance to the launching of your special column and ought to give you talking points for many weeks to come. Women read de partment store advertising pri marily for the purpose of learn ing of bargains and new merchan dise. I’ve always contended, however, that in addition adver tising should be chatty and inter esting in itself. Well, we’re counting on you to make Bixby’s advertising chatty and interest ing. “What t’tis change may lead to eventually depends largely upon yourself—the selling power of your copy, your initiative and the ability you display in other ways.” “Thank you. I’ll do my very best,” Eve promised. “Do you— did you definitely decide that I’m to go tonight? I could go a little later just as well.” Eve was pray ing in her heart, “Not tonight. Hear God, don’t let it be tonight!” CHAPTER I-A jl YR. BIXBY frowned slightly. ^ "Yes, you are to start to night. I thought that point was definitely understood. As yon know, Miss Marshal) leaves Sat urday. We want you here the fol lowing Monday. “Go up to my office,” Mr. Bixby went on, “and Miss Birney will take care of your expense money. She’s wired for a hotel reserva tion and ordered your transporta tion. Take whatever time you need this afternoon to go home and pack or for shopping.” With an indulgent smile he dismissed an exultant yet frightened Eve. Eve knew that this trip to New York meant that the management at Bixby’s had almost ceTtainly decided upon her as the successor to Alice Marshall. When she ac cepted the expense money for the trip, she felt she had sealed her fate. It was the thing she had} wanted, of course. She had slaved j to get where she was. Eve’s work always had come before her pleasures aud ever since she be gan working she had bent all her energy toward one goal—to be come manager of an advertising office. This promotion was a long and important step toward that ambition. The expense money exchanged for Travelers’ checks and tucked safely into the chamois bag with her precious wedding ring. Eve J went to the Y. W. C. A- where she had roomed ever since com ing to Lake City, and packed & bag for the New York trip. The small, shabby room at the Y that she had occupied these! last busy, happy months of her j girlhood already seemed a little strange, a little deserted. Eve | had stayed on here even after she could have afforded more attrac- * tive and comfortable quarters. This decision was prompted en tirely by economy. The building was conveniently near her work, j and provided room and board at j a very reasonable rate. Eve pre ferred to economize thus and puti the money saved Into pretty' clothes r d educati -al advance ment. Eve was careful; thrifty. She did nothing without a defi nite purpose. From the little table that served as a writing desk the pic tured face of Eve’s mother smiled at her from its cheap frame— the warm, steady mother-smile that had been unfailing all through Eve’s life. Now she paused contritely before that pic cure of Kate Bayless, it was wrong, of course, not to have written to her mother that she was marrying Dick today. It was the first time she had ever shut her mother out from any impor tant event of her life. True, she; and Dick had decided hastily. And of course her mother was certain to approve of Dick, Eve reflected proudly. Her father, too. Dick Rader was exactly the sort of dependable, industrious young man to please the most exacting parents. Nothing to With a quick look to see that no one n>as near, Dick gathered her in his arms. worry about on that score. Suddenly Eve was conscious of that cheap, nondescript frame that held her mother’s picture. Always she had planned to buy a better one, but always there had! been something she had wanted I for herself. Now she was ashamed that Dick should see her mother’s j picture in this frame. It almost' seemed to her that he would know about the various things j she had bought for herself with 1 money that might have bought a frame. She would buy a new one in New York—a lovely, silver one. I • • • she packed for the trip Eve I remembered regretfully that! she really had very little beside i her clothes to take to her new home. She had never as do so many girls, bought pretty things to adorn her future home. Esther, i her sister, had dozens of lovely gifts to take with her when she married. But Esther bad bad a long engagement to a home-town boy, showers, engagement parties, and a wedding to which a wide circle of relatives and friends | were Invited. Those things meant so much to Esther. With Eve marriage was important, but so was her career. Eve recalled how she had started at Bixby’s. Determined to get a foothold as a copy-writer, she had made the rounds of all the agencies and all the stores in Lake City before she reached Bixby’s. The fact that no one needed a beginner and frankly told her so, had not discouraged her but merely put her on her mettle. Then she did what she considered a daring, preposterous thing. She went to Bixby’s, most exclusive store of all, and begged Earle Barnes, the advertising manager, to give her a trial. "Never mind discussing salary now,” she had said. “Let me work two weeks. Then give me what you think I’m worth.” And that astute gentleman, who prided himself on bis shrewdness In judging an applicant’s character and ability, had told her to go ahead. “But remember,” he warned her, “I’m not prom'iing you a defi nite Job. There isn’t an opening here at present. You’ll have to make a place for yourself. Browse around here and there in the store. If you see merchan dise that looks to you like news, write about it. If you make good—” And EJve had made good. Now Barnes was demonstrating his faith in her ability by giving her a column in Bizby’s daily adver tisement to fill with chatty com ment on the fashions, new mer chandise and the like. And to give the column an Impressive start, Eve was to have a week in New York. Two days with Freda Carter, the dress buyer, on her way home from Paris with trunks filled with gowns from the Rue de la Paix, and the rest of the week to look about for herself. Eve’s heart should sing, she told herself, instead of lying like a lump of lead and interfering w'1'' h?r breath iler heart should sing because she was Dick’s wife. But this evening— the evening of their wedding— she was going to New York with out him. And Dick had not yet been told that she was going. IT was 6:40 that evening before Eve, almost breathless with haste and excitement, emerged from Bixby’s. Dick was waiting. There was something almost pa thetic about the way she ap proached him. “Oh, Dick, I’ve kept you waiting!" she cried, penitent, as she slipped her arm through his. And something re assuring, protecting, in his an swer that be would always be waiting for ber. The November day had turned stormy and Eve brushed the snow from Dick's shoulders as they reached his roadster. How band some be looked in bis new navy blue camel’s bair overcoat. There was an air of unassuming pros perity about him. Dick tucked her in, pressed her hand and closed the door. When he slipped behind the wheel and started the motor Eve leaned over and kissed him. With a quick look to see that no one was near, Dick gath ered her in his arms for a brief instant and as quickly let her go. She would tell him now. Might as well have it over. "Dick,” she began, ”1 have something very, very Important to tell you.” "Better wait till we get out of this traffic,” he warned. "We’ll have a lot to talk over then.” And Eve was glad for the de- 9 lay. It was not going to be easy to tell him. They followed the bouler- ' c ' toward the I’ Dick driving at the rate of 25 miles an hour to keep with the green lights and avoid abrupt stopping on the slippery asphalt. Eve was sick with worry. She snuggled as closely as she dared to Dick’s arm. "Happy?” he asked. "You know I am,” she told him and managed to smile. They drove to Mission Inn for their wedding dinner. Eve was glad that Dick had selected this charming place. The evergreens outside the imposing, tile-roofed stucco building were mantled with Christmas-like whiteness. Inside, soft organ music came from the chapel. m * m AT their table—a small one set for two—the southern Cali fornia influence for whicl* Mission Inn had been named was even more in evidence. A starred ceiling of heavenly blue shut out the winter night and storm. Wis teria trailed along the eaves and hung in purple clusters. Bril liantly colored parakeets looked saucily at the diners from their ringed perches near the fountain. Here was a lemon tree in a green tub and there an orange tree or an oleander. The air was fra grant with exotic blossoms. On a wrought iron balcony above sat a senorita in yellow, wearing a black lace mantilla and a red rose in her hair. She was picking out soft melodies on a golden harp. | Dick had reserved the table and^ ordered the dinner. Excited andc? worried as she was, Eve realized that she was hungry. She remem bered now that she had eaten nothing since breakfast. She sipped the mushroom soup, with its unusual piquancy of flavor, for which the inn was famous and ate with relish the baked squab which was another specialty of the place. When the dessert ar rived—frozen cream molded in the form of mission bells—she looked thoughtfully across the table at Dick. “Our wedding bells, Dick,” she smiled wistfully. “I like it this way," he said, “Without all the fuss and excite ment. Just we two in a world by ourselves.” j ojr'-’ves ... by ourselves,” Eve murmured. Then she took the plunge. “Darling,” she began, "I’ve been trying to tell you for an hour. I—nothing haB ever been so hard for me! I can scarcely begin—but would you feel dread fully if I had to leave you?" (To Be Continned) The World At a Glance By LESLIE EICHEL Out west mining stocks will be scarce henceforth. Many small mines with big promoters are fold ing up. The new federal securities act is responsible. No longer may i a promoter refer to a mine in glow ing terms. He may state only the fads. One westerner told me that is discouraging. « • • NEW SECURITIES ACT A Chicago investment banker go ing west on a holiday is certain the new federal securities act will be rewritten when congress con venes. “It gives fly-by-night invest ment men a chance to clean up, but legitimate investment bankers fear to recommend a thing under the rigid terms of the act,” says this banker. It is admitted that the field for government securities is broadened. “But,” asks the invest ment banker, “how will corpora tions obtain needed capital?” STATE CAPITALISM The westerner, no less than the easterner, is beginning to see that the whole Roosevelt plan is a form of state capitalism. The capitalist structure is permitted to remain, btu is dominated by the federal government, which regulates in take and outgo. There is no even spread, as socialism contemplated, nor is there the all in the hands of the state for distribution among the masses, as in communism. A dining car steward discussed it with me. He believes NIRA is just to all except the small businessman. He may suffer elimination in the process, as occurred to a large de gree in Russia. Yet, the dining car steward argues further, if, through this sacrifice, purchasing power is returned to the masses, then suffi cient volume 3 *ay accrue to the small business man to give him a profit margin. • • • STAY-AT-HOMES Dining car stewards bewail the lack of businessmen—except invest ment bankers—on vacation this year. “Something is turning up ev ery’ -minute at the office these days,” says a steward. “If an employer leaves home he may return to find a new Roosevelt order. It's hard on waiters.” Barbs They’re going to tear down all the fences on public lands. Sec. Ickes announces. Probably use un employed congressmen to rebuild 'em. • • • An optimist is a guy w’ho dares to eat huckleberry pie while wearing an ice-cream suit. - • • New Orleans seems to be a good vacation city. Lots of people down there apparently are spending their time trying to catch the kingfish. _Quotations j The long-discussed revolution is actually under way in the United States. —Donald Richberg, NRA general counsel. • • • If you just have to go around smacking cops when you are in Europe, don’t monkey with the civil guard in Spain. Talbot Mundy, author. ♦ * * It has often puzzled me why fear of change and desire for perma nence should be so strong in us. All our experience proclaims their futility. —Miss O. A. R. M. Wylie. British novelist. • • • There are no great men and wom en on the stage. —Harrison Grey Fiske, theatrical producer. WILEY POST SAYS IT WONT BE LONG NOW I )—-n r wakit a ' ROUMO-TRlP YES SIR, TICKET ROOMD l _J THE . sj WORLD? iiiihr iim w-fflfc — I co winces y <S€«fA*JV to ess 05 wep^e5 JAP A i COULD VOU ;LL US WHAX COUMTRV WE'RE IM?