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THE HOLBROOK NEWS, HOLBROOK, ARIZ., DECEMBER 29.
THE
CHAPTER XVIII Continued.
15
They reached the mouth of the SU-
- ver Queen. Barry reconnoltered a
moment before he gave the signal to
proceed. Within the tunnel they went.
- to follow along Its regular, rising
coarse to the stope where, on that
arlah day when Taylor BUI and
' Bllndeye Bozeman had led the enthu
lastlc parade through the streets, the
eln bad shown. It was dark there
o one was at work. Barry unhooked
tils carbide from his belt, lit It and
looked around.
. "It ain't coming from 'ere 1" he an
nounced. . "It's" then his voice
-- - Nvfiaffl'thatT
Again a rumbling had come from a
distance, as of an ore car traveling
over the tram tracks. Barry extin
guished bis light, and drawing Anita
end Falrcbild far to the end of the
tope, flattened them and himself on
the ground. A long wait, while the
rumbling came closer, stlU closer;
then. In the distance, a light appeared,
hlnlng from a side of the tunnel. A
clanging noise, followed by clatter
ing sounds, as though of steel rails
bitting against each other. Finally
the tramming once more and the
. tight approached.
Into view came an ore car. and be
hind It loomed the great form of Tay
lor Bill as he pushed It along. Straight
to the pile of ore he came, unhooked
the front of the tram, tripped It and
1)11 ed the contents of the car on top
. of "the duniD which already rested
there. With that, carbide pointing the
way. he turned back, pushing the tram
before him. Barry crept to his feet
"We've got to follow I" he whispered.
It's a blind entrance to the tunnel
cra'eres."
They rose and trailed the light along
the tracks, flattening themselves
gainst the timbers of the tunnel as
the form of Taylor Bill, faintly out
lined In the distance, turned from the
regular track, opened a great door in
the side of the tunnel, which, to all
appearances, was nothing more than
the ordinary heavy timbering of a
weak spot In the rocks, pulled it far
.Then, he stopped and raised a port-
big. A second later the door closed
- behind him, and the sound of the tram
began to fade In the distance. Barry
VAr. . 'iwmhI rrnnnlnir atnnir frtlA slriA
of the tunnel, feeling his way. stop
ping to listen now and then for the
sound of the fading ore car. Behind
blm were Falrchlld and Anita, foliow-
Ing the same procedure. And all three
topped at once.
' The hollow . sound was coming di
rectly to them" now. Barry once more
brought out his carbide to light It for
-a moment and to examine the tim
bering. "It's a good Job !" he commented.
You couldn't tell It five feet off!"
"They've made a cross-cut !" This
time It was Anita's voice, plainly an-
: ary in spue or. us wmspenng tones.
"No wonder they had such a wonder-
nl atrtlra wimo cutathlntrlv Thot
. Athop Btntu tffrtnm tVi ot-o
. - "Ain't nothing but a salted propo
sition," said Barry. "They've cement
ed up the top of It with the real stuff
and every once In a while they blow a
tot of It out and cement it up again
to make It look like that's the real
vein."
"And they're working our mine V
Red spots of anger were flashing be-
rore aircmicrs eyes.
"You've said It! That's why they
were so anxious to buy us out. And
that's why they started this two-million-dollar
stock proposition when
they found they couldn't do It. They
knew If we ever It that vein It
wouldn't be any time until they'd be
caught on the job. That's why they're
' ready to pull out with somebody
else's million. They're getting at the
end of their rope. Another thing ; that
explains them working at night."
Anita gritted her teeth.
"I see It now I can get the reason.
They've been telephoning Denver and
holding conferences and all that sort
If Urn
"W.'v- Got to Follow."
f thing. And they planned to leave
these two men behind here to take
II the blame."
They'll get enough of It!" added
Barry grimly. "They're miners. They
could see that they were making a
straight cross-cut tunnel on to our
vein. They ain't no children, Bllndeye
nd Taylor BllL And 'ere's where
they start getting their trouble."
Be pulled at the door and It yielded
grudgingly. The three slipped past,
''fallowing along the line of the tram
tracK in u oartmesH, riarry 8 picK
handle swinging beside , him as they
neaked along. Itods that seemed
Biles; at last lights appeared In the
distance. Barry stopped to peer ahead.
Then he tossed aside his weapon.
There's only two of 'em Bllndeye
nd Taylor Bin. I could whip 'em
both myself, but IH take the big un.
To " he turned to Falrchlld "you
at Blinder"
GROSS - CUT
By Courtney Ryley Cooper
C-pTiiflu bf LUUs, Brswm Co.. '
Til get him."
Anita stopped and groped about for
a stone.
Til be ready with something in case
of accident," came with determination.
Tve got a quarter of a million In this,
myself!"
They went on, fifty yards, a hun
dred. Creeping now, they already
were within the zone of light, but be
fore them the two men, double-Jacking
at a "swimmer," had their backs
turned. Onward until Barry and
Falrchlld were within ten feet of the
"hlgh-Jackers," while Anita waited,
stone in hand. In the background.
Came a yell, high-pitched, fiendish,
racking, as Barry leaped forward. And
before the two "hlgh-Jackers" could
concentrate enough to use their sledge
and drill as weapons, they weie
whirled about, battered against the
hanging wall, and swirling in a daze
of blows which seemed to come from
everywhere at once. Wildly Barry
yelled as he shot blow after blow Into
the face of his ancient enemy. BIgh
went Falrchild's voice as he. knocked
Bllndeye Bozeman staggering for Jie
third time against the hanging wall,
only to see him rise and to knock him
down once more.
Dizzily the sandy-haired man swung
about In his tracks, sagged, then fel ,
unconscious. Falrchlld leaped upon
him, calling at the same time to the
girl:
"Find me a rope! Hi truss his
hands while he's knocked out!"
Anita leaped Into action, to kneel
at Falrchild's side a moment later
with a hempen strand, as he tied the
man's hands behind his back. There
was no need to worry about Barry.
Glancing out of a corner of bis eye,
Falrchlld saw now that the big
Cornishman had Taylor Bill flat on
his back and was putting on the finish
ing touches. And then suddenly the
exultant yells changed to ones of com
mand. Talk English! Talk English, you
bloody blighter! Talk English! "Ear
me I'll knock the bloody 'ell out of
you If you dont Talk English like
this: "Throw up your 'ands!' "Ear
me?"
Anita swerved swiftly and went to
her feet Barry . looked up at her
wildly, his mustache . bristling like
the spines of a porcupine.
"Did you 'ear Mm sye It?" he asked.
"No? Sye it again!"
Throw up your 'ands!" came the
answer of the beaten man on the
ground. Anita ran forward.
"It's a good deal like It" she
answered. "But the tone was higher."
"Raise your tone!" commanded
Barry, while Falrchlld, finishing his
Job of tring his defeated opponent,
rose, staring in wonderment Then
the answer came:
That's it that's It It sounded
Just like it!"
And Falrchlld remembered too the
English accent of the highwayman on
the night of the Old Times dance.
Barry seemed to bounce on the pros
trate form of his ancient enemy.
"Bill," he shouted, Tve got you on
your back. And Tve got a right to
kill you. 'Onest I 'ave. And I'll do
it too unless you start talking. I
might as well kill you as not It's t
penitentiary offense to 'It a man un
derground unless there's a good rea
son. So Fm ready to go the 'ole route.
So tell It tell It and be quick about
It. Tell It wasn't you him?"
"Blm who?" the voice was weak,
frightened.
"Ton know 'oo the night of the
Old Times dance! Didn't you pull
that 'old-up?"
There was a long silence. Finally:
"Where's Rodalne?"
"In Center City." It was Anita who
spoke. "Be's getting ready to run
away and leave you two to stand the
brunt of all this trouble."
Again a silence. And again Barry's
voice: .
Tell It Wasn't you the man?"
Once more a long wait Finally:
"What do I get for It?"
Falrchlld moved to the man's side.
"My. promise and my partner's
promise that If you tell the whole
truth, we'll do what we can to get you
leniency. So tell the truth; weren't
you the man who held up the Old
Times dance?"
Taylor Bill's breath traveled slow
ly past his bruised Hps.
"Rodalne gave me a hundred dol
lars to pull it" came finally.
"And you stole the horse and every
thing" "And cached the stuff by the Blue
Poppy, so's I'd get the blame?" Barrv
wiggled his mustache fiercely. Tell
It or I'll pound your 'ead into a
Jelly!"
That's about the size of It"
But Falrchlld was fishing In his
pockets for pencil and paper, finally
to bring them forth.
"Not that we doubt your sincerity.
Bill," be said sarcastically, "but I think
things would be a bit easier - If you'd
Just write It out Let him up, Barry."
The big Cornishman obeyed grudg
ingly. "Make hit fulsome, Bill tell
J-jst 'ow you did It!"
And Taylor Bill, bloody, eyes black,
lips bruised, obeyed. Falrcbild took
the bescrawled paper and wrote his
name as a witness, then handed it to
Barry and Anita for their signatures.
At last he placed It in his pocket and
faced the dolorous high-jacker.
"What else do you know. Bill?"
"About what? Rodalne? Nothing
except that we were In cahoots on
this cross-cut. There Isn't any use
denying It" there had come to the
surface the Inherent honor that is
In every metal miner, a stalwartness
that may He dormant but that, sooner
or later, must rise. There Is some
thing about taking wealth from the
earth that Is clean. There Is some
thing about It which seems honest In
Its very nature, something that builds
big men In stature and in ruggedness,
and It builds an honor which fights
against any attempt to thwart It.
Taylor Bill was finding that honor
now. Be seemed to straighten. Bis
teeth bit at his swollen, bruised lips.
Be turned and faced the three per
son befor blm.
Take me down to the sheriff's
office," he commanded. "Ill tell every
thing. I don't know so awful much
because I ain't tried to learn any
thing more than I could help. But I'll
give up everything I've got."
"And how about him?" Falrchlld
pointed to Bllndeye, Just regaining
consciousness. Taylor Bill nodded.
"Bell tell he'll have to."
They trussed the big miner then, and
dragging Bozeman to his feet started
out of the cross-cut with them, Bar
ry's carbide pointing the way through
the blind door and Into the main tun
nel. Then they halted to bundle
themselves tighter against the cold
blast that was coming from without.
On to the mouth of the mine. Then
they stopped short
A figure showed in the darkness,
on horsebnek. An electric flashlight
That's Maurice! I Got a Glimpse of
His Face!"
suddenly flared against the gleam of
the carbide. An exclamation, an ex
cited command to the horse, and the
rider wheeled, rushing down the moun
tain side, urging his mount to dan
gerous leaps, sending him plunging
through drifts where a misstep might
mean death, fleeing for the main road
again. Anita Richmond screamed:
That's Maurice! I got a glimpse
of his face! Be's gotten away go
after him somebody go after him 1"
But It was useless. The horseman
had made the road and was speeding
down It Rushing ahead of the oth
ers, Falrchlld gained a point of vant
age where he could watch the fading
black smudge of the horse and rider
as it went on and on along the rocky
road, finally to reach the main thor
oughfare and turn swiftly. Then he
went back to Join the others.
"Be's taken the Center City road !"
came his announcement "Is there a
turn-off on it anywhere?"
"No." Anita gave the answer. "It
goes straight through but he'll have
a bard time making It there in this
blizzard. If we only had horses!"
They wouldn't do us much good
now! Climb on my back. You can
handle these two men alone?" This
to his partner. The Cornishman grunt
ed. "Yes. They won't start anything.
Why?"
"I'm going to take Miss Richmond
and hurry ahead to the sheriff's office.
Be might not believe me. But he'll
take her word and that'll be sufficient
until you get there with the prisoners.
I've got to persuade him to telephone
to Center City and head off the Ro
dalncsi" CHAPTER XIX""'
Be stooped and Anita, laughing at
her posture, clambered upon his back,
her arms about his neck. Falrchlld
found himself wishing that he could
carry her forever, and that the road to
the sheriff's office were twenty miles
away instead of two. But her voice
cut in on his wishes.
"I can walk now. We can get along
so much faster!" came her plea. "I'll
hold on to you and you can help me
along."
Falrchlld released her and she seized
his arm. Once, as they floundered
through a knee-high mass, Falrchild's
arm went quickly about her waist
and he lifted her against him as he
literally carried her through. When
they reached the other side, the arm
still held Its place and she did not
resist. Some way, after that, the
stretch of road faded swiftly. Almost
before he realized It. they were at the
outskirts of the city.
Grudgingly he gave up his hold up
on her, as they hurried for the side
walks and for the sheriff's office. There
Falrchlld did not attempt to talk he
left It all to Anitn. and Bardwell, the
sheriff, listened. Taylor Bill had con
fessed to the robbery at the Old Times
dance and to his attempt to so ar
range the evidence that the blame
would fall on Barry. Taylor Bill and
Bllndeye Bozeman had been caught at
work In a cross-cut tunnel which led
to the property of the Blue Poppy
mine, and one of them, at least bad
admitted that the sole output of the
Silver Queen had come from this thiev
ing encroachment Then Anita com
pleted the recital of the plans of the
Rodaines to leave and of their depart
ure for Center City. At last, Falrchlld
spoke, and told the happenings fhich
he had encountered in the ramshackle
house occupied by Crazy Laura. It
was sufficient. The sheriff reached
for the telephone.
"No need for hurry," he announced.
"Young Rodalne can't possibly make
that trip in less than two hours. We've
got plenty of time hello Central?
Long distance, please. What's that?
Yeli Long Distance. Want to put In
a call for Center City." A long wait
while a metallic voice streamed over
the wire Into the sheriff's ear. Be
hung up the receiver. "Blocked," he
said shortly. The wire's down."
"But there's the telegraph I"
"Ifd take half an hour to get the
operator out of bed office Is closed.
Nope. We'll take the short cut. And
we'll beat him there by a half -hour I"
Anita started.
"You mean the Argonaut tunnel?"
"Yes. Call up there and tell them
to get a motor ready for us to shoot
straight through. We can make It at
thirty miles an hour, and the skip in
the Reunion mine will get us to the
surface In five minutes. The tunnel
ends sixteen hundred feet under
ground, about a thousand feet from
Center City," he explained, as he noted
Falrchild's wondering gaze. "You stay
here. I'll be getting my car warmed
up to take us to the tunnel."
A thumping sound came from with
out Barry entered wtth his two
charges, followed shortly by Bardwell,
the sheriff, while Just beneath the of
fice window a motor roared In the
process of "warming up."
A moment more and a steel doer
clanged upon the two men, while the
officer led the way to his motor car.
There he looked quizzically at Anita
Richmond, piling without hesitation
into the front seat.
"You going too?" A
"I certainly am," and she covered
her intensity with a laugh, "there
are a number of things that I want
to say to Mr. Maurice Rodalne and
I hnven't the patience to wait 1"
Bardwell chuckled. The doors of
the car slammed and the engine roared
louder than ever. Soon they were
churning along through the driving
snow toward the great buildings of
the Argonaut Tunnel company, far at
the other end of town. There men
awaited them, and a tram motor, to
gether with its operator. The four
pursuers took their places on the
benches of the car behind the motor.
The trolley wa3 attached. Then clat
tering over the frogs, green lights
flashing from the trolley wire, the
speeding Journey was begun.
Three miles, four, five, while Anita
Richmond held close to Falrchlld as
the speed became greater and the
sparks from the wire above threw their
green, vicious light over the yawning
stretch before them. A last spurt,
slightly down-grade, with the motor
pushing the wheels at their greatest
velocity; then the crackling of elec
tricity suddenly ceased, the motor
slowed In Its progress, finally to stop.
A greasy being faced them and Bard
well, the sheriff, shouted his mission.
"Got to catch some people that are
making a get-away through Center
City. Can you send us up In the skip?"
"Yes, two at a time."
"All right!" The sheriff turned to
Barry. "You and I'll go on the first
trip and hurry for the Ohadi road.
Falrchlld and Miss Richmond will wait
for the second and go to Sheriff Ma
son's office and tell him what's up.
Meet us there," he said to Falrchlld,
as he went forward.
A long wait followed while Falrchlld
strove to talk of many things and
failed In all of them. Things were
happening too swiftly for them to be
put Into crisp sentences by a man
whose thoughts were muddled by the
fact that beside him waited a girl in
a whipcord riding suit the same girl
who had leaped from an automobile
on the Denver highway and
It crystalized things for him momen
tarily. "I'm going to ask you something
after a while something that Tve
wondered and wondered about I
know it wasn't anything but "
She laughed at him.
"You really didn't think I was the
Smelter bandit, did you?"
"Darned if I know what I thought
And I don't know what I think yet"
"It's very, very awful!" came In a
low, mock-awed voice. "But " then
the laugh came again "maybe if
you're good and well, maybe Til tell
you after a while."
"Bonest?"
"Of course I'm honest! Isn't that
the skip?"
Falrchlld walked to the skip, stepped
in, and lifted Anita to his side.
The Journey was made in darkness
darkness which Falrchlld longed to
turn to his advantage, darkness which
seemed to call to him to throw his
arms about the girl at his side, to
crush her to him, to seek out with an
instinct that needed no guiding light
the . laughing, pretty lips which had
caused him many a day of happiness,
many a day of worried wonderment
Be strove to talk away the desire
but the grinding of the wheels in the
narrow shaft denied that Bis fingers
twitched, his arms trembled as be
sought to hold back the muscles, then,
yielding to the Impulse, he started
"Da-a-a-g-gone It!"
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing."
But Falrchlld wasn't telling the
truth. They had reached' the light
Just at the wrong, wrong moment. Out
of the skip he lifted her, then Inquired
the way to the sheriff's office of this,
a new county. The direction was giv
en, and they went there. They told
their story. "You say Bardwell and
your partner went out on the Ohadi
road to head the young 'un off?"
"Yes Do you think?"
But a noise from without cut off the
conversation. Stamping feet sounded
on the steps, the knob turned, and
Sheriff Bardwell, snow-white, entered,
shaking himself like a great dog, as
he sought to rid himself of the effects
of the blizzard.
"Hello, Bardwell, what'd you find?"
"No matter how much a person dis
likes another one It's, It's always a
shock."
Anita came closer . "You mean that
he's dead?" The sheriff nodded. "He
KNEW HOW TO OPERATE HIS CAR
Motorman Resented the Help of the
Truck Driver, and Then
Repented.
A street car approached a busy
downtown corner, the motorman
clanging his gong. A truck driver
stepped from in front of his machine
parked near the track. He waved re
assuringly at the motorman and
measured with his hands to signal
sufficient clearance.
The motorman resented the truck
man's role of traffic director.
"I don't need nobody to show me
how to run a car. I been runnln' one
must have rushed his horse too hard.
When we got to him he was Just about
gone tried to stagger to his feet when
we came up, but couldn't make It Kind
of acted like he'd lost his senses
through fear or exposure or something.
Asked me who I was, and I said Bard
well. Seemed to be tickled to hear
my name but he called It Barnham.
Then he got up on his hands and knees
and clutched at me and asked me if
I'd drawn out all the money and had
it safe. Just to humor him, I said I
had. He tried to say something after
that but it wasn't much use. The first
thing we knew he'd passed out That's
where Harry Is now took him over
to the mortuary. There Isn't anybody
named Barnham, is there?"
"Barnham?" The name had awak
ened recollections for Falrchlld ; "why
he's the fellow-that "
But Anita cut In.
"He's a lawyer In Denver. They've
been sending all the income from stock
sales to him for deposit If Maurice
asked if he'd gotten the money out
It must mean that they meant to run
with all the proceeds. We'll have to
telephone Denver."
The message went through. Then
the two sheriffs rose and looked at
their revolvers.
"Now for the tough one." Bardwell
made the remark, and Mason smiled
grimly. Falrchlld rose and went to
them.
"May I go along?"
"Yes, but not the girl. Not this
time."
Anita did not demur. Falrchlld
walked to her side.
"You won't run away," he begged.
"I'll be right here," she answered,
and with that assurance, he followed
the other two men out Into the night
Far down the street where the
rather bleak outlines of the hotel
showed bleaker than ever in the frigid
night, a light was gleaming In a second-story
window. Mason turned to
his fellow sheriff.
"He usually stays there. That must
be him waiting for the kid."
The three entered. Tiptoeing, they
went to the door and knocked. A high
pitched voice came from within.
That you, Maurice?"
Falrchlld answered In the best imi
tation be could give.
"Yes. Tve got Anita with me."
Steps, then the door opened. For
Just a second Squint Rodalne stared
at them in ghastly, sickly fashion.
Then he moved back Into the room,
still facing them.
"What's the idea of this?" came his
forced query. Fairchild stepped for
ward. "Simply to tell you that every
thing's blown up as far as you're
concerned, Mr. Rodalne."
"You needn't be so dramatic about
it You act like I'd committed a mur-
Crashed Through the Window.
der! What 've I done that you
should"
"Just a minute. I wouldn't try to
act innocent For one thing, I hap
pened to be in the same house with
you one night when you showed Crazy
Laura, your wife, how to make people
immortal. And we'll probably learn a
few more things about your character
when we've gotten back there and
interviewed "
He stopped his accusations to leap
forward, clutching wildly. But In
vain. With a lunge, Squint Rodalne
had turned, then, springing high from
the floor, had seemed to double in the
air as he crashed through the big pane
of the window and out to the twenty
foot plunge which awaited him. Hur
riedly they gained the window, but al
ready the form of Rodalne had uni
rolled Itself from the snow bank Inti
which it had fallen, dived beneath the
protection of the low coping which
ran above the first-floor windows of
the hotel, skirted the building in safety
and whirled into the alley that lay bei
yond. Squint Rodaine was gone.
Frantically, Fairchild turned for the
door, but a big hand stopped him.
"Let him go let him think he's got
ten away," said grizzled Sheriff Mason.
"He ain't got a chance. There's snow
everywhere and we can trail him like
a hound dawg trailing a rabbit And
I think I know where he's bound for.
Whatever that was you said about
Crazy Laura hit awful close to home.
It ain't going to be hard to find that
rattler!"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
long enough to know when I can get
by."
He clangel angrily toward the
next corner where other trucks were
parked.
"I suppose some fool will step out
here to tell me how to run my car," he
snapped. Be glanced contemptuously
at a truck as bis car glided toward It
But there was no "fool to give di
rections this time and, to the very
great astonishment and chagrin of the
motorman who knew "how to (run
'em," his car sldeswlped the truck.
Kansas City Star.
I TALES
BIG CITIES
Life Getting Complex in the Big Cities
HICAGO. Louis Silbersteln. 1350
South Michigan aveuej turned
his screeching siren loysel as he
swerved, his automobile into' vJarfield
boulevard from State street Accord
ing to one of Health Commissioner
Bundesen's 130 specially deputized
"noise cops" the siren continued to
screech for one full block. The noise
cop overtook Mr. Silbersteln and sug
gested to him that the screeching
siren was not conducive to the health,
safety, and general welfare of Chica
go and its citizens.
"Go to hell," observed Mr. Silber
steln. The noise policeman reported to P.
S. Combs, Jr., chief of the "noise
cops." He reported to Doctor Bunde
sen, who opined that Mr. Silbersteln
Times Change and
T OS ANGELES. And now comes
dancing with the mind ! Many
funny things have happened with the
passing of time and at one period
when a young woman who dared to
dance publicly with anything except
her feet was subject to an immediate
trip to the hoosegow. But times
change so has dancing. Miss Irene
d'Annelle has arrived in Los Angeles
to teach dancing with the mind. ,
"Dancing is merely an expression
of primitive Instincts unless subject
ed to the refining Influence of mental
processes," says Miss d'Annelle.
There is a philosophy In the dance
of peoples just as there is philosophy
In their religion, art or literature."
It is to teach this philosophy in the
formation of a club that Miss d'An
nelle says she has come to Los, An
geles. In pointing out the possibilities of
dance philosophy, Miss d'Annelle said
that if the working girl is given an
appreciative understanding of the
beauty of movement and the benets
Motor Cars Used to
T"ETROIT. Nationwide investiga
tion into the uses to yhich the
motorcar Is put by its purchasers,
conducted by the National Automobile
Chamber of Commerce, discloses that
in 135,000 Instances in 6u cities
throughout the country the motorcar
has been used as a vehicle of relief
from high city rentals. The owners
of this number of automobiles have
moved from the city to the suburbs
and depend solely upon, their cars for
transportation between their offices
and homes.
Thus far the Investigation is income
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Nice Boy but a Devastating Appetite
EW YORK. There was a tow
headed, black-eyed boy, not much
more than two years old, on the New
Orleans car of a train which reached
(be Pennsylvania station at 6 a. m.
He was such a boy as is enveloped In
the embraces of wealthy looking
grandparents or uncles or aunts on
the train platform, and the porter,
who had mothered him all the way
from Shreveport La., was looking
forward confidently to such a demon
stration. He expected It to be at
least a $10 party. ,
To his chagrin, there was no party
at all. Nobody met the boy. The
porter waited with him, to make cer
tain, until the cars were taken to the
yards, for he was out the price of the
boy's meals during the trip.
It was a somber looking porter In
deed who ' led the youngster to the
matron's room In the station. The
train was just pulling out of Shreve
port be said, when a woman raced
alongside his car with a greenback hi
one hand and the boy in the other.
The porter accepted both tnd also
Trunks vs. Bloomers for Girl Athletes
SEATTLE. Miss Julia Durrant
sophomore at the University of
Washington, is out of athletics at that
institution for the rest of this quarter.
it is unofficially reported, oecause a
Sunday newspaper printed a photo
graph In which she was seen wearing
running trunks just like those affect
ed by track performers of the male
persuasion.
Miss Julia Boone, Miss Velda Cun
diff and Miss Katherine Bailey were
called before a faculty committee
with Miss Durrant all having ap
peared in the same photograph, and
FROM
had been unfortunate to so misuader
stand the importance of the health
department campaign against unnec
essary noises.
"Call him on the phone and explain
it to him," the commissioner directed.
"Chief" Combs did so.
"If the commissioner of health has
any business with me let him call me
himself," said Mr. Silbersteln, point
edly. Doctor. Bundesen did so.
"If you want to talk to me, come
down to my office," ordered Silber
stein, noisily banging up the receiver.
When brought to Doctor Bundesen'e
office, Silberstein denied emphatically
that he shot a block-long screech
from the siren of his car as he turned
from State strcot into Garfield boule
vard. He said he never was on Gar
field boulevard In his life.
"You can tell that to the Judge,"
said Doctor Bundesen.
Silberstein let it be known that his
car is a So-and-so. Doctor Bundc3en
noticed that the license records show
Sllbersteln's car as a Thls-and-that
Be admitted switching license tags un
the two cars without notifying the
secretary of state. Doctor Bundesen
ordered that in addition to the noise
making charge, the charge of switch
ing tags be placed against him.
Dancing With Them
of co-ordinate muscular action she
will find a new joy in her work and
new capabilities, which had lain dor
mant through poor blood circulation
and Improper state of mind.
"There is the dance of the war
rior, the peasant and the priest Why
not the dance of the stenographer,
the clerk, the cook?" she &sks.
Through an appeal to the working
girl's love of beauty of face, figure
and expression more can be accom
plished than by the Ineffective meth
ods of precept and much-abused tenets
of duty-to-self-ond-employer cults."
Fight High Rents
plete. The 60 cities from which re
ports have been received include only
three of the chief cities of the coun
try, Baltimore, Detroit and Cleve
land. The figures do not Include New
York. Boston, Philadelphia, Chicago,
San Francisco, St Louis, Los Angeles
or other cities of approximately theii
population. The combined population
of the 60 reporting cities Is less than
8,000,000. ...
If the same ratio Is maintained
throughout the rest of the United
States, not less than 500,000 automo
biles have been used during the past
three years in the fight against high
rents. j
Baltimore and Detroit are tied foi
first place In the number of motor
cars used primarily to carry workers
to and from their work each day. In
each case the number is aproximate
ly 25,000. Louisville Is rated next in
returns compiled thus far, with 20,000.
Oak Park, 111., and Cleveland are rated
at 5,000 cars each; Toledo at 3,500;
Tampa, Fla., Dayton, O., Pasadena,
CaL, and Casper, Wyo., at 3,000 each.
the woman's statement that the boj
would be met in New York. A mo
ment later he discovered that the
greenback was a $1 bill, that the boy
had an extra sailor suit in a package
under his arm and a half-fare ticket
to New York, but was otherwise un
prepared for the journey. He was a
nice boy, the porter said, but he bad
a devastating appetite.
From 0 a. m. until 5 p. m. the por
ter waited in that room, the matrons
scanning every one who entered, con
fident that the relatives of so fascinat
ing a boy would not neglect him long.
Miss Boone having been dressed just
like Miss Durrant
It is said all except Miss Durrant
expressed contrition, and she de
clared she was In a movement to
broaden athletics for girls at the uni
versity and would fight it to the end
According to Miss Mary Gross, heac
of the university department of phys
ical education for women, a jumper
bloomer suit of serge Is the limit fot
girl athletes.
Miss Durrant says that when sh
and Miss Boone posed in trunks the
were not thinking of what It wai
proper to wear at the university, bul
of what would get the best publicity
in an effort to bring about competi
tions with other Institutions. Ath
letics for women at the university art
intramural.
"We only want to interest othei
girls like ourselves so we can plaj
hockey, baseball and other games ai
towns like Everett and Tacoma," ex
plains Miss Durrant
Too much energy directed into th
wrong flannels," says Miss Gross.
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