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“EMBERS OF LOVE”

By HAZEL LIVINGSTON COPYRIOHT 1931 BY KINO FEATURES SYNDICATE, INC. • • - ■

I SYNOPSIS >u Lansing, young and cphonc operator, gives up tunity for an operatic cairry wealthy Ken Sargent, [her wanted him to marry ly prominent Peggy Sage tens to have the marriage Ken and Lily Lou are but she assures him she by him regardless of what Ken loses his position with but secures a better one. tg couple take a small t and are ideally happy, night. Lily Lou awakens Ken sobbing. Next day, meets Peggy Sage, and is > learn from her that Ken TKR TWENTY-ONE n't hear Ken come in. He the doorway, looking at are YOU moping about?” Jly Lou’s lips formed the it she couldn’t quite tell it Peggy. Not while he , keeping things to himvening dragged. Ken the radio, switched from in to another. Turned it ildn’t stand it any longer, and stood beside him, and looked at her, coldly she as he would at an inquiriger, she gave a little cry, and slipping to her ried her face in his lap. bear it,” she said in a iked voice. “I’ve tried to, t his arms tighten about ch convulsively. “Can’t ldn't, or she wouldn’t anseemed an eternity before ipain. His voice was mufi sorry. I’ve been acting mkey. It’s because I’ve ried. Lily Lou, I didn’t -11 you. I’ve lost my job.”' Id him tighter. Took a infu! breath. “And if you tne, who can you tell?” r long, unhappy silence, see the other girl again, right, soft hair, her smart ted silk dress. He could and he couldn’t tell his on’t understand,” he said stroking her hair, trying ter head back, so that he Her face. “I—l wanted proud of me.” His voice led in a strangled squeak. f n pain vanished. She head, took him in her e ached to comfort him. was bursting with love, athy for him. She could 1 now ... poor Ken, poor, cn . , , wanting to be a for her. l am proud of you. Listen, • ■ listen to me! What’s a ~E; 1 know it wasn’t your fault. • ■ • Was there some ’ And before he could an- ■ she rushed on, ‘‘lt isn't anyttl 111 rare so much about! There ,E" jobs, dear. Lots of them do we care—” there are other jobs. I'll <W ne ' Don't you worry about clung together. . . . Not a uy more. . . . She was ; ■ ,l ashamed of being so happy, ■ w »« troubled. .. . But, oh, ’her. What did it matter about ■ “bout anything, when they

can leader# ot Allen county had I used their organization to support! Harry O. Jones, Herne. Hngg, a dry, has served In congress since 1924. The three women aspirants foi l congressional nominations were’ making valiant hut apparently I losing fights in the face of early returns. Miss Ora L. Kings, Griffith pub-j Usher, the only dry candidate on! the Republican ticket in the first j district, was well behind tli<»' loaders. In the sixth district Mrs.; Walter J. Denehie, Terre Haute, campaigning on a wet platform, was last in the Ueptiblh an race. I and Virginia Jenckes, also a | moist candidate was second to! Courtland C. Gillen, incumbent, i One Republican and throe Democrats were unopposed for nomination. They were Andrew J. Hick-j ey. Republican, dry, LaPorte, third district; Samuel H. rotten-! gill. South Rend, Incumbent, a wet, third district; Arthur H. Greenwood, Washington, incumbent. dry. seventh district; and John W. Hoeline, Jr„ Evansville.; incumbent, wet, eighth district. In the first district, where 18 j candidates sought nomination on! wet platforms while only two drys entered the contests, Frank Martin. Hammoud. county chairman, held a slight lead over Walter K. Stanton. Gary, and Ora L. Wild' rinuth, Gary, in the Democratic race. Roth are wets, Oscar Aliigren, Whiting, veteran state legislator. was leading Oliver Starr, former Gary prosecutor.. ami Mayor Roswell O. Johnson, Gary,

had each other? tH», foolish Ken, to think that she’d care that the job was gone. . . . “It got me,” he was saying. “I'm sorry . . . acting like a baby. It was just so darn disappointing. Here I was, thinking I was doing something you could be proud of . . . my ideas about shipping. . . . And then finding out I was just a tool and it was all for nothing. . . . They never intended to use any of my ideas, Lily Lou. Old man Hoyt just took me on to spite dad. And now I’m fired.” “Never mind, honey ... don’t you care . . . you'll find something!” She comforted him, gently. Presently he lifted his head, began to make plans again, to talk of what he could Jo if he got the chance . . . revolutionize the entire shipping situation south of Panama . .. educate the people to American goods. Her head went on aching. It ached all night. In the morning he rose, fresh and hopeful, ready to make an early start. "Out to pound the pavements!” he said, laughing. He ran down the stairs, a well dressed young man, looking prosperous. She watched him from the window. Saw him back the car out of the garage, drive away. Tears swelled in her heavy eyes. ... His shining brown hair, his nice tanned face, the flash of his white teeth. . . . Looking so, so young and happy and prosperous, like a man who didn’t have a care in the world, and all the while ... all the while. At the corner he stopped, turned back to wave. She waved back ... he couldn't see her tears from there. She brushed them away with the back of her hand. Then she turned back to the empty apartment. . . . Went into the kitchen fohere their coffee cups still were . . . their two chairs ... the morning disorder.... A lump rose in her throat. . . . “Oh, Ken . . . Ken ... I can’t bear it—” * She rushed through the small rooms, like one possessed. Oh, to get away from her thoughts, her gnawing, haunting thoughts. , . . Perhaps, if she went for a walk. . . . Instead she flung herself face downward on her unmade bed in the rumpled bedroom, gave herself up to broken, racking sobs. The unaccustomed sobs strangled her, she wept with the pain of the woman unused to tears. “Oh, Ken . . . Ken . . . what have 1 done to you?” Ken. who was only a boy, really, who ought to be home in the big house with his people, cut adrift from them, from everything that had meant his life before because she wanted to get married. . . . Yes. she did. ... It was her fault . . . she did it. . . . It seemed so easy and beautiful then, and now . . . and now . . . and now ... She didn’t mean to think of herself. ... It was Ken she minded about most. . . . Ken who was out of a job, and maybe still liked Peggy Sage. ... But she couldn’t help thinking of the mistake she had made too. After all. it hadn’t been right to let her family down like that, after all they'd done for her ... all the struggles. ... Suppose Ken had to struggle the way dad did . . . to count out the dollars, and the half dollars, and the quarters on the table . . . Maybe he never would find a job. . . • Well, she could work ... her mother worked ... but that wasn t right ... to make a uobody out ol Ken . . . '

DECATUR DAILY DEMOCRAT WEDNESDAY, MAY I, hl.Ti,

for tlio Republican nomination. Will R. Wood, Lafayette, congressman for 18 years, prohibition! candidate, held a comfortable lead I over Claude 8. stoele, Knox, in the second district Republican primary. tin the Democratic ticket, George R. Gurgen, Lafayette mayor, a wet, held a slight lead over Hugh G. McMahan, Rochester. In the fourth district Democratic primary, James I. Farley, Auburn, held a small lead over James D. Adams, Columbia City publisher, j The fifth district G. O. P. contest showed J. Raymond Schulz, | North Manchester professor, as! tbo apparent victor, with Glenn R. Ilillis, Kokomo, In second place. Roth wre indorsed by the AnltSaloos League. Glenn Griswold, Peru, incumbent, held a strong lead in the Democratic primary. Griswold was not hacked by the league. With one tbird of the precincts, reported in the sixth district, Fredi S. Purnell, Attica, congressman 1 ! since 1910, was leading Noble; ■ iohnsoft, former congressman, by 4.01X1 voles for the Republican ! ; nomination, and Courtland C. Gil-. ! len. incumbent, was leading the j Democratic ticket with 2.300 votes; over Virginia E. Jenckbs. George W. Henley, Glooming-, ton, held a lead In the seventh district G. O. P. race. He was back- ! ed by Die Anti-Saloon league. In th" eighth, French Clements.! Fvansville. former state senator, was given a strong lead over John Survant. Rot it were wets. Chester A. Davis, Bedford, a i ‘ dry, was the apparent victor in the

She tried to stop crying. She ought to get up and wash her face, and practice. . . . Maybe she could get a church position .. or get a few pupils . . . Sing in church . . . when she could have been Tosca, in a poke bonnet, with plumes, and Marguerite, with long yellow braids. . . Oh, if she’d only waited . . . made her mark first. . . . Then Ken's family wouldn’t think he had married beneath him . . . that Sage girl wouldn’t dare to patronize her, and be sorry for Ken. . . . She lay still now, her head hot, cheeks burning. . . . Oh, the shame of it! To have people pity him, because of her. . . . Sharp nails bit into her palms. ... “I don’t care,” she whispered, “I don’t care—” After a long timd she realized that the door bell had been ringing, that someone was tapping impatiently upon it. Ken . . . Come back? . . . With a little cry she sat up dizzily, brush ’d the disordered hair front her eyes. The knocking went on. If it was Ken, why didn’t he use his latchkey? But sometimes he forgot it. .. She looked at herself ih the mirror, turned away in distaste what a mess she was! A hasty drawing of the comb through her hair, patter of a powder puff, straightening of her rumpled dress. The knocking went right on. With a last backward look at her tear-ravaged face Lily Lou wont to the d00r.% • It was Ken’s father. He stood there, large, comfortable, sure of himself, his fine head and shoulders erect, his nice business suit carefully pressed. . . . “My dear child,” he said, “You’ve been cry mg.” Lily Lou drew back. She wouldn't have had him find her so for worlds ... all in rumpled disarray, redeyed , . . the house in disorder. . . . “Won’t you come in?” What else could she say? He was here, he had to come in she supposed. He came in, took a scat in one of the armchairs. She slipped into the other. He looked at her, a little curiously, but kindly. She shut her lips firmly. If he thought she was going to apologize for her appearance, her tears, he was mistaken. He looked at her with mounting admiration. She had nerve. He adpnred nerve. “Suppose you tell me all about it,” he said after a long pause. “I was crying because Ken lost his job,” she said, simply. No use keeping it from him . . . they all knew each other in shipping circles. If his father didn’t know it already, he would soon. “Hmm . . . worried for your future ? ” “Ken’s future!” He smiled. “You have faith in yourself.” That angered Lily Lou. “I was well started on a grand opera career when I married your son, Mr. Sargent. I’ve "been working, taking care of myself for a long time.” “Hm ... so that’s the lay of the land.” He continued to smile. She returned his steady gaze, unflinching. “Now that I’ve told you why I've been crying, suppose you tell me why you called—at a time when you knew Ken wouldn’t be here!” For a few moments he didn’t answer. (To Be Continued) Copyright by King Feature* Syndicate, Inc.

ninth Republican race. A (lose ruca between Kphrlam ' F. Bowen. Lynn, and Albert K. Needham. Mancie, was indicated; 1 from early returns in the tenth 1 district Republican rate. nowen,' held uu early lead. Both are dry. j ‘ Finley 11. Gray, Cambridge City, former congressman, held a lead 1 over Clarence A. Jackson, New|‘ Castle, for the Democratic nomlna-i 1 lion. Both are wets. Dale B. Spencer, Greenfield pubP Usher, was leading the eleventh ( district Republican race in early returns and William H. Harrison, former stut,e representative, held I a slight lend In the twelfth. Both [ were supported by the Anti-Saloon League. Incumbents in these districts,|j William H. Larrabee. New Pales-,] tine, in the eleventh, and Louisj ( Ludlow, in the twelfth, both Dem-j orrats, were leading their opposi-i tion. Both are drys. Lathough \ Ludlow lias announced he would favor a referendum. CAPONE SAYS HIS IS THROUGH WITH RACKETS I,CONTINUED '"ROM PAGE ONE) 1 ' stop the kidnaping racket? Who's going to give protection to lms-| iness now that Pm gone?” He laughed sardonically, his scar wrinkling in a leer as lie toyed! with the amazing thought of the authorities' chagrin at Ills absence, j The bulky 265-pound Capone shared an upper berth with Vito

SYNOPSIS Lily l.ou Lansing, young and pretty telephone operator, giwes up her opportunity for an operatic career to marry wealthy Ken Sargent. Ken’s mother wanted him to marry Ihe socially prominent Peggy Sage and threatens to have the marriage annulled. Ken and Lily l.ou are stranded, hut she assures him she will stick by him regardless of what happens. Ken loses his position with his father but secures a better one. The young couple take a small apartment and are ideally happy. Then, one night. Lily Lou awakens to hear Ken sobbing. Next day, Lily Lou meets Peggy Sage, and is stunned to learn from her that Ken lost his job. Later, she is relieved nhgn Ken explains he did not take her into his confidence because he wanted her to be proud of him. After Ken leaves the next morning, his father visits Lily Lou. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO “You and I will have no trouble understanding each other, I can see that,” he said finally. “You come to the point. Very well, so do I.” Lily Lou gripped the sides of her chair. She knew what he was going to say. She was afraid. "I want you to let my son go.” She gulped. “I’m not keeping him!” Her chin began to quiver. She got up and went to the window, pretending to adjust the shade. “I thought we were going to keep to the point,” the man said patiently. “That is the point. He won’t leave me!” She wheeled on him, flaming with anger, and sudden hot, happy pride. “You know it. Otherwise you wouldn’t have to come to me. That’s true. You know it’s true!” “Os course it is true. The boy isn’t a cad.” “No —and you’re trying to make him one! Yes, you are! You—” “Please,” he said gently, “sit down. I didn't come here to quarrel with you.” “No—just to throw me out of Ken’s life. Because you—YOU have got other plans for it! Why do you interfere ? He knows what he wants. He wants to get away from offices, to work with ships. He doesn’t care for money and all that, and I don’t either. You can take all your o!d money and throw it in the bay for all Ken cares. He had such wonderful ideas for the South American trade. He was trying to amount to something as himself—not just your son. Do you realize what that means to him? To be himself? Must he he nothing but your sbn all his life? Oh, why don’t you stay out of it—let him do as he wants to? Even if it’s all wrong? It’s HIS life? You think I’m going to spoil it. Well —what’s it to you? Can’t he spoil it if he wants to . . . oh, you . . . you make me so mad . . .” He didn’t smile. He waited, nodding his head gravely. “You’d better go home,” she said, unsteadily. “I’m all upset, and I’m going to say something I’ll be sorry fop. and I don’t want to, because you ARE Ken’s father, and I guess you love him, in your own way—” “We both love him,” he agreed. But he didn’t rise. He sat immovable, his great frame erect in the armchair. “And I dare say we’ve both interfered. He's only a hoy, while you—” he gmiled a little, "are a woman in character and experience. 1 can talk to you as an equal ~— something I couldn’t do with Ken—” "You feel that way because you’re his father,” she cut in, determined that he shouldn’t flatter her. “All fathers feel that way. Mine does abou f me.” "Perhaps. But in my case I’m !

Morlci, a 26-year-old auto theft suspect enroute for trial in Florida, Tite other berths of the compartment were occupied by deputies, one standing guard throughout the night. Others were within easy i all outside tlio door. Tite sentence of Capone was uphold Monday by the U. S. Supreme j j court and gave P. S. District Attorney George E. Q. Johnson who instltuteTi the prosecution of gangsters on income tax charges a score of seven convictions and no acquit-! ials. Capone was escorted swiftly to ! the truin from his cell at Cook county Jail, Chicago, shortly before! it pulled out it 1Q:30 p. m. last night. He was taken directly to the compartment where he sat with | Morlci and *"rea guards behind a locked door until Hie train pulled cut of the station. Mo e titan 20 prohibition agents, [secret tervice men, and police [guarded the car until it reached j Chicago Heights. 111., when the guard was reduced to ten men. The gangster sat apparently stuni tied at the realisation lie actually j was enroute to prison. I As the train passed through Chijeago Heights, Capone removed his | overcoat and agreed to pose for I photographers if his handcuffs were j removed. I “I'm through with politics — through wilh the rackets—and all jthat stuff,'' lie announced, shaking lout of his lethargy, as reporters appeared. “I’m going flown to Atlanta and Ido my term. When I get out I'm going into the financial business. 1

“I w ant you to let my son go,” he said.

afraid it is justified. I’m going to tell you something. Ken isn’t strong. He’s weak. He never finished a thing in his life. He never really finished high school. He was lazy. He went to sea, he didn't finish that, he came back licked —” “You can’t turn me against Ken!” “I’m not trying to. My dear girl, he’s my son. My only child. I’d give him my life, if it would help him. I believe in him, too. I think that some day he will be a man to be proud of, but he isn’t now—he isn’t now—” A stifled sob from Lily Lou. “When you came into Ken’s life, he was for the first time in his life doing well. Perhaps he told you he didn’t like the work. Very well. We must all do things we don’t like. But he was learning something. He was laying the foundation of a career, a great career. He likes ships. Some day he will own ships . . . the greatest line in these United States, if plans I have materialize. Captain Sage and I —” Captain Sage. . . , She saw him, sitting in a big office, with Ken’s father, somewhere. These two, with their grey heads together, planning. . . . And she saw Peggy, too . . . Peggy with her fluff of gilt hair, her hawk nose, like her father’s, her bright brown eyes. . . . “Can’t you and Captain Sage plan without Ken?” She flushed under his hard, direct gaze. Could he know how she felt about Peggy? Did he guess . . . could he know about Ken still seeing her? For the first time she began to falter. . . . She could fight for Ken, but if Ken didn’t want her ... if all the time it was Peggy he wanted. . . . Ken’s father was talking again. "When he’s ready for it, Ken will have all the power he wants, all the ships, too. He has ideas. If 1 can make him buckle down and study, he will realize all his dreams some day. Now this South American bug. . . . But my dear girl, he doesn’t know any more about conditions that we ship owners and our patrons the shippers hace to face, than any other lad who has made one trip down south . . . can t you

j know what this prison life is like and I'm In pretty good shape for hard work.” The bursting buttons on his tight suit belied his "good ! shape.’’ He smacked an uullghted cigar ! and worked his heavy Jaws up and [down on a sliver of chewing gum. “I don't have any hard feelings for any one In Chicago," the man w hose underlings perfected the one-way gang ride announced with a sickly smile. “I'm not naming any names, but folks never found !it paid to double-cross me,” He followed tills with some vague references to the "rap; 1 he recelvjod in Philadelphia where he served u one-year jail term for gun-toting. Ho mentioned the lute Boies Penrose, Pennsylvania politician, ami said he was a “good guy." He also referred to William Vure, Philadelphia Republican leader, "another ! good guy.” “But (list politics stuff don’t pay. ineither.” Capone said, “and I’m through with It.” I When reporters commented on the "end of Hie reign of Capone" and the notable absence of his one|time cronies in the leave-taking I crowd at the station Capone's face darkened and pettishly he asked to he taken to his compartment. “I’m not gotii£ to talk any more" i lie said, as the compaVtment door i closed, "and the constitution says I don't have to." :| Along the route of the train as [ a precautionary measure, local po- ! lice turned out on orders from IT. II 8. Marshal H. C. W. Laubenheimer i of Chicago. I Meanwhile in Chicago, the Ca-

understand that? Can’t you see that he isn’t eady?” She saw. She nodded. ‘But Hoyt took him—” “Mere spite work. Then fired him. And now Ken secs it himself. Captain Sage came to me and-made me a proposition, after Ken had been to him and he had poured out his troubles to Peggy—” Lily Lou reached for her wet ball of a handkerchief, but she said nothing. After all, it wasn't a surprise. She knew it. She knew he’d gone to Peggy. . . . Again she saw Peggy, and Peggy’s self-confident smile. . . . Well, if that was how he felt, she wouldn't hold him. But she wouldn’t discuss it with Ken’s father, either. . . , “We're merging our interests. You don’t understand just what that means. Millions. The dream of a lifetime for me . . . for Ken, too, if you let hint—” She was too tired, too sick with thinking of Peggy . . . Peggy whose face she would soon be seeing in every paper, christening a ship or something. . . . “I’m afraid 1 must ask you to excuse me. I’m really very tired—” He rose now, quick sympathy on his lined, weather beaten face. “I'm sorry for you. Truly, my dear, I’m sorry for you.” “Y'ou needn't be,” she flashed, “1 can take care of myself!” “But I’ve made arrangements—” Lily Lou felt the floor wavering under her. She felt beaten and battered, and sick unto death. “You might have waited till it was necessary,” she said desperately. “I haven’t decided to leave Ken yet. And when I do it’s him I’ll tell. It'S between us—U3 two, and nobody—nobody—” To her horror and disgust her voice broke. She began to cry, convulsively, struggling futiiely to find the dismal handkerchief. He put his big hands on her shoulders. “My dear child, I'm so sorry. Didn’t Ken tell you anything? Don't you know that yesterday your marriage was annulled ? ” (Tp Be CoKliuued I Copyright by King Features Syndicate, Ine.

pone "empire" was disintegrating and both official circles and the underworld agreed the one-time Brooklyn tough who led it would never come buck to power. After ills prison setnence, CaItoiie must servo a year In Jail, He also must pay a $50J)00 tine. B* Forgiving of Others * you should forgive •nnii.v things In others, hut nothing Is yourself,~ AllS'ltllUS HOUSE SENDS ECONOMY HILL ON TO SENATE (CONTINUED FROM PAGE ONE) administration Is set up to supervise construction work now handled by various departments. The economy measure us passed makes these suvings: Eleven per cent, flat government salary cut, with $2,500 exemption, $12,000,000. Suspension of automatic pay inert uses, $2,100,000. Reduction in travel and subsistence allowances, $3,056,000. Elimination of overtime pay for night-work, $5,600,000. Reduction in printing costs, SL--000,000. Abolition of District of Columbia heating plant, $750,000. Consolidation of shipping board and reduction of personnel, $2,500,000. Increase of government fees for service. $725,000. Forced retirement of superannuated employes, $3,000,000. Reductions in retirement pay, sl,000.000. Suspension army and navy traits fers for one year, $3,368,000. Total, $38,099,000.

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