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POLICE SUSPECT WHITE SLAVERS Girl’s Mutilated Body Suggests Operation Os Gang In Area Kellersburg, Pa., Dec. 22. —(U.R> —Authorities suspected today that 19-year-old Margaret Martin, whose nude body was .'ound trussed in a gunny sack in a creek near here, had been kidnapped and murdered by a white slave ring. The suspicion was based on a

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I similarity of the technique used I by Miss Martin's kidnaper and the known operations of a white slave ring which has operated in WilesBarre recently. The white slavers got the names of girls seeking work from legitimate employment agencies, interviewed them privately, offering first stengrophic work then very large pay if they would voluntarily enter disorderly houses. In some eases, it was said, these girls had either been threatened or subjected to physical violence. The man who lured Miss Martin from her home in Kingston Saturday was offering her a job as stenographer. Nothing more was heard of her until a trapper found

the gunny sack partly submerged beneath a bridge on the Williamsport road near b«re and 12 miles from Kingston. He dragged it ashore and called police. Miss Martin's body was mutilated, suggesting that she had been ! tortured either by white slavers seeking to force her into commercial immorality or by a sexual maniac. An autopsy indicated she died of strangulation and had been criminally attacked. She was the daughter of a mine foreman, John Martin, who also is a minor political personage well known through the Wilkes-Barre . district. Her reputation in the | community was that of a good, quiet girl. She was a brilliant. student and recently graduated j with honors from a business college. She disappeared Saturday after a man had telephoned her I presumably to offer her work. Searching parties had combed the entire area since Sunday and | authorities believed that the sacked body had been thrown into the creek recently, perhaps only a fewhours before it was found. The place is remote and wooded and the bridge connects an abandoned road. Major William A. Clark, com-

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CHAPTER XXIII At cocktail hour in one of Washington’s better hotels, Terry sat opposite a vivid, dark-haired girl. The place was eool and dimly lighted, the * orchestra was playing an Argentine tango, and waiters in white moved noiselessly between the little tables. Low voices and low laughter mixed with the throbbing music and the tinkling of glasses. Vilma Stanley was a strikingly beautiful girl and Terry had seen her almost every day since he had come to Washington. Donna Flaherty’s people lived in a big townhouse and when the camp had closed, she and Mike had insisted that he come along. There was not only plenty of room in the house but Donna’s younger sisters had friends constantly coming in. Terry had found Washington a gay, cosmopolitan place, he had met scores of people, and Mike and Donna and Donna's sisters had seen to it that he had not had a dull moment. . • Though he had tried to lose himself in the merry-go-round of parties, he knew it was as futile as drinking or running away to forget. The stinging hurt that Constance had given him was as acute today as it had been the day he had slammed the door and everything he had seen was red. That night he had quietly told Donna and Mike. They had not mentioned it since. But that night Mike had said, “I didn’t think she was the kind of a girl to pull a trick like that.” And Terry had said, “But you’re wrong. She’s everything you thought she w as. She’s in love with him and she thought she was doing the decent thing to tell me. It was the decent thing. I know her.” His mother had been wonderful. She had written, “I understand why you can’t come home at this time but by Christmas Constance will be gone. As you asked, I haven’t told anyone. Sometimes it doesn’t seem possible that things have turned out this way. Rosalind is still separated from Van. Ruth is an unhappy woman and mother these days. But, Terry, try not to love her still.” Cigarette in hand, Vilma leaned forward and the gardenias on her dark linen dress were close and sweet. “Did I tell you I’m entering your university next month? Do you mind?” He minded very much because he was bored with her chatter and her empty pretty face and her false sophistication. He was bored with lying to himself that he was having a good time by going to parties and dancing with lovely girls and telephoning them the next day. But most of all he was bored with Vilma who had begun to call him when he did not call her. Try not to love her still, his mother had written. But again and again he had said to himself, “I don’t want to stop loving her. I don’t want to and I couldn’t even if I wanted to.” Her photograph which he had looked at so long and so lovingly was at the bottom of his trunk. And while (jancing and pretending that he was enjoying himself, he had thought many times with aching loneliness, “I want Constance.” Communication with her for the first time in their lives was broken and now Terry felt adrift with nothing to work for and nothing to dream for. In the midst of people he was lonelier than he had ever been in his life. “Dance?” he asked Vilma. “Let’s." When they were dancing, she looked up and smiled. “You’re a marvelous dancer, Terry. Will you condescend to look at a mere freshman at school? I’ll scream until I’m speechless for the team if—if that will help me with you.” Grinning, he said, “You’re all right, Vilma. You dance pretty smoothly yourself.” She laughed. “Tell me more.” Perhaps in time, he thought, he would learn to tell her more—her and others.

It was twilight in Northwood. At dinner Rosalind put the napkin on the table and stood up. “Will you excuse me, Mother? I —I can’t finish my dinner." And looked* frantically at her mother. “Van is going to Reno tonight. I— I called the house today and talked to the cook. It gave her a great pleasure to tell me he was on his way to get rid of me. She hated me."

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1 mander of the state motor police, . ordered 270 troopers Into a thorough search of the area for clues * of any sort. Police efforts to trace 1 the man who telephoned Miss Martin have all failed. It was believ- ' ed that he had obtained her name 1 from the Wilkes-Barre business 1 school which she attended and ' which tried to place Its graduates 1 in jobs. o OUTLINE MADE CONTINUED WHOM FAOE ONE) $1,495.80. Alley between Third and Fourth streets, running from Monroe to Jackson streets, estimate, 1731.60. Alley between Third and Fourth streets, running from Jefferson to Madison streets, estimate, $747.60. During the past year, several aleys were Improved under the WPA program, the propety owner pay-1 Ing for the material and the labor being furnished. Through this program alley improvements were provided at nominal cost. Alleys are improved under the same provision of the law which permits the improvements of streets, either : through the Barrett law assessments or by the property owners

Constance said, “We’ll go out tonight, Rosalind. We’ll go to a movie.” Ignoring her mother’s question, “Where are you going, dear?” Rosalind left the room, left the house, and walked quickly down the street. It did not matter that she was cold in her thin summer dress. Nothing mattered except what her heart was saying, “See him once more even if he doesn’t see you, even if seeing him at a distance hurts like nothing ever hurt before.” Reaching the station, she did not go in but sat on a bench outside. Cold in her thin white dress she waited, looking eagerly into the face of every man who emerged from the twilight with a traveling bag in his hand and went inside the station. Several people glanced at her curiously, thinking she was a runaway, no doubt, noting how young she looked in her white dress and soft flat-heeled sport shoes and blue socks, noting, too, the distress in her face. If he were going away on the train tonight, he would have to pass her here. She could not miss him. After a long time she saw him come out of the darkness into the light. Van saw her and stood still. Slowly she arose and bit back the hot tears. This time she wasn’t going to cry for what she wanted. This time she wasn’t going to be a spoiled child. “What are you doing here?” he asked sharply, frowning the familiar frown. He did not want to tee her or speak to her or think of her. But seeing her again, she filled his mind. Large dark eyes set in an oval face, dark curls soft as a child’s, absurdly long lashes, red mouth ... Rosalind... Hate her, he thought. Think that she has no pride. Remember the night at the Red Slipper, the night in jail, your mother’s shame and tears. But your first days together after your marriage, remember them, too ... He asked again, “What are you doing here? If it’s money you want, that’s being taken care of.” But his eyes were still the eyes of a boy who had been hurt. "If you’ve come to make another scene.” Her voice had both courage and humility in it. “I don’t want money and I've made my last scene, Van.” She was shivering now. What she wanted to say was forgotten for a moment by seeing him, tall, sunburned, his temples very blonde beneath the casual brown hat. He looked haggard and thinner. The tie he wore she had bought for him and he had laughed at her taste in ties. He had said, “Listen, honey, I love you but please let me buy my own ties. This one looks like a barber pule." But he was wearing it! Did he remember? But minutes were important Soon the train would come. Hold it back! Never let that train come 1 “It’s a little late for anything, don’t you think?” he asked, seeing that she was trembling from cold, seeing how childish she looked and how her dark curls were blowing back from her face. “There’s nothing for us to say to each other.” He tried not to look at her but the intensity and honesty of her eyes drew his back. “Yes, it is too late,” Rosalind said breathlessly. “I lost you because of a new dress. But I’d have lost you anyway with the attitude I had. It went to my head, the new clothes from the best shops, your house, belonging to the club. I couldn’t take it! I snubbed Constance at the club one night. Highhatted my own sister! It made a fool of me. I wasn’t big enough for it. You want something terribly as I wanted the things you and your family gave me, but when you get them, you don’t know what to do with them. Then you get reckless und throw them away. You spoil the very things you’d give your life for!" He shrugged. “What’s the use of going over all that now? How do you think I’ve felt, seeing everything smashed? But I haven’t let myself feel much. It’s much easier to drink.” He nodded slowly. “You’ll get over it There’ll be plenty of guys who’ll be glad you’re back in . circulation again." Softly she asked, "Will you get I over it Van?" He gave a short, bitter laugh and • averted his eyes. “Sure I wilt Plenty of girls

guaranteeing the payment for materials. Blacktopping of Twelfth street, from Monroe to Adams street, estimate, $2,194.95 and South Fifth street, from the alley south of Erie railroad, estimate, $1,208.95, was also included in the projects. Engineer Black worked with Mr. Roop for several weeks in preparing the estimates, making measurements and obtaining other data which the WPA requires. Final committments could not be made because of the of the financing of the projects, which in the case of the storm sewer is an item of considerable expense. Mr. Quackenbush will take up the WPA projects with the new administration next year and endeavor to get approval on enough work to carry the WPA program. o Million Boost In Employment Reported Washington, Dec. 22 —(UP) —Beeretary of Labor Perkins estimated today that non-agricultural employment has increased 1,000.000 since last June, including a contra-season al gain of 30.000' in November.

where I’m going and plenty to drink.” Then, taking a step nearer, he seized her bare arms so fiercely tha> his fingers pressed into her flesh. “I was happy when I was working and making good and staying away from liquor! Happy, you understand? I was proud of myself. I got a kick out of it! I got a kick out of walking in a room where my parents were, feeling that they were proud of me and that I’d stopped letting them down! Now. . . . Oh, what’s the use of this? Where’ll it get us now?" Rosalind did not care how cold she was, did not care that people, emerging from cars, paused to stare before they went into the station. Van seemed not to see them. Hold the train back, she thought again. Please give me a few more minutes with him. . . . She looked up. “I was crazy with jealousy that night. I was afraid you’d meet somebody else and fall in love with her and prefer her to me. I was so afraid of losing you. I wanted to go after you and beg you to come home. But I was too stubborn and proud and angry. And when I saw you with Felice, I—l didn’t know what I was doing! Then the next day you looked at me, not loving me anymore. Constance used to say that love had to be earned. I was selfish and greedy. I was afraid. It was all so new and wonderful but I wasn’t big enough for it. And I thought if I ever had to go back to Vine Street, I’d die. But I went back and I'm still there and I’m a better person because I had to go. .. .” All at once his eyes weren’t wretched but excited. “Rosalind, you mean what you’re saying! You’re not. ..” “I love you. That’s all I know, i love you and I’ll always feel that I belong to you.” He moved away. “I’ve got to get my ticket Wait...” He seemed to be gone a long time. Should she wait and see him go? She had not cried. She had not begged or pled for a second chance. This time she had not cried or fought for what she wanted. This time she had said only what was in her heart But there was so much more to say ... No, she would not wait for his final good-bye. Shivering again, she walked away. She could not bear to see him walk away from her a second time and this time forever. .., But she had taken only a few steps when his arms caught her and turned her about "Two tickets! One for you and one for me!” He let out his breath and laughed. His brown hat was askew from a near collision with the door. “I’m not going to Reno! I never wanted to go in the first place! I can’t go anywhere without you.' I can’t go on without you. I’ve been nearly nuts! I don’t care what they say—my parents. I don’t cart if they disown me. You’re my wife! I don’t care what anybody says. I’ll get a job somewhere. We’ll make out. We’ll. . .’’ Her words rushed, too. Her misty eges were shining. “Van, it wasn’t your mother’s house nor the clothes nor the ciub I minded giving up but you! You! I don’t care if I never see the club again nor get a new dress ever. That night when you stopped loving me and began to hate me ...” “I never stopped loving you and I didn’t take Felice to the Red Slipper that night. She was there when I got there and if you’d only looked, you’d have seen what a rotten time I was having. They’ll say we’re a couple of crazy kids again but I think we know what it’s all about this time! It wasn’t all your fault I lost my head, too. You were something so special. Why didn’t we get together and have it out before? Why have we been punishing ourselves with being separated?” “I tried to reach you.” He kissed her hastily. “What do we care what anybody says as long as we. , . . Hey, that train must be here! Let’s go in! Let’s get that train. Can you. .. .” Standing on tip-toe, she brushed his smooth brown face with her lips. “Just hold onto my hand, darling! Hold onto my hand and I’ll go any where with you, get any train. ...” I Her hand in bis, they went inside and ran down the steps to the tracks.... (To be continued) Copyrlfht by Iris Bennett; Distributed by King Features Syndicate, Ina,

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organization bill two years ago. “The WPA is a political liability,” Wheeler said, “and there should be a house-cleaning within the agency.” He said that be now favored state administration of relief because the present setup had brought ■'discredit” upon the fed-

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