Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 156, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 November 1922 — Page 8

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(Continned) CHARTER n When at last Ève arrlved at thè place of plnes a gain, and saw thè far, spectral gllmmer of Qulntana's Are, thè girl was almost breathless. But dawn was not very far away and there remained little tlme for thè taking allve of a dangerous man. Whera two enormouß plnes grew dose together near a sapllng, she knelt down, and, wlth both hands, scooped out a big hollow in thè lmmemorial layers of pine needles. Here .he placed her trap. It took all her strength and skill to set it; to fasten thè chain around thè base of thè sapling pine. And now, working with only thè

DIVORCEDWIFE IS HELDLIABLE By Time Special WASHINGTON, Nov. 9.—The old song and dance about thè “woman who pays and pays and pays,” must have originated in Ohio, North Dakota, South Dakota, Massachusetts or New Hampshire. Why? Well, dlgdng around in thè tomes of State laws, thè National Woman's party has discovered that In these States, under certain condltions, a divorced wife ls held liable for thè payment of alimony. The dlscussion had been on thè Question of who brings home thè bacon. The National Woman's party contende that it’s more or less just a popular fiction that a man supports his wife. They say that even when he contributes all thè money to thè undertaklng, that thè woman does her share In other ways. The excitement created when thè census takers listed housekeepers as havlng no galnful occupation appai--ently has not beun forgotten. Miss Mary Anderson of thè woman’s bureau of thè Department of Labor, says: “Something should be done about It. Twenty-one milllon women do thelr own housework with practically no help. We’re just as much interested in these women as we are In those who work in factorles and offices. We want these women to get economie credit for what they are doing.”

WOMEN CONTINUE TO WORK AFTER MARRIAGE By Time Special WASHINGTON, Nov. 9.—When Tillie, thè brtad-winner, marries Tini, thè good provider, she may expect to qult thè factory for good and aIL But does she? Consult thè recent census. It says that one-fifth of all women 10 years of age or over are in “galnful occupa tlon." “All rlght,” says thè woman's bureau of thè Labor Department, grow.ng lnterested. “Let's examlne In dotali a typieal town —Passale, N. J. This ls a comparatively small city of large Industriai importance and con tains Industries conspicuous as extensive employers of women. “In Passale there are 10,000 women—not far from one-half of th? adult woman ponulation of Passale—whr, are working for money, four-fifths of them earning it outside of thè home.” Married? Single? Fifty-fifty. And of thè married ones, 75 per cent are mothers. Of thè working mothers. moreover, 60 per cent have children under 5 years of age. Others not included In this 60 per cent have children under 7. PROBE INTO PRICE 0F GAS T 0 CONTINUE By Times Special WASHINGTON. Nov. 9.—Ten million or more auto owners In thè United States will welcome thè cheering Information that thè Senate’s investigatlon lnto thè high prlce of gaso line and a remedy therefor—of which nothing has been heard since last September—will be resumed actively about Nov. 10. The special commlttee. headed by Senator Charles L. McNary, Oregon, ls stili determined to find out thè why and thè wherefore of dizzy gasoline prlces, and to this end representatives of thè blggest oli companies in thè country will be summoned to testify. The probers are lnterested prlncipally In thè alleged existenco of an agreement between “competlng'’ companies to flx uniform prices. They went to know why It is that rasollne prices charged by “rivai” concerns go up or go down with a strange unanimità- that hlnts strongly of menta! telepathy—-or something.

MUSKRAT PUTS VILLAGE LIGHTS OUT FOR 3 DAYS STEVENSVILLE. Canada. Nov. 9. —This village haa been wlthout electrlcity for three days. Workman, searchlng for thè cause of thè trouble, dug down to thè underground cable and sound that a muskrat had chawed a cable to get thè beeswax on thè Inside of thè covering and had been electrocuted. DOING BUSINESS By SEA Service NEW YORK, Nov. 9.—Transatlantlc radio is not taklng any of thè overseas business away from thè cable companies, says Newcomb Cariton, president of thè Western Union Telegraph Company. “The Radio Corporation of America is today transmltting from 12 to 14 per cent of thè eastward and westward business between thè United States. Great Britain and Continental Europe,” sald Carlton. "Whlle a conslderable part of this business would no doubt have gone to thè cable companlee, an important part ls newly created trafile.

faintest glimmer of her torch, she covered everything with pine needles. It was not possible to restore thè forest iloor; thè place remained visibie—a darker, rougher patch on thè bronzed carpet of needles beaten smooth by decades of rain and snow. No animai would have trodden that suspicious space. But lt was with man she had to dea! —a dangerous but reasoning man—and with no experlenee in traps; and, therefore, in no dread of them. Before she started she had thrown a cartridge lnto thè breech of her rifle. Now she pocketed her torch and seated herself between thè two big pines and about three feet behind thè hidden trap. Dawn was not far away. She looked upward through high pinetops where stars shone, and saw no sign of dawn. But thè w-atcher by thè tire bevond was astir, now, in thè immlnence of dawn, and evidently meant to warm hitnself before leaving. Ève could hear him piling dry wood on thè tire; thè lìght on thè tree trunks gTew redder pungent reek of smoke was drawn through thè forest aisles. She sniffed It. listened and watched, her rifle across her knees. Ève never had been afraid of anything. She was not afraid of this man. If it carne to combat she would have to kill. It never entered her mlnd to fear Quintana's rifle. Even Clinch was not as swift with a rifle as she. Only Stormont had been swifter—thank God! Then thè memory of Darragh pushed in and hot hatred possessed her. Always, in her heart, she had dlstrusted thè man. Instlnct had wamed her. A spy! ■What evil had he work ed already? Where was her father? Evidently Quintana had escaped him at Drowned Valley. Quintana was yonder by his Are, preparing to tlee thè wilderness where men hunted him. But where was Clinch? Had this sneak, Darragh, betrayed him? Was Clinch aiready in thè clutch of State Troopers? Was he in jall? At thè thought thè girl felt slightly faint, then a rush of angry blood stung her face in thè darkness. Ex cept for game and excise vlolations thè stories they told about Clinch were lies. He had nothing to fear, nothing to be ashamed of. Harrod had driven him to lawlessness: thè government took away what was left him to make a living. He had to live. What if he did break laws made by millionalre and fanatic. What of it? He had her love and her respect—and her deep, deep pity. And these were enough for any girl to fight for. Dawn spread a silvery llght above thè plnes, but Qulntana's Are stili

THE GIRL’S CRY ECHOED THE BTUMBUNG CRASH OF THE MAN. reddened thè tree trunks; and she could hear him feeding lt at intervaH. Finally she saw him. He carne out on thè edge of thè ruddy ring of light and stood peering around at thè woods where already a vague grayness was revealing nearer trees. When, finally, he turned his back and looked at his Are, Ève rose and stood between thè two big pines. Behind one of them she placed her rifle. It was growing lighter in thè woods. She could see Quintana In thè Are ring and outside —saw him go to thè spring rlvulet, lie fiat, drink, then, on his knees, waeh face and hands in thè icy water. It became plain to her that he was nearly ready to depart. She watched him preparing. And now she could see him plainly, and knew him to be Quintana and no other. He had a light basket pack. He put some article lnto lt, stretched himself and yawned, pulled on his hat, hoisted thè pack and fastened lt to his back, stood staring at thè tire for a long tlme; then, with a sudden upward look at thè zenlth where a slight flush stained a cloud, he picked up his rifle. At that moment Ève called to him In a clear and steady voice. The effect on Quintana was Instant; he was behind a tree before her voice ceaeed. “Hallo! Hi! You over there!” she called again “This is Ève Strayer. I’m looking for Clinch! He hasn’t been home all night. Have you seen him?” Aster a moment she saw Quintana’s head watchlng her—not at thè snoul-der-height of a man but dose to thè gicund and just above thè tree roots. “Hey!” she crled. “What’s thè matter with you over there? I’m asking you who you are and If you've seen rny father?" Aster a whlle she saw Quintana coming toward her, circllng, creeplng swiftly from tree to tree. As he flitted through thè shadows thè trees between which she was standing hld her from him a moment. Instantly she placed her rifle on thè ground and kleked thè pine needles over lt. As Quintana continued his encircllng maneuvers Ève, apparently perplexed. walked out into thè clear space, putting thè concealed trap between her and Quintant, who now carne stealthlly toward her from thè rear. It was evident that he had reconnoltered sufflctently to satisfy niniself that thè girl was alone and that no trick, no ambuscade, threatened him. And now, from behind ' a pine, and startllngly near her, carne Quintana,

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moving with confldent grace, yet holding his rifle ready for any emergency. Eve's horrifled stare was naturai; she had not realized that any man could wear so evil a smile. Quintana stopped short a dozen paces away. The dramatie In him demanded of thè moment ita full value. He sw-ept off his hat with a flourlsh, bowed deeply where he stood.

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“Ah!’ he crled gally, “thè happy encountar. Sonorità. God ls too good to us. And lt was but a moment silice my thoughts were of you! I swear lt! —” It was not fear; it was a sort of slow horror of this man that began to creep ovei thè girl. She stared at his brllliant eyes, at his thlck rnouth, too red—shuddered slightly. But thè toe of her rlght foot touched thè stock

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of her rifle under thè pine needles. She held herself under control. “So lt’s you,” she sald unsteadily. ”1 thought our people had ciught you.” Quintana laughed: “Chirmlng chlld,” he sald; “lt ls I who have caught yotir people. And now. my God! —I catch you! * * * It is ver’ funny. Is lt not?” \ She looked straight into Quintana’s

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black eyes, but thè look he returned sent thè shamed blood surging lnto her face. “By God,” he sald between his whlte, even teeth—“by God!” Staring at her, he slowly dlsengaged his pack, let lt fall behind him on thè pine needles; rested his riffe on it; sllpped out of his macklnaw and lold that across his rifle—always keeplng his briUlant eyes on her.

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His lips tightened, thè muscles in his dark face grew tense; his eyes bacarne a blazing insult. For an instant he stood there, unoncumberad, a wiry, graceful shape in his wooleit breeches, leggings, and gray shirt o'pen at thè throat. Then he took a st@P toward her. And thè girl \fatched fWm, fascinated. Onfe pace, a thlrd, a fourth—thè jfetrl’s involìjP tary ory cboed thè

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stumbling crash of thè man thrashing, clawing, scrambling in thè clenched Jaws of thè bear-trap amid a whirl of flying pine needles. He screamed once, tried to rise, tumed blindly to seize thè jaws that clutched him; and suddenly crouched, loose-jointed, cringing like a trapped wolf—thè true fatalist among our lassar brothers. (To Be Oontinued )