Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 158, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 November 1922 — Page 8

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min DO BIG BUSINESS B* JOSEPHINE VAN DE GRIFT (NEA Service Staff Writer NEW YORK, Nov. 11.—Two women fill New York's daily lunch basket. Each night they turn out 33,000 sandwiches which are gobbled up by the rushing thousands who grab a snack to eat at the soda fountain or drug store—just to save time. And then spend the rest of their lunch hour window shopping or killing time, All because Mrs. Nettie Schwarzwald went into the sandwich business four years ago. As she saw the noonhour hordes gulp down their coffee in a hurry to finish their luncheons in the restaurants, she began figuring how large a piece of ham she could insert between two slices of bread and still make a margin of profit. She went to several corner druggists with her idea. They liked it. So she started taking orders and her husband, Julius Schwarzwald, a restaurant keeper, started filling them. Business boomed and now Mrs. Schwarzwald's sister, Mrs. Hannah Smith, helps her. “To make our 35,000 sandwiches.” say the women, “we use among other things 4,500 pounds of bread, 600 pounds of ham. 150 pounds of beef tongue, 400 pounds of Swiss ct eese. 300 dozen eggs, 133 chickens, 110 pounds of cream cheese and twentyfive gallons of mayonnaise. “Four years ago our weekly pay roll totalled $66. Now it amounts to $1,900. We have seven auto trucks and seventy-five persons working for us.” It Is the boast of the two wotaen that their kitchen is as “clean aa a new bride’s.” But there are no women in it making sandwiches. That part is left entirely to men. •“Woman's place,” says Mrs. Schwarzwald, “is going- after business. “And getting it.”

Marriage ala Mode The Persians sometimes resort to a queer method to test the state of a woman’s feelings before suggesting matrimony. The suitor will often inflict pain upon himself, such as burning his hand or face, in the presence of the woman he loves. If she hastens to bind up his wounds with her silken scarf he takes it as a sign that she cares for him and declares his love. Waterproof Hats A French importer is sending over smart little hats of waterproofed satin for wet weather, sports, motoring and traveling. They come in smart colors and can be crushed into so small a space that they have no difficulty being accommodated in the pocket of the golf jacket or motor coat. Transparrni Brims Large hats, with brims of transparent lace are shown for formal wear. The more cobwebby and delicate the mesh, and the more bold the patterns, the smarter the result.

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The Flaming Jewel blazed In her 'ace amid a heap of glittering gems. Still she seemed slow to comprehend —as though understanding were paralyzed. It was when her eyes fell upon the watch that her heart seemed to stop. Suddenly her stunned senses were lighted as by an infernal flare. • • * Under the awful blow she swayed upright to her feet, sick with fright, her eyes fixed on her father’s watch. It was still ticking. She did not know whether she cried out in anguish or was dumb under it. The house seemed to reel around her; under foot too. When she came to her senses she found herself outside the house, running with her rifle, already entering the woods. But, inside the barrier of trees, something blocked her way, stopped her—a man—her man! “Eve! In God’s name!— ’’ he said as she struggled in his arms; but she fought him and strove to tear her body from his embrace: "They’ve killed Dad!” she panted —“Quintana killed him. T didn’t know —oh, I didn’t know! —and I let Quintana go! Oh, Jack, Jack, he’s at the Place of Pines! I’m going there to shoot him! Let me go!— he’s killed Dad. I tell you! He had Dad's watch —and the case of jewels —they were in his pack cn the kitchen table —” “Eve!” “Let me go!—” “Eve!” He held her rigid a moment in his powerful grip, compelled her dazed, half-crazed eyes to meet his own:

“You must come to your senses,” he said. “Listen to what I say: they are bringing in your father.” Her dilated blue eyes never moved from his. “We found him in Drowned Valley at sunrise,” said Stormont quietly. The men are oniy a few rods behind me. They are carrying him out.” Her lips made a word without sound. “Yes.” said Stormont in a low voice. There was a sound in the woods behind them. Stormont turned. Far away down the trail the men came into sight. Then the State Trooper turned the girl very gently and placed one arm around her shoulders. Very slowly they descended the hill together. His equipment was shining in the morning sun: and the sun fell on Eve’s drooping head, turning her chestnut hair to fiery gold. An hour later Trooper Stormont was at the Place of Pines. There was nothing there except an empty trap and the ashes of the dying fire beyond.

FORDNEY TARIFF WILL WJ COSTS By United Press WASHINGTON, Nov. 11,—Prof. Irving Fisher of Yale University, one of the ablest authorities on economies in this country, has been making an intensive study of the new tariff law. His conclusions are not flattering to the statesmanship which conceived this measure and wrote it. into the statute books of the Nation. “According to my investigations, •* ho writes, “the Fordney-McCumber rates are 23 per cent higher than the highest previous law, the Payne-Ald-rich bill, in the 288 items where comparison is available. And this does nor take into account the newly invested device of allowing the President to raise rates still further by substituting American for foreign valuation. “A comparison schedule by schedule shows that the Fordney bill averages 59 per cent higher than the Underwood. For chemicals, oils and paints ?2 per cent higher; earthenware and glassware. 15 per cent higher; metals and manufactures of metals, 103 per cent higher; wood and manufactures, 115 per cent higher; sugar, molasses and manufactures of same, 7 per cent higher; tobacco and manufactures of same, 10 per cent higheb; cotton manufactures, 31 per cent higher; silk and silk goods, 26 per cent higher.

POIMOUR FIST SUPPLANTING CUE The British pompadour is fast taking precedence over the Chinese "pig tail” or cue with the men of China according to W. Larson, who is in Indianapolis after spending three years in China as the agent of a number of American manufacturers, including an Indianapolis company. Mr. Larson will be at the Hotel Lincoln for the next week. “The China of today is very unlike the picture of the country which the average American has in his mind,” Mr. Larson said. “China is becoming modernized in almost every respect and almost in every endeavor with the exception of its transportation system. The latter is far behind the times and other European countries.” Mr. Larson, whose headquarters are in Tientsin, China, said that the modern Chinese is cutting off his cue for the British pompadour, especially in the cities. In a number of interior provinces the cue is still worn, although when a visit is made to the cities it is hidden under a cap. Mr. Larson said that the increase iq the cost of living in America also has oeen felt in China, it requiring even more for an American to live there than in this country. The average house, he said, rents for about SBO to SIOO a month, in Chinese money. Mr. Larson Is in Indianapolis conferring with officials of the Nordyke & Marmon Company, whom he represents in China in the sale of Hour milling machinery.

EPISODE TWELVE ller Highness Intervenes CHAPTER I Toward noon the wind changed and about 1 o'clock ilt began to snow. Eve, exhausted, lay on the sofa In her bedroom. Her stepfather lay on a table in the dance hall below, covered by a sheet from his own bed. And beside him sat Trooper Stormont, WaitI ing. It was snowing heavily when Mr. Lyken, the little undertaker from Ghost Lake, arrived with several assistants, a casket, and what he called “swell trimmings.” Long ago Mike Clinch had selected his own mortuary site and had driven a section of iron pipe into the ground lon a ferny knoll overlooking Star Pond. In explanation he grimly remarked to Eve that after death he preferred to lie planted where he could see that Old Harrod's ghost didn’t trespass. Here two of Mr. Lyken’s able assistants dug a grave while the digging was still good; for if Mike Clinch was to lie underground that season there might be need of haste—no weather prophet ever having suecessfuly forecast Adirondack weather. Eve, exhausted by shock and a sleepless night, was spared the more harrowing details of the coroner’s visit and the subsequent jaunty activities of Mr. Lyken and his efficient assistants. She had managed to dress herself in a black wool gown, intending to watch by Mike, but Stormont’s blunt authority prevailed and she lay down for an hour’s rest. The hour lengthened into many hours; the girl slept heavily on her sofa under blankets laid over her by Stormont. All that dark, snowy day she slept, mercifully unconscious of the proceedings below. In its own mysterious way the news penetrated the wilderness; and out of the desolation of forest and swamp and mountain drifted the people who somehow existed there a few shy. half wild young girls, a dozen silent, lank men, two or three of Clinch’s own people, who stood silently about in the falling snow and lent a hand whenever requested. One long-shanked youth cut hemlock to line the grave; others erected a little fence of silver birch around It, making of the enclosure a “plot.” A gaunt old woman from God knows where aided Mr. Lyken at intervals; a pretty, sulky-eyed girl with her slovenly, red headed sister cooked for anybody who desired nourishment. When Mike was ready to hold the inevitable reception everybody filed .into the dance hall. Mr. Lyken was master of ceremonies: Trooper Stormont stood very tall and straight by i the head of the casket. Clinch wore a vague, indefinable

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Harrod Place.” “Does Darragh know?" “Yes. He's in there with Mike. He brought a. lot of Mowers from Harrod Place.” The two Troopers went into the dance hall where Darragh was ar ranging the flowers from his greenhouses. Stormont said quietly: “AU right.

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Jim, but Eve must not know that they came from Harrod’s.” Darragh nodded: “How is she Jack?” “All in.” “Do you know the story?” “Yes. Mike went into Drowned Malley early last evening after Quintana. He didn’t come back. Before dawn this morning Evs -iocated Quin-

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tana, set a bear-trap for him, and caught him with the goods—” “What goods?" demanded Darragh sharply. “Well, she got his pack and found Mike's watch and jewelry in it—•” “What jewelry?” “The jewels Quintana was after. But that was after she’d arrived at the Dump, here, leaving Quintana *,

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—By ALLMAN

—By AL POSEN

get free of the trap and beat ilk “That's how I met her—half erased, going to find Quintana again. We'd found Mike in Drowned Valley and were bringing him out when I rats into Eve * * • I brought her back here and called Ghost Lake • • • They haven’t picked up Quintanata tracks so far," <X Be OonitanacQ