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Continue^ Aster a Bilenca: “Too bad thla snow carne so late,’* remarked Trooper Lannla. "But Tre ought to get Quintana anyway.” Darragh went over and looked sllently at Mike Clinch. “I llke you,” he sald under hla breath. “It wasn’t your fault. And SililSiLtif ■ DUCE PROBE Edward O. Bourbler, Republlcan member of thè board of publlo safety, today refused to dlscuss further hls efforts to make thè polle® department do eomethlng about an alleged Indecent dance he complalned ot Sourbler sald publlcatlon of hls inovementi In newspapers Saturday hampered hls movement “Are you golng to drop thè matter?” he was asked "I am not saylng,” he replied, and refused to be questloned further. The dance was sald by Sourbler to bave been glven by two nude women at a b&nquet of business men In a downtown building more than a week ago. He sald he complalned to Chlef of Pollce Herman F. Rlkhoff and lndlcated that he would go to hlgher authorltlea lf nothing was done. Mavor Shank ordered Rlkhoff, who sald Ueutenants Cox and Stoddard reported there was nothing In thè lncldent to warrant arresta that they could find. to cali In thè head of thè theatrlcal booklng agency whlch was sald to have fumlshed thè dancers. Mayor Shank sald he dld not belleve a case could be sucoessfuUv prosecuted In court were charges to be bro tight. Klkhoff sald he had euggested to Sourbler that he, being a pollce oftìcer by virtue of hls membershlp on thè board of safety, file an affidavit, but Sourbler had not replied. HOLD-UPUM sera p fissici Two holdup men entered thè O. C. Schaub drug store, 251 E. Eleventh St., at 9 p. m. yesterday, covered John Manlon, clerk, 1709 Hall Place, wlth revolvera and forced him and. three other persona to waìk behlnd thè prescrlptlon case. The robbers then searched T. H. Phillips, Dolly Madison apartmente, a customer at thè drug etore. and took sl2 and a $25 gold watch from hlm. The bandita looted two small money drawers In thè safe. They then took all money from three cash register drawers. The men are belleved to have escaped In an automobile. Both were whlte and one appeared to be 28 years old, 6 feet 9 lnches in helght and welghing 145 pounds. He wore dark ciothes apd an overcoat. The other robber was about 22 years old, 5 feet 5 lnches In helght and weighed about 135 pounds. He wore a dark overcoat and a brown cap.

HEAVY HATTIE IS HAVING HEARTACHE FOR BILL By Cnitrd _Ver* NEW YORK, Nov. 13.—8i1l Snyder’s heavy love ls pinlng away. Snyder, former head keeper of thè Central Park Zoo, retlred a year ago. Slnee then Hattie, thè 46-year-old elephant on whose back two getieratlons of New York children have enJoyed thè thrlll of a ride, has been fai li ne; In health. So James Coyìe, thè new head keeper, has wired to Bill to come and soothe her. * Snyder was Hattie’s trainer and friend for thirty vears. He manicured her feet with an iron file, olled her hide so it would not crack and bathed her every six months. Coyle believes lf Bill will come back, Hattie wtll rise from her atraw bed and return to health. SANTA CLAUS MUST WAIT' ON OBSERVERS OF TARIFF By Unltnl Jfevt NEW YORK, Nov. 13.—For thè flrst timo in a long and honorable career. Santa Claua thia year may run out of certaln klnds of toya. Anyway, he ls havlng a fearful ruah fllllng thè Stores for thè Chrlstmas trade. Fletcher D. Dodge, secretary to thè Toy Manufacturers of thè U. S. A., who make most of thè toya for Santa Claua, explalned that many dealer delayed thelr ordera perhapa awaltlng action on thè tarlff bill,. The reault has been a rush of belated ordera to thè factoriea, many of which are now runnlng at night. SELFISHNESS BAR “Downright human aelflahnesa la thè one obstacle to World peace,” thè Rev. W. Ò. Everaon of thè United States Array, declared at English's Theater Snuday before membera of thè Y. M. C. A. “Too many people live alone, thlnkIng of themselvea only and forgettlng that others exist," he sald. BOOSTS CHEST DRIVE In thè interest of thè Community Chest thè “Sllent Orator,” thè motograph on thè Merchanta Heat and Llght Company building, wjll carry & meesage beginning tonight as follows: “For thè sake of 60 000 who need our help—let’s build a better Indianapolis—a city that carea. Glve once: give enough for all; fili thè Community Chest, Nov. 14-21. “NICHOLAS NOYES, “W J. MOONEY, “E. A. KAHN. “Campaign Chairmen.” K. of C. Incorporate* Coundl 864, Knighta of Columbus, Decatur, Ind-, today flled artlcles of lnoorporation with thè Secretary of Statai The coundl plana to contruct a lodge building.

!t wasn’t mine, Mike. I*ll try to square thlngs. Don't worry.” He carne back slowly to where Stormont was standing near thè door. “Jack,” he sald, “you can’t marry Ève on a trooper’s pay. Why not qult and take over thè Harrod estate? You and I can go lnto business together later lf you llke.” Aster a pause: “Th&t’s rather wonderful of you, Jim,” sald Stormont, "but you don’t know what sort of business man I’d make.” “I know what sort of offlcer you made. I’m taking no chance. And 111 make my peace wlth Ève—or somebody wlll do lt for me. Is lt settled then?” “Thanks,” sald Trooper Stormont, reddenlng. They clasped hands. Then Stormont went about and lighted thè candles In thè roora. Clinch’s face, a gain revealed, was stili falntly amused at somethlng or other. The dead have much to be amused at. As Darragh was about to go Stormont sald: “'We're, burylng Clinch at 11 tomorrow mornlng. The Ghost Lake pllot officlates.” “Ili come lf lt won’t upset Ève," sald Darragh. “She won’t notlce anybody, I fancy,” remarked Stormont. He sto od by thè veranda and vatched Darragh take thè Long Trall through thè snow. Finally thè gllmmer of hls swlnglng lantern was lost In thè woods and Stormont mounted thè stairs once more, stood sllently by Eve’s open door, reaitzed she was stili heavlly asleep, and seated hlmeelf on a chalr outslde her door to watch and walt. All night long lt snowed hard over thè Star Pond country, and tue late gray light of mornlng revealed a bllndlng storm pelting a whlte robed world. Toward 10 o’clock, Stormont, on guaiti, notlced that Ève was prowlng restless. Downstairs thè flotsam of thè forest had gathered agaln: Mr. Lyken 1 was there In black gloves: thè Rev. Laomi Smatter had arrlved in s slelgh from Ghost Lake. Both were breakfastlng heavlly. The pretty, sulky-faced girl fetched a tray and placed Eve’s breakfast on lt: and Trooper Stormont carried lt j to her room. She was awake when he entered. !He set thè tray on thè table. She j put both arms around his neek. “Jack,” she murmured, her eyes tremulous wlth tears. “Everything has been done,” he sald. “Will you be ready by eleven? I’U come for you.” She clung to him in sllence for a whlle. At eleven he knocked on her door She opened lt. She wore her black wool gown and a black fur turban. Some of her pallor rem ai ned —trace of tears and blulsh smears under both eyes. But her voice was steady. “Could I see Dad a moment alone?" “Of course.” She took his arm: they descended 1 thè stairs. There seemed to be many people about, but she dld not lift her

HER LO VER LED HER INTO THE DANCE HALL. eves untll her lover led her into thè dance hall where Clinch lay smiling his mysterious smile. Then Stormont left her alone there and closed thè door. In a terrlfic snow-storm they buried Mike Clinch on thè spot he had selected, in order that he mlght keep a watchful eye upon thè trespasslng ghost of old man Harrod. It blew and atormed and stormed, and thè thin, nasal voice of “Rev. Smatter” was utterly lost in thè wind. The slanting lances of snow drove down on thè easket, hulldlng a whlte rnound over thè flowers, blotting thè hemlock boughs from sight. There was no tlme to be lost now, thè ground was freezing under a veering and bitter wind out of thè West. Mr. Lyken’s talented asslstanta had toma dlfflculty in shaping thè mound whlch snow began to make lnto a whlte and flawless monument, The laat alap of thè spade rang with a metalllc Jar aerosa thè lake, where anow already blotted thè newly forming film of ice; thè human denlaens of thè wilderness flltered back lnto it, one by one; “Rev. Smatter” got lnto his sleigh, plalnly concemed about thè road; Mr. Lyken betrayed unprofessional baste in loading his wagon with his talented aasistanta and atartlng for Ghost Lake. CHARTER II Darragh, in blanket outflt, a palr of anowshoes on his back, a ride in his mlttened hand, carne trudging up from thè lake. He and Stormont watched L&nnls ridlng away with thè two horses. “He'll make it all right, but lt’s time he started," aald thè latter. Darragh nodded: “Some storm. Where la Ève?” 'Tn her room.” “What la ahe going to do. Jack?” “Marry me as soon as possible. She wants to stay here for a few days, but I can’t leave her here alone. I think I*ll telephone to Ghost Lake for a sleigh.” "Let me talk to her,” aid Darragh in a low voice. “Do you think you’d better—at aruch a timer' "I think lt’s a good tlme. It will dlvert her mind- anyway. I want ber to come to Harrod Place.” “She won’t,” aaid Stormont grimly. "SJie mlght. Let me talk te ber.”

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Stormont hesltated, looked at him, nodded. Darragh atood his riile agalnst thè bench on thè kitchen porch. They entered thè house slowly. And met Ève descendlng thè e taira. The giri looked at Darragh, astonlshed, then her pale face fìushed with anger. “What are jreu dolng In thia

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house?” she demanded unsteadily. "Have you no decency, no shame?" “Yes,” he Baid, “I am ashamed of what my klnsman has dono to you and yours. That ls partly why I am here.” “You carne here aa a apy,” ahe sald with hot contempi “You aljout your nome; you lied about your You carne here to

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betray Dadi lf he’d kndwn lt he would have killed you!” “Yes, he would have. But —do you know why I carne here, Ève?” “I've told you!” "And you are wrong. I didn't come here to betray Mike Clinch: I carne to save him.” “Do you suppose I belleve a man who has lied to Dad?” ahe cri ed.

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“I don’t ask you to, Ève. I shall iet somebody else prove what I suy. I don’t blame you for your attitude. fiod knows I don't blame Mike Clinch. He atood up like a man to' Henry Harrod * * * All I ask la to undo some of thè rotten things that my uncle did' to you and yours. And that is partly why I carne here." The girl sald passtonately.: “Nelther

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Dad nor I want anything from Harrod Place or from you! Do you suppose you can come here aster Dad is dead and pretend you want to rriake amends for what your uncle did to us?” \ "Ève,” said Darragh gravely, '*l'ye made some amends already. You don’t know it, but I have • * • Yo\i ,may not bolieve it. but I llked

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your father. He was a reai man. Had anybody done to me what Henry Harrod did to your father l'd have bellaved as yoùr father behaved; l’d never have budged from this spot; l’d have hunted where I chose: l’d have borne an implacable hatred against Henry Harrod and Harrod Place, and every soul in it!” (To Be Continued)