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Justice Five Canton Men Have Been Convicted for Killing of Don Mellett.

BY LOWELL MELLETT SHEY have sent one more citizen of Canton to the penitentiary for the murder of my brother, Don R. Mellett. Five it is now. Ben Rudner, son of a so-called millionaire junk dealer; Loui3 Mazer, who lived on the earnings of prostitutes and who, true to the nature of one who will do that, won himself a shorter sentence than the others by being first to confess; Streitenberger, brutal and stupid policeman; Pat McDermott, vicious rat hired to fire the fatal shot, his employers lacking even the cowardly kind of courage needed for that; and finally, Seranus Lengel, chief of police. One year ago to a day it was from the assassination to the final conviction. A good deal has happened in that year. Canton, where murderers once escaped as a matter of course, has made a record among American cities by the thoroughness with which it has cleaned up the conditions that formerly made murder inevitable there. The separate juries bringing in these verdicts represent a cross-sec-tion of the Canton state of mind at present, a very different state of mind from that at the time my brother met his death. mHE shock of that tragedy awoke the public conscience for the time being. How long it will remain awake is yet to be seen. The day following the murder the very participants in the conspiracy met openly in the public streets, in the lobby of the principal hotel—in the corridors of the police station itself. So brazen they were ,so sure of the situation, you had the feeling they were bursting to tell the town it was they who had done it; that they exulted in the suspicion cast upon them. And but for a few isolated factors, this exultation might have been long lived, the guilty men might be enjoying it in full freedom today. For Canton seemed incapable of rousing itself. Timid business men met and deplored the tragedy. But apparently they deplored even more earnestly the fact that Canton was being given a bad name and they were of a mind to resent the thoroughgoing investigation. [ INE of the isolated factors was Harry H. Timken. You know I him for the roller bearings that bear his name. Biggest citizen in Canton, millionaire of his own making, a man of grim courage, he took in hand the little business men —little only in the size of their souls, some of them, for among their number were men of wealth and importance. I have in mind one of the latter who shook his fist beneath the nose of the timid prosecuting attorney and cursed him for daring to bring into Canton, Joseph Roach, famous criminal attorney and investigator of Chicago. The men of minor importance, Timksn seared with his angry tongue, burning off the smug outer covering of their souls, leaving them naked and ashamed in their own eyes, glad to clothe themselves again in the outward habiliments of good citizenship, glad to join him in his cleansing efforts. The men of major importance, Timken fended off with his money. There came a time when it wau sought to frighten this big, rawboned, gray-haired industrial leader. It was proposed to publish the fact that he, like most of the others, had bought bootleg products for his own use. His reply to than indicates the stuff of which he is made. “If I have contributed in any way to Don Mellett’s death, I wish to take my punishment along with the others,” he said. They couldn’t fight a man like that for long. The nervous little citizens lined up with him, the important bigger citizens, with something to conceal, lapsed into silence and let the inquiry take its course. SNOTHER isolated factor was Charley Morris, who succeeded my brother as publisher of the newspaper. Not among American newspapermen probably could a worthier successor have been found. Relentlessly he pursued the effort. He worked day and night. It was difficult to discover when he slept. He grew thinner and whiter and his eyes retreated further and further in their sockets. He never let up. If Timken furnished the backing and created the public morale, Morris, so it seems to me, furnished the initiative and the intelligent planning. . There were other factors. Ora Slater, a private detective, rare among his kind, since his chief stock in trade was his reputation for personal honesty, a reputation that stood him in good stead in a town sick of the very word detective; a Cleveland newspaper reporter, who crowded the timid prosecuting attorney into a comer with a threat to publish the facts he had learned unless those facts were presented to the grand jury and indictments obtained. Then, too, there was .Mayor Swartz, an unknown quantity in local politics, who surprised the crooks and that part of a respectable element supporting the crooks, by spuming their demands for continued control of the police department. And Judge Pontius, who had been my brother’s attorney, and who made the pursuit of the criminals his personal business from the day of the crime until the last conviction was recorded. Others there were, but these I have named I witnessed at work. mHAVE said the prosecutor was timid. He was, but he was the victim of a situation caldto make him so. He was the

COUNTY BUYS GRAVEL FROM ONE COMPANY Leader of Political Faction Gets All Business for Road Work. NONE TO OTHER FJRM Price Same; Otis Dodson Is Aligned With County Commissioners. Through district county road superintendents, $10,429.64 worth of gravel was bought in April, May and June of this year from the Marion County Sand and Gravel Company, near Maywood. This company is owned and operated by Otis Dodson, leader of a county political faction, and his brother, Arthur V. Dodson. County Commisisoners Cassius L. Hogle and Charles O. Sutton are aligned with Dodson. The figures are not so startling until it is pointed out that the Maxwell Gravel Company, located north of Broad Ripple on White River, has the same type of contract with the county, but this firm has received no orders, according to records. Long Hauls Pointed Out Both companies offer gravel at 75 cents a yard and dirt and rock3 at 25 cents a yard. Another point in the transactions is that many of the gravel hauls are from Tenth St., to Fifty-Sixth St., in sections which could be accommodated by the Maxwell firm. Others are along Raymond St., which is in the vicinity for the Marion County firm. None of the awards to the gravel firm is shown on county books, containing miscellaneous expenditures. They are carried in bill and requisition form under Marion County Sand and Gravel Company headings on the district reports and allotted on the free gravel road fund. Payment Is Indirect Payment of bills is indirect. The district superintendents are paid by the county commissioners. These amounts are placed in their personal accounts, passing out whatever they need for payment from this. The following payments were made by commissioners to district men for the Marion gravel firm: April—Harvey Darnell, District 2, Division 1, $1,146.94; A. W. Tolin, District 6, Division 3, $1,762.27 for Shadeland Ave. repairs north of Twenty-Fifth St., and north of Forty-Ninth St. and on Arlington Ave., north of Thirty-Eighth St.; Nicholas Tex, District 3, Division 5, father of Luther Tex, county road superintendent, $172.50; Jerry Gray, $743, for repairs on Madison Rd., near Stop 6; Walter Askren, District 7, Division 4, $3,340.70, for repairs on Arlington Ave., north of Tenth and north of Twenty-First Sts., and on Emerson Ave., north of Tenth St. May—Darnell, $1,198.37. June—Elmer Trester, District 2, Division 3, $1.50, and Darnell, $2,064.36 for Raymond St. repairs. Carried by. County Trucks Dodson’s name does not appear on any of the receipts for the funds. They are signed by Alex A. Case. A small part of the amounts are for delivery of the gravel by the company’s trucks at $3 an hour. In most cases, though, the materials are bought at the dock and taken to locations by county trucks.

DE VORE RITES PLANNED Former Policeman Died at Home Here Wednesday. Funeral services were being arranged today for Augustus DeVore, 54, of 617 E. St. Clair St., who died at his home Wednesday afternoon. Burial will be in Edgar County cemetery, at Paris, 111. Mr. DeVore was born in Paris, 111., but had lived in Indianapolis thirty years. After being connected with the American Railway Express Cos. for several years, he joined the police force, and served ten years as patrolman and traffic officer, resigning of ill health in 1916. Later he resumed his connection with the express company. He became ill about six weeks ago. He was a member of the Knights of Pythias. Surviving him are the widow, Charlotte; the mother, Mrs. Elizabeth DeVofe, Paris, 111.; and a sister, Mrs. Herbert Osborn, Toledo. party’s candidate for congressman. The forces he was expected to expose included men who claimed to have made him what he was in public life. Once the indictments had been obtained he carried the cases through with unmistakable ability and determination. Once the first man had been convicted he never abated his efforts to find and convict the others. Perhaps other cities are not greatly inteiested in what has happened in Canton. They should be. All cities marveled that the publisher of an important newspaper could be assassinated with the seeming ease and seeming sense of immunity that marked the Canton crime. There has been marveling, too, at the apparent clock-like precision with, which justice has been rendered to the guilty men. I have only written this to raise the question in other cities of whether they have the stamina to pull themselves out of a slough such as that from which Canton has pulled itself. For I am acquainted with a good many cities and it is my unreserved opinion that there are few that differ a great deal from the Canton of the days before my brother’s death.

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(Continued From Page 1) Saturday to be married, and I expect to get her position. The job pays fifty a week, ten more than I’m getting now.” “You say her name was Gladys?” Mrs. Cartwright mused. “Was she a Gladys sort of person, dear? A cuddly little blond, perhaps?” “She is very pretty—chestnut hair and blue eyes,” Vera admitted. “But I don’t see what that has to do with ltr~” "Don’t you, darling? I’m afraid you may find out, but don’t mind me. After all, I’m only a pretty parasite, as you’ve so often reminded me, degr —a shameless, useless creature who has buried two husbands and divorced two others. I hope you get the job and that you spend the extra ten a week on peach-colored silk underwear for the good of your soul.” “You know I’m trying to save, money—” Vera began resentfully, but her eyes betrayed her for an instant by becoming misty. “And succeeding nobly,” her aunt reminded her, laughing. “You must have at least three thousand dollars saved toward your retirement into the old ladies’ home, and you’re still only twenty-four years old. My dear when I was twenty-four I had buried my first husband and divorced my second—and was engaged to my third, if memory serves me rightly. And I was handicapped by this horrible little nose—” she tapped the maligned feature with a scornful forefinger. “If I had had a cose like yours, that is absolutely wasted on you, because you refuse to make the most of it—” “Oh, youquit picking on me. Aunt Flora!” "And your mouth, if you’d listen to reason and put just a tiny touch of lip rouge on it, would be absolutely the most kissable, I’ve ever seen—” her aunt’s laughing drawl followed the girl as she fled from the dining room. Vera Cameron ran gracefully and fleetly across Riverside Drive, swung to the steps of a great lumbering green bus, climbed up the winding staircase ad found a seat beside a young man who glanced up hopefully from his paper. There was nb reason, Vera told herself angrily, why she should blush like an idiotic school girl or like a sex’starved old maid, just because an anemic youth who proßably made less than she did dropped his seeking eyes hastily to his newspaper. If he dared to try to flirt with her she would have squelched him. But would she? She was startled at the question which elbowed its impudent way through the well-trained grooves of her mind. Anyone would think she was repulsive, the way that odious young man had looked her over and declined her— But—she sighed and settled back into her seat resignedly—she did have to wear glasses, and she was frtckle-faced, and her hair was mousy. So the only thing left for her to do was to be the most efficient secretary in the Peach Bloom Cosmetics Company’s offices. Ever since she had graduated from business college when she was nineteen, she had devoted herself with deep seriousness to making herself a business success. She had held positions in three companies, had started work at fifteen dollars a week and was now getting forty. Today she would be promoted to fifty a week. From fifteen to fifty dollars a week in five years had not been easy, and she had not always been happy, but—she was succeeding. She had taken business so very seriously. She had been m member of a business woman’s club for four years had subscribed to all the business women’s magazines and to all the other magazines which were designed to fit earnest young workers for bigger and better things. She had been taking an extension course in chemistry, the better to understand the business of the Peach Bloom Cosmetics Company She had watched her health, knowing that health means efficiency. she walked the prescribed hour a day, did setting up exercises night and morning with religious regularity, ate foods that contained the largest percentage of vitamines, went to bedw early and rose early. She had repressed her desires for pretty and faddish clothes with the sternness of a nun and had dressed according to the laws laid down by the business women’s magazine. She did not waste her time at the offic* in gossip and in making up her face in the girl s rest room. .. dld not watch the clock, thought nothing of working overhad the interest of her firm at heart always— P a f r of Iar S e > round tears welled Seeks er Th y f and f lipped down her cneeks. The moisture misted her glasses, so that she had to fumble helplessly for a handkerchief. What Wa L the ma tter with spring*fever? e W “ tae “ *“*•* She had learned to hate springwihchathe n f t* Bay ’ f luttery dresses, wmS\„ th ?u th ff glrls shamelessly worg to th eoffice, the season of sweethearts cooing at each other on the green iron benches all up and down Riverside Drive park She had never had a real sweethewt. Calvin Trumbull, who had wanted a “helpmeet” who could earn SSnV han h r hal< of *“> e“p££ didnt count, neither did Aunt 2”? discarded suitor, mWdiE aged Mr. Perdue, who had talked pathetically of his broken heart and motherless little children. How did Aunt Flora do it? she had had four husbands, could marry again tomorrow if she wanted to. S3 th U rfft FI ° r s Was useless - a spend- * a pleasu £6' m ad, vain woman. She—Vera Victoria Cameron—was certainly an old-fashioned girl if it was old-fashioned not to expose the knees and bob the hair and paint like a chorus girl and pet like a demi-mondaine. And. yet—men did not “prefer” her, and she was

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lonely, for all her success, and tears were slipping uncontrollably down her cheeks. If only Aunt Flora would let her alone —stop "kidding” her, let her be herself in peace— When she entered the foyer of the twenty-two story office building where the Peach Bloom Cosmetics Company occupied an entire floor—the factory was in Jersey—she was again the brisk, business-like young private secretary. A pleasant excitement routed h£r depression. She was glad her new, smartly tailored black cloth suit had arrived in time for this auspicious day. A glance in the mirror in the elevator told her that the silk blouse, with its pleated fichu and its high collar and frilled cuffs, was exactly the right thing for the suit. It made her look welldressed, efficient but not masculine. And the hand-sewn black felt hat looked the eighteen-fifty she had reluctantly paid for it. Mr. Canfield would recognize her eminent fitness for the dignified position of secretary to the president. Gladys Holmes had, that last week, worn powder blue silk crepe, with long tasseled sleeves that must have annoyed Mr. Canfield with their flutterings. And Gladys had clicked about the offices on absurd, threeinch French heels. The dimples in her shamelessly exposed knees must have been disgusting to a business man like Mr. Canfield. She went briskly to her office, a little cubicle outside the private office of the sales manager, opened her desk, arranged notebook and pencils ready for a call from her boss whenever he Happened to stroll in—late as usual on Mondays, filed a basket of correspondence whtch she had answered on Saturday, and was, at ten o’clock, making a careful graphic representation of a sales report on business for the month of March when an office boy skidded into the room. “The old man wants to see you, Miss Cameron,” he grinned at her. He was probably the only human being connected with the entire office force that did not feel any awe U all of Miss V. V. Cameron. Any other girl in the world would have snatched up a vanity case and powdered her nose before obeying that summons. Vera rose instantly, did not even pat the smooth, flat braids of hr brown hair, for she knew that they lay in immaculate order against her brow and over her small ears. She was guilty of one evidence of vanity, however, she took from its hanger the severe little jacket to her new suit, buttoned it snugly over the white silk blouse, arranged collar and cuffs with quick deft fingers and then walked briskly but unhurriedly down the long corridor to the dqor marked “Mr. Canfield.” As she entered the secretary’s office, she cast an appraising and possessive glance at the big mahogany desk which would now be hers. A thick oriental rug lay suavely on the floor. Oh, it would .be nice to be mistress of this pleasant place, nice to have the other girlus envious, respectful ! She tapped, with fingers slightly cold with nervousness, upon the door labeled "private.” As she opened the door to Mr. Canfield's loud bellow of invitation, a girl almost collided with her, a girl leaving Mr. Canfield’s private office with an open notebook in her hand. “Mr. Canfield will see you now, Miss Cameron,” the girl spoke in a lilting, sweet voice that fairly rippled with triumph. “Thank you. Miss Fitch,” Vera answered, her voice cold and even. Rosemary Fitch! Rosemary! Aunt Flora’s mocking, fond warning—“l’m afraid you may find out!”—came to Vivian’s ears, in which the blood pounded sickeningly, as cleverly as if her aunt were there, noting her defeat, her incredible defeat. Rosemary Fitch flashed a smile at her cut of wide, china-blue eyes, and rustled to the swivel chair before the mahogany desk which Vivian had Just appraised as her own. “Come in, Miss Cameron. How are you today? Fine, I hope,” Mr. Canfield boomed cordially. “You see we’re making some changes around here—” Vera closed the door with an icecold trembling hand and walked jerkily to the seat beside the president’s desk. “Mr. Canfield,” she began tremulously, but courageously, for anger, made her brave, “is Miss Fitch goto take Miss Holmes’ place as your secretary?” “Well, yes,” the big, broad old man nodded, his keen, slate-gray eyes narrowing as he regarded her quizzically, “Have you any objections, Miss Cameron?” “I—l had hoped to be promoted to the position myself,” Vera told him, her mouth, her adorable kissable mouth held firmly to keep it from trembling. “I have been with the firm longer t-ian any of the other girls now that Miss Holmes is gone, and I—l know I’m a better secretary than—than—Miss Fitch.” “You mean that you can take dictation faster, turn out more letters, make better graphic representations than Miss Fitch don’t you?” Mr. Canfield asked gently; almost pityingly. • % “I certainly do,” Vera retorted, tears welling up in her eyes, to her intense disgust. “I agree 4Vith you, as to those qualifications, Miss Cameron. You are probably the most efficient secretary this organization has ever had—” “Then why—?” Vera interrupted him indignantly. “Miss Cameron, I’m an old man and I don't want to work as hard as you would make me work,” the president of the Peach Bloom Cosmetics Company leaned back in his chair, which creaked under his weight, and regarded her humorously. “Benham warned me about you, said you were a regular slavedriver of a private secretary. No, listen to me, young lady. You’ve made a kick, a perfectly legitimate kick, so far as you are concerned, and you have a right to know my reasons for giving the best job from

Beauty or Business? That’s the Question Before Vee-Vee Cameron, the Prim Little Girl of Business, Whose Whole Life Has Been Ona Long Chase After Efficiency, With All Romance Barred.

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the standpoint of money and dignity, that the concern has to give to a stenographer, to a girl that you no doubt consider incompetent and ridiculously unsuitable.” He paused and Vera knotted her hands tightly in her lap. “I’m president of the company, as you know, Miss Cameron, but I don’t do a whale of lot of work. Got plenty of high-powered executives to do the drudgery for me. Sometimes I don’t dictate a dozen letters a day. Most of my appointments are with the big buyers, for sbeial purposes only. I leave the business interviews with Benham and his boys. Why, girl, I couldn’t possibly keep a human dynamo like you busy and contented. You’d be shaming me into doing a lot of meddling with the department heads, just to keep me busy, so I could keep you busy. As I said, I’m getting to be an old man—and by the way, you didn’t contradict me, as little Rosemary Fitch would have done—” he grinned at her. She gasped, started to speak, but Canfield waved a broad, fat hand at her. “Just one of the duties of my private secretary,” he chuckled. “You can see that you wouldn’t suit at all. I play golf a lot. and I like to have an adoring young audience sit in that chair and ooh and ah when I tell how I went around the course in par. Now I wouldn’t dare take up your time telling you how I made that beastly fifth hole in two, or about the party I’d been' on the night before with a buyer or how extravagant my daughters are, or lay a bet with you on how a detective story serial was coming out. Don’t misunderstand me. “Os course, I want a secretary who can write an intelligible letter and who won’t ball up my appointOFFICER WOUNDED BY WOMAN MAKES GAIN Danville Dep Sheriff in Methodist Hospital Here. Deputy Sheriff Albert Shane of Danville, Ind., shot three times by Mrs. Jessie Smerage, whom he arrested on a surety of peace warrant, is in an improved condition at the Methodist Hospital here today. An operation for the removal of two bullets will be performed today. The third was removed Wednesday shortly after the shooting at the woman’s home near Danville. Mrs. Smerage had been living as a recluse for three years and neighbors had complained that she was a trouble maker. One swore out a peace • warrant Wednesday and when Shane served it, the woman fired. Despite his wounds, the officer brought the woman to jail at Danville and then was rushed to the hospital here. PLAN SEA AIRSHIP LINE Dirigibles May Fly From Europe to South America in 1928. Bu United Press BUENOS AIRES, July 21.—Hugo Eckener, dirigible expert, has conferred here • with political and financial leaders on establishment of a Zeppelin airline from Europe to South America, by the end of 1928. NOW SHE WILL DICTATE Real Estate Man Weds Stenographer for Last Lears. Bu United Prrs NEW YORK, July 21.—Solomon N. Oppenheimer, real estate dealer, has been dictating to Miss Gertrude Gruen for seven years, but that’s all over now. Yesterday he was married to the woman who has been his stenographer since 1920.

ments for me and one who can make hotel and Pullman reservations without being told. But Miss Fitch has brains enough to do all those things and yet she's human enough to humor an old man and make him feel like a great big conquering hero every minute he's fiddling around on the job. Do you get my point?” “Why did you send for me, Mr. Canfield? To—to humiliate me?” Vera rose, trembling so that she could hardly stand. "Whoa there, child! Don’t fly off the handle. But damned if it doesn’t make you attractive, to get all flushed up like that. I sent for you because I have anew Job for you, one that you’ll simply eat up. You're going td be much happier with Jerry MaCklyn than you could possibly have been with me—” “Jerry Macklyn?” Vera was guilty of interrupting her employer again. “The new advertising manager. Starts to work this morning. He’s another demon for work and the biggest advertising genius in New York. Peach Bloom is simply rotten with luck to get him. You’re to be his assistant, or rather, one of his assistants, in addition to being his secretary. Don’t think I haven’t appreciated you, Miss Cameron. So does Benham. He’s done more with you to nag him than he ever turned out before in his life. I’m afraid sales are going to fall off when you take yourself out of his office. But Benham says he’ll give you to Jerry for the good of the firm. You’ll like Macklyn. In fact v he asked for you—” “Asked for me?” Vera repeated. “Not by name,” Canfield disappointed her by saying, “but he asked for the smartest girl in the organization, the girl who knew the most about Peach Bloom Cosmetics and

PROBE 4 BURGLARIES Robbers Do Full Night’s Work, Reports Show. Police are investigating four burglaries in the city Wednesday night. Pearl Russell, battery station proprietor, 1210 W. Washington St., reported a window Jimmied and S2OO stolen from a desk drawer. The home of Mr. and Mrs. S. W. Boaz, 1516 E. Seventeenth St., entered by cutting the screen out of an open pantry window and the entire house was ransacked. Currency totaling S6O was taken. Patrolman Paffenberger, 56 % Virginia Ave., reported nis room entered and two revolvers valued at SSO taken. D. M. Baker, Columbia National Life Insurance Cos., 809 Meyer-Kiser Bank Bldg., reported a steel Ailing cabinet pried open and the money box stolen. The box was empty, Baker said. TRY DE MILLE FOR USURY Millionaire Film Producer Pleads Not Guilty. Bu United Press LOS ANGELES, Cal., July 21. Charged with usury in connection with a pool loan to the Julian Petroleum Corporation, Cecil B. De Mille, millionaire motion picture producer, will go on trial Noverr’'-'-26. De Mille pleaded not guilty yesterday when arraigned on the charge. STORM HITS VINCENNES Bu Times Rnreinl VINCENNES, Ind., July 21. A heavy wind and rain storm here Wednesday night tore down trees and put the electric light plant out of commission. Following the storm, candles lighted restaurants and other business places.

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and I both agreed that he meant you the business in general. Benham and no one else.” “Thank you, Mr. Canfield,” Vera stammered. “Do I report to him this morning?” Her voice was eager, ■girlish, her adorable mouth flashed a wide smile at the shrewdly ofserving old man opposite her. "Sure you do. He’s waiting for you. He has Stafford’s office, of course. And, by the way, the Job carries fifty a week, the same as Miss Fitch will get. Feeling better?” he added in a kindly voice, unlike his usually hearty boom. “Shall I—shall I be allowed to write advertising copy, too?” Vera quavered happily. “I’ve been taking an advertising course at Columbia two evenings a week, as well as an extension course in chemistry—” Canfield’s laugh boomed out. “I’d have bet that you had,” he assured her, but his eyes were very kind. “Sure you’ll be allowed to try your hand at copy writing—booklets, things of that sort. Now, run along and don’t think too harshly of the old man.” Vera could have kissed him—but she merely thrust out a cold, timid hand. She almost ran from the office, did not cast a single envious glance at Rosemary Fitch, who was applying lipstick. Jerry Macklyn! Jerry Macklyn! Jerry! He had asked for her. What if he didn’t know her personally? He knew the kind of person she was, had wanted her above all others. Oh, it did pay to study and work hard —what a nice name he had! Jerry Macklyn! Would he be a Jerry sort of person, ns Aunt Flora would say? Maybe—She paused outside the door which was still labeled “Mr. Stafford,” in honor of Jerry Macklyn’s predecessor, and for a moment she thought wildly of rushing back down the corridor to Rosemary Fitch’s office, to ask her for the loan of her powder compact and her lipstick. But she knew that she couldn’t do that—lay herself open to ridicule, have Rosemary Fitch giggling about her in the rest room— With head high, and a strange new hope in her heart, she lifted ■her hand to knock on the inner door beyond which Jerry Macklyn was no doubt awaiting her impatiently. Jerry Merklyn hu an am.iilng proposition and Vera yets the ehoek of her life. In the next chapter. (To Be Continued)

DEFENSE RESTS IN BIRGER CASE Motion for Continuance by Gangsters Denied. Bu United Press BENTON, 111., July 21.—A complete surprise was sprung here today when attorneys for Charlie Birger, Art Newman and Ray Hyland, gangsters on trial for the murder of Mayor Joe Adams of West City, rested their case without offering a single witness. Closing arguments will be started immediately. A motion for continuance had been asked, on the plea that confessions by Newman and his refusal to Join with the other defendants in a common defense had made delay until the next term of court necessary. The State had contended that the motion was inconsistent. It was denied. Repeated efforts to effect a reconciliation between Birger and Newman had failed. Although once close friends, they are now bitter enemies. Their differences were started by Newman's confession to complicity in the siafring of Mr. and Mrs. Lory Price of Marlon, which held Birger chiefly responsible for the crime. ALL EXCUSES FAIL; ON JURY DUTY EVERY YEAR Memphis Man Hasn’t Missed Vacation He Didn’t Want Since 1908. On United Petit MEMPHIS, Tenn., July 21. When it comes to serving on the jury, Lawrence W. Akers, a Memphis man, can tell all about it. He has served on some kind of a jury every year since 1908. Even though the duties of citizenship at times threaten to break up his home, ruin his business, and always gives him a vacation that he doesn’t want. Akers has had little luck in getting out of Jury service. When called as a venireman the first few times he acted with good grace, for he thought he was performing a civic duty. But with civic duty calling year after year, Akers got tired. But the Judges laugh at his excuses and ask for reasons. Akers stays on the job. AIR FIELD ON P. 0. ROOF Chicago Office Will Be Last Word In Modern Efficiency. Bu United Press WASHINGTON, July 21.—The new Chicago postofflee will be the most up-to-date postal building in the world, with an air mail flying field on the roof, Postmaster General New announced today. New said that by the time the building is completed—in six or seven years—the roof flying field would be practical. CARS NEAR TRAIL’S END Bn United Prett WASHINGTON, July 21.—Every other auto now sold in the United States replaces one which has gone to the dump-heap. The Department of Commerce estimated that replacement cars totaled 1,850,000,000 in 1928. Out of the world production of 5,1000,000 cars, it was estimated that 40 per cent were for replacement,

BDSSERTOUT AND THURMAN PATHCLEARED Former Klan Dragon Will Not Seek Nomination for Governor. WILL SUCCEED KEATING Senator Watson Paving Road to Statehouse for Close Friend. Walter F. Bossert, former Klan grand dragon, will not seek the gubernatorial nomination on the Republican ticket in 1928. Instead, he has been promised that he will be made National republican committeeman to succeed Joseph B. Kealing. These statements coming from sources of authority indicate the first definite action of Senator James E. Watson to nominate for Governor his friend M. Burt Thurman, now collector of internal revenue. Bossert has had his eye on the Governorship ever since Governor Jackson appointed Arthur Robinson to succeed the late Samuel M. Ralston in the Senate. * Jackson did not send for Bossert on that occasion as he did for Frank Ball of Muncie, only to tell the latter when he returned with his acceptance that “Robbie” had been appointed. Bossert Had Hopes But. he had told Bossert in the days of the 1924 primary and campaign, that "after I am elected there is nothing I could refuse you’’—and Bossert wanted to live in Washington, according to Bossert’s friends. As former grand dragon of the Klan, Bossert, who succeeded D. C. Stephenson in that office, has a following in the State. For a long time it has been believed that with Bossert and Frederick E. Schortemeier, secretary of State, in the race what remains of the Klan vote would be split. Under the arrangement reached this week while Indiana's senior Senator has been visiting with the postmasters from over the State, Bosert's strength will go to Thurman. That would include such organizations as the Marlon County Red Star League, unless it should repudiate its political committee. Not Loved, But Useful Bossert, whose home is down in Liberty—Sixth district— has been known as a part of the New-Good-rlch-Hays crowd. They haven’t particularly loved him, but he has been very useful, although he has not been a direct beneficiary in any visible way. Through this combination Bossert has been very friendly with Everett Sanders, secretary to the President. During the investigation into Indiana Klan affairs by the Reed Senatorial committee last fall, Bossert suffered a sudden lapse of memory as to why he had been supplanted as head of the Klan in Indiana by W. Lee Smith, incumbent. Senator James A. Reed sought for hours without success to induce the former dragon to admit on the stand what he had allegedly stated privately to others, “I was forced out because I refused to go down the line for Watson.” The reason of Bossert’s silence before Senator Reed led to the new set-up with Watson. M. Bert Thurman, when the story of the Bossert arrangement was made public, said: "I know nothing about Mr. Bossert’s political ambitions. I am not playing for Klan support. I am making no deals with any one. If I am nominated, I want it to be bv the votes of Republicans generally and not by any side bloc or combinations.” Thurman said he did not know whether Bossert would be a candidate for Governor or not. Ho said he had not seen Bossert for some time. He did not believe anyone could promise the national committee post to Bossert, because the committeeman is elected by Republican State committeemen. He indicated he did not believe Bossert would swing his support to him.

TWO IN BURNING AUTO Men Expected to Die at South Bend Hospital. By Unittd Prett SOUTH BEND, Ind.. July 21 David Marcus of South Bend, clothing merchant, and Russell Pence of Michigan City were near death in a hospital here today from injuries in an automobile accident shortly before midnight Wednesday. Their automobile crashed into a milk truck driven by Wilbert White of Chicago on a highway near New Carlisle, fourteen miles west of here. The automobile caught fire after the crash, but the injured men were hauled from the wreckage before the flames reached them. Hospital attendants today said they were semi-consciouss. DROWNING? NO, FISH Accident Prevention Sergeant Frank Owen and Coroner Charles H. Keever feared another youth had been drowned in White River today while returning from the burial of George Petero and George White in Floral Park cemtery. They saw a large crowd looking over the railing at W. Washington Bt. bridge, but learned the spectators were watching a school of fish. Some of the fish were eighteen inches long, Owen said.