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MILLION PLAN FOR TAX CUT OPENS FIGHT C. of C. Asks $400,000,000 Slash; House Leaders Are Displeased. ALL WANT REDUCTIONS Industry and Farm Chiefs Are First on List of Special Pleaders. WASHINGTON, Nov. I.—Siding With the Democrats against President Coolidge and Secretary of Treasury Mellon, representatives of the United States Chamber of Commerce today appealed to he House Ways and Means Commitee for a $400,000,000 tax reduction. Appearing at opening of the hearings on the new revenue bill, spokesman for the chamber asked the committee to reduce the corporations tax from 13% to 10 per cent, wipe out all excise taxes on automobiles and admissions, and eliminate the estates tax. Mellon Plan. May Be Basis Both Republican Chairman Green of lowa and Representative Garner (Democrat) of Texas, ranking minority member of the House Ways and Means Committee, expressed displeasure with the $225,000,000 cut as proposed by Mellon at opening of the committee hearings yesterday. This indicates the Mellon plan may be used as a basis for the new tax reduction, but it will be materially changed before it can get through Congress to President Coolidge’s desk. Both Green and Garner, as house tax leaders of the opposing factions in Congress, favor he Mellon scheme of reducing corporation taxes. Garner, however, feels corporation levies should be decreased from 13% per cent o 10 per cent instead of to 11 per cent as Mellon proposed. Everybody Wants Slash If the taxes -are to be reduced, it seems everybody wants his taxes included. That was being demonstrated today as various interests began to be heard from in the investigation, in progress here. Mellon and Undersecretary Mills made their recommendations Monday but today the committee heard the first of a large group of special pleaders. Before the hearing concludes, the Ways and Means Committee, which will write the new law, will have heard spokesmen for almost every organized group. The consumer will be heard along with the representatives of big business, likewise the farmer, the organized laborer, the author, the women’s club member, the automobile owner, the manufacturer. Industry Chiefs Heard At today*s hearing there were pleaders for the National Association of Manufacturers, the Chamber of Commerce of the United States, the National Retail Dry Goods Association, the American Electric Railway Association and the American Farm Bureau Federation. Spokesmen for the Consumers’ Coperative Association, the Association of Railway Executives and the National Lumber Manufacturers’ Association will be among those heard tomorrow. Thursday the Authors’ League, music publishers, American bankers, National Federation of Business and Professional Women’s Clubs and real estate salesmen will be represented. Motorists to Be Heard Lawyers and citizens speaking for themselves, individually, will testify Friday. Next Monday the American Automobile Association, speaking for the motorists, and the National Automobile Chamber of Commerce, speaking for manufacturers, will urge that the 3 per cent tax on new cars and accessories be eliminated. Baseball magnates, theater owners and motion picture producers will unite next week to urge elimination of the amusement tax. SHORTRIDGE WILL LAY SCHOOL CORNERSTONE President of School Board to Take Part in Ceremonies. Corner stone laying exercises for the new Shortridge high school, Thirty-Fourth and Meridian Sts., have been set for Thursday at 2:15 p. m., Superintendent Charles L. Miller announced today. Emmett A. Rice, representing the high school faculty, will deposit the archives, and Theodore F. Vonnegut, school board president, will lay the comer stone. Speakers include Miller, J. Edwin Kopf, architect; Dr. Herbert T. Wagner, of the class of 1903, representing the alumni; and James Howard Otto, ’2B, representing the student body. Principal George Buck will preside. A concert by the Shortridge band will precede the exercises. SET TESTS FOR N 6SES 244 Applications to Be Passed on Nov. 15-16. Annual examinations for registered nurse applications will be conducted by the State Board of Nurses Registration at the Statehouse Nov. 15-16. There are 220 graduate applications and 24 re-examinations. Miss Anna Holtman, Ft. Wayne, is president of the board and Miss Lulu V. •giine, south Bend, secretary

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BEGIN HERE TODAY When DIANA FARWELL’S mother hears her talking of love with LOUIS NELSON she takes her to task in puritanical fashion. Diana’s sister Vivian had run away from home sometime before, and Mrs. Farwell feared that Diana might follow in her footsteps. Also Mrs. Farwell favors an older man, an Arthur Vane, rising San Francisco s lawver. Diana is informed that a ffentiemah wishes to see her. She walked sedately past her mother to answer the SUI NOW S GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER 111 IANA recognized his voice even before he informed her 1 that it was Arthur Vane. “Os course, you’re busy this evening. But supposing I come over to call on your mother?” Diana was surprised that she could reply so gaily. "Oh, do! Mother will be so glad.” She returned to the porch, doubtful of his reception/ “Arthur Vahe is coming over, Mother.” There was only pleasures in her mother’s round eyes. “That’s nice. Ask Lucy to fix some punchAefore she goes. There is grape juice and a can of pineapple. And, Diana, don’t you think you should change your dress?” “I don’t see why.” “I like your blue better.” “Well, what’s the difference. He isn’t coming to see me, particularly.” Elizabeth smiled, but her voice was firm. “I’d rather you changed, dear. Do it for mother, please.” In her own room again, Diana was grumbling, “That’s rich! She wants me to lock my besfyfor him. I must be alluring, but beware, Arthur! Touch me not! Well, I won’t do it. I’m going to be absolutely indifferent.” In spite of her resolution, she met him warmly. He was so different from the boys at home. Before he had been on the porch five minutes they had dropped personalities and he was telling her things about which she had always wondered. About life as it was lived in a big city. The “wheels within wheels.” The cats that yowled in back areas; (Diana hadn’t supposed San Francisco had cats)—the heated arguments at 7 a. m. between a noisy scavenger and a victim of insomnia, who leaned out of the second story, in his “nightie,” Arthur said. A woman crying on a bench in Golden Gate Park, while her companion read; a group of would-be intellectuals, who called themselves “Morons,” lived in shacks and prided themselves on cleverly turned phrases and some not so clever. The simplicity, the beauty, the naivete of San Francisco. The mystery, the cruelty, like a sheathed claw! A taxi, which tore through the night, while a woman screamed. “She probably was drunk,” Arthur added, noting the look of fascinated terror in his listener’s eyes. Diana wondered what her mother was thinking. She rather expected her to reprove their guest for this seemingly unexpurgated version of his beloved city. But Elizabeth was smiling. “Very interesting!” she said, vaguely. “You’ll excuse me, won’t you, Arthur? I haven’t been feeling well. Come again, dear boy. Will you be here long?” “About two weeks, Mrs. Farwell." “Well, we shall be happy to as much of your time as you can spare.” After she had • gone the two younger people sat silently listening to the summer humming of insects in the grass. It seemed strangely quiet in the little town. Very ;:ar away from all the beckoning mysteries of Arthur’s life. “Why did you come back?” Diana asked, suddenly. “I shouldn’t think you’d care to ever see this place again.” “My dear girl, this is my home town. I lived here for 20 years. My mother is buried here.” Diana said, wistfully, “But it must be wonderful to live in a place like San Francisco. I should think you would be the happiest person in the world.” She added, “I wonder if Vivian is there.” It was the first time she had spoken her sister’s name in four years? Saying it made her seem to come to life. Arthur must have understood the longing in her voice for he asked, gently, “Don’t you know where she is, Diana?” “No! Mother never speaks of her.” His answer made her heart stand still. “She is in San Francisco. I saw her in a theater there not long ago.” “You saw my sister?” “I certainly did. And. she is as beautiful as she ever was.” “Did you speak to her?” “I tried to, but evidently she did not recognize me.” “Oh—” said Diana, crawling back into the old shell of reserve and shame. “Let’s get the punch.” In the kitchen she forced herself into a lighter mood. Apjthur chipped ice for the glasses and spouted much oratorical nonsense, was different from home town technique. Not so different was his producing a slim flask. “How about a little kick in it?” Determined to live upi to his grownup opinion of her, Diana responded. “Surely. Go ahead.” He emptied the flask into the pitcher and carried the tray outside. Diana made an excuse to run upstairs for a ( moment. She must see whether her mother was “snooping” again. Evidently Elizabeth had retired, secure in her faith in Diana’s promise. At any rate the light' was out and her door was closed. “Mother,” Diana called, softly. But there was no answer. Feeling suddenly liberated from the tension of the long day, she ran back to the porch. “Where are you?” she laughed. A firm hand drew her down into the darkness of the porch swing. “Get your scouting all done?” Arthur asked, coolly. “What do you mean? I went for a hankie.”

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Arthur laughed. He filled a glass for her. Sipping tentatively, Diana found it delicious. Not reeking with alcohol like the few drinks she had dared taste before, but delicately flavored, tantalizing! She drained the glass. “Like it?” “Yes. What did you put in it?” “I’ll never tell.” “I want another one,” declared ,Diana. She was sure such a mild little drink couldn’t possibly hurt her. “I wouldn’t yet,” advised Arthur. “It’s really stronger than it seems.” But Diana was pouring it for herself; lifting her glass, smiling, “To San Francisco! And I hope you see me there soon.”. “Why, Diana, you little devil you . . He snatched the glass away and seized her in his arms. “Don’t!” ‘Tm crazy about you.” With his touch every instinct In her leaped into panic. She struggled back and struck him full in his laughing face. Silence! A silence which hurt. Then his voice, coldly reproachful, “You needn’t have done that, you know.” Diaha said nothing. She was cowering in the hammock, trembling. Whep her voice finally came it frightened her. It sounded so hard. “You needn’t think,” she said, “because I’m Vivian’s sister ...” and began to cry. In the midst of her passionate sobbing, she heard Arthur, shocked and penitent, “Diana, oh my dear! You didn’t think that!” * He took his handkerchief, gently now as if she were the little girl he had known first, and wiped away her tears. “Im awfully sorry. I thought you were as modem as you looked. But on my honor, a kiss is all I was thinking of . . Diana shivered. “My dear, do you always act like this when a man wants to kiss you?” Remembering Louis, she admitted honestly, “Not always. ,But I don’t like that sort of thing.” Arthur f rose, still holding her hand, and leaning over, held it against his cheek. “I’m afraid I had forgotten,” he said, “that there are still girls of 18 who are as fresh and sweet and innocent as a girl should be. Forgive me, won’t you?” Diana sat, watching him swing off down the street. She had never been so upset. What must he think of her. Clawing at him like a wildcat! For one moment she had known absolute terror. Yet how nice he had been about it. Most men would never have spoken to a girl again. She hoped, desperately, that her mother was not awake. This would be an impossible situation to explain. And she must hurry and empty the stuff in the pitcher. That might be one reason she felt so queer. As she rose, with the tray in her hands, a slender figure stalked through the darkness, up to the door. “Oh, Louis!” Diana whispered. “Don’t come in, please. I’m on my way to bed.” “Oh, are you?” he cried, savagely. “Well, you’re not going until I’ve had a talk with you." * * * * CHAPTER IV IANA, with the tray in one - hand, slipped to the door and u— J fastened the screen. “You can’t come in, Louis,” she repeated, cautiously. “I’m in trouble enough without that.” “What do you mean?” “Mother heard us last night. She’s furious and I simply dare not see you for awhile. Please, Louis. His face pressed against the screen was white and tortured with jealousy. “It’s i all right, I suppose, for Arthur Vane to come?” “Well, of course,” admitted Diana,’ wondering what her mother would say if she knew the truth about Arthur. “That’s different.” “You bet. You aren’t fooling me. And neither is your mother.” His bitter boyish voice resounded through the darkness. In desperation Diana cried, “Louis, I can’t stand here talking to you. Really I can’t. But I’ll meet you tomorrow.”

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CHAPTER XLVI Nancy Gage awoke the morning after the accident feeling singularly refreshed. She sang as she was dressing, wondering at her own light-heartedness. From now on the days would have nothing to offer but work. Evening she would be forced to spend in the cramped little room or at an occasional theater. But for some inexplicable reason the prospect did not daunt her. She would have Sue, she had her work, and she would always have the fire of her love for Eric, which she would never attempt to quench. “Many waters cannot quench love.” Centuries ago love had been recognized as the greatest force in the world. Who was she to lift puny fists against it? Solomon was right. Sara Teasdale was right. She opened the thin little volume of “Love Songs” and read: “For one white singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost And for a breath of ecstasy Give all you have been or could be.”

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“Where?” "Anywhere. I’ll go to Marion’s!” “In the afternoon?” “Yes. I’ll come about 3.” He whispered, with his face still against the screen, “Good night, darling!” Diana did not dare breathe until he had disappeared. Then she crept into the kitchen like a, scared mouse, emptied the contents of the pitcher into the sink and rinsed the glasses. “Oh, if Mother knew this!” Stealing upstairs, still furtively, she hurried past the closed door. Now she would know the worst. Elizabeth might call, “Daughter, come here. Mother wants to talk with you.” “Oh, God,” Diana prayed, frantically. “Don’t let her do it this time.” It might kill her mother to smell the faint, sweet frkgrance of whatever it was she had been drinking. Drinking with Arthur Vane! * She shivered. But there was nothing to break the heavy quiet. Softly she closed her door and crept into bed. Elizabeth was almost jocular the next morning.

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“How late were you up, young lady? Did Arthur ever finish his eulogy of San Francisco?” “It wasn’t very late, Mother. The clock struck 11, I think.” Her mother held up a joking finger. “You think! How do you # like Arthur Vane? It seems to m*e he has become a really fascinating man.” “Oh, he’s all right!” Diana answered, carefully. Her mother need not think she was going to open up her heart and admit that he was really the most interesting man she had ever met. Her life, until now, had been healthily complete with boarding school in winter and dances and . dates with the’ boys during holidays and vacations. But it would never satisfy Diana again. “A sheathed claw,” he had said. “Oh, she liked that. She would like to live in a place where there were adventure, romance, and danger. And Vivian! He had seen Vivian! She called Marion Graham immediately after breakfast to warn her that she was coming over. “I want a book,” Diana explained for her mother’s benefit. But when she took the car to go to her friend’s, she was conscious of a gnawing sense of self-distrust. What good would it do to see Louis again? They would only quarrel.

She had had her white, singing hours. She had known ecstasy in Eric Nelson’s arms. And she would never mar those memories with lesser loves. Wed or unwed! The white fire of this sublime, sacrificial feeling carried her through the day. But at night she returned to her room with wings dragging a little. It was very cramped. The gas heater was hopelessly inadequate. Sue’s washing steamed from the back of a chair. She had rather hoped for a note from Richard, although she had no right to expect his forgiveness. But when the bell on the landing pealed four times, which was the landlady’s signal that someone in their room was wanted, she ran to the door, hopefully. “Yes, Mrs. Williams?” “A gentleman to see you, Miss Stopping only to explain to Sue, she ran down the stairs. She was unspeakably surprised to see Eric Nelson. Pale beneathe the bandage which completely covered one eye. “Are you busy Nancy?” “Why, no,” she faltered. “Won’t you sit down?” He glanced about the unattractive

She had no intention of telling him the truth about her promise to her mother, If she did he would think i ( only an evasion so that she might be with Arthur Vane. There was a man for you. She had slapped him with all her might yet he had held her hand again his cheek. Fancy Louis Nelson doing that; Yes, or any of the other boys. Absorbed in her thoughts, she did not see Arthur crossing the street until he had lifted his hat. Impulsively she stopped the car and smiled an invitation. “May I take you wherever you’re going?” “I’m not going,” he explained, climbing in beside her. “You don’t mean you are wandering our village streets with no destination?” “Exactly!” He gave her a direct look which shot to her heart. “I’m feeling restless today.” Diana found herself turning the car away from town toward a country road. An absurd little-girl shyness kept her'tongue-tied. “Does he mean,” she thought, “that he is restless on account of me?”

As they left the traffic of the town behind them, she said, “Please talk to me some more.” “About what?” "San Francisco, life—anything. You know so many interesting things.” “What a flatterer you are.” “I mean it,” she replied, seriously. “It fascinates me to hear you.” “All right, I shall take you at your word, and tell you about a charming, little, French inn in the Valley of the Moon, near the halfcompleted home of Jack London. Diana, listening to his deep, pleasant, voice, forgot Louis, and all her other troubles. She was delighted to find their relationship on a “nicer” basis than it had been the night before. There was no hint of love-making in his casual, friendly, tone. “Why the sigfi?” “You don’t miss a thing, do you?” “Not a melancholy signal like that. Have I been talking too much?” “Oh, it wasn’t that,” Diana explained, naively. “I was thinking how I’m going ,to hate to have you goaway.” His eyes twinkled. “Then I shan’t go, I’ll stay fever and ever to amuse the beautiful goddess, Diana.” “Do you like my name?”

room where two other couples were already taking advantage of Mrs. Williams’ “sitting room” privileges. “Will you go for a walk?” Eric asked quietly. Nancy agreed and started for hat and coat. “Better bring an umbrella, too,” he suggested. “It’s raining.” Outside with rain beating against them, she took his arm. “Are you all right, Eric?” “Absolutely.” “But your eye is bandaged,” she insisted, anixously. “Wasn’t it hurt?” “Bruised a little. That’s all. Nancy, Richard has told me what you tried to do last night.” “I was so excited,” she said, “I didn’t know myself what I was doing.” His hand slid down to hers. “All the nlbre incriminating, darling.” “Eric, I don’t want you to think “I don’t,” he said, calmly. “I know. You have never stopped loving me just Us I’ve never stopped loving you." , "But you said ” “My dear, we have both said a great many foolish, irrational things.

“Very much. 'Diana, the chaste, the fair.’ ... He smiled. “The lady was also a huntress.” Diana was radiant. This was the' sort of sentimental nonsense she understood and approached. He really was adorable. Fancy Louis. . . . The thought of Louis stopped the car. “Oh, >1 must go back.” “Anything wrong?” “Well, rather. I’m breaking a date with the most temperamental of my boy friends.” “No! I am at the point of tears to think I must be the innocent cause.” • She had turned the car and was rushing toward Marion’s. “Do you mind,” she begged with a deprecating little smile, “if I let you out at the corner?” “Not in the least. I’m awfully sorry. It seems," he added, gravely, “that I am always to be begging your pardon for something.” “You needn’t this time. All my own fault. And I wish you would come over again, soon.” “May I?” “Yes!” She left him standing bareheaded, as she drove away. “Oh, he is a gentleman,” she thought. Louis was* sulking on Marion’s front steps. Diana jumped from the car and ran up to the porch. “Sorry, old tiling. And I very late?” “Only an hour,” he replied, freezing^. "Have you been inside? Does Marion know you are here?” "I spent half an hour or so with Marion. But I preferred to remain outside.” “So you could wait for me or watch me?” “I didn’t have to watch you, Diana. One of the fellows told me you were out with Arthur Vane. And I Saw you letting him out at the comer just now.”

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Writes to State Donor; Asks How to Mate President Take It. “Oh! Please Mr. President, V e my farm too! Such is the burden of complaint of an lowa man, who has written to former State Senator Luke M. Duffy asking the method whereby Duffy transferred his farm to President Coolidge. Duffy deeded the farm to Coolidge, Mellon et al., so they would lean: what it means to be a farmer selling unprotected products in a highly protected market, he said. It contains 176 acres and is located near Winamac, Pulaski county. It also has a $3,500 mortgage. Interests, Taxes Grain The lowa letter is from J. A. DeCock, Davenport, and reads in part as follows: “I read an account of you giving a farm to President Coolidge and am writing for informatoin how this can be done, so as to oblige the President to accept and agree to pay the mortgage. “I have a problem of the same kind on my hands. I have a 160acre farm, which represents all my savings for more than twenty years. The interest on the mortgage has been increased at every turn and taxes have gained so that the income off the farm has now become inadequate to meet the payments. Minister Wants Farm “If I could jgive it away in such a manner as would relieve me from further obligation, I would certainly appreciate knowing how and where I can do it.” A Gary minister also has written Duffy regarding the transfer of the farm. He says he has always wanted to own one and if Coolidge doesn’t accept it to give it to him, minus the mortgage. Collegians Fight Fire Bu Timex Special HANOVER, Ind., Nov. I. Hanover College professors and students succeeded, with the help of rain, in subduing a fire in trees near the campus Monday.

I tried to make myself believe that the feeling we had was a temporary attractidn just as I refused to believe that you had changed your mind about mother. “But Chloris was right. She knfew we loved each other. And the kindest thing she ever did was to bring u to our senses. “And what about Richard?” she faltered. “Do you think Richard Adams would ever have been satisfied with second best?” The rain beat furiously, drawing them closer together. Eric’s face was shining. His head thrown back. As at first she pictured him on the deck of a rolling ship, head back to a fury of storm-dashed spray. Only now she stood beside him. Unafraid! And suddenly her heart burst into wild sweet singing. “I am wild, I will sing to the trees I will sing to the stars in the sky, I love, lam loved, he is mine. • Now, at last, I can die.” “I am Sandaled with wind and with flame, I have heart fire and singing to give, . I can tread on the grass or the stars. Now, at last, I can live.” * THE END. A

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“Yes, you would. Nothing I do ever seems to escape your eagle eye.” “I've about decided that nothing you do concerns me.” “That’s interesting. You almost make me sorry I didn’t finish my ride with Arthur.” Not until then did his furious resentment flame at her. “You might as well. What’s the idea, anyway? Do you like to see me wriggle? You loved me before Arthur Vane came. But for some reason I no longer interest you.” “That is not true,” Diana denied, but with averted eyes. “It is and you know it.” “We can’t discuss it here. Louis. Wait until I get a book. I’ll only be a moment.” “Moments have ceased to register with me,” Louis replied, kicking at the pile of half-smoked cigarets at his feet. “My dear, he’s furious!” whispered Marion, assisting in the search through the library. Diana shrugged. “Can I help it? I’ve a notion not to let him go with me at all.” The other girl watching her keenly. “Yon don’t care much about him any more.” “Why?” “You’re losing all the symptoms. Who is it now? Arthur Vane?” “For heaven’s sake, don’t even mention his name. Why he’s old enough to be my father.” “He is not.” “Poppycock,” Diana cried, with real irritation. “Give me a book—anything. I’ll have to go.” Marion smiled. “How’s ‘self Control, Its Kingship and Its Majesty?’” “That’s dandy.” She had no notion of what Marion had said. But when she reached the porch she found that Louis had disappeared. (To Be Continued)

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Fred Loucks, veteran policeman, 3120 Kenwood Ave., who died today as the result of injuries suffered several years ago in making an arrest.

FACE TRIAL FOR MURDER Pair Arrested in Chicago May Be Returned Here. Assurance that Marion County will be given custody of Arthur McClelland and Lawrence Ghere, charged with the murder of Wilkinson Haag, Indianapolis druggist, was given in a letter today to Chief Deputy Prosecutor Judson L. Stark from the office of Chicago’s State’s Attorney Robert Crowe. Chicago authorities were reluctant to turn the men over because it is believed Chicago has a strong case against them on an alleged jewelry robbery there. However, the letter said that if a conviction was not obtained Chicago authorities will aid in having the men returned to Marion County for trial. FIRE BLAMED ON~PRANK Halloween practical jokers were held responsible today for a fire which destroyed a vacant barn in the rear of the home of T. B. Palmer, 1316 Roache Ave., Monday night. Loss was estimated at SSOO. Firemen reported that the fire was of incendiary origin.

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FEAR TROOPS AND MINERS WILL CLASH Colorado Strikers Promise to Halt Picketing, but Other Strife Looms. MAY CALL OUT GUARD Every Legal Means Will Be Used, Declares Head of I. W. W. B” United Prctx DENVER, Nov. I.—Colorado awoke to a crispy November morning and found little coal In the bins, and no immediate prospects of settlement of the coal 6trlke which has tied up production in virtually every field in the state. Several thousand men remained idle as a (result of the strike, although some mines were operating with increased forces. The walkout entered its third week with a promise of I. W. W. leaders that picketing was at an end. Some observers believed this marked the end of the strike. Operators said the men would go to work as soon as picketing halted. Fears Not Quieted Others, not so optimistic, however, pointed out that the picketing issue might result in Governor Adams ordering in the national guard if the strikers continued to picket despite recommendations of I W. W. leaders. Mention of the national guard always arouses unpleasant memories in Colorado’s coal fields. Colonel Paul Newlon, AdjutantGeneral of the Colorado National Guard, told Roger Franzeson, head of tlfe strikers at Walsenburg, that evasion of the law prohibiting picketing would not be‘tolerated. Governor Adams told Franzeson virtually the same thing in a long distance telephone conversation. Interpretation of the picketing laws seemed likely to cause dissension. Fight Not Over “We have decided to stop picketing,” Franzeson told George M. Taylor, member of the State industrial commission, and Major Arthur L, Hart, of the national guard, at Walseburg, “but that does not mean we will be limited in freedom of travel on a public highway, or freedom of conversation with the men.” “The fight is not over,” Franzeson declared later. “We Intend to use every legal means to press our demands.” Halt Work by Violence Bu Timex Special LEXINGTON, Mo., Nov. I, Quiet prevailed in the coal fields of Ray and Lafayette counties today, following open violence Monday. Seven hundred regular union miners forcibly prevented 250 independent union workers from going to their work. Fist fights and clubbings resulted. The independent men work for $5 a day. The regular union men are on strike for $7.50. PUSH SALE OF SEALS First of Six Institutes In State Held At Lincoln. First of a series of six Christmas Seal Sale Institutes to be conducted In six Indiana cities was held yesterday at the Lincoln with representatives of thirty-nine counties present. Murray A. Auerbach, Indiana Tuberculosis Association executive sercretary, presided. Plans were made for sale of Christmas seals this year. Other meetings will be held at Ft. Wayne, Irene Byron Sanatorium, today; South Bend, LaSalle Hotel, Wednesday; Lafayette, Lahr Hotel, Thursday; Evansville, Y. W. C. A. building, Nov. 8, and New Albany, Nov. 9. i. _ BRAKE TESTS ORDERED State, Local Police) Sheriffs in Charge of Week’s Wotk. “How’s your brakes?” Mr. Motorist who does not know the answer to this question, will before week is over. Secretary of State Frederick E. Schortemeier has set aside this week for annaual brake tests. State and local police and sheriffs are conducting tests. Cars will be driven at twenty miles an hour and required to stop within thirty-five to thirty-seven feet. Those failing to pass will have to have brakes repaired at once. Four wheel brakes at twenty miles an hour stop a car within twenty-five feet if in good condition according to State Police Chief Robert T. Humes. HARNESS HORSES WANE Breeder Declares Type of Race Animal is Dying Out. Bu United Prctx FRENCH LICK, Ind., Nov. I. The breeding of harness race horses is dying out in America, according to William G. Berry of Manchester, N. H., a harness racing breeder of note, who is spending a vacation here. “The great stars of* the harness racing game soon will be a ma-ter' of history,” Berry declares, “and famous tracks soon will fall Into decay.” The game is dying, he sajs, because the man interested are dying and there are no Interested youths to take their places.