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CONCERNING THE ACTION AND CHARACTERS LILA LATHAM becomes the bride of HERBERT WARE, but the picture of an o!d sweetheart, CAPTAIN JACK FARQUAHAR, lurks in her mind. She confides her plight to her best friend, DOROTHY CAINE, an artists. A mysterious letter awaits Lila at Dorothy’s studio, and it brings back memories of the war to her. On returnng from her honeymoon, he is told that a communication from the War Department is awaiting her. In a flash, she is back in the past. Memories of her first meeting with Captain Farquahar, when she was doing war work, come to her. She sees again the scene in a little French inn—a dinner to celebrate her. .marriage on the morrow to Jack—then orders, that very night, sending his regiment to the front at opce. There is no wedding, but, before Jack’s brother officers, Lila promises him that she will wait for him—that they will be married when he returns, no matter what time intervenes. Jack leaves and, three days later, is repcrted missing. But he is not officially reported dead until five years latter. It is only then that Lila feels herself free to marry Herbert. The letter from the War Department tells her that Jack’s insurance is to be paid to her as his fiancee. Later, Herbert sees Lila being interviewed by a man who has called in regard to the insurance. She tells him the man is a suitor of Dorothy’s and that she is urging him to cease his unwelcome attentions. Herbert’s unsympathetic attitude—for he is jealous of Lila’s friendship with Dorothy—almost causes a quarrel. To make amends, he buys her a bracelet and puts it in her jewel-case, as a surprise. There he sees a ring—a diamond circlet that looks like a wed-ding-ring. He asks for an explanation, and she says the ring belongs to a friend, MRS, VARNEY. CHAPTER XII TRACKED! Terrified by the knowledge that that pest of a Jackson was even now on her threshold, that he had discovered her masquerade, Lila had yielded to an overpowering feeling of resentment against Herbert. He had never seen her angy before, and she rather awed him in her white fury. “Don’t be insulting, Herbert!” she said Under her breath, flashing him a furious glance. To the butler, with his, it seemed to her, supercilious smirk, she directed sharply: “Show Mr. Jackson into the drawing room.” When the man had bowed and gne to do her bidding, she turned again to the fairly gaping Herbert: “Please do me the favor of going Into the library until I have settled with this —creature,” she said icily. “It’s your own fault that he is here to annoy me. If you’d let me attend to him this morning, as I’d arranged—” Herber clutched her arm tightly. “Swear to me, Lila, that you’re not in love with him.” She flung him a glance of contemptuous amusement. “You saw him, didn’t you, at Dorothy’s? Doesn’t that answer your question? If not, I swear!” He let her go, at that, and she went into the drawing room. The butler, the beautiful room, Lila in a stunning gown, with pearls about her throat and jewels glittering on her white arms, deeply impressed Mr. Jackson. He explained humbly: “Sorry to bother you again, Miss, but I’d like to get this business over with. I couldn’t keep that date with you this morning, but I went up to your place around 6 o’clock. Nobody was home, but the girl at the switchboard told me I’d likely find Miss Latham here—and here I am!” he ended lamely. 000 LILA was thinking quickly, now that her first panic had subsided. It was not a perilous situation, after all.- He did not know that she was Mrs. Ware or that this was her home. She stood at the drawing room door, very cool and lovely and haughty, one hand suggestively on the knob. She hadn’t asked Jackson to be seated. “I am dining here,” she said crisply, “so it is impossible for me to talk to you now. Please see me at the studio in the morning—and I should be very grateful, if you would not break any more engagements with me. I, too, am anxious to have the matter settled.”

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“Hello, Lone Eagle! Tony called cheerfully to the tall, lank, overalled young man who was doing something to the propeller of his plane. “*Lo, Pest!” Sandy Ross retorted, tossing back the straw-colored forelock that was always getting into his bronze-and-green speckled eyes. A grin of welcome was his only expression of pleasure at seeing her after her two months’ absence in Canada. “I want a lesson,” Tony told him. Without a word, for Sandy was laconic to the most extreme degree, the young aviator took his place in the front seat of the plane and motioned Tony to take hers in the pilot’s seat. She had come dressed for this, her sixth lesson as a pilot in a softleather outfit of jacket and breeches, much like a “Deerslayer” costume, but eminently practical and without ornamentation. Half an hour later the plane taxied along the landing field and Tony received Sandy’s grudging grunt of praise. ‘‘You’ll let me do a solo flight soon, won’t you, Sandy?” she pleaded, as the two strolled across the field toward her jade green roadster. “Umm!” Sandy did not commit himself. Then he gave her a sidelong grin that made his long, tanned face oddly attractive. "Good time?” "Swell, but I missed you,” Tony returned his grin with comradely fondness. "Nobody to talk things over with. Funny, Sandy, but I don’t confide in other girls, except Crystal. ‘‘Of course she gets awfully excited and thrilled and talks a lot, but—nobody like Sandy, you old grinner and grunter!” “Cats!/’ Sandy dismissed girl confidantes as he climbed into

She rang for the butler. “She Mr. Jackson out, Siddons,” she directed serenely. “Good evening, Mr. Jackson!” Jackson, completely overawed, departed in the wake of the butler. Lila opened the library door. Herbert was standing by the fire, frowning, but he said nothing when Lila called gaily: “Ready, darling! I made short work of the pest.” He was ominously quiet in the car as they drove to the Forsythe party, but Lila was too preoccupied with her own thoughts to notice it. She was thinking of the expression of the butler as he bowed them out to the car. She didn’t like the man; Herbert had engaged him, of course, and was satisfied with his work. But he struck Lila as being too suave, too sleek, too knowing. She was uncomfortably conscious now of his slyly curious glance at her as she left the house with Herbert. What could that tiresome Mr. Jackson have said to him? Os course, she thought, the very fact that he had asked for “Miss Latham” must have surprised, the correct Siddons; but that again was understandable, for she still received letters and parcels addressed to “Miss Lila Latham,” most of them forwarded from her father’s home. There should be nothing extraordinary about some person of Jackson’s class inquiring for her as Miss Latham. 000 AND yet that look of Siddons. Herbert spoke heavily: “And now, Lila, suppose you explain about that ring.

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This is the last chapter of “The Presidential Parade’’ scries, reviewing poliItics of other days. BY RODNEY DUTCHER NEA Service Writer

(Copyright. 1928. by NEA Service, Inc.) ASHINGTON, Oct. 30.—The presidential year 1924 is famous in political history for the bitter battle of Madison Square Garden, the unprecedented third party protest vote by La Follette and the overwhelming indorsement by the people of Calvin Coolidge and Prosperity. It was remarkable for the fact that the voters, provided with evidence of the most wicked administrative scandals in recent years, saw no use in punishing the Republican party for the corrupt acts of a few of its discredited leaders.

If President Harding had been renominated he doubtless would have been defeated, for it was Harding’s most intimate friends who betrayed his trust and the country’s. It is supposed that Harding, shortly before he died, realized the perfldity of his friends. Calvin Coolidge, however, bore no taint, and the country was riding on a high tide of prosperity late in 1923. Coolidge was easily and enthusiastically renominated. Senator Hiram Johnson had entered the field, but Coolidge swamped him in the primaries, even in California. The Cleveland convention was peaceful.

The senatorial Old Guard finally picked Charles G. Dawes to run with Coolidge, after Frank O. Lowden had been nominated and refused to accept. Democrats In Bitter War The Madison Square Garden convention in New York was the hottest, longest, wildest and bitterest of all Democratic conventions. William Gibbs McAdoo, a strong progressive with a strong record as secretary of the treasury and director of the railroads during the war, had long before started after the nomination. „ In the east Governor A1 Smith of New York was being groomed to stop McAdoo. Suddenly McAdoo’s campaign for pure politics and against the corrupt interests was robbed of much

Tony’s car and took the wheel as a matter of course. "Dinner with Mom?” "Sure!” Tony accepted the implied invitation happily. “I’m starved for real grub. Let’s drive. I want to see the woods again before the frost, then again after the leaves have turned red and gold. Love woods,” she grinned, mimicking Sandy’s telegraphic way of talking.. They hardly spoke again until Sandy killed the engine in the lane that they had come, wordlessly, to think of as their lane. “Engaged?” he asked, with extreme casualness. "No. Four offers, but Tony wasn’t having any, thanks. Oh, Sandy, I’m afraid I’m getting sick of men—at my age! Don’t you think I know when I’m ridiculous? .. . But I mean it. “Maybe if the technique varied a little, but here’s the way it goes: ‘Mr. So-and-So, this is Miss Tarver, better, known as Tony and T. N. T. This is Jimmy, or Joe or ‘Slick’ or ‘Handsome’ or ‘Happy’ or whatever the poor goof’s name or nickname is. Those awful nicknames, Sandy! "Then the young brute looks deep into my eyes, gives an exaggerated imitation of a drowning man, calls be my by first name, and proceeds on the theory that a twelve-hour acquaintance gives him all the privileges of an'accepted suitor. Bah! You can grin if you want to.” But Sandy wasn’t grinning, “Chuck it!” he advised succintly. “But that’s just it, Sandy—l can’t!” Tony wailed. "Life would be- flatter than the dregs of last night’s ginger ale if men didn’t like me. I rage about their technique, but—l guess I’m as guilty as they are.” (To Be Continued)

She laughed shrilly, her nerves tense. “Haven’t you forgotten that yet?” “No. Neither do I intend to,” answered Herbert deliberately. “If you refuse to tell me, I’ll ask Mrs. Varney. She is going to be at the Forsythe party tonight—Jack Varney told me so himself today.” “Why,” thought Lila desperately, '“did I have to pick May Varney of all people? There are others in our crowd with husbands named Jack.” But, all this time, even during her interview with Mr. Jackson, Lila's subconscious mind had been working on the ring story. An inspiration suddenly popped out, fullfledged. “Since you make me break faith, Herbert,” she said, with dignity, “I’ll tell you why I have May’s ring. She—she lost to me at bridge and she had no money. I told her it was quite all right, but she said that I must keep the ring until she gets her next month’s allowance. I felt terrible about it, and, of course, I was so afraid of losing it that I put it in the secret compartment ” Herbert’s arms were around her, his lips against her hair. “My darling, forgive me! I’ve been a brute,” he whispered. Lila forgave him, sighing with relief. She sank back in his arms and smiled to herself. The evening had been a great strain on her. “If I ever get out of this mess. I’ll never tell an untruth again as long as I live!” she vowed. A little later she thought: “I hope to Heaven May Varney isn’t wearing her wedding ring tonight!” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1928, Metropolitan Newspaper Service. New York)

of its steam. E. L. Doheny testified before the Walsh investigating committee that he had hired McAdoo for a yearly $50,000 retainer for five years after he left the Wilson cabinet. Killed by Doheny News The Democrats could hardly nominate Doheny’s high-priced lawyer in a campaign with administrative corruption as the big issue, even though McAdoo had not been connected with any dishonest transaction. The Doheny retainer really killed him. The galleries were packed to holler “Oil! Oil! Oil!” at McAdoo whenever given the word and to provide an hour’s claque demonstration for Smith, but the climax came and the cops were called when a resolution was introduced denouncing the Ku-Klux Klan by name. Again Bryan took the platform before a howling, cursing mob of eastern politicians. He opposed the resolution and again he told them that the issue was not religion, but Wall Street and the trusts vs. the people. The convention was in no mood to heed him. The resolution was voted upon and beaten by a single vote, 542 to 541. There were 103 ballots cast and McAdoo led on 93. On the thirtieth McAdoo was down to 415 and Smith up to 323. Smith offered to withdraw if McAdoo would. He wouldn’t. McAdoo told Senator Underwood of Alabama that he would make him the nominee if he could get two southern states beside his own. Underwood asked for twenty-four hours to get' them and failed. Bogged in religious hatred, the convention staggered on for sixteen days, breaking all records in a terrific heat. The vote for a choice was 732. Neither McAdoo nor Smith ever had a majority. John W. Davis Named The convention swung to John W. Davis, an estimable gentleman removed from party squabbles, with no blemishes and yet no popular appeal. He won on the 103d ballot. Leaders then offered the vice presidential nomination to Walsh, Meredith, Newton D. Baker and others, to conciliate the McAdoo faction. When those men refused, they nominated Governor Charles W. Bryan of Nebraska. Disgusted at the two "Wall Street” candidates, progressives met at Cleveland in national convention to nominate Senator Robert M. La Follette of Wisconsin and Senator Burton K. Wheeler of Montana, a Republican and a Democrat. The vote, popular and electoral: Coolidge 15,725,000 382 Davis 8.386,000 136 La Follette 4,823,000 13 If the old progressivism of the Roosevelt, Bryan, and Wilson days figured at all, it took bad lickings both in June and November. (The End)

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