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THI. R*s HWSID T * •- rtf t lONXL BARROWS. *<-- r of U - .rC- of RFRNICK BRADFORD. * Or* 7 -o rfoix*. And ]lttl<! ..... -- K tr fli be '"r rr - ? Tilth • xrl*m*" t. BaTOx x n <V-,,rg.ri xllh poisoning # Ish* and buUPi' woman. m -r. . n- .o', rPr Ft-xd-foro i?s so .ro dd t. lr nd. At <S. tv.r* ;gv. sh* r.firy o *• i o; 80-r00... O* p- •: d*ril-ig of smart sor:*t- . er.c a married ms*. f' ir-gf .a- af!orc*d Vo'v tr- big riiane )do om< rei trtl i . ■ ifftpao r.o r'.arr> a boo nam.c JACK WELLS whom he lores devotedlj But ah has rjrean-,- ~-o o' reir.p ar a.thore* . or a playwright, perhaps. She 1' a r aj.obilious gr. ano c> r •■ o beautiful beside; During this '.rial rhe bao ar.;>- t a S'OC I**l f local lame. * now i.o on wnn the stort CHAPTFR X ffi fT'HROUGH the long night the I reporters ? ailed in the courtroom. The; sent out for food, but, Molly was too excited to eat. As it ere-*- late the other.* slept, dropping their heads on their arms across the pre>.s table. While they rested Molly vTotc sheet after sheet of copy. Damn found her bright-eyed and feverish. She could scarcely remember when she had eaten. But when messengers arrived with •teaming coffee and toast, she wontiered hove the rest could eat. In the jail across the street, sat tt man in agony, awaiting the verdict of the jury. By their word he lived or died. And in the courthouse those twelve men haggled the long night through. Some seeking to convict and others to free. Molly had written two stories. One to be used if Burrows was found guilty. And the other if he was acquitted. The first one began with two lines from "The Ballad of Reading Goal"— "The man had killed the thing he loved, And so he had to die.” . . , Then, thinking of how th* reporters had watched the accused, lynx-eyed, for fifteen days, she quoted again: “So with curious eyes and sick surmise. We watched him day by day. And wondered if each one of as Would end the self-same way, For none can tell to what red Hell His sightless soul may stray.” She wrote of Bernice Bradford, and described her in poet's terms—“the poor dead woman whom he loved, and murdered in her bed.” It was a good ste-y, and Molly was proud of it. The other she had written rather carelessly, since the consensus of opinion was that Barrows was undeniably guilty. Betting around the press table was 5 to 3 that he w ould be coni lcted. At 10 o’clock they brought the prisoner in. He walked slowly to his cage, a guard on either side. Hsi lace looked like a death mask, rnci his long dark lashes swept his ashen cheeks. He seemed like a murderer going to the hangman’s i noose. And Holly shivered as he passed. "Gentlemen of the jury, have you reached a decision?" The foreman stood. "We have, ! your honor." A guard in blue, with b’’ats but- | tons on his uniform, pulled the ‘ prisoner to his feet. a ft ft MOTiT V i as praying silently. She believed the man anility, but because a woman's heart is made i of pity, rather than of justice, she, began, weakly, to p r av. "Oh. God. don't lei him be guilty. Please. God., don't Ift him be guilty." The foreman of the jury squared his shoulders. "Not guilty, your i honor." The prisoner closed his eyes, shiv-

THE NEW Saint-Sinner ByJlnneJlustin

It Tas 10 o'clock of that December Saturday morning when Sandy Kop.v plane, the unromantically named Number One. swooped down an invisible runway and taxied to a perfect landing on Stanton’s aviation field. But the tired wings were almost lifted again by the great gust of joy which issued from 20.000 cheering throats. "Oh. Cry?! I can’t stand it! I'm too happy to live!” Tony Tarver rried. stretching her arms upward to heaven in an unconsciously magnificent gesture of thansgiving. ’Lets give them a minute.” Colin Grant suggested, "then it's up to u to get an interview. Since you're Tony's chum, Sandy ought to loosen up with you. if w ith no one else. . . . Look! There's our story! She’s in his arms —and listen to the cheering! Tills mob’s going wild. Probably no other engagement was ever announced quite so publicly. ’ •’They don’t even know the mob exists." Crystal said, as she and Colin began to elbow their way through the shouting, pressing, delirious throngs. They won through somehow, with the aid of press badges and the unexpected strength in Colin's long arms. But a reporter from their rival, the Morning Star, had beaten them to it. Sandy Ross, with his arm about Tony's shoulders, faced the newspaper man with possibly the only real fear he had known since he had taken off on his sensational flight. For Sandy hated publicity only a little less than he hated being turned into a hero. • Nothing to say." he protested, almost sulikly. ‘ I’m back. That's all. Nothing happened. Just flew.' The reporter chuckled conciliatinglv. "God knows that's enough. Mr Ross. But how did you leave Bill Purvis? Won't you describe the meeting between mother and son?" “Please. Sandy." Tony whispered. ‘Everybody's so terribly interested —” “Nothing to tell.” Sandy grinned at her. ’’He knew his mother. Glad to see her. Doctor says he mayget well. . . . Now. that's all. I ’ got important business to attend to —” “But here's the mayor and his reception committee,” the reporter protested. "The idea is for you to b* escorted to city hall, where the

*>red convulsively, and slipped, like a woman, to the floor. There was a gre? commotion at the press table. Reporter* dashed madly for the telephones in the corridor. Messenger boys ran from the room. And then in the midst, of all the confusion. Moll’ fainted. Quietly—- ■ falling to the floor. Ln a still heap like the defendant. They threw cold water on her and made her drink coffee that was cold and bitter. And when they had relived her. they laughed at her. bpcause reporters are not supposed to be emotional, and should be hardboiled. On the courthouse steps Molly bought a paper. Her story led the sheet, and aenv-s the top was a flaming banner line that exhorted th° public, in scarlet typp, to "Read Molly Burnham's Heart Throbs.” Her picture was there. And there were pictures, too. of Bernice Bradford and Lionel Barrows. The week was up, and Molly, one evening, was reading James Joyce's I "Ulysses.” Everything she read these days was carefully chosen. Books that dealt with naked emoj lions she read avidly, having dej cided to begin work soon on her i own novel. The novel that was to ; portray the Soul of a Woman. She could see. like a creature of flame, the girl she must imprison i between the covers of her book. A ' girl like Bernice Bradford, with a red mouth made for kisses. A girl j with white, twining hands. And a i slim body fashioned for Jove and j pain. * * a ULYSSES slid to the floor, as Molly began to plot her tale. I Tne giH’s name should be MagdaIlene. and she .should die for love. A gorgeous, sinning siren, kneeling before the high white altar of a pure passion. . . , Suddenly, maddeningly—the doorbell rang. - “Yes?” Molly addressed herself coldly through the mouthpiece. Whoever it was, he could not come up. "Molly? Hey. Molly, it's Red Flynn." "Yes—well, you cant come in, Red." she told him. "I'm all ready for bed." Red was unimpressed. “Now listen, dear.” he countered. “I’m ! not going to have a long distance ; argument, you know. I've somc- | thing to tell you. And I'll wait just : sue minutes. Ts you don't let me in j then. I'll go open mi- heart to Grade j Burns." I Grade Burns was sob sister on a rival sheet, and not a particularly | good friend of Molly’s. J "What's it about?” she parried, j “I’m dreadfully tired. Red." “Its about Bernice Bradford.” he | informed her. “And Grade'll get a i big kick out of it.” Molly gasped. And. gasping, | pressed the button. She met him in the hall, apologizing. "Please forgive me. Red. I wasn't really ready for bed. you see. T was only tearing my hair, trying to think of a plot. I felt sort of inspired. and exactly as though I was about to give birth to a perfect!}’ wonderful idea.” He grinned engagingly. “You’re j s. very rude girl.” he told her. “And, besides, you tell lies. I should punish you by using your telephone to make a date with Grade. I should tell Grade all I know, and collab- | orate with her on a crime play based on my newly acquired information about the late lamented Miss Bradi ford.” "Red!” shr threatened. “Don’t veil dare. Here —sit down. Have a I cfgaret,? Ha-e a piece of pie? I’ve i some cold chicken in the ice box.”

mayor will present, you with a key to the city—” ‘‘Don’t need it,” Sandy grinned. "Come on, Tony. Got your car?” ‘Of course!” she exulted. Then she saw Crystal and Colin. Her brilliant blue eyes darted from the mans face to her chum's, then suddenly she stood on tiptoe and whispered to Sandy. His grin widened, and he nodded. "Room for the four ot us in my car!” Tony cried. “Let s make a dash for it- It's not far. Hurry!” Coiin. beside Crystal in the rum-, ble seat, leaned forward and touched Sandy on the shoulder. “I take it that your important business is at City Hall, but not with the mayor?” “Right!” Sandy agreed, his eyes upon Tony’s lovely-profile. "Then we’ll make it double, w on't we. Crystal?” Colin shouted, hugging the girl close in sublime disregard of the hundreds of rejoicers who had to scurry out of the car's path. “Guess I can grab a phone at the license bureau to break the news to The Press, and then—on our way. Crystal.” “On our way.” Crystal repeated, her voice breaking on a sob of pure joy. THE END

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"Now you're talking.” he approved "Well, trot out your chicken, dear. And put some coffee on like a good * irl ” ... O" “And you'll tell me everything? she bargained. “Everything.” he promised. Molly plugged in the percolator and cut bread for the electric toaster. The little roast chicken looked tempting, and the big apple pie. Red lit a cigaret. and while they waited for the coffee to boil began his story. a a a THERES a boy." he said, “named Perry Ingersol. a junior at the university. Perry got very, very drunk tonight, and talked Iris'head off. I’ve parked him now in my little bed. with Slim Boynton, to see that he doesn't wander off. Because, just between you and me, Molly, I don't know what we'd bettier do with the kid.” "Did he know Bernice Bradford?” she interrupted eagerly. "Did he know her?" repeated Red dramatically. "Dear woman, he was ! going to marry her!” "Red! He wasn't!” “I’ve seen the marriage license.” "But why didn't someone find out before? A marriage license! Why, it must have been taken out in her name.’ "It was," he interrupted, dryly. "Only her name wasn't Bradford. Our fair Bernice had been married before. Her husband, since dead, was a man named Bones. Nice, romantic name—Bones. And Ber- ! nice's first name was Mary. Everyone always called her Bernice. It ! was her middle name. Naturally : the clerks at the register’s office : never connected Mary Bones, \yidow’, with the deceased Bernice Bradford." "My heavens! Did the Ingersoll boy know about Barrows?” Red nodded. Yeap. But he was in love with her just the same. Can you beat that, Molly? Here's a guy—a handsome kid. too—proud old family, and iffl shat. sort of thing—and he goes off his nut about a woman old enough to be his mother.” "Bernice was 34." Molly reminded him. “Well, anyhow " pursued Red. “this kid fell head over heels in love with her. Used to w-rite poetry and all that qiush.” "How do you know ?" “Ain't I telling you? He told me." Red looked hurt. "Here I : am. spilling a story that hasn't a beat this side of the Rue morgue, and you throw questions at me like a blooming prosecutor.” "Go on.” she besought. “I won't say another word. Start at the beginning. Red. Where did you meet this Great. Lover?” “Up on Beacon Hill. In one of those so-called Bohemian dives. The kid was crying like a fool. He looked like a decent sort and he was alone. Slim and I were sitting opposite him, and you know Slim's big heart.” "I know yours." interrupted Molly. “No, it was Slim's,” he insisted, "Slim says. ’There's a poor son of a gun making a fool of himself over some woman, most likely. What do you say, Red, if we take him for a walk?’ “Well, the proprietor was all set to kick him out. so it looked like a good idea. Ju,st a coupla nice boy scouts —me and Slim. We got him between us, and we walked down the Hill. And pretty soon he stopped his crying, and he began to babble. Kept, talking about ‘Bernice.’ Naturally Slim and I perked up our ears. “I gave Slim the high sign, and we began to propel our fine young lad over to my room. He'd begun to sober off a little by the time we reached there. Not much, but enough so he was half rational. Then he got a talking jag. Nothing would do hut, he must talk.” “And of all the people he picked to talk to!” breathed Molly. “Now, see here.” protested Red, "that's no way to talk. We’ve been dam white to that kid, me and Slim. We’ve fed him black coffee and aspirin. And Slim's there, watching over him like a, guardian angel, until such time,” amended Red honestly, “as we decide what we re going to do with him.” (To Be Continued.) FISH SWIMS 140 MILES Trout Tagged in Michigan Caught SKiy Bays Later in Wisconsin. Bu J tv'fed rrefn MANISTEE. Mich., July 20—A rainbow trout, twenty-five inches long, tagged on April 24. 1929, and released near here by the conservation department, has been captured by a Kenoska, Wis.. fisherman. The fish, in the sixty days, had traveled at least 140 miles, if it crossed te lake in a straight line and nearer 500 if it followed the shore line. Ends High School Course at 53. Bu t nitrd Prrn* COLUMBUS. 0., July 20—J. C. Byers. 53, pastor of a United Brethren church at Etna, 0., was among the graduates to receive diplomas at a high school here. Before entering high school three years ago, Byers had taught in a number of schools in the state.

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