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lifted him in her arms, and laid her cheek against the cat’s soft fur. “Nice kitty,” she crooned. “Nice, nice kitty.” The cat snuggled contentedly, and continued to purr his happiness, rubbing his head lovingly against her. “Love me. kitty,” coaxed Molly. “Love me. Don't go away.” But in a moment she saw that the cat’s love was strictly practical, with an eye toward the morning’s milk. Cook set a saucer on the floor, and the fickle animal leaped from Molly’s arms, to rub against her legs, and purr his lovely song to her. "Cats,” observed the cook cynically, “are like men. Always looking for something when they’re affectionate.” Molly prepared a tray, and set it with her prettiest china. Shq and Rita would have a real party. Strawberries with clotted cream. And milk in the pigeons’ blood goblets that Rita admired so much. Cook’s hot muffins, and the beautiful omelet. Rita clapped her hands happily, when Natsu placed the tray beside her bed. “If daddy was here, wouldn’t it be fun!” she cried. "But don’t we have lovely times together—just you and I?” asked Molly wistfully. The child nodded above her big red goblet. “Beautiful,” she said solemnly. n a b AFTER breakfast, Molly decided that it be would wisest to send for Bob, and get. it over with. Accordingly, she telephoned him, and asked him if he would come at once to see her. In twenty minutes a taxi stopped in front of the house. Molly knew' it was Bob, before the door opened. He was always so hatefully punctual! She sent Rita to meet him, remaining in her sitting room. She had instructed Natsu that she would receive him there. In fifteen minutes Natsu was to announce another caller. Molly felt sure that she could not possibly sur.wive more than fifteen minutes. She sat in a straight-backed chair, and tried to compose herself for the ordeal. She was rehearsing what she might say, when Natsu announced Bob. He greeted her coolly, scarcely waiting until the butler had left the room. “So, you’ve returned?” “Obviously,” she retorted. “Sit down, please. I want to talk to you.” He seated himself stiffly. • Have you seen the papers?” he inquired unpleasantly. “What do you do. Molly—have your pictures on file in every newspaper office in the country? I declare, I believe you’ve a front page complex.” “Who started this thing?” she demanded furiously. “You gave me your word of honor that no one should hear of our trial engagement. You know perfectly well my lips were sealed. I warned you of this very thing. It is all your fault. Yours i” “Exactly.” he agreed. “I suppose I gave thirty-two posed photographs to the press, and submitted another dozen of my innocent daughter.” “Your ‘innocent daughter’!” she cried. “If I ever hear that expression again. .. !” Bob silenced her with an upraised hand. “Let’s not quarrel,” he begged, “I’m fearfully done up.” “I didn't mean what you mean!” he exclaimed. “If he hadn’t hit me without warning. . . .” ‘Til ask him to write you a letter next time.” she injected drily. “Well, Bob, I suppose we're agreed that the engagement is all off now.” He wiped his dry lips with his handkerchief nervc’isly. “Not at all. I’m quite ready to go through with the marriage at any time.” “You are! Well, I’m not.” “Why not?” he demanded. “And you ask me that!” she marveled. “But I don’t see . . . just because I was a trifle indiscreet ... it wasn’t mv fault, was it, that your newspaper friends saw fit to make a public exihibition of our private affairs?” Molly sighed wearily. “Don’t talk about it,” she besought. “I've had more than I can stand already.” # “IVyf AY I come in. mama?” IVL Rita, at the door, raised her childish voice pleadingly. “I want to show you ’n’ daddy my bunny.” “Not now, dear” Molly told her. “Run alone like a good little girl. Ask Marie'to take you to the park, and tell her she may buy you a balloon.” „ . -Let her come in.” instructed Bob gruffly. “The child’s old enough to speak for herself.” “Oh, Bob. she isn't!” Molly laid her hand restrainingly on his'arm. But he had risen to his feet, and was striding toward the door. He threw her hand aside impatiently. • “Come in, Rita. D3ddy wants

y° u ’ She stood in the doorway, with her stuffed bunny hugged to her piualore. like a quaint child on a magazine cover. ‘His name's Cherie." she said. “Marie named him. Don't you think it's a pretty name?" • A beautiful name.” agreed Bob politely. ‘ Come here. Rita. Daddy wants to ask you something.” •Don't, Bob!” begged Molly. “Don't! It's cruel. You mustn't. But Bob had stooped, and lifted her into his arms. He kissed her gently. . .. „ • Mama doesn't love your daddy, he told her. “and so daddy must go away and take his little girl with him.” His voice was very grave and sad. Rita looked from one to the other. Molly had begun, softly, to cry. The child's eyes grew big and frightened “Mama!” she cried. And. slipping from her father’s arms, she ran to Molly, and threw her ams about her. Well go away, dear," Bob was saying, “because mama wants us to, Rita and daddy together.”

j The child cowered in Molly’s arms, clinging and crying. I I’ll be good!” she promised. “I’ll I be good! ” “Oh. sweetheart, it isn’t that,” cried Molly. “Daddy wants t Q take you away, darling. He's going to break both our hearts. But you’ll feel better by and by, because you’re only a little girl. And little girls always feel better by and by.” “I don't want to go,” protested the child. "Don’t make me daddy.” Do you want to stay here, and let me go away all alone?” questioned Bob gravely. “Do you want your poor daddy to go where nobody loves him, without his little girl to keep his company?” Rita buried her head on Molly’s shoulder. She was sobbing unrestrainedly. and her breath came in great, heart-wrenching gasps. “Don’t you torment the child!” commanded Molly, raising her tearstained face from Rita’s curls. “I never heard of such a cruel thing in my life!” “But she has to make up her mind,” insisted Bob stubbornly. “Come now. Rita, stop your crying, dear, and be a brave girl. Tell daddy if you want him to go away all alone, and leave you here.”

“wto. No,” wailed the child pit--I\| eously. “No, daddy.” “You see?” He faced Molly triumphantly. “Blood is stronger than water.” Then suddenly his manner changed. “My God, Molly, can’t we fix things up This is horrible.” “Dreadful!” She shuddered. “Poor baby. There, Rita. Don’t cry, sweetheart. Daddy isn’t going to talk that way any more.” Bob patted his daughter’s tousled hair. His eyes were wet, and his voice unsteady. “There, there,” he soothed. “It’s all right, Rita. Daddy’s not going to hurt his baby. Everything’s going to be all right. He averted his gaze from Molly’s. “Were not in any shape to go over this now',’’ he said. “I’ll get in touch with you by and by. You w'on’t mind if I phone for an appointment later? Will you come to the door with daddy, Rita? Poor little girl. I’m sorry I made you cry.” He took her in his arms. “Goodby, Molly. It’s a ghastly mess. I’m sorrier that I can say. But there must be some way out. I want to do the right thing. You believe that, I hope?” She nodded miserably. “Yes, Bob. Your technique’s tough, that’s all.” She smiled through her tears. “You and I, both—we’ve a perfect genius for doing the wrong thing.” “It will come out all right,” he insisted. “It’s just that I love you, Molly, and you don’t give a darn about me. Love’s like ail illness. People get over it—only, instead of feeling better, one feels worse.” “I couldn’t feel any w'orse myself,” she told him. “I don’t see how you could either. Whatever happens. Bob, I reckon we’ve go to start feeling better pretty quick.” When he had gone. Molly went to her room to repair the ravages of her latest conflict. To please Rita, she changed her dark dress for a negligee of hyacinth crepe. They would spend the day in the house. That would be safest. It would be impossible to avoid reporters and photographers, if they should go out together. The negligee, worn as a special favor to Rita, w-as a lovely thing, with a train that hung from Molly’s shoulders and trailed the carpet, like the royal robe of a princess in a fain’ tale. The flowing sleeves were weichted wit h ostrich feathers the color of Chinese vermilion. Her little slippers were orange. When Rita was smaller. Molly used to read her a poem called “The Hushaby Lady from Rockaby Street.” Now' Rita, when Molly wore her hyacinth negligee, called her The Hushaby Lady Molly thought the name was charming, and wore her lovely robe frequently for the very joy of hearing Rita cry, “Oh. see the Hushaby Lady!” She changed leisurely, and then went to the nursery. Marie was sitting by the window, sewing. “Where’s Rita,?” she asked. Marie sprang to her feet. “Why, I thought she was with you. Miss Burnham. Natsu told me Mr. Newton was here, and that Rita

was with you.” “But Mr. Newton has been gone half an hour. Where's Natsu?” Molly rushed into the hall. “Natsu! Natsu! Have you seen Rita?” The butler’s yellow skin grew pale. “She left the house, my lady, with her father. I supposed you knew.” “Oh. my God! Get Mr. Flynn on ' the phone immediately. And call a taxi for me.” Molly was tearing at the fastenings on her hyacinth gown. Before the butler had Red on the line, she had changed into street clothes. She snatched the telephone from Natsu’s ! hands. "Red. Bob's taken Rita away with him! Half an hour ago. No. I don't know where he’s gone. No. No. I tell you' I don’t know anything about it. I've iust missed her. I thought she was with Marie. Oh, what shall I do? Yes. Yes. I am calm." She hung up the receiver. ‘•Mr. Flynn says I must be cairn. Natsu." she told him. “Calm.” She laughed hysterically. "Don’t. Miss Burnham!” cried Marie. “You rnusfnt take on that way!”

CHAPTER XLVIII RED had promised to come immediately. Molly paced up and down the hall, wringing her hands. Sometimes she pressed her fingers to her lips, to stifle the screams that were in her throat. “Oh God.” she prayed, “don't let him keep Rita. Please don't let him keep her.” When the bell rang, she rushed past Natsu, to open the door herself. To her utter amazement, it was not Red—but Jack—whom she admitted. “I*ve read Ashes of Desire,” he announced surprisingly. And, stepping in, he closed the door behind him.

“You’ve what?” she cried. “Read Ashes of Desire,” he repeated patiently. “Your book. I never read it before, Molly.” She stared at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she told him foolishly. “Rita’s gone, Jack. Bob’s taken her away. What shall I do?” “Rita?” he repeated. “I didn’t come to talk about Rita.” Natsu and Marie had disappeared, and the two w T ere alone. Simply, as though he had done it only yesterdaf, Jack put out his arms. And straightway, like a child, Molly nestled in their circle. “Dearest!” He held her closely, as though he could never let her go. “I don’t understand,” she murmured. “Did Red send you? Do you know about Rita?” He shook his head. “No, darling. I went back to New York, when I learned you had left town. I didn’t ever want to see you, nor hear of you again. Red Flynn had sent me Ashes of Desire. I never meant to read it. I meant to return it to him. But last night—oh, Molly, it was an awful night! It poured and poured, and the wind howled. I tried to get you out of my mind. I didn’t want to think about you. I darn near went crazy, trying to forget you. Then I picked up Your book, and I glanced through it. “My Lord; Molly, I hadn’t read a dozen pages, when I realized! You wrote that book for me, didn’t you?” B B B HE raised her head from his shoulder, and putting his fingers beneath her chin, tilted her head back, so that he might see her eyes. “Tell me, dearest! Tell me you wrote it for me.” “Os course I wrote it for you, Ja “And those fool reporters thought It was for Bob Newton!” He laughed shortly. “I don’t understand, sweetheart. You weren’t really engaged to Bob, were you? “Yes,” she admitted. “I mean no. That is . . . oh, Jack, he’s taken Rita.” “I don’t understand,” he repeated. “Neither do I,” she confessed. “It’s awfully mixed up, isn’t it? I love you Jack.” “Oh, darling, I know you do. It’s the most wonderful thing in the world. And. Molly. I never stopped loving you, sweetheart.” “But you wouldn’t marry me!” she moaned. “I was just a darn fool,” he declared. “Let’s get married today.” “Oh dear!” she cried. “If I only had Rita, I’d be the happiest girl in the world.” “I’ll get Rita for you,” he promised. “I’ll do anything in the world you want me to, Molly.” “But you can’t get Rita,” she wailed, “because she belongs to Bob, and he won’t let me have her, unless I marry him.” “So that’s it! That’s why you got yourself engaged to Bob?” “You wouldn’t marry me,” she said. “And I didn’t want to marry any one else, so it didn’t make much difference.” He kissed her hair the way he used to. “You’re cuckoo,” he told her tenderly. “You may be a bright young woman on Broadway, but you’re only a little nut after all.” “Come in my sitting room,” she proposed. “Red will be here any minute. I’m afraid he’ll think I’m fickle, if you don’t stop kissing me. Last time I saw him, I was engaged to Bob. . . . Oh, dear, if I only knew about Rita! There are about a million things I want to ask you, Jack Wells.” “What sort of things?” he asked. “Oh, that dreadful Mrs. BulwerEaton for one.” “Molly, you didn’t believe that drivel!” He regarded her sternly. “No,” she said, “of course I didn't. But you’ve a lot of explaining to do, just the same.” “Well,, she was rich as old lady Croesus,” he declared, “and I was a poor young man. trying to get along. Besides, I did some swell houses for her. I got paid pretty well for my time, of course.” “That’s as it should be,” she decreed. “You didn’t ever kiss her, Jack?” “No! Whatever made you think of a thing like that?” “Oh. I didn’t really think so,” she assured him. “I just wanted to be sure. I’d hate to have had you kiss her. It was bad enough the way you held her hand the night Sacrifice opened.” “I didn’t!” he protested, flushing. “Honest, Molly. I never did a thing but draw plans for the old lady, and pick up a lot of- Italian antiques.” BUB “T KNOW,” she whispered. “And x it wasn’t my darling’s fault, if the silly creature went and fell In love with him.” “Gosh, she didn’t do that. Molly. Don’t talk that way. She’s a great old scout. Honest she is. I told her all about you, and she’s awfully anxious to meet you. We ought to be pretty grateful to her at that, honey. If it wasn’t for her commission, I couldn't have bought the little gift I got for you.” From his pocket he drew seven small white boxes. “Wait a minute, until I get them in order. I'll bet you no other girl ever had an engagement ring like this before. Here you are—here’s ,D.” “A diamond circlet!” she cried. r’Oh. Jack, that’s beautiful! It’s like a little wedding ring.’’ j “Put it on,” he ordered. “Now i wait a minute. I’m just starting. Here's E.” “Emeralds! Two rings. Jack?” “Seven, ‘ he corrected gravely. “Amethysts for A. Rubies for R. More emeralds for E. Sapphires for S. And Turquoise for T. What does that spell, sweetheart?” “Dearest!” she cried. “Oh, Jack! Jack, you angel, did you think of that yourself?” “All by myself." he admitted mod-

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(estly. “Can you get them all under your knuckle?” “They just go,” she proclaimed, slipping the turquois circlet over the sapphires. “My dear, it’s the loveliest engagement ring a girl ever had.” Soft-footed Natsu stood at the door. “Mr. Flynn.” he announced. “Oh, heavens!” she cried, “I’d forgotten all about Rita! That’s how much I love you, Jack Wells.” She greeted {ted hysterically. “Look! I’m engaged! See my ring. Oh, Red, I’m so happy! I mean I’m so miserable. What do you suppose Bob’s going to do with Rita?” Red took her left hand, and contemplated the seven little sparkling rings. “They spell DEAREST,” she exolained. “Jack thought of it himself.” “Darn clever,” approved Red. “So you’re engaged to Jack tonight?” “Oh, it’s forever this time,” she assured him. “You know yourself, Red, I never loved anybody else hut him.” Red shook hands with Jack, and 'assed Molly. “I’m glad,” he told them simply. “This is the first sensible thing you’ve done in a long time. Molly. 7. suppose you've counted the cost?” “I’m Jack’s sweetheart,” she declared demurely. “I’m not a mathematician.” “But you know Bob will keep Rita.” “I know.” Her eyes filled with (ears. “But I guess Jack and I might have a little girl of our own. Os course she wouldn’t be like Rita. Rut she might be nice, don’t you think so, Jack?” B B B t tELLO* What's this?” Al Red had strolled to the window. and was looking down the street. “Isn't that Rita running along the sidewalk? She just left that taxi an the corner.” Molly flew to the window. “It is!” she cried. She threw the window open, and leaned out. “Rita! Rita.” The child looked up and waved. “Hello, mamma!” Natsu must have seen her first, since he was on the doorstep waiting. It was he who carried Rita triumphantly into the house, and up the stairs to Molly. “Where did you come from, sweetheart?” “Daddy’s going away,” explained Rita carefully, “where little girls can’t go. It’s on a big ship. And he said would you take me for your little girl. He wrote a letter, and I have it pinned with a big safety pin. Daddy pinned it himself, so I couldn’t lose it.” She unclasped the pin, and held an envelope to Molly. Molly took the paper out, and read aloud: “I am going away. Will you keep Rita until I come back? It may be for a year, and may be forever. When I took her away today, I meant to keep her with me. I guess all I need say is that I changed my mind. I am going to Australia. I reckon that’s the farthest place away there is. I hope you will be married and happy, when I come back. Maybe then we could be friends, and you wouldn’t have to hate. Goodby, and God bless you.” Red cleared his throat. “The poor sap,” he said, and his voice was very gentle. “He’s not such a bad egg after all.” “I’m hungry.” announced Rita practically. “Daddy and I didn’t have anything to eat, not anywhere.” “I’ll get her something,” offered Red. “I haven’t eaten myself yet. Want to come out, Rita? I’ll buy you some ice cream.” “Oh, goody!” She smiled beautifully. “Daddy said I’d feel better by and by. I guess maybe he knew you was going to buy me some ice cream, Uncle Red. I was crying like everything, but he said little girls always felt better by and by. Is this by and by, mamma?” Molly smiled mistily. “I think it must be, dear.” B B B WHEN Red had gone, and taken Rita with him. she went to her desk, and took out a copy of Ashes of Desire. Putting it in Jack’s hands, she said. “This one is yours. I had it bound for you. But I didn't think I would ever give it to you. “Did you ever read about how Rossetti, when his wife died, buried his poems with her? Years afterward his friends persuaded him to have his earlier verse published. But his loveliest things were in the grave. In the casket, with Ills wife. Then his friends convinced him that he should have the grave opened—and the casket. And that he should take the beautiful verses that had never been published away from his dead wife’s possession. So Rossetti did as they urged. “But when the grave was opened, it was discovered that his wife's hair had grown around the little manuscript in her hands. She had long golden hair, and it had become loosened, and had fallen down over her shoulders. To take the verses away, they had to cut the strands that had twined themselves about the verses. “Rossetti’s friends did not tell him that, and the verses were published. They made Rossetti famous. But his success was tinged with melancholy. “Years later someone told him the story of the way his wife's hair had grown around his poems. Then Rossetti went insane.” Molly paused. “That’s an awful creepy story,” declared Jack. “Yes. I know it. Well, I dreamed j last week that I died, and they buried this book with me, and my hair started to grow, and grow . . “Stop it!” he cried. “Gosh. Molly, you make my blood run cold!” “But it’s so strange,” she persisted. “I want you to know. I

TENEMENT FIRE TAKES 9 LIVES; MANYJNJURED Early Morning Blaze Cuts Off Escape of Occupants. Bu United Press WINNIPEG. Man.. Sept, 2.—Great heaps of smouldering debris was all that remained today of Medway court, a four-story apartment building in which nine persons died, in an early morning fire here Sunday. The blaze, of undertermined origin, injured ten other persons. Many others of the seventy occupants were overcome by smoke. Thrilling rescues prevented a larger death toll. The flames broke out about 2:30 a. m., and gained such headway many of the sleeping occupants were cut off from escape. By .the time firemen arrived, the entire building was in flames. Os the nine victims, two remained unidentified. The others were: Alfred Applebee, his daughter Irene, 11; Mrs. Elizabeth Gaunt, Ralph Weighton, 62; Mrs. Madge Edwards, 34: Marjorie Edwards, 14; Gordon Edwards, 9. Among the injured were: William Gilmore, a fireman, who, while rescuing one of the tenants, fell through a burning stairway into the smoke-filled basement of the structure. He was rescued by comrades. Formal inquest was set for Monday. Meanwhile, Provincial Fire Commissioner E. McGrath questioned witnesses to ascertain whether the Medway court, an old structure, had been inspected recently for fire hazards. TWO BROTHERS BURIED Young Men Die Within Two hours of Each Other After Accident. Bu United Press OGILVILLE, Ind., .Sept. 2.—Funeral services were held Sunday for Paul Rich, 23, and his brother Melvin, 21, who died within two hours of each other from injuries received in a collision of automobiles. The car occupied by the brothers collided with one driven by Dale Deavers with D. E. Johnson as a passenger. Johnson suffereil a skifli fracture, but will recover, physicians say. Deavers was only slightly hurt. Day Programs WFBM (1230) (Indianapolis Power and Light Company) —Tuesday— A. M. 7:00 to B:oo—Pep Unlimited Club. 10:00—Aunt Sammy’s hour. 11:00—Julie Wintz orchestra (CBS). 11:15 to 11:45—Silent. 11:45—Indiana state fair program. P. M. 12:40—Record program. 1:00—Our book shelf (CBS). 2:OO—U. S. Navy band (CBS). 2:3o—lndiana state fair program. 3:00 to 4:ls—Silent. WLW (700). CINCINNATI —Tuesday—--s:ls—Crosley Icyball hour. 6:ls—Time announcement. 6:ls—Headliners (NBC). 6:4s—Organ program by Arthur Chandler. 7:oo—Absorbine Jr., exercise period. 7:3o—Devotions, Dad Kershner. Y. M. C. A. B:oo—Crosley woman’s hour with musicale. 9:oo—Organ program by Arthur Chandler. 10:30——Live stock reports. 10:40—Travel talk. 10:00—The week’s best phonograph records. 10:30—Weather, river, market and police reports. 10:50—Spray talk on cherry leaf spot. 10:55—Time signals. 11:00—Gene. Ford and Glenn. 11:30—Bernie Cummings and his Hotel Gib son orchestra. P. M. 12:00—Town and country. 12:15—Live stock reports. 12:25—Market reports. 12:30—National farm and home period (NBC). l:15_-Closing stock and grain quotations. I:2o—Matinee players. 2:oo—Banjo lessons by Hank Karch. 2:ls—Rhyme Reaper’s guest reader, Julie Caroline O’Hara. 2:3o—'Ted de Turk. 2:4s—concert from Cincinnati Zoological Gardens. 3:ls—Woman’s radio club. 3:3o—Young Amerrycana. 3:45—“A1l Quiet On the Western Front.” —Tuesday— A M g':o(i—NßC System (WJZ' Morning Glories to KFKX, WJR, KWK. WREN. 9:oo—Columbia Network—lda Bailey Allen. 9:IS_NBC System (WEAF) —Household Institute. P. M. 12:00—NBC System (Central)—Farm and Home hour. 2:OO—NBC System (WJZ>— Dancing Melodies to WJR. 2:SO—WCCO. Minneapolis-St. Paul—Mmneapolis vs. St. Paul. won’t tell you the rest of the dream, if you don’t want me to. Only this part of it, dear. I woke up, and I was very frightened. It seemed so real. And I went to the desk, to see if this book of yours was still there. It was the one, that I had been dreaming about. Look, dear. It says in the front, in little gold letters, ’For My Sweetheart.’ “I opened the drawer, and there it was, exactly where I left it. I opened it, and began to write on the first page. The words came simply and naturally. I wrote without any hesitation. When I finished, I read over what I had written, and it seemed to me one of the most beautiful things in the world.” She turned the page. “Let me read it aloud, sweetheart. ‘Nothing is sweeter than love; nothing stronger; nothing higher, nothing broader, nothing more pleasant, nothing fuller, or better in heaven or on earth, for love is bom of God, and can rest only in God above all things created.” She hesitated. “Do you remember, .Jack, that night at college—the night before Rita's wedding—when we were out on the lake, and I told you that I thought I was psychic?” He nodded. “Now I know I am,” she exulted. She moved toward the circle of his arms, and her hair caught the glint of the sun as it slanted through the window, so that it glowed like a halo. And there was a sort of luminosity about her, like a mystic light. “That passage,” she said, “is from ‘The Imitation of Christ.’ I looked it up the next day. I never read The Imitation of Christ’ in my life.” “But I don’t understand,” he murmured. “Neither do I. Love,” she told him softly, “it’s beyond all understanding.” THE END.

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An organ arrangement of the Negro spiritual, “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot,” by Diton, will be played by Frank W. Asper at the great organ during the broadcast from the Salt Lake City tabernacle which will be heard through the NBC system Monday evening at 4 o'clock. B B B BBS The Grand Opera concert to be broadcast at 6 o'clock Monday evenVg over Station WABC and the Columbia broadcasting system, opens with the overture to the “Barber of Seville” by Rossini. * B B BBS Songs from the waterfronts along the Bay of Naples will be offered by Italian artists during the broadcast of “Neapolitan Nights” over the NBC system Monday night at 8 o’clock. * BBS B B B Humperdinck’s opera, “Hansel and Gretel,” based on the old German folk tale, and the “Jupiter Symphony,” by Mozart, provide the featured selections of the White House concert which will be heard through the NBC system Monday night at 6:30 o’clock.

HIGH SPOTS OF MONDAY NIGHT’S PROGRAMS S:3O—WJZ and NBC Network—Roxy and his gang. 6:00 —WABC and CBS Network —Operatic concert. 7:3O—WEAF and NBC Network—General Motors hour. 7:3O—WABC and CBS Network—United Choral Singers. B:3O—WEAF and NBC Network—Floyd Gibbons talk.

Varied selections mirroring the moods of composers of many lands will be blended in the Black and Gold Room orchestra’s broadcast over the NBC system, Monday evening at 4 o’clock. B B B B B B The importance of keeping physically fit and in shape to meet the emergencies which arise in every one’s life is illustrated in a story presented during the Physical Culture hour to be broadcast over station WABC and the Columbia broadcasting system at 7 o'clock Monday evening. B B B B B B Mildred Hunt, soprano, called “the Sweetheart of the Air,” by a nation of radio listeners, will be the featured artist in the program to be broadcast by Roxy and His Gang through the NBC system, Monday evening at 5:30. B B B BUB For his apperance with the Ceco Couriers, Henry Burbig has delved into history and will present his own interpretation of the end of a famous dynasty in “Nepolin end St. Helena.” The musical portion of this program to be broadcast over station WABC and the Columbia broadcasting system at 6:30 o’clock Monday evening will be in the nature of a day at a favorite vacation ground. B B B B B B Gay, carefree selections from light opera and the popular classics are featured in the holiday program of Slumber Music which will be heard through the NBC system Monday night at 9:15 o'clock. B B B B B B The United Choral Singers will be heard in a program which includes examples of the work of several composers during their broadcast from station WABC and the Columbia broadcasting system at 7:30 o’clock Monday night. B M B B B B Margot, countess of Oxford and Asquith, known for her keen wit and brilliant repartee, has named several of her best loved musical compositions for the broadcast of the Edison program which will be heard through the NBC system Monday night at 7 o’clock.

RADIO PAGE XS DAILY FEATURE This column of short lively paragraphs on the evening's programs is a daily feature in The Indianapolis Times. The daily radio page also carries the complete hour by hour list of programs, the local station offerings, and the outstanding programs both day and evening.

After a summer vacation of eight weeks, “Real Folks” will return to the air Monday evening at 7:30 over the National broadcasting company’s system. BUB B B B In the broadcast of Night Club romances to be heard at 8:30 o'clock Monday night over WABC and the Columbia broadetsing system, the stcry of a man who thought himself justified in deliberately “framing” another man to save his sister from disgrace will be told. BUB B B B Ken-Rad’s “Cabin-Nights,” anew serial of the air which will bring to radio listener’s musical scenes in a typical Southern Negro cabin, will make its debut over a wide network of stations associated with the NBC system Monday night at 8 o’clock. B B B B B B Paul Specht and his orchestra, playing in the grill room of the new Governor Clinton hotel in New York city, will broadcast a thirty-minute program of dance music over WABC and stations of the Columbia broadcasting system, beginning at 9 o’clock Monday night. B B B B B B The syncopated rhythms of the modern dance will be heard in the program of current musical selections which Ted Fiorito and his orchestra will broadcast from the NBC system, Chicago studios, Monday evening at 8:30 o'clock. B B B BUB The Rhythmic Symphonic orchestra under the direction of Fred Buchner, assisted by Byron Holiday, tenor, will be heard during the Liftman hour broadcast over WABC beginning at 5:30 o’clock Monday evening. B B B B B B An old lay of the Scottish border and a Russian chant of oriental strain will be sung as baritone and soprano solos, respectively, during the broadcast of “Moment Musical" through the NBC system Monday evening at 5:30 o’clock. B B B B B B The Vim radio hour, featuring a surprise program of a musical nature, will be heard over Station WABC between 5 and 5:30 o’clock.

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IU.IV (700) CINCINNATI —Monday— P. M. 4:oo—Mormon tabernacle choir (NBC). 4:3o—Licestock reports , 4:4o—Polly ana Anna, tne Glad Gins. s:oo—Alvin Roehr’s orchestra at the Zoo Clubhouse. s:3o—Duro Automatics. 6:oo—Baseball scores. 6:o4—Weather announcements. 6:os—Bernie Cummings and his Hotel Gibson orchestra. 6:3o—whitebouse Coffee concert (NBC). 7:oo—Doctor Wilco. 7:ls—Blue Ridge Mountaineers. 7:3o—Real Folks (NBC*. 8:00-4-Marmon Roosevelt program. B:3o—Gene. Ford and Glenn. 9:oo—Weather announcements. 9:oo—Hamilton Tailoring Club. 9:3o—Michael Hauer’s dance orchestra. 10:00—Chime Reveries. _ . , 11:00 Bernie Cummings and his Hotel Gibson orchestra 11:30—Polly and Anna, the Glad Girls. 12:00—Gene, Ford and Glenn. 12:30—Sign off. —Monday——6:3o P. M.— NBC Svstem—White House Concert orchestra to W'JZ. WBZ. WBZA. WJR. WLW. TOW, WREN. WHAM. KDKA. KYW, WBT. WIOD. WRVA. WJAX. Columbia Network—Ceco Couriers-Popu-lar music to WABC. WMAQ, WFBM. —7 P. M.~ NBC Svstem—Edison orchestra. Dr. Frank Black to WJZ, KDKA. WJR, KYW. W'LS (870i. Chicago—String sextet. Columbia Network—Uncle Joe and Pat to WABC. WMAQ. —7:15 P. M—WCFL (970). Chicago—Dance frolics. —7:30 P. M.— WBBM (770'. Chicago—Dance orchestras. NBC System—Motors party to WEAF. WWJ. WSAI. WGN. WHAS. NBC System—Real Folks to W'JZ, KDKA. WJR. WLW. KYW. WLS (870'. Chicago—Hired men; orchestra. Columbia Network —Choral Singer to WABC. WADC. WKRC. WMAQ. —8 P. M Columbia Network—Black Flag Trio and orchestra to WABC, WKRC. WMAQ. WBBM (779). Chicago—Gems of muaic. WGN (72u i. Chicago—Variety program NBC System—Neapolitan nights to WEAF, WWJ. KYW. WLS (870). Chicago—W'ater Witches. WTMJ (620 >, Milwaukee—Courtesy program. —8:30 P. M KDKA 1980) Pittsburgh—Bettor’s orNBC Svstem “Floyd Oibbons : Head!ine Hunter * to WEAF. WWJ. WGN, WHAS. NBC svstem—Fiorito’s orchestra to WJZ. WREN. KYW’. KWK. Columbia Network Night Club Romance to WABC. WMAQ. WFBM. WLS (870) Chicago—Musical novelties. WTMJ (620) Milwaukee—WTMJ Feature. —9 P. M—NBC System — New Yorkers orchestra WEAF. WSM. WWJ. WGN (720) Chicago—Tomorrow’s Tribune; Hungry Five. NBC Network—Amag Anis t WMAQ. KYW, WXMsL

WLS (870) Chicago—Popular program. . WMAQ (670) Chicago—Better English: entertainers. —9:15 P. M.— KYW (1020* Chicago—Dance music. NBC Svstem—Slumber music to WJZ, WHAM. KDKA. WREN. WRC. WTMJ (620) Milwaukee—Special program. —9:30 P. M.— WGN (720) Chicago—Goldket.te’s orchestra; Nighthawke. WMAQ (670). Chicago—Concert orchestra. —9:45 P. M.— WJR (750) Detroit—Prince's orchestra. —lO P. M KYW (1020) Chicago—Dance music. WENR <870) Chicago—Variety program. WGN (720) Chicago—Dream Snip: Goldkette's orchestra. WTMJ (620), Milwaukee—Meyody market. 10:30 P. M.— WENR (870) Chicago—Comedy Sketches. WSM ’650) Nashville—Hawaiian players. WTAM (1070) Cleveland—Dance music. WJR (750) Detroit—Jones orchestra. —10:45 P. M.— WGN (720) Chicago—Pest Club. —ll P. M WENR (870) Chicago—Vaude’ille. WGN (720) Chicago—Chapman’s orchestra; Nighthawks. WJR (7?") Detroit—“ Try and Stick Us.’’ WTMJ .0201 Milwaukee—Organ: Schroeder orchestra. —11:15 P. M WDAF (610*. Kansas City—Dance program: frolic. City Stations WFBM (1230) (Indianapolis Power and Light Company) —Monday— P M 4 30—Duke Ellington's Cotton Club band (CBS) „ , s:oo—Jim and Walt. s:lo—lndiana State Pair program. 6 00—Grand opera concert (CBS'. 6 30—Coluihbia Club dinner ensemble. 7 00—Geo Irish and orchestra. 7 30—United Choral Singers (CBS). 8:00—Salon orchestra. B:3o—Night Club romance (CBS*. 9 00 —Paul Specht’s orchestra 'CBS*. 9-30—Banner Boosters. 10 15—Irish and Gordon piano duo. 10:30—Organ reverie 'CBS' U'OO Longine’s time by Julius C. Walk Sc Son; weather. 11:01 —The Columnist. Labor Day Celebrated Bu Times Special _ . _ BOONVILLE, Ind., Sept. 2.—A varied program is being presented here today in celebration of Labor day. Union and farm bureau members united in a parade. Speakers include Van A. Bittner, United Mine Workers of American organizer, and William H. Settle, president of the InFsusa federation.

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REPORT TYSON SUCCESSOR HAS BEEN SELECTED Candy Manufacturer Said to Be Senate Choice From Tennessee. Bu Scrivps-Hotcaril Xcusspapcr Alliance WASHINGTON, Sept, 2.—Widespread interest was manifested today in the appointment of a successor to the late Senator Tyson of Tennessee when reports reached here that W. E. Brock, candy manufacturer at Chattanooga, was under consideration. The reports said Brock’s selection almost was a certainty and immediately aroused tariff factions. Those opposing an increase in the sugar tariff looked upon Brock as a possible ally and a strong factor in the coming debate on the Senate floor because of his intimate knowledge of the product and its uses. Those favoring a higher sugar tariff were still hopeful someone besides Brock would be. appointed, perhaps a Democratic business man of Tennessee with more liberal tariff views than have come usually out of that state. Although Brock was said to have the inside track because of influence of Luke Lea, former senator, upon the Governor Horton administration, friends of Representative Joseph Byrns still were hopefully pulling for him. The Byrns backers were spreading the propaganda that Byrns would run and defeat Brock in the 1930 Democratic primary campaign. It also was said that to place an unknown like Brock in the position was to invite strong Republican opposition in the election next November. Senator Moses of New Hampshire lent strength to the Byrns movement by coming back from Tennessee with an optimistic report on the Republican outlook there. RESCUE ATTEMPT FAILS Mother Fatally Burned Trying to Save Baby From Flames. DENVER, Sept. 2.—A mother who braves flames and smoke in a desperate but vain attempt to save her 1-year-old baby was near death today. The baby’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. R. E. Newman, were away from home for a few hours and when they returned clouds of smoke were pouring from the house. Mrs. Newman ran screaming to the aid of her baby, but as she dashed through the door the flames burst out and drove her back. She made a second attempt and that time reached the child. The father pulled both from the blazing house, but the baby was dead. Mrs. Newman was so badly burned, physcians said she probably will die. CROWDS FLOCK TO PARK Broad Ripple Officials Believe Attendance Mark Will Be Set. With the combination of Sunday and Labor day, Broad Ripple park officials today said they believed the park attendance record for the year will be shattered. Before noon today thousands of amusement seekers were on the grounds taking advantage of pleasure devices, the swimming pool and picnic grounds. A special series of outdoor acts, including trick bicycle rides and barrel jumping stunts, were presented Sunday for one of the largest crowds of the season. 60 SHOT WOUND MAN Hunters Error Causes Severe Injury of Fairmount Fanner. Bn! Times Shrewl FAIRMOUNT, Ind., Sept. 2.—Edward Brown, 60, farmer, was severely wounded while hunting on his farm near here with his brother-in-law, A. E. Arnold. While sitting on a stump, Brown was using a twig to scare mosquitoes away from his head. Arnold, a considerable distance away, mistook the twig movement for a squirrel and fired a shotgun. Sixty buckshot struck Brown in the right side and face. POOL BOOKS ARE SEIZED Baseball Tickets, Alcohol Found in Raid at Hotel. Claude Vail of the Great Eastern hotel was held by police today following a raid on two rooms in the hotel and seizure of 1,000 baseball pool books and five gallons of alcohol. Vail is charged with operation of a blind tiger, keeping a gaming device and pool selling. . - —, , Muncie Woman Burned Bn Times Special MUNCIE, Ind., Sept. 2.—Funeral services for Mrs. Katherine S. Smith, 80, who died at her summer home at Walloon Lake, Mich., were held Sunday in the chapell of the Beech Grove cemetery here.

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