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SL9L* "EEF TODAT t elderly coutln of LtKDA AVER ILL. fell* to his deeth M*cond-floor belconv of the £**s}• fc ,L°n* . lelfnd home. Linda £, lm Ju,t ** for ® he die*, in time to hear him gimp. He p U hed me—!” There are four gue*u In the house and all become suapecU -of the murder. All are atron* phyaieelly, have violent tempera and all have quarreled with Couam Amoa. -.15? * OUr #re: MR BTATLANDER. J> n "Ber of the Arm TOM AVERILL works for: MARVIN PRATT. * u L tor of Linda'*; CAPTAIN Dk vos. handsome Belgian representing a I manufacturer, and LfAN SHAtfGHNESSEY. Irish writer and her cousin had tried to tell her he was murdered, rushes up 1?* i°. the balconv. Someone steps behind her, trlea to strangle her, and she falls In a faint N&W go ON WITH THE STORY. CHAPTER ELEVEN (Continued! could it be? Tom, probably, smitten with the same Idea and having stopped to invite Cousin Amos to join them, called In by the indignant old man to account for the noise and swing of the door. Cousin Amos, of course, would forget entirely, his insistence on opening it, in spite of her express request that he should not. Well -—let Tom bear the brunt of displeasure! Perhaps he could brace it somehow to stop It for the moment. A sudden appalling squeak filled her with renewed alarm lest the sound disturb Marvin Prrtt or De Vos. Both of them, she knew, had had all thew wanted of Cousin Amos! In fact, she had promised that the Belgian, at least, should not even see again the man who had so affronted him. She pulled the room door gently to until it all but latched and made her escape unheard, running downstairs rather amused than otherwise at Tom’s plight. But the door on the terrace was open and as she came out Into the early sun, she saw a white-backed Jersey rising and falling In rhythmic strokes as a familiar figure headed out from shore. Tom, no doubt of it—tired, of Waiting for her and apparently striking out for distant Connecticut. She prepared to emit the piercing yodel with which she was wont to signal him and checked herself only just in time as she remembered the hour. But if not Tom, who was upstairs with Cousin Amos? Had he been taken ill in the night and did he need help? Should she go back? U M M A SLIGHT scuffle of feet over her head on the little balcony startled her. Could the old man have had a fainting spell—a stroke perhaps? There was something strange about that subdued, shuffling sound! If only Tom, swimming away from her so unconcernedly, would turn so that she could w r ave him back! Over her head there was a quick Jumble of steps, an exclamation, and suddenly a cracking, rending, tearing sound. From above came hurtling a figure—headfirst—turning in the air, not two feet from where she stood, rooted and horrified, under the projecting balcony—to crumple in sickening distortion at her very feet. A white head moved feebly, a face turned toward her. Cousin Amos! A step forward, and she was kneeling beside him, tremblingly smoothing that drawn white face, breathlessly gasping his name. The eyelids quivered and the blue childlike eyes looked up at her first blindly, then with dazed recognition. '‘Linda!” She bent down for the painful whisper. “Over—over —” “Yes, darling—you fell over—" “No. He . . . th-threw—” “He . . . who?” There was no answer, nor could Cousin Amos ever tell her more. *

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HORROR-STRICKEN as she was over the old man's death. Linda grasped the significance of those few broken words. He was trying to tell her something. He had told her—a little. “Over —” “No—he—threw—” She was sure she had caught that last faint gasp. Someone had been there — he had not fallen—! Instantly she was on her feet. Grief and fury banished any thought of fear. She mustn’t stay here—she couldn’t help Cousin Amos now—or ever—except by finding who was up there. She was flashing through the central hall, a quick streak of crimson jersey and tanned flesh. Up the stairs—no attempt now to hide her flying steps. His door was exactly as she had left it, barely ajar. No one had come out! She pushed it open and went in. A silent, empty room. Straight through Linda went, her mind on one thing only, toward the open casement. She glimpsed the green lawn and beyond the blue water of the Sound.

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Here’s the Real Fight TT won’t be taxation or stricter -*• regulation of the utilities that will cause the real fights in the general assembly convening Jan. 5. Nor will the rabid friction develop over such questions as old age pensions or unemployment relief. The conflict, instead, will come as a result of an attempt to reapportion the state’s legislative districts. Flaunting the constitutional stipulation that the state must be redivided legislatively every six years, the general assemblies since 1921 have refused to reapportion. It has been the rural legislators who consistently have halted any effort to give representation to thousands of citizens, for if the legislature acted the cities which are the population centers would be given an increased number of representatives and senators. Enumeration of all males, 21 years or more, compiled by the* state auditor, reveals that nineteen counties are entitled to forty-nine members of the house of representatives, exclusive of joint representatives, while seventy-three counties must divide the remaining fifty-one seats. HUM This would place the control of the house of representatives in the urban centers, as they would lack but two. votes of a constitutional majority. The same enumeration would give nine counties eighteen seats in the senate, as against fifteen at present, while the remaining eighty-three counties would divide thirty-two seats. The answer is obvious. The rural counties do not want the cities to have this voting strength, because a switch in the balance of power once made would end forever the agrarian domination which in the past has resulted in passage of scores of measures favorable to agricultural counties and detrimental to the population centers. There never has been a roll call in either house or senate on a question concerning concessions to cities which has not found the rural representatives, regardless of party, aligned as a unit. In fact, the farm bloc consistently

She even noticed, subconsciously, that Tom had turned back and was almost to the float. But nearest of all she saw a broken, torn railing, the top bar wrenched apart, the narrow, graceful spindles careening drunkenly in every direction. She did not know whom she expected to see. but there was no one on the balcony. The shock of it brought her to a rigid stop. Bhe came to herself—she must go back, call Tom—m m a SHE started to turn and in that second caught a dark blur moving behind her. Linda never had consciously screamed. Now she could not—yet her throat constricted and her mouth opened in silent, awful pantomime which would have been a scream had breath been there to release it. A cloth thrown around her neck from behind prevented the sound and, twisted tightly, prevented also her turning head or body to see her assailant. She Jerked forward, clutching at the air. As she flung back her head,

has wielded the most influence in a legislature. One example of this is the voting of state money for construction at the state fairground, such as the grandstand erected a year ago. n n m It will be extremely difficult to obtain passage of a legislative reapportionment act in the coming session and the Democrats, because of their majority of 91 to 9 in the house and 43 to 7 in the senate, must bear the brunt if there is failure to act. What the party leaders must not and can not forget is that the bulk of the vote resides in the nineteen counties with the largest populations and with conditions as they are today it would not be difficult for the opposition to stir up ill feeling. That is one reason why the house Speaker should be selected from a populous county, because the presiding officer of the senate, Lieu-tenant-Governor-Elect Townsend, resides in a rural community. The fight will be worth the price of admission. AW 8Y BRUCE CATTON IN “The Narrow Corner,” Somerset Maugham takes a straightaway story of a somewhat stupid young man’s entanglement with two women and gives it an exotic and romantic appeal by setting it in the faraway islands of the Malay peninsula. In its essence, “The Narrow Corner” is simply the story of young Fred Blake, son of an Australian politician. Fred gets entangled at home with a married woman twice his age; a horrible creature who clings to him like grim death and who sacrifices her husband's life, her own reputation, and Fred’s future to her devouring love. Breaking away, Fred wanders through the eastern islands, and there, slowly regaining his selfrespect, he casually engages In an easy-come-easy-go affair—and brings down a calamity which completely wrecks his life. Probably no one but Somerset Maugham could make this tale Into a first-rate novel, which Is just what “The Narrow Corner” is. He does it partly by means of a brooding and thoughtful narrative style which is a delight on every page; and partly by presenting the whole story through the eyes of a roving doctor, who looks on all the vagaries of human life with a se-. rene detachment. The result is that “The Narrow Corner” ’is a rather remarkable book. It is Maugham at, or close to, his best. Published by Doubleday, Doran & Cos., the book is priced at $2.50. 'Answers I I " I I f'-TC,. wnwi 1/ ■ -THREE 7ST7. gukse W _ msaocxcow** DLARNEY CASTLE near CORK. IRELAND, contains the famous BLARNEY STONE which is supposed to give anyone who kisses It powers of persuasive eloquence The KORAN Is the MOHAMMEDAN SCRIPTURE The sketch shows an ACUTE ANGLE of 30 DEGREES

TARZAN THE UNTAMED

Roland Canby, Olga’s father, took his now motherless children to live in London. There, he put his two boys in school. But the little girl, who so resembled his lost wife, he liked to be with him as constantly as his military duties permitted. •es

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gasping for breath, she had a vague impression of seeing Tom, miles away, climing on to the raft. Then water, air and land blurred and darkened and seemed to rush blackly at her with a horrible dizzy roar. Suddenly, as the roaring grew unbearable, the tension was broken. Air came back to the gasping lungs—yet not quite in time. She swayed, unconscious, on her feet and pitched heavily forward into abysmal blackness. CHAPTER TWELVE A DOOR closed, very softly and gently. To Linda, lying white and motionless in the big bed, the sound came faint but unmistakable, piercing the nothingness in which she seemed fathoms deep. A door . . . there was something ... she must tell someone ... about a door—

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

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Christened Patricia Olga her father had shoriencd it to “Pat.” The nickname better suited the child s spirited tom-boy nature. And as “Pat” she was affectionately known to the officers and men of his famous regiment, £

Os course not being able to open her eyes made it hard. If she could do that she could speak . . . things would be all right. Another interval of nothingness, not unpleasant . . . but the impulse returned more strongly. Suddenly she was looking up at the ceiling and its whiteness hurt her. She made a little fretting noise and shifted her head on the pillow. The sound brought instant action. With a troubled, affectionate look, someone was bending over her. Linda’s still slightly dazed regard traveled over the surprisingly young face up to the smoothly waved gray hair and down again. “Hello!” she observed weakly. “Hello, Lindy!” Tom's mother was nice—he took things so for granted. Always serene instead of breaking into exclamations of sur-

prise or sympathy, she now acted as though Linda had simply waked from a brief nap. Bhe was waiting, as It happened, to see whether she would drop off again or was really able to talk, but Linda felt only the atmosphere of casual calm. It braced her at once. “Well,” she vouchsafed feebly, “here I am!” “Yes,” Kathleen Averill smiled. “No doubt about that!” “How long have I been here?” “Oh, ever since Tom telephoned me.” Mrs. Averill dismissed the matter of exact time airily, but Linda was rapidly becoming her normal —and persistent—self. “Tom—where is Tom? Why, he was swimming—Oh!” The moment her mother-in-aw had dreaded came sweeping over Linda. Tom .. .so far away ~. that tight choking thing around her neck ~. Cous-

—By Ahern

The Captain had sent for his spinster sister who now presided over his household. Unsympathetic, this Victorian lady never understood the little Pat whose frisky colt-like antics gave her aunt many a worried moment.

in Amos .. . the terrace. Linda sat straight up in bed, her eyes suddeny brimming, like a child's with silent, tears. “There, Lindy, there!” Kathleen’s lovely white hand, so aristocratic, so j impersonal, patted her shoulder. “I'm not going to fuss—but I do 1 want Tom!” Linda burst out. Her need was not for sympathy but for comprehension. “Oh, I must see j him! I must!" “Very well, kitten, you shall. He’s having a little breakfast now. He's been pretty—busy, this last hour or two. Shall I call him?" That was anew idea. An hour or two! It had been early—before 6 breakfast? Her mother-in-law, instinctively guarding her much harassed son, seized the opportunity. “He’ll h?irry back to you as fast as he can. I know. I made him eat first and told him I’d go down for a

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cup of coffee when he came up. So he’ll be back very soon.” n • • LINDA yielded. After all. perhaps she really wanted a few minutes to collect her thoughts. Now everything was in a jumble, but she knew there was something very special that she wanted to tell Tom, and he probably would have much to tell her. “IH Just rest till he comes,” she said and t observed with normal shrewd penetration the satisfied smile of the victor. “Rest!” - What she needed was action—but she'd have time to think things out— It was in fact but a scant ten minutes before quick steps in the hall brought a flush to her cheeks and Mrs. Averill, rising with a resigned little sigh, met her son at the door and slipped out as he came it. (To Be Continued)

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

For years she did what she thought to be her “duty” by her motherless niece. But Sarah Canby admitted to herself she was not displeased when during the holidays her brother announced his “great news’’ and she heard what was to become of Pat. i

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