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CAST OF CHARACTERS ROBERT BARRY-—Hero, explorer. MELISSA LANE — Heroine, Barry's partner, HONEY BEE GIRL—Indian: of Barry's party. HADES JONES — Pioneer; Barry's party,

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Yesterday—Bob Barry dangles at the end of 600 feet of rope. He cannot climb back. Holliman thinks been killed when the rope slackens, lies limp in his hands.

CHAPTER SIX

OLLIMAN couldn't know, course, that Bob Barry safe on the “front porch” of Defiance Castle. The man above had sensed, rather | than actually seen, that something | was wrong with his boss. He had | seen the two girls below pointing | excitedly, and too late it had dawned on him too that this cliff had a dangerous overhang. It would | be much bigger in reality than it | appeared from below, he knew; distances are deceptive that way. | When the rope had acted crazily, swaying and jerking, Holliman de- | duced that Bob was trying to climb | back up to safety, but had fallen in | the attempt. Actually, Bob had given one final | swing and let go—to land on his | goal, the rock ledge that held the | dwelling. Other troubles were ahead —such as the way to get back down | to camp again—but for the moment he was safe. He had done an acrobatic stunt which he himself would have called crazy under most circumstances. He had literally been a daring young man on a mountain trapeze, but it was by no means | what he had planned.

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* HAT I need,” he grinned to | himself as he sat there |

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wanted, one said what one thought, let the results be as they may. » » = ARY MELISSA caught the intent in a flash, realized in | that instant that Honey Bee was in love with Robert Barry: The | thought astounded her, | “You—you mean—?" Bob missed [ it. “Aw, that's all right, Honey Bee. | Don’t worry about me. But I'm sorry [1 frightened you girls Certainly I don’t want to scare the best cook I | ever had.” He felt that some sort of pat-on- | the-back would calm matters. After

[ all, he had acted rather foolishly.

He didn't see that Honey Bee was offering herself to him, with her eves, her attitude, her desire. She was still a servant in his sight, a rather pretty child who must be kidded along. Mary Melissa remained quiet until they moved away. Best not reveal that she had overheard, even by accident, so personal a bit of conversation. The thing had upset

her greatly. That, on top of the excitement when Bob was in danger, served doubly to unnerve her,

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HE realized, though, that all this was none of her affair, that this was a business trip in the interest of science, and from her standpoint a vacation from the hectic and somewhat stifling routine of society in the moneyed East, What if the red girl did throw herself at Dr. | Barry? Mary Melissa was doing her best to philosophize, to be logical. But it wouldn't work. Logic wasn't the answer. Her eyes filled with un- | invited tears, and a sob came, She | got up hastily then, to go and look for old Hades Jones. She must talk to somebody. The white girl's chin was set, and her eyes were strangely hard, as she walked away. She knew there was just one thing in all the world she wanted, and she meant to have it,

(To Be Continued)

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BOAT RIDE—By Fred L. Bishop

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® ® =u ETTING down didn't prove half | the task Bob at first feared it might. First, though, he made a | hasty survey of Defiance Castle—he | wouldn't have missed that even if | he rotted on the ledge later. He | found 19 rooms in the place, and | crumbled walls of what must have been six or eight more. The rooms | were invariably small, about 8 hy 10 | feet in most cases; obviously there | had been many occupants, and | space was precious. There were no windows. were less than four feet high. “More pygmies,” Bob muttered. smiling. That was an old mistake, he knew; the ancient people made low doors for defense. Enemies might | rush a six-foot door and take a fortress, but they would have to | stoop to enter a low one; one squaw inside with a club could thus defend 1t, |

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E saw an abundance of shards, | and many unbroken bowls and | storage jars. Several weapons were | in evidence, also fireplaces, bits of | wood, even charred corncobs which | he knew to be centuries old. Partly | wrapped in a shroud woven of grass | fibers, now decayed, was the dried | shrunken mummy of an old man. | Strange sketches and designs were | etched on ceilings and walls, cut! there by very early American artists when time was abundant if skill was| not. Bob wandered, enthralled, as long | as he dared. He realized nis obligation to his associates, and so re- | appeared after half an hour on the! outside or eastern edge of the great | rock lip. He gave thought to getting out safely.

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& ” 4 HE rope was beyond reach—so | far that he wondered now | how he had ever swung far enough | to leap into the cave. He still could | see no possible means of entrance | or egress, unless a series of six or| eight long ladders, supplemented by chiseled finger and toe holds, were placed on the face of the cliff | There were some natural steps and | footholds, nevertheless. Defiance | Castle was the most impregnable of | all the cliff fortresses he had ever | seen, he knew. When he was sure that no other means offered, Bob did a simple thing. He grinned to himself as he worked. “I'll look like a real cave man when I descend,” he told himself. He wondered what Hades Jones would say then. With his pocket knife, he cut and tore his shirt, handkerchief, trousers legs and undershirt into small strings and tied their ends together. He let this long string down to Mary Melissa and Honey Bee Girl, shen pulled up a small rope which they tied to the string. With the small rope he then pulled up a stronger one. = ” »

T fook time, but it was easy. He knotted the big rope at freyuent intervals, for “steps,” and asimself was back in camp soon ufter Hades Jones returned with Yolliman. The talk was very pro‘use all around, for a while, save or Honey Bee. When food had been served, and the work of building a more pernanent camp started, Honey Bee .pproached Bob alone, just outside the supply tent, “I cried when you were up there,” he simpered, rather surprisingly. Mary Melissa overheard it. She vas inside the supply tent, but objously the Indian girl didn’t know. Honey Bee’s inflection was one £ secrecy, of deliberate intimacy. n the Indian’s background, actions pére direct; one took what one

| Lafe shot back at her.

" ELL, I hope you enjoyed | yourself last night,” said Lafe glumly. He leaned against a rack piled with canoes and looked expectantly at Irene, taking a sun bath on the edge of the dock. “Very much, thank you,” said Irene, looking prettily smug. “I'm sorry if you think I didn't give you enough dances, Lafe, but, after all, you've had lots of dances, and Jack was awfully nice to me.” She was enjoving Lafe's jealous discomfiture. “Oh, dance with Jack Hollis all | you want,” returned Lafe, with af-

fected nonchalance, “but remember |

he's got a dame in Minneapolis he’s practically engaged to.” “Yes, ‘practically’—it makes all the difference! Do you think I can't

have him if I want him, just be- |

cause of her?” quickly.

“That's what I think, all right,”

Irene demanded

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with a couple of millions you bet he will!” n " ” “IDERHAPS so, perhaps not,” said Irene coolly. “But he liked me well enough to ask me to come out to his place tonight and go for a launch ride!” “Over to the Hollis place?” Laf= repeated blankly.

“Yes, tonight at 8 o'clock,” Irene |

gloated. It would do Lafe good to see that a rich man like Jack Hollis could be interested in her, even if she didn’t accept his invitation. “Aw, listen, Irene,” Lafe pleaded seriously, “don't go. Come for a ride with me instead. You shouldn't go out with that guy.”

« Pyov © “A flutter of fright seized her.”

run Jack down unfairly, just because he was jealous. “Have it your ecwn way!" snapped Lafe. “You think you know him so much better than I do.” Irene strode away haughtily without further words. Lafe King wasn't going to run her life, even if they had gone together for a while. She would accept Jack's invitation. A few minutes after 8 that evening she went down to the small private dock which the Hollis family used on the town side of the lake, and found Jack waiting in a luxurious mahogany runabout with deep leather seats and chromium fittings. It was like Jack himself, dark and handsome and smooth.

” Ld » HE saw his white teeth and his white flannels gleam in the darkness. “Hello, 'Reeny,” he greeted her as

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WEDNESDAY, NOV. 24, 1937 FANNY

By Sylvia

“But what good does it do you now the mosquito season's

over?”

—By Al Capp

“The Hollis | just about taken | the count, and if he can grab a gal

| stand-offish, like Lafe.

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“Save your livery boats for your |

customers. And why shouldn't I go out with Jack, may I ask.” “Well, he's maybe not the right kind of guy” Lafe shifted his feet uneasily. “He runs with a pretty fast crowd. Maybe I know better what he's like than you do, Irene.”

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OW dare you suggest such a thing!” flashed Irene. “Why all the tirae IT was with him, he was perfectly nice! And do you think I'm not old enough to look after myself?” Tt was mean of Lafe to

Mind Your Marviers

Test your knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following questions, then checking against the authoritative answers below: 1. It it good manners to stop in the middle of a public sidewalk to talk? 2. Does a well bred person eat candy or fruit while walking along the street? 3. Should persons walk four abreast on a city sidewalk. 4. Do good manners require one to keep his voice low when talking in a crowd? 5. Is a man being courteous when he sits with his arm on the back of a woman's chair when they are in a public place like a theater?

What would you do if— You are a man, and two women who are talking are directly in your path— A. Clear your throat to attract their attention? Say, “May I pass, please? Say, “I'd like to get by if you don't mind?”

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1. No, for it inconveniences passers-by. 2. No. 3. No. 4, Yes. 5. No, he makes them both conspicuous.

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he helped her into the boat. He ‘had begun calling her 'Reeny, fa- | miliarly, as soon as he had met her. “Hello, Jackie,” she returned with | equal familiarity, She mustn't be She must show Jack that she could be just as easygoing in her manner as the other girls he knew. Sophisticated, that was it. They sped across the lake at 50 miles an hour, the lights on the other side becoming rapidly clearer.

E headed the boat up to the dock beside the Hollis boathouse, and they walked to the veranda of the house and sat in huge wicker chairs. A Japanese boy brought them drinks. “Well, let's finish our boat ride!” he cried jovially, and seized her playfully by the arm, hurrying her along to the dock. Irene began to wish she hadn't come. Jack idled the runabout along the shore and then swung into the bank where the reeds grew thickly and the willows drooped overhead. It was quite dark, for there were no shore lights. He stopped the engine and put his arms about her shoulders. A little flutter of fright seized her heart. Sometimes it was kind of hard to be sophisticated.

“ EE, 'Reeny, you sure are a looker,” murmured Jack. He bent his head and she stiffened slightly as he kissed her. If only she had gone in Lafe's boat tonight! The chugging of a launch out on the lake, faint a moment ago, became suddenly louder as a searchlight swung around the bend and headed into the reeds behind them. It came nearer, fixing itself on Jack and Irene. As it approached, Irene saw Lafe, manipulating the light sitting in one of his boats with a girl. “Something gone wrong with your engine, buddy?” Lafe bellowed. “Want me to take a look at it for you ”» “No!” shouted Jack, staring at the intruders. “There's nothing wrong!” “0. K.! Sorry to butt in!” called Lafe cheerfully, and his engine chugged as he moved back around the bend. » » »

Ls with another girl, trying to make her jealous! Oh, why did he have to do a silly thing like that just when she needed him! The tension which had vanished at the blessed sight of Lafe gripped her again. Dear Lafe so close, and now gone . . . she was alone again with Jack. Then Jack said, “I've got to go home now,” and with no explanation he started the engine and steered for the landing on the town side of the lake. To her infinite relief, he seemed indifferent to her. As soon as she was ashore she hurried to Lafe’s boat livery, feeling strangely weak at the knees. All she wanted now was to wait for

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Q—Which states have no laws that permit them to obtain any of the Federal money appropriated for the housing program? A—Arizona, California, Idaho, Towa, Kansas, Maine, Minnesota, Mississippi, Missouri, Nevada, New Hampshire, New Mexico, Oklahoma, South Dakota, Utah, Virginia, Washington and Wyoming.

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took her in his arms just as she had hoped he would. “You all right, kid?” anxiously.

he asked

" ww . ES, I'm all right, Lafe.” She began to cry a little because it made her feel better. “Why did you go away and leave me, Lafe? I thought something terrible was going to happen, but Jack wanted to go home.” “You bet he wanted to go home,” chuckled Lafe. “I fixed that.” “What do you mean, Lafe?” “I sent a telegram to the city, signed Hollis’ name to it, and when

his future bank account arrived by plane as instructed, I met her and told her I was to take her to him. The Jap servant told us which way you'd gone. And she didn't want a scene when she saw you, so I gave Jack a line about engine trouble and scrammed as soon as he'd taken a look at her.” After a minute Irene said, Lafe, let’s go for a boat ride.”

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parts; water, 10 parts.

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A—Stores or other business enterprises owned and managed by the customers, who are the ultimate consumers, for the purpose of supplying themselves at cost with commodities or services. The members of the co-operative enterprise contribute the capital and share in any profits or savings resulting from the venture in proportion to the amount of their purchases.

Q—Was there a strike in the glass works of which John D. Bigger is president, and who now is in charge of the census of unemployed in the UC. 8.? A—The workers in the Libby-Owens-Ford Co. plant at Ottawa, Ill, struck on Dec. 2, 1936, and the strike spread to other plants of the Soipany. It was settled Jan. 28, 1937.

Q—Is the former wife of the late Andrew Mellon living? How long did the marriage last?

A—Nora McMullen, the former Mrs. Andrew Mellon, is an English woman. Her marriage to Mr. Mellon took place at Hartford, England, Sept. 12, 1900, and they were divorced in 1910. She is living in England.

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Q—Did Tyrone Power appear in “One in a Million,” with Sonja Henie?

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YOUR HEALTH

By Dr. Morris Fishbein

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EOPLE frequently sweat too

much. This condition is called | hyperhidrosis. Sometimes the sweat | | has a disagreeable odor. called bromodrosis. These condi |

tions are really difficult to treat.

There are people who believe that |

if the perspiration tastes salty, it is a sign of sickness. This is an error because all perspiration is likely to be slightly salty.

Actually, perspiration is Just a |

means of eliminating water and occasionally other substances from the body. Usually excessive sweating is associated with a nervous disorder and glandular disturbances and generally it is made worse by the use of various strong stimulants in the diet. Sometimes there are disturbances of the structure of the body so tHat in certain areas of the body there is an excessive amount of sweat glands which are overactive. Occasionally a person will perspire seriously from just one spot behind the ear or over the eyebrow or in some similar area.

VERCOMING the nervous tension and controlling the glands of the body, and an application of preparations to control irritation from the perspiration may all be of value in the treatment. Especially important also are solutions

which have the power of stopping ||

excess perspiration. Preparations which women use to stop excessive perspiration under the arms usually depend on astringents containing various preparations of aluminum. In some cases the use of the X-ray will decrease the activity of the sweat glands. Here, however, there is the danger of producing excessive dryness. No such treatment should be undertaken except by one especially trained. In excessive sweating of the feet, the condition may be largely kept under control by the use of various dusting powders in the shoes. The same solution that are

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used to prevent sweating under the arms are also useful on the feet. Practically everyone has some

characteristic odor. In many instances odiferous perspiration is the result of various drugs taken into the body. In these cases, of course, the usual preparations for centrolling perspiration are of value. A general study of condition of the body may be helpful in raising the hygienic level and eliminating the

symptom.

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Apparently it's going to take a search warrant or a habeas corpus to get a glimpse of it.—Anthony Dimond, Alaskan delegate, who asked Congress to authorize the Alaska Purchase check’s transfer to Juneau for exhibition.

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