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POLLY CHELSEY, heroine; stranded In London when war breaks out. : JERRY WHITFIELD, hero; the Yankee Who sees her through. CABELL BANKS, privateer captain,

Yesterday: Appointing himself Polly’s dprotector in London, Jerry asks her to marry him. He is already much in love.

CHAPTER FIVE - RE you making a joke, Jerry?” Polly asked in an’ uncertain voice. “People don't talk of marrying when they've just met.” Jerry held her hands and looked down into her face. “Look at me, Polly! Do I look like a man that’s joking? I figure there are troubles ahead of us. Dangers, even. We can face them better as man and wife.” “Oh! So it’s convenience you're thinking of!” “It’s love I'm thinking of, Polly. But I'm not denying the convenience of the arrangement. Well? What have you to say?” “This is the most upsetting thing that ever happened to me,” Polly answered. “There was a miller in Lyme that proposed to me before I left home. And last Christmas Eve, after carol singing, a young farmer did the same. But it did nothing to my heart, either time.” “Has my proposal done something to your heart, Polly?” The girl looked up at the bronzed young seaman and answered honestly, “My heart's going like a loud ticking clock, Jerry.” Polly went and sat down sedately. “There's something about English marriage laws you've yet to learn, Jerry. There must be a publishing of the banns in a church for three Sundays before the wedding day. Then, if any soul objects, the marriage can be stopped. My mother was Mary Dart, a London girl. She fell in love with my father when she met him here in her cousin’s countinghouse. It was his first voyage over as captain of his own brig, the Proud Lyme. He courted her whirlwind fashion and she accepted him, but the Darts were wild. My father’s sister, My Aunt Kate Chelsey, had come over with him to see London. So it was that my mother went back to America with them and was married in Connecticut, simple fashion. That way, they got around the banns and outwitted the Darts.” Jgrry said impatiently, “Banns! So’ the crazy English have us in another tangle, have they?”

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E walked back and forth across the room while his anger seethed. He was not one to take defeat meekly. It was a while before he. could say in a natural voice, “Very well, Polly. Of course we can’t wait for banns to be published. If I must abide by English laws, I must. I'll be merely your cousin and stop courting you till I can do it with honor. Good night, Polly. Ill see you tomorrow after I've planned a way to get us to France.” “Well, now!” Polly exclaimed, somewhat taken aback at having stopped his courtship so effectively. “I bid you good night, Cousin Jerry Whitfield!” “There’s the matter of your trunk,” Jerry said from the doorway. “It would be better for me to go and get it tonight than to wait till morning. Tell me just how to get to the Dart house in Hempill street.” Polly told him. “But I dread for you to go to that house, Jerry. If there were only my clothes in the trunk I'd never let you go. But there’s my mother’s miniature and my money. We'll need the money to get me out of England. Will you be careful not to excite Mr. Dart?” “I'll not wave an American flag or strike him,” Jerry answered with a grin. “I promise. Go to bed now, and to sleep.” He kissed her on the forehead, much as her brother Dick might have done, and went out.

T was 10 o'clock when Jerry got out of the gig before Oliver Dart’s house and knocked on the oaken door. Mrs. Broggs admitted him. When he said, “I've come to get Miss Polly Chelsey’s things,” she gave an exclamation of concern. “Lud, sir! Do you know where she is?” “Yes, I do. She's safe with me at a tavern. I'm a cousin of her father’s, from America, and I mean to look after her. I've got a gig waiting outside. Tell me where her trunk is, and I'll fetch it down to the street.” “Lud!” exclaimed Mrs. Broggs again. “Master's got it! He found out tonight that she’d run off, so he had it carried down to his study, to go through.” “Where is his study?” asked Jerry, visibly angry. “At the head of the stairs on the floor above, sir. But wait! I can see you're hot-tempered. You'll throw Mr. Dart into a rage, likely.” “Well, he’s already thrown me into one. What's he searching Miss Chelsey’s clothes’ - for? Firearms? Take me to him.” * When the woman ushered Jerry Whitfield into Oliver Dart’s study it was evident that they could not have arrived at -a more unfortunate moment. The old man was ripping a skirt hem with his penknife and pulling out pieces of buckram which he evidently suspected of being paper. Garments were strewn about on floor, table and chairs, giving that pitiful effect which personal objects always give when desecrated. “Stop that!” Jerry said. “When it so pleases me. Who are ou?” ¥ “My name’s Jeremiah Whitfield. I'm cousin to Trepid Chelsey of Connecticut and I mean to take care of -his daughter. I've come to get her belongings.” He turned to Mrs. Broggs. “Madam gather up everything at once, so I can take the trunk down.” “Do so, Mrs. Broges. gai old Oliver Dart, laying down penknife. “I find nothing incriminat-

“Where is the girl's money?” Jerry asked. “And her mother’s picture?” “I've taken the money,” said Oliver Dart, “as a very small payment toward what America owes me. I've also retained the miniature, since that was paid for with Dart money. The frame is of some value.” » # » - IVE me" those things” Jerry said, much too angry to tihnk clearly. “Youre too old for me to fight, but I'll pry you loose from ‘em if I have to shake your riggin’

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protecting my rights. You'll find what you're looking for in the table drawer over there. See that you deliver it to the girl.” “She’ll get it,” Jerry replied, “if I live to get to the Unicorn and Crown.” * Mrs. Broggs, who was closing the trunk lid, looked up obliquely at Jerry and laid her finger on her lips. But the damage was done. Old Oliver Dart had his greatniece’s London address, if he cared to use it. He sat passively silent as Jerry departed with the trunk. He neither scowled nor smiled but sat with his face closed in upon itself, and his finger tips delicately meeting. Jerry waited till next morning to restcre Polly's property to her. He found her satisfyingly appreciative She went to him and kissed him fleetingly on the lips. “As a grateful person kisses a very kind cousin,” she said, laughing. After they had looked at the miniature she hung it around her neck on a chain. The money, she asked him to keep for her. He made no effort to take her in his arms, but his eyes were so ardent that she knew she had not dreamed his love making of last night. It was rather sweet, she

realized, to find the fire still very much alive under the ashes of honor and caution he had spread.

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T= been at the docks since daylight,” he said. “I've found a way for us to get out of England. Can you be brave and level-headed beyond the average woman, Polly?” “I doubt if I'm naturally that way,” answered Polly, “but I can try. What is the plan, Jerry?” “Chet Wheeler put me on to it.

got in touch with one of them. This day week he’ll take us across the Channel to a fishing port near Calais. Chet’s already gone to Dover, to wait. To hide out, rather.” “But for me,” Polly said, “you'd be at Dover with him. The Unicorn and Crown’s an awfully public place for an American sailor to be. When I came to you yesterday, Jerry, you lost precious time and took on a useless burden. Two useless burdens!” she insisted, over his protest, for her ‘dog could be heard barking down in the stable yard. “I'd better take Nuisance to the commons and let him run.” “Ill walk part way with you, Polly,” Jerry said. “But I must go back to the docks and seal friendship with that Frenchspeaking rascal whos to take us across.” They left the tavern and walked a piece together through the London streets, each comforted by the nearness of the other. Then, before he took a lane leading down to the river, Jerry watched Polly walk toward the commons, the little mongrel at her heels. Her lovely head was held high and her body swayed in the long graceful strides of an American village girl who can listen to a lark sing while driving home the cow. . . . “The sweet!” he said tenderly. For though he had come ashore at London two months ago to see the town (and had done so, right thoroughly) he had seen nothing in feminine form—neither through fine coach windows nor behind tap-room bars nor on the boards of Drury Lane Theater—as appealing as honest Polly Chelsey from Connecticut.

(To Be Continued)

A smuggling clique works out of a

(All events, names and characters in this story are wholly fictitious.)

Daily Short Story

THE GHOST—By Robert Rossow

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“Y REFUSE to sell this house just because your company wants to put a gas station on the property, and I refuse to let you marry my daughter. You're not making enough money to support a pet canary.” Hubert P. Lowden, owner of the Excelsior Coal Mine, lighted his cigar with an air of finality. He considered the problem settled. Not so young Kenneth Howe. “But, Mr. Lowden, if I swing this deal with you for the gas company T'll get a raise that will make it easy to support a canary.” “Don’t get personal,” Patricia. “I didn’t mean you, dear,” said Ken. “But if your father will only listen to reason—” “I haven't heard any to listen to,” said Mr. Lowden. “Besides, I'm busy right now, so we'll have to postpone this discussion. They're opening a new lode in the mine just across the river and blasting will begin any minute now. I understand the new vein comes practically under my house.

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“ HEN you won't sell?” “Have a cigar. No, I won't sell.” “Darling,” said Patricia, when her father had left them, “it’s no use. Our wedding will just have to wait.” “We'll see about that,” announced the young Mr. Howe. And he departed with a peculiar light in his eye. Two days later the same three

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were gathered in the Lowdens’ front room. “And this,” said Mr. Lowden, holding a piece of writing paper up to the light, “is the second note I've received. It reads something like the first. ‘You're house is haunted. The ghost of your predecessor will not lie quiet until you're gone from these premises. Leave at once. Every night at midnight the ghost will walk.’ And the deuce of it is,” Mr. Lowden went on, “the ghost has walked. Right on the stroke of 12 I hear a series of distinct thumpthumps. It’s uncanny.”

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" ON'T look at me,” said Ken. “I've been out with Patricia the last two nights at 12. I guess that’s an alibi.” Lowden was distinctly nervous. Obviously the thing was affecting him. “The worst part of it is, I can’t seem to trace the noise down to any one room. Last night I thought at first it was coming from the master bedroom upstairs. I went up. Nothing there. Then it seemed to be coming from the cellar. Nothing there, either. Then it seemed to be coming from the back yard.” “Whoever the ghost is,” murmured Ken, “he seems to like traveling.” “Well,” said Mr. Lowden, “I won't move. This is my house and no damn ghost is going to scare me out of it.” A little later he excused himself and went off to bed. “He's really upset,” said Patricia. “He was always very superstitious. When he heard those sounds last night he must have been frightened to death. When you brought me home from the dance he was walking the floor, too afraid to go to sleep. And with all the worry of the new mine lode, his nerves are in a terrible state.” = 2 = “¥y SUPPOSE I should weep,” said Ken, “but maybe the ghost will scare him into selling the house.” “Ken Howe,” flared Patricia, “if I thought for a minute that you would stoop to such a low-down trick—" “Why, darling,” objected Ken, “how could I have anything to do with it? I was with you all the time he was hearing those noises. How could I have made noises under this house when I was dancing the new day in with you?” Another day went by and another note from the mysterious writer. And more noises at midnight. Mr. Lowden was beginning to show the effects of his adventures with the ghost. He looked pale and haggard. He seemed to lose all appetite for his meals, and even his favorite cigar lost its flavor. A week later Mr. Lowden announced his intentoin of taking a trip to Florida. On the eve of his departure he made another announcement. “I'm going to sell the house,” he told Ken. “And I might as well sell it to your company. It isn’t that I'm afraid of the ghost—" “Not at all,” said Ken. “It’s just that I need a rest. Besides this old place is a little too big for my present needs. So, congratulations, Kenneth. You'll probably get your raise now.”

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“Thats the most wonderful news I've ever heard. And to think it all came about because of a ghost.” “What ghost?” demanded Patricia. “Do you really think there was a ghost, after all?” “I know there was,” said Ken. “Now, now, don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t the ghost. But I knew all the time what was frightening your father. I really sent the notes, but I wasn’t making the noises. He was making them himseM, so to speak.” : “Kenneth!” “Now, darling, there wasn’t anything wrong. You remember he said they were opening a new mine lode almost under his house? Well, I inquired about that and I was told the men would be working in night shifts as well as in the daytime. In fact, I learned that the blasting would be done at the beginning of the midnight shift. So all I did was capitalize on something your father himself had ordered.”

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By Dr. Morris Fishbein

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ANY older people can remember the time when milk was delivered by the farmer himself in a large can from which he poured the daily milk supply into a bucket that was left at the kitchen door. In those, days milk often was visibly dirty, and was not even strained to remove such matter, Even visibly dirty milk may be safer than other milk that looks cleaner, because the latter may contain germs which are invisible. Certain outbreaks of disease in both Europe and the United States have been traced to milk produced under exceptionally clean conditions.

The germs responsible for dangerous: milk may come from the diseased udder of the cow, from the hands of people who handle the milk, or from the water supply.

HERE is no question but that milk today is much cleaner than it used to be. Partly because of legislation and partly as a result of education, milk is now produced under much cleaner conditions than formerly. Yet even with such cleanliness there is great danger of contamination with dangerous germs. In the first place, even if the milk is taken from the udder of a cow untouched by human hands, it may still contain a considerable number of germs. To prevent them from reaching the consumer, therefore, the germs must be destroyed within the milk itself. Fortunately, the germs ordinarily present in milk produced under clean conditions usually are nos harmful. o ” os O produce a milk that is as clean as possible, all the utensils involved must be sterilized by boiling, by steaming, or by the use of chemicals. For chemical sterilization various compounds of chlorine are ordinarily used. The objection to chlorine is that some of it may be left in the can. An excess of

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