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By RACHEL MACK

CAST OF CHARACTERS POLLY CHELSEY, heroine; stranded London when war breaks out. JERRY WHITFIELD, hero; the Yankee who sees her through. CABELL BANKS, privateer captain,

Yesterday: Jerry plans to aid Polly's escape from England, for he is thoroughIy in love with her. They are to flee across the English Channel in a smuggler’s boat,

CHAPTER SIX

LD Oliver Dart did not always sit in his study. Often his withered legs took him through the streets on long walks—sometimes down to the water front where, 100k= ing at ships and sailors, he was pleasurably reminded of the time when his warehouse used to ship tea to the colonies. It was not to remind himself of other days, however, that he set out for the river this morning. He went on an errand regarding one Jerry Whitfield, American seaman, who had visited him in his study last night. “A bully!” he muttered. “An upstart! An enemy to England!” An hour later old Dart, who knew his river front, was seated in a mean tavern that smelled of the sea and bad rum. The clothes he wore (he had borrowed them from his porter) did not betray him as a man of property, and so he could sit un-

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sip grog while studying his fellow

men, When he finally spied a large |

man with a torn ear and a broken nose, carelessly mended, he beckoned to him.

When the man arrived he said to him, “Sit with me, friend. I'll buy you grog’ and he drew up a stool invitingly. After the second glass of hot watered rum had been downed by his new acquaintance, Oliver Dart tested his shrewd guess. “I'll wager you're the best man the press-gang’s got! With your muscles, now, and your chest—" The torn-eared one did not deny his calling. In fact, he clarified it. “Never a man I've been set on ‘as ever got away from me,” he stated with professional pride.

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A said Oliver Dart. “Just as I thought, . . . Listen, my friend. I've a little assignment for you. At the Unicorn and Crown Tavern there's an American seaman named Jeremiah Whitfield—" His voice dropped to a whisper; but the ‘pressman, accustomed to getting his instructions in just such cautious manner, turned his torn ear attentively and left off drinking grog. “A poun’ in advance for me,” he pronounced when old Dart had finished, “an’ a poun’ to pay the woman for ‘er part.” “Too much! You'll get your pay from the ship's captain, too, you robber.” “The money comes down from the Admirals, sir, I grant ye. A tidy little quid to pay for every deserter that’s caught. But by the time it gets down to us in the press-gangs, sir, it's dribbled somethin’ awful. An’ us havin’ the work an’ the rill” Old Dart grumblingly brought out the two pounds, being careful to show it was all he had on his aged person, except a shilling or two to pay the bartender. “Get at it tonight,” he ordered. “These tricky Yankees have a way of slipping through the fingers. And remember! Let it be plainly seen at the tavern that Whitfield’s had speech with a pretty girl before going out. . . . Not too flashy,” he advised thoughtfully. “Something neat and rather tasty would do the trick.” “I understand, sir. There's a fine-looking barmaid at the Sheaf of Wheat, edge of town. Used to be a actress. She plays a role now and then to ’elp swell ’is Majesty’s Navy an’ ‘er own pocketbook. She as ‘er ‘ushand’s consent. Very regular it is, an’ respectable.

LD Oliver Dart walked home by way of the commons, feeling sprightly and gay, as one does when one has accomplished a neat piece of business. He saw a girl with her bonnet hanging down her back by its ribbons, throwing sticks for a little mongrel dog to retrieve. She reminded him of Polly Chelsey, but only vaguely. The girl was care-free and Trelaxed, very unlike the tense and antagonistic Miss Chelsey as he recalled her at their last meeting. Moreover, she appeared to be the dog’s owner of long standing. Polly Chelsey had had no cumbrances beyond a trunk. He went on his way, and when Polly saw his narrow but erect back moving toward Hempill St. she gave a little gasp of concern. Had he recognized her? She called Nuisance to heel and set out for the Unicorn and Crown, walking very rapidly. The sight of the bitter old man had set all sorts of ominous thoughts to seething in her mind. But as she turned a corner and neared the entrance of the decent tavern which now seemed a haven of refuge to her, she saw Jerry swinging along toward her. She saw his bronzed face light at sight of her, saw his hands reach out toward her impulsively, possessively, as a lover's might. And then everything was right again, and hostile London existed only for a girl and & lad from America who had found each other there. » » ” ERRY said, “We'll eat braised beef in the tavern and afterward go to see Buckingham Palace, if you're in the notion.” “I'm in the notion!” Polly assured him. “Did you seal friendship with the smuggler?” “Were like that!” Jerry answered, holding up two parallel fingers. “Tomorrow morning you and I leave by coach for Dover. We'll stay the night there. The following morning we start toward Deal. . . . Somewhere short of Deal there’s a wretched fishing village where this smuggler puts in before stopping at his cove, further on. . . . Well, I've got our instructions, and it’s going to cost us five pounds each to be carried across the Channel.” “It seems dear,” Polly said, calculating the equivalent in American money. “About $25, isn’t it?” She had barely $50 to her name and she knew Jerry had less. “He may even raise his price in midchannel, Jerry,” she speculated with concern. “You can count on me keeping him te his bargain, Polly. Just rely on me and don’t worry. The Channel’s narrow. Once we reach France, we're safe. We'll be in time to catch

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Then home, Polly! Home! Do you realize what that means?” “It's going to mean more to me than it's ever meant before.” Polly said. Then she confided, quite without self-consciousness: “I'm going to be proud, Jerry, showing you off in Lyme! There's a Mrs. Pell there with three handsome daughters, all well married, who can never remember to ask me to any parties except sewing circle. It used to anger me when I was young and foolish.” “What are you now?” Jerry asked tenderly. “Aren’t you just 18?” ” EJ on OLLY laughed. “Yes, but I've learned wisdom and patience early. It used to hurt me, seeing the other Lyme girls my age going to seminary and embroidering samplers at the front window while I had to study at home with Dick and roughen my hands scrubbing floors and kettles. . Yes, and helping my father mend fish nets and sails.” “My poor Polly! And you with as good blood as the finest of them!” “I'm not bitter about it!” declared Polly honestly. “Never a night's passed but I've thanked God

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I was able to take my mother’s place. But Jerry, I will be proud to walk down the street of Lyme on your arm and introduce my husband to Mrs. Pell!” Jerry felt that he loved Polly Chelsey more deeply with each new revelation of herself. She was complex and full of infinite variety. Though mature in body and dignity, her shining youth darted out at times in ways as amusing as this childish feud with cruel Mrs. Pell, the village snob who had hurt her. “I must try to make it up to her,” Jerry told himself. Ambition stirred him. The thought, “A ship of my own!” rang through his mind like a clarion call. . . . But first there was this war. One’s country came first. One's flag before one’s sweetheart. . . . They went into the public room now and had braised beef for dinner, because it was cheaper than guinea fowl, and even Jerry, the munificent, had begun to count pennies.

(To Be Continued)

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

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the unhurried “owl” train, which stopped at all stations from San Diego on, pulled into the long, cool arches of the Los Angeles terminal and disgorged the usual motley assortment of ranchers, businessmen, oil well workers and office clerks bound for the city and affairs of the day. Perkins sauntered along the aisle toward the exit. He was in no special hurry. At this hour of the morning, he knew, practically everybody connected with the prosecutor’s office in the new skyscraper building would either be still asleep or trying to make a cup of coffee take the place of the sleep a party somewhere had stolen.

Besides, in the breast pocket of his unobtrusive blue serge suit was a thing that rather removed all temptation to hurry. No man with a written resignation in his pocket is liable to break any speed laws getting to the boss in order to present it. The chief’s instructions had been to come back with Lamont Dunlop or the warrant. He had the warrant, but no Dunlop, and the resignation was the thing he knew was all that could possibly take Dunlop's place. Perkins walked moodily past the sleek length of the streamliner which had just pulled in from the East, but his eyes took in none of the majesty of the queen of the rails. » »

N HIS preoccupation he almost missed seeing the man he had spent two solid months chasing. In fact, when the immaculately groomed figure of the screen idol of millions of women suddenly materialized before him like a fade-in shot, he couldn't believe it was true. “Monty!” Perkins almost shouted, clapping him heavily on the shoulder. “By all that’s holy, you're about the last person on earth I ever expected to see again!” Dunlop smiled jauntily. “You sound as though you'd been losing sleep over it!” he bantered. “Don’t tell me you've gotten a sud-

Mind Your Manners

Test your knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following questions, then checking against the authortative answers below: 1. If two couples are doubledating, is it courteous for the two men or the two girls ta spend most of the time talking to each other? 2. Is it good manners for a girl to tell a man what a good time she had the night before with another man? 3. When a man and woman are dining together, does she give her order directly 40 the waiter? 4. Is loud laughter a sign of good breeding? 5. Is it good usage to say, “Permit me to assist you”?

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Answers 1. No. 2. No—and poor technique besides! 3. No. 4. No. 5. No. Use the less stilted “May I help you?”

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den yearning to have me back as a roommate!” “Listen, Monty, I don’t feel like kidding this morning, at least not yet. And that crack about us rooming together not so long ago doesn’t help the picture any!” Dunlop raised inquisitive eyebrows. “You sound like a disaster on its way to happen, Perk. What's the plot?” “I've got to arrest you, Monty, not because I want to, but because it's my sworn duty. Funny, isn’t it?” Perkins snorted at the irony of the situation. “Here you get me the job with the prosecutor’s office when you get a break and now I have to slap a warrant on you to keep it.”

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HE actor’s face under the jaunty leghorn hat creased into an amused grin. “Let's hear the worst,” he demanded. “I guess I can take it, can’t I, Merrill.” He turned slightly toward the tall, heavy-set man Perkins had hardly noticed standing close to Monty. “Perk, this is Merrill from Kansas City. I've gotten quite attached to him lately!” Perkins acknowiedged the introduction and plunged back into his exposition of the bizarre situation. “Right here in my pocket, Monty,” he said without enthusiasm, “I've got a warrant sworn out by Irina Dunlop. It says you deserted her and, likewise, scrammed with a lot of valuable diamonds you'd given her.” “That seems to cover the ground rather well,” Dunlop agreed amiably. “Personally I could add more to it.” “Check!” Perkins snapped. “Listen Monty, I know it’s a bum deal Irina’s trying to spring. Why you ever married her is a mystery to me. If she was my wife, she'd have me crazy in a week.”

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" Y dear Perkins,” Dunlop informed him, “the few small instances of her uninhibited temperament which you have chanced to witness in the past are hardly representative of the real thing! You should have seen her when she got off to a really decent start!” “I know, Monty, or at least I can imagine. Dames in this dizzy town are liable to get queer notions about riding herd on their husbands, especially if they're popular and have a lot of screen-struck bims hanging around trying to figure an angle!” “You don’t,” stated Dunlop, “appreciate the half of it! But about this warrant—you'd better hand it over, old man, and make sure of that job. They don’t float around these parts any too freely these days, I've heard.” “You and I are buddies still, I guess,” Perkins hesitated. “I've spent two months chasing you all over the state, down in Mexico, over in the desert, in Arizona, New Mexico and nearly everywhere else. But if you say so, nuts to the job! I'll tear up the plaster!” “It can’t hurt me now,” Dunlop insisted gently. “You'd better give it to me and have a clear conscience.” Perkins was thinking. “It might be a blessing in disguise, at that, Monty,” he figured aloud. “A divorce would set you right again. I know you've been taking it on the chin like a sport—all this nagging and jealousy and temperament. But here's something I never figured I'd spill. You're not the only man she’s interested in even if you are her husband!” Dunlop's jaw muscles stiffened and then relaxed before he smiled obscurely at Perkins. “I found that out for myself a short while ago, Perk,” he confided, “so you're not telling tales out of school. In fact, I've investigated the matter pretty thoroughly!”

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in agreement. “It’s all settled. You probably haven’t heard, but a week ago Irina scrammed to Kansas City with this mug you were telling me about. I followed him there, because queer as it seems, I really loved her.” “You mean you found them together in Kansas City?” “Just that!” Dunlop asserted. “So you may as well give me that warrant. There will be no prosecution, because uniorvaisiely, § Merrill here

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Perkins grinned. “It all works out. You get the warrant, I keep my job, and you don’t have a thing to worry about!” “No, I don’t have a thing to worry about,” Dunlop agreed with an answering grin as he reached out for the warrant. For the first time Perkins noticed a peculiar thing. Between Dunlop’s wrist and Merrill's hung the links of what appeared to be a very businesslike and efficient pair of handcuffs. THE END. is, Lo and tharacters in

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By DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN

American Medical Journal Editor

SCIENTIFIC committee appointed by the Health Section of the League of Nations and representing authorities from Denmark, Holland, England and France recently considered the chief objections to pasteurization, of milk. There are five such objections: First, pasteurization affects the price of milk, since it involves an added expense. The objection to pas eurization comes mostly from small farmers who do not care to sell their milk to the large distributors but who prefer to sell it themselves. However, it is pointed out that in most countries pro-ducer-retailers contribute only a small amount of the milk sold for liquid consumption. Certainly the danger to the public health from such milk is so great that safety should not be sacrificed for the

producers. ” ” ” EXT, it is argued that compulsory pasteurization makes the producers careless about cleanliness. Actually, pasteurization will not make a dirty milk clean. Moreover, in the operation of the pasteurization machinery, clean milk is essential. It has been said that the farmer who sells his milk to a large distributor pays less attention to cleanliness because the milk from his farm will be mixed with milk coming from other farms and that, therefore, the condition of his product will not be recognized. This, of course, is not an argument against cleanliness but against the bulking of milk from various farms. It has also been argued that compulsory pasteurization might cause the producers to believe it unnecessary to remove diseased animals from their milking herds. This argument, of course, is not a valid one because the removal of diseased animals from the herd is necessary for the herds safety much more than for the production of safe milk. Animals free from disease are

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stroys some of the useful qualities of the milk. The most recent in= vestigations fail to show any sig= nificant difference between the nutritive value of raw milk and pasteurized milk. Pasteurization may cause a slight diminution of vitamin C. The amount of vitamins C and D in milk, however, is never sufficient to satisfy the needs of the growing baby, and an extra supply of these vitamins is given the child in other

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