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EVER EAGER TO IMPROVE HER MIND, ABIGAIL SCRAPPLE ATTENDS A LECTURE ON *CURIQUS LEGENDS” ===

PERHAPS THE MOST FANTASTIC OF ALL LEGENDS IS THAT OF “THE GOLDEN MONKEY” IT GOES BACK FOUR HUNDRED YEARS, WHEN THE ENGLISH CHEMIST DARKMOOR STUMBLED UPON

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BUT- WHEN THE WEALTHY NORILITY LEARNED OF DARKMOOR'S DISCOVERY: THEY FEARED THAT THIS FORMULA WOULD MAKE GOLD SO COMMON THAT THEIR GREAT WEALTH WOULD BECOME WORTHLESS! DARKMOOR WAS MURDEREDHIS LABORATORY AND PAPERS 1° DESTROYED! yi: 3

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BUT THE LEGEND PERSISTS THAT, BEFORE H'S DEATH, PARKMOOR INSCRIBED HIS FORMULA CON A TINY METAL STATUETTE OF A MONKEY WITH FCLDED ARMS, AND THEN COATED IT WITH PAINT. THAT MONKEY-IF IT STILL EXISTS |S THE MOST PRICELESS OBJECT ON

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PEYTON, you're not worth the!

it would take to kill you, but! speak to Drake.”

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about that attack!

ht, go on.”

"llmer Green was behind it nad

the proposal to buy

some advance information

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about and he

tried to get an option on the place he found out

T'hen you

e owned it.” Parris spoke evenly, but] turning cold inside. “Go| He really owns a controlling] the Chronicle, but noHe backed Wardlaw paper behind his

“I object, your honor—my

i it “The Gazette “Of course. Do you think 1'll let you do this to me, and do nothing about it? Incidentally, I had a Louis|little talk with the governor prove{week. He seems an honest sort of {man.” Fulmer was red as fire said nothing for a moment, “All right, but—" “There aren't any ‘but you Fullmer? Parris! write it and have it in my want to talk to vouitomorrow after breakfast You'll won't come overiget it back in time for the paper i T'omorrow won't do.! The telephone rang: its faint Be here at the hospital in half an|kle contrasted with the Don't make it longer’ {mosphere of the room Peyton walked blindly down the|swered. from the main build-| “Hello... . Yes. . hospital to its tall gates. When? . .. I see confused. The/on down Oh me? . . ( All right, five minutes.” He replace dthe receiver “Fulmer!” Yeh.” “Peyton Graves few minutes ago.” Fulmer's eves stretched wide “Did you have anything to do with this?” “What do you mean?” “Pevton was afraid about thing. “I haven't done anything io Peyte

you mean—"

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political career You're sure? Sure A lawver in St.

named R. R. Rosebro can

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He was terribly confusion was part relief, and part apprehension and Imagine working Drake Mec-| Hugh. Drake, whom he had turned out of his office once, now crippled and married to a little nobody and living in a little house down there in the lower end of town with all Kinds of foreigners His boss! A bitter pill—but there were worse. Parris something no other man Kings Row would do. He'd live up to it He'd get straightened out. He thought again of Fulmer G and a quick per-{Graves.” dampened his face. ¢ “I hope you are telling the truth. Reaching his office, he switched {Come on, you're going with me.” on the light and sat down at his! Fulmer looked anxiously at Pardesk confidence returning with|ris, but Parris’ face was set and exliar surroundings. KRis glance pressionless. Fulmer followed him on a long envelepe. It was ajrather meekly. special delivery letter. mailed in| Parris spent much of his Kings Row that afternoon. He felt|{time with Drake and Randy, who chill go down his spine as he|were busied with their purchase and saw it was from Fulmer Green {development of the Crescent hill Pevton read the three short properties. Drake's mind. Parris felt, paragraphs at a glance, knowing had completely recovered from old what they said almost without|wounds. He was confident, happy, reading them. This finished him.| his self-esteem restored. Too late Parris to help. Or! Even more often he saw the SanDrake dors. He had begun to feel that the He scr Then he comfortable. mellow cld house was opened drawer | home again. Often Mr. Sandor and took out a He arose | spoke of his work. and walked the lavatory and] “I'm a practical horticulturist. closed the door. Now your scientists—these wizards gE 4 5 |—I do not do anything like that. opposite Parris. | First of all, that is not my job.” “What is your job, exactly?’

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I don't know where you got all Parris considered and reit was from that stink- peated the phrase “To— but if you |improve—the—common—breed. scare me-——" “Yes. Exactly. But vou underPeople like you!stand—like this: To make an imscared whenever they're provement on all fronts of adYou were a nasty, |vancement at once.” in school, afraid to| “No. I don't understand you at jump on anybody until you had a all.” gang behind you. Society alwavs| has a few like you.” |of—of bean, let us say. I work to Fulmer tried to hisimake a few more pods, each pod a mouth was dry. |little larger, to make fewer leaves “Fulmer, The Evening Chronicle maybe, to adopt the plant to a parwill publish a full retraction of tha‘ ticular climate, to make it a little that accusation of last year. I'll hardier. maybe a little quicker to furnish you with the correct data |flower—many points like that. Just The retraction won't be editorial practical improvement of It will be over your signature” bles, that's all.” “I won't do it. You're a foul.| “To improve the common breed!” Parris Mitchell.” |Parris said the words again, rather “Would you rather Miles Jack-|dreamily. : son published it in his paper? | Elise studied his face. “It would — a— eme——meny | De good if somebody would do this

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Don't Lose It! "I WAS THINKING Treatment 1.21 | Once in a while Parris talked about his grandmother to Elsie as C. A. HELM they walked across the hills, and g 00% 0dd Fellow Bids. } through the yellow autumn fields.

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client's telling the truth!” | He watched her as she talked. The half-stately phrases of her careful English had a special charm. It reminded him of his grandmother's speech. There was an odd flavor, almost exotic, about her utterance of the simplest commonplace. “Dr. Mitchell, question.” *All right” "The first time came here, when vou came up on the terrace, vou asked me if my name was Renee Why did vou think that might be mv name?’ : “I think IT was startled by way vou looked ’ “Like someone named Renee?" “She was a little girl I used tn play with’ She looked sweetheart?” "TI was a on the | house’ | “What became of her?” A look, like a sudden shadow, crossed his face Elsie had seen the expression before. : "She went away left.” “Oh It

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small place—in

She lived overseer’s

The family You never saw her again?” was long ago.” The shadow lay on his face again, and Rlsie said no more. They climbed a barbed-wire fence, and Elsie tore her skirt. He had helped her over the fence, and still held her hand. They walked on through the tall dry grass of an open field, 8 ” 8 | | THAT WINTER Parris set about | ‘organiging his notes and his published articles into a book. The work proved more difficult than he had expected. and as a consequence the saw very little of Randy and | Drake or of the Sandors. He | planned to go to Vienna in May for [final consultation with the board of editors. It was to be a hurried trip. One evening Randy rather late. “I want to see you, Parris. Could you come down?” Randy met him at | “Drake's sick, Parris.” “What's wrong?” | "He's in a great deal of pain. In his hip He's been complaining [some all winter. But I thought it | Was fatigue. He staved propped up too long at a time. That's what | | Dr. McNeill thought. too.” “Does Drake—did he tell Drake! anything?” ! "No. But he left a | Drake's easier just now.” { Parris found Drake half asleep, | but tossing restlessly. He felt ex- ( tremely depressed when he left the | { house. His interview with Dr. McNeill! | conimes his fears, ¢ "Of course, Dr. {must be a consultation. | fairly sure.” | “It's not—?” Parris choked a! little and cleared his throat. Dr. McNeill sensed the question. | “An operation would be useless.’ | | “How long?" Dr. McNeill shrugged doubtfully. “TI don’t give him more than six months—maybe less.” Copvtight, 1940. by Henry Bellaman | (To Be Continued)

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