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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Seaforth News, 1930-01-30, Page 6itituommummumn !i uu°iilo+�h!iuffliN iluuul!umQpiHfi�ll� . . (A ,THi.PZ. PP B V CHAPTER IX. THE DIRECTION FINDER: !'Curtis you were up to something devilish --I knew it!"repeated Vario as he faced Jack over the table at the Binnacle. "When you saw me drive up here you suddenly changed your tune, You ran to cover—to cover yourself!" The waiter, Herman, sniveled. His face was livid. lie bowed and almost fawned on Vario, took hold of hiin, for all the world like a drowning man catching at a straw. "Furthermore, I believe you slipped that vial into this. man's pocket— perhaps you palmed it—did a little sleight of hand. You inhuman cad! I could cane you!" -Ruth was speechless. Jack had been working himself into an almost apoplectic rage as Vario hurled the accusation at him. Ile shot out his forefinger, pointing at the tea- cup that had been before him: "Would _ I—poison—myself!" he menaced, "We'll settle that," came back Vario sharply. "I'll undertake to label this all and seal it in the presence of you as witnesses, Then I'll send it to some reputable laboratory for analysis." The waiter scurried about getting Varioed flasks. turn to Ruth with excessive courtesy, "Miss Walden—I must insist—for your own safety—I'll drive you back to the Club. Your mo- ther cannot stand much more, she has been through so much anguish in the last two days.' Ruth looked from Vario to Jack, still sputtering impotently. "Thank you, Professor. It's very kind of you to take such an intdrest. They left Curtis standing, still boil- ing with rage, beside his motor. As Vario's car disappeared, Jack sprang into his own and shot down the South Shore road toward a short cut to the crass island highway. Nita Walden's surprise was great when she saw Vario with Ruth. "Where's Jack Curtis?" she exclaimed. "Oh; Ruth, dear, any more trouble?" "No, Mummsy, nothing much .. . Jack was a little off in the head .. . but Professor Vario came along .. . rand ..." bIrs. Walden beamed her apprecia- tion of Vario's help. Ruth decided to wait until there were- more facts before she made an accusation. "You'll let me know the —the result?" she asked. Vnrie promised, ar.d with a forced, light-hearted remark, Ruth turned and ran urr the stairs to her room. Meanwhile, on the apposite porch of the Club, which was otherwise desert- ed, Vire, only a few moments before, had tucked her arm under Garrick's and drawn hint into the privacy of the glassed -in winter solarium. There was something seething in her mind. "It's about Glenn," she cried tensely. bringing her two hands together. "You know all about the loner Circle ... and Georges. Well, Glenn was aur treasurer when we first started—is yet, in e way, I suppose. Oh, it may have been all right when ave started. It was fun and all that. It was unique. It was smart. But . .1 one thing led to another . . and .. . Guy. Oh. get him out of it all . . get hiin out of it ... clean!" "But who's at the head of it all— this isVelvet Gang, as P an • the olive call it?" t?" Vires looked up quickly, a frightened stare or. her face. But she said no- thing. "I don't want to drag all you foolish yeang folks into anything. I want to keep you out of it, I'm not half so much interested even in catching these bootlegging profiteers higher up as I am in getting you ou: of your foolish- ness—clean." " "I'mn sick of it all. So are Glenn— land Ruth—only they're too proud to ! !admit it. Someone must make the 1reak. I felt that I could—swallow �,Y pride, 3 ar "Whose was that gruff voice, a man, that I heard this morning over the dictagraph in the Pink Room? Brock?" Garrick had figured on betrayal by surprise. He in turn was not surpris- ed by the naive stare in return nor by the firm silence. He had seen too many women on the witness stand. Vira had made up her mind to talk— but not too ,much. It was not three minutes later when Dick received another shock. Mrs. Walden had hastened to, pour out the news of the Binnacle episode, as far as she knew it, to Garrick. "This thing has gone just about far enough, Dick," Garrick announced en- ergetically. `Now is the moment to act in earnest. Take these robberies, first, Why ... and by whom? What- ever her foolishness and love of ad- venture, Ruth just simply could not have been concernedin them. Now, start at the beginning. There's that girl's hat used in the Gerard robbery, the one I've got in the Club safe. Whose is that? I know what you're going to say. Rae Larne's. Maybe. ride Guy." "The 'Sea Vamp' has gone," he said, as they looked out over the empty harbor. But can you prove it? And if you can, that's a long way from connecting her with the hold-up." "That devil, Jack Curtis!" ground out Dick. "They're two of a kind. I'll bet if we could raid his room at the hotel, we'd get something—maybe a picture of Rae—with the hat. I think that was his camera after all that you pinched." Garrick swing on his heel. "Curtis. Just what I was thinking. Let's jump over there—get him right, quick." At the hotel they learned that Cur- tis had cleaned out everything that forenoon, had checked out, and had disappeared. Over the telephone Garrick called the Page place. Beth was not at home but her mother, with considerable re- lief, replied: "Miss Larue? Miss La - rue left rather hurriedly for the city this afternoon., I believe she expects her mother from the coast." "Mrs. Walden said that Curtis had started down the_ South Shore road when Vario left. Ruth looked back and saw him. Garrick was climbing in under the wheel when a blue streak shot along Main Street regardless of local law. He jabbed at his screecher of a horn, "It's Glenn." He waved and signal - Glenn bre over to the curb a ed. o couple of hundred yards ahead. "Jump in, Dick," "Wheres the fire?" joked Garrick. "Just going up to see Vira—with Ruth." "Say, Glenn—" confidentially "there's no use keeping this under cover. I heard you say, in the Pink Room, you'd taken that Parr stuff to your own garage to protect Vire.. Are you the only one that has a key to that place? Now, play straight, -Glenn. This is for your own good. Did I ever do you a dirty trick—or Dick?" Glenn threw away an almost fresh cigarette, lighted another, threw it A peen lir away and. stood foolishly with the +, burnt match in his hand. "That's the Armistice Da way I am, Gup-as nervous as hell. y I might as we11 make a clean breast of ib.... Just give me tonight to think it aver, , . Well, anyway .. - yes, I gave the key to Rae Larne once:" - Glenn departed, a bit relieved at postponing the evil day of confession. "Well, if Rae Larue had it, they all had it, anyone who wanted it," hastily reasoned Garrick. "That place is . a cache for their stuff. I don't need the key. I'll get in. Come on to the city!" Glenn's garage was easy. It was indeed an "unbonded warehouse." There were cases enough to have meant a tidy little fortune. "What shall we do?". asked Dick. "Hand it over to the police?" "Not yet. I must get Glenn and the others some sort of immunity for what they didn't do. They don't deserve it —but they're just wise young fools. Garrick thought a moment. "You see, the net result of some of our new -com- mandments has been to make various phases of lawbreaking fashionably smart. Only this is a bit extreme." He moved over to the telephone and called the Astra Agency of private de- tectives to furnish a guard until the ring -leader was caught and he was ready to make final disposition of the case. Dick discovered a wireless set on a worktable in the rear, Mechanically he started tuning in. Dick was startled. "Someone's broadcasting what they call news," he said. "It . . it can't be.' It must be some crazy amateur. 'Ruth Walden, the heiress, has eloped with John Cur- tis!" Garrick seized the phones. "Ama- teur—perhaps; crazy, no! Did you ever stop to consider the radio as a means for slander? Talk about your poison pen writers! Science has put into the hands of blackmailers the most dangerous of weapons. Your story is spread to a million fans. And there's not a chance of tracing it to your slanderer!" "There isn't? The devil there isn't. T can. I will!" exclaimed Dick. "If it keeps up." Everything he needed seemed there on the workbench. It was compara- tively simple to make a loop of copper wire wound eight times around a frame four feet square. Ile hung it from the ceiling, free. He connected up the receiving set, then began turning' the loop slowly. "A directional receiver,' explained Dick. "It must be orientated toward the hidden sender. Really it's a radio compass." By the time the Astra Agency men arrived Dick had it pointed. Every few minutes a new message came in. They left the men in charge and climbed in the car. The direction had This Beautiful Little Essay, Written by the Author of "All Quiet on the Western Front" is an Indication' to Humanity That There is Still Hope "for Peace in the World. E R UE ByE ICH MARIA R MA Q R ARA It le 'inconceivable to us to -day, ten years after the war, that there was a time when hate and blindness and en- ror stifled the Impulse of man to seek the truth.. Only from ignorance could such: hate and blindness and,error spring; the Ignorance that blocks the way of man toward.truth. Millions of Frenchmen and Englishmen and Americans believed the Germans to be Buns who, for their chief pursuits, slew children and ravaged women. And millions of Germans believed that the French were destined by na- ture to be their arch enemies, that Russians all and sundry were bar- barians and that Englishmen and Americans fought the war solely as a part of a cold, business -like quest for speculation and trade. It mattered not that such notions were false and one-sided. The war lent them strength. Spurred by their inner striving, men had made a common lot of their great works of philosophy,.of art. of knowledge. But the war had drag- ged these into the dust. A man shut his eyes and saw In his oppon- ent only the enemy, never another man. To see only this enemy is to see from . the exact military point . of view. But this military viewpoint has not furthered the progress of mankind to any extraordinary degree of culture. In the first years of the war there were moments in' the trenches when the homely understanding of the sim- ple soldier found release. These moments were touching and human things, even though they were danger- ous ones for a soldier. Men of op- posing sides by nimble gestures, signs, flags, sometimes reached an understanding; and for .a few hours at a time these troops stopped the war. Germans went into Russian and French trenches, Russians and Frenchmen into German, to swap tid- bits and cigarettes and other kniok- knacks... Later, they shot each oth- er down. The higilter command put a stop to such an idyll. The American or the Frenchman who travels through Germany to -day sees a friendly, industrious and a peaceful people, and the German who' visits America or France sees the been east by a little south, same. One does not comprehend Across the bridge Dick set up his how, twelve years ago, these faced finder again. This time it was east by. one another, each regarding the oth- a little north. Over well known roads er as a brutish criminal, as a man they scurried, now and then, every without a heart. It was as if each few miles, setting up the finder and soldier took such a criminal and used modifying their course. it as a one-sided measure to oast "Looks as if it might be down Duck the statue of a whole people, But Harbor way!" exclaimed Dick. such one-sided notions have gone. At Duck Harbor, abruptly, the di- One knows at last that all the pec- rection of the messages changed to ple in the world are alike, knows that the northeast sharply. all have the same cares, the same "I believe you traced out the send- joys, the same struggle and the same er," cried Garrick, as they looked out life. One takes the trouble now to over the empty harbor. "But we're see inside the other fellow's head. too late. -The 'Sea Vamp' has gone! And four years of ar have proved The birds are flown!" us only the value cf peace. From a cottage down the beach Gar- For the will to truth, the striving rick called Nita Walden, "Where is to gain an objective understanding Ruth?" he asked. of the other fellow, has become real "She rent out with Glenn and Vire, again. One can be proud of being She left a note for you, Guy, marked a German, an American. an English- bea to n Frenchman, but one g ` rsonal. man a 1 r enehma Pe ' At Garrick's request Mrs. Walden war no longer in order to prove his opened the note and read its contents pride. to him over the phone: "I've gone to We may prove it by taking the trou- the 'Sea Vamp' to destroy the engine ble to understand the kinship of us' so they can't move it away until to- all. And the heart of man is filled morrow.—Ruth." with hope. Four years of hate has "But the 'Sea Vamp' has gone!" bred only the wish to understand cried Nita Walden. "Ruth has been each other. Four years of fighting carried off on the 'Sea Vamp'!" has left us only thoulaits of peace.— (To be continued.) McCaIPe. The London Conference This display rack in your Grocer's makes it easy, for you to choose your favorite Christie's Biscuits in the new style Caddies which retain their crisp freshness and fine flavor unimpaired. :.l les iscuits ,-/ze Standard Susee /853 You will like the flavour of this Japan Green $1e (GREEN) JAPAN TRA 'Fresh from the gardens' 78! Suspenders Are Tempting Juniors .p g All Young Smart Sot Wearing Therm ' For Sports By ANNETTE Round Table (London): It is dill". cult to exaggerate the significance of the Conference which will assemble In London in January to try to reach an agreement for the Iimitation and. reduction of naval armaments. Though the formal deliberations of the Conference itself will presumably be confined to strictly naval issues, the fact that it is held at all, the character of its personnel, ,and still more the political discussions be- tween the Governments which its meetiug implies or will initiate, will make it by far the most important in- ternational conference which has been held since the sessions of the Peace Conference in Paris in 1919. • SMALL JEALOUSIES Late -comers and Early -goers It's delightfully interesting,fash- ion particularly as illustrated in nautical blue woolen. The shirt waist blouse of white cotton broadcloth in shiny finish, with blue and white but- tons, with tie of blue grosgrain ribbon. Buttons holding suspender straps at front of hip yoke of circular skirt are in the nautical blue shade. Style No. 185 is a sportive outfit for now and all Spring without a coat. It is designed in sizes' 6, 8, 10, 12 and 14 years. 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YOUTH AND AGE It is currently said that hope goes with youth, and lends to youth its wings of a butterfly; but I fanny that hope is the last gift given to man, and the only gift not given to youth. Youth is pre-eminently the period in' which a man can be lyric, fanatical, poetic; but youth le the period in which a man can be hopeless. The end of every episode is the end of the world- But the power of hoping through everything, the knowledge that the soul survives- its adventures, that great inspiration comes to the middle-aged; God has kept that good wine until now. It is from the: backs of the elderly gentlemen that the wings of the butterfly should- burst, There is nothing that so mystifies the young as the consistent :frivolity of the old. They have discovered their indestructibility. They are 1a their second and clearer childhood, and there is a meaning in the merriment of their eyes. They have seen an end of the End of the World.—G, K. Chesterton. "What do you do for a living, Sara- bo?" ambo?" "I'se de manager of a laundry." "What's th name of the laundry?" "Eliza Ann." COURAGE First Class After -Dinner Speakers Born There Are Many More Good Public Speakers Than After -Dinner Orators Obvious Faults in After - Dinner Speeches • Y.X. in the New Statesman (Lon- don): If there is something to be said in detenoe of the late -comer, I cannot think of anything that can be said in favor of diose who go away early from theatres, concerts and football matches. These, it seems to me, are the real criminals. They can- not pretend that they are the victims of traffic -jams or that they couldn't get a taxi for twenty minutes or that the chauffeur lost the way. The late- comer may be the most innocent and unselfish creature alive. The early- goer arlygoer is is almost all cases deliberate- ly selfish. IIe has but one purpose— to "get away before the crush"—and he does not care at whose expense he floes it. It is paradoxical, but true, that the larger the soul becomes the more room it creates for itself—a margin of quietness in which it remains un- touched by petty jealousies and hurts. By the practice of charity and unsel- fishness a life builds for itself more 1 stately mansions wherein it may dwell in peace. A song in one's heart a smile upon one's lips, a cheery wholesome message of good ill on one's tongue are wonderful good to all kinds of people, Falling Hair—Just try Millard%, "There is. simply no limit to wha may be done by the directed min and will;'—Kathleen Norris. "The scoffer at art has gone out of fashion."—Otta H. Gahn. sports -weight linen with handkerchief linen, printed and plain jersey, print- Minard's Wads Off Grippe. The Costly S. 0. S. Truth (London): This principle of general response to the S.O.S. 1s mak- ing shipping companies' rather thoughtful. It is a very expensive 'business. No shipping company 1 would wish inrany way to, restrict its captains fronirreepondiug to the call; ''no captain would submit to be eo re-' striated. :But when one reads that several 'chips are proceedingto the assistance of a vessel in trouble one rather feels It should be possible to omit this pnGeese. One able and well- found ship can render all the aid like- ; ly to be possible; why, therefore,, t! should half a dozen be diverted from d their course, perhaps by some hue dreds of miles, with consequent addl.. tional expenditure of Nei and loss of ISSUE No, 3—'30 l time? coedless Sufferirn nleaS The next time a headache makes you stay at home Or some other ache or pain pre- vents your keeping an engagement -- Remember Aspirin! For there i8 scarcely any sort of pain it cannot relieve, and relieve promptly. These tablets give real relief, or miuons would not continue to take them. They are quite harmless, or the medical' profession would not constantly prescribe them. Don't be a martyr to unnecessary pain. To colds that might so easily be checked; neuritis, neu- ralgia; to those pains peculiar to women; or any suffering for which Aspirin is such an effective anti- dote. You need not hesitate to take Aspirin. It is aaje: It is always the same, It never depresses the. heart, so use it as often as needed but the cause of any pain can bs treated only by a doctor. Igpsou Manic Most Are Disjointed Show little Attempt Theme Construct tion The Daily Express has asked: " Can nothing be done to raise" the level or afterelinner speaking? I answer, emphatically, that much can be and must be done to .brighten our after-dinner speeches. At present the level of such speaking 10 low; not more than 30 per cent. of after-dinner speeches are worthy of their 81Ona. In the first place, I blame those who organize the dinners. They must rationalize, and that ruthlessly. They mut cut' down the number of the toasts until men and women have learned something Of :he technique of after-dinner speaking—which is en- tirely ntirely different fromthat of ordinary speaking.' There are many more good public speakers than there ars good after- dinner speakers. First-class after dinnerspeakers eairers are born; good ones can be made. Except on rare and important Pa litical and commercial occasions, such as the Guildhall Banquet, it should be the object of an after-din- ner fter-dinner speaker to entertain and amuse the audience. With a little thought and preparatiou of the right kind. this can be done, even though .the - speaker is not a born wit. Fun and fancy, so essential to the 'occasion, can be extracted from almost every toast, There are obvious faults to be de- tected -in the majority df after-dinner speeches. Speakers are nervous. think that their nervousness is Peculiar to them, and allow it to paralyze their minds at the critical moment. Let them be comforted. No first. class speaker ever rises without a feeling of nervousness. My advice to all speakers is: Above all, be ner- vous, for otherwise you will not get into sympathetic contact with the audience. Far too many speakers begin by apologizing for their inability to "pro- pose this important toast." That is wrong. It is au insult to those who asked them to speak, it evokes a want of confidence in the audience, sad it lets the speaker down in his. own estimation, So he begins on the wrong :level. Ile nibbles at Itis job, instead of at- tacking it confidently. Most atter-dinner speeches are dis- Jointed and show little attempt at theme construction. Every speech should have a beginning, a middle, and an end. It should be a story of ideas, as carefully put together as a short story in a magazine• There is a story of ideas in every situation. but it must be a story and nota series of jerky points. "How," asks the speaker, "am. I to construct a theme out of proposing a toast—a theme that is entertaining and amusing? of course, I know a good 'story Or two." Here I make a firm stand. Never tell stories. They are not your fun, but other people's, and, therefore, are branded "thrid -class goods" right away. The theme is there alright, if you thick carefully enough. I will let the speaker into a secret, which was passed to me by a distinguished Scot- tish after-dinner orator many years - ago, and which has stood the test of time and experience. It is this: You will find your theme, your story of ideas, by strictly relat- ing the subject of your toast to the occasion of th) dinner, Not only your , theme, but plenty of fun and fancy with which to adorn it. Concentrate hard on one thing only and you will soon find a .,tory, human, fanciful, and possibly amusing,• all your own. Yes, we can, by a little thought and by keeping strictly ,to the point, brighten our atter-dinuer speeches. Crown Colonies and the Empire Cape Times: The Colonies" are be- ginning to feel anxious about their lack .of adequate representation at these meetings of Empire statesmen. Hitherto the Colonies have been re- presutd by officials of the Colonial Office. That they did not mind as long as the principal topicsdiscussed were legal and political. But now they point out that it would be un- just ajust for economic, financial, and cona- mercial matters to be deliberated up- on at a conference at which they are not 'directly presented, but the deci- sions 02 which. would implicate and bind them. Surely, they argue, terra tory with a total population of 55,- 000,000 and a total annual 'trade of £50,000,000 is entitled to have some say in tate councils of Empire. and at "Al the modern girl wants is a little license; says a writer. Wiolo less, dog, car, or.fuorely marriage? '