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Zurich Herald, 1933-07-13, Page 2THE . Mysterious Masquerade 13y J. R. WILMOT SYNOPSIS. At a Louden dance club lolly Car- stairs arstairs meets Roger Barling who prom- ises to get her ajob. The following morning Molly is &topped by a police- man who shows her a clipping which declares that Molly Carstairs is missing from her home. At the police station Molly is identified by a Mr. and Mrs, Silver as their missing niece and is taken home where she is treated with kindness but she realizes that she is a prisoner. Thp.t night she meets several people and is puzzled at the various types. She discovers a gambling den at the back of the house. CHAPTER X. Molly Carstairs was still living in a world of sheer unreality. The Sil- vers puzzled her. Since that night when she had discovered the real rea- son for the parties at "Lawn House" she had been haunted by the words of the young man who had pushed back .his chair from the tables and muttered "Cleaned out. Every bean," and, in answer to her smiling rejoin- der "Love's a gamble," his "That may be. But it's not crooked." There had been only one inference she could possibly draw from those words. The Silvers were not playing the game.. But from what she had read of gambling she felt that Paul Silver and his wife must be exceeding- ly clever in their crookedness else surely someone other than the man who had so unwittingly given her the clue, must have tumbled to the prae- -,tire. That night she had lain in her bed a prey to an. avalanche of fears. She recalled the conversation of the two men she had heard as she had hidden beneath the staircase. They had ob- viously been surprised at finding her there at all. Yet they had been im- pressed. They would come again. Perhaps it did not matter to them how much they lost at the gaming tables so long as she was there to compensate them with her attractive- ness, for hadn't Flora Silver express- ed the hope that she would be "nice" to her guests. It was indeed horrible to contem- plate that she was in that house as a decoy. In some mysterious way Fate had flung her into these people's power, and the awful part of it was that she was helpless. She was trap- ped—trapped apparently beyond all hope of release. She was not permit- ted to leave the house except in the custody of Mrs. Silver or- her hus- band. If she was successful in mak- ing her escape, they would find hex and bring her back again just as they had contrived her capture a few days ago. It still perplexed her to know how they had come by her photo- graph and how they had thought of the bold plot which had succeeded in getting her into their clutches. The more Molly thought about it, the more helpless her position appear- , ed to her. On the other hand, she could not complain of their treatment of her. No two persons could pos-' Billy have been more kind; they treated her in fact, as if she was their niece, and that lost memory trick weighed the balance in their favor all the time. If only .. she could get word through to Roger Barling, she thought. ` She felt sure that he would uriderstand and help her. But how could she prove even to Roger that she was not the Molly Carstairs they persisted in making her believe she was? He, too, might side with M- ews. He had only met her once and It was quite logical that she• had, in fact, been suffering farm a lapse of memory when she had met him at The Cygnet Club. Worn out with thinking, Molly slept. But during the days that followed it became apparent to Molly that there was something weighing heavily on, Paul Silver's mind. She watched bins as he sat at meals with a worried frown on his usually complacent fea- tures. Mrs. Silver, too, though she strove hard to conceal it, was obvi- ously sharing her husband's trouble. Molly took it to indicate that all was not well with the gaming tables. Perhaps it was that the young man who had spoken to her had told Silver what he had told her, and Silver was naturally incensed, yet afraid of the accusation. Certainly when she asked Mrs. Sil- ver when there would be another party. that lady had evaded giving her a dixect answer to the question, and when Molly had openly asked her what was the matter, Flora Silver hadsmiled, and said that her husband was worried about some business he hadon hand which, until he had got through with it, was, causing him some apprehension. Molly had a shrewd idea what that business was. A man who indulged in crooked gaining, if his deception :vas discovered, as she firmly believed it had been, must nedessarily feel that he was living on the edge of a vol - Caro. There was the police to be considered. If the police received a hint that "Lawn House" 'was nothing more than a gambling den, then they might possibly raid it, and she—she Melly Carstairs --would be charged as an accessory. But it was, in fact, something quite different that was intriguing`, Paul Silver's mind and causing tha'r wor- ried expression on his countenance, It was the rapid approach of •a moment he had long dreaded—a moment that, when viewed through the distance' of the years, had always seenied`so safe, yet which now assumed proportions which caused him considerable fear. He had discussed the matter with his wife .at all hours of the day and night for some weeks, but now the matter had reached a climax, for yes- t3rday he had received word that Ma- jor Aldous Carstairs was in fret, half way home on his journey from India. Now Major Carstairs in India was sufficiently far removed from Hamp- stead not to be considered in the light of a menace; but Major Carstairs rapidly approaching the shores of England assumed proportions that were distinctly disturbing to the minds of Mr. and Mrs. Paul Silver. "Why the devil he wants to hurry home like this I can't understand," growled Silver, as he strode up and down the rug in front of the hearth while Flora Silver sat upright in an armchair. "Still it's a good thing that we've got the girl: If we hadn't got the girl we'd be bolting, my dear, and I• never did like the idea of bolt- ing—at least not before it was time," he added. "When are you .going to tell her?" asked the woman, nervously. "Today—immediately;' snapped Sil- ver, almost savagely. "The sooner she knows the position the better." "But what if she won't agree?" "She's got to agree, you fool. Don't you see that she can't help herself. We've got her—like that," and he clenched his fists to add a smile to his words. "I don't Iike it, Paul," wailed his wife. "She might let us down." "There you go again," he protested. "Why didn't I marry a woman with guts." "I'll fetch her down now," announc- ed Mrs. Silver, reddening under the taunt of her husband's indelicate ex- pression. When Molly entered the room she saw nothing to suggest that domestic storm clouds had momentarily obscur- ed the horizon. Paul Silver was beaming good-naturedly and rubbing his hands together with apparent sat- isfaction, while his wife seated the girl in the chair she had vacated, Then she smiled also. "Well, Molly, my dear," ;began Sil- ver, "we've some good news, for you, haven't we, Flora?" ",We certainly have, Molly. Now I wonder if you can guess what it is?" Molly looked from one to the other bewildered. The only news, she thought, that could possibly sound good to her was the news of her re- lease from this impossible position— this position of danger. "I really can't think what it can be," answered Molly. "Your father is on his way home." The amazing words fell from Paul Silver's lips in a perfectly natural manner, while Flora Silver nodded her head and smiled happily. "My father!" cried Molly, springing from her chair and gazing at the pair of if she had not heard correctly. "What can you mean?" "Just what I said, my dear," sooth- ed Silver. "Your father is coming home—from India." "But my father died—a long time ago," faltered Molly, feeling the blood ebb from her face. Flora Silver put an arm around the girl's trembling shoulders. "That's all right, my dear, you'll remember soon, won't she, Paul?" turning to her husband who stood watching the scene complacently. "But I remember perfectly well," Molly protested. "My father is bur- ied in Plaington Churchyard. This is another of your beastly plots, I sup- pose. I shall leave this house at once." "My dear Molly, please calm your- self. I know how difficult it must be for you to remember, but some day I'm sure you will and then you will be ever so happy." Paul Silver's voice had the consistency of honey. "Major Carstairs is a remarkable man—a very remarkable man. Now Molly,. don't give way to your fears. You've got to face the future bravely. You will, won't you, Molly?" Molly stood staring at Silver, hard- ly knowing what to believe., "But I thought I was your niece," she said, quietly. "So you are, my dear," broke in Mrs. Silver, "in everything but the eyes of the Law. You see, dear, when your father went to India he sent you home to us—his greatest friends. 'Your mother died when you were born, and what can a span do with a baby?" Molly found her eyes becoming misty -with tears, The wonan's voice sounded so sincere. Silver saw those tears and was quick to turn them to account. "There, now, that's all right, Molly, Your aunt and I will do everything we can to help you remember." Slowly, Molly allowed l♦ 'lora Silver to lower her back onee again into the chair, She felt clamed and be- wildered, She must have time' to thin.]: out this new and astounding complication. (To be continued.) Portrait of Sumr;er Nine great hawks circle low In the cloudless sky, Under the bronze and burning sum- nier sun, , The golden children race the hawk - dark shadows, And their shadows blow like flowers as they run. Boys with straight limbs colored by sunlight whistle ' To a white foal plunging into the knee-deep grasses, And girls with blown hair bend to a blossoming thistle Whose blue will go with 'the wind when summer passes, Nine great hawks climb and. drift un - on the wide And amber day: and where late their shadows were, The shadows of bright -limbed child- ren brush the meadows, Braver than summer — than hawk - wings, lovelier. —Frances Frost. Gems from Life's Scrap -book Glory "Our greatest glory consists not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."—Goldsmith. "Real glory springs from the quiet conquest of ourselves; and without that the conqueror is nought but the first slave."—Thomson, "When we recognize man's spiritual being, we shall behold and understand God's creation—all the glories of earth and heaven and man."—Mary Baker Eddy. "True glory consists in doing what deserves to be written, in writing what deserves to be read, and in so living as to make the world happier and bet- ter for our living in it."—Pliny. "We rise in glory as we sink in pride."—Young. "True glory takes root, and even spreads; all false pretenses, like flow- ers, fall to the ground; nor can any counterfeit last long."—Cicero. Remember: The fall of the glory of the Roman Empire, and the perman- ency of that true glory which is of God, Airways to Compete With Railroads Over Routes in England London.—Airways may be able to compete with railroads profitably and without subsidy, even within the limit- ed space occupied by Great Britain. Such a development is proposed be- cause air -line operators are beginning to find routes where the plane can show such a big saving in time over the surface routes that it is really worth while to fiy. • A line is due to work experimentally this summer between London and Glasgow, 400 miles, in 3% hours, The train takes about eight hours. On the return journey the flying machine places Glasgow within eight hours' travel of Paris, Brussels and Amster- dam, and is timed to connect with the outgoing European air expresses. Another route is being .flown be- tween. London and the Isle of Wight. This journey, with a railroad ticket, involves changing on to and off a steamer. A third service is by flying boat between the west of Scotland, the outer Scottish islands, and the Isle of Man. • A skylight made of special glass which takes the glare and most of the heat out of sunlight is a feature of the new post office at Dagenham, Essex. Eyes will not see when the heart wishes them to be, blind. Desire con- ceals truth as darkness does the earth. —Seneca. Woman's Progress Is Reviewed Point to Time When They Had to Work in Secret to Escape Ridicule Chicago.—Surveying the progress women have made in scholarly and natural scientific fields since, not so long ago, many a one had to study "in secret at night with a candle by her bedside so as not to shock the sensibilities of mankind," two emin- ent women delivered ' lectures here at a Century of Progress. the Chicago, World's Fair. ' Dr. Annie Jump Cannon, Woman astronomer of Harvard Observatory and Dr. Marion Talbot, first dean of women at the university of Chicago, spoke on different days under aus- pices of the Chicago Woman's Club, in the course of a series of 21 lec- tures on woman's achievements, "When oiie sees the ei"dwds of careless and free 'college girls of to- day it is hard to conceive of the time when mathematical or 'other scienti- fic study by girls was shocking to the conceptions of mankind," said Dr. Cannon, "One smiles at the accounts- of. 'female students' who were allowed to experiment in the chemical lab- oratory of the Massachusetts Insti- tute of Technology on certain even- ings in 1869, but is impressed by the fact that the renowned former presi- dent of Harvard University, Dr. Charl,s W. Eliot, then professor of chemistry there, was probably one of their instructors." Dr. Cannon, who has herself made distinguished contributions to astro- nomical science, praised the pioneer work of three eminent "astronomical women," who began the Century of Progress, They were Caroline Hers- chel, Mary Somerville and • Maria Mitchell, Taking up the story of women's progress in halls of learning as well as in the college laboratory, Dr. Tal- bot summarized it briefly. "In 1877 the first degree was con- ferred on a woman in the British Empire," she said. "There are now federations of university women in 38 countries, including Iceland. The American Association of 'University Women numbers over 40,000. The future will surely bring interesting developments, for the intellectual hunger which has been the motive power will go 'on. "The methods used in the edu- cation of women are not yet entirely satisfactory—the same is true of men's education. There is no dif- ference in the object of men's edu- cation and that of women. The gifts and talents, ambitions and ideals should be the guiding principle. "Not only should no door be closed but the whole world of hu- man activity should be open to men and women alike. "The contributions women may make through their intellectual pow- ers will be an ever greater factor in the world's progress than it has been in the past and fairer treatment in promotion and demuneration will be given to scholarly and efficient women than is customary now. Summer Rain "Golden rain! Golden rain! out of the sky!" Children sing out and run after the rain. "Quiet, my children, we'll reap it again— In the full granaries fragrant with rye." From "Modern Russian Poetry," chosen and translated by Babette Deutsch and Avrahm Yarmolinsky. (New York: Harcourt Brace). Taking a Dip in the War Zone If you were fighting Chinamen in Jehol, would you worry about your daily tub? This Jar soldier doesn't let a, little thing lila a war, stop him, and an abandoned fruit tub serves nobly'. w Lost Skull of Sultan London. — One of the strangest clauses in the Versailles Peace Treaty, requiring Germany to hand over to England the skull of an African sultan, came up again for discussion the other day in in the British House of Com- mons, Major Miller, Socialist mem- 'Ger, asked the Foreign Secretary, Sir John Simon, whether Article 246 of the peace treaty, providing for the sur- render of the skull, had been complied with. The native ruler whose skull ulti- mately became of international im- portance, was the Sultan Mkwawa. He was paramount chief of the Wah- hehes in German East Africa—now Tanganyika—in the closing years of the last century. For seven years he and his people fought a losing fight against the Germans. In 1898, rather than surrender, the Sultan committed suicide. According to another story, he was killed by one 'of the Kaiser's soldiers. At any rate the Germans de- capitated him and sent his skull to a Berlin museum. Mkwawa How the Sultan lost his head is not the thing that matters. Since the magic relic has rested on foreign soil, the Wahhehes assert, nothing but lis; aster has befallen the tribe. So, after German East Africa had passed rote British. hands the British promised to have the chief's skull returned to his people. Hence article 246 of the Ver sallies Treaty, Successive British foreign secre taries have been badgered about the skull ever since. The failure of Ger• many to give the relic back to the Wahhehes has also been solemnly de; bated by the League of Nations. When Major 1VIiiner propounded hid recent query in the House of Coin. mons Mr. Baldwin,- replying for thl Foreign Secretary, explained that, iit spite of repeated investigations by the German Government, the present whereabouts of the relic has not been traced. And thus, prosaically, the thirty Ave - year - old mystery was shelved. Game Board Used b Found in y Vikings Irish Lake Dwelling Cambridge, Mass.—Harvard archeo- logists have discovered in Ireland an ancient Viking game that no one knows how to play, a "parlor" game antedating parlors by about 1,000 years.' The game consists of a board, about nine inches square, smooth, set inside a square, ornately carved 'wooden frame which surrounds the board like the frame around a painting. The smooth inner surface is perforated by forty-nine round holes, evenly spaced, seven on each side, the magic number seven multiplied by itself no matter which two sides are used as the fact- ors for mutiplication. The center hole is surrounded by a ring, cut in the wood. This ring is double, like a child's drawing of a cir- cular road. The archeologists suggest that the ancient board might have been used for some form of cribbage. The mys. tery is not clarified by two handles of 'wood attached to the frame around the board. Each handle is rounded, much like a door knob, one nearly twice the size of the other. The big handle is carved rudely in the likeness of a human head; the lit- tle one an animal's head. This gaming board was found by the Harvard expedition under direction of Professor E. A. Hooton, now engaged in a five-year survey of ancient Ireland, It was in a tenth -century lake dwell- ing in Ballinderry, County Westmeath. The board contains also Christian crosses of a style common to the Isle of Man. The ancient dwelling was found. by Dr. Hugh ()Weill Heneken,' curator of European ' archeology, and Hallam L. Movius, both of the Peabody Museum, Harvard. The Latest In "Howlers' Transparent means something you can see through for instance, a key- hole. The masculine of vixen is vicar. The words "Would God I had died for thee," were uttered by David after he had murdered Uriah ancl married his widow. The Minister of War is the clergy- man who preaches to the soldiers in the barracks. Esau was a mighty hunter who wrote fables and sold then for a bot- tle of potash. Lollards were lazy people who al- ways wanted to rest against some- thing. Joan of Ark was Noah's wife. Julius Caesar was renowned for his great strength. He threw a bridge across the Rhine. Average means something that hens lay their eggs on. Hens is very useful for laying eggs for plum puddings. The Mediterranean and the Red Sea are joined by the Sewage Canal, A vacuum is where the Pope lives. An Abstract Noun is the name of something which has no existence, as goodness. Marconi is the stuff out of which you make delicious puddings. In 1620 the Pilgrims crossed the ocean. This is known as the Pilgrims' Progress. A dirge is a song a man sings when he is dead. - Sir Walter Raleigh, walking one day through the streets of Coventry, was surprised to see. a naked lady rid- ing upon a horse. He was about to .turn away, when he recognized the rider as being none other than Queen Elizabeth. Quickly throwing off his richly embroidered cloak he placed it reverently around her, saying as he did so, "Honi soit, qui mal y pence," which meant, "Thy need is greater than nine." Thereupon the Queen thanked Sir Walter, saying, "Dieu et anon droit," meaning "My God, and you're right!" Evolution is what Darwin did. A glazier is a man' who runs down mountains. The people of Iceland are called Equinoxes. A. grass widow is the wife of a dead vegetarian. A total eclipse is one which lasts forever, "Sub judice" is the bench on which the judges sit. Ambiguity is telling the truth when you don't mean to. Quinine is the bark of a tree, canine is the bark of a dog. A damsel is a small plum Many Crusaders died of salvation. Horses are fed on proverbs. Virgil is the man who cleans up churches. An epistle is the wife of an apostle! The van of an army is the carriag they put wounded men into. An optimist is a man who lookr after your eyes and a pessimist a mai who looks after your feet. A synranyin is a word used when yol don't know how to spell the one yoi first thought of. Before a man can become a monk hl has to have his tonsils cut. "Anything serious at your house? 1 saw the doctor call every day this week." "Serious! 1 should say so, he celled to.collect a bill." As the sensation of hunger presup poses food to satisfy it, so the senst of dependence on God presupposes Hid existence and character.—O. B. Froth Ingham. r ISSUE No. 27—'33