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BY ALMA SIOUX SCARBERRY
The man asked: i< hr’.’’ | Ucwmur xs going to rube pleutjSmoky said, suspiciously: "How! ••:' hell when he finds out his only
do I know you’re a detective?” j
The stranger pulled a card i»u: o.(
his pocket.
Smoky read: '“James Howell
Howell Detective Service. We rove;
the world. Specialists in findinu
missing pvr^uns.”
Invites Stranger Into Home
She handed the card back to the
man and said, trying to keep the
quaver out of her voice: "Will you
come in. It's cold with the dooi
open.”
"Thanks." said the stranger. “Art.
you alone, Mrs. Stacy?”
"Yes. I am.”
The man sat down: "Well, you
got nerve, lady. I got to hand it t<
you. Openin’ the door and askin’ mt
in. But maybe you ain’t afraid o:
men.”
Smoky flared angrily. "My father
died this week and my husband is
in the hospital. I can't afford to bt
afraid when I’ve got to be alone.”
"Oh,” said the man, and he look
ed embarrassed. "I’m sorry, Mrs
Stacy. No offense. W? meet all kind
in this business. Now about youi
husband. You say he’s in the hos
pital."
"Yes.” said Smoky. "He was
thrown from a horse and injured
very seriously today. He may no'
live.”
The detective lit a cigar. "Sorry
to hear that. It'll be quite a blow tc
his old man."
Smoky’s heart leaped with relief
Tex’s father. Maybe it was hi-
father -who was looking for* him
And not the police.
"I wanted to let his family know
he was sick,” Smoky said guarded
ly. "But I can’t seem to find the
Street address.”
The man laughed. "You don’
need a street address for the Gov
ernor of the State, lady. All you go
to do is to call up the capital.”
Shamrock stared at the strangei
speechlessly. When he saw the ex
pression on her face he looked a*
her closely.
She Learns Tex’s Identity
"Say,” he took the cigar out o.
his mouth, "you look surprised
to know your husband’s old man
is?”
Smoky’s white face flushed. She
was trapped hopelessly. If she found
out what he had to know she would
have to tell the truth. She looked
down at her hands. “No,” she said
uncertainly. "We’re never discuss
ed it. I—it would be hard to ex
plain. We were married very sud
denly.”
The detective grinned. "Are yor
on the level? You're a chorus girl
ain’t you?”
"Yes. I’m a dancer in Snapshots
It’s my first show.”
"Did you think,” the man grin
ned again, "that you’d married ?
Texas cow puncher?”
"Yes." Smoky said.
The man chuckled. "I’d found
out he’d been going around in t
funny get-up pretendin’ to he a cow
hand. I guess he got the idea from
playin’ in amateur things at Har
vard. The last his folks heard of
him he was to play a Western par'
in a show there. Then he drops of
the face of the earth.
"I traced him to Broadway and
finally run down a guy who hat
seen him and said he bet he wa.
Tex Stacy, the new singing <ensa
tion. His hotel gave me your for
warding address. I enquired around
the corner down lvre and got .
line on you. I’ve been waiting foi
you to get home. I didn’t want tf
go to the theatre."
His Father Is Governor
"I’m glad you didn’t” Smoky
was very pale. "Is it. Tex’s fatlw
who hired you to find him?”
The man nodded.
“I’m—glad he isn’t in trouble,’
she sank back in her chair.
“He's in for plenty of trouble,’
the detective predicted darkly. ’The
Pimples Kill
Many a Romance
The lives of many young people
u« xnS.de miserable by the breaking
out of pimples on the face.
The trouble is not so much physi
cal pain, but it is the mental suffer
ing caused by the embarrassing dis
figurement of the face which very
often makes the sufferer ashamed to
go out in company.
The quickest way to get rid of
pimples is to improve the general
health by a thorough cleansing of
the blood of its impurities.
burdock ’ TBlood Bitters cleanses
and purifies the blood—-Get rid of
your pimples by taking B.B.B.
The T. Milburn Go., Ltd., Toronto, Ont.
i hi;d. heir to all his millions, has
wi-ked off and married a chorus
girl.”
Smoky said faintly: "Oh—he—-
he’s a rich man.”
"Only the richest man in New
Englund,” the detective assured her.
‘“And a guy that stops at nothing
when he makes up his mind to have
his own way. Gosh, I’m feelin’ kind
of sorry for you. kid. You seem like
a square shooter. I guess you mar
ried the guy for love, eh?”
Smoky’s long laches hid the pain
in her eyes. "What else would 1
marry him for?" she asked evasive
ly.
“'Well, I guess he must have mar
ried you for the same reason,” the
detective wriggled uncomfortably.
"I’m a romantic old fool myself. If
there was any way out I’d pull out
and let you two love birds make a
get-away from the old man.”
"You think Tex’s father will be
mud about the marriage?” Smoky
held her trembling kness.
'.‘He’ll blow his top,” the man
predicted grimly. "Bill was en
gaged to old Mike Lowery’s daugh
ter, and Mike controls half the votes
in the State..”
“'Bill-—who's Bill?”
“‘William Thayer Stacy, Jr. Your
husiband.”
"Oh,” said Smoky blankly.
Urges Smoky to Fight
"I guess,” said the man. “I'll
have to call his old man tonight and
tell him where Bill is. What hos
pital is he in?”
“St. Agnes.” Smoky covered her
face with her hands.
"An, say.” the man said uncom
fortably. "keep your chin up. Mrs.
Stacy. If your husband loved you
enough to marry vou, I guess when
he’s up and about he can handle
the Governor.”
"You said," Smoky choked, "he
was engaged to another girl.”
"Alicia Lowery,’ the man nodded.
“The engagement had just been an
nounced a week when Bill walks
off the campus and drops off the
face of the earth. Maybe he couldn’t
go through with it. I can’t blame
him. She’s a stuck-up cold one if
I’ve ever seen one. But a marriage
between Bill and her would set the
Governor up right, even for Presi-
rent next time maybe.”
He stopped suddenly: "Say, lis
ten to me shoot off my mouth.
That’s bad policy for a gup in my
business-. But you look like a right
guy. I like your spunk. Are you
Irish?”
Smoky smiled wanly: "With a
name like Shamrock O'Toole, what
would I be?”
The detective got up. “Well, just
you get your Irish up and fight.
Mrs. Stacy. I’ll out in a call to the
Governor and tell him the news.
Keep your chin up now.”
CHAPTER XXIV
Smoky did not go to bed that
night. She was much too upset
over the visit of the detective, and
the revelation that Tex was the
son of a millionaire Governor.
Why had he disappeared the
week his engagement was announc
ed? What had ever possessed him
to masquerade as a Texas cowboy?
She had told IBm he was losing
his Texas drawl and he had chuck
led: "I’ll have to watch it. I’ll lose
our meal ticket.”
No wonder he had seemed the
most perfect gentleman she had
ever known. He was born to
money and was a student in his last
year at Harvard.
How awful the little house in As
toria must have seemed to him
after living at the State Capitol,
surrounded by servants and luxur
ies that she had never seen.
Strangely, he had seemed to en
joy being with her and Clancy and
had eaten her home-cooked meals
as if he were starved. There was
only one answer in so far as Sham
rock could see. She told herself
that only a man sincerely in love
could have done such a thing. What
other reason could he have had for
marrying her and keeping his true
identity a secret?
She Visits Tex Again
Perhaps Tex had been afraid to
let her know who he was. Afraid
she might want his money and take
advantage of the fact that his father
was a famous man. Ho hadn’t
trusted her. She winced, but ad
mitted to herself that she couldn’t
blame him for anything he might
think under the circumstances.
Smoky lay on the couch, staring
into space, or walking around the
living room nervously until morning
came. Then she had fruit and cof
fee and dressed and went to the
hospital.
Her face was so white and strain
ed, Tex's nurse said sympathetically
"You haven't slept, Mrs. Stacy. You
1't.u.ir dear. Tilt* dot tor will have you
lor'a patient next.”
It was the day nurse. Miss Claire,
middle-aged, tall and raw boned,
Site looked like a woman who knew
her business and Smoky liked her
instantly.
“No.” Shamrock admitted. “I’ve
been so worried,”
Tex was unconscious and Smoky
choked back her tears. She felt so
helpless. If only she could do some
thing for him. Site would have
liked to send the nurses away and
take care of him herself.
At 10 o’clock, Smoky took the
insurance policy to Attorney Hill
and he called the hospital and said
he would be responsible for Mr.
Stacy’s bills until the policy was
cashed. Smoky then went back to
the hospital, feeling greatly reliev
ed.
Tex’s Mind is Blank
In the afternoon at 4 o’clock Tex
regained consciousness. Smoky was
sitting in the waiting room down
the hall when Miss Clare called her.
“Dr. Stiller would like to see you,
Mrs. Stacy.” she told Smoky. "In
his office.”
The doctor stood by the window.
He turned, smiling: “Your husband
has regained consciousness, Mrs.
Stacy.”
“Oh,” Smoky sat down swifty.
"Oh, I’m so glad.”
The doctor sat down at his desk.
“He came out of the coma about a
half-hour ago. But I believe he has
amnesia.”
"Do—you mean he doesn’t re
member anything?” Smoky asked,
aghast.
"He doesn’t seem to,” Dr. Stiller
said: "That is very often the dase
in a head injury. Perhaps when he
sees you he will remember. I want
to take you in. You must be very
calm and don’t upset him. Do you
think you can be?”
"I think so,” Smoky said. "Oh, I
hope it really isn’t amnesia. If it
is, how long will it last?”
"There’s no way we can tell.
Sometmes the memory comes back
instantly. Sometimes never. But we
will do everything in our powr. I
don’t believe we’ll tell him you’re
his wife. We’ll just say you’re a
friend.”
Smoky followed the doctor to
Tex's room with her heart hammer
ing painfully.
Miss Claire bent over him and
said gently: "Mr. Stacy, here’s some
one to see you.”
Doesn’t Recognize Smoky
Tex was lying on his side and
Smoky sat down on the chair beside,
him when the doctoi' pointed to it.
Dr. Stiller said: "You’ve a visit
or, Mr. Stacy. Do you know who it
is?”
Tex stared at Shamrock out of
dreary eyes a few seconds and then
he answered in a weak voice: I’m
afraid I—don’t remember you. I—
don’t seem to remember anything. I
-—I’m sorry?”
Shamrock forced a smile. "I’m
Smoky. Don’t you remember
Smoky?”
Tex shook his head. "I — don’t
even seem to—-remember my name.’
"Your name,” Shamrock told him
gently: “is William Thayer Stacy,
Jr.”
Tex closed his eyes wearily
"No, no. I—don’t remember any
thing. I’m sorry.”
The doctor motioned for Sham
rock to leave the room. He followed
her, closing the door. “‘It is amnes
ia, Mrs, Stacy. But try not to worry
any more than you can help. There’s
a serum we’ll use, and, by proper
questioning, rest and care, I believe
he’ll be all right.”
Smoky was trying to make up
her mind how much she should tell
Dr. Stiller. After all, she decided, if
Tex was to be helped the doctor
should know at least a part of the
truth. She said: "Doctor, there are
some things I think you should
know about my husband.”
Smoky Tells Her Story
The doctor opened the door of his
office. “Come in here and we’ll talk.
Sit down, Mrs. Stacy.”
Smoky sat on the edge of her
chair, twisting her hands. "You-—
you’ll think it strange.”
The doctor smiled. "My dear,
nothing is strange to a physician.
We hear the most amazing confes
sions and we hold them absolutely
sacred. If there is something I
should know about this case, it
would be wrong of you to with
hold it.”
Then, haltingly, Shamrock told
Dr. Stiller how she had met William
Thayer Stacy as Tex Stacy, Texas
cowboy, and how thpy had married
very suddenly, neither knowing very
much about the other.
She told him of the detective who
had come to the house the evening
before and revealed the true iden
tity of Tex. That his father was a
Governor and one of the wealthiest
men in New England.
The doctor listened, fascinated
at Smoky’s halting recital of all that
had happened in a few days. He
said with a kindly smile when she
had stopped: "You’ve crammed a
life-time into a few days, haven’t
you, my dear?”
Smoky sighed: I was afraid—if
I didnt tell you Tex’s father might
coirje here and upset him and make
him worse. The detective says Mr.
Stacy will be raving mad when he
finds out Tex has married a chorus
girl.”
Dr. Stiller said thoughtfully: "We
will protect your husband against
any such a thing happening. But if
you hadn’t told me, we shouldn’t
have been prepared to deal with the
situation.”
Doctor Promises Help
He got up and crossed to Smoky,
holding out his hand: “I’ll fight on
your side,” he smiled, and his blue
eyes twinkled. “I always was a little
partial to red-headed chorus girls.
You've a lot of courage.”
The doctor was tall and silvery
haired, and Shamrock, felt greatly
relieved that his attitude toward her
was to be friendly. “Thank you,” she
said, tears gathering in her eyes.
The doctor said firmly: "My or
ders are that yoii go home and rest
I’ll leave strict orders here that no
one is to be permitted to see your
husband without coming to my of
fice and consulting me first.”
"Oh, thank you.” Smoky said
gratefully. Now I think I’ll be able
to take a little nap at home.”
Dr. Stiller hesitated as they walk
ed down the hall. Then he said
thoughtfully: “There’s a possible
chance, Mrs. Stacy, that your hus
band was suffering from amnesia
when he left the Harvard campus
in his cowboy rehearsal clothes.”
Smoky gasped: “Do you think—-
he may have married me not know
ing who he was?”
“Possibly,” said the doctor. “I’m
just preparing you for the worst. He
might have remembered only the
name Stacy,”
That afternoon Governor Stacy
and Alicia Lowery arrived at La
Guardia Field in Queens in a spec
ially chartered plane.
CHAPTER XXV
When the Governor and Alicia
Lowery arrived at St. Agnes Hos
pital, they were told it would be
necessary to consult the house phy
sician, Dr. Stiller, before Mr. Stacy
could be seen.
When the knock came on the door
the doctor was sitting at his desk
thinking of Shamrock Stacy and of
the drama that was taking place in
the young girl's life. He said, ab
sently: "Come in.”
And when he saw the white-hair
ed, distinguished Stacy, senior, he
knew instanly he was Tex’s father.
The doctor got up from his desk.
"I’m the father of William Stacy,”
the man introduced himself gruffly,
“and this is Miss Alicia Lowery, my
son’s fiancee. We want to see him
immediately.”
(To be Continued)
RESIDENT OF KI11KTON
IS BEREAVED OF MOTHER
Mrs. Harriet Catherine Proctor,
widow of George A. Proctor and
mother of Mrs. N. McHardy, Kirk
ton, died on Saturday in Toronto in
her 84th year. Other surviving
members of the family are three
daughters, Miss Ethel N. Proctor,
Mrs. Willard Pole and Miss Mar
garet Proctor. Sarnia, and four sons
John E. Proctor of Winnipeg; Ed
ward N. and W. Douglas Proctor, of
Edmonton. The funeral took place
from the family residence, 132 Eu-
phemia North. Toronto, Tuesday
of last week. Interment was made in
Lakeview cemetery.
The sad part is - observes Buck
Passer - that you could have done
without the things the bill collector
comes to talk about.
* * *
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There is a considerable acreage
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It is expected that the factory will
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The lease, Mr. Box, explained, does
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The factory has been vacant since
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Johnny Pinktoe
(By D. A. Anderson)
Johnnie Finktoe had just gone
out of the house on a fine winter
morning carrying his new snow
shovel with him and feeling that of
all the men of his immediate neig-
borhood he was the most important.
He had told his mother that he was
going to dig a tunnel so that the
gophers and groundhogs would not
have to go so far for their dinner.
He knew these little animals would
not go through his snow tunnel,
but as Johnnie said "he was only
pretending,”
He was passing a small house not
far from his own home when he saw
an old lady, all crippled with rheu
matism, trying to dig away the
heavy snowdrifts from in front of
her door, and Johnnie stopped to
laugh at her because she was dig
ging so slowly that he thought it
would be summer 'before she would
get the pathway cleared of the
snow.
But Johnnie did not remain long
at the old lady’s front gate, for
he knew of a very deep snow drift
and was anxious to see how fast he
could dig a tunnel through it with
his new shovel.
Johnnie had never done very much
hard work and it had never occur
red to him that he could'-work fast
er, and much more comfortably if
he removed his heavy overcoat. So
he toiled on with his digging and
when at last his tunnel was com
pleted he was so hungry and tired
that he put his shovel on his shoul-
des, like any other man, and start
ed off toward his home where he
knew his mother would have a good
dinner of potatoes and meat, and
pie all ready for him, and most like
ly a good big glass of milk, too.
When he was passing the old lady’s
house, Johnnie noticed that the path
was not all dug out, and the shovel
was still there, but the old'lady had
gone into the house.
Johnnie was so tired that he re
mained in the house the rest of the
day, and went to bed just a little
earlier than usual that night. After
saying his prayers and being nicely
tucked in he soon fell fast asleep.
That night Johnnie dreamed
about big snow drifts and tunnels
He dreamed that he found a snow
drift so large that it took him a
whole week to dig a hole through
it, and even then his tunnel was
of no use to anyone - not even the
gophers and groundhogs, for these
little animals say in holes in the
ground all winter and never go
through snow tunnels.
Next morning when he awoke and
was dressed for breakfast, he look
ed so sad that his Mother thought
he was sick. But Johinnie wasn’t,
sick, and he soon made up his mind
what he was going to do that day.
After breakfast he kissed his
mama good bye and started off
again with his new snow shovel
over his shoulder. And this time he
went straight to the old lady’s walk
and took off his overcoat, and be
ginning at the gate he worked as
hard as he could, and before* noon
he had all the snow shoveled out
and a nice clean path made all the
way from the house to the gate.
Johnnie was so tired that after
dinner he went to sleep on the sofa
and he dreamed that lie was so
happy that he wanted to kiss every
body and he woke up so good-na
tured that his Mama hugged him
and kissed him and called him her
own wee sweeteart.
And then Johnnie and his Mama
went to the store and bought some
nice chocolate bars. And if the
cow doesn’t try to jump over the
moon and get her tail caught in the
flying machine propeller, I’ll tell
you next time about Johnnie and
his new tricycle,
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Rock-Ribbed Religion
Johnnie, aged six, had been to
church, and had displayed more
than usual interest in the sermon,
in. which the origin of Eve had been
discussed. On his return from ser
vice he had also displayed a good
deal of interest in the eatables, es
pecially the pie and cakes.
Some time after dinner he was
found sitting in a corner, his hands
pressed tightly over his. ribs, and
an expression of awful anxiety on
his face, causing his Mother to ask:
"Why, what on earth is the mat
ter?"
"Mamma," said he, "I’m afraid
I’m going to have a wife."
# * *
Jack: "There’ a lot of favoritism
in our house.” Uncle: "Why, Jack,
what do you mean?" Jack: "Well,
I get punished if I bite my finger
nails and when baby puts his foot
in his mouth, they think it’s cute."