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Clianetta argued AbOUt 11111 111*
fleecy or otherwise of exorcism&
Sir Conrad ,exclaimed to Nile
wife' "I've never interfered wigs
your choice of domestic sere
vents-, Innogen But really, This
is too much"'
Lady Cable rose to the occa-
sion "Mesa ghosts Doris saes;"
she said, "seem to 'be harmless,
not to say delightful, creatures.
Certainly not mischievous, 'like
poltergeists. I 'think we should
regard them as good 'spirits est
the Hall and think no more,
about them. You may go now,
Doris.. Anyone for more tear
Crestfallen, Doris went .ont, .
Slowly, she took Lady Cable's
list from her overall pocket and
read her duties for Sundaes
evening: Wash up tea things,
polish the silver, pollee eandlee
sticks in dining-room . Brent
"Tit-Bits."
lailiood Bath in
iladelphia
,Hail-necked Jack Munroe slip
ped gracefully through the ropes
in the Philadelphia armory,
Well, 27, 1004, end bowed to the
crowd, His massive legs looked
Ktrong enough to support a build-
ing, and his enormous chest
bulged at the seams of his loose.
ly-knit sweater. Quickly' he
walked over to Tom Sharkey's
corn e r, went mechanically
through the motions of being a
good sport and then hurried over
to the rosin box and ground the
yellowish _powder into the sole:
of his shoe:.
Munroe was visibly nervous.
That was obvious from the way
he fidgeted with his trunks and
stalked around the corner, He
wee too keyed up even to sit
down on his stool. But the hefty
slugger who was out of Chester
Pennsylvania, had real cause for
uneasiness. A shot at the heavy-
weight championship of the
world hung in the balance. If he.
could beat Sharkey, Jim Jeffries
would be forced to give him a
crack at the title. And many
p}xe.ople thought Munroe could
Pick Jeffries again, just as he
licked him two years before in
Butte, Montana, when Jeff was
_barnstorming and offering a
thousand dollars to any man
who could last Sour rounds with
the little girl had done some-
thing that signeelly pleased her.
She had Matted to May the
piano for the first time just af-
ter Doris had played a enrol It
was a sort of bond.
:For 'the rest of the t'Ve11111E
" Doris played her trumpet more
gustily than ever before: not
caring if she got a wrong note
here and there
Meanwhile, the family were
holding a conference in front of
"the log fire in the library. John
told everyone about his en-
counter With Doris in the music
room. And Professor Prichard
was told all about Doris's pol-
tergeist. ',So you see." said Lady
Cable, "we're quite used to i'w
poor girl seeing things."
"But we're nut used to us
hearing things. Imogene" Sir
Conrad reminded her.
Aunt Stephanie, who was con-
sidered quite a blue-stocking in
her youth, started to discuss
ghosts generally with the Pro-
fessor.
"Look here," interrupted John.
"Let's get down to brass tacks.
No one in this house, so far as
we know, has ever seen a
ghost." lax
LIVIN' DOLL — The life-size end table and lamp at for right
point up the Bunyanesque scale of this huge chair. little Anne
Thuerner, 2, is lost in 'the embrace of the 200-pound creation,
a Swedish import on display recently in a furniture store,
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Doris warmed to her descrip-
tions, mother and son realized
with dismay that their maid, us-
ually so prim and self-effacing
because het opinion on"anything
was never consulted. now saw
herself Re the pivot of exciting
events
"'We've got a tenet of the hie ,
tory of the Hall, haven't we'?"
John said, when Doris had left
the room, and began to look
along the shelves. He found it:
but it contained no reference to
anyone who might reasonably
leave tinned into Derilee ghost.
As his mother Me- unlikely to
dismiss Doris. he derided to try
his third solution: exorcising
Carrying a prayer-book, from
which he selected to read a cel-
led and some verses from one
of the sterner Psalms, and a
bowl of water which he sprinkl-
ed liberally, especially around
the piano, he walked solemnly
about the music room, followed
by his sister who clashed a
tambourine she had 'been given
as a child and watched by Doris,
who declared that the little
did not appear.
"Well, that's that." said John
at tea-time. They were sitting
again in the library. The silver
teapot glowed in the firelight,
and Lady Cable had just raised
it to pour seconds, when the door
burst open and there stood Doris
wide-eyed and dishevelled, her
grubby head handkerchief slight-
ly askew.
"Goad gracious, Doris!" cried
Lady Cable. "You look as though
you've seen a ghost." She stop-
ped, thinking, why on earth did
I say that?
"I have seen one, madam,"
said Doris happily. "It's ins the
billiard room."
"Good Heavens!" exclaimed
John. "Am I to chase Isee all
round the house witis my prayer-
book?"
"It's not a her sir," corrected
Doris. "It's a little boy in long
white socks — and he's ever so
handsome!"
All the family began to talk
at once. Aunt Stephanie could
be heard telling the Professor
about an experience she had had
as a girl in a very old cottage
"It's certainly the kind of
house where there might be a
ghost," interpolated the Pro-
fessor mildly. "Elizabethan isn't
it, Sir Conrad?"
"Elizabethan with unfortun-
ate Victorian . accretions," re-
plied his host
"As I was saying," John per-
sisted, "nobody knows of a
ghost here, So it's a question
either of dismissing Doris and
her ghost will go with her, or
there's a story connected with
the music room and we ought to
try and 'find out about it. Or
perhaps the vicar could exorcize
the room."
'I think we couldn't do better
than ask Doris what she's seen,"
said Lady Cable, taking a prac-
tical line.
The next morning, Sunday,
Doris was summoned to the pre-
sence of Lady Cable and her son
In :the library. Her description
of ringlets with a low-cut rustl-
ing dress might be Victorian,
they thought, or earlier.
As they questioned her and'
RED HAT? — Monsignor Jo-
seph Kiwanuka, 57-year-cilci
Bishop of Masaka, Uganda,
may be elevated to cardincet,
thus becoming the first Negro
elected to the Roman Catholic
heirarchy. Born to a poor
farmer's family, the Africart
prelate attended mission school.
He now speaks English, Frenels,
Italian and Latin and 'hag
traveled extensively in the U.
AVON — Under her
ruffled skirt, Spanish singing
star Margarita Sierra is a wqlk-
Ins; radio station. She has a
lisonse to operate the wireless
t,r4 ' she uses in her act in a
Chicago hotel. The set's micro-
none, hidden in her bodice,
picks up her voice and broads
costs It to a large receiving set
that feeds her songs inho loud-
epeakers. That way, she isn't
Immobilized by a floor mike
t'elsen she performs.
him. Mentes. took his offer and
riot only stayed the four rounds,
but he had the better of jeftriee
—reportees sold that he did and
so did the scattering of inittere
who saw the light.
Munroe was undefeated err its
short but spectacular career.
Out of nine fights he scored sev-
en knockouts, won a single de-
cirion and was held to a 20,
round draw by ring-wise flank
Griffin. But the smart money
in Philadelphia was now riding
on Tom Sharkey's 'broad beam,
the betting closed with Munroe
a '2-1 underdog and even at that
Snerkey backers had to dig bard
to find somebody to play with,
Even champion Jeffries, who
was sitting in the third row along
with Charley White and Gus
Ruhlin, figured Sharkey •a sure
winner. When asked how he
saw the fight by the Police Gaz-
ette reporter, Jeffries bit a chunk
out of his huge cigar and drawl-
ed: "That Sailor is gonna' bust
him open at the belly,"
Munroe had expert advisors
working in his corner. Kid Mc-
Coy, the trickiest pole-cat ever
to crack a jaw; Dal Hawkins, the
cleverest of boxers and a lead-
ing threat for the lightweight
championship of the world, and
Dr. Joe Creamer. who could
close a gaping wound as easily
and quickly as he could take a
swig out of a bottle. But it was
McCoy who did all the talking.
The Kid's cold grey eyes glared
across at the placid Sharkey.
Oh how he despised that thick-
headed sailor. And how well he
remembered being knocked
senseless , by one of Sharkey's
looping rights in 1899.
McCoy whispered instructions
into Munroe's ear. "Keep on
top of him, Jack. Don't let him
draw back his right If you see
that he does, step into him and
nail him first." Munroe nodded,
He didn't speak.
At exactly 10 o'clock the fight-
ers were called to mid-ring by
the referee. The instructions
were hastily barked out and the
bell rang. In that very first
round disaster almost wiped
Munroe out. He walked into a
vicious .Sharkey right swing and
hit the floor like a dead-weight.
If you were close •enough to the
ringside you would have heard
an excited Kid McCoy yelling
frantically: "I told him to be sure
to watch that right hand,"
Munroe, his eyes glazed and
his jaw hanging open like a dis-
engaged gear, rolled over on his
back. The referee yelled "eight"
and the big miner was trying to
balance his weight on one knee.
At nine he was staggering around
on his feet, falling against the
ropes and looking blankly into
Sharkey's ferocious sneer. Tom
blasted away, first to the head
and then to' the body. But, re-
markably, Munroe was able to
withstand the pressure and sur-
vive the round. The crowd gave
him a . standing ovation, but it
Is doubtful if he even heard it.
After a complete watering-
down and a sharp tongue lash-
ing by the sadistic Kid McCoy,
Munroe went out and fought
the .greatest fight of his career.
Suddenly he seemed. to comp
alive. He tortured Sharkey with
perfect combinations and slash-
ed his face with jolting jabs. At
the end Sharkey's face was a
mass of gore and only his sup-
erb condition and stamina kept
him from falling unconscious to
the floor. Jack Munroe had
earned his right to fight .Jeffries
for the .champioxiship of the,
world. USAF Toes tit-ae
litiark With Its
Secret 'Boinare
Artist's sketch, above, inter-
prets the "Bomarc" IM-9t)
guided :missile, now in the
process 'for the U.S. Air Force_
Booing-built pilotless inter-
,eeptor is_ very much under
'wraps, but experts estimate
:its top speed to be in the
2,000- mile - per - hour range.
Bomarc could be fitted with
different warheads, and could
Intercept enemy aircraftmane,
miles from their .proposed
targets, Left, a USAF Martin
,B-57 Canberra jet bomber is
used as a device for testing
the 'Bomarc .nose piece.
"Where else would the poor
girl go?"
It was during dinner that they
heard the strains of carol sing-
ing ,and a band corning from the
direction of the drive which
ended in an impos'ing sweep in
,the hollow of the B-shaped
house,
"I don't care much for that
brass band," said John's sister,
Gianetta, "They're not a bit
musical. 'They just like making
a noise."
"I think you want a good
rousing band for carols," said
John as he fished in his .pocket
for some shillings to give them,
He went out of the front door
and gave 'the money 'to the near-
est carol singer. In the light of
the porch lantern he spotted
Doris carrying a 'trumpet.
"No wonder' the band's so un-
musical," he remarked to the
others on his return.
After one Last carol they could
hear footsteps begin to move
away on the gravel. .But they
still heard music . . piano mu-
sic. It was an old tune: the Cov-
entry carol.
Aunt Stephanie looked at
their guest. Professor Prichard.
The Professor looked at his
host, Sir Conrad, Sir Conrad
stared at the port in his ,glass.
"But there's no one in the
music :room,"' said Gianetta.
"Pin the only one who plays the
piano 'now."
They all got up and trooped
along the passage :to 'the music
room. :and flung 'open the door,
It 'was fully lighted, hut a glance
around Olmsted there was 'no in-
truder, •
Bat there wag' someone out-
side. A face was pressed against
the gems of one :of the tall win-
dows — Doriee,
For one Icing, wide-eyed mo-
ment Dotiststared. at the family
,grouped around. the door. Then
.ehe vanished into the darkness.
,eke she can down ehe Artve
to icatdb. 'up the others, Doris
was rather frightened, Surely
Lady Cable would •dismiss her
for her, strange behaviour: star-
ing into the' ighted music room
with. no one in it. And what
the people :in the band •say 'to
sher, tagging behind?
She rejoined the group and, as
no one questioned .her, „she 'be-
gan 'to 'feel reassured, After all,
-her /fiend appeered only 'to 'her,
-she 'thought. Lady Cable
Wouldn't worry all that Shout
'her staring 'into the room. "Lady
Cable didn't worry about 'things
overmuch as gong as the -Clean-
was well done. And to-might • a
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Doris let herself into- the back
passage of the Hall as the
grandfather clock struck eight.
She put a small carrier bag on
a hook and took down from
where she had left it the night
before a dirty old head hand-
kerchief which she always put
on before she started cleaning.
She took out of her overall*
pocket a crumpled piece of
paper on which Lady Cable had
written down all the things she
must do during the day. She
always followed her list; other-
wise she got confused.
Dust the enusie room. ;She
liked dusting the music room,
for there she had recently
found a friends ,st pretty little
girl with fair ringlets and a
long, rustling dress, The girl
never spoke, But Doris often
watched her enter the robin and
walk across to the piano where
she would stand and finger the
notes mithout actually striking
them.
Doris collected 'a feather sclust-
er and began to run it carefully
along the strings of the harp.
Her thinness and her wanness
made her appear much alder
than her twenty-four years. She
loved musical instruments; for a
'long time it had 'been .her em-
bition 'to play the trumpet in
the village brass band, and now
she had achieved it,
When .she was younger., a pol-
tergeist' manifested Itself in 'her
presence and the extraordinary
breakages which occurred when
she was around were ascribed
to her. Some were Undoubtedly
due to her own -clitaneiness, but
it was not until a learned 'visitor
to the Hall diagnosed 'a 'polter-
geist that 'the blame for the rest
of hem was removed from her.
She . had learned. 'one thing
from 'her experiences: caution.
Fear of possible•eilame 'stopped
her from telling anyone about
the girl in the music 'room,
John Cable, 'meanwhile, stroll-
ed along the ground. floor cor-
ridor that morning sin early De-
cember to get 'his .gun from the
music room Which Was :no 'long-
er devoted solely 'to music. He
was hi. his last ,year at 'Cam-
bridge and .shottId 'have been
studying, but 'he 'loved the
damp, leafy walk under 'the
sweet. dhestrtut 'trees to 'the
-field Where he helped to hag
:some 'rabbits.
Whefn he .entered the iroorn he
,said: 'Good morning, Doris,
Wonderfte. ".weather tor. Decem-
her, isn't it?"
"Yee, Sir. Mustret grumble,
must 'wer 'Her :glance wan-
tiered while elie :stoke, and John
ascribed it to her lack ,of ability
to concentrate, In late ehe little
girl 'had dust ,entered tho room
:and 'begun 'her customary walk
towards the piano,
As 3dhn. -weiet to vide Up his
gun et ,seemed to Dotes that he
:would witIk :right through the
sehild.t"Donit go that Twain I You'll
:hurt heel" rite "cried.
"'What .on searth tore you talk-
ing eibottler
Doric eves thensottehly alarm-
Ad :Meet. de She said Ally more
Fiha etereildhleetray 'the =secret of
the little lriend who 'had so of-
ten 'come :gee :her, With an
Inarticulate corer eke angled out
'of the :roost,
"'You rettely eniteh get rid. of
'dotty DeWitt, 'Marna," 1Toiitt told
his enether dieter. l!Slic does
pounda' worth 'of 'damage in
breakages„ apart front
anything 'else."
"But ,then been here se long,
dear" replied Lady Cable.
COKE FATHER, 1.1110 SON — Clifford •Mirart •and eon, Gellert, 2s
ruefully 'compare their 'cast bound legs, both acquired on 'the.
tame day. The father slipped On ice ist !his construction lab.
kVfien taturnexd from the hoepetoi, ihe vat greeted with the
reeves that 'his son had fallen 010 of his ,chair arid fractured
tin leg.
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