The Carrollton Chronicle (Carrollton, Tex.), Vol. 23, No. 35, Ed. 1 Friday, July 22, 1927 Page: 3 of 8
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CHAPTER VI—Continued
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"Because 1 want lu take him away
from here. 1 came to America to look
after him—lie hud been horribly
neglected—nnd I had hint entangled
in aome network of crime. 1 made
him admit It wan something with dan-
ger In It. At dinner you all tried to
deceive me, and you would liuve suc-
ceeded if | hadn't happened to know
something about oil. You want him
because of his courage, and because
he Is strong and a goot shot and boxes
well. He Isn't clever and scheming
as you ure, and 1 won't have him
made use of.”
“Nlta. Nlta,” groaned her father,
‘•you've got everything wiong."
”1 think I have misjudged your fa-
ther." Mllman said. “I um very glad
to tlnd what you did was not at his
suggestion. I think there Is much for
you to explain. You ure a guest un-
der my roof, and there are eertuln
luws of courtesy nnd consideration
not less binding on you than me. You
have choRen to hreuk them. You have
spied upon us. You have not be-
haved as I should have expected a
gentlewoman of your family to do.
Why?”
•‘I've told you.'lashe cried. ”1 know
yon tiro trying to make my father help
yon In Bomethlng desperate, and 1
don’t choose to have him run risks for
other men.”
"You are absolutely wrong,” the
miserable names asserted.
“Prove It,”, she retorted. “You are
allent. You dure not tell me the
truth. I knew you wouldn’t, so I
climbed out of the window to listen to
what you were talking about. I'm not
going to make any silly fuss by telling
the police. All I want Is to take my
father away. I'm going to niuke u
success of him.”
"He Is free to go.” said Peter Mil-
man wearily. lie looked Ht Malet and
Bradney. "So are you. I suppose I
did lure you here under futse pre-
tenses. In the beginning It seemed so
simple.”
Nlta looked about her In amaze-
ment. She did not understand why It
seemed they had forgotten her. Keen
her father turned from her to Peter
Mllman.
”1 shall go only when you have no
further use for me," said Bradney.
“When I have done what 1 prom-
ised I'll go. Not before.” This from
Malet.
"There were no false pretenses In
It,” Neeland Barnes cried. “I came
willingly, and I’ll be d—d If I go.”
/‘Wh»t does It all mean?” the girl
whispered. There was no doubting
the friendship, almost the affection,
■with which the other men regarded
Mr. Mllman. There was a sterner air
about tier father when he faced her
than she had ever seen before. ,
"Nlta,” he said, “with one exception,
all the hurts I've received, all the bad
hurts that Is, have been from pals
who thought they were acting for my
good. You’ve been dangerously near
doing that tonight. You’ve got every-
thing twisted. You have made me
appear In a very poor light among
men I respect."
There were tears dimming her vio-
let eyes when she looked at him.
"Oh, duddy," she murmured, "I only
wanted to help you. When you came
to my room I said, ‘My father and his
friends, right or wrong.' I meant It.”
"You did not know what you were
promising,” Mllman declared. "I)o
y ~ mean that If you found your fa-
ther engaged In doing something the
world thought wrong you would take
his part?”
“If I thought he was Justified, I
would.”
“Is It fair to Involve her?” Bradney
broke In.
“Certainly not,” Malet decided.
"Perhaps you are right,” Mllman
sighed. “I only know that you might
have been a great figure In the world
of art, and Mr. Bradney world famous
as a scientist, and I myself with a for-
tune and a home, but for Nie malevo-
lence of one man."
“Did that man Injure my father?”
ahe demanded.
"But for this man your father would
not have been warned off the turf.
Hut for him the clubs that he had to
resign from would have welcomed
him.”
“Walt, wait," she begged. “1 want
to think.” Naturally It was of her
father she thought. She had always
defended him against her aunt, hut
ahe had never been able to dlamlss
the accusations as worthless. She had
fought because she loved him; not be-
cause ahe believed In him. And now
to learn that, after all. Ills pust was
not disgraceful, filled her with hope
and courage. She was ashamed of
herself that she had ever doubled him.
There was no sacrifice he demanded
of her she would not fulfill gludly.
“Will you tell me all about It?" ahe
pleaded. "No, daddy, not you. You
always wander Into the bypaths of
narrative. Let Mr. Mllman tell me."
Very concisely he laid before her
what he had told the other men of
Paul Ilaxon and his way of life. As
she listened she saw clearly that It
was to the malignity of one man that
three lives had been ruined and a
fourth brought to a penniless old uge.
■ha llstined attentively to the fullla
plans they had elaborated and re-
jected. Perhaps to her fresher and
more alert mind these plans seemed
commonplace, and doomed to failure.
But she knew It was not to commou-
place men she listened.
“Now, Mr. Braduey,” she com-
manded. “tell me your story.”
When he had finished she said: ’’Of
course It wus Mr. Mllman who was
the unknown giver of that hundred
thousand dollars.”
Peter Mllman turned red. But he
could not deny It.
“Why didn't you tell me?” Bradney
asked, with reprouch In Ills voice.
"I did not want to luflueiice you. I
wanted you to decide for yourself."
She listened to Malet'a story and
her father's.
"I shall be a great help to you." she
said cheerfully when she wns In pos-
session of what facts they could give
her. "A woman’s brains are always
useful. You see. she so often Jumps
to the right conclusions when you men
ure floundering iplong In doubt.”
"We haven't one Idea worth discuss-
Ing," Millet admitted.
“I noticed that." She laughed. "I
think I see exactly how It cun be
done.”
"Nlta,” cried her father. Jle
thought she wus milking a Jest of It.
”1 mean It, daddy," she said earn-
estly. "Fellow-conspirators all, listen."
CHAPTER VII
Paul Roxon knew very well that his
sudden success would make enemies
for him among the established powers
In Wall Street. But he also knew that
he was not to be brought low by any
“What Does It All Mean?” tha Girl
Whispered.
combination against him so long as
he kept bis head and resisted specula-
tion.
For the moment he was content to
rest and allow financial writers to
wondei what his next move would be.
He bad purchased a home built for
large entertainments and determined
to become known ns one of America's
great hosts. And with tills he would
erect a reputation for those domestic-
virtues which count so much when
electioneering. Itaxon smiled grimly
when he reflected this meant he should
be on good terms with his wife. Mrs.
Itaxon. unaware of his ambitions, was
amazed at finding him so reasonably
human.
She was not unaware of her own
limitations. The Idea that she must
with a bound become a famous hostess
wus disquieting. The years had not
dealt ro kindly with her as with Paul.
"I have here,” he said one morning,
"a list of people with whom I want to
establish social relations. At present
I don't know a quarter of them ex-
cept by name.”
“Why fill the house with strangers?''
she asked.
"Because I want something from
every nume on this list. We've got to
entertain so well that they talk about
us. This social racket with me Is a
Though technically a part of the
old Roman empire under the rule of
the czars, the Russians In reality
never conquered Svanetla. which tins
been occupied by an Isolated mountain
tribe occupying a small area In the
heart of the Caucasus mountains. The
Svuuetlan state, supposed to have
been founded nearly 4,000 years ago,
has been a republic ever since, mak-
ing It the oldest republic In the world.
In 1021, when the Communists extend-
ed tbelr power along the Black sea,
they decided to attempt to conquer
Svanetla. The Svans sent a delega-
tion down to warn the troops that It
would be vain for them to try to break
through the mountain barrier. The
Russian captain refused to take heed.
means to an end. I'm playing a game,
and If you play It with me you cun
be a great Washington hostess.”
"I don't know anything about being
a great hostess," she grumbled.
"You’ve got to learn. I’m counting
on you and the glrle to be an aaaet
to me.”
Mrs. Raxon was afraid of him. She
knew he would not forgive her If ahe
failed, and yet was conscious that she
lacked ability for the part she waa to
piny. He came of a better family than
she. He was never at a loss conversa-
tionally. It was wise, she thought, to
point out her lliultatlonn now.
"I don't expect you to catch onto
this social end yet. You can hire a
well-bred woman to teach you. When
you’ve learnt all she cun teach, fire
her and get another. It’s a good sys-
tem. I've used It a lot. Don’t expect
to consult me. I shall be too busy.
I've got to remodel this place so it
doesn't look so mueh like u summer
hotel. I'm u little doubtful of the
furniture. All Helllngton knew was to
put Ills faith In upholsterers. I’m go-
ing to inuke a nine-hole golf course, a
polo ground uuil a swimming pool.”
"Oh, hut Paul," she cried, “I shall
have to ask you when I don't know.”
"Ask me as little us you can," he
snapped. “It will cost you money to
run this place like a well-oiled ma-
chine, but I'm not limiting you. Hire
anyone you want to help you."
She looked aguln through the list of
names, Among them were those of
whose doings she had read In the so-
cial columns for years. Some were
equally prominent In politics and
flnnnee. The nume McKlmber headed
the list.
“Make the most you can, without
overdoing It, of the McKtnibers," he
commanded. "I want the world to
think McKlmber and I are boson!
friends. Cultivate his wife. She’s
fat, too, so you can talk calories to-
gether. Young Robin McKlmber lw
more or less a society type and will
he glad to find a polo field here when
he comes.’’
"I wish I understood you better,"
she said a trifle wistfully. She had
not been the only woman to say that
"I'm glad you don't," he said cryp-
tically ; "that prevents your giving mt
away. I'm one of those men whoa*
peculiar Joy It Is to play a lone hand
If yon share secrets, they are only
fifty per cent your own.”
She was vastly relieved that she-
had confessed her Ineptitudes. Slit
could go the more cheerfully about
her tasks now. She wondered why
the McKlmbers were so Important li
Paul’s eyes. Other names exceedei
them far In the socinl scale as ahe np
prehended It. That he had been chair
man of the nntlonnl committee of hei
husband’s party meant nothing to Mrs
Raxon. Her thoughts turned t'.
Robin, the polo-playing heir to great
riches. Well, her own Gertrude wai
good looking and a great heiress. Shi
felt a spirit of gratitude toward hei
husband which had long been a it run
ger to her. Most men hated theli
wives embarking on deliberate at
tempts to capture society.
The Idea of hiring tha well-bred
woman came back to her when she felt
her butler's sneer. How that man
seemed to dislike her. How superior
he seemed and how aware of her so-
cial deficiencies. Yet she lacked the
courage to dismiss him. She opened
her mouth as though to frame a sen-
tence which would annihilate him and
reduce him to the ranks of one looking
for work, when her courage failed.
Distinctly there was something to ba
said for the well-bred woman. Such
a one would know how to deal with
butlers like this.
"A Miss Brown to see you, madam,”
said the butler. From his tones It
seemed Miss Brown was only less dis-
tasteful than hla employer. Ha pre-
sented a card on a sliver tray. Un-
der Miss Brown's name was penciled.
"I am calling at the suggestion of Mrs.
Hamilton Buxton." ^
Although Mrs. Raxon Tiad not been
In her native land for some years, she
knew Mrs. Buxton's name very well
os a distinguished member of tha
smart hunting set. Also Mrs. Bux-
ton's name was among those to be
cultivated. She would see Mlse
Agatha Brown.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
He went through southern Svanetla
without trouble. With Ills battalion
of 400 men marching single file along
the trail he came to the almost path-
less route on the cliffs overhnngtng
the River Ingur, end there was
trapped. Forty Svans, grouped on the
opposite bunk of the river, shot down
the 4(H) Russian troops. Later, how-
ever, the Russians entered Svanetla
by using machine guns, but It wus an
empty victory lor them, because the
Svans never have yielded to outsld*
dictation.—Asia Magazine.
Appetite of Kangaroo
One kangaroo will eut ns much grusa
dally as six sheep.
Small Tribe Resist* Domination of Russia
YOURSELF
and YOUR BODY
THE MOTORS
Animals Whose Lives Depend on Their Quick Speed Have Longer Levers.
/ /ri ihk way a muscle works is
* * I that tlie long motor-cells be-
1 come Instantly short, and
pull whatever Is tied to Its
ends nearer together. Why It does
this, no one knows. We only know
that some chemical change takes
place, that heat Is given off, and that,
as an ordinary piece of wool under-
wear does when boiled, It does get
shorter. Moreover, this Is the way In
which nine-tenths of the heat of our
body Is made. That Is the reason why
when we work very hard or run a
race and so many motors ure at work
we get hot and sweat all over.
"The Joint Is pulled quickly one way
or the other liecause all Joints have
one muscle on each side, Just to keep
the Joint In balance and keep things
tuut and ready to move either way In-
stantly, and so avoid Jerks. This Is
called ‘muscle tone.' On cold days we
feel It best (1. e., are high-strung),
because the bruin makes all the mus-
cles work a little more In order to
keep us warm. If we are still too cold,
they worl* harder, and we start ‘shiv-
ering.’ This Is an automatic warning
to central to turn on more heat by-
Jumping about and to close the stop
cooks—that Is, narrow down all the
skin hot-plpes and save heat. Thnt
Is why we get pale and blue when
cold.”
"How many of these motors are
there?”
“Millions 1n all; but of groups of
tnem, that Is, whole big muscles, there
are about four hundred and ten. It
Is a whole army of motor-tractors.
All these motors must bum some-
thing, naturally; and the stuff that
they use Is like sugar and water, and
IS called glucose. The pipes bring It
to them In the blood stream. As soon
as It Is burned something Is left be-
hind like the soot or black carbon of
oil, or the ashes of coal. It Is mostly
add stuff. When there Is too much of
thnt the muscle-motor warns central
to look out or It will break down. Just
ro It is the acid from smoke that kills
the flowers In cities.”
'But how does the muscle do that?”
"It sends a message to the central
office, which we cull ‘having a tired
feeling.’ A tired leg Is only u leg from
which the ashes have not been emp-
tied, and there Is too little fuel. If
we neglect the warning we get
‘cramps’; which means that the mus-
cles nre all staying contracted nnd
giving you a very nasty pain as well,
so that you squeal out and pay better
attention to their warning the next
time. If the wires carrying the or-
ders get cut or crushed, the motors
are out of commission, unless the
damage Is above a local office In the
spine where the ‘reflex' orders are
taken care of.”
'Tan you tell where the break Is?"
“Yes. If It Is a man with n para-
lyzed leg, stick a pin Into the leg
muscles. If he kicks you, then the
damage to the wires Is above the
reflex-box. He ennnot send a message
to kick you If the wires to a reflex
are cut or broken, no matter how
much he may wish to. You can try
this the next time you see a man with
a paralyzed leg.
"Sometimes central can mend the
wires, If doctors draw the cut ends
together. Then central sends a re-
pairing gang down and puts in new
wires."
“How can we get the muscles run-
ning again If the motors are over-
tired ?"
“Just slop using them. The Mood
will then slowly carry away the poi-
son, and also bring fresh fuel and
fresh nlr or oxygen to burn up all the
remains of the half-burnt poisonous
ashes. You can hurry mutters up by
heating or rubbing. That brings more
blood along more quickly, us the pipes
are never enougn to know what’s
wanted, and to mnke themselves larg-
er at once. But don't forget that you
can overwork the motors until you
spoil them for good and all. For ex-
ample, before there were any type-
writers lots of clerks overworked
their hands by holding pens and writ-
ing so long that they got writer’s
cramp, or palsy. They never again
could get quite well. Our bodies ac-
cept no excuses. They never fall to
punish us If we Ill-use them, whether
we do It Ignorantly or not. ‘Watch
your step,’ shouts the policeman;
while doctors, which really means
wise men, say: ‘Watch your bodies’—
especially while you are young and
are making them.”
"But, father, how much ought we to
work the motors?"
“A very wise question. Yon can
easily underwork them. For Instance,
the boys who are always mugging
away at books and do not play games.
What happens? Such a boy seldom
tnukes a team. He may get round-
shouldered, and short-sighted, and
flat-chested, and spindle-legged, nnd
flabby-armed. His museles waste
away, or at least do not grow big, and
when disease or accident overtakes
him, he cannot resist It and dies.
"Now here are some motors with
which wc can roll our eyes around
Just as we wish. (See picture.) Inside
the globe or eyeball are more muscles,
for opening and closing the safety-
shutters, which we call the pupil. It
protects the delicate seeing film—
central can’t trust us to remember to
do that without ever once falling. So
these muscles are Involuntary. We
can't control them. This Is central's
way all over the body. Let us look at
a few voluntary motors. Give me
your hand. You can easily feel the
tendons In your wrist. Each finger
has a tendon In front to bend or flex
It, and one behind to extend or
straighten It; nnd there are side mo-
tors to pull them sideways, and one
to pull the thumb over and nip things,
so that yon can pick up a piece of
money If you want to. Some races
of people nre said to have very big
muscles for that purpose. The ten-
dons of the muscles run through
sheaths, which are well oiled and very
strong. These act tike our snatch-
blocks on the hospital steamer, to en-
able us to pull In every direction. Now
for your leg.
"This great tractor combination at
the back Is called the 'calf.' It pulls
up the whole weight of the body on
the bulls of the feet, or toes, when
you walk or Jump. Some cull It the
tendon of Achilles, because he was
able only to be wounded In his heel.
In anlmuls that have to save their
lives by running, It la not only strong-
er, but the lever of the heel Is made
longer, so that they can Jump farther
each time. (See picture). All four-
footed animals run on their toes, as
you see. The tendons of the tall of
a whale are ns big as cart-rope*.
"As yon grow older you will hear
a great deal of talk about high heels
nnd pointed toes nnd flat feet. Re-
member, our bodies are the result of
ages of a very wise central adapting
them to (he uses for which we need
them. So don’t think thnt you can
make your feet more useful by pinch-
ing them In front, as would-be fash-
ionable ladles did; or by raising the
hack part so that you never stand on
a flat surface. We nre Intended to
walk on a flut surface with a springy
arched foot with a wide front, and a
nearly straight Inside line. The motors
will keep everything In their places,
and will look best, too, If you make
your hoots Just to protect them as
they are and not try to change tbilr
shupe.”
**) by th* Balt Syndicate, lao.)
Dadchjs
Ea-oenincr_____
Fairi^ "tale
Jbr MARY • GRAHAM • BOMNEP
— ■ i - (B e**ar»a*« ■»,
MR. OWL
Old Mr. Owl wanted to write n hook
ind he usked the fairies how to set
about doing It.
“Well," said the Fairy Queen, “It
makes a good deal of difference, old
Mr, Owl, what you want to write
about."
“What nonsense!” he said. “It'a
Just that I want to know how to start
off with my book.
"Just think what a marvelous book
tt will be—for as long as folks can
remember I have been called the Wise
Bird—the bird who Is awake at night,
and whose eyes are so very bright I"
“Before I started saying what a
fine hook It would be. If I were you.
I'd write It and give other people the
chance to say so,” said the Fairy
Queen.
Mr. Owl began to write with his
pen, mode out of one of Mr. Turkey
Gobbler’s best feathers, on a large,
flut stone, which he put In the hollow
of his tree.
Very late In the night, he nwnkened
the fairies who hnd been sleeping,
and told them to listen to his book.
Then he called all the owls from
the neighborhood with a loud hoot-
hoot.
But before he began to read, he
said,
“I’ve not enough light. I will hurt
my eyes—my beautiful, wise, big
eyes."
Of course Mr. Owl could really see
quite well, but he hud a reason for
saying this.
You see he hnd made a special ar-
rangement to have his own lights,
and when he salt! thnt he hadn't
enough, from all over came countless
little fireflies.
They sparkled nnd gnve the most
beautiful light all over the woods,
Mr. Owl Began to Write.
and Mr. Owl put his spectacles on his
nose, and said,
“Now I see to perfection—which
means quite nil right." And Mr. Owl
commenced reading his book.
It told about the parties, balls, and
picnics In Fairyland, and of the wild
adventures and happenings In the
woods. The fairies were absolutely de-
lighted that a book hnd been written
with so much about them In It.
And the Fairy Queen was more than
happy, for the last chapter was alt
about her.
“Well," said Mr. Owl, “you made
me ashamed of myself for boasting
about my book before I hnd written
It, and so the only thing I could do
was to write a wise chapter all about
you."
The Fairy Queen smiled with pleas-
ure and also with amusement—for
Mr. Owl had certainly thought he
could write a wise book—though the
next time, perhaps, he wouldn’t say
so before he had written It.
The fireflies hnd been sparkling and
flashing lights all tills time, and final-
ly they whispered,
“Have a dance, all of you, we’ll
give you the light and dance too.
“It Is not well to read books all
the time at a party—you must dance.”
So they ended off with a fine dance,
and old Mr. Owl. with his book under
his wing, danced with the rest of the
owls nnd fairies.
But before the evening was over
he presented to the Fairy Queen a
copy of his book, which said on the
cover,
“A Book, by Wise Mr. Owl."
Wat Not Crying
Betty Claire tumbled while playing
outside, but from her forced attempt
to cry It was plain she was not
hurt.
"Are you crying, my honey?" asked
mother.
"I’se cwyln’, but I tnn’t mnke any
tear*," answered the tiny miss.
Rules of Conduct
Be sincere.
Be earnest In purpose.
Honest In self-analysis. ,
Concentrated In action.
Kind In all relationships.
Loving to all dependents.
Grateful to the source of all llf\
A Charade
My first verb In the present tens^
My second verb In the past,
\I.v whole motion up and down,
Some one will guess It at Inst.
Answer: See-saw.
Getting Even
“Willie, what Is your grent ambi-
tion?"
"To wash mother's ears."—Success-
ful Farming.
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