THE SUN, NEWBERRY, S. CL FRIDAY, DECEMBER 3, 1937 ■ H* Jlsk Me Another A A General Quiz 1. Which are tiie three largest fresh-water lakes in the world? 2. In what country did geome try originate? 3. What is the minimum age for the office of President of the United States? 4. In what country has a con demned criminal the choice of drinking cyanide of potassium or being hanged? 5. In Roman mythology who was Lucina? 6. Of what material is a para chute made? 7. How great is the flow of the Big Horn Hot spring at Thermopo- lis, Wyo.? 8. Is coal still forming in the United States? Answers 1. Lakes Superior, Victoria (Af rica), and Huron. 2. The history of the science be gins in Greece, but mensuration was developed to a considerable extent at an early period in Egypt, Babylonia and India. 3. Thirty-five years. . 4. In Estonia the death penalty in murder cases gives the con demned this choice. 5. Goddess of Light. 6. The sail of a parachute is made of carefully chosen un treated silk, while the shroud lines are of a high grade thrown silk, consisting of not less than 32 threads of a 3-ply each. They have a breaking strength of not less than 400 pounds. 7. The flow is 18,600,000 gallons of hot mineral every 24 hours. There are many other hot springs in Hot Springs State park. The springs were given to the state by Chief Washakie of the Shoshone Indians. 8. The Bureau of Mines says that coal is still forming in some parts of the United States, such as the Everglades, in Dismal swamp, and a few other similar places. Necessity Money History tells us that the social and economic unrest of the years 1833-44 and 1861-65 caused hard, mcr.ey. to go into hiding and re sulted in a deluge of private coins which passed as cents. The great est number of these necessity coins were issued during the Civil war period. More than 10,000 va rieties have been found in copper, brass, lead and other metals, the majority bearing political and pa triotic slogans or merchants’ names. MODEL F-96 9 TUBES 3 BANDS Touch Tuning (7 buttons). Silent Tun ing. AFC Tone Monitor. Louver Dial. Visual Volume ControL Visual 4-point Tone Control. Automatic Band Indi cator. 12-inch Stabilized Dynamic Speaker. Bass Compensation. Foreign- Domestic Reception. R.F. Pre-selector length Console .... Ful1 : *1Q9 95 $10.00 DOWN DEUVERS FREE HOME TRIAL r~N. GENERAL ELECTRIC ^ RADIO PERRY-MANN ELECTRIC COMPANY, INC. (WhoUwaU DUtributort) Columbia, S. C. POK REPLACEMENTS SPECIFY O-l PRI-TESTEO RADIO TUBES Under Pressure By George Agnew Chamberlain Dirk rose. “I’m leaving for To luca in half an hour,” he stated. “What about it, Arnaldo? Any chance of your coming with me?" “No,” said Arnaldo, snapping out of his daze. He turned to Van Sut- tart. “Sit down.” Dirk obeyed. “What do you suppose I’m thinking about? Do you know Dorado? No. Well, I do. We’re too late—too late by hours. To make the trip would be a mere sentimental gesture.” “Just the same I’m going,” said Dirk. “To take a fall out of a wind mill,” asserted Arnaldo impatiently. “Have you any idea what a Mexi can hacienda is like?” “No.” “It’s a fortress. Don’t be a fool. If you insist on making a journey to bring back the remains wait un til you can take a hearse and a troop of cavalry along with a bat tery of seventy-fives to help you. If your ambassador can’t get them, come to me and I’ll see what I can do.” “No,” said Dirk. “You don’t un derstand. He gave me a job and if I tried passing the buck back to him he’d be through with me for keeps and I wouldn’t blame him. Do you mind dropping'me at my place?” Joyce stared down in horror at the wreck of a man at her feet. Reason told her since he was mor tally wounded she must be stronger than he, yet she was not—all her strength had turned to water. From the waist up he was terribly alive. His right hand was still clamped on her ankle so tightly that circulation had almost ceased and with his left he had managed to seize her skirt. Rather than have it dragged off her she sank to one knee, straining her head back from the sight of his face. “Luz!” she cried in a last despair ing wail. A bar clattered on the far side of the patio, a door opened and the fig ure of a woman stepped forth. She was ageless as are all peons once the bloom of youth has passed, but strong with the toughness of raw- hide. Her leathery face would have been expressionless had it not been for the brilliance of cavernous black eyes. The instant they beheld Joyce their expression underwent a star tling transformation. It did not oc cur to her she was staring at the babe she had nursed at her breast; what she thought she saw was that babe’s mother to the very life. She dashed to the rescue, scream ing as she went: - Senor Maximili- ano! Julio! Leonardo! Plutarco! Ri- quieta! Nataniel!” As the last cry for help left her 1'ps she sprang through the air to pounce like a cat, claws out, on Joyce’s assailant. Heedless of the shattered hip which was uppermost she dug knowingly under his other thigh and presently tugged into view a sheath knife with a glittering blade a foot long. Gripping the han dle with both hands she raised it on high. The man promptly gave up. He released his hold on Joyce, rolled over and with a sigh of relief exposed his breast to descending death. But he counted without Joyce. She seized Luz’s wrists and wrenched them upward. “No, Luz, no!” At Luz’s call doors had opened on every side and people were com ing on the run. As the wondering group gathered Luz looked up, her face distorted in bewilderment. An instant later she dropped the knife, threw herself on her knees, bowed her head to the ground and began kissing Joyce’s feet with a fervor interrupted only by elucidating wails. “Joycita! Cita! Ciquita! My ba by! At my breast—my own breast!” She looked up at the crowd through streaming eyes. “Our baby has come back to us!” Joyce lifted her up and kissed her tear-wet cheeks. “Luz! Oh, Luz! But we can’t talk now; we must get a doctor.” “What for?” asked Luz. “This poor man—we must try to save him.” “He’s dead,” said several of the crowd in unison. “Wait!” called a sonorous voice. “Wait for me.” Joyce looked around and memory, not quite sure of itself, stirred in her breast. An imposing figure was approaching along the gallery of the patio with carefully measured steps accompanied by the regular thump of a rubber-tipped staff. “Who is he?” asked Joyce hur riedly. “You have forgotten Don Jorge, Senor Maximiliano?” asked Luz. “Because he Dfecame blind,” she explained, “they left him life.” “Of course,” said Joyce, remem bering. “Maxie, the superintendent. But blind!” Luz stepped forward, caught Senor Maximiliano’s free hand and kissed it with respect. She explained the baby of long ago had returned. He let fall his staff, reached out and laid hands on Joyce’s shoulders. “Maxie,” she breathed, “I used to call you Maxie.” He wrapped his arms around her and held her close for a long mo ment of silence. “The babe is be come a woman,” he rumbled, “but she will always be a child to me. Welcome back to your home and to our hearts. Leonardo!” “S e n o r,” answered Leonarda stepping forward “Summon the people; let them greet their mistress.” There was no need for Leonardo to issue a call since men, women, and children were already swarm ing into the precincts of the inner patio. They came from the outer court, the tienda and the scattered houses beyond the gates. Silently, their black eyes staring in VTonder, they passed before Joyce, each pausing with bent knee to kiss her hand. A toddling infant closed the long procession, 500 strong. Joyce snatched up the baby and faced the throng. “As this child is one of you,” the called, “so am L Boundariet di vide peoples; they can’t divide the human family. Love me and I will serve you; serve me with faith in your hearts and I will love you.” She turned to Senor Maximiliano and laid her hand on his arm. "Was that all right, Maxie?” “Your father might have spoken the words,” said Don Jorge, “and I know no greater praise. But I am confused. Let us go inside— you and Luz and I—and talk.” Don Jorge Maximiliano de la Si erra was a gentleman, a scion of a collateral branch of the family which had originally owned La Bar ranca. Seated in the little room which had been her mother’s boudoir, with Luz standing before them, Joyce told Don Jorge of her father’s death and the dreary years culminating with the arrival of the warrant for $10,000. Then, interrupted by sev eral sharp questions, she gave him the exact facts as to what had hap pened in the week since she had re turned to Mexico. “Let’s say farewell to the past,” said Don Jorge, “and face the pres ent. What you have told me about Onelia troubles me profoundly. Why did he accede to your request? Why did his men kill Dorado and then abandon you?” “They didn’t,” said Joyce quickly. “What!” cried Don Jorga, straightening in his chair. “Ata you sure, my child?” “Quite sure, Maxie. Didn’t I tell you Onelia told Pancho Buenaven tura that Dorado mustn’t be killed at any price? They chased him away—I saw them with my own eyes—but they didn’t kill him.” (TO BE CONTINUED) “Norway Pine” Misnomer; Forest Service Orders It Shall Be Known as “Red Pine” » SYNOPSIS f Joyce Sewell, on the eve ot her twentieth birthday, rebels at her lot. dependent on her detested stepmother, Irma, and full of tragic memories of her mother’s murder twelve years before and her frther's death tlx months ago. Irma calls in Heim Black- Edder, an admirer, to help her persuade Joyce to marry rich, young Michael Kirk patrick. Mike, unt up to Joyce by Irma and Blackadder, demands a showdown on his proposal and Is rejected. Joyce real izes that La Barranca, a Mexican hacienda which her father had owned, legally be longs to her. Later, she receives a letter enclosing a warrant on the United Stales Treasury for $i