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• % •Ttei LKION (Copy for Thi» Department Supplied by the American Legit n News Service.) GOLF OUTFIT FOR PRESIDENT Mayer Bailey of Denver, Commander of Legion Poet, One of the Firet Contributors. Presidential ; golf paraphernalia enought to last the four-year term was received by President Harding when Miss Pauline Trumbo entered tlie White House bearing golf sticks and bag and golf balls from man> parts of the country. The sticks and bag, chosen by •‘Chick’’ Evans, open golf champion, are the gift of the Fort Morgan (ColoJ post of the Ameri- oan Legion to the nation’s chief ex ecutive. -— Miss Trumbo visited twelve states in' the course of the journey from the Oolorarlo city to the national cap- From Second Lieutenant to Major, Waa Climb Made by Depart- 1 ment Commander. Entering the military service as a secon'l lieutenant, Bobert T. Barton, commander of the Virginia , depart ment of the Amer ican Legion, rose to the rank of i major during the r World war. Mr. Barton was born in Winches ter, Va., and re ceived „ his educa- j tlon at Shenan- doah Valiev Acad- V&M MBk emy and the Uni versity of Virginia, where he took the «B. S: and LL. B. degrees. lie practiced law from 1914 until 1916, when he went to the Mexican border as a second lieutenant In the Second Virginia infantry. With the start of the World war, Mr. Barton attended the First Officers’ Training camp at Fort Myer, Va., and received a captaincy. He served as a captain in the 313th field artillery at Camp Lee, Va., until h£ went to France In May, 1918. He participated in the St. Mihiel and Argonn^-Meuse offensives and was promoted to a majority. LEGION MAN IS LAWMAKER Miss Paulin* Trumbo. Itul. In every city and state visited the mayor or governor contributed an engraved golf ball for ITesldent Harding. Tlie collection of golf balla started in Denver with gutta perch* ••pills’’ from Governor Shoup of Colorado, Mayor Bailey of Denver, the com mander of the legion post and a tienver newspaper. Iowa Ex-Service Boys Are Proud of Their Meet Youthful Member of Legislature. “A flghtin’ little devil and a captain Pd go plumb to hell for,” is the way his sergeant char acterized Clyde H. Doolittle, twen- t y-s 1 x-y e a r-o 1 d American Legion member, the youngest lawmak er in the Iowa state legislature. Mr. Doolittle was a law student at Iowa univer sity when war wag declared. He attviideTlhe Hrst officers’ Training camp and went over seas with the 42nd Division. He par- tlcipated In six major offensives and was wounded during the Champagne defensive. Re-entering Aollege upon his return, Mr. Doolittle was elected to the legis lature while away from his home, i Wise in counsel, an eloquent speaker ; and a tireless worker* for the Araerl- 1 can Legion, Mr. Doolittle soon placed ! every Iowa veteran In hit Mebt and j was largely responsible for the aucceea j of the Legion’s legislative program. By Randall Parrish Author of "The Strange Cam of Cavendish M OopyrleM.brl MYSTERY. - Synopsis.—In a New York Jewelry store Philip Severn. United States consular ageist, notices a small box which attracts him. He purchases it. Later he discovers in a secret compartment a writing giving a clew to a T-evolutlonary movement In this country seeking to overthrow the Chilean government. The wftt- ln< mentions a rendezvous, and devern decides to investigate. Find ing the place mentioned in the writ ing apparently deserted, Severn visits a saloon in the vicinity. A woman in the place Is met by a man, seemlnrfy by appointment, and Severn, his suspicions aroused, follows them. They go to the des ignated meeting place, an aban doned Iron foundry. At the ren dezvous Severn Is accepted as one of the conspirators and admitted. He meets a stranger who addresses him as Harry Daly. The incident plays ipto Severn's hands and he accepts It. His new acquaintance Is a notorious. thief, "Gentleman George" Harris. Cdhoealed. Severn hears the girl he had followed ad dress the conspirators. She urges them to hasten the work of the rev olution. The girl discovers Severn listening She accepts his explana tion of his presence and makes an appointment to meet him next day. He tells her his name is Daly. Har- lils Informs lilm of a scheme he has to secure ¥ sufn amounting to fl.000,000, the revolutionary fund, and offers to "split” with him. Sev ern accepts the proposition. Sev ern learns It was his new friend and a "Captain Alva” who had lost the box which started him on the trail. Harris tells him the woman la Marie Gessler. He ar ranges to meet Severn next day at Tom Costigan'a saloon. Leaving the building, Severn flnda the body- of Captain Alva, stabbed to death with a hatpin dagger. He remem bers having seen It. or one like It. In Marie Gessler'a hat. Severn Is forced to believe she Is the slayer. LEGION MEN BURY PATRIOT “Bergint” James Flanagan, Last of Custer Soouta, Laid to Rest in North Dakota. ' Indian fighter, veteran of the CItII war and ardent patriot, “Sargiat” James Flanagan, eighty-four years old and actuaHy the last surviving ,scout of General Custer’s Seventh c a ▼ a4 r y, massa cred on the Little Big Horn, was laid - to rest by the American Le gion in Mandan. N. D„ In one of the most unique lad impressive funeral ceremonies ever witnessed in the northwest. Veterans of five wars participated in the ceremonies. A faltering but proud trio of Grand Army survivors carried at the head of the cortege the same colors which the old sergeant for years had borne as a color guard. Stalwart young veterans of the World war senjL the funeral volley crashing over the patriot’s grave. “Sargint” Flanagan was a native of Greenfield, Mass. In the mid-fifties he joined the mad rush to the gold fields of California. He drifted back to Ohio and Joined the 11th Regiment of Ohio Cavalry, serving through the Civil- war. Later he enlisted in the Seventh cavalry at Fort Lincoln, UNION MEN LEGION MEMBERS — ! Kanaa* Coalfield Center of Hostility, Develops Into Flrst-Prix* Mom- • berahip Locality. From a center of hoetlllty to the American legion, to the town which won the first prize, second classifica tion In the Kansas membership con test. is the record of Mulberry, In the coalfields of the Sunflower state. During the period of the Kansas I coal strikes, union laborers mlscon- I strued the attitude of the Legion in 1 regard to Industrial disputes. When post* officers explained the Legion's principles, the miners were quick to POPULAR SIGNAL CORPS GIRL Helen Hunt Carey Carries Off Honors r at Chicago With Actress as '*• ‘ • - Opponent 7 Motion picture actresses arp allud ing to Chicago members of the Amer- ^7 lean Legion, but wberf it comes to a showdown they vote for their ex- service comrades. This was demon- Helen Hunt Carey, a former signal corps girl, was voted the most popular,^ girl in Chicago * -at the Legloniialre^ $!ub stung? > ■ * Miss Carry’s total of votea was 46,- 254, which, tvas 8,000 more than her nearest rival, a well-known movie ac tress, got. When Miss Carey returned from France, after serving 14 months In the A. E. she wss ejected com mander of Slf-Teo post of the Amer ican Legion, compoMd of former Mg- oai corps girls and jeomanettes. Legion Men Operating Steam Shovel. enroll in the ex-service men’s organiza tion. Legion men are operating the big steam shovel in the photograph. Of a membership of sixty-six in Mulberry post, fifty are now union labor men. Forty-six are members of the United Mine Workers of America. The post also includes six merchants, three farmers, three clerks, two doc tors and two school teachers. MEMORY TREES TO SOLDIERS Plan Proposed to Adorn American Highways Meets With General Ap proval Throughout Country. To plant a tree along the great new American highways in honor of every United States soldier, sailor and ma rine in the World war, is a proposal „„„ which has met with the hearty sup: sfrated wTien Mt*f “Poff ofUie AmeTcaF Legion, G. A. R., Gold Star Mothers and other patriotic organizations. A permanent marker would be placed on each tree, bear ing the name of one veteran and his organization, with no indication of rank. A separate* Inscription would he placed on the trees representing those who died. Full success of the project means that the great Lincoln highway from New Xork to San Francisco and the .Dixie highway from Chicago to Flor- 1 da will be fringed with shade trees. President Harding has expressed his approval of the plan and the United States forestry bureau has promised Its aid. C CHAPTER VII—Continued * —10— There was no out warn sign of any aurvelllance as I turned Into the block; Indeed except for a grocery truck before one of the houses, and an organ-grinder at the farther cor ner, entertaining a group of children, the street was entirely deserted. Mus tering my courage, and with a feeling of deep excitement, I advanced up the steps of the house numbered 247. and. finding refuge In the outer vestl-, bule, rang the hell. I heard no dia- tunt tinkle, bttf within a moment or two the door opened a crack, held In that position by a chain, and the face of a middle-aged woman peered out at me. "Well, what la It?” she snapped. In no encouraging tone. M I should like to see Miss Conrad,” I began apologetically. *i have an ap pointment with her.” “Not here yer ain’t, younfc man, for there ain't nobody by that name In this houae.” “Are you aure? This Is 247^ Is It not? That was the number given me. She was to be here at two o’clock.” "This yere is 247 aU right. I ain’t denyln’ that,” the voice more acid than ever, “but there ain’t no Miss Conrad yere; so that’s all there is about.jL” “But there must be." “Must be nuthin’i I guess I know. Tve been yere seventeen years, an' ther never was nobody of that name “Well, What la It?” She Snapped. ever-in -tfrtar house. -BPSldPSTTm house-" cleanin' and can’t stand yere talkin’ all day.” “Do ~ you know a ntkn ~ named Krantz?” I flung at her desperately, in a last effort*.to arouse some re sponse, “Adolph Krantz.’’ “No, I don’t; ther aln’.t none of those people yere. I t«4l yer.” The door slapped shut In my face, and I heard a bolt shot Into place— the interview waa ended. I stared a moment at the blank door in bewilderment; then turned away, and slowly retraced thy steps to the street. So the young woman had de liberately Bed ta me; had merely been amusing herself at my expenar; had sent me on this wild goose chase so that she might laugh over my sim plicity. But was this true? If so, how was I to account for the strange coincident that both she and Harris had named the same number, and street? It could not have occurred merely through chance. Something must have happened In the mean while to overthrow all her plans, and to cause this rabid) housekeeper to even deny her very existence. And 1 held the key of explanation—the mur der of AJva. Beyond all doubt here was both cause and effect. The girl had intend ed to either see me herself, or by proxy in the form of this mysterious Miss Conrad. But what had since occurred had compelled a sodden change In plans, a necessity for con cealing her escape. There was no way in which she could notify me, but she might very easily have telephoned to her landlady. And, if the place was what I susplcloned* it to be. she might have every confidence that her secret would be guarded. I glanced up at the front of the house, s«*Hrching the windows but without results. The curtains were closely drawn to keep out the sun, and the place appeared forlorn and deserted. At the delicatessen shop on the corner I gained a gleam of light, hut merely enough to strengthen my former Judgment. The keeper, a flax- en-halred Swede. was loquacious enough, hut had only been In business there a few weeks. . “247-Le-4’<«fllde. you say. Yes, she takes roomers; some are men. and some are women. They come in here and buy, hut l never ask the names; it was all cash, so why should I care? Sometimes I hear 'them call names— sure; hut never Conrad. 'The woman what keeps tluAhouse? Walt and I tell you; It Is^n the hooks; ah! you read as she wrote It for me—Mrs. Au gusta Waldron; maybe a widow? What you think? Bah. she never like anything I have to sell. I care noth ing for trade with her^-a cat this Mrs. Augusta Waldron.” I left him with the familiar souhri af the name ringing In my ear*—the whole thing was traveling In a circle, and the* circle was growing continual ly more compact. Blindly, I was stumbling up against It here and' t lie re most unexpectedly. Augusta Waldron % beyond doubt, was Ivan Wal dron's wife. No wonder her house was designated the meeting place for those people. I returned to the hotel. Only as I stood before the door did I realize that the newsboys were calling out, “Extra! All about the murder!” I felt that my face was white, and that by hand shook, yet I hastily bought copies of half a dozen sheets t shoving them Into my pockets. The reports were mostly alike, ex ceedingly brief and unsatisfactory, ex cept that they conveyed the Impres sion that thus far the police possessed no real clue as to the perpetrator of the crime. No one connected with the meeting the night before was men tioned in any article, nor was any sus picion of such-a meeting mentioned. I read the last line with a iilstlnct feel ing of relief, dropping the paplr on the floor. They had discovered no clue, noth ing whatever to work upon. The In terior of^the car had yielded no evi dence of its former occupant, the only reference being to mud on the floor. Outside all footprints had been ob literated by the falling rain. &o one In the neighborhood had heard a sound, or witnessed any movement. The whole affair was shrouded in myg- tery. • . . What, under these conditions, was my duty? What could I either do, or say, to clarify this tragedy, and bring the guilty to justice? I sat there for an hour thinking and smoking, en deavoring to answer these queries. I could study out no clear way to any confession, which would not directly involve myself in the toils of the po lice, or else implicate Marie Gessler, so as to make any defense on her part almost impossible. No doubt she was guilty, yet I could not drive myself to openly charge her with the crime. There must be some extenuating cir cumstances, some unknown cause, which had led to ■•the act. I could not forget her face, her manner, the clear, womanly look of her eye—she was no murderess, and U was not in my heart to denounce her ns such. Besides, if I took this responsibility It would only serve to shield other crimes of more importance than the violent death of this (Silean revolutionary— tin* murder perhapsrof many innocent victims, and the destruction of much valuable property. For Alva’s death would hardly stop the plotting already on foot. The money was still her* in New York ready to be used,' the propa gandists at Washington would never permit it to long lie Idle. They would find somewhere another leader, and I alone seemed to be in a position to balk their haillsh purpose. Perhaps It waa even by their orders that Alva had thus been put dot of ,the way. He had acted t^o slowly, and ^sue- picton ml *ht have been aroused as to his real purpose. Op,every side I-was assailed with doubts. w. Yet, even If I held silent, I knew not in which direction to torn. I had appacently lost all touch with the girl. She had failed me completely— either by accident, or design. Her ap pointment with me had served to re veal only one faet-whlcb might prove of Importance—247 Le Cornpte street was undoubtedly a link In the chain of the conspiracy; it w as the home of Ivan Waldron. Once I tdld this dis covery to Harris the way might be opened to closer investigation. But what had become of Harris? It was already approaching six o’clock, and the man had not telephoned me. 8ure» ly he must be aware by this time of the murder of Alva; the uselessness of seeking longer to find him alive. Was he also endeavoring to avoid me? was his purpose deceit? or had some suspicion arisen in ids mind as to ray really Iwdng Harry Dal^? Aroused by tills possibility, and un able to remain quiet longer, I slipped a revolver from the depths of my'Ihsf Into a coat pocket, and departed again “They Tell Me You’re Hunting Parker." for rostlgan’s, determined to learn the truth. I approached the same bar tender with whom I had spoken In the morning, and he must bars recalled me at once, for, without answering my question he turned and called out to s heavily get. red-faced fellow at the lower end of »he hsr. “Dan, here Is that guy who was asking for Parker. Ho ain’t heard nothin’ from him.” The other came forward, elbowing his way roughly through the crowd, and looked me searchingly In the face. “I’m OoHtigan," he said shortly. ‘They tell me you’re hunting Parker. Did you have an appointment with him?” “Xes; he was to meet me here this morning. Then I left a telephone number, but he hasn’t called me.** “He ain’t been back; that’a the rea son. Come along with me; i want a private word with you.” I followed him rather doubtfully, al though his words and- actions ap peared friendly enough In a gruff way. He led the way to a closed door at the fnd of the bar, which, when opened, disclosed a small business office, con taining merely a desk and two chairs. To his rather gruff invitatiop to sit down, I accepted one of these, chew ing at the cigar between my teeth, and endeavoring to appear quite at ease. Costigan, after securing the door, seat ed himself at the desk, turning bis swivel, chair about so as to face- me, his freckled hands on his knees. “George told me about you ■ this morning,” he began. “At least I sup pose you're the lad; your name Daly?” I nodded, greatly relieved, hut un willing to trust my voice. The man did not know me;* had no suspicion. “Glad ter meet yer," and Costigan filled a pipe, and touched a match to the tobacco , without removing his -steady gaze from my face. "We nevgf had no dealings together, but If yer tied up with George, it’s quite’likely we will have. He an’ I hav' been partners fer a long while. He’s a h—I of a good guy.” “We Just ran into each other acci dentally,” I explained,'feeling that he expected'me to say-something. "Got onto the trail of the sain*? boodle. He told you. I suppose?” LEOPARD CANNOT CHANCE SPOTS Mr. Dodson, the "Liver Tone" Man, Tells the Treachery of Calomel ^ Calomel loses you a day! You know »hat calomel It’s mercury; quick- (liver. Calomel Is dangerous. It crashes into sour bile like- dynamite, cramping ■nd sickening you. Calomel attacks the bones and should never be put lute four system. When you feel blllej|L sluggish, cow- stipated and all knoc^fl out and be lieve you need a dose of dangerous cal omel Just remember that your druggist Sells for a few cents a large bottle of Dodson’s Liver Tone, which 1s entirely vegetable and pleasant to take and U a perfect substitute for caTomel. It Is guaranteed to start your liver without stirring you up Inside, and can not salivate. Don’t take calomel l It can not be' trusted any more than a leopard or a « wild cat. Take Dodson’s Liver Tone which straightens you right up and makes you feel fine. Give It to the children because It Is perfectly harm less and doesn’t gripe. He Must Be Board tp Dsatto He—Where does Sir Oliver Lodge? 8h«*—Wherf Ouija boards.—I’hlla- Jelphiu Ledger. SWAMP-ROOT FOR KIDNEY AILMENTS There ia only one medicine that really ■tanda out preeminent aa a medicine for curable ailment* of the kidaeya, liver sad bladder. Dr. Kilmer’a Swamp-Root stand* the highest for the reason that it has proven to be just the remedy needed in upon 1‘ Swamp- cauiie its realized in moot cases. It. to S gentle, healing vegetable compound. ‘ Start treatment kt once. Sold at all drug stores is bottle* of two siaea, medi um and large. However, if yes wish first to test this greet preparation send ten cents to Dr. Kilmer A Co., Binghamton, N. Y., for * ■ample bottle. When writing be sure and mention this paper. |uat the remedy Beaded in thonaanda thousands of ’ distressing eases. vRoot makes friends quickly be ta mild and immediate effect is soon The [M-Mftlmist derives bin pleasure fnun trying tu spoil the pleasure of other*. AN OPEN LETTER TO WOMEN Mr*. 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Littlb, S466 Livingston St, Philadelphia^ Pa. How much harder the daily teaks of a woman become when she suffers from such distressing symptomssnd weakness as did Mrs. Little. No woman should allow herself to get into such a condition because such troubles may be speedily overcome by Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege table Compound, which for more than forty years has been restoring American women to health. Virtue.-* Virtue is not to be considered In the light of mere innocence, or at* staining from harm, but as the exer tion of our faculties In doing good.— Butler. Relief 6 Bcll-ans Hot water Sure Relief BABIES LOVE “Yon nanet have faith in (pit* of all.” « \AtAMl {TO Mt CQNTIKCID >