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Tfct Bara will P—pl«-8«|itl—I. BaniwlU & C. Thareday, December 2, 1937 <Xtk Me Another % A Gtutrai QuiM 1. Which are the three largest fresh-water lakes in the work!? 2. In what country did geome try originate? , 3. What is the minimum age for the office of President of the Uaited States? 4. In what country has a con demned criminal the choice of drinking cyanide of potassium or being hanged? 6. 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? V 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 money 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. 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She had lied about her true birthday since she was eight and owing to a single overwhelming catastrophe it had been easy enough to confuse her father. Twelve years—twelve years In Elslnboro, six of them without him, terribly alone with her step mother. Yes, you could be alone with somebody else—far lonelier than if you were by youraeU. She was alive—tremendously alive in side. That was the trouble; it had to atay inside. She palpitated with dreams of what might be—the se cret dreams of a young girl who longs to believe in life as something warm, something you can hold in your arms. But when she looked outside herself she stared at a wall Elslnboro has its counterpart in Clean or Elmira but not in Wilkes- Barre, Scranton or Pottaville. Forty thousand strong, it has known no overpowering foreign infiltration and presents a cross-section of the American scene, old style, from a miniature Tammany to an elite who read French, talk liberalism and discriminate between one dollar and another. There are plenty of dollars, gathered by adventurous sons from the four corners of the earth, but there were no fabulous fortunes until Bolivar Smith got an idea 15 years ago. -Six roughnecks believed in it and became multi millionaires almost overnight. They took over the section now known as Platinum Hill and built their incon gruous chateaux in a huge circle. But Joyce Sewell was not of them; in fact she had no part or parcel of Elsinboro, new or old. She was pure North Shore, descended from generations of the Sewells who christened more clipper ships when the American merchant marine overtopped the fleets of the world than any other tribe. Her presence in the town was an accident—one of those tragic accidents that leave their mark for the whole of life. The scene—so far away, so long ago —lived in her eyes, shut or open. She would listen too, her ears trem bling lest they hear. But memory is silent, part of its terror lies in silence. No crash of guns reached her now, only the remembered flash. No thud of bullets on stone, wood and flesh, no choking scream—only the indelible, the unforgettable scene. Her mother unspeakably murdered. A pause—the eternal pause that had lasted but a second. Her father snatching her up under one arm, a petaca under the other, to rush along interminable corridors, fol lowed by shots and the derisive jeers of the marauders who be lieved he could not possibly escape. Stairs—wooden stairs, stone steps, the secret door and the garden, black beneath towering cypress and spreading ash. Hurry! Hurry! The postern, unlocked, then locked. The starlit open night, immersion in the icy lake, a dugout and finally refuge in a humble peon hut. No—not finally. Followed days in a pannier on the back of a mule, hours in a crowded train, a week, on a refugee ship bound for New Orleans and on that ship Mrs. Irma Thorne, of Elsinboro, New York. Irma Thorne, then three years a widow, believed it was her mission to .lo people good whether they liked it or not. She was not a refugee but a returning traveler with a well- filkd pocketbook. She had soft to- baoco-colored eyes, but there the softness ended; though the truth would have surprised and wounded her, her chin, her stocky body, her will and her conscience were as toigh as rawhide. The mere sight of Cutler Sewell's lackluster eyes, gone dead in his head, staring at his little daughter but eternally seeing something else, was a supreme challenge to her peculiar aptitude for service and abnegation. She lock charge. She gave Joyce her first bath in ten days and made her a frock out of her own best skirt She rushed father and daughter to her home in Elsinboro. She was undoubtedly a good woman and by ev^ry rule in the copybook Joyce should have loved her. Gently ad monished by her father she tried pitdully to do so and failed. It was no use. She was too young to think things out; all she knew was that a barrier of ice stood between her heart and her benefactress. “Daddy, let’s go away.” “We can’t, Joyce; not just now. At present I haven't a cent” “Please, papacito. I don’t like he,-.” “You mustn’t say that. She’s a good woman—a very good woman.” "I know,” quavered Joyce, be wildered by her own detestation but face to face with a fact ”Oh, please, papacito, please!” He compromised, yielding to the endearing pet diminutive that had never yet failed her. On the ex- cum *t»e ought to keep uy her Span ish as a possible asset for the future he took her into his study for an hour every afternoon. That hour had been sacred, proof against any form of Interruption from the day when a knock on the door had thrown Joyce into a paroxysm of screams followed by prolonged sob bing. Yet she was no cry-baby; that one convulsive protest was her last, but it had been enough. She and her father talked Spanish in peace, not always for the full hour. Sometimes, quite content to be at hia side, she watched him write let ters—long painstaking letters—al ways to one of two addresses. When the answers came he filed them away, ever more and more sadly, in'the petaca. It was a funny little trunk covered with rawhide stretched on the frame while still wet. The hair was mostly worn off but there were still arabesques of brass-headed tacks to which he had added a card bearing the following signed inscription: "Upon my death V "What’s the Matter With Joyce?” this box and contents become the property of Joyce Sewell, my daughter and sole heir.” With each addition to the dossier he weakened, became less the man of property and more the chastened sacrificial goat The day came when Irma Thorne married what was left of him for appearances’ sake and for his and for Joyce’s—not for her own. Perhaps he knew the surren der would kill him, but at least his orphaned child would have a roof over her head. She was sixteen when he died. Helm Blackadder was a rock of a man. forty-nine and virile, with bushy brows, steely eyes and crisp gray hair. He was a native son, a product of Elsinboro so interwoven in the town’s pattern it had never occurred to him to consider any other place as a base. Yet in his capacity as an excellent engineer and a daring promoter he had bur rowed in South Africa, combed Ko rea and lived in Chile with varying degrees of profit. In the intervals he had known Irma Bostwick, Irma Thorne and finally Irma Sewell. Part of him frankly admired part of her; she had a bulldog quality and so had he. Now she had sent for him and as he entered her very com fortable living room he wondered why. “Well, Irma, what’s on your mind?” “It’s Joyce, Helm; but do sit down. Take that big chair. It looks as if it had been made for you.” “What’s the matter with Joyce?” Mrs. Sewell frowned and then sub stituted a look of patient resigna tion. “You know all I’ve done for her. Don’t think 1 mean 1 begrudge it since it was my duty and there’s no greater satisfaction In life than seeing one’s duty and doing it. But can you believe in spite of every thing she actually dislikes me? She does, though; I think she always has.” She waited, but since Black- adder refrained from comment she continued. “But that’s not the worst of it; she’s harming herself, de liberately destroying her great chance.” “How?” he asked bluntly. “Oh, all this extra-curriculum studying she’s been doing. She’s kept up her Spanish so you’d think she could teach it anywhere but now she wants to take a business course." ••Secretarial? ” “No; she doesn’t give It any fancy name—just plain stenography and typing.” “What’s wrong with that?” de manded Blackadder. “It’s the way several of the highest paid women in the world got their start and I can name half a dozen cases where it’s been a royal road to marriage. So I don’t see how it could hurt Joyce.” “You don’t?” said Mrs. Sewell. She edged forward on her chair. “Listen, Helm; I wouldn’t tell this to anybody but you. Howard Semp- ter, Emil Schaaf and Michael Kirk patrick have all proposed to her over and over again.” “Half of Platinum Hill!” said Blackadder, scowling. “Well, she’s no business woman and never will be.” “Why? Why do you say that?” “Because if she were she’d marry them all. one after the other, and retire.” “Oh!” gasped Mrs. Sewell, truly shocked. “Which one of the three do you think she’d find it easiest to fall for and to handle?” “That’s what I wanted to ask you. It’s got to be one pretty soon or none.” “Why? What’s the hurry?” “Can’t you think it out for your self? If Platinum Hill goes after a girl with no money it’s largely be cause she isn’t a stenographer.” Blackadder’s scowl deepened. “I hate to agree with you but I guess you’re right. It’s a shame one town should be saddled with three of that brand of snob, but if she’s so at tractive, what about a boy or two of the good old stock? Aren’t any of them hanging around?” “They would if they could afford it, but they know they can’t. The nice boys she knows are all in col lege with years to go before they’ll begin looking for a job. They’re too young. I have enough income to manage on and wait, but I know Joyce—she won’t stay with me much longer and she hasn’t a pen ny” “What about her father? I re member hearing he owned one of the show places in Mexico. Do you know what that means? A hacienda that doesn’t run over 20,000 acres would be ,at the foot of the class.” “He lost It—everything he had. He wasn’t even compensated for the murder of his wife though his law yer assured him he would be. Cut ler used to speak of it as blood money and wouldn’t have thought of taking it except for Joyce. And it’s she that matters now. She’s got to be saved from herself and you must help.” “I? Why me?” “Because you’re real. Helm, and the only man I know well enough to turn to. There’s something in her frightens me. Sometimes she’s a burning bush and the next instant she’s quicksilver. Please, Helm. This child was put in my charge by a direct act of God. Whether she loves me or not it’s my duty to guide her life along the lines of common sense. Which, do you want her to do—go around looking for a job at $15 a week or be the first to bring a little culture to Platinum Hill? Which gives her the best chance for a full life?” “A missionary, eh?” said Black adder. his lips quirking oddly. He lifted his heavy shoulders and let them fall. “Well, Mike oughtn’t to be so bad. I remember his father as a ditch-gang foreman with a laugh and plenty of punch besides.” Mrs. Sewell sighed resignedly. “I would have chosen Howard Semp- ter, but trust a man to pick a man is a good rule though we women seldom follow it. So it’s to be Mrs. Michael — not Mike — Kirkpatrick. Anyway it sounds a lot better than Mrs. Schaaf.” At that moment there was a sound of somebody entering the hall. "Joyce, is that you?” “Yes. ma’am.” “She’s never once called me mother,” whispered Mrs. Sewell to Blackadder, a hurt and bewildered look in her liquid brown eyes. Then she raised her voice. “Come here, dear; we want to talk to you.” Blackadder disliked being rushed and felt he was being drafted with out his consent, but immediately Joyce entered he was conscious of an odd reaction as though all his gears had gone suddenly into re verse. She nodded to him and turned to her stepmother. “Well?” “Oh, do sit down, Joyce.* Can’t you sit down and talk reasonably for once in your life?” (TO BE CONTIISUED) Fuel Oil for Use on the Rolling Ships Can Now Be Stored Aboard Large Vessels Oil has been poured on raging seas to calm turbulent waves which threaten shipwreck. Now comes Ed ward R. Carroll of Brooklyn, N. Y., with an invention which is intended to do the same thing, but keeps the oil in the ship’s tanks, notes a writ er in the Kansas City Star. The invention provides an ingeni ous control of the swishing of the oil inside the tanks, which counter acts pitching and rolling of the ship. Used on battleships, it would keep the ship steady so that the aim of its guns would not be spoiled. Carroll’s invention, described in a patent (No. 2077143) recently grant ed to him, is designed for ships with engines that burn oil for fuel, such as Diesel engines. The ships would be provided with a double bottom and wing tanks built in the sides. In these the oil is stored. Unlike conventional storage tanks, these tanks and the double bottom are divided up into long cells by iron plate-like partitions. Valves in the partitions can be controlled from a central station. By opening and closing the valves, flow of oil from one cell to the other is con trolled. Whenever the ship begins to roll, the valves distribute the flow of oil so as to act as a counterweight to the roll. Thus, when the ship tips to starboard, all the oil cannot move instantly toward that side. It is held on the portside and helps to right the ship. Similarly any synchronism be tween waves and motion of the ship which leads to violent rolling would be broken up. Such synchronism increases the roll to the point where it endangers the ship. It is brought about by the same principle in volved in swinging. Just as a slight push at the proper moment sends the person in the swing higher into the air, so waves in synchronism with the roll of the ship, can cause it to roll and pitch more and more steeply. trWIRER Bty AfyMW CbatobcAlcUH SMARTS IN THIS ISSUE! You’ll enjoy the unique story of Joyce Sewell’s escapade in romantic old Mexico. Follow her through unparalleled adven ture as she copes with political intrigue to regain possession of LaBarranca, the secluded hacienda where she was born. Watch the developments that place her in the center of amusing international com plications . . . and watch her fall in love with Dirk Van Suttart, the handsome undersecretary from the American embassy, assigned to guard this young up start! 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