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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. 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.
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George Agnew Chamberlain
CHAPTER I
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Joyce sat on a leather puff beside
her small-psned window looking out
and down at the turning maple
leaves. She was nineteen—tomor
row she would be twenty. Nobody
living knew it but herself—nobody.
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
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The invention provides an ingeni
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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
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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! Read today’s installment of “Under
Pressure** ... and read the following
chapters of George Agnew Chamberlain’s
gay new serial!
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SEWING. Forty-eight pages of
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"Quotations"
Be too large for worry, too noble
for anger, too strong for fear and
too happy to permit the presence of
trouble. Think well of yourself and
proclaim this fart to the world—not
in ioud words, hut in great deeds.—
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When everything ia new and
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Every day is a little life, and our
whole life is but a day repeated.—
Joseph Hall.
Think naught a trifle, though it
small appear; small sands the moun
tain, moments make the year and
trifles life.—Eduard Young.
couches; making curtains for ev
ery type of room and purpose.
Making lampshades, rugs, otto
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