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i f ThiirrcL'* September 22, 1932 0*^ • / 7] © HAfiCOUST ■MCI UP ELEVENTH INSTALLMENT SYNOPSIS: Johnny Breen, 16 years old, who had spent all of his life aboard a Hudson river tugboat plying near New York, is tossed in to the river in a terrific collision which sinks the tug, drowns his mother and the man he called fa ther. Ignorant, unschooled, and fear driven, he drags himself ash ore, hides in the friendly darkness of a huge covered truck—only to be kicked out at dawn—and into the midst of a tough gang of boys who beat and chase him. He escapes mto a basement doorway where he hides. The next day he is rescued and taken into the home of a Jew ish family living in the rear of their second-hand clothing store. He works in the sweatshop store—and is openly courted by Becka—the young daughter ... The scene shifts to the home of the wealthy Van Horns—on 5th Avenue, where lives the bachelor—Gilbert Van Horn— in whose life there is a hidden chapter . That chapter was an af fair with his mother’s maid, who left the house when he was accused. The lives of Johnny Breen and Gil bert Van Horn first cross when Van Horn sees Breen win his first im- S ortant ring battle. Pug Malone, ght trainer, rescues youn? Breen from a crooked manager, takes him in hand, finds Breen cannot read and starts him to night school, and the world commences to open for Johnny Breen . . . Malone, an old- timer, is backed in a health-farm venture—taking Breen with him. There they meet and come to know Gilbert Van Horn. John at tracts Van Horn, who learns of Breen’s mother, named Harriet. Learning John’s desire for an en gineering course at Columbia Uni versity—he advances the money. John comes to know Josephine, Van Horn’s war«* and during his school years falls in love with her. Graduating as a Civil Engineer he gets a Job with a great construc tion company, working in New i York. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY “Breen, It’s hard to get these tod- men to use their heads.” _The ex- , perienced engineer was speaking with authority. “We engineers got to hold ’em down,” he added with | conviction. John was leaving. “See ] you later,” Mailing called, and John left the exciting scene. “We en- * gineers!” He felt a foot taller, and Monday morning seemed a year away. John was very young. < ' y He went to his new room, un packed the photograph of Jose phine, and looked at her image long and thoughtfully. He called up Van Horn and had also talked i with Josephine for a moment over -"ythe telephone. She seemed glad to hear from him. Her laugh was ; familiar. John remembered noth- i ing but the laugh. Her very re just enough contact with great affairs to make him an entrancing companion. He . was constantly meeting important men. A word or two, a mere hint, gave Josephine the feeling of mingling in a conse- McCORMICK MESSENGER, McCORMICK, SOUTH CAROLINA tered a minute earlier, called to him. “Come in, John, glad to see you Josephine!” he called, but his ward had already disappeared in the up per hall. “What’s up, John? No thing wrong, I hope?” He looked at the young man quizzically. “Josephine has promised to mar ry me.” The words sounded unreal, almost as if he were uttering some thing sacrilegious. “Marry you?” Gilbert Van Horn steadied himself at a newel post. “The devil you say? Come here, John,” He gripped him by the alone, as if by magic, John and hand. His eyes glistened, he turn- Josephine were again on the fatal I ed away. “Here, Jules!” to the but- plane of delicious intimacy. j ler hovering in the hall, “some Cli- Josephine smiled. John noted the quot, Jules! We’ll have to drink to this. By gad! By gad! Kelly will PAGE NUMBER TE FELIX RIESENBERG w w * w w MYHOMt YOURS >yB£RTHAfDSON LAY Lamb Hash and Peas Monday is usually a busy day, and ! while the Monday dinner should be Neckline and the sleeves feature jUst as a PP efcisin S* it is wise t> this fall suit, which is being shown | make that P arfcicuiar 'neal an easy like this, he will. I was afraid merest suggestion of a dimple. A mood, of perfeet understanding seemed to permeate the air. The Rantoul had the inner track—too ent from Gilbert Van Horn’s world, dinner.was superb. She had asked old, John—too old,” he added, smil- a place utterly divorced from busi- for a cocktail and John joined her, ^ ing and shaking his head. Gilbert quential world. It was so differ in lightweight woolens or silk. In black silk or off-brandywine shades it has caught the fancy for early wear and it is so popular that the model in light wool will carry on over to the later season. The drop shoulder effect is ac centuated by the one to prepare. If the Sunday roast has been Iamb, trim the fat from the mea- and discard, put throueh the foM grinder and add a half of green pepper finely ground or chopped, a few drops of onion juice (if tho bellkfiniinppri famil y i ik es the taste of onion), and mix and soften with left-over ness and occupied with stupid sports, or gossip, or mooning. Women were attracted by Rant oul, women always had been at tracted to him. Charming women, Josephine knew, would take him in an instant, and he loved her. She was certain of that, loved her in tensely, with passion held in mas- and a bottle of St. Julien added Van Horn looked old, tired, as he flavor to the dishes. Cafe Bouls- 1 led the way to the library. It had vard, always famous for its coffee, outdid itself on that Arabian night. They ate their ices and lingered, while John smoked a cigar grand ly, blowing fragrant clouds through the hedge as they leaned across the table tete-a-tete. Blue wreaths terly reserve. He was a compelling drifted slowly back across her figure. She often thought of him as a Richard Harding Davis hero, an engineer of great renown, de corated by foreign potentates. Jose phine laughingly told this to Rant oul. When they dined that night at the West-Hambletons’, Rantoul wore a yellow and red fcash across his breast with a brilliant ten- pointed star. A sparkling order hung about his neck by a purple ribbon. On the breast of his even ing coat, over his heart, was a row of overlapping medals. It was the night he proposed. John had never proposed to her, hair. “Do you mind the smoke, Jo?” He used the diminutive easily. “No, John, I love it.” Her face was close to his, her hair gave back the faintest perfume. She was even lovelier than he had imagined her in his fondest dreams; she was an angel. As John talked Josephine was glad, so glad, to be with him. He was finer, more manly, more hand some than ever. John talked as he had never talked before. His life at the University, in the atmos- probably never would, or perhaps phere of recognized ideas, had ; ticence conveyed things that deem ed bound to bring them close to gether again. The warmth of 1 young summer was in the air; lov ers were walking ih the park across the way. Van Horn remained in the city. He just refused to leave, and Jose phine, in the dark cool house in the' middle Fifties, agreed with those millions who have said, “New York is a splendid summer resort." As many people were always in or about town, and as Josephine had several insistent problems confront ing her, the city, in the summer, took on the proportions of an ad venture. Josephine was frankly- in the business of living successfully. She had no intention of being any thing but a success, and not mere ly a social success, but to achieve freedom, and expression, and, well, lots of other things besides. In fact she was not above the plane of experiment. The artless dropping of a fold of her crepe kimono about her lovely neck, for an .instant pink reflected light of a table lamp, beneath John’s eyes, as she had bent over him, placing a tray of toast and tea upon his bed, on the morning of his convalescent luxury, happened as she planned. She recalled his quickly mounting color, her bustling of the pillow un der his head, bending close above him, breathing the freshness of her morning bath. It was all so inti mate, and innocent. * And John had never asked any thing. * It puzzled her. Boys pro posed to her, almost as a matter of course. Gerrit Rantoul had pro posed, and was waiting her reply. Josephine still felt Rantoul standing over her, tall and firm and charming, his white hair a mark of distinction rather than of age. He once told her, half laughingly, “I guess I was bom that way.” Rantoul was wealthy, belonged to good clubs, had offices in the fin ancial district, and had leisure and k I 1 I:*::: «» t / .^.4 Women were attracted by Rantoul, women always had been attracted to him. had never had the chance. Van Horn was dining at the club. broadened him. He unburdened great ambitions ripe for expression It was Friday night, a beastly night in that understanding night. His by the way, with so many pepple always eating fish, and Aunt Wen was in the midst of a book. John had called up only an hour before. It was six o’clock. Per haps he was still at his new quart ers. She would call, And would leave word for Rantoul, at his rooms, that she could not see him. After all, Josephine could see Rantoul often, but that night she wanted to see John Breen. They met, an hour later, at the Savoy, and walked east, through Fifty-ninth Street to the Third Avenue L. It was a familiar sta tion to John, in a reminiscent way, as indeed the entire city was rem- been a long pull. “You’ll need a ring. Ring her, boy, ring her,” he advised. Jules filled the glasses. “Here’s good luck; Josephine and you.” They stood and drank the wine in solemn silence. “Thank you, Gil,” John said simply. “How are you fixed? Money, I mean,” the 'older man spoke with the ease of long friendship. “I’ve enough,” John answered; “I’ll make more.” The talk of money seemed hate ful to John. He was feeling let down from his period of exaltation; he wanted to get away, wanted to vhink. “Good night, John, I won’t come down.” Van Horn held out his hand. H6 too wanted to be alone, to think. “Don’t worry about money,” he called. Josephine will have enough. It’s a partnership, you know—” He waved his hand as John left, to walk uptown under the stars, up through the southern part of the park where he and Becka had tarried, and on, up to the flat opposite the shaft site. The more John walked the less certain he was of what might happen next. (CONTINUED NEXT WEEK.) t sleeves which are three-quarter length to permit full display of the grav y* or stock. If one has no » stock, a beef extract cube dissolved in a cupful of hot water will an swer the purpose. After mixing the meat, green pepper and onion juice and season ing, heat the mixture until very hot, sprinkle a little flour over the dish, and stir well, reheat, and serve on toast and add peas as a . vegetable. 4BI t; LV \ Tribute to Col. Jones surer outlook and his burning belief in the great dignity of the career ahead, glorified him. He would be a builder, “like Rantoul. Yes, like Rantoul,” a builder in the greatest city of the world! Something from within smote Josephine; it came, a cold breath of dopbt. She was losing ground, slipping in a mental panic as she compared her lovers. She missed the tight, high-colored skin of the older man, youthfully flushed at times, perhaps by wine. The crisp white hair of Rantoul was less silky, and less thick, than the youthful crop of Breen, and she missed that careful guarded man- iniscent and crowded with sur- j ner, the habit of an older man, but prises. The same old platforms and which she then set down to cun- rails, but an electrified train car- ning. John swept her along on a ried them down through the close flood of emotion. His hunger de- revealment of the East Side. Jacob manded her; it was a terrbile emo- Riis had written about, slums, dis- tion. She dared not try to fascin- turbingly, and Theodore Roosevelt ate or charm. Love stabbed her had endorsed his words; this gave with delirious pain. Doubt dropped the steaming tenements a senti- away- and, in her instant of sur- mental and a literary value. j render, her hold on John was of “John, I’m so glad to see you, transcendent power, alone.” Josephine was starting j Rantoul vanished from her mind, things early. “There’s a lovely and John Breen, so close across thfe place, the Cafe Boulevard, so Bo- table, clasping her hand, her pulse, hemian, John, and, with you, I’m her soul,* was the finer man, not afraid.” A few weeks before wealthier by twenty years, rich full Rantoul had protected her there. ! years she was to share with him, John Breen might have no med- i 0 ve with him. His grip tightened; als, she mused, moving closer to he whispered, “Darling, will you him, but he did have an uncanny marry me?” The question had been fascination on that simmering i n his eyes. She heard the words, night. the fervent words carrying her be- John secured a table on the bal- yond all thought of time or calcula- cony, ten feet or so above the tion. crowded street, where they could “Will you wait for me?” his dine, under the awnings, in the op- eager tones were tender. “Will you en air, and still in sight of the sweetheart?” entrancing things within. j •j-jjeij. e y es met, swimmingly. She Josephine sank into her seat with whispered, “Yes.” Rathoul was a sigh, they were very fortunate in- forgotten; her plans and structure deed in getting that delightful tumbled and re-formed. ta ^* They drove home in a taxi glid- On their ride downtown, they had ing quickly through dark envelop- talked the common-places of their ing streets. John helped her to the separation. But once at table, and door, and Van Horn, who had en- Colonel Carey M. Jones, one of the foremost auctioneers of pure bred livestock in Amercia, will be on the block again this fall in the Chicago stockyards when the week ly oiub calf auctions get under way. For some years he has given his valuable services to the club pro gram in this way and for the love of doing it. The Colonel has a very kindly interest in farm boys and girls. He was a farm boy him self and had to make his own way in the world. “And, besides,” he says, “there isn’t anything which gives me such a thrill as to get a good price for a boy’s club calf and see his eyes brighten as he figures the money he will receive.” And what a lot of money Colonel Jones has made for club members. In his genial and shrewd way he keeps all the buyers feeling good and the average of the sales he has made is right at the top of the mar ket. During the eight years he has occupied the block at these auc tions he has sold 12,850 club calves at a total of more than $1,550,000. Last year was his best turnover, 2,- 412 calves passing under his ham mer. These auctions were started back when there was no organized means of selling the club calves after the fair was over. Before the auction packers were asked to come to the various fairs and buy the calves. Soon the calls were so many the / If vouv family [ikes boiled onions and vour only reason for not s.erv- irn J brru is that they make you “cry” when you peel them, try peel ing them under cold running water. Turn the tap on slowly and hold the onion under the water as you peel. gauntlet glove, a vogue which made an extremely popular bid to fem inine fancy. The neckline speaks for itself, a clever adaptation of the high line, but not overlooking to carry out the motif which dominates the suit— the inverted flounce of sleeve, clev erly executed. Silver fox £urs will 'enjoy their greatest season this fall—and if worn with this suit will add a chic which .few other garments could equal. xxx Eclips Permits Study Elements’ Behavior The total eclipse of the sun on August 31 gave the earth’s scientists a minute and a half in which to study the sun’s rays that at other times are hidden by the glare caus ed by the atmosphere. As the last speck of sunlight disappears behind the moon, making a total eclipse, opalescent lights, interspersed with blood-red splotches next to the black moon, flash out round about the hidden sun. This brilliant display, known as the corona, is the most spectacular part of a total eclipse. It is also the most important for scientists interested in the elements and their behavior, says Dr. W. J. Humphreys of the Weather Bureau, United States Department of Agriculture, who \ has made observations on eclipses from the wilds of Sumatra to the cotton fields of Georgia. The iron, calcium, phosphorus, and other elements of the earth’s crust occur also in the sun, and the Velvet, said to be quite the vogue for winter, may be made like new when wrinkled by placing the gar ment carefully on a hanger, sus pend over the bath tub, turn on the hot water and allow the steam to- remove the wrinkles. To save innumerable steps, our- chase a “service wagon.” Thesfr wagons may be had with two or three shelves and may be rolled from kitchen to dining room or pantry filled with dishes, either clean or soiled. After the meat course is on the table, the salad or dessert may be served from the service wagon, and the soiled dishes placed on the empty shelves, sav ing trips to the kitchen and back. Strips of bacon placed on' the breast of a fowl when roasting give a delightful flavor. x HUMORETTES Hoax—I am not surprised to hear that Mrs. Spinks is an ardent spiritualist.. She is a woman who always goes to extremes. Joax—Is she? I thought she went to mediums. have Ein- Bim—Henpeck claims to something in common with stein. Bam—Henpeck? Why, he’s dumb as an ox. Bim—I know it. But he says his wife doesn't understand him. Bosch—So Mrs. Lipton doesn’t speak well of anybody? Josch—No, she has an impedi ment in her voice. Bullet Joe—Gee, that’s a terrible picture of you. , Gattllng Pete—Yeah, I’m going to see if I can’t arrange to have the police use the photo I had taken at that swell place on Michigan Ave nue. Youngwed—I learned to cook while my husband was abroad. Friend—And what did he say when he returned? Youngwed—Nothing — he went abroad again. Goforth—Heinbuck won’t let his wife smoke cigarettes. Comeback—Why not? Goforth—He says her throat is healthy enough already. wings of light that form the corona buyers could not attend them. Then are g iv e n b y these elements. In- at the request of club leaders an ar- formation on the elements and how rangement was made to have the the y act under certain special con- international Live Stock Exposition sponsor auctions. The National Committee on Boys and Girls Club Work enlisted the interest of pack ers, commission agencies and oth ers in the auctions and they were successful from the start. In this plan any boy or girl reg ularly enrolled in club work may consign his calf to a commission firm which enters the calf in the auction and remits the proceeds to the member. , Many members go together in a community and make up a truck load or carload of calves and accompany the shipment to market. Such a trip is a liberal ditions that can not be duplicated in any man-made laboratory helps toward a full understanding of them and their properties. MacPherson—What do you mean by staying away all night? Why didn’t you come right home after the show? MacPherson, Jr.—I dropped a penny at the confer and a taxi pariced on it. X To aid in taking movie scenes from high angles, an electric ele- Each eclipse, Doctor Humphreys vator has been invented to carry points out, has advanced, step by the camera up in the air. step, our knowledge of the sun and its constituent elements. The last total eclipse visible in the United States, a very brief one, was in 1930. The next total eclipse visible in this country is scheduled for 1945. XXI The water near the bottom of a pool is colder than the surface wat er all the year, except for Although more than half the hos pital beds in the United States are occupied by mental and* nervous cases, only 8 per cent of the hos pitals in the country are designed especially for these cases. x It is estimated that an average of about 3.1 children in each American fam- three months, when conditions are ily will just maintain the popular education in livestock marketing, reversed tion at its present status.