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Show Thursday, May 10, 1931 THE the railing of the observation car, running toward her. "This Is an exit, not an entrance," "It Denis Craig was explaining. opens only from the outside In. Here" and he pushed It open, seized Mary by the arm, and together they ran across the Intervening tracks to stop shortly with that sense of foolishness one experiences only after he bus set off down the rails after a departed him briefly, and went forward. Lira elf to enter another taxi, one whl. b was not so jaamed In traffic. BoMary returned his coruiai ware as he departed first. And then per veraely felt lonely as it he watched him whlzs around the corner. Well, what did It matter? Probably their trails never would cross again. By a somewhat meandering route, It seemed to her, the taxi reached train. SYNOPSIS Mary, daughter of David Brown, elf me.de millionaire, obsessed with the Idea that her personality la obscured by the fact that ahe la the child of tho "rich David Brown," determine to make her own way In life. She has a million dollars of her own, which ahe Insists her father Invest in the "wildest dream" Imaginable, and about which ahe must know nothing:. She la a graduate of a college of engineering. Her father humors her. Aa "M. Brown" Mary secures a position aa engineer with the Paradise Valley Project, a California development concern, by correspondence. CHAPTER II Continued 2 Just as If he hadn't been father and mother and bo close a friend that her going created an ache deep within him; Just as If he didn't worry over her safety, secretly, David Brown waved hack to her. The modern girl hates scenes, and he knew It. fie could be a good sport In the modern way. .Mary Brown went slowly back through the narrow corridor to her section. She settled herself with as much awe, with as much a thrilling to newness and mystery and ad venture as If It were her first trip abroad. And In a sense, It was. Always before she had been the daughter of the rich David Brown, Now she was plain Mary Brown, herself. A different person. Her pulses quickened with excitement, eagerness. Mary Brown, herself had entered upon her career. She adventured back to the par lor car. Every one seemed to be trying to find out all about one person, a very fair young man With an engaging personality. He was slight of build, immaculate of dress, with a scrubbed and tubbed look, His features were finely molded. His mouth had been fashioned to pleasant lines by a smile that came eyes, companions easily. Deep-bluto the mouth In their humorous slant on life, challenged one to guess whether they were the eyes of business dreamer or a man. The sort of man to make In "Good guess V he laughed. "It's real estate. Would you be Interested?" "I'll cava you exertion by saying I haven't money enough to buy the fence around It, let alone the orange ranch. Statue of Liberty. Masonic Temple or Golden Gate. Oh, Mrs. Cadyl" Mary sprang up with sudden change of manner as the fatherly farmer and his wife stopped across the aisle. "Is this your section? How nice I May I drop over for a little chat with you?" And she seated herself beside the pair at whose table she had been placed In the diner. But unfortunately Dents Craig had warmed to them, too, and they to him. "Well now, ain't this nice, being neighbors, us four? Come over and loin us. Mr. Craig. You've met Miss Brown, of course?" The blue eyes twinkled wickedly. "To be exact, I believe Miss Brown has met me, but I have not yet had her. the pleasure of meeting Thanks, I won't join you Just now. I want to find the porter." "It won't do you any good," Mary said. "My father tried to get me a whole section but the train Is too crowded." "Still, it won't do any harm to try," lightly. "Every man has his price, they say." "You may discover," Mary did not try to disguise her scorn, "that money Isn't everything." Denis Craig looked surprised at this sudden burst of strong feeling, but the amusement deepened In his eyes. He went on down the corridor. Mary kept the conversation away from nice young men, thus snub bing her own ridiculous curiosity .as "We're we're left!" "Does sort of look that way, doesn't It?" smiled the engaging "But don't look so young man. dismayed. There's another train in a few hours. I'll wire the conductor to put oft our luggage at the next stop. Then we'll take a taxi and do the town. Be rather fun to go across the border and prowl around Juarez, don't you think?" She wanted ridiculously, over whelmingly, to say yes. But an un The usual perversity seized her. Intriguing young man was so cock sure I lie took It absolutely for granted that she'd trust herself to him. Let him discover there was one person In the world Immune to that engaging personality. Cool as a long slim Icicle she In formed him. "I wouldn't think of troubling you further. And I can send my own telegram " She save a startled cry. In her s hands were three souvenir nothing else. "I I "My bag!" she gasped. must have left It at the magazine stall 1" She was off on the run, Denis Craig beside her. But the bag was not there. "Some one has picked It up, of course,' said Craig when the clerk had made a thorough search. "But my money I My ticket! Everything! If I was at sea before I'm sunk now !" And Just where do I come In, anyway?" whimsically. "Won't you believe It Is my pleasure to see you through this emergency? I'll send this wire. Then we'll go to a bank where I can have a traveler's check cashed, and advance you money " "Oh, no!" she protested. "Loan It to you I mean. Don't be silly. Do I look like a crook? It certainly would hurt my ego a lot to feel you wouldn't trust me enough to let me help you through this minor dilemma." "Minor I When I've Just lost every cent I have In the world and maybe my Job, too? I was due to re port at once and now there are two thousand miles between me and to this particular one who present ly returned and began gathering up his luggage. "I I don't quite see how I" Mary said. His blue eyes were dancing. "I just raised the ante." He followed the porter down the aisle to the undesirable berth Just over the wheels for which he had just paid a premium. Mary Brown, as she retired, felt stant appeal uncomfortably as If she nterally And yet the first words she heard had on the toes of him utter antagonized Mary Brown, man. troddenhad she been so rudethis as Why "Money talks I" he was laughing to do so? even been she had Why as she appeared In the doorway, ' It s the sine qua non of all our Interested enough to do so? endeavors, of our successes. With CHAPTER III out It our dreams must end just as dreams, not as achievement. And Stranded Without Funds. is It hard to getT I know I I've DA YOU step over to the depot pleaded, begged, coaxed, cajoled. 4 and get me some postcards to demanded, and threatened In the Interest of this scheme of mine. send the children." "Now, Ma, why didn't you speak Amazing, how hard It is to convince moneyed Interests that you have a of It when the train first stopped? good thing, but," whimsically, "per They ain't time now. Besides, what haps that's why they're moneyed. do the girls care" for a collection of post offices Now" "Pa, this Is a border town. You He broke off to spring to his feet. He alone had noticed Mary enter- might pick, up something wild !" "I'll go!" offered Mary Brown, ing the car. There were no vacant chairs. "Will you sit here?" he breaking away from the couple with asked with his Intriguing smile. But It was lost on Mary. "Thank you. I'm going outside," she replied, indifferently. The door banged behind her, shutting out further conversation. " "A she diagnosed the fair young man. "Selling himself and heaven knows what else by the magic of his personality. I wish dad could see him work I" Then she turned her back upon individual who the guileless-lookinso unconsciously had courted her disfavor. Just another person whose god was money I Mary realized she was hungry ; It was dinner time. She hurried back, tidied herself a bit, and went forward to the diner. When she returned to her section the seat across from her was occupied by the fair young man ! He arose as she hesitated by her seat. "I've been wondering who my neighbor was," he said pleasantly. "My name Is Denis Craig. I hope I'm not to be In your way here." Ran Across the InMary acknowledged the Introduc- Together They tervening Tracks. tion by no more than a suspicion of a nod. If she had deigned him a whom she had been strolling, the glance, she would have seen the next morning, up and down the stablue eyes darken mischievously. "I tion platform In El Paso. can see that I'm not going to be In She hurried to the booth where your way, however. Something tells souvenir cards were on exhibition. me I'm practically not here at all." Yes, here was a wild one. A gory In Juarez. "At least," Mary couldn't keep bull-fig!" Vaguely at first the back, "it ought to make a nice change for you. It must be fa- call tapped on Mary's consciousI al- ness. Gradually she realized what tiguing to be ways feel sorry for movie Idols, she was hearing, and dashed toward golf pros, baseball stars, presi- the nearest gate. She pushed at It, almost knocking herself down. It dents " She hesitated, not knowing Just did not open. She looked for a fas where to catalogue him. tening; found none. The train was She pulled at the gate, "In some places," he supplied moving. banterlngly, "I have the reputation pushed at the gate, yanked at the She of being a professional swindler." gate. It would not budge. "How Interesting! And your line, made frantic gestures at the depart from scraps I overheard, may be ing train. Now some one was leaping over oil stock or real estate." e hard-heade- spell-binder,- g d post-card- it!" "We'll get you there on time." "If you'll be so good as to Include mention of my bag, also,. In your "After wire," Mary capitulated. that I can manage." "How?" succinctly. Just how did a stranded girl in a strange town manage? Denis Craig's watched Mary hands as he dashed off the wire. Slim sensitive fingers that she liked. But there wasn't a thing about the looks or manners of this man which did not coax her to like him. In a minute now, when he'd look up with that teasing, questioning smile, she must tell him how she was going to manage without his help. How, Indeed? Suddenly Mary knew. It came to her In an instant How stupid she had been. "I shall wire my father for funds. And you may go forth and do the town, and Mexico, with a free mind." "May I ask just what you Intend to do?" In her most sophisticated manner, "Why, go to a hotel, wire my father for a loan, and, when It comes, resume my journey." "It sounds simple enough. See here, Miss Brown, why do you treat me as if I were an octopus, trying to kidnap you with all eight arms at once? Why did you dislike me the minute you laid eyes on me?' "You were handing your en thralled audience rather a hard boiled line about money, If I re member correctly." "Oh, that !" He puckered his fore head, his keen eyes studying her, ' You you have rather a surely you must concede, In the present circumstances, that money does come In handy upon occasion." She flushed furiously. They had been walking slowly toward the door of the station. Denis Craig signaled a taxi. Mary assumed It was for himself. "Let me tell you again how sorry I am to have delayed you. Good luck and good-by.- " He made an Impatient gesture, and piloted her toward the taxi, "I believe I declined your kind invitation to see the town." "Oh, I understood perfectly when you dashed cold water on the plan. I'm taking you to a hotel. Which,' turning to the driver, "Is your best hotel?" Without waiting to hear the an ewer, he said, "Take us there." "But why should you bother to come with me " Craig straightened, and halted the foot about to enter the taxi. "Do you really want to Insult me?" he demanded seriously, and compunc tion swept Mary. "Of course I don't. I'm sorry. I'm not usually such a disagreeable person. Good-band thank you." She held out her hand. He took it without animosity. "If you should decide to take a chance on my integrity, meet me here for that next train." He paid the driver, conferred with money-comple- NEPW. UTAH TIMES-NEW- PAGE SEVEN I ' ' BRITAIN SLKKS ISLE OF TIMOR? Needed as Link in WorlJ Air Route. the Orendorff hotel. Mary alighted nd went Inside. At the desk she aked for a room with all the assurance of the rich David Brown's daughter. "Your room has been reserved. Miss Brown." "You must be mistaken. It couldn't have been." "Yea'in. By young man named Craig." "Indeed!" He had sent her by meandering route, then. "Yea'in. He explained the circum stances of your being left and all. Said you evidently hadn't traveled a lot. Miss Brown, and didn't real lie that a young woman without luggage, without even a hat or coat or pocketbook, couldn't walk into a hotel and register for a room. He paid for two days, and left a little extra. I think he said something about telegrams and things. The boy Is waiting to show you up, Miss Brown." Mary followed, as embarrassed as If she really hadn't traveled at all. Denis Craig had scored, after The British government Is reported by a news dispatch from London to be Interested In Timor Island of the East Indies as a possible sea and air base. An offer of I'iVOOO.UOO to IW.OuO.OOO may be made for the Island. It Is declared. The eastern part of Timor and a tiny nick of the western part now belongs to Portugal, and the remainder to The Netherlands. "Timor Is the eastern 'Jumplngoff place of the Sunda Islands, that chain of land spots which Is strung out from Sumatra eastward toward the north coast of Australia," says a bulletin from the Washington (D. C.) headquarters of the National Geo graphic society. "It Is about 800 miles from the Timor coast to Australia. Timor Is thus a vital link lo air route. the Europe-Australi- a "Although Timor bad a Portuguese settlement on Its coast more than a century before Cnpt John Smith with his band of English colonists disembarked at Jamestown; and al though the Dutch landed or the Island about the time of the Capt John Smith Pocahontas episode In Virginia, Timor shows lit tle effect of Its contact with the western world. "About 300 miles long and averag ing CO miles In width, the Island has but few settlements that even can be called township. Even Koepang, capital and largest port on the Dutch or western end of the Island, has only 8,500 Inhabitants; and Dill. which Is the chief town In the east ern, or Portuguese portion of the Is land, enn account for only 8,300 permanent residents. "There are no railroads on Timor and one of the best roads of any great length Is a horse trail that traverses the Island. No cable links It with other Islands. Steamships that touch other East Indian Islands stop at Timor ports to deliver cotton goods, oil and wine, and to take away coffee, copra, hides, cacao, shells, wax and sandalwood which are the leading exports. And now and then an occasional visitor off the "Yes, Ma'am! Take That Road beaten tourist path walks down a and Follow It for Six Miles" steamship gangplank bent upon roam all. Her fury against him mounted lng over the mountains and through unreasonably considering that he valleys where live most of the Is bad handled the situation with no little delicacy and tact But after a time of thinking things over with her analytical mind, fury waned. What did Denis Craig, per se, matter? With a snap of her fingers she dismissed him, and gave her atten tion to business affairs. She didn't Good Wife She Who Makes like this notion of having to call Husband Happy, Says upon her father for aid almost beWoman Writer. fore she was out of his sight But she could think of no other plausito contemporary opinble solution. So she dispatched her ion,"According the wife of Disraeli, prime minwire. ister of England, was ignorant, frivTo her brilliant, olous, tasteless. The only person to step off the distinguished, discriminating husband train at Foggy Gulch was Mary she was everything a wife should be, Brown. She stood for a moment the object of his undying devotion. and surveyed the town. Close In "When they married, he was thirty-threspection would have shown all she forty-fivHis personalhouses In Foggy Gulch to be di ity 'had everything,' hers, nothing. vided Into three classes : thuse To society their marriage was ridicwhich were painted; those which ulous. To Disraeli it was 'a parwere whitewashed ; and the one adise of adoration, a refuge of lastwhich had a bathroom with run- ing tenderness !' In water It ning "Where then Is the catch or the Leaving her bags, Mary crossed connection? the dusty street "It appears that though ignorant, A city father stirred his hat awk Mrs. Disraeli had good sense, which wardly and grunted a "Do." He the prime minister found more comwas dressed In a faded shirt and than the wit of the brilliant Little beady forting baggy old trousers. women he knew. 'Mary Anne' used eyes set far back in his head sur veyed Mary critically. "Lookin for somebody?" he asked crisply. "I c'n tell you where to find 'em." "Can you direct me to the offices of the Paradise Valley Project?" Take that road "Yes, ma'am I and follow It for six tnlles " t& r,;-- . "Six miles?" "Six miles. And you come to the boundaries of the old James Ranch these newcomers have decorated with the hlfalutln' name of Para dise Valley. Then you go on about an eighth of a mile, till you come to a driveway. Turn up the drive way a spell, and there you are, at the old ranch house. You can't miss it It's the only house on twentyfive thousand acres 'ceptln' the one the kingpin's havin' built for him self with his proceeds from suck ers." "Twest Hotel "Can I get a taxi somewhere?" "Ain't no taxi service here. What need of it in a town of two hun dred, an' no one wantin' to go any place nohow?" "Can you direct me to some one who owns a car?" "Weil," hitching up his suspenders Importantly, "I own one." "You do?" "Yes, ma'am !" "I was wondering, Mr. Mr. " Hank Johnson." "Johnson. "And my name Is Mary Brown. Mr. Johnson, couldn't I engage you to drive me out to the project?" "No !" he shot out at her. "I ain't runnin' no taxi service." He turned away abruptly, disappearing down an alley. 200 Rooms 200 Tile Baths But before Mary had recovered her breath this amazing person Radio connection in every room. called back over his shoulder, "You RATES FROM 1.50 wait over there by your baggage Jut l opponu Mormon Tabmutl and I'll pick you up. But I'll cliurrje ERNEST C. ROSSITER, Mgr. you g Finds Moral in Life of Disraeli see e, e. FOR BETTER land's BOO.ono Inhabitants largely a racial mixture of Malayan, i'olyne- ian, and Papuan blood. "The natives are divided Into many tribes, ruled by chiefs whose Jealousy of neighboring leaders, and land grab bing habits, frequently have caused bloody flashes. Bows and arrowa and spears are the wur weapons of the natives. For bunting game, they use blow guns and smnll darts. "While the loin cloth still consti tutes the entire wardrobe of the men of some of the tribes, other tribes cotton garments men wear nd turbans. The women don color ful sarongs and shawls. From the appearance of exposed arms and other portions of the natives' bodies. It Is evident that tattoo artists are kept busy In Timor. The tattooing Is done with crude Instruments and dyes which sometimes cause blood poisoning and death. "There appear to be no limits, oth er than wealth and Inclination, to the number of wives a tribesman may have. The native home Is a round, wooden structure with a roof of grass or palm-leathatch, and not too clean Inside or out To ap pease the angry gods and to avoid destruction by evtl spirts, the tribesmen place palm branches before fruit trees, houses and growing cropa Agriculture Is carried on with crude, primitive Implements; and, although there are many streams on the Island. Irrigation Is hardly known. During the dry season vegetation bows to the torrid sun even to the extent of the trees losing their leaves. "If the reported purchase Is consummated It will not be Great Britain's first possession of Timor. In 1707 the British attempted to drive out the Dutch, then domlnantly In control of the Island. At first tbey failed. Later the British succeeded, and the Dutch flag was towered. Portuguese Influence then swept the Island nntil 1814. when, by treaty, the Dutch resumed their old status. "Today the Dutch portion of Timor Is about 5,000 square miles with 8G0.0OO Inhabitants. The Por tuguese portion Is 7,335 square miles with about 442.000 people. Both por Hons ire mountainous. Many peaks are more than 0.000 feet high. Mount Rameau, near the center of the Is land, rises 9.000 feet" two-piec- e one-roo- f Force of Habit Dentist Gas? And Chauffeur look at the oil, too. Uh-hu- TO BE CONTINUED d In "Girl" in the Bible The word "girl" appears but once the Bible. the girl's upbringing and training; were the last in the world to make her a good wife. And her attitude on life Is all wrong. In these times of stress. It seems, she is easygoing', frivolous, even extravagant And the Is joke of it, says her mother-in-lathat her husband regards her as perfect She gets appreciation that Is given to few good wives. "Arbitrarily, I'm afraid, I turned upon this woman and said. "Your son has a good wife. If she makes him. happy, she's good I " er ion , Bell Syndicate. akin irritations quickly and easily. Let it be yonr first thought in treating itching, burning affections, ecze-m-a, pimples and other disfiguring blotches. No household should be without it Price 25c and 50c Address: "Cuticnra." Dept. 15S, Maiden. Mass.' Sample free. Y9 In fresh dated PUREBRED your SEE DS at local store WNU Sarvlca. CuticuraOffilmeni Soothes andTleals GARDENS VEGETABLE c NOW the Salt Lake City's TEMPLE Whether the railroads, now predom inantly equipped with heavy engines and rolling stock, can recover some of the ground lost to lighter competi tors by adopting some of their methods of construction and applications of power has long been a matter of popular speculation. Technical problems have evidently stood in the way of transformations as rapidly as the Imagination may have expected, but gradual developments In that direc tion are becoming Increasingly apparent A recent test run of a roll- plane type of coach between Detroit and Delta, Ohio, a distance of 1.14 tulles, was one of the latest evidences of this. It was a coach, said to be capable of running at ninety miles an hour without straining, but kept within 70 miles In Its "breaklng-In- " trial To attain 70 miles, a representa tive of the laboratories where the car was constructed said, needed only half the horse power required by passenger cars of the conventional railway design. Light weight was ob tained by use of materials adopted for airplane construction, and It was explained that there would be 500 pounds of weight for each of the 64 passenger seats as compared wltn 5,000 pounds of vehicle weight for each passenger In the "conventional railroad coach." It was asserted that the rallplane could be operated at a passenger rate of one cent a mile, or less than the busses charge, and that berths could be sold at approximately the bns rate of fare. In addition to these matters of popular Interest, the technical mat ter of the streamlining of the car was described In a picturesque way. It had to be different from that of an airplane or a ship. It was explained. because a rail coach does not permit any such side slip. "The lines on a rallplane are much more like those of a turtle than those of a fish," the spokesman said. "A turtle walking on the bottom of a river must permit water to slip under and over It with a minimum of resistance. That's what the rallplane does with a beam wind." Who would have thought of a turtle as model for a vehicle capable of traveling at the rate of 70 to 00 miles an hour? Indianapolis News. a her good sense to understand her husband, and understanding him, she devoted herself to his happiness, which was her single purpose In life. Her outrageous taste In dress might expose them both to ridicule In the aristocratic circles In which they moved. Her other shortcomings might embarrass the prime minister. But all that was unimportant in the face of an understanding and devotion which a man with Disraeli's qualities of heart and mind could not fail to appreciate and to respond to. 'Mary Anne' knew what was good for her 'Dizzy.' She relaxed him and she fortified him for his grent task. She was good for him. And she made him young, distinguished love her, commonplace and middle-age- d as she was, so that after her death no one could take her place, and for the rest of his life his note-papwas edged In black." Reflecting on the foregoing, a woman writer whose views on life are universally respected makes the following comment: "I thought of 'Mary Anne' when a woman I knew complained of the girl her son married. In her opin packets VJer MtlWr HOTEL take RAIL TURTLE IS SOMETHING NEW A Distinctive Residence mmm e Mrs. J. H. 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