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Show ; ; THE BULLETIN, BINGHAM CANYON, UTAH - ' How Avalanche Swallowed French Town ' ji r ri p ijii m i Silently, but remorselessly, a mountain of mud swept down the mountainside In the of France Bauges district recently, and destroyed two villages with Its tremendous. Irresistible force. The house In the foreground was carried away, with only the roof of the structure remaining. The onslaught of mud trav-ele- d at a rate of 200 feet an hour and caused terrified villagers to flee from their homes. rUm Sealed IT . TRUNK Cfillf HENRY l KITCHELL JTl3l t WEBSTER " 'Hri COPYRIGHT r 7i SERVICE. t6i'"R' Why, Mat took me home, and since I told lil m she and I lived together, I suppose be knows. Why shouldn't he?" "He wns too d d anxious to find out, that's all. He's a had body If I know one when I see him. How much more did you tell him about herr "Why, we talked of little else, dParpHt," said Babe. "He wanted to know all about her, and I tried to be accommodating like I am now. Look here, who elected you Ited's guardian? I've known ber about seven hundred times as long as you have and I'm not trying to get her In dutch with anybody." Ho didn't know what to say to that, but the look In his face must have answered for him, for with a complete change of manner, she went on. "What Is It, Marty? Is there anything wrong with him? Do you know anything about Mm?" "No," lie told her, as they en-tered the building together. "But I think he's up to something queer and I'm going to try to find out what It Is. And if you happen on officious every lime be was with Rhoda, nor to do anything tonight that would add to her disquiet It was probably nothing but Imagina-tion. It wasn't, though, Imagination that something had happened to up-set the girla. Babe eventually gave that away completely. It transpired that she had a fairly heavy date ar nine o'clock and she seemed wor-ried over the Idea of leaving Rhoda In order to keep it. She even offered. In what she meant for n confidential aside, to break this date so that Ilhoda, If Martin went home early, should not be alone In the studio, Rhoda vetoed the proposal with a vigorous shake of her red head and the cloud over Martin's spirits lift-ed as he realized that she meant to let him stay on and have a visit alone with her after Babe bad gone. The last thing Babe did before, In full panoply, she left the studio was to go to Rhoda and hug ber. "Don't yon worry any more about It, precious," she said. "Something aguln It was in a different man-ner. "He asked me one queer thing about you, Red. He asked If your real name wasn't Rhoda McFar-land." WHAT WENT BEFORE At a oancs Martin Forbes, newspaper reporter, meets "Rhoda White." He overhears a conversa-tion between Max Iewls and a woman which he believes con-cerns Rhoda. lis recalls a "blind ad" Inquiring; for "Ithoda McFar-land" and senses a newspaper story. Ha believes that Rhoda's real nam Is McFarland. Bhe re-fuses to admit or deny It, but Martin was right. Her Ufa In California had been happy after ber mother's death until misfor-tune overcame her father, Pro-fessor McFarland. They move to Chicago. The professor dies sud-denly, vainly trying to tell Rhoda about "papers" In a trunk. Rhoda gets a Job as stenographer. anything that gives you a line on It let me know." lie thought she hesitated as though she had something on her mind, but all she did was to nod assent and say as she walked off that they'd see him for supper to-night about seven. Martin's own day's work was yawning for htm In the local room, but he didn't go there. He went Into the "morgue" Instead, on the chance that he'd find there some scrap of information about Mas Lewis. 'The scorch was much bet-ter rewarded than he'd expected it to be. Mas had had his promenade in the public eye by virtue of a breach of promise suit for one hundred thousand dollars that had been brought against hlra by a chorus girl He had written her the usual half-doze- n Imbecile love letters. All that gave them Interest, either to the public or to the chorus girl her-self, had been the fact that Mas, though it wasn't clear that he had any property of his own, had a vested right, so to speak, In an au-thentically rich bachelor uncle who might be expected to come down and settle tho girl's claim. The only direct find for Martin In the mess was the uncle's name ond address. It was "Charles J. Forster," and he was spoken of as a capitalist with large oil interests In various parts of the country Charles J. Forster, "C. J."l That practically tied It up, but not quite. Not well enough for Martin, who was a good reporter. He went downstairs, stopping on the way to copy the want ad In the personal column for the address of CHAPTER III . Flat Burglary. MARTIN FORBHS told himself as he went to bed that night that he'd had his lesson. Rhoda had treated him not as a friend but as a reporter trying to run down a story. It must be a pretty good story if she was so afraid he'd get It. All right, by golly, he'd be a reporter, and the first thing tomorrow morning he'd go after that story and nail it down. That maneuver he'd been so proud of at the time getting rid of Babe Jennings and Max Lewis by introducing them to each other-appe-ared now as likely to have been a downright idiotic blunder. Bube and Rhoda might Inhabit very different spiritual worlds, but wasn't it likely that If Babe knew her well enough to call her Red and get away with It, she'd also know the crude material facts about her where jihe lived, where she worked, and so on which were all thnt Max Lewis was Interested In? And wouldn't Babe spill anything she knew to anybody who was in-terested In findirg It out? Why the devil hadn't be thought of that last night? . Well, It was probably too late to repair the error now. He'd got to get hold of Babe, though, at the earliest possible moment. The more he thought about the possibilities of his blunder the worse they seemed. CHAPTER II Continued ner acquaintance with Babe had progressed slowly at first, and It wasn't until she'd been working for the paper six months that the older girl approached her with a pro-posal that they live together. Babe was excited about an ad she'd taken, of a studio for rent cheap; unbelievably cheap; seventy-fiv- e dollars a month. It was renlly a whole apartment; two bedrooms and a kitchenette, beside the studio Itself. Her scheme was that they get two other girls and that the four of them should keep house In it, getting, that Is, their own break-fasts and suppers. The other two girls were dancers, members of the corps du ballet of the opera. They taught her to dunce the other girls hod a phonograph and it became a passion with her. She'd dance with anybody, who could dance well, in a perfect ob-livion of delight. She liked her Job and wasn't lonir In ppttfnir nrnmntori tn ha biul "It Would Be an Awfully Easy Place to Get Into." nice ts going to happen soon that'll make you forget all about it. I've got a hunch about that that's enough to bet money on." Martin bit down the question he wanted to ask the moment Babe had really gone and said something nice about her Instead: what a good loyal sort she was. "Oh, she is!" Rhoda assented with a shaky laugh. "But she's about as easy to see Into as a gold-fish bowl. She promised she wouldn't let you suspect that any-thing had happened here, and she's gone off now without the faintest idea that she's given anything away." Before Martin could think of anything appropriate to say to thnt, she went on, "I'll tell you what it was: there was a burglar here this afternoon." "Did he get away with anything Important?" Ills choice of that word seemed to strike her but she didn't com-ment upon it then. "He got three hundred dollars of mine," she said. She went on in response to Mar-tin's start of astonishment, "I'm ashamed to admit I was so silly as to keep a lot of money like that in cash In my room. I'd bad It a long time, and I thought It was safely hidden." Martin asked If they had any idea when it hnd happened or bow the man had got in. "It would be an awfully easy place to get into any time during the day," she admitted ruefully. "The dressmaking people like to leave the outer door unlocked so Next morning he dressed, bolted his breakfast and was waiting at the foot of the elevated stairs a good quarter of an hour before Babe could be expected to appear. By the time he'd finished his sec-ond cigarette he felt as If he'd been standing there for hours, as If everybody that came along won-dered what be was doing there. And then, so surprisingly that he bad to blink and shake his head to make sure that his imagination wasn't deceiving him, he saw not Babe, but Rhoda herself coming down the stairs. What would she do when she saw him? Toss her head and walk scornfully by with-out speaking at all? Or pause to make some other blighting asper-sion on his good faith in having tried to help her. She didn't do either of those things. Her face lighted up at the sight of him, and when she came within reach she held out her hand. "This Is an awfully nice way for the day to begin," she said. "I'm sorry I called you a reporter last nleht." clal stenographer to one of the younger men on the executive staff. The only Imperfection In her whole scheme of life was the little tremor of fear she felt, every now and then, that it was too good to last There was no real threat was there. In Martin Forbes' imaginary discoveries? She didn't know any one named Lewis nor anyone who could be spoken of as "C. J." Tho only person who could be adver-tising for her was her uncle. For all she knew he might have been doing it for years ; off and on ever since she'd disappeared. None of the girls knew her story, and they wouldn't give her away if they did. (The two dancers were away Just now on tour with the opera, so she and Babe had the whole studio to themselves.) She wouldn't risk .asking Babe any questions, though, about Martin. How well, she won-Jdere-did Babe know him? The lining to do now was to go to bed, and to be sound asleep before she came home. But ohe was only half undressed tip in one of the little bedrooms that had been partitioned oft the loft when she heard the click of Babe's key in the studio door. She listened and felt her skin prlngle Rhoda McFarland. T think I'm on a story," he told Snow, In charge of the advertising file. "If I'll promise to be discreet about it, will you find out for me who the 3 is who's been run-ning this ad?" Snow thonght he might do thnt and went off to look It up, coming back within five minutes with the name written on a slip of paper. 3 was C. J. Forster, Just as Martin had thought he would be. His address was the Worcester hotel. The next step would be to inter-view Mr. Forster and try to per-suade him to tell why he was ad-vertising for Rhoda McFarland. This was a step he didn't want to take without Rhoda's permission. So he made his way to the local room and went to work for the newspaper. At half past five that night he ar-rived at the address Rhoda had given hlra and paused for a survey of the premises from outside. It was a remodeled dwelling with a con-verted basement which was now an antique shop, and a first floor, guessing from the sign painted on the glnss, that housed a dressmaking establishment. It served some com-mercial purpose during the day, "I am one," he told her. "Oh, I know you are, but you weren't being one last night. I don't know why I said that I sup-pose because I have red hnlr." "This Is turning out a much bet-ter day than I thought It could," he observed. "I wish I'd known last night that this was going to hap-pen. How did It happen? Do you often come down these stairs about this time? Have you got a Job near here?" "Th9 door's about fifty feet away," she told him. "I've worked for the News for two years." "Look here," he demanded, when he'd dlsested this fact "did you know who I was all along last night, I mean?" "I thought It might be you. I wasn't sure, though, till Babe called you Marty." "Honest?" "Honest" She answered him quite simply, not seeming surprised at his press-ing so minute a point He didn't quite know himself why It was so Important, but it was. . "Well," he said, "we've got a let of lost time to make up for. If I'll agree not to talk about anything you don't want to talk about, will yon have dinner with me tonight?" "Yes," she said, "but I'll tell you what I'd rather do If you'd Just as leave. ' I'd rather you came to sup-per at the studio. Give me a pen-- g pk anyhow, but It was now dark. It must be a rather lonely place at night, he thought Something had happened In the studio; at least something hod hap-pened to one of Its tenunts since he'd seen them thnt morning. He sensed it the moment they let him in, and he grew surer he was right as time went on. There was no lack of cordiality about their wel-come. They were trying hard, he saw, to keep up the festive spirit of a party. They'd got up a really good supper creamed sweetbreads with fried bacon was the founda-tion of It The studio was an at-tractive place to live In, once you'd got Inside the door, and it was plain the girls were proud of it But tonight something had gone wrong. It might, of course, be nothing more than some small domestic quarrel that had flared up between them, but it didn't seem like that. All that Rhoda betrayed was a lack of the buoyancy he'd felt in her last night and again during their brief encounter this morning. He noted that when he and Babe were keeping things up between them and she went, so to speak, off duty, she seemed to be listless that their customers can come right up. Our door wasn't broken, but I suppose a burglar could have picked the lock easily enough." "Was the three hundred dollars all he took?" Martin asked. "Wasn't it enough?" she coun-tered with a sober smile. He was afraid It was thin ice, and he didn't want to get her angry with him again, but he ventured to answer, "No. That Is, I wasn't sur-prised at the burglary but I was surprised that he took money. Haven't you missed anything else? A ""document of some sort, or a le-tteror perhaps a photograph? I'm Just guessing, you see." She remarked, "I dont think you're exactly guessing. You're thinking about Mr. Lewis and the things you heard that woman tell-ing him, last night But I haven't any document or any letter I mean I haven't lost any and I don't own any photographs, except of Babe and Doris and Isabel." "I was thinking about Lewis," he confessed. "I know a little more about him than I did last night. 1 wanted to find out what he was up to, especially after Babe told me he'd taken her home last night and asked her a lot of questions about you." He saw ber face flame at that and he thought she held her breath while she waited for him to go on. "He Isn't what anybody would call a valuable clthsen but at that he doesn't seem like the man to break In here and steal your three hun-dred dollars. He wrote some indis-creet letters to a chorus girl once, and she sued him for a hundred thousand. Probably she wouldn't have done It if he hadn't had a rich respectable uncle she hoped Would buy her off. His name's Charles J. Forster. He lives at the Worcester hotel. Did you ever hear of him?" Apparently she attached no Im-portance to the question for she an-swered it with a mere absent shake of the head. Her thoughts were somewhpre else. (TO BBI CONTINUED.) The Four of Them Should Keep House in It as she thought she recognized the ., voice of the man who was urging Babe to let him come In for a smoke. Babe was firm about it and sent hlra away. Rhoda put on her bathrobe and Bllppers and came slithering down into the studio. "Who was thnt who brought you home?" she asked. Tou ought to know, dearie," told her. 'He's your friend, not mine. When he found out I lived with you I couldn't push him off. He brought me home in his runabout but It was John Alden stuff I was doing all the time, and I knew it." "Was it Max Lewis?" Rhoda asked. "None other, darling," said Babe. ."I had forgotten you bad two of them on, tonight" There was a silence for a mo-ment lifter that When Babe spoke ell and a piece of your newspaper, and I'll write down the address." He'd have asked her what sort of studio it' was if she hadn't glanced up as she banded back his paper and pencil and exclaimed, "There comes Babel It must be getting late." ' Babe sang out a rather knowing hello to the two of them, but, even If It was late, came on unhurriedly. Rhoda called back over the inter-vening heads, "Martin's coming to supper with us tonight," and then with a nod vanished Into the en-trance to the building. The Implication he'd perceived In that last remark of Rhoda's dis-turbed Martin so much that he for-got to be polite. "Look here," he said to Babe as she came up, "did that bird Lewis thot I Introduced to you last night Und out where Rhoda lived from you?" "You two make a pair, all right, you and Max. It seems you both went gaga about Red last night ana aepressea. as ior isaoe, sne seemed to be bursting with some-thing, 'ohe was excited and she was trying to be mysterious. Martin found himself getting rather imaginative. One minor episode while they were at supper made him wonder whether he was Imagining the whole thing: The bell rang from downstairs and the rather nondescript visitor whom Babe admitted announced himself as a name-take- r for the new city directory. Ho wanted to get the names and occupations of everybody who lived in the apart-ment Bube recited them while he wrote them down in a little leather bound notebook. He had to have Rhoda's name spelled for him. There was no real reason for doubting that he was what he pre-tended to be, yet Martin did doubt the mnn almost to the point of ask-ing him to show his credentials. Also he thought the man turned a rather penetrating look on him. But he didn't vrant to do something Where Death Took Great Football Coach ;Yfev .rr..:. A r-- -- v V V I lil (J H rrri 1 1 illKwf; tjcdlXr ....... . j Wreckage of the plane in which Knute Rockne and seven others lost their lives near Emporia, Kan, f Inset, Knute Rockne. 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