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Ut Tut Drtnkt For U'K-HAND L0TIP.H WEEMOUNIAIN PRODUCT 1 Classification of Twins ire three kinds of Wins: hAm and Siamese. I ' : GASOLINE With Power f NEON LIGHTS ftell Corporation i lm ii j. Bah Lak. Cfty l)M Hf wetk will be Good,- "nountai,, Sm-i s,m'lar te nd Justin P. th. 5 order- Far lmPanity, 680 er be 1 ImTT ftrw . C A G ED 'fify. Courtney Ryley Cooper Copyright by Courtnty RyUy Cooper fWNTJ Service.) WHAT HAS TRANSPIRED Joe Barry, country youth In New York, ekes out a living as caretaker care-taker in poor rocralng house and accordion player In Louie Bertolinl's restaurant Lured by the open country, be spends a night In the fields, near New-burgh. New-burgh. Bertolinl discharges him. Friendless and "broke," be Is offered of-fered $10,000 by a man he' knows only as "Martin" to Impersonate a liquor runner facing arrest It means the penitentiary, but Joe is desperate. He defers decision until the next night, and Is given $1,000 'on account" Next day Joe deposits $800 In country banks, giving bis name as Joseph Bradley. Brad-ley. Outside a circus tent he sees an accordion and is tempted to play It A girl, Sue Dayton, niece of the owner, who admires the music, urges him to join the circus, cir-cus, but Joe says he must first return to New York "on business." He has decided to refuse "Martin's" "Mar-tin's" offer. In his room four men accost him. Bewildered, Joe sees the men, who are detectives, find large amounts of money, a machine ma-chine gun, and two revolvers. Next day, under arrest, Joe is identified by men who had seen him the night before near New-burgh, New-burgh, when two prohibition agents were killed and robbed. Joe Is accused of their murder and robbery. . He realizes "Martin's" object to have him found guilty of the murders, executed, and the case closed A man known as "Fullhouse," waiter at Bertolinl's, hurts Joe's case by his evidence. "Martin" cannot be found, Joe keeps silent ' as to his previous day's doings, fearing to embarrass Sue Dayton. His cellmate, Hymle Fradke, gives Joe $20. Next day Fradke. having secured a revolver, "shoots it out" with prison guards, and Is killed. In the confusion Joe escapes. Using the $20 Fradke had given him, he flees New York, draws some of the money he had deposited and finds the Dayton circus, looking upon it as a refuge. ref-uge. He Is engaged as a performer, perform-er, playing the accordion, with Sue his partner in the act CHAPTER V I Continued S At last it had oecume second nature na-ture to him. Now and then he thought of his true cognomen and it sounded strange to him. Slowly he had become Joe Bradley in reality, real-ity, and with that transition, it had seemed that some of the venom of his memories had departed. Likewise, Like-wise, the watchfulness. Gradually he was becoming accustomed to the sight' of a policeman. Slowly, ever so slowly, it became possible for him to walk through the crowds when they gathered on the midway before performance, or milled across the circus lot after theshow was over, without the feeling that cov-ertness cov-ertness was the constant price of bis liberty. All-pervading interest in this new life bad made these things possible. It was as though he had been seeking seek-ing this existence all his life. He went about the task of adapting himself to it almost feverishly, like a man striving to make up for lost time. Not the least pleasurable of his duties were those In the ring, when the gleaming Iorio was In his grasp, to be transformed from a mere thing of pearl and silverstone and piano keys to the guardian spot of all the music that was In his soul. It made little difference to him that the ong was a tem poral one; it was a tribute to Sue Dayton, and he played it as though it were a classic. Perhaps that is what made the throngs applaud. Perhaps, too. it was the earnestness of these two, with all the rest of the circus In darkness while the multi-colored flood lights played on them alone, upon them and the horse and the sparkling accordion And then one night, as Joe Barry and Sue Dayton walked to the cars, the man suddenly whirled, looking toward the light-splotched big top, and snapping his fingers as If in abstraction. "That's It! That's It I" he exclaimed. ex-claimed. "What are you thinking about now?" Sue said It half laughingly. Joe stood, head raised, lips moving mov-ing silently, a clenched hand pounding pound-ing Into a palm. At last he turned. "The act!" he exclaimed. "I've got it worked out. AH the time I've known there was something missing. Something that would really real-ly make you queen of the sawdust ring. That's the Idea of the whole thing, to have yon the queen. Then yon ought to have some subjects, shouldn't yqu? Yon see," he continued, con-tinued, "You've-got those girls who work in the grand entree and then don't do anything else but go Into the statue act Then, yesterday, I noticed In one of the property wagons wag-ons a lot of stringers of artificial flowers. Don't yon see. Suet We could hang these stringers of flowers flow-ers from above the ring and then dress the girls In those new showgirl show-girl costumes that Uncle Dan bought last week he said he Just got them because they were a bargain." bar-gain." "Joe, that would be pretty 1 Yon mean to use the girls in a sort of Maypole number while I do my act?" 4 "That's It While yon were getting get-ting ready for the ring, they'd weave around in the Maypole, and then stop and just bold the garlands gar-lands while you went through your act Then, when I made my entrance, en-trance, they would start to move again, one crossing the other, just twining in and out And then the thing I had thought of was what the property man calls a snow box. filled with bits of pink paper that would sift down over ns like apple blossoms falling. Wouldn't It be pretty, with the colored lights and everything?" "Joel" she had caught hi::, excit edly, "It would -be beautiful!" Then hurriedly: "Let's go back to the lot and find Uncle Dan, I can't wait until tomorrow." So tt was that the performance of the Dayton BrotLers circus tb on an entirely new aspect within me uexi lew days. The act went on, with its new lights, its festoons and garlands of flowers. Its weaving, weav-ing, swaying, pretty forms moving about while Pierrot sang to his Pierrette, and while the apple blossoms blos-soms sifted gently down upon them. Excited, somewhat dazed by the success f It, Sue Dayton and Joe Barry saw the circus performance halted, that they might return for an encore, rare Indeed under the big tops. The crowds grew steadily stead-ily heavier. "If you keep on this way," said Uncle Dan Dayton one morning as he halted Joe under the marquee, "John Ringllng will be sending for you. Been to the wagon yet?" "No, sir." "You'll notice a little Increase in your pay envelope. Glad to give It to you, Joe." "You mean a raise? A raise?" Joe asked. Suddenly he halted and gulped and when he tried to talk again, his voice sounded strange and husky. "1 was getting along all rleht Uncle Dan" "Sure you were." Then, as If to chance the subject "Bv the wav. Joe, know anything about radio? Think we could put on a radio performance?" per-formance?" "I guess we could. How do you mean?" he asked at last "Well, I'm not sure myself. That's why I asked you. The Idea's Just been running in my head. I've heard that some of these radio stations sta-tions will hook up for a fellow pretty pret-ty cheap. It struck me that might not to be a bad idea, to broadcast something or other between the afternoon show ind the night performance. per-formance. It'd remind people that the show was in town, and then it'd spread a good deal every place that we were billed would get Just a little more advertising. You could do your song, the one you do with Sue. Seems to me we could work out a pretty good program. Think it over." "Yes. sir." Joe Barrv walked on. his brain astir with the new Idea. That could be worked into something some-thing worth while soloists out of the band, a brief interlude with the side show lecturer, describing all the strange and cur-r-rious people, the sounds of the midway "Oh, Joe!" It was Uncle Dan, calling to him again from the marquee. Barry turned to notice that a stranger was with the showman, show-man, a slouched beingrwltli a low-brimmed low-brimmed fedora hat and baggy clothing. When Joe had returned. Uncle Dan turned to the siouchy man. "Joe Bradley here really knows more about the personnel than 1 do," he said. "He'll show you around. Joe, this is Chief Brace of the municipal police He wants to look around the show lot, in case we've got any desperate characters." char-acters." "Yes, sir," said Joe Bradley. Suddenly Sud-denly he bit his lips, to restore the blood which had fled from them. "I'll be glad to. Uncle Dan." CHAPTER VIII. THE two had progressed well within the menagerie tent before any word was spoken Detween them. For Joe, there was nothing to say ; h omilri nnlv wait, while his heart 11C V " ' J ' beat with slow, ponderous throbs, so heavily that it seemed he could hear It The man beside him was half-turned half-turned and dragging at something which he carried in a hip pocket At last it came forth, a sheaf of papers, pa-pers, bound at the top with heavy clips. Joe knew the import of that packet immediately. It was the chiefs file of his reward circulars. In dark, horrible, nightmare days, Joe had noticed such pieces of printing upon a table in the photographer's pho-tographer's room at 240 Center street ; he had hardly realized then that he bad seen them. But now they stood forth as If he had been familiar with them always, the name, the alias, the descriptions of weight, height scars, clothing, peculiarities, pe-culiarities, occupation and hangouts. The menagerie tent had suddenly become deserted. Cage tenders, bull-men, bull-men, helpers, even the menagerie punks had moved away without ostentation, but with efficacy ; a true circus man can spot a "clown cop almost as far as he can see him, and avoids hira from Instinct. Evidently Evi-dently the chief knew this, for once be had straightened the pad of reward re-ward sheets In bis own hands, be held them before him, and pausing, rocked on heel and toe. "Now Mr Dayton says you re familiar fa-miliar with everybody around the linn Vnil could recognize a fel low's face if you saw it on paper, now couldn't you? Suppose people could look at a picture and then at the man and not be quite sure. -. . ,!nH admitting I'm sort of that way myself. Point I ro getting at could you look these here over and tell if any of 'em's with your ShJoer Barry pulled hard at his breath. "I think so." A faint smile came to the dry lips of the chief. "There's a reward on everybody In therehe said. "I ain't the kind of a man thafd forget a favor "I see" Joe felt the touch of the papers against his half-out-Mretched hand. Then vaguely he realized that he was trnng the races, staring down into the front Sndaide wof mermen who were wanted for perjury, for robbery, rob-bery, for lustful crimes and for murder- One after another the pages were turned, Blowly, deliberately; deliber-ately; then of a audden, Joe gave a mental Jerk at the muscles of his hands ta free them from their white tenseness. At be did so, he felt warm flesh against his cold flesh; the chief bad reached to the packet and flipped back the pages to the beginning. "No use looking at those last three or four," be said. "They're all New York gangsters; wouldn't catch one of them out of the Big City in a hundred years." He took the circulars from Joe's weak grasp. "Well," be asked, "see anybody In there you recognized?" Joe Barry reached for a cigarette, cigar-ette, and with his fingers upon the package, changed his mind. His bands might tremble. "I guess I can't help you split any rewards, officer," he said and forced a smile. The chief grunted. "Well, you never can tell. I always al-ways Just take a look around when a circus comes to town." He replaced re-placed the sheaf of circulars in his hip pocket. After a time, which seemed eternity, eter-nity, Joe Barry walked away from the marquee, alone. Yet he was not alone, for there was a memory with hlra, of a thin-lipped man he had seen pictured in that last group of circulars, a grim, prematurely old man, with hollows In his cheeks and the hatred of a cornered animal ani-mal in his eyes. It had not, in fact been the resemblance which had startled him, but the 'dissimilarity 'dissimi-larity ; sun had tanned his skin now to healthy darkness, food and sleep had filled the sunken cheeks, work had hardened the flesh. But It was he, nevertheless, who had faced him from the shiny piece of paper. Hymle Fradke came back to life, holding his manicured hands close to the bars to catch the light from grated windows upon the brilliance of buffed nails. Then there was Martin and Louie and Fullhouse and this fellow whpm Hymie called looked away, reluctance. The girl sensed his Sue Dayton and Joe Barry Saw tha Performance Halted That They Might Return for an Encore. Big Friday; of a sudden the five names seemed to take on a relationship, rela-tionship, Martin and Louie, Full-house Full-house and Big Friday, while Hymle seemed to stand off at one side, dispensed with. After that day, Joe Barry avoided avoid-ed the crowded midway. He worked harder than ever. One afternoon aft-ernoon Sue halted him as he moved to the dressing tent from its rear. "I've been waiting for you for more than an hour." Joe brightened bright-ened with the knowledge that Sue was pouting playfully. "I wanted to tell you something." "Yes?" he came closer. "Uncle Dan said he'd let me." There was a hint of excitement In her air. "You've got to promise me something first, though." Joe Barry clasped his hands behind be-hind his back; be often did this when Sue Dayton stood before bim, unconsciously tempting him. There were times when crazed thoughts danced across the brain of the man, urging him on and forbidding in the same spasmodic command, hinting hint-ing that he might have her if he worked for her, and Jeering that be could never have her, that ne must always stand as he stood now, dumb, wordless, because his tongue could not and must not say the things which they so longed to ut- te"WelL do you promise?" she ASlifKaL "Of course." It was toneless. "What?" ti . "Joe," she said earnestly, "you've got to quit working so hard. At It the first thing in the morning and the last at night Uncle Dan wants you to concentrate on the show itself it-self That's what I was going to tell you. He's giving yon a raise next week." . ' "But he gave me one only a snort time ago." . "I know, xnis ism u-mu. only five dollars a week. "Whnt'n my new Job I have to give up your act?" "Of course not!" She laughed. "No It's something in addition. After our act's over, you're to get Into riding clothes as soon as possible, pos-sible, and come In and run fte "'But " The white bad come suddenly about his mouth. The girl touched his arm. I dont think you understand, Joe" she said. "It's really a terrible ter-rible advance. Uncle Pan says that vou're Just a natural showman, that you act Uke a person who's been pent np all your life and Is Just " V mnr rent Kflf n won't "I thought you'd be glad," came disappointedly. Joe Barry whirled and caught her hands. "Sue," came swiftly, "if I can only oe what you say-work here and be the assistant equestrian director next year, or the worst paid canvas man on the lot, I'll be the happiest Person In the world. It Isn't the Job it's Just to be here, with you. with you and Uncle Dan and everybody." ev-erybody." he finished lamely. A bugle Interrupted, the call to the dressing tents. Sue looked with surprise at her wrist watch and was gone. Joe Barry could find no Joy In the news which she had brought him. To dress In riding clothes, and to appear In "straight-face" before the audience each day; this was tantamount tanta-mount to putting himself on exhibition, exhibi-tion, where every "clown cop" In me audience might unconsciously watch and study him. Suppose a picture had been fixed In their minds, from long poring over reward re-ward circulars? A certain hopelessness hopeless-ness came over him. But nothing happened, when, the next day, Joe Burry took bis new Job at the races. It was not work in which he could move ahout, he must stay at the bell in the guise of a starter, clanging the gong for the start and for the halfway and the wild ringing of the finish. But nothing happened. One day Uncle Dan came blustering bluster-ing down the hippodrome track and called to Joe as be passed. . "Got that thing arranged for this afternoon," he shouted over a shoulder. shoul-der. "See me right after performance. perform-ance. They're out here now in an automobile." "What thing?" Joe called after him. But just then the chariots came rumbling Into the arena and the answer was lost Joe cut through the ring and across the Intervening In-tervening stage to the pad room. Half the circus seemed gathered there about an automobile from which men were lugging electrical devices. A six-horse team swung into view, and behind it a mixed cage of lions and tigers, with Cat-house Cat-house Green, the menagerie boss. "Where you want these cats to do their meowing?" he shouted to a man in the automobile. "Right there! We can move the microphone over beside the cage." Microphone! He understood now without Uncle Dan's explanation: that radio idea, discussed one day, weeks ago and then apparently forgotten. for-gotten. "Better go get your accordion, Joe," Uncle Dan shouted from the crowd about the automobile. "Ev- erythlng's about ready. Tell Sue to hurry up. She's got to talk to her radio audience and tell 'em how glad she is everybody likes her act." He looked at his watch. "We've only got three minutes more. Get a move on yourself!" Joe Barry thought desperately The radio, sending his music to thousands upon thousands of listen ers, music which might be recog nized I "Didnt I tell you to hurry?" shouted Uncle Dan. "What's the matter? Scared of the microphone? It won't bite you." A broadcaster hurried forward and caught Joe lightly by the up per arm to give him his distance, according to the pantomimic com mands of the man at the control Joe Barry moved forward, amid blur of faces, nis tongue went swiftly over lips that had become suddenly hard and dry. Then slow- ly, to the guidance of the man beside be-side him, he stepped to the micro phone. But again, nothing happened, ex cept that the night crowd was turnaway as a result of the broad cast After the matinee, Joe wait ed in Clown alley, for the visit of men he felt sure must soon arrive. A whole twenty-four hours had elapsed. Now he saw how poor had been his selection of a pseudonym a child could tell, he upbraided him self, that it had been changed from Barry to Bradley. But still noth Ing happened. The show went on. rounding out of Virginia now and cutting back north, through the smaller lndustri al cities. Joe realized that he was not the only man In the world who could play an accordion and that beyond this, police were not look ing for gangster-murderers as sing ers of circus love songs. Once more the world was becoming roseate, the glow of sun flooding the clouds be fore a storm. It was at the end of a matinee. and the flying act was done. The liberty horse race number waited at the flags. Joe stepped to the gong only to find himself staring for an Instant instead of signaling for the race. Some one who sat In the second row of the grandstand seemed stranzelv familiar. Scattered emotions struck Joe Barry. Some one was there whom he knew, and be could know only those who must Injure him. He clanged the bell for the start of the race. Then, Impulsively, as the horses passed him, moved down the track, as If to talk to a property man there, swerved suddenly and walked back. In the center of the hippodrome. He could see cieany now: the man in the grandstand had half turned, as If to watch the race. Joe Barry knew that this was pretense. And Joe Barry knew those features, the flaccid, loose- Jowled face of Fullhouse Kendall I A gasp -i-an over the audience like a gigantic shudder. The riders shoutedV and Jerked madly at the reins. 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Next to the Maronltes Maron-ltes In strength are the Sunnlte Moslems Mos-lems with 130,040 and the ShIItes with 113,530. Teachers Ara Human Father You got a nice mark In deportment, de-portment, this month. Buddy, Young Hopeful Yes, Dad, I told her I liked that new hat she bought Every man has an Idea that others think him Important PT"' " n mtr, vour real self.' . nerked her pretty head and ; y raised the unconscious form of .mil L "That's a lot for Uncle Dan ! joe Barry, and. placing him In the 7 uv Dont you see, Joe? It i tattered canvas, rushed with him to rnonnTnext season. Joe-yonTl be the near-by seclusion of the tnenag-istant tnenag-istant equestrian director." eria tent mumbled bis thanks and oo B costwcku 8 a 5 .8 8 drifting You VOWED to keep in touch with this friend and that But you didn't Time slips bj. You're drifting farther apart each day. Renew those friendships this year with a Christmas card. 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