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Show Most Extensive Adirondachs Give JV. Y. State An 'Air Conditioned' Ceiling Mon H Hum WW HI MMif The most extensive man h-. history was for the three D a mont brothers who held up ,t train in Oregon on October n Not only were circulars in J i" dred languages Bent through"-' world, says Collier's Weekly? special descriptions of their & went to dentists, of their watch , jewelers, of their eye-glassej ulists and of their literary taste librarians. , By EHEIOB MflSWEM, 0 ARCADIA HOUSE PUBLICATIONS WNU SERVICE o SYNOPSIS Mary loring and ber father, Jim, an Ineffectual attorney, meet a train which brings his wealthy sister-in-law, unmar-rled unmar-rled Llnnle Cotswell and her friend, Leila Le-ila Ormsby, divorcee, for a Christmas visit Waiting at home for them are Mary's mother, her younger sister, Ellen; El-len; her father's nagging maiden sister. sis-ter. Aunt Mamie, and Peter, the baby of the family. At the depot Dr. Christopher Cragg helps the guests with their luggage. lug-gage. Mary is secretly In love with Doctor Cragg. In leaving, her Aunt Llnnle Lln-nle urges Mary to visit her In New York, but Mary - refuses. Mary works in a rental library, where she spends her spare time writing short stories. Mary's father Is let out as railroad attorney, the fees of which were almost the sole support sup-port of his family. To earn money, she decides to begin writing In earnest. Mary feels sure that her newest story, "At Sea," would please the editors of National Na-tional Weekly. After finishing It she calls Doctor Cragg. who comes to the book store for a current novel. Falling from a ladder while getting his book, she regains re-gains consciousness to find his arms around her. He tells her he loves her, and then tells her he Is to be married the coming month to a girl he has known all his life. Despondent, Mary decides de-cides to accept her Aunt Llnnie's Invitation. Invi-tation. In New York her sunt laughs at her for ber plans to write, and insists that she meet as many eligible men as possible. The new week brings two letters. One. from the National Weekly, with a f 100 check for her story, makes her deliriously happy. The other, from her sister, tells her that financial conditions condi-tions at home are getting worse. The next day. at a party given by her aunt, Mary meets distinguished Jerome Taylor, Tay-lor, wealthy middle aged man-about-town, and effusive Count Umberto Ball-and. Ball-and. The count's oily manner nauseates her. A note from her father the following follow-ing day pleads with her not to mention the family's financial plight to her aunt. After reading it she forces herself to begin be-gin work an her next short story, which is more difficult to write than the first. She labors on until her aunt Informs her that Count Umberto, whom Leila terms a sponger and fortune hunter, Is to take them to dinner that evening. He takes them to a garish restaurant in Greenwich Green-wich Village. That evening Mary sends her story, "Their Son." to the National Weekly. She goes to see Phillip Bu-chanan, Bu-chanan, editor of the National Weekly, to whom she has given her last story. CHAPTER Vl-Continued 6 She smiled at Mr. Buchanan, "Yes, I am Mary Loring." "You took me rather by fur prise." t "Oh! But I thought Miss Hlcken looper announced mel" "She did, of. course. I mean that I was hardly prepared for a debu tante. 'At Sea' has the wisdom ol years In Its theme." "I'm twenty-two," Mary replied, as if that explained everything. Phillip Buchanan smiled, and his teeth seemed very white because of the contrast they made with the tan of his face. "Ail of that? Do sit down. Miss Lorlng. I'm bo glad you dropped in. I've wanted to tell you how very much we liked 'At Sea.' It's scheduled for publication publica-tion April fifteenth." Mary seated herself In chair facing Mr. Buchanan across the desk, the envelope containing her manuscript held tightly beneath her right arm. "Oh! Not until April?" "Not until April?" Mr. Buchanan repeated. "Why, that's giving your story an early publication! Don't you know that our material at least as far as fiction is concerned is planned months In advance? In fact, we shelved a story we had arranged to publish on that date in order to make room for yours. By the way, have you written anything since you sent us 'At Sea'?" Mary produced the envelope containing con-taining her precious script, and placed It on the desk before him. "Indeed I have, Mr. Buchanan, and here It is. Another short short" Phillip Buchanan glanced at It, put It on a pile of papers at his left, and then casually lit his cigarette. ciga-rette. "That's fine. I'll turn it over to Mr. Johnstone today." Mary's eyes clouded with disappointment disap-pointment She had supposed that Mr. Buchanan, himself, would read the story perhaps this morning while she sat there In his office. "Mr. Johnstone?" she repeated numbly. "Yes, one of our readers." Then, evidently sensing her disappointment disappoint-ment he explained, "You see, all material submitted to The National Weekly goes through a regular routine. rou-tine. Mr, Johnstone reads it first separates the wheat from the chaff; hands on the possibilities to Mr. Arbuckle, who in turn does a bit more weeding. After which, whatever what-ever is left goes on to Mr. Van Winkle. He then okays what ha considers best suited to our needs and sends it on to me. A sort of survival of the fittest as it were!" "Heavens, what a test!" Mary replied, re-plied, that elusive dimple playing at one corner of her mouth. "I'm surprised sur-prised that anything ever reaches your desk! I had supposed . . ." "That I read everything that comes to the office? Lord, no! I couldn't wander through all that trash! However, you may rest assured as-sured that your story what's the title, by the way?" "Their Son," Mary replied. "You may rest assured that Their Son' will be given a sympathetic reading. We like your style, and the realistic manner in which you handled the situations in 'At Sea.' Once an author has appeared within our pages, he's given, as far as we're concerned, a place in the sun. In fact on second thought I'U probably prob-ably just turn this over to Mr. Van W jikle not put it through the mill." He glanced abruptly at the dull gold watch strapped to his wrist "Lord! It's nearly one o'clock, and I have an engagement with Ford Hansen at two. How about having a spot of lunch with me. Miss Lorlng?" Mary's hands clutched convulsively convulsive-ly beneath the protection of the coat which lay across her lap, and, to her embarrassment, her face flushed scarlet Phillip Buchanan, the editor-in-chief of the most popular popu-lar magazine in the United States was asking her to have a "spot of lunch" with him! "Why, thank you," she managed to reply. "That will be fun." Buchanan leaped from his chair, and went towards a cupboard at the far end of the room. "All right" he said. "Let's go." And opening the door, he dragged out a camel's hair top-coat and slid into It "I want to talk to you about a series of shorts, and this is a swell op portunity." Mary felt dizzy with excitement as she and Phillip Buchanan, closeted closet-ed in one of the silent elevators of Mary felt dixzy with excitement the building which housed The Na tional Weekly, descended twenty floors to the lobby. Mr. Buchanan was taking her to lunch! Mr. Bu chanan wanted to talk to her about a series of "shorts" for his maga line. She mentally estimated how many words she could write a day; how many hours it would take to revise and polish what she had writ ten. She must not be hasty or care' less. She should, she figured, al low herself two mornings for the original composition, two additional mornings for revision, and a fifth sitting, perhaps, for perfect retyp ing of the script They had reached the lobby, now. and were heading for the street door. "I say," Mr. Buchanan be gan, "you don't mind barging all the way down to the Lafayette, do you? My appointment with Hansen's in that neighborhood." Mind! Mary would have gone to Chinatown, or Great Neck, or Tim' buktu with him, had he suggested one of those spots as a lunching place! "I don't mind at alt" she returned. "I've wanted to see the Lafayette ever since Greta Garbo appeared in 'Romance.' " Mr, Buchanan looked puzzled. "'Romance'? Oh, yes, I remember now. All about a young minister who fell in love with an actress! That's right Some of the scenes were supposed to be laid at the La tayette. Well, I don't know that you'll find a great deal of the at mosphere of the sixties remaining, but it's a good place to eat Come on, we'll hop a taxi." Once in the cab, he settled him' self comfortably back against the leather cushions, as if to snatch a bit of rest while the opportunity of fered, lit a cigarette, and said, "Well, tell me something about yourself. Miss Loring. You're from some small town in the West aren't vou?" Mary glanced shyly at the clear-cut clear-cut lines of the man's profile. He looked rather bored. No doubt his taking her out to lunch was only a necessary evil as far as he was concerned con-cerned the courteous gesture made by a publisher to one of his contributors. con-tributors. Perhaps he was asking her to talk about herself merely in order to avoid the trouble of making mak-ing conversation. "My home's in Hawkinsville, Iowa." she began obediently, feeling that at heart he wouldn't care If she hailed from the Fiji Islands. Tm Just visiting my aunt in New York for a while." "Oh, so your sunt lives here?" "Yes. my mother's sister. But she's going South sometime in March, and I'll probably return to Hawkinsville. I I really would like to stay in New York Indefinitely." "Why would you like to stay in New York?" Mr. Buchanan asked. "I should think it would be easier to write in a country town, away from all the hurrah. Besides, you're right in touch with a certain type of life which. Judging from "At Sea." you're particularly capable of han dling. Hawkinsville is country town, isn't it?" "I suppose that's what you'd call It Mr. Buchanan," Mary replied, hating herself for the resentment that had crept Into her voice. "The population's almost ten thousand." Then, with a chuckle, "In fact it's been almost ten thousand for the past fifty years! Most of the boys leave for Saint Louis or Chicago to get positions as soon as they're finished fin-ished with high school or college. Some of the girls marry and go away. A few new families dribble into town every year, and the men get employment at the leather factory. fac-tory. People die. babies are born, but the population remains the same." The man finally looked at her. "That's interesting," he comment ed, and the faint lines around his mouth crinkled with amusement Tell me. What are the ah en- tertalnments? What do people do all the time?" "Wen," Mary replied, warming under his half smile, "there's the little country club, three miles from town, and set high up on the bluffs overlooking the Mississippi. The men, and some of the women, play golf there during the summer, and every Saturday night there's a dinner din-ner dance with Swanson's orchestra from Burlington to furnish the music; mu-sic; and even though Art Swanson could never, in anyone's wildest moments, mo-ments, be termed a second Paul Whiteman, the music is good. Real ly, it is! Then, there are two movie houses, and often we get pictures that haven't even been released in Saint Louis yet And. of course, the churches are very active, and there are any number of church dinners during the winter, with the women of the guild cooking and serving the food themselves." "And darned good food, I bet it 1st" "Oh, is it! Fried chicken and cream gravy, and corn on the cob, in the summer, with great slabs of chocolate cake and home-made icecream. ice-cream. And in the winter, luscious ham, all coated with crisp, brown sugar and baked in wine, Boston baked beans, and loads and loads of tiny biscuits, fresh from the oven." "Stop! You're making my mouth water! Lord! The people in those small towns know how to live!" "In more ways than one," Mary said tensely, her thoughts flashing back to her father and mother; a sudden wave of homesickness and pity assailing her. "At least they know what Life is all about. They're closer to it, somehow, than people in the cities. Closer to Life and Death closer to each other. Sometimes, Some-times, you get annoyed because everybody ev-erybody in town seems to know your innermost secrets yet on the other hand, you know that those very same people care and care terribly when you're sick or dying, or in trouble." Their cab was drawing up before the Lafayette, and Phillip Buchanan turned abruptly and faced her. "That is the kind of people you must write about!" he said. "That's the life you know. You were born to it You were raised in it You've been steeped in that atmosphere. Now, write about HI" And with an energetic Jerk, he tugged open the door of the taxi. The Lafayette was seething with activity. Smartly groomed women were lunching at "tables for two" with smartly groomed men. Larger Larg-er tables, surrounded by males only, buzzed with laughter and conversation. conversa-tion. At first Mary thought perhaps per-haps she and Mr. Buchanan would have to find another place for their "spot of lunch," but the captain miraculously located a small table for them, decorated by three yellow yel-low Jonquils in a bud vase, and plumped against a window. Science Invents Way Of Low Organisms Science, playing the role of a modern mod-ern Joshua, has devised a method whereby life can be commanded to stand still in a latent state in which no change can take place for tens of thousands of years, it was reported report-ed before the American Philosophical Philosophi-cal society, according to a Philadelphia Philadel-phia correspondent in the Boston Herald. While the new method of making time stand still can be applied at present only to very small living organisms, such as yeast cells and bacteria, with no present indications indica-tions that it could ever be applied to larger living forms, it opens up new vistas for the future, both theoretical the-oretical and practical, it was pointed point-ed out In this new state of being, described de-scribed as the "latent state of life," one minute in the life of the organism organ-ism can be stretched out to 10,000 years, the philosophers were told by Professor Alexander Goetz. noted physicist of the California Institute of Technology, inventor of the time-arresting time-arresting process. Forms of suspended animation have been achieved before in lower "What sort of cocktail would you like, Miss Loring?" Phillip Buchanan Buchan-an asked, almost before he had succeeded suc-ceeded In getting his long legs beneath be-neath the snowy cloth. "None, thank you," Mary returned. re-turned. "You see . . ." "Fine!" the man replied. "Well, you don't mind watching me drink, do you? Have you decided what you'd like to eat?" Mary glanced at the menu in her hand. "An Egg Benedict I think, and endive salad." "Egg Benedict and endive salad, Alphonse, for Miss Loring, and I'll have fillet mignon with sauce men-uiere. men-uiere. Coffee, later." He glanced at his watch again. His life, thought Mary, seemed to be run on schedule. sched-ule. He had consulted that timepiece time-piece exactly five times in the past hour. "It's a quarter after one," he announced. "I'd better tell you what we have in mind for you, Miss Loring. Both Mr. Van Winkle and I are enthusiastic about 'At Sea.' The plot of course, is not particularly particu-larly new, but then, after all, no plot is. You attacked it from a fresh viewpoint however, and we liked the manner in which you handled it Now, we feel that a series of shorts, done In the same style, might be used by The National Weekly over a period of several months. Say, one every other week. And, in time, if they prove satisfactory, satisfac-tory, and click with our public, we will, of course, gradually increase the pay." "I'll do my best Mr. Buchanan," she said breathlessly. "I'll start in tomorrow. I I think I have a plot in mind right now. And then, of course, you have Their Son.' " "Yes. Van Winkle will give that a reading within a few days, if possible. pos-sible. We're practically deluged with scripts right now, but many of them are unsolicited, and I'm sure he'll give Their Son' some preference as far as the time element ele-ment is concerned." "Is there any particular treatment you . . . ?" "Simply stick to writing about the type of life you know," Buchanan replied, cutting short her question. He then attacked his steak and, for the next few minutes, completely com-pletely ignored her existence. Still resentful, she adhered to her vow of silence. Buchanan, however, didn't seem to notice the deficiency, and luncheon would probably have gone on indefinitely without further exchange of words, had it not been interrupted presently by a young man with an engaging smile, who spied them from an adjacent table, and came over to speak to Buchanan. Buchan-an. He was short and dark, with gray eyes that were serious yet friendly. "Hello, Phil," he said cordially, coming towards Buchanan with outstretched out-stretched hand. "You're the very person I hoped to see today." "Hello, Jim! Glad to see youl Miss Lorlng, this is Jim Ormsby." Jim Ormsby! Could this stranger be Leila's former husband, or were there any number of Jim Ormsby s in New York? "How do you do?" she returned. "What's on your mind, Jim?" Phil Buchanan was asking. "Won't you sit down?" "Thanks, no. I'm dashing off to keep an appointment It's this, Phil Paul Waring and Lorry Wood and I are running up to my place in Connecticut over the week-end, and we want you to make a fourth. Badminton Bad-minton at the club, you know, and plenty of Contract between drinks. How about it?" "I think it's a swell Idea. Jim. Count me in." "Fine! I'll give you a ring tomorrow, tomor-row, and inform you on all the finer points of the situation! Good-by, Miss Loring." (TO BE CONTINUED) to Suspend Life Into Distant Future realms of life but the earlier processes proc-esses were based on an entirely different dif-ferent principle, much more limited limit-ed In its scope than Dr. Goetz's method for producing latent life, In which animation, instead of being merely suspended for comparatively short periods, can be placed in a state of apparently complete inanimation inani-mation for periods of time that from a terrestrial point of view, may be regarded as timeless. In an interview. Professor Goeta revealed that he is applying his new "time machine" to human sperm cells, in an effort to establish whether wheth-er the seed of human genius may not be placed in a state of latent life to be revivified from generation to generation, thus preserving the talents of future Newtons, Shake, speares, and Beethovens for all generations gen-erations to come. India's Mountains Five of the world's highest mountains moun-tains are located in India. They are: Kanchenjunga, Godwin Austen, Nanga Parbat Nanda Devi and Kamet Mt Everest the highest mountain of all, is in Tibet h' rri ti&xvjb 14 f s U 4 " prepared by National Geographic Society, Washington, D. C WNU Service. Iroquois Indians, seeking beaver pelts in the mountains of what is now northern New York state, sometimes found a dead campflre and traces of moccasined feet leading lead-ing off to the north. A hunting party from one of the hated Algonquin Al-gonquin tribes of Canada had passed this way. The hps of the Iroquois curled in mocking scorn. "Hatirontak." they muttered, deep in their throats. "Hatirontak" CTree-eaters." or "They eat trees"). This was an insult a fighting word. For thus the proud Iroquois contemptuously implied that these northern woods rovers lived by grubbing about for roots and bark like famished animals as indeed they may have done in famine times when game eluded their arrows. The name stuck but not to a mere Algonquin tribe. White men liked its tripping, rhythmic sound, and they came to apply it hi time, to this whole wide wilderness where wandering bands of "Hatirontaks," or Adirondacks, once fought the Iroquois. Iro-quois. The Adirondack mountains had acquired a name. Is 'Air Conditioned' Roof. Today, paleface tribes from the cities pour into this land of evergreen ever-green and birch, of avalanche-scarred avalanche-scarred peaks and densely wooded slopes, of bubbling trout streams and clear, cold lakes the air-conditioned air-conditioned roof of New York state. Their heads have stood much higher than they are today. Time, with ice and water, lowered the summits. Glaciers, grinding down the valleys and dumping debris, formed lakes and ponds some 1,500 of them. Evergreens and hardwoods hard-woods blanket the slopes, for trees thrive in this light thin soil where little else will grow. In the deep woods the hermit thrush sounds his flute. Deer often wander across the roads at night and from the dim distant shore of a lake rings the maniacal laugh of a loon. Heading into the mountains from the southwest through Rome, you cross the fertile Mohawk valley, today to-day a peaceful pastoral in silver and green, but once during the Revolution the scene of savage attacks at-tacks by scalp-crazy Indians led by greenclad Tory rangers. As the road climbs higher the air grows cooler. And now (wonder of wonders) if it be late August or September when the ragweed hay-fever hay-fever sneeze is loud in the land, a miraculous change often makes itself it-self felt: the sneezing, snuffling, and weeping subside, for ragweed in most parts of the Adirondacks is practically unknown. Famous For Fish. Many fishermen come to the Adirondacks, Adi-rondacks, for the state is continually continual-ly restocking these waters with native na-tive brook trout, brown trout rainbow rain-bow trout lake trout whitefish, landlocked salmon, small-mouth and large-mouth bass, pike, pike-perch pike-perch and muskellunge. On 50 peaks scattered over the mountains, state forest fire observers observ-ers are stationed, with map and telephone, tel-ephone, to watch for telltale smoke. Above, like a huge restless hawk, soars a state patrol plane, radio equipped. When word of a forest fire is flashed, the rangers, under New York state law, can draft anybody any-body they need for 25 cents an hour. Only one who has seen a bad for est fire can know the full horror of it red fury racing through the brush and leaping from tree to tree, 250-year-old pines blazing up like candles and consuming themselves in a trice; fierce, searing flame licking lick-ing up all life, killing the fish in the streams, putting every wild creature crea-ture to panic flight and burning alive the slow of foot; threatening towns, leaving black desolation behind, be-hind, sometimes robbing the very soil of fertility for years to come. Nature Versus the Automobile, Wild animals are still fairly abundant abun-dant in the Adirondacks, but the gasoline age has brought them new troubles. Each autumn some 6,000 bucks are shot yet still the deer thrive. As soon as the leaves begin to redden red-den and fall all the graceful white-tails white-tails grow suddenly scarce; something some-thing tells them that the time has come to play the annual hide-and-seek with death. Driving on up the Fulton chain hi ' Outdoor camping amid the pines and birches of high Ad-irondack Ad-irondack mountain lakes is a popular summer custom, especially espe-cially since the advent of trailer travel. from Eagle bay, you enter the big county of Hamilton population only 2.3 persons per square mile. The Belgian Congo in the heart of Africa is nearly five times as densely populated popu-lated as this cityless county. Above Inlet the road penetrates a part of the state's 2,170,000-acre Adirondack forest preserve. It took a constitutional amendment to build this road. Before & tree could be cut or a boulder blasted, an amendment amend-ment to the state constitution had to be approved by the people in a referendum, for their fundamental law provides that these lands shall be kept forever wild. A busy little metropolis of the woods is the village of Saranac Lake today. But imagination conjures out of the past the picture of a rude, raw mountain hamlet a collection col-lection of guides' houses and a store past which an "old plush horse" is plodding, shaggy Kitty, Doctor Trudeau's mare. It all began In 1873 when a guide carried young Edward L. Trudeau's Lake Placid, N. Y., is traditionally tradi-tionally America's most popular popu-lar winter sports resort. Here is a typical January scene showing two skiers, the escort breaking trail for his girl companion. com-panion. frail form up two flights of steps in Paul Smith's hunting lodge a few miles to the north and laid him down on a bed, exclaiming: "Why, doctor, you don't weigh no more than a dried lambskin." The 24-year-old physician, Just beginning be-ginning a promising medical career in New York, had been stricken with tuberculosis regarded as a death sentence then. He came to the Adirondacks Adi-rondacks purely by chance, and the climate helped him live a long and monumental life as one of the world's leading disease-fighters. Monuments to Trudean. Lasting monuments to the beloved physician are the Trudeau sanatorium, sana-torium, the Trudeau research laboratories, lab-oratories, and the Trudeau school of tuberculosis, which exports its learning to the world. To hundreds of people all over the world the Adirondacks still mean Paul Smiths. In an ideal setting on Lower St. Regis Lake this bearded, regal guide conducted the country's most famous hunting lodge. Its principal asset was his personality, for Paul (originally Apollos) had an endless fund of stories, a ready wit and an utter freedom from awe of plutocrats pluto-crats or royalty. "When Paul Smith first came to the Adirondacks," the saying goes "the woods were full of Indians! When he died they were full of millionaires; mil-lionaires; among both old Paul was equally at home." Shrewd old Paul died in 1912 a millionaire himself, for he bought not only land but waterfalls, and sold electric power over a wide area as the north country developed. Today much of the Paul Smith empire remains, but its most conspicuous con-spicuous center and symbol is gone the big hotel on lower St Reg if Lake. It burned in 1930. 'f i '- "j ' - ,". " . J ! ' ' Message to Ga rciq Lieut Andrew S. 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