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Show ynITJ-t -cum-, PT I 11 tKoat . -" ..V ' a oMeiii 1 eat T u- ''""v -RIGHT t BELL SYNDICATE W.N.U. SERVICE try." And Tyrrell shook hnnds with Stephen and Nance P.elden, put on his hat and strode out. "Come, girlie," the policeman suggested. sug-gested. "Weli," the girl declared, with an effort .at nonchalance, "this Is a tough break for old lady Delden, Isn't It?" She smiled upon him patronizingly. pa-tronizingly. "You're a good scout, Steve. Thanks a lot for all you've done and tried to do. You meant well, but at that I think the old scientific hooey has got you a bit cuckoo, too. I stood for it a while became I thought his nibs might fnll for It, but when I saw you weren't going to get to first base with the big boob, I called It no contest." She thrust out her little hand. "Well, good by, Steve. I suppose sup-pose I'm keeping you from other nuts." She came close to hlra and looked up at him wistfully; so he stooped and kissed her. At once tears suffused suf-fused her eyes. "You don't mind what I look like, do you. Doctor Burt? You're kind enough not to feel sorry for me." Amazingly she had changed slipped out of one personality Into the other as one slips out of a coat "Will you do something for me, Doctor?" she continued, and he saw that Bhe was all nerves now. "I'm looking for a girl named Penelope. I can't remember her last name, but I do wish you'd try to find her for me, even with so little to go on." "Where does she live, Nance?" "Out there, somewhere." "You've been reading a poem, I think, Nance a poem that runs : And you, my sweet Penelope, out there somewhere you wait for me, With buds of roses In your hair and kisses on your mouth. She trembled with eagerness. "Why, you know her, Doctor. That's the Penelope I'm looking for." "Oh, if that's the Penelope, why of course I'll find her for you. Good-by, Good-by, wy poor dear girl, and remember remem-ber to look for me at the gate the day you're released from San Quen-tin." Quen-tin." A deputy sheriff took Nance Bel-den Bel-den to San Quentln and was decent enough to refrain from handcuffing her en route. The girl was not par- J 1 cn3 prison rules. Itead them, and then obey them strictly. Failure to obey them will lead to disciplinary measures, meas-ures, and repeated Infractions may lead to solitary confinement. If you prove to be a good girl you'll receive re-ceive credit for good behavior In the shape of a reduction In the length of your sentence. Good conduct con-duct will also render you eligible for parole afler you have served half of your sentence; If you should get Into trouble, tell me about It first I try to give my girls a square deal, but very few of them try to give me one. If you should think you're not being treated fairly, fair-ly, I'll always be glad to discuss your grievances with you. You will meet some terrible women here and you will also meet some who, had they been spared the unfortunate circumstances which conduced to bring them here, would be ladles. Conviction doesn't mean that a person is devoid of all human attributes. at-tributes. You will keep your per-' son and your cell clean, and you will not be locked in your cell unless you misbehave. Your cell It Is really a nice little room will be sacred to you alone, and you will have the freedom of the building and the grounds. I will assign yon to a cell and show you np to It Then you can change your clothes and come down and Join the women In the recreation room yonder." "Tou'll do," Nance declared, and held out her hand. Her cell proved to be exactly what the matron had said It was. Nance surveyed It with satisfaction. "This will do me nicely," nice-ly," she said. "Thank you ever so much, Matron." She unpacked her suitcase, stowed her few belongings In the chest of drawers, removed her hat and sat down on the bed to read the printed print-ed list of prison rules. But one of the rules Interested her. She discovered she could write a letter once a month and receive visitors once a month If she behaved herself. her-self. "I must be mother's little lamb," she declared. "This Is some Joint to get out of, but where there's a will there's a way." And she set herself resolutely to discovering the way. Before locklng-up time she thought she had discovered It. It was the fishermen In the cove Just off San Quentln point who suggested It to her. In her stroll around the ground she inspected the fence. It was sixteen feet high, of quarter-Inch quarter-Inch steel mesh, set on steel posts bedded In concrete, and It ran along a concrete base. A barefooted woman, wom-an, using her toes to climb the mesh, could climb the fence readily enough, were it not for an elght-een-lnch topping of barbed wire, strung In strands four Inches apart and set Inward at an angle of forty-five forty-five degrees. One could not possibly pos-sibly surmount that. Nor cou'd one burrow under the concrete base In daylight, even were the means available, nor could one do It at night, because then one was locked In the cell. But one could stroll down the main walk to the sentry box just outside the entrance and appraise the situation there. As Nance suspected, the gate was kept locked and the guard had the key; Indeed, the gate was never opened except to admit a new prisoner or an official, or to provide an exit for a discharged prisoner or official. offi-cial. However, Nance did not despair, des-pair, for the gate was narrow two feet and there was no topping on It She decided she would climb over it some day when the guard's back was turned; ergo, the thing to do was to induce the guard to turn his back I For a month Nance gave her thoughts over entirely to tills, problem. prob-lem. Lanny came Into Doctor Burt's office of-fice and laid a letter on his desk. It was dated from San Quentln, on the cheap prison stationery, and read : "Dear Miss Lannlng: "I can receive visitors next Sunday. Sun-day. Won't you please come over and visit me? I'm so lonely, and you were so kind to me when I visited vis-ited Doctor Burt's office. I have never forgotten you, and never 6hall. Sincerely: "Nance Belden, "No. 43,231." "Just think, Stevle," Lanny declared de-clared proudly. "She hasn't forgotten forgot-ten me, the poor dear." "I suppose you'll go over." "Indeed I shall. It would be terrible ter-rible If I didn't You'll send her something, won't you, Stevle? I think that might please her. I think she'd appreciate a portable phonograph phono-graph and a couple of dozen records. rec-ords. I understand model prisoners are permitted such luxuries." Stephen smiled. ''Well, I'll stand for that expense, too. Lanny. And I shall await with Interest the report re-port you will have to make on your return." Lanny beamed. The following Sunday afternoon, therefore, the matron admitted Lanny Lan-ny to the visitors' room and sent for Nance, who arrived on the run and cast herself Joyously Into Lanny's arms. Then Nance led the latter into H corner, and speaking swiftly and in a low voice, said: "We aren't permitted to he alone with our visitors, Lanny. You'll notice no-tice the matron remains In the room. She won't listen to what we have to say but she keeps her eyes on us. Will you smuggle a letter out for me? I've got one all written, writ-ten, but the matron reads all our letters before posting them and I can't have her read this one. It's to a very dear friend and I Just couldn't bear to have her read It Besides, If she read It she wouldn't mall It" (TO BE COTSTliiVSm. j1" uch sp: SYNOPSIS Vttaml; splnachiore Gatlin adopts a baby a verjal effort to solve his matrl-Ism matrl-Ism of troubles. But his wife has vni anted her, and their affairs 11:11 the divorce court Ten-yeax-3 growelope Is grlven Into the keep-ftCCOir keep-ftCCOir Mrs- Gatlin. At a baseball j. , 1 ball strikes Penelope on 'ie and Mrs. Gatlin removes m the hospital and spirits Europe. Gatlin retires from One A'' w"'a Penelope all his and Is about to besln a he law for his daughter when a mo-as mo-as wtdent ends his life. Some ten 1 Of Trter 'n an Francisco, Steph-. Steph-. " ': is a rising young psychla-SCientf,an psychla-SCientf,an McNamara, chief of po-elr po-elr ow:lngs him a patient Nance 7 a sh' a Br' whose terrible child- nonstro18 ,Ieft Vth.. fX1 P"". , for which her saddle nose !lt One art responsible. McNamara lg else! think she Is a criminal and Burt's expert testimony In Z ' Even Lanny, the doctor's y I reei 0mCo nurse, Is won over to i Japat cause. lelr flon ked IdaPTER III Continued stltute; 5 ratlve 1'irmal weight, your honor." i venee: ti10 gIrps hand and count-I count-I In sa: puise. xhen he took a ope from his pocket, placed st her left breast and 11s- d an "A"IIer pulse and heart beat coined 7, your honor, and from her ' Edwarnce of general good health rom ali! no reason to suspect pul-e pul-e gold trouble. Her skin Is clear, he Arcld smooth; It Is free from dragor.js another Indication of ;i.G0 toMlth. Her hair Is fine and ; not dry and lifeless, as Is ! of a person of pronounced It Nowalh,c tendencies. Her eyes 0j ..j,, lambent, kindly, Intelligent. ouse otw 1s u' Droa(' and of me" ight, her head a little larger at of the average woman, nr;-" Is broad between the ears as she has brains, nature that she should have room DSTPIV!- Is Deat'y dressed and j not a slattern. She gives JUi'jlJUion of dissipation drugs 18 "id wreck. A nose like that TrFTTTjjause a continuous mental Ip oicnlHr t'1'3 lurae"table facial dels de-ls and pt3 K'rl would be beautiful, r brea'.li she remembers, or used to '.r, herself as beautiful or 1 0 i- e; then tllls accident oc-i,'yind oc-i,'yind ', she became an ugly iyiiiaik. Doubtless the knowledge ' was an object of curiosity nz o:icn!on to strangers and repug-J,P3i4lsui repug-J,P3i4lsui her friends made of her a depressed recluse. Who ICAL li"''1"' wl'd. desperate and t, thoughts she became a l"""t nd' Montal conflicts undoubt-'ers. undoubt-'ers. a re at work an impulse to )avis. t0 h(fe hergoi countered , aturnl Impulse to make the plycrr'le situation, to be brave, to ;r madel'ghe was not different, lother p ease of a girl whose mind send a fi-es had been thus harassed giving 1' ong period, a new sorrow, trites fot.lng a definite mental shock, of no great magnitude, t of Juievertheless be sufficient to justice itoout the condilion of dis-:. dis-:. 1 of personality which I scribed." voriterij'11"!? else, Doctor Burt?" itrong. Vo given a concise and gen- tabletsjiino of the caso as It pre- 1elf to me, your honor. This ows H!iit should have trentment lan ma' te possible to cure her and lm grenlirally certain I could do so. :lle nose can be repaired. I rrTery good friend, a speclal-lastic speclal-lastic surgery, and I know J be willing to help, without mnke 8 8wan of tllls "eiy S NEWESVoti think you would make Into a responsible moral very P"0" -200 ButMi so, your honor." ..- would she support herself 1 ie period of treatment? By i 5 worse?" The Judge glanced 5 I Ulen. "How do you sup- rself, young woman?-1 woman?-1 t. N "iy own check-book," the 1 ve a private iucomo?" - old thing." TirvTf" ,s lts e"rcc?" JriUAM't know. On the first of Jfl onth somebody puts some Ji& avtt tho bank for me and I 8 $-5-that's all you know about el Tempi"- sirable, t imes I can remember, but will alwa5-'w. It's the time I can't remely ec-r that raises h 1 with me, agreeably don't know what name to rstand V ,,y checks then or I forget LY RECO 'i checking account Then so appr001' ,lp n,1(i steal." rkof d''sf;ftni,y remarkable, Miss Uol isbeaut'C'ive you ever Issued any C. ROlat bounced back on you?" SSESKSSu-e you trying to kid me. 1 7" idge Ignored this obvious of court "I suppose you have had many sweethearts, Miss Belden?" Nance Belden's scornful laughter filled the courtroom. "Oh, Judge, you're precious. What sort of a man would pick me for a sweetheart, sweet-heart, I ask you? Be yourself, Judge. Now you tell one." "Why not?" the Judge pursued remorselessly. re-morselessly. "Well, maybe because nobody ever asked me," the girl assured him with simple directness. "I don't mind admitting I'd like to have a nice sweetie If I could find one, but what the h l's the use trying? I'd only have him a little while; then he'd get ashamed of me. What's the use bothering myself? I know a blind fellow that's mad about me. I've often thought of taking the poor gazabo on for my steady sweetie, but he makes me so sad I know It wouldn't last He has that funny staring look, and when he walks with his arms held straight' out, it just breaks my heart." "Where does he live?" "God knows now. I was taking care of him when I got pinched. You see, Judge, I took him to a doctor doc-tor to see if something couldn't be done for his poor eyes, and the doctor doc-tor said he could be cured, but It would be expensive. He'd have to go east to a very noted specialist, who would charge a lot for the operation. op-eration. Well, I paid that doctor his bill and that left me short" "Did the same doctor say anything any-thing to you about your nose?" "Yes, he said he could cure that himself, and to come In when I was ready and he'd put me In a hospital and operate. Gosh, It's some baby, Isn't It, Judge?" "How did it happen?" "I don't know." "You don't know anything, do you?" "Yes, I know something." "What is It?" "You haven't the slightest Intention Inten-tion of agreeing with Steve. That sheep-faced mutt, Blethen, has given you an earful. You're one of these judges that believes what he wants to believe. Steve's told you I'm nutty, but Steve's wrong. I'm not. Steve's just a good fellow trying try-ing to give the little girl a hand." "So you believe you're quite sane?" "Of course I am. There's nothing noth-ing wrong with me except a bad memory, and a beak like the American Amer-ican eagle." Stephen sighed and shook his head, seeing which, Nance crossed to his side, put her arm around his neck, and laid her cheek against his. "Steve, darling, you'd be a wonderful sweetheart," she assured him, and laughed. "Your honor," Stephen pleaded, "can't you see she's " "I can see she's as Intelligent as you say she Is, Doctor. In fact, she's more than that She is very artfully simulating mental Irresponsibility Irre-sponsibility by attempting to spoil the good work of her expert witness. wit-ness. It Is my conviction that Doctor Doc-tor Blethen wns right when he told me she was the smartest, most adroit ad-roit criminal type he had ever examined. ex-amined. I believe, with him, that she Is Incorrigible, and Incorrigible Incorrigi-ble criminals should be sot apart from society." lie turned to his clerk. "I believe be-lieve the sentence was two years in San Quentln penitentiary. Verify It and prepare the commitment." "Good C d," Stephen Burt cried sharply, "you are not going to commit com-mit this social outrage, your honor?" The Judge eyed hlra sourly. "Doctor "Doc-tor Burt, you will apologize to the court for that language or I shall fine you fifty dollars for contempt of court." Stephen Burt drew a fifty dollar bill from his pocketbook and tossed it on the table. "Court Is adjourned," his honor mumbled, most embarrassed. The policeman who had brought Nance Belden Into Superior court approached her. "If you're a good girl, Nance, I'll not put the cuffs on you." "You didn't put them on me coming com-ing here; so why should you think it necessary now?" "You're an Important prisoner now, Nance. The Judge Just gave you two years In San Quentln, didn't he?" Nnnce Belden turned. "Did he, Sieve?" The doctor nodded miserably. "And I'll not see you any more, Steve?" "Of course you shall, Nance. I'll come to see you from time to time. I haven't finished with you not by a long shot, my dear. Tyrrell, you're still retained on this case." The lawyer waved his hand hopelessly. hope-lessly. "We're licked," he stated, without emotion. "This Is one hand no lawyer can beat, and I wouldn't "If You're a Good Girl, Nance, I'll Not Put tha Cuffs on You." tlcularly sad. Even the first glimpse of the penitentiary did not disturb her, for the road that enters en-ters the grounds Is flanked by the homes of the officials and guards, and well-kept lawns and flower gardens gar-dens give no hint of the gloom that lies In waiting beyond the main gate. The building In which female convicts con-victs are housed at San Quentin would readily be mistaken for a hospital were It not for the bars at the windows and the high metal mesh fence that surrounds the grounds. Two young women were hoeing in the (lower beds ; along the cement walks other women strolled, singly or In pairs, chatting and enjoying en-joying the sunshine and fresh salt breeze that blew In from the bay, less than fifty yards off the beach some men In skiffs were fishing for striped bass, and with the exception excep-tion of a guard In a kiosk at the entrance to the grounds, one would have to search In vain for the slightest hint of official surveillance. "So this Is San Quentln," Nance remarked gaily to her escort "Not so bad, my boy, not so bad." The guard did not answer. He knew that the realization of restriction restric-tion rather than high walls constitutes consti-tutes the horror of prison life. He took her Into a small lobby, where a pleasant-faced middle-aged matron greeted the girl cordially. "Come with me, Nance," she said, and led the girl Into her oflice, where she took charge of Nance's suitcase, opened it and searched it thoroughly. "You have nice clothes and toilet articles," she commented. "Have you more clothes at home? These will scarcely last two years." "Yes. May I send for them?" asked Nance eagerly. "Of course you may. The women wom-en Inmates of San Quentln are not required to wear a prison uniform, although we furnish one, If necessary." neces-sary." "Hurrnh for our side," Nance replied re-plied cheerfully. "You read and write, of course. Nance?" "Do I look like a dumb-bell?" "Well," patiently "her are the |