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SYNOPSIS Jeb Braddon, young and fantastically successful broker of Chicago, is infatuated with Agnes Gleneith, beautiful daughter of a retired manufacturer. Rodney, a doctor, in love with Agnes, visits his brother, Jeb. Rod plans work at Rochester. Jeb suggests that he make a try for Agnes before leaving. In Rod there is a deeper, obstinate decency than in Jeb. Agnes believes to be happy, a girl must bind herself entirely to a man and have adorable babies. Rod visits Agnes and tells her of his great desire but realizes it can never be fulfilled. Agnes' mother is attempting to regain her husband's love. Agnes has disturbing doubts ? i?* fathar in as to wntii awuauio 4wv..v. New York. Jeb tells Agnes he Is going to marry her, and together they view an apartment in Chicago. Jeb asks Agnes to set an early date, but she tells him she cannot marry him. When the agent. Mr. Colver, offers to show them a furnished apartment. Jeb asks Agnes to see It alone, saying he must return to his office. Agnes consents and Jeb leaves. A radio is blaring terrifically from one of the apartments. Colver raps upon the door, which is opened by a scantily clad girl, who draws Agnes Into the room. Colver finds her husband, Charles Lorrie, fatally shot. He calls the police. Myrtle Lorrie asks Agnes to phone Cathal O'Mara, a lawyer, to come at once. Agnes does. The police take charge. CHAPTER II?Continued "Shut up about Bert!" Myrtle gasped, barely audibly. "Where's that damn lawyer of mine?" So it was not horror that swept her?horror at what she had done. That must have been in it, but chiefly it was fear, and her longing for life, for her own sensations to continue in her soft, warm body, no matter what she had done. There was a new knock at the door. It was not loud; the man was not striking with his knuckles. He tapped with a finger-tip which said: 'Take your choice; admit me or take the consequences." Ulrich let him in; and his presence wa3 like an alarm, calling Nordell and Dolega from the bedroom. So the police in plain-clothes and the assistant state's attorney confronted the young man who had come in. He was tall but not quite so tall as Jeb?and Kod. This man was of their age, with some quality like Kod. The feeling of conflict filled the room. These men were antagonists ?one against the four. The one by himself stood easily, but on watch. The four who confronted him, you felt, were on guard; he was alone, but It was he who would, at the opportunity, strike. Agnes did not begin to comprehend how her presence influenced everything that followed. It was her intrusion and the consequent involvement of Agnes Gleneith In the murder of Charles Lorrie that the case would turn upon. O'Mara had felt it immediately. "You're quick on a case, O'Mara," incautiously Nordell cut at him. "If you were a surgeon, they couldn't call you an ambulance chaser. You leave it behind. Did you start from vour office after or before the shoot ing?" The tension in Agnes' feeling tightened. She took sides; she could not help it. The man whom she had asked to come stood before the four and a little away from the wall. Whatever else he was, he was incomparable to any of them; he was the mold of another order of man. It had shaped his head so that your eyes lingered looking at him?lingered on the line of his good lips that he kept shut lest lie speak too soon, on the cleft of his clean-cut chin, on his fine broad brow and his bold black hair. He held his head with a little lift that you liked. He stepped unhindered past the police and to the center of the room, where Myrtle Lorrie clung to her refuge in her soft chair. "I'm O'Hara," he said to her. "Did you ask for me?" "Yes. For God's sake, save me, save me!"' "I must find how things are. Meanwhile I'm taking you out of this," Martin O'Mara said to Agnes Gleneith, looking down at her. "Not all the way out, I'm sorry to say; we'll be long before being through with you. But we've no need to keep you here, distressing you, when so many more must soon be coming." "Many more?" repeated Agnes, looking up at him. "Faith," he said, "faith, they've barely begun to come." The very way of his words was altered, when he spoke to her. No accent crept in; he spoke as before, but he let you feel, through the HAG ONS DRIVE YOU EDWIN 1 BALMER t CopHoght pi) Fdwin Bslmsr W M U_3erv^c< phrases that came to him unbidden, his closeness and accustom to plain people of ready emotion and sentiment, and simple speaking. "One thing we'll be needing," he added. "It's him who came with you. You've not named him, I hear; but It's got to be. Who was he?" "Judson E. Braddon," said Agnes. "You and he came here, I took It, not knowing these people." "No." "You came to look over these apartments, because you were marrying." "Yes," said Agnes. She looked at the girl In the big soft chair. "How could she do it?" she whispered her horror to O'Mara. He shook his head. "When such a thing is done, you don't do it. No; you never do It," he said. "It's your dragons you have in you that drive you to it." CHAPTER III AGNES was out; she had passed that door; but the room and the apartment inside It refused to be obliterated. She sat for a few minutes In the women's waiting-room of the Northwestern railroad station. After a while, she went to a phone-booth and called her father's office. He was not there, but his secretary grew almost hysterical when she recognized Agnes' voice. "Where are you, Miss Agnes?" "At the station; I'm taking a train home In seven minutes." The police had communicated with her father, and he had gone to find her. Finally she called Jeb; but he also was out seeking her. For news of the murder of Charles Lorrie was on the air; the announcer had said that Miss Agnes Gleneith had discovered ?the murder. Agnes sat In the train where nobody knew. Nobody?yet. But by night they would know; by morning all her world would learn that she had "walked In" on a murder while she had been looking for an apartment with Jeb Braddon. That meant, of course, that she was to marry Jeb. She had selected a seat amid strangers; she leaned her head against the window and shut her eyes. See. You opened your eyes, but that room was there; Myrtle was there, reaching for her. Agnes closed her eyes again. Who was Bert, and where was he? Myrtle's Bert. "Shut up about Bert!" Myrtle had begged. And Agnes had omitted mention of him. Why? For the sake of Myrtle? Or of Martin O'Mara? What did Martin O'Mara mean by saying "you" never do a thing like IIIUI, UUl yuur uraguua uiurc jou to it? The train was stopped again, and it was at her station. There were her mother and Bee, and Simmons behind them. Her father had phoned to them from the city to meet this train. They hurried her home, where her mother, after learning all that Agnes could tell, offered to start her off the next morn ing for Europe. "Your Aunt Esther will take you, I'll telephone her this evening." "No," said Agnes. "But I can'l possibly leave, Mother." "Why not?" "I'm a witness. 1 must appear be fore the coroner's jury tomorrow probably; then before the Grant Jury; and then at the trial." "I can't imagine it 1" her mothei said. "But I have to." Jeb arrived before her father. Ag ness bad him come to her room. Jeb crossed the room in lonj strides and seized her in his arms She said no word but she pushei away from him. "What's the matter, Glen?" hi overpowered her again. "I lovi you so; and I left you to walk lnti that?when I love you so!" "Love?" Agnes?repeated as mucl to herself as.to him, looking up a him. "Do you love, Jeb? . . . O what Is it we feel for each other? He held her only tighter. " know," he said. "You're mixed u with them. Don't! ... Oh, I wish t God I'd stayed there with you." "You didn't, Jeb . . . I'm glad." It was nearly midnight, and afte Jeb had gone, when she had a tal with her mother and father. "You're not to blame, Agnes, li tie Light One," he repeated, pettin her hair. "It was bad luck; that all. But why in the world did yo phone for that lawyer?" "It aligns you with her?and him "Does It?" "You'll not go back to New Yoi tomorrow, Bob?" asked her mothe THE STATE PORT PILOl "Were yon going tomorrow. Ft- s ther?" t He looked at his daughter. "Yes," he said. 0 "Why?" she asked him, as never * She would have before. a "Business, of course. Light One." v "What was Father doing in New a York? How could he do It? He, S who had been so happy with Mother 1 ?so completely happy?during all t( those eleven years in the house on ^ Easter Lane. But they were passed ?as two years had passed In that C apartment which she had visited, f where Myrtle had shot her hus- G band. How could she have done it? t She didn't do it; not the bride c who had married him two years t ago and once had been happy with P him. Father?Father, who had v brought Mother as a bride to the house on Easter Lane?that fa- 1 ther was not doing what Father v was doing against Mother today. p Were the dragons of desire that t fed on Myrtle's soft sensuousness f also afflicting Father? c Agnes lay long awake. If she a could, by willing it, obliterate her c hours In the apartment so that 11 never they could touch her again, a would she do it? No, she knew. No. Who, hav- S ing passed from Innocence, would s return to It again? Who, having h encountered him, would obliterate d from all her life ahead. Martin r O'Mara? li Who was he? Who?what wife f or what other woman?might now a be awaiting him? v Twenty miles away in the city " a woman was awaiting him at that e hour, though It was long after ' midnight. 8 She watched for him and listened hour after hour, eagerly but not lm- f patiently or critically. She lived ? for his coming, whenever it might a be. c She was slight but straight and strong. Five foot two, she stood, v a little mother of big men; for r both her sons had been a foot tali a t "Shut Up About Bert!" She Gasped, Barely Audibly. er. "And here Is the likes of me," she'd say, "outlivin* the both Iv thim. And their fayther. But please, God, let me niver bury him." Him?none like him, to her; not even her own sons, or her own man, whose memory never failed ! her. Him was her grandson, Cathal Martin O'Mara. And little as she was, and old as she was?nearing two and seventy?you could see resemblances between them, i He had his blue eyes from her, even to the sparkle in them; and i much, much more than can ever be told. And it was through her that he had the event which, of all elements that entered into his making, most affected him. She had seen It with her own eyes; and as soon as he had become old enough to understand, she had herself related t it to him: The tenth of July it was, In eight- 1 een ninety-three; and the lake shore s along Jackson park was white , with the great fine World's Fair j 1 buildings. And this day was fine, | and the Fair was full crowded to j r the turnstiles. I She was seeing the Fair on that < fine day, was Winnie O'Connor j - O'Mara, wife?and proud of him? of Cathal Martin O'Mara, of En- { > gine Company Number Two. ] i. There were the white, tall towi ers reaching up to the blue skies, and none of them nearer to heaven b than the tower of the Cold Storage e building. And it was the bulk be0 low that caught fire on this fine afternoon; it wasn't the tower at h all, at the beginning. The alarms t went out; and the fire companies r came by, their fine strong horses " running, and their big gongs beat1 ing. p "Play away. Two! Play away, o One! Play away, Company Eight! Up with ye. Chemical Fourteen!" And up the men went to the roof, >r from roof and from ground playk ing their streams on the building. But the fire was full blazing and t- leaping; and it licked up the water ig that reached It; and more of the 's water fell short u "To the tower!" shouts Fitzpatrlck?him that was captain of En." gine Company Two, and assistant chief of battalion. "To the tow k er with the water, and play on r. from above 1 Who's up to the tow SOUTH PORT, N. C- W r with me?" And he set foot tot he climb. And twenty good men?the good f the best?the fair score of them rent up from the roof to the tower ifter him dragging their hoses pith them. And they all got up nd signed for water; and the enines gave it to them, and there hey played it down from the ower on the side of the roof that ras blazing. Sure it was a sight From the lourt of Honor, from the Manuacturers exhibits, from the Art lalleries, from the Midway and all t,e shows between, the peoffle came rowditig to see. Thousands and ens of thousands of them. Faith, ushing at the fire-lines that day ras a city of people. For the fire kept on gaining, 'he water front the tower, like the rater from the ground, was nothng to it. The blaze, it ran on top he roof; and that was not so bad, or that the men on the tower ould see, but the flame, it ran long under the roof; and that they ouldn't see till it broke up from eiow sudden on all sides at once, nd cut off the tower entirely. One man?John Davis, of the lidway company?he saw it the econd before it burst up; and he ugged the hose-line and came own; and he reached the roof and an over it before it was all blazng. But scarce was he down beore the hose he rode was burned way; all other hose to the tower ras burned away; and the IifeIne like them. Twenty men?the ven score of them?stood at the op of the tower, the blaze all bout below them. One hundred and ninety-one feet rom the ground, they stood; sev nty above the roof blazing all bout below them. And God alone ould help them. Winnie O'Connor O'Mara?she ras thirty-five years old that aonth, and her sons were twelve ind fifteen, but neither were there o witness the deed of this day? Vinnie O'JIara, wife of a fireman, ;ot through the throng to the fireines. "Who's them on the tower, can e tell me?" "Fltzpatrick, assistant chief of lattallon." "That I know; can ye name some hat stand up there with him?" "Cahill of Company Eight, I hear; Jill Denning of One; Lieutenant 'reeman, One; Garvey, and Breen, if Chemical Fourteen; O'Mara of L'wo; Nat Howard?" "O'Mara, did ye say, of Engine Company Two?" "O'Mara, Yis; I hear he went IP?" "He would!" "Lord save ye, Is he yours? Do 'e know him?" "Yes; I know him." Then she saw him on the tower: ihe knew which, of the score of nen beyond all human help, was he hat was hers. They crouched for shelter from he heat of the flames below; on a lit of a balcony near the top. fnere, if the tower burned fast, hey had ten minutes left them; it best, maybe twenty?bare minites of life to those fine strong nen that stood in the sight of all ind must die. And they, best of ill knew it, as they looked down, he twenty of them. And it struck all to silence. Higher the blaze burned, and lotter. Faith, you could feel it hot in the ground where you was thrust >ack by the fire-lines. What was t to them on the tower! But no shame showed there; ;here was not a coward among hem. All could see on the tower i man shaking hands with his felow beside him. Farewell between nen, it was; and another gave his land to him. Then the form of him hung In :he air above the flames. For a lash of second, he seemed to stand n the air; for your heart had stopped for him. Then he came lown. He'd taken his choice and lumped; and into the blaze he ivent, to the end of him. Now a second shook his fellow's land; and he jumped. Then they stopped that. Some one on the tower had found l length ef life-line. Like enough, they'd spliced some poor pieces tojether. They let it down but only to see it burn off. Yet twenty feet if line hung down from the shelf; It may have been twenty-five, but the end of it burning. One came down the rope to the end?the liands of him snuffing the fire where the hemp was burning. He swung a bit on the rope, and those above tried to swing him out; so now you could see the dream of them. There was a spol on the roof below, which was not yet in flame, and the plan wat to swing htm at it. He let go and dropped. And the rope, where his hands had been caught fire again. A fourth came down; and his fellows above swung to help him He dropped, and, there was the rope afire again, and each time shorter (TO BE CONTINUED) Home of Lordly Moose Maine's forests are the home ol the lordly moose, the graceful white-tailed deer, the black bear beaver, Canada lynx and wildcat fox, and numerous other species of furbearers. Maine's principa upland game bird is the ruffec grouse, which is numerous through out almost the entire length anc breadth of the state. EDNESDAY, JULY 15, 1936 Improved J SUNDAY International II SCHOOL :-LESSON *:* By REV. P. B. FITZWATER. D. D.. Member of Faculty, Moody Bible Institute of Chicago. ? Western Newspaper Union. Lesson for July 19 SOCIAL SERVICE IN THE EARLY CHURCH LESSON TEXT?Acts 4:32-35; II Corinthians 8:1-9. GOLDEN TEXT?He said: "It is more blessed to give than to receive."?Acts 20:35. PRIMARY TOPIC ? How JesusFriends Shared. JUNIOR TOPIC?When Christians See Others in Need. INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC ? Christians Sharing With Others. YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC?Christmas and Social Service. Social service in the early Church was a by-product of the gospel and not the gospel itself. Those who are saved by the gospel will show their concern for their fellows, especially those who are fellow members of the body of Christ I. Characteristics of the Primitive Church (Acts 4:31-35). 1. It was a praying church (v. 31). The early Christians for every want and need betook themselves to God In prayer. Their faith caused them to go to the living God, believing that their needs would be Matron's Dre? This dress designed with soft capelet sleeves and a contrasting vestee is one of those perennial styles. It is always a pleasure to show by popular request. 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This was not Communism any more than when the church today helps from a common fund those who have need. 6. The ministers had a powerful testimony (v. 33). 7. It was a church whose members possessed unblemished character (v. 33). Great grace was upon them all. II. Generous Acts of Barnabas (Acts 4:36, 37). He sold a piece of land and turned over all the proceeds to be used for those in need. It is not said that Barnabas sold all the land he bad. His act, therefore, cannot In any real sense be used as a precedent for a community of goods in the church. III. Shephen the Deacon (Acts 6: 1-8). As soon as the church had relief from external troubles, difficulties arose within. Up to this time it would seem that the problems of the church were in the hands of the apostles. A congregational meeting was called, the case placed before the church, and the church instructed to select seven men of good reputation and Spirit-filled, to administer the temporalities, giving the apostles time for prayer and the ministry of God's Word. Among the seven deacons thus chosen, Stephen had first place. While engaged in his duties as a deacon, he sprang into the light as an eloquent and powerful preacher. IV. The Good Deeds of Dorcas (Acts 9:6-43). Dorcas was a practical Christian woman. She was full of good works and almsdeeds which she did, not what she talked of doing. Her death was a real loss. If all professing Christian women would use their , needles as Dorcas did, there would be more real testimony for Christ. V. Christian Stewardship (II Cor 8:1-9). 1. Examples of true Christian benevolence (vv. 1-5). The liberality of these Macedonian churches exhibits practically every principle ; and motive entering into Christian ; giving. , a. 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