PAGE SIX ; He couldn’t move . . . and his head was bursting open. CHAPTER 28 'TVE SHOULD have a doctor tor Miss Boisevain,’’ Janet insisted as they reached the kitchen. : Nita shook her head dolorously. “But. Nita, there Is something •erious the matter with Miss Boise vain. That was a bad heart attack She had!” Nita answered her by going to the doyr, and looking out. When she came back she sank wearily in a chair and put her head in her hands. Her shoulders were heaving, yet not a soynd came from her. “How can we get a doctor?” Again the servant shook her head, and looked at Janet. Tears w r ere streaming down her face, and her tightly closed lips were trembling. "Nita, tell me!” the girl urged. ”T£U me where Mr. Rodman is . . . write it down for me, won’t you?” Nita turned. A shiver ran over her big frame. If Nita could only talk! If she could only tell me! Janet searched frantically in the kitchen for a bit ©f. paper and a pencil. She could find neither. Discouraged, she knelt at Nita’s feet. “Please, Nita. tell me about this naad house! What’s the matter with everyone, you and Miss Boisevain and Rajah? Am I dreaming, or is ail this true? i can’t believe it!” Nita lifted the girl by the arms gently, and led her to the door, and out into the buck. Then she turned and went back into the house. Janet walked around listlessly for a while Blair Rodman had come apd gone. He might be waiting out here for her . . . might be! Although Miss Boisevain bad said she would never soe him again! She had sent him outside, telling him Janet would follow in a few min utes and he had gone. . . . Yet by some chance he might be waiting for her stlli! Gathering ITALIAN TROOPS IN AFRICA READY FOR BATTLE Wearing their sun helmets, Italian troops art shown marching with full pack under the broiling aun of Eritrea, aear Masaawa. They are headed Germany’s New Navy Adopts Gas Masks Now that Great Britain and Germany have agreed on naval strength in the North Sea. German a * v ®j authentic are permitting glimpses of the fleet secretly built before the negotiations started. German gunners working with gas masks were pictured during rweat maneuvers. (Central Tree ) | hope, she hurried through the gar - den, peering into the bushes as she went. Presently she came around to ! the front. His car was standing on ti|*» path near the porch! He must be her*, looking for her! Miss Boisevain bad U*d? She would see him again. Hurrying around to the other side, she kept calling, “Mr. Rodman! Mr. Rodman! ” There was no answer to her cries, nothing but the faraway call of a bird, somewhere in the deep for est. . . . • • o Blair was just coming to his senses. He groaned as he turned over. His head ached fiercely with a throbbing, steady pain. He had never felt such terrible pain before. He tried to move his hands but could not. It was dark. He could see nothing around him. Something wet and warm was on his fingers. He moved one of them, but the wet warm feeling was still there. Where was he? What had hap pened? Too tired to think, he closed his eyes again. But the pain in his head racked him and he moaned aloud. He had come to see Janet Lord . . . Janet ... a nice name, and it fitted her so . . . hair like sunshine she had . . . and deep violet eyes . . , he had seen her again, but where? Yes, he had come to the house, Miss Boisevain’s housa . . , why was his brain whirling so . . . fce couldn’t think straight ... he couldn’t move . . . and his head was bursting open. . . . Where was he? He had come to Miss Boisevain’s bouse to see Janet —even in hie agony her name was sweet to him. He tried to say it aloud but couldn’t. He had seen her again, he was sure of that . . . she was pleased to see him. Her hand when she cave it to toward the Ethiopian border, where they will dig in and await Premier Mussolini’s word to advancs Into Ethiopia. him, thrilled him ... Tie remembered he had never wanted to let it go. . . . There was a happy smile on her face when she came to greet him. . . . Miss Boisevain, he had seen h§r again, too. She looked the same, as* he remembered, except that her faca seemed sickly to him, her color bad. Miss Boisevain ... it was ho? house. . . . The note asking him to dinner. The dog, he had not noticed the dog around. Yes, he had. • i Then, what was next? Yes, Miss Boisevain had kindly suggested he talk to Janet outside . . . alone . . . or had he thought of it? Everything w r as so hazy, except Janet s sweet face. Well, he went cut of the room, through a swinging door. Miss Boisevain had pointed to it. A swinging door. That was clear. He had been thinking of Janet . . . yes. Janet. Then he remembered no more. Except that there had been frightful pain, and then sleep. Pain; was he ill? A little stronger, he attempted to feel his head again, where the pain was the worst. He could not get his hand up. Something was keeping It down in that wet, warm thing. His feet he could not move, either, and his ankles ached. Ached but did not pain as his head did. Why couldn’t he move? Was he paralyzed? What had happened after he left Miss Boisevain’s big liv ing room, where Janet w'as smiling at him happily? Lying quite still, he tried to puzzle it out, but the more he thought about it the more muddled he became. He couldn’t move . . . his head pained. . . . God! He was bound! His wrists, and bis ankles! Rope all around his body! The wet. warm thing was blood ! He had been struck in the head. and his head was bleeding! (TO BE CONTINUED) HENDERSON, (N. C.) DAILY DISPATCH, FRIDAY, AUGUST 9, 1935 Rhumba Queen A Jo Andrews Miss Jo Andrews of Boston has been voted by the English club of Mexico City, as the best Amer ican rhumba dancer She began studying the rhumba last Decem ber and since has out-danced sev eral of Mexico’s best rhumba dancers at social affairs. Hie Call to Arms! by Goat’s Horn t^*WJaj|BjP t Mr JMrm ———■-? msHL # am 1W /i /Ju I jj|r JSr ' K> - x /Wr P : U .Reveille in Ethi opia is called by a bugler using a primitive goat’s horn as his in strument. Note the ancient model rifle held, a sign of Ethiopia’s at tempt to hurried ly arm its men as modernly as pos sible under the arms ban imposed by the large Powers. (Central Press ) Sues Crack Piiot * Florence Suddarth Sixty cents to start a bank ac count for her baby—that is all that Royal Leonard, transport pilot and recent entry in the Lon don-Melbourne air race, has con tributed to the support of their alleged daughter, Royale Leonard, < according to Florence Suddarth. < The mother, shown in court at; tx>s Angeles, where she is seeking* |l5O. monthly alimony,*" claims* ’Leonard is the child’s father. ' Hal has denied parentage. She as serted their romance began in Kansas City in 1933 where the aviatpr made stop-overs during flight* - Elimination of New York “sweat-shops” conditions (typically represented in center), of garment factories from New York to country, with workers residing in farm-homestead ■ communities .is objective of garment workers’ groups which have started model community neai K s i’« headouai federal aid. Wtee show (top), .Max Blitter, leader of project; f a.(left), that no* js heed^ua.- ters of the community: and typical garden a tar ted by workar* (C***rn. wj, AIPNS£AtS£ ft IJ II ( ii a i 1-5v400T 0 0" m noi?e 'Oe, Wife Preservers IIS A .> To make that perfect cup of cof fee use level measurements, just as you do In baking. Fill the meas ure, then level it off even. If you do this your coffee will be consist ently good —nvt gc