Stocks Stage
Slight Rally
New York. July 29.- ■ \P) — A
handful of stock- \vifh steels and
nu»tut> in front put on ;i is} ief rally
ing flurry pi today's market alter
pronounced earlv he>itancv.
Transfers for the five hours were
around L'.wuioti shares. st:il one ot the
low volumes ot the past 22 years.
American K.idi;itor
American Telephone
American Tobacco I) .
Anaconda
Atlantic Const Line
Atlantic Refining ... .
Bendix Aviation
Bethlehem Steel . .
Chrysler
Columbia (>;is <S: Klec
Commercial Solvents
Consolidated < >il
Curtiss Wright
DuPont
Electric Pow & Light . .
General Kiectrie
General Motors
Liggett & Myers P>
Montgomery W: d & Co
Reynolds Tob 11
Southern Railway
Standard Oil X .1
U S Steel
155) 3-4
75
19 1-4
12
21
28 5-8
79
70 1-2
3 7-8
9 1-4
i; 1-4
(5 3-4
r»7 3-4
5 1-4
33
44 5-8
9t> 1-2
4")
31 3-4
11 5-8
33 1-8
52 3-4
Cotton Closes
1 To 3 Lower
Nfu' York, jmy U!*. (AFM—Cot
ton futute> ujH ik'.l LM>> 4 lower.
Xoon prices v.ito unchanged t<> L*
lower. Octi'l-vr March •». July
8.65.
Futures closed 1 to 3 !<;\vor.
Xew ivntracl>:
October i* y.3(?
December 9.23
Januarv —— y. KI
March ».i>9 1V02
May 8.K3
July . . . . 8.«»4
CAROLINA TIGERS
DEFEAT FRANKLIN
The Can I na Tip r.« turned on the.
Franklin. Y.i . Givys here Sunday
afternoon 13 to 7.
Alston pitched the victory for the
Tigers. with Keilv behind the plate.
i
Tre next pea o c."n:e:*enco should
be held «•:*. 'in- .o >: whero the most .
•unburied dead lie or else in a big
hospital :' ;!i of crippled, shot and
shelled.
On Good Will Tour
Leopold Stokowski
Conductor Leopold Stokowski
pictured as he and his all-American
youth orchestra sailed from New
York for a good will tour of Latin
American countries. The orchestra
has been hailed as one of the v,'orlo'c
great, following its debut zt Ntf'
York's Lewisohn Stadit
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
WHEN LINDA r.pened the door
into the outer room of the Baglev
Models' agency, where she had her
desk, she expected to sec Clarabell
Ackerman working at her desk, a
desk she had boon occupying while
Linda was getting something to
eat.
Clarabell was n.t the desk. But
she was rot working. She never
would work again.
Her body slumped over the desk
and her arms hung hmp at her
sides. The green eyeshade was
shattered and her' face was half
eoverevl with rod blood. Fresh
blood, Linda realized in that first
moment of panic.
She wanted to run. To scream
even louder. But some instinct
drew her nearer. Maybe Clarabell
wasn't dead. Maybe if she called
her. there would be a sign of life.
"Clarabell! Clarabell!" She was
so near that body now that she
could see the blood on her clothes.
And she could see the bullet hole
in the girl's head.
Shot! Clarabell had been shot
while she stooped over to work.
' ' \i . 4.v»t on her blouse
must oe another wound. But who
would kill her? Poor, simple, un
exciting Clarabell Ackerman, who
had telephoned for a milk shake
only five or ten minutes before.
Why, this just had happened!
Maybe the murderer was some
where near. She shivered and
turned back to the door. She must
get help. But where? 'rhe elevator
operator was down on the first
flooF and it would be a long time
until he could get the signal and
come up. Usually he stood at the
entrance at night and only occa
sionally turned his head to see if
a signal was flashing. Oh, if this
were only daytime .when all the
elevators shot up ana down, instead
of night with just one operator on
hand.
With a trembling hand she
reached for the telephone. She
must get the police, Caroline, Mr.
Baglev.
Then two things happened. A
man's voice had been talking on
th< radio. Now it stopped and a
woman's came on. Mina Nevins.
Yes. that was the role Mina was
playing. So Clarabell had died to
the intonations of a voice she wor
shiped, never knowing about the
woman who had that voice.
Bui the other disturbance was
so startling that she let the tele
phone slip to the floor and roll
away.
Distinctly, clearly, subtly she
caught the odor of the perfume
that Mina Nevins used. Suddenly it
seemed to be everywhere. She was
being upset, excited, she whispered
to herself. That perfume was in
"..or mind and tragedy brought it
back, that was all.
She ran. then, down the hall. She
heard steps and paused, aghast.
The murderer! But where could she
hide? Where could she .so?
There was another corridor, not
so wide, and darker, leading away.
She ran down that hall, faster and
taster, though it seemed to her that
her legs were weak and filled with
water. Oh. this was a nightmare,
one of the kind <>t" dreams where
you tried ta run but your legs
wouldn't work.
Then she was aware of heavy
stops coming after her, running.
Hut she had reached the end of the
narrow hall and there was no place
to go. She tried a door which said
"Exit," but it was locked. She tried
another which led to someone's
dark office, but it did not open.
At last, she cowered against the
wall, waiting.
There were' two people coming.
Two men.
One of »hem called and she rec
ognized the voice. It was Joe, the
elevator boy. Quietly she slipped
to the ground, her legs refusing to
support her further.
She did not faint, though, and
when the men hau helped her up
she looked at the other one. It was
the night watchman.
"Oh. I was hoping you were
around!" she panted. "I was so
afraid. It's Clarabell—I went in,
and she's dead ..." Her voice
died away as she remembered the
white face, blood spattered, under
tin1 broken green lamp shade which
had protected the girl's eyes.
"We know," Joe said. "I was
bringing Mr. Parrish here up when
we heard a scream. We went down
the hall and saw it, then we saw
someone running and followed. We
thought we had the crook."
Linda explained her actions and
went downstairs with the elevator
operator while the watchman sum
moned the police. She waited with
the elevator man until police offi
cers. detectives and the coroner
came. In the midst of the hurrying
arrivals, Mr. Bagley appeared and
she told her story again.
At last she was taken to the
room where the dead girl lay
across the desk. Nothing had been
changed. Some of the detectives
were examining the blood through
pieces of glass. The men wore
gloves and Linda noticed that they
touched nothing.
"She hasn't been dead long or
the blood wouldn't be red," the
commissioner said.
Someone else was sprinkling
powder on the desk in a quest for
fingerprints.
"Dragon's blood powder," Mr.
Bagley explained to Linda. "It will
show up any marks."
"Humph!" the man snorted.
"Whoever was here was mighty
smart. No prints around except
what must belong to Miss Acker
PStiUMOXT LEAGUE
Durham 2-2: Richmond 1-5.
Charlotte 11-1: Portsmouth 2-2.
Rocky Mount 7: Asheville G.
Only games played.
AMERICAN LEAGUE
Boston 3-13: St. Louis 1-10.
Cleveland 6-1: Washington 3-9:
New York 10-4: Chicago^ 9-8.
Philadelphia 9: Detroit 5.
NATIONAL LEAGUE
Pittsburgh 5-7: Boston 2-3.
Cincinnati 7-1: Philadelphia 2-4.
New York 8: Chicago 4.
Brooklyn 3-7: St. Louis 0-4.
The Yorkshire Penny Bank Ltd.,
with headquarters in London, and
dep'wits of some 200 million dollars,
has 160 town branches, 751 village
branches, and 3.000 banks tor school
children.
Schedule
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PIEDMONT LEAGUE
Asheville at Rocky Mount.
Norfolk at Winston-Salem.
Charlotte at Portsmouth.
Richmond at Durham.
AMERICAN LEAGUE
Philadelphia at Detroit.
Only game scheduled.
NATIONAL LEAGUE
Pittsburgh at Brooklyn.
Cincinnati at New York.
Chicago at Philadelphia
St. Louis at Boston.
Britain's Queen Eliza'ueth of more i
than 300 years ago, with all her j
wealth and power, with all her am
bition and pride in display of clothes, |
and even, with the 3,000 garments i
that she left behind, was, in some
respects, more poorly and less heal- |
thiiy dressed than the humblest!
woman of today.
POWELL HAS FUNNY
UMPIRE EXPERIENCE
Ed Powell, who is culling them in
the Bi-State league this year, had
an unusual experience the other day.
an experience that usually leaves a
baseball arbiter reeling. Let's let the
Reidsville Review tell about Umpire
Powell's experience.
E. W. Powell, Bi-State league um
pire, thinks he has one for the book,
and maybe it is about the first such
instance in organized baseball.
He said several days ago he was
calling 'em over at Mayodan when
Deacon Fogleman was on the mound.
At the conclusion of the game the
deacon told the umpire: "You gave
me two inside pitches and didn't take
one from me," he said thankfully,
"What did you say?" asked the umps.
The thanks were repeated. Powell
thinking the compliment from such
a source, called the base umpire and
asked Fogleman to repeat his words.
"The incident was so unusual,"
said Umpire Powell. "I thought the
world ought to be told about it."
"David Harum" is still being print
ed and sold 46 years after its first
publication.
irUUI ctiUI muty uc
sat here first, you say?"
"Yes." She said it briefly. "Then
she wanted to use my desk."
"Sorry, miss, but we batter get
you fingerprinted, too. Will help us
to distinguish if there should be a
third party around."
Some of the men were finger
printing Clarabell and Linda looked
away. It was dreadful to see those
limp hands raised and the lingers
pressed against the blotter.
Some of the detectives went
away. Some more came and v.illi
them some reporters.
"Miss Avery, you were alone
here all evening with Miss Acker
man?" the commissioner of police
asked.
"Oh yes, ever since Mr. Bagley
left."
The man turned to Joe, the ele
vator boy. "Joe, you said you
heard a scream and saw Miss
Avery running. Any chance it
wasn't Miss Avery's scream you
heard?" He paused and asked in a
softer, beguiling voice.. 'Could it
liave belonged to the dead girl?"
Joe shifted from one foot to an
other. "I don't know, sir. I never
heard any of them scream before.
But Miss Avery wouldn't do it. She
just wouldn't."
Linda sprang to her feet, her
eyes black with anger. "You mean
you think I did this? That you
want to pin it on ME?"
"There, there, Miss Avery. No
one wants to pin anything on any
one. We just want to find the guilty
party. This girl w^is murdered and
someone did :t."
"But I didn't. I just came in. Joe
brought me back and the sandwich
shop people saw me a few minutes
ago. I won't be treated like a crim
inal!"
Wasn't Ronnie's show ever clos
ing? Wouldn't he ever come? Or
hadn't anyone called him, she won
dered wildly. Her hair was loose
and the curls were tumbling around
her face and she knew the pink
linen frock, so crisp that morning,
was crushed and tired looking now.
"Did Miss Ackerman have any
enemies?" somebody important in
detective circles asked.
The commissioner went on, dis
regarding the interruption. "Miss
Avery, could it have been that that
shot, two shots, were intended for
you? The green eyeshade would
hide your face, this girl is about
your build, and the room is in
shadow. It's a quite possible mis
take. Could anyone have wanted
your life?"
At that moment Unda had
stooped to pick up a fallen hand
kerchief. She thought it was her
own until she caught that whiff of
scent, exotic, beguiling, and, yes,
treacherous. She turned the linen
square around, searching for an in
itial. Yes, there was one.
(To Be Continued)
Nazi Bonus Harass British Convoy Fleet
Flashed to New York by cable, this photo passed by the London censors
shows an actual German air raid on British merchantmen and a convoy
ing warship in the English Channel. The Nazis are intensifying thes<
C. P. Cablephoto
raids as they seek to halt Britain's commerce and starve her to her knee*
as a prelude or alternative to invasion. Greatly reduced activity in
adverse weather indicates the big push must come before winter's storms^
FIEDMONT LEAGUE
Club
Ashevillo
It ielimond . . . .
Durham
Charlotte
Kucky Mounl .
Norfolk
Portsmouth . . .
Winston-Salem
AMERICAN
Club
Dcin.il
Cleveland
Boston
New York
Chicago
Washington
Philadelphia
St. Louis
W.
59
L.
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43
44
45
47
51
53
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40 57
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NATIONAL
(lull
Cincinnati
Brooklyn
V.xv York
Chicago
Pittsburgh
St. Louis
Philadelphia
Boston
LEAGUE
W.
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53
47
48
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Mrs. Ethia Van Aernam
An Indian "war" has broken out at
Olean, N. Y., where Mrs. Ethia Van
Aernam, a Seneca Indian, has defied
court orders to remove a barbed
wire barricade which she strung
across a road. She claims the road
is her property because neither she
nor her ancestors were paid for the
property.
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that reach to
next week
People who make a study of such things say there are
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manufacturer, keeps you advised of the best buys of
the day.
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