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(The birthday murder1 | Clangs Lems - rorm'-m wii nr the burrs vERRni. CqMI'aitt mstthhittr bt KiNOTE<miES jrvvmrATH r CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN LOOKING! AT Beinive's pretty face as the red lips pulled out an gry smoke, Victoria reflected drjlj that the soft and sentimental worn en are apt to go very hard whet practicality rears its ugly hea 1 Bernice had discarded sentinien with regard to Stan in favor of i matter-of-fact approach to the sit nation, and now the actoi like qua! ity of the man which ha I once si deeply fooled and enchanted lie was seen stripped bate, and was fa from enchanting. Bernice stabbed out her rlgnret She looked at Victoria with largi brown eyes. "Why don't you phoni Stan and talk with him?’’ sin asked suddenly. ‘T mean, he know: yon know nil about everything. Re member that Richards boy I want ed to marry and that Mama hatei so and bow we'd go to movies am you’d let Mama think Id gone witl you?" Bernice's voice was bright pressing this memory from the pas to emphasize their long friendship to coax Victoria into serving thi. present need. "It's a ridiculous notion," sail Victoria. Bernice gave her a hard littl glance. “Oh, a’l right. I'll do it my self, then." Quite deliberately, Victoria lls tened to Bernice speaking in the lit tie hallway. "Stan. This is Bernice Stan, you MUST stop calling me ... I mean it. . . . We said good by. That's not true; you enjoy thi sort of tiling. Well, I don't. . . Are you doing it out of malice? I’v explained the whole thing to you. (Long pause.) "You never cared fo anyone but yourself, Stan, but IT asking you to stop phoning nr house. What? Oh. is that so? I that so? How about what you ca! your house; it belongs to you mother unless I'm much mistaken . . . What? I’ll be delighted to. Intended to do so anyhow, but i was such a trifling little gift tha I felt it might seem insulting, j messenger will deliver it to you tc morrow!” Bernice returned shaken. "Wha a cheap little devil he is," she sale and sighed. She sat down wearil and her eyes misted with some thing like tears. "He wants hi bracelet back; it seems it's reall his mother's.” "That's practically symbolic. S Is he." Bernice's roving and ahstractc eve fell on Victoria's sapphire rim She stint forward toward Victori: one arm propping her weight. Wit the other hand she pointed. He black-gloved finger was long an thin. "Where did you get that!" Victoria told her. Bernice, who was holding Vii toria's ring hand In her own, sut denly flung it aside like somethin she was casting away. "It's riditn lous!” she said, contemptuousl; "Wily, he didn't make a quarter c | what you do! It's In \cry had ■ taste, considering that! VERY ha ! taste!1’ "1 thought It one of the kindest things anyone has ever done tvr me,'" said Victoria quietly. Bernice flung her arms around. Victoria, kissed the side of 1. r t o .• with lips that would leave. V . ' u m ! knew, a double red stain lik ■ a Id "I’m mean!” she cricti. "I’m . mous and selfish! How could I have said such a thing! It was s.vtet of him! It was dear of him!” | In her new ugitati< n Bernice stood up, pacing restlessly before the coffee table on her tiny high heeled feet. "I’m a terrible woman, | terrible!" she cried. Her hlack ' gloved hands went to her face and ’ covered it. She stood there, stylishly i wide shoulders crouched in what : seemed like shame, her face hidden ■ in those cupped black hands. Muf ■ fled by the gloves came the whis ! ! pered words: “When I think of I what I let myself do because of that i awful man . . Suddenly she threw hack her : head, her face wary. "I'm not apolo . gizing. Walter’s no angel to live : with. Walter has his little claws, sometimes." I Then a wry, bitter smile touched her lips and she looked old. "Isn’t : it funny, how it goes with us?” she ■ asked in her little-girl voice. "Whenever I’m in luck, you're out ■ of it: whenever you’re lucky, some ■ thing awful's happening to me. . Like two sides of a balance. It’s al . ways been that way.” She added, • dreamily: "I haven't been lucky tor 5 such a long, long time ...” * * * : Twenty-four hours later, as Tuck ’ put the anonymous note into his in i' nor coat pocket, Froody said to him: i I "Oh, there’s no doubt about it. And i it was an easy little job at that. 5 There was the watermark on the I stationery. And the fact it had been r I cut off to get rid of a name or ini ! | tials at the top. I made the rounds 1 of the Hollywood stationers. I went t over file old order lists at the places t carrying that brand of writing pa i per. At the fifth place I found her • name on their list; slic’d ordered two boxes six months ago.” t “And the pen it was printed , with?” f "The enlargements show one of - the better pens—even ink flow, no s scratching.” y From the street below, traffic sounds wafted up. Tuck sat for a D moment listening to them, and then went to the hatrack for his brown 3 fedora. “You going to talk to her?” “Yes.” i "Want me along?” r “No.” 3 Froody looked wistful. "What I can't figure is why she did it. If she was out to get Mrs. Hinie, she had i- her chance at the inquest, and she i- knocked herself out covering up foi g her. I don’t get it.” He brooded for ;- a moment and Tuck put on his hat r. “ ’You’re going to suffer now’.’ if quoted Froody. "That’s queer That's—wrong, somehow." * * * Moira Hasting? was not at home, ?o Tin k w nt ai tor her in his shab by Mack redan, which looked even shabbier than usual in comparison '.o the suave opali -cent convertible ■ ipo parked just ahead of them, i1 5 n lafti rm on sunlight, w hi cl* al .' ays set lie ,I clean r and bright er in Hollyvvood than in i. s As* ■■■ li s, bi med down on the < h lteau* ke v lute tmihiing where Moira 11 'Stirgs lived. A woman in slacks above which showed a brown dia phragm stared insolently at his ear, j went lightly up lhe steps of the apartment building. In half an hour Moira Hastings drove past without seeing him, and parked two spaces ahead up the sloping street. He was waiting for her at the door when she came up the steps, her key in her hand. Above a tailored bilge jacket her amber hair shone brightly. Her hard, light eyes flashed a hint of fear, and then she half-dropped her lashes and looked very noncomnutal. "I want to talk to you,” he said. He took her elbow, turned tier around, led her to his car. Site bulked. Then she relaxed and got in. "What do you want to talk about?" she asked, when he had tucked his bull; in under the steer ing wheel. "Thu anonymous note you sent to Mrs. IPinic." She held her breath for a mo ment. "I don't know what vnu mean.” Tuck sighed, and turned on the ignition. He pressed his foot on the sun ter and the motor whirred. Her voice was thin. “Where are jou taking me?” "To the city jail.” Her body went rigid, and the brown purse on her lap slid to the floor with a muffled thud. Tuck dropped one long arm and retrieved it, but instead of returning it he opened it and felt among the con tents. Site tried to snatch it from him, but he twisted his hotly and fended off her hands with one el bow. He tool; out her fountain pen and put it into his inner pocket. Politely, ho laid the purse on Moira Hastings' lap. "You can't do that!” she said. "I've done it. The paper has been traced to you through the stationer where you had it printed with your name and address. Printing from this pen, enlarged, will match the printing of that note. I don't think it wise of you to continue to deny that you wrote and sent that note, but that's your business.” He slipped into low gear, stepped on the gas; the car moved for ward. "Wait!” Her fingers clamped tight on his forearm. He had been so sure of what she would do that he had really taken ' his foot from the gas before she spoke. The car coughed and settled | back into immobility. There was I a silence. | (To Be Continued) PACK STREET IN MEAT PACKER STRIKE RALLY JAMMED IN FRONT of one of New York’s big meat-packing houses, hundreds of striking packers are addressed JotiwMttwownuiuntl State with thousands marchtas a»J Mil™ *"» iins by. IbMUA ARCHITECT'S PLAN FOR WHITE HOUSE EXTENSION s“«s=ss=r —'“ - -rsrysassaa} Nerve Disorder in Diabetes B> HERMAN N BUNDESEN. M. D. CERTAIN diseases, when they occur and arc not kept under con trol, may produce permanent dam age in various parts of the body. This is the case with diabetes, a condition due to lack of secretion known as insulin, from thi pan creas. Insulin i- needed so that the body can use sugars. If diabetes goes untreated, a dis turbance of the nervous system may develop known as diabetic neuropathy. If this damage to tl-.e nervous system is recognized early, the condition may be com pletely relieved by bringing the diabetes under control. Doctor R. Wayne Rundles of the University of Michigan has stud ied 1 L’5 patients w ith diabetic neu ropathy. He finds that the first evidence of such nervous system damage is an ali enee of certain of the nervous refle xes, particularly the knee jerk. It can be found whether this re flex is present by tapping the pa tient on the knee, and seeing if the leg kicks forward. In addition to these disturbances of the re flexes there may al ,o be severe ! Copyright King m constipation, chronic dianhea, no appetite, nausea. In about one-fourth of the pa tients, there was trouble with the sphincter muscles controlling the bowel ;,r,.l bladder, and impotency developed in over one-fourth of the men. Patients with diabetic neuropathy also often develop swelling of the legs and have night sweats. They may Le unable to stand hot or cold temperatures very well. They may have low blood pressure with fainting at tach* when they assume an erect posit ion. especially in the morning after arising, or attar exertion. I n t rent ing din be tic neuropathy, the most important thing is to bring the diabetes under control. This requires the use of the proper diet, and the giving of insulin. la addition, the use of salicylates for relieving pain, cool baths, and ice packs, will often help. If control of the diabetes is maintained fora reasonable period of time, mild cases of the neuro pathy will recover in a few weeks, the moderately severe ones in six to twelve months, and the severe eases in one to two years. Fen lures SyrHicitte. I nr. The March Of Dimes - ~. j 0Cl?2SK53to 1 n!l1 infantile para* i\ sis smites someone dear to \ ou, you can not r eali z e how tragic it is. May you | newer know - hut IJ MARCH 9F D'«ME$ nL‘!f> those "llom ,r JANUARY 14-31 lias already claimed. The Strongest Argument | he Fifth Freedom We. who have seen the terrible consequences Every good American cherishes the Four l of infantile paralysis among .the children ot Amer- Freedoms contained in the now-famous At- j ica. are only too conscious ol the need tor contrib- , . m « orp, niiiiir to the aiiiunil .March ot Dimes, January 14:51. lantic Charter: freedom of Speech, Freedom of Worship, freedom from want, freedom Those l'amilar and distressing sights—the ,. _ n , shrunken Jimbs, the twisted bodies, the awkward llom real. ^ locomotion, the crutches, wlieelchairs and all the 1 here is anotner freedom for which all hll i other reminder:; of this terrible scourge—are in inanity is fighting: Freedom from Disease. themselves the strongest argument for supporting ' , , . » , , f • -i: | ! the work of the National Foundation for Infantile ^ lho lllost fea ed and ™Ost msidl- | ! Paralysis. ous diseases that annually threatens this na I ' iiicr’y cent contributed to this orcanization tion is infantile paralysis. It is high on the list j works l’or victims of infantile paralysis. !i is used of 1 llbllc Enemies because its \ictims ait for care and treatment, for research into the cause chiefly children under 16. raid prevention of the disease,, for emergency aid in Infantile paralysis—the Great Crippler— epidemic areas, and tor training doctors, nurse's . 1 • T . , ] and Physical therapists in modern techniques. * no respecter ol persons. It strikes rich and , . , ,, . poor alike white and black. Catholic, Protes it is the determination ot tin* National round- 1 , , { ation, foundeel by Franklin 1>. Roosevelt, that in- td'i. UiH , e w. ; fan! iiei paralysis shall be conquered. 1’he people ol Through contributions to the March ol America share in that determination, and through Dimes conducted January 14-31 bv the Nat contrilmtions to the March of Dime : tin v lake an kmal Folln,Union for Infantile Paralysis, you active part m the unrelenting , lgm against the , . , . ,, , j tJreat Crippler. can help bring the fifth freedom closer. GIVE GENEROUSLY— GIVE TODAY! ^ - - — —— . — — — .—— 1 —■■ ■ — 1 * 4. •. »*M«r ••.. «««•
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