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They Start Young
Over in Soviet Russia they begin training soldiers early In life. Look j
At these youngsters, mere boys. They are put through the same rigid I
course of training as older soldiers. Photo made near Charkow during a 1
demonstration in which 100,060 soldiers participated. w
Interior Decorators Contribute .
A Share to International Amity
By an Interior Decorator
j A bureau of architecture and in
terior decoration in the organiza
tion of the League of Nations might
not be so absurd as it sounds, in
terior decorating does its share
with the other arts in promoting
international understanding.
The vogue of the English type
of house among American home
builders, with its rich quiet dignity,
its almost medieval casement win
dows and its substantial walls and
ceilings would seem in the nature
of a link between two nations.
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i The fancy is emphasized in the
j library, lined with books which in
imost American homes will be in
the common language of England
and America, embodying the ines
timable heritage of English litera
j The general characteristics of
Che English manner
we in decorative relief or beamed,
walls panelled in oak or oak
[the Penny Ao§» Get Results 1 Try l hem> j
Casement windows which prefer
ably swing outward and are hung
with casement lace curtains are
equally characteristic.
Lights are in antique bronze or
wrought iron brackets which give
a candle effect. Furniture exhibits
a generous amount of overstaffed*
upholstery and tends to Jacobean,
Elizabethan and Stuart designs.
Figured rugs are used to advan
tage. t
The solidity of the type is car
ried out downstairs by bangings
at doors and overdraperies at the '
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windows of heavy texture in tapes
try colors.
Upstairs the' richness and heavi
ness of the style may be varied,
for only In the most pretentious
houses are the high walnscotlngs
and vaulted ceilings repeated
there. English ohtntz wall pa- *
pers, matched by chin z over
draperies may be used. The uni
tom appearance of the exterior Is
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463.000 'NEW MET HO 1)1'ICS
Die Membership Gain During Four
Years is Reported.
Chicago. Doc. 24. —An increase of
405.000 members- in the Methodist
episcopal Church during the current
quadrennium. the total membership
reaching 4.774.520. was reported today
by the Committee on Conservation and
Advance.
The denomination, maintains SO hos
pitals, HO homes for the* ngod. 45 or
phanages and 11 homes for working
girls, valued at more than £30.000,000.
New Orleans Cotton Review.
i New Orleans, Dee. 23.—Prices were
higher throughout last week in the cot
-1 ton market, at the lowest, on the open
ing session, standing Ift to 25 . points
over the last sales of the preceding week,
while at the highest they were 115 to
202 points over. On the close the trad
ing positions were i>2 to 188 points ner
hjgher. January traded up to 35.2 ft and
closed at 34.00 cents a pound. More
interest;was taken in the new crop and
October rose to 28.35. closing at 28.12.
In the spot department middling gained
lftft points, closing at :15.0ft cent against
20.00 on the close of dhis week last
year.
Constant reports of tut increasing
spot demand were the most important
infuenoe of the week/although the cen
sus bureau report on ginning, after it
was digested, caused much buying be
cause it was figured by most traders
that it pointed to a .'total crop oi
somewhat under 10,000.000 bales. The
total of 0,548.805 bales ginned to De
cember 13 was larger than expected and
caused a seliiug flurry immediately after
it was issued but a little later it was
used ns a buying argument.
According to reports from the, in
terior, the spot demand broadened 7 out
to embrace all grades, even the lowest
characters of snaps and hollies, and b;.
many traders, it was considered that the
entire market would go during the eom
ing week in accord with the way the
spot situation continued to simp up. On •
argument was that the demand was
mainly to fill December business but
another was that new business was
coming into the market because of .the
small crop outlook and the scarcity
which bullish traders predict is ahead.
Both English and American markets
will be closed only on Tuesday of the
coming week. The winding up of the
December position seems likely to af
fect the trading of the opening session
while first notice day for January,
which will be Wednesday, may bring
events of importance.
“WORSE THAN PAIN”
Louisiana Lady Stjs She Hu “Nev.
•r Food AoytUaf Better That
Canhri far a Run-Dowa
Ctaffitin."
Morgan City, La.—"lt would bebani
lor me to ten how much benefit I have
derived from the use of Cardid,” said
Mis. I. O. Bowman, of 1319 Front Street,
this dty. }
"I was so run-down to health I could
hard £. go- 1 was thin. I . had no
appetite. Could not rest or sleep well.
I was so weak, and so very nervous. I
was no pleasure to myself.
"I suffered seme pain, but the worst
et my trouble was from being so weak
and easy to get tired and out of heart
"TMs nervous coadMon was worse
decWedtomeU.'d m ®* OnM » *”* 1
“After usings few boftlesjregained
M I htfc acftf anything biMii
lor a run-down condition.” ;
fH6 CONCORD DAILY TRIBLJNS
j| Letters to Santa Claus |
Concord, N. C.. Dec. 24, 1023.
j Dear Did Santa Claus :
( 1 just ten years old. I wdnt you
| to bring me a bicycle and a pretty red
j sweater. Don't forget to bring me some
nice big apples, oranges, and nuts. Also
bring mother, daddy, sister and brother
some nice presents.
Your little friend.
VrOI.ET PROPST.
67 Kerr Street.
Concord, N. C., Doc. 24. 1923.
Dear Santa Claus:
I am a little boy of seven. Please,
bring me a Pioneer S'-ooter and an Ala-!
lain* Coon Jigger. Bring me some fruit
and nuts and don't forget mother, daddy
and sister. I love you.
JULIUS B. SHAXKLE.
160 Buffalo Street.
P. S.—Bring we an air rifle.
Concord, N. C\, Dee. 24, 1023.
Dear Santa Claus:
I am a girl of twelve. I, want you to
bring me a bicycle and a good heavy
sweater to wear to school. Bring me
ssome fruits, nuts and candy, and don't ,
forget mother, daddy ar.d little brother.
I love yon..
MARY EVEI.YN SHAXKLE.
100 Buffalo Street.
Concord, X. C\, Dec. 21.1023.
Dear Santa Claus:
1 am a little boy seven years old. I
am writing to tell you what to bring mp
Christmas. Please bring me a cow boy
suit and an air rifle and some oranges,
apples, nuts and raisins. So good-night
'Santa, until Christmas.
CLARENCE TROUTMAN.
132 Vance Street.
Concord, N. C., Dec. 21, 1023.
Dear Santa Claus:
I am a little girl five years old. I am
writing to tell you what I want you to
bring me Christmas. Please bring me a
big sleepy doll, and a tea set, some nuts,
apples, oranges and raisins.
Thanking you very kindly,
FRANCKS TROUTMAN.
132 Vnnee Street.
Concord, Y. C.. Doc. 21. 1023.
\ Dear Santa Claus:
Please bring me a wheelbarrow and a
little horse and wagon, some oranges, ap
ples and raisins. Also bring little baby
brother anything that you think will be
suitable for him. Good-bve Santa.
SAM HENRY SPEARS. JR.
132 Vance St.
Concord, N. C„ Dec. 24, 1023.
Dear Santa Claus:
I nin a little boy five years old. Please
Santa Claus bring me a drum, a monkey
that climbs a string, also a cap pistol.
Don't forget little sister. She wants a
doll and carriage. Her name is Mary
Francis.
Your little friend.
RASHA JUNIOR MORRIS.
120 Vanee Street.
OTTO WOOD DECLARED
GUILTY OF MURDER
Slayer of Pawi ptgoktor Convicted of
Second Degree ‘Crime By Jury.
'Greensboro. Dec. 23.—0tt0 Wood was
today declared guilty of murder in the
second decree by Superior court jury.
'Hie case was presented to the jury late
last night, and after a short discussion
deliberation was postponed until today.
Judge T- .T. Shaw announced that the
sentence will be passed on Monday.
In rendering the verdict the jury
recommended that th<* maximum seu
tenee be imposed. Thirty years in the
State prison is the maximum for s%eni>d ]
degree murder in North Carolina.
{Judge Shaw complimented the jury
on the verdict. Had a first degree' vev
dict been returned, he stated, it would
have been- against the weight of the
evidence. •
Wood was tried for killing A. W.
Kaplan, Greensboro pawnbroker, -who
died, of injuries received when he was
attacked in his__. shop here the morning
of November 3. Wood escaped in a- car
stolen tjie night before the assault in
Lexington, N. C„ was arrested in West
Virginia several weeks later.
Until the morning of the trial he
stated he would prove an alibi. He went
on the stand, however, and admitted the
assault, declaring that it followed an
altercation when the pawnbroker re
fused to give him liis watch, which lmd
been pawned, the ticket for which lmd
been lost.
Trees Bloom Twice in Season.
(By- the Associated Press.)
Mountain View. Cal., Des. 24.—Be
cause of the unusually warm autumn in
central California, some fruit trees blos
somed for the secoud time this senson. J.
W. Cornell reported recently that many
of his cherry trees are in bloom.
COLDS
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Colds, Grip and Influenza
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which destroy germs, act as a
tonic laxative, and keep the sys
tem in condition to throw off
all attacks eg Odds. Grip and
Influenza.
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BEGIN HERE TODAY
Paul Barley, criminal Investigator,
; Is engaged by Sir Charles Abingdon
to Investigate the reason ol the sur
veillance of Sir Charles by persons
unknown to him. While Harley Is
dining at the Abingdon home Sir
Charles falls from his chair In a dy
ing state. Dr. McMurdoch pro
nounces death due to heart-failure.
The last words uttered by Abing
don are "Nicol Brlnn" and “Fire-
Tongue." Harley Insists that Sir
Charles was poisoned and goes to
I ask Nicol Brlnn the meaning of
“Fire-Tongue." Brlnn admits that
he learned Its meaning In India but
refuses to divulge the secret. Paul
Investigates the life of Ormuz Khan,
an Oriental, with whom Phil Ablng
) don, daughter of Sir Charles, is
friendly.
NOW4GO ON WITH THE STORY
•'Finally, Benson.” said Harley,
"what else did you bring Into the
room after' Sir Charles and I had
entered?"
“Soup, sir. Here Is the tureen, on
the sideboard, and all the soup plates
of the service In use that night Os
course, sir, I can't say which were
the actual plates used.”
Paul Harley inspected the plates, a
set of fine old Derby ware, and gazed
meditatively at the silver ladle. "Did
the maid, Jones, handle any of
these?’’ he asked.
“No, sir”—emphatically. "She was
preparing to bring the trout from
the kitchen.”
"But I saw her In the-room.”
“She had brought In the fish
plates, a sauce boat, and two toast
racks, sir. -She put them here, on
the sideboard. But they were never
brought to the table.”
“H'm. Has Jones left?”
“Yes, sir. She was under notice.
But after her rudeness. Mrs. Howett
packed her off right away. She left
the very next day after poor Sir
Charles died.”
“Where has she gone?"
“To a married sister, I believe,
.intil she finds a new Job. Mrs. How
att has thp address."
At this moment Mrs. Howett en
:ered, bearing a tablecloth and a
number-of serviettes.
“This was the cloth," she said,
J ipreadlng it out, “but which of the
{ serviettes were used I cannot say.”
“Allow me to look.” replied Paul
! rlarley.
One by one he began to Inspect the
! * opening each In turn and
examining it critically.
“What have we herer he ex
;lalmed. presently. “Have black
berries been served wlthm the week.
Mrs. Howett?”
“We never had them on the ta
ble. Mr. Harley. Sir Charles—God
mat him—said tl»y Irritated the
rtomacn. Goud gracious!" She turned
to R»n«nn. “How is It I never no
ticed -nos? stain,, and what can
bavn caused them?”
1 The serviette wnich Paul Harley
! ' held outstretched was covered all
Lo* . with dark purple spots.
CHAPTER XII
, . . Tim Veil Is Raised
RISING from the writing table In
the library, Paul Harley crossed
to the mantelpiece and xtared
ong and hungrily at a uhotograpu
in a silver frame. So closely did he
joncentrate upon «. tnat oe Induced
1 sort of auto-hypnosis, so that Phil
Abingdon seemed to smile at him
sadly. N
“Bennon,” he called, opening the
library door. As the man came along
the hall? “I have written a note to
Mr. Innes, my secretary," he ex
plained. “There It is. on the table.
When the district messenger, for
vhom you telephoned, arrives, give
Him the parcel and the note. He is
to accept no other receipt than that
of Mr. Innes.”
"Very good, sir.”
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Harley took his hat and cane, »nd
, Benson opened the front door.
1 “Good day, air," said the butler.
| “Good day. Benson.” called Harley,
1 hurrying out to the waiting cab.
' "Number <36 South Lambeth Road,"
[ he directed the man.
OS moved the taxi, and Harley
1 lay back upon the cushions heaving
; a long sigh. The Irksome period of
1 inaction was ended.
For the moment he must focus
’ upon establishing, beyond query or
: doubt, the fact that Sir Charles Ab>
ingdon had not died- from natural
, causes.
Turning his head, he glanced hack
at the traffic In the street behind
him.
His cab was Just on the point of
turning on to the slope of Vauxhall
Bridge. And fifty yards behind,
speeding along the Embankment,
was a small French car. The fea
tures of the driver he had no time
to observe. But, peering eagerly
1 through the window, showed the
dark face of the passenger.
If the following car had turned
on to the bridge, Harley might have
entertained a certain doubt. But,
mentally putting himself In the pur
"l HAVEN'T DONE ANY
THING." SHE SAID SUDDENLY.
suer's place, he imagined himself de-
tected and knew at once exactly
, what he should' do. Since this hy-
I potbettcal course was actually pur
sued by the other, Harley's belief;
was confirmed.
Craning his neck, he saw the little
French car turn abruptly and pro
ceed In tpe direction of Victoria Sta
tion. Instantly he acted.
Leaning out of the window he
thrust a ten-shilling note into the
cabman's hand. “Slow down, but
don’t pull up.” he directed. "I am
going to jump out Just ns you puss
that lorry ahead. Ten yards further
on stop. Get down and crank your
engine, and then proceed' slowly
over the bridge. I shall nit want
you again."
■ As a result. Immediately he was
afforded the necessary .cover. Harley
Jumped from the cab. The man
reached back and closed the door,
proceeding on his leisurely way. Ex
cepting the driver of the lorry, no
one witnessed this eccentric per
formance, and Harley, stepping on
to the footpath, quietly Joined the
stream of pedestrians and strolled
slowly along.
He presently passed the stationary
cab without giving any sign of
recognition to the dismounted
driver. Then, a minute later, the
cab overtook him and 1 was soon lost
in the traffic ahead. Even as it dis
appeared another , cab went by
rapidly.
Leaning forward In order to peer
through the front window was the
dark-faced man whom he had de-
Monday, December 24, 1923
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tected on the Embankment! «
“Quite correct." murmured Hur
ley, dryly. "Exactly what I should
have dona.”
The spy, knowing himself discov
ered. had abandoned* his own car
In favor of a passing taxicab, and la
the latter had taken up the pursuit.
Paul Harley lighted a clgaret.
The contest had developed Into
open warfare, Harley's accurate
knowledge of London had enabled
him to locate 246. 336 South Lam
beth Road without recourse to a
I guide.
He walked quite openly up the
dilapidated steps to the door of No.
236, end was about to seize the dirty
’ iron knocker when the door opened
; suddenly and a girl came out. She
was dressed neatly and wore ft
, pseudo fashionable hat from which
. a heavy figured veil depended so aa
, almost to hide her features. She was
carrying a bulging cane grip aa
i cured by a brown leather strap.
Seeing Harley on the step, she
. paused for a moment, then, recover-
I ing herself:
"Ellen!" she shouted down the dim
: passageway revealed hy the opening
I of the door. "Somebody to see you.”
Leaving the door open, she hurried
1 past the visitor with averted face.
I Harley grasped the girl's arm.
, "One moment. Miss Jones,” he said.
, quietly, "it is you I am here to '
. seer*
> He extended his arm to detain her.
’ But she thrust It aside. “My boy’s
i waiting round the corner!" she said
viciously. “Just see what he'll do
l when I tell him!”
“Step Inside,” repeated Harley,
quietly. “Or accompany me to Ken- '
nlngton Lane Police Station—which
ever you think would be the more !
amusing.”
A tired-looking woman carrying a
child appeared from somewhere and
stared 'apathetically at Harley.
Addressing the angry girl: “An*
other o’ your flames, Polly?" she in
quired In a dull voice. “Has he made
you change your mind already?"
' The girl addressed as "Polly"
dropped her grip on the floor and.
banging open a door, entered a
shabby little sitting room, followed
by Harley.
"Excuse me, madam, for Intrud
ing,” said Harley to the woman with
the baby, "but Polly has some In
formation of use to the police. Oh,
don’t be alarmed. She has com
mitted no crime. I shall only detain
her for a few minutes.” 1
The official manner had Its effect.
Miss Jones looked sharply across
at the speaker. "I haven't done
anything,” she said, sullenly.
Paul Harley advanced and stood
over her. “What about the trick
with the serviettes at. Sir Charles
Abingdon's?” be asked, speaking the
words In slow and deliberate fash
ion.
“Don't arrest me,” she said. “I'B
te# you." ... #
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here?"
“To meet my boy at Vauxhall Sta
tion.”
“He has done murder. What Is
hls name?"
"My God!" whispered the girl, and
her face blanched swiftly. “Mur
der! I—l can't tell you his name—”
“You mean you won't?”
She djd not answer.
“He Is a very dark man," contin
ued Harley, “with black eyes. He is
a Hindu."
"Yes—yes! He Is a foreigner.”
“Where was he going to take
you?”
"I don’t know. He sold he could
put me in a good Job out of London.
We had only ten minutes to catch
the train. He's gone to get the
tickets."
“What did you do to the serviettes
on the night Sir Charles died?"
“Sidney—”
“Oh, he called himself 81dney, did
hes It Isn’t hls name. But go on.”
“He asked me to get one of the
serviettes, with the ring, and to lend
it to him.”
“You did this?”
“Yes. But he brought It hack.”
“When?”
“The afternoon—” ,
“Before Sir Charles’ death? Tea.
Go on. What did he tell you to do
with this serviette?"
(Continued In Our Next Issue)
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