n " ■■■ ...... ••• •- — rr ters, Ghosts, Germs fanoca Bill Next Week Merciless gangsters prove no ,tch for the savage bravery a girl fighting for the things lores most in “Show Them Mercy!” which features Ro elle Hudson as its heroine, Cesar Romero and Bruce Miss Hudson first encounters the gangsters when she and her husband stumble into their hideaway. Ijpffi The story leads them through ‘■•iy « series of nerve-scraping ad ventures until she takes mat ' ters in her own hands to pro vide a startling conclusion to > ? a breathtaking story. i Paul Muni portrays Louis Pasteur, the great French chemist and bacteriologist who £7 contributed so much to science, v The story centers about Pas teur’s battle against ignorance :.V and prejudice, to save life through sterilization and the [, use of vaccines against disease. So bitter against him, and so powerful .were the physicians rvho hated him, that they suc ceeded in having him banished from. Paris. But Pasteur did not give up his fight against disease. He struggled on in a different part of France and lived to see his work recogniz ' ed finally and he himself ac claimed. »li.i Giving Richard Arlen om of his finest' opportunities a the head of a notable past, thi picture “Three Live Ghosts" hooves with lightning speec through a series of adventure! Which are at once hilarious thrilling and romantic. It is the story of three sol Miers—an American, a Cock Hey and a titled Englishman goofy from shell shock, who re turn from the war after impri somqent in a German camp, t( find themselves officially listet as “dead”. Far varying reasons they de cide to remain hidden behinc this official cloak of anonymity Their adventures, as they move through London as living dead men, without names or identi ty, provide moments of hilari ous comedy, lavishly sprinkled .with romance pnd excitement. PROMENADE -d f k By ISHBEL ROSS —- .. .a (Continued from Page 5) Funny, isn't it? I’m repeating history. My mother did exact ly the same thing when I was a little girl.” “But didn’t you feel that any thing was wrong, Jenny?” “I saw him go into her state room the other day, but I clos ed my eyes to reality. I couldn’t believe it. There was no change in his manner.” She lapsed into silence ag ain. Angela could see her fin gers twisting and untwiwsting, and the flow of thoughts over her face. “Angela, I want to be left to myself,” said Jenny, suddenly. “Of course, my dear child, but I shall come back, and if there is anything I can do—•” she bent down and kissed her ' forehead. “You’re very kind. There’s ; nothing that anyone can do.” . Angela went upstairs, to find ! that the boat was seething with • gossip. She decided to go down to Jenny’s suite again and see if she were asleep. No, she was i lying exactly as she had left heri (When the door opened she threw an eager glance to ward it, but her face clouded - as soon as she saw that it was only Angela. "Jenny, are you all right?” “Yes.” She spoke in the fad ed voice of the very ill. “Have you slept?” J Smiling feebly, she shook her bead. storm is coming up, a real Sea storm. I hope you seasick.” Id lull us all to sleep Vy ■ '. ■ ' V glance was some tea it here. sleep.” “You’ll send for me if there is anything I can do, won’t you?” “Rather!” She smiled pite ously at Angela—-a lost face, drowning in its own bewilder ment. The last traces of Peter’s oc cupancy—a few odds and ends of paper—had disappeared. A white and blue envelope lay on the table. It was a message from him. The letters danced before her eyes—foolish, jum bled letters, all capitals and no punctuation. It had come in dots and dashes direct from her lover on his way to Singapore. “On my way to Singapore. Writing at once to explain ev erything and arrange financial matters.” Peter. Jenny looked in the flowered bag that had gone with her to the wats of Bangkok'. Opening her purse, she found that she had 5 pounds IQs in the world. Pattering down the adjoining alley, the steward, too old for any duty at sea but that of night watchman, arrived at Jenny’s stateroom, which was next to Macduff’s. He saw a ribbon of light under her door and assumed that she was.still awake. He knocked, and a faint voice answered, “Come In.” "Sorry to aisturD you, maa am. I have orders to close the deadlight. Captain's orders, madam.” “Leave it as it is now, ste ward,” she said. “I shall ring for you later. My head is split ting and I must have air.” Harry stood at the door, won dering what he should do. “It’s captain’s orders, madam”, he repeated. “It’s a bad night and the water will ccme in.” Jenny’s voice was imperative, “Leave it to me. I shall ring in a little while.” The old man went grunting off. He had plenty of others to attend to, and he supposed the lady knew what she was about. Senseless of her thought he shuffled down the next al ley; no doubt shd would ring. Soon he had forgotten her ex istence. * • The storm was now at- its peak. Jenny could see the green-black mountains racing past with squirming foam crests. In her ears were thun dering cries of anguish—the requiem of the sea. She dashed across Ibe cabin ar.d slapped her hands In aimless frenzy ag ainst the panels. “He couldn’t, he couldn’t!” she scremed, but her voice was a whisper in the mad crescendo of the gale. She covered her eyes with her arm. She mu3t- ,bo going mad. But the water would wash the fever from her brain, would lap her in peace and security. She reached the porthole, was standing below it. She stretch ed up her arms and the tips of her fingers touched the rim, finding it cold and wet. Her ears were filled with the roar of the sea. Nothing must stop her now. At last she worked her slender shoulders through the rim of the porthole. Turn ing her head, she saw that the deadlights must all be down, for the ship was as dark as a whale. She was working with frenzy now, pushing her slim body farther and farther out. The waves dashed into her face, stinging her to a sharp knowledge that she was close to death, beyond aid and love. Her only fear was that they might push her back. .She dreaded the moments of quiet, the lull between the waves, when her thoughts washed back to the life she was leaving. One arm reached into the night and the water raced through her fingers. It was black and icy cold. The water was a void fr which one plunged into light. 81owly she wormed her way through the black circle— her breasts, and now her waisfc If only her hips would slip through the porthole! Jenny’s head swooped down toward the water. A thousand echoes thun dered in her ears and her thoughts were splintered to fragments. Her baby would aever know .her—-better that she would die. Peter would nev er love her—better that she should ... With one last tug she pulled herself clear. There wi — •/ like boats tor a split second and then, as the water eddied with the lurching of the Marenia, were stranded limply in a cor ner. Macduff, restless in the ad joining cabin, heard a metallic click during a moment’s lull, 'the crash of a slipper heel ag ainst the partition. * * * Angela found a letter from Lovat waiting for her at Pek ing. My dear Angela (he wrote): Many things have happened since you left and I’m afraid I am going to hurt you a great deal with whalt I have to say. You must have realized for ages that things could not continue the way they have been between ‘us. I had an idea, when you Istarted off on this trip, that the 'situation might right itself, but I’ve fallen in love, and not a passing fancy this time. I shall furnish evidence when you return, if you feel you want to divorce me, Angela, and, of course, I shall make it all as easy as possible. I want you to believe that our love, while rt lasted, was something separ ate, apart and wonderful; that I have never known a woman I admired as much as you. But I’m afraid 1 should continue to hurt you, and things would on ly get worse, as you must real ize. I could not bear your re proachful eyes at Cairo, al though you said so little. Wouldn’t it be better if we went our separate ways? I have already left your home and am living at my club. Jock is with me, but I shall return as soon as you get back. Forgive me, Angela, and I hope we shall al ways be the best of friends. Yours, Lovat P. S.—Would you please gel me a very fine jade bracelet ir China? The Kitten wants one The letter dropped from An gela’s hand and she stared af ter it as it fell. She had feared it all along. Of course, she would let him have his divorce though it would be beastly—all of it! The tears went sliding down Angela’s cheeks. She had not thought that he would slip 1 completely out of her life ae soon as she turned her back. There would be no use oppos ing him now, and why try to hold him when he had already passed from her life? She took out her writing things and sat down to reply to his letter. Darling Lovat: I waited and waited for a let ter, and then when I got to Pe king I learned that there was not anything more to look for ward to. Of course, you shall have your divorce. I shouldn’t dream of standing in your way. Make any arrangements you like and as soon as I get baek I shall talk things over with you. I hope you’re sure you love the girl, Lovat. Fm going out- to look for the bracelet tonight. It will be my wedding gift to your new bride, and I hope you will both be happy. I blame myself for marrying you, ever; but I love you still, and always shall, I’m afraid. Angela Macduff might go with her on her quest. He would have no idea that she was buying a gift for her successor, and he was certainly obtuse enough not to know that she was hurt. An gela changed into her gayest gown, like Jenny with her flow ered frock at Bangkok. At last she went down to the lounge and found Macduff with a whiskey before him. “I’m going on an expedition tonight, Macduff, and I’d like you to come with me.” “Where?” ive Deen commissioned 10 buy a jade bracelet,” she ex plained lightly. “I want to find' the loveliest one in China. We will scour the city until we get it.” . ' “It sounds like a foolish idea to me, but I shall come.” “Good! I can always depend on you.” They dined together, Angela in the highest spirits. Her wit flashed at the tip of her tongue, her laughter rang like the.thin chiming of bells. "You're very brigh+ +'‘"l"fc*” Macduff told her. "Yes. I’ve had home today.” "Oh, that's it!' was lashed. "It miik. uccu ■ cheer'-’' Sh behind her! «B>m> — I ■- ‘ - - they went into the tiqiest and blackest' of all the shops, and a wrinkled old Chinese‘came for ward to ask in a squeaky voice, what they wanted. She ex plained that she wanted a jade 'bracelet, very rare, very choice. , The man studied her with attention; then he closed his shutters and bolted his door. . ‘ V; J I show you something very rare,- raissie”, he said, moving majectically through the small! square; of the shop. He pried at the; drawer a lacquer chest, fwhich sprang open and revealdd an inne#Compartment. Angela fancied she caught a gleam in the whites' of his eyes. His finger* moved mys teriously at the back of the chest,. pressing on secret spring* till he reacoei a long black . case. From its velvet, folds, ‘which seemed to hold the dust and dead odor of centur ies, he drew out a bracelet and suspended it with a clash be-j fore her eyes. “Ah!” she exclaimed, in ad miration. "That’s it!” Macduff was impressed. He took the bracelet in his hand 'and passed it through his fin gers, bluntly, without the car essing' fondness of the Chinese. Five carved Buddhas of dark jade were strung together on an intricate silver .chain. An elo quent bracelet, a bracelet one would remember. She could not have dreamed of a better choice. The merchant named his price. It was absurdly high and twice'the value of the trin-i ket. She did not care. “I want it,” she said to Mac duff, “and I won’t haggle at .all,”, “Are yqu glad to be home ward' bound?” Macduff inquir ed. She did not answer. “Angela, I asked you a ques tion.’’_ _ _ “I know, Macduff. Forgive me, |but I’m wondering wheth er I’m glad or not.” “What happened, Angela? I know that something hit you hard.” “How clever of you!” “I thought you’d be glad to get back, to your husband and home.” "I’m not going back to my husband.” She spoke as calm ly as if she were flickering a speck of dust from her clothes, Macduff looked at her sud denly and dropped his.pipe from his mouth. “You’re not going back to your husband?” he re peated, stupidly. “No. He doesn’t want me back. He wants a divorce.” “And you’re going to give it to him?” His voice rose from its deep rumble to a peak of surprise, "Why not?. You see,, he’s fal len in love with a girl of sev enteen, an