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J2l'AL&
YSTERY
By
Agatha
Christie
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Copyright
by
Public
Ledger
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riif:
story
mi
s
far
TIxpo'b
a
houce
party
on
at
Chlm-iKjrs,
aa
catete
outside
London,
occupied
(or
the
present
on
lease
toy
Sir
Oswald
and
Lady
Coote.
Queeta
are
late
to
breakfast;
oapeclally
Jimmy
Theslger
and
Omy
Wade,
much
to
the
annoy-ace
of
Lady
Coote.
Rupert
Ba.
tartan,
secretary
to
Sir
Oswald.
suggest
an
alarm
clock
-toy
way
of
assuring
that
Wade
in
particular
geU
up
hest
morning
at
a
more
reasonable
hour.
They
plan
to
place
eight
clock
in
VVd's
room
once
be
is
asleep.
Biteman.
known
aj
"Pongo,"
places
the
eleoka.
and
yet
nexk
day
at
noon
Wa4e
ia
atUl
In
bed.
At
12:20
he
la
found
dead
by
a
servant.
Dr.
Cart-wright
declared
death
due
to
an
overdose
of
leaping
powder.
Seven
clocks,
not
eight
are
found
lined
up
In
Wade's
room.
Theslger
and
Ronny
Oevereux
motor
to
Gerry's
home
to
Inform
a
Ister,
Lorsine
Wade,
of
her
brother's
death.
Day
elapse.
Lord
Cater
ham,
owner.
Is
back
at
Chimneys.
Lady
Eileen
Brent,
his
daughter,
known
to
her
friends
and
aocVrty
as
"Bundle,''
finds,
a
letter
written
by
Wade
to
his
sister
clearly
indicating
that
bis
death
was
not
accidental
and
making
reference
to
the
Seven
Dials.
X01V
CONTINUE
TUB
STOKY
INSTALMENT
VI.
The
Man
in
the
Road
"Father."
said
Bundle,
opening!
the
door
of
Lord
Caterham's
spe-
damned
Ingenious
which
.couldn't
hurt
anybody's
feelings
and
which
knocked
the
idea
on
the
head
absolutely."
"Being
comfortable
isn't
enough
for
me,"
said
Bundle.
"I
want
ex
citement."
Lord
Caterham
shuddered.
HI
.IJ.tl
1
A
I.
A
I
Kl
ment
four
years
ago?"
he
demanded
plaintlvely.
.
"I'm
about
ready
for
some
more."
said
Bundle.
"Not
that
I
ex
pect
I
shall
find
any
in
town.
But
at
any
rate
I
snan
t
dislocate
my
jaw
with
yawning."
"In
my
experience."
said
Lord
Caterham,
"people
who
go
about
looking
for
trouble
usually
find
It.'
'He'
yawned.
"All
the
same,"
he
added,
"I
wouldn't
mind
running
up
to
town
myself."
"Well,
come
on,"
said
Bundle
"But,
be
quick,
because
I'm
in
a
hurry."
Lord
Caterham,
who
had
begun
to
rise
from
his
chair,
paused.
"Did
you
say
you
were
In
a
hurry?"
he
asked
suspiciously.
"In
the
devil
of
a
hurry,"
said
Bundle.
'That
settles
it,"
said
Lord
Caterham.
"I'm
not
coming.
To
be
driven
by
.you
in
the
Hisoano
when
you're
in
a
hurry
-no,
it's
not
fair
on
any
elderly
man.
I
shall
stay,
here."
"Please
yourself,"
said
Bundle,
and
withdrew.
Tredwell
took
her
place.
"The
vicar,
my
lord,
is
most
anxious
to
see
you.
some
unfortunate
controversy
having
arisen
about
the
status
of
the
Boys
Brigade.''
Lord
Caterham
groaned
"I
rather
fancied,
my
Lord,
that
I
had
heard
you
mention
at
breakfast
that
you
were
strolling
down
to
the
villaee
this
morning
to
converge
with
the
vicar
on
the
subject."
"Did
you
tell
him
so?"
asked
Lord
Caterham
eagerly.
"I
did,
my
Lord.
He
derjarted.
1
I
may
say
so,
hotfoot.
I
hope
I
did
right,
my
Lcrd?"
"Of
course
you
did.
Tredwell.
You
are
always
right.
You
couldn't
go
wrong
if
you
tried."
Tredwell
smiled
benignly
and
withdrew.
Bundle,
meanwhile,
was
sound
ing
her
Klaxon
Impatiently
before
the
lodge
gates,
wnue
a
sman
cniia
earne
hastening
out
with
all
SDeed
from
the
lodge,
admonisnment
from
her
mother
following
her,
"Make
haste,
Kate.
That
be
Her
Ladyship
in
a
mortal
hurry
as
always."
Always
in
a
Hurry
It
was
indeed
characteristic
of
Dundle
to
he
in
a
hurry,
especially
when
driving
a
car.
She
had
skQl
and
nerve
and
was
a
good
driver;
had
it
been
otherwise
her
reckless
pace
would
have
ended
in
disaster
more
than
once.
.
.
a
blue
sky
and
a
dazzling
sun.
The
She
looked
back
and
frit
a
sickening
sensation.
The
car
had
not
passed
over
the
man,
but
must
have
struck
him
in
passing.
cial
sanctum
and
putting
her
head
in,
"I'm
going
up
to
town
in
the
Hiapano.
I
can't
stand
the
monotony
down
here
any
longer."
"We
only
got
home
yesterday,"
complained
Lord
Caterham
.
"I
know.
It
seems
like
a
hundred
years.
I'd
forgotten
how
dull
the,
country
could
be."
"I
dont
agree
with
you"
said
Lord
Caterham.
"It's
peaceful,
that's
what
it
is
peaceful.
And
extremely
comfortable.
I
appreciate
getting
back
to,
Tredwell
more
than
I
can
tell
you.
That
rril'n
studies
my
Icomfort
"in
the
most
marvelous
manner.
Somebody
came
around
only
this
morning
to
know
If
they
could
hold
a
tafijr
.
for
girl
guides
here-"
"A
rally,"
interrupted
Bundle.
"Hairy
or
tally
it's
all
the
same.
Some
silly
word
meaning
nothing
whatever.
But
it
would
have
put
me
in
a
very
awkward
position-having
to
muse
in
fact,
I
probably
should
not
have
refused:
But
Tredwell
got
-
me
out
'
of
it.
I've
forgotten
what
he
said
something
I
UMiiauatiiiuji
i
'
'
:
wntvff-a
fovu
vrisviihra
iin
i
The
lurious-
impression
it
had
marii.
h
,
o.n.hnf
was
somewhat
.
r
....
...
dimned
In
the
daylight,
yet
it
still
cniA
hat-
o
e
nAi.i'hff
AvriVa
no
tlnn
SfaTta
ended
o
get"
hoW
of
Bill
1
Ev.rsleirh
some
tfme
and
extract
.
?
.
....
1
from
him
fuller
details
of
the
house-party
which
had
ended
so
tragically.
In
the
meantime,
it
was
a
lovely
morning
and
she
felt
particularly
well
an
dthe
Hlspano
was
running
like
a
dream.
Bundle
pressed
her
foot
down
on
the
accelerator
and
the
Hispano
responded
at
once.
Mile
after
mile
vanished,
traffic
stops
were
few
and
far
between
and
Bundle
had
a
clear
stretch
of
road
in
front
of
her.
And
then,
without
any
warning
whatever,
a
man
reeled
out
of
the
hedge
and
on
to
the
road
right
in
front
of
the
car.
To
stop
in
time
was
out
of
the
question.
With
all
her
might
Bundle
wrenched
at
the
steering
wheel
and
swerved
out
to
the
right.
The
car
was
nearly
in
the?
ditch
nearly,
but
not
quite.
It
was
a
dangerous
maneuver,
but
it
succeeded.
Bundle
was
almost
certain
that
she
had
missed
the
man.
She
looked
back
and
felt
a
sickening
sensation
in
the
middle
of
her
anatomy.
The
car
had
not
passed
over
the
man,
but
never'
theless
it
must
have
struck
him
in
passing.
He
was
lying
face
downward
on
the
road,
and
he
lay
ominously
still.
Man
Seemed
Drunk
Bundle
jumped
out
and
ran
baek.
She
had
never
yet
run
over
anything
more
Important
than
a
stray
hen.
The
fact
that
the
accent
was
hardly
her
fault
did
not
weigh
with
her
at
the
minute.
The
man
had
seemed
drunk,
but
drunk
or
not.
she
had
killed
him.
She
was
quite
sure
she
had
killed
him.
Her
heart
beat
slckeningly
in
great
pounding
thumps,
sounding
right
up
iri
her
cars.
She
knelt
down
by
the
prone
fi
gure
and
turned
him
very
gingerly
over.
He
neither
groaned
nor
moaned.
He
was
young,
she
saw,
rather
a
pleasant-faced
young
man.
well-dressed
and
wearing
a
small
toothbrush
Mustache.
There
was
no
external
mark
of
'
'nlury
that
she
could
see,
but
sbi'
was
quite
positive
that
he,
was
eltner
dead
or
dying.
His
eyeu
flickered
-and
the
eyes'
half
open-i
ea.
Piteous
eyes.
Drown
and
fering,
like
a
dog's.
He
seemed
to
be
struggling
to
speak.
Bundle
bent
over.
"Yes,"
she
said.
"Yes?"
There
was
something
ne
wanted
to
say,
she
could
see
that.
Wanted
to
say
badly.
And
she
couldn't
help
him,
couldn't
do,
anything.
At
last
the
words
came,
a
mere
sighing
breath:
...
...
"Seven
Dials
tell
"
"Yes."
said
Bundle
again.
It
was
a
name
he
was
drying
to
get
out
trying
with
an
nis
ianing
strength.
"Yes.
Who
am
I
to
tell?"
"Tdl
Jimmy
Theslger
"
He
got
it
out
at
last,
and
then
suddenly,
his
head
fell
back
and
his
body
went
limp.
Bundle
sat
back
on
her
heels,
shivering
from
head
to
foot.
She
could
never
have
Imagined
that
anything
so
awful
could
nave
nap
pened
to
her.
He
was
dead
and
sne
nad
kiued
him.
To
a
Doctor
She
tried
to
pull
herself
togeth
er.
What
must
she
do
now?
A
doc
tor
that
was
her
first
thought.
It
was
possible
lust
possible
mat
me
man
migm
omy
ne
un
conscious,
not
dead.
Her
instinct
cried
out
aaaJnst
the
DossibiUty
but
she
forced
herself
to
act
upon
it.
Somehow
or
other
she
must
get
him
Into
the
car
and
take
him
to
the
nearest
doctor's.
It
was
a
deserted
stretch
of
country
road
and
there
wo
no
one
toiheiD
her
Bundle;
for
all
her
sllmness,
ww
strong,
sne
had
muscles
of
whip
cord.
.She
brought
the
Hlsjiarlo
s
ctqae
anpsible,
.and
then,
ta
ertlnz
airhetstrength.
she
drae-
wed
and
pulled
the
inanimate
fl
A
:
Tnen
she
lumped
into
the
drlv
-
er's
seat
and
started
off.
A
couple
1
1
sharp
tang
of
the
air
brought
the
gure
into
it.
It
was
a
horrid
busi-blood-to
Bundle's
cheeks
and
fil-ioess.
and
one
that
made
her
set
led
her
with
the
zeet
of
living.
I
ner
teeth,
but
at
last
she
managed
one
iiau
Liiab
liiUiAAuiK
oviiv
uii-
aid
Wade's
unfinished
letter
toi
Loralne
Wade
at
Deane
Priory,
In-
j
IT
una
lGtTf?r
rrHl?
aksu
m
tnuniA
i
of
miles
brought
her
intcua
small
I
town
and
on
Inquiry
she
was
quickly
directed
to
the
doctor's
house.
Dr.
Cassell,
a
kindly,
middle-
aged
man,
was
startled
to
come
into
his
surgery
and
find
a
girl
there
who
was
evidently
on
the
verge
of
collanse.
Bundle
spoke
abruptly.
"I
I
think
I've
killed
a
man.
I
ran
over
him.
I
brought
hinvt
?longJ"
thc.";
?"e
now'
I
I
was
driving
too
fast,
I
sup-
nnea
TMta
a
1
to
Hrlirmi
sr
foet
"
The
doctor
cast
a
practiced
8lac?
over
her.
He
stepped
over
to
shelf
and
poured
something
nto
o
tt-ima
TTa
VrtMfyhT
it
rwror
tr
ha
Drink
this
down,"
he
said,
"and
you'll
feel
better.
You've
had
a
shock."
Bundle
drank
obediently
and
a
tinge
of
color
came
into
her
pallid
face.
The
doctor
nodded
approvingly.
"That's
right.
Now
I
want
you
to
sit
quietly
here.
I'll
go
out
and
attend
to
things.
After
I've
made
sure
there's
nothing
to
be
done
for
the
poor
fellow,
I'll
come
back
and
we'll
talk
it
over."
The
Doctor
Reports
He
was
away
some
time.
Bundle
watched
the
clock
on
the
mantelpiece.
Five
minutes,
ten
minutes.
a
quarter
of
an
hour,
twenty
minutes
would
he
never
come?
Then
the
door
opened
and
Dr.
Cassell
reappeared.
He
looked
differentBundle
noticed
that
at
once
grimmer
and
at
the
same
time
more,
alert.
There
was
something
else
in
his
manner
that
she
did
not
quite
understand,
a
suggestion
of
repressed
excitement.
"Now
then,
young
iaay,"
he
said,
"let's
have
this
out.
You
ran
over
this
man.
you
say.
Tell
me
Just
how
the
accident
happened?"
Bundle
explained
to
the
best
of
her
ability.
The
doctor
followed
her
naratfve
with
keen
attention.
"Just
so:
the
car
didn't
pass
over
his
body?"
"No.
In
fact.
I
thought
I'd
missed
him
altogether."
"He
was
reeling,
you
say?"
"Yes,
I
thought
he
was
drunk."
"And
he
came
from
the
hedge?"
'There
was
a
gate
Just
there.
I
think.
He
must
have
come
through
the
gate.'
The
doctor
nodded,
then
he
leaned
back
In
his
taiair
and
removed
his
pince-nez.
'
"I've
no
doubt
at
all,"he
said,
"that
you're
a
very
reckless
driver,
and
that
you'll
probably
run
over
some
poor
fellow
and
do
for
him
pne-of
these
days
but
you
have
not
done
it
this
time."
"Buwii"
s
'
'
'Ther'
never
touched
him.
The
Heard
ho
Shots
.Bundle
scared,
at
him.
And
very
the
worm,
which
for
the
last
three
quarters
of
an
hour
had
been
upside
down,
shifted
till
it
Utood
once.hiore
the
right
way
up.
it
was
quite
two
minutes
before
Bundle
spoke,
but-when
she
did
it
was
no
-longer
the
panic-stricken
airl
but
the
real
Bundle,
cool.
efficient
and
logical.
How
could
he
be
shot?
.
she
said.a.
iiii.nl
i
-Mil
.rt-
'n
IiidonV
1
know
how
he
ooukj,"
said
the
doctor
dryly.
"Bft
he
-was
lies
got
a
riue
buUet
in
him
all
right.
He
bled
internally,
that'
why
you
dJdnt
notiee
anything.?
,
tiunaie
noaaea.
'The
question
is,'
'the
doctor
continued,
"who
shot
him?
You
.saw
nobody
about?"
Bundle
snook
her
head.
"It's
odd."
said
the
doctor.
"It
it
was
an
accident,
you'd
expect
the
i
enow
wno
aid
it
would
oorae
run
ning
to
the
rescue
unless
Just
possibly
he,
didn't
know
what
he'd
done.
"There
was
no
one
about."
said
Bundle.
"On
the
road,
that
is
U
MTf
CAami
in
ma"
laM
iha
Anj
v
dvvuh
w
asav.
oaiu
hic
uut"
tor.
"that
the
poof'
lad
must
have
been
running
the
bullet
got
him
lust
as
he
passed
through
the
gate
and
be
came
reelinc
onto
the
road
in
consequence.
You
didn't
hear
a
not7"
Bundle
iftook
her
head
"But
I
probably
shouldn't
anyway.'
'she
said,
"with
the
noise
of
the
car."
jusi
so.
ue
cuani
say
any-
uung
oeiore
se
aira?
"He
muttered
a
'few
words."
"Nothings
to
throw
light
on
th
irageay?
"No.
He
wanted
something
I
don't
know
what
told
to
a
friend
of
his.
Oh!
Yes.
and
he
mentioned
seven
Dials."
"H'm."
said
Doctor
Csaaell
"Not
a
likely
neighborhood
for
one
of
ihls
class
Perhaps
his
assailant
came
from
there.
Well,
we
needn't
Embarassing
Moments
Vflifn
riiw&M
Attfcfi
m'0
'
l
f-w--
AMUTfLV
m
amnion
Lightning
accutv
'"-
'
twM
"WW
mr4
fin's0
slum
settlement
has
even
worse!
!
worry
about
that
now.
You
can
j
leave
It
in
my
hands.
111.
notify!
the
police.
You
must,
of
course.
leave
your
name
and
auaress,
as
the
police
are
sure
to
want
to
question
you.
In
fact,
perhaps
vnn'd
better
come
round
to
the
police
station
with
me
now.
They;
might
Say
I
cugm
to
nave
ue-tained
yo'.!."
(To
Be
Continued
Tomorrow)
SLUMLAND
IN
LONDON
Canadian
Press
Staff
Correspondent
Tells
of
Conditions
in
England
DIFFICULT
PROBLEM
Labor
Government
Will
Have
to
Deal
With
Congestion
in
World
Metropolis
LONDON,
Jan.
6:
(By
George
Hambleton.
Canadian
Press
Staff
Correspondent
Two
million
children
said
to
be
living
in
Slum-land;
a
million
and
j
quarter
houses
buljt
in
England
and
Wales
since
the
war;
yet
still
a
million
houses
below
a
satisfactory
standard,
still
two
million
houses
overcrowded
Housing
and
town-
planning
schemes
innumerable.
The
London
County
Council
aloni
with
and
without
state
assistancehas
built
45,000
dwellings.
It
"is
one
of
the
world's
greatest
landlords.
Its
dwellings
house
189.-000
people,
a
pooulation
greater
man
an
mat
mat
or
or
Ottawa
wiLawa.
NEW
ALICE
IN
mm
ffl
Yet
Lhe
LCC.
has
alwrtvi
a
ioriffT?
C0UiO
lurn
mi
P,cl?.re?!
r
-
:
1
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
waiting
list
of
applicants.
Within
the
last
12
months,
it
has
received
1C0.000
new
inquiries
for
accomodation.
And
Slumland
remains.
These
are
the
hard
facts
of
a
DTOblem
which
knocks
at
the
door
of
the
Labor
Government
for
solution.
Slumland
present?
congestion
in
its
worst
and
most
demoralizing
form.
The
over-crowded
house
in
the
mean
street
is
a
oroblem
second
only
to
the
problem
of
a
million
unemployed.
Nor
is
Slumland
confined
to
london
of
wealth
and
poverty.
It
eats
like
some
cancerous
growth
'nto
the
heart
of
the
great
industrial
districts.
.
Quaint
old
elites
nd
towns
have
their
overcrowded
areas
within
a
short
stone's
throw
of
those
mediaeval
byways
which
so
delight
the
Canadian
-tourist.
But
let
us
cross
the
Thames
from
the
City
of
great
banks
to
me
soutnwark
or
slums,
it
is
a
'Wlft
transition.
Crowds
of
chll-
1ren
in
the
streets.
Overcrowded.
miserable
places
of
wretchedness.
Hsre,
a
woman
slaves
from
morn-
rig
till
night.
plcMnc
every
old
oennv
she
can
at
an
everlasting
vatbtUD
yet
still
managing
by
-ome
'miracle
of
industry
.to
keep
Uie
few
"sticks"
.together,
stUl
managing
to
maintain
the
little
home.
There,
dirt
and
untidiness,
'ttbmerged,
shiftless,
careless
U&k
under
the
weight
of
their
en-Ifanment.
Ill
Southward
the
Salvation
Army
has
a
slum
settlement.
Here
a
letter
which
the
officer
In
"barge
received
a
few
days
ago.
n
viU-soelt
words
it
ells
in
its
wti
pathetic
way
of
the
grinding
"I
am
writing
a
few
lines
ask-ng
if
vou
could
find
better
accomodation
as
there
is
10
of
us
ivlng
and
sleeping
in
two
rooms.
"
have
eight
children,
two
boys
ind
six
girls.
As
thev
are
arowinc
ip,
it
is
a
way
to
find
proper
ac-
wpooauon
lor
mem.
i
nave
been
mhg
for
some
time
to
get
a
wage.
I
have
written
to
the
Coun-
fl
'The
London
County
Council)
'Cf
get
my
name
down
bat
they
ion
t
know
when
I
shall
hear
anv
mre.
So
I
am
asking
if
you
could
help
me.
fThe
ages
of
the
children
are
S.17.
la,
13.
10,
8,
i.
2."
mhl
children,
three
of
tham
of
5
and
over,
a
mother
and
father
M
living,
eating,
sfpd
sleeping
In
the
officer
in
'charase
nf
the
tea
.to
tell.
She
dserlbes
art-
.
-nome-
in
seuuiwirK
a
nd.
wife
and
three
children
ik
ui
vwo
iurnuntn
rooms,
an
all
they
could
both
go
into
a
ma-room
or
quite
ordinary
inev
nav
nt
(S4.37i
rnt
a
week.
"There
was
a
little
baby
ytne
in
a
push
chair.
It
had
nothing
1
else
to
sleep
on
day.
or
I
(r6.
Dt-fiPZ-V
ItStf)
TH&
bAbt
-
-
w
"
tH6
M0t)BS.
&.
VWAjAfePS
0(s
A
New
Alice
in
Wonderland
by
Willy
Pogany
Every
artist
has
a
favorite)
u,v.i
we
;
to
decorate
In
exactly
his
own
way.
Willy
Pogany
has
made
an
"Alice
in
Wonderland"
that
is
the
preMl?n
,
J
utnls
wrgepusly
him.
Alice
herself
It
modern,
even
to
i
DoDOednair,
and
most
ojuie
otner
cnaraciers
nave
Dean
wnen
out
i
of
their
traditional
costumes,
Nothing
like
this
has
ever
been
Jnnn
VAnMt
nA
MMUj-ular
kni
tl.'allt
:
.:,t
t
z
:
-
11
arc
r
ru
nnii
annnmnanvirur
mar
old
nvoriie
"f-atner
wuiani.
110
cnnu
uuKiii
ij
lk
aiuiwcu
w
1
mias
mis
dook,
ior
rogany
naj
done
a
most
exquisite
set
of
draw
-
;
ings
for
Lewis
Carroll's
master
iiecc.
The
book
is
published
by
E
P.
Dutton
Si
Co.,
New
York.
CHRISTOPHER
ROBIN
STORY
BOOK
LATEST
Rhyme.
About,
the
Teddv
Hear
Wba
TrerTubbv
For
Lack
of
Exercise
Among
the
new
stories
pubushec
U.JifJW.toJi:.
P
Dutton
&
Co
o
New
"art
Is
The
Cbristonhe
Robin
Story
Book"
by
A.
A.
Mlliv
beautifully
decorated
by
E
H
Shepand
It
contains
a
number
o
the
best
stories
by
this
well
knowr
author
and
is
particularly
we)
waited
for
a
Christmas
gift
fo
children,
It
k
written
in
a
rollick
Ing
huaorous
way
and
has
?
nuBroer
'f
Rhymes
that
help
tc
hrJttt
'IT
The
StocieS
are
mostly
about
r.
boy
called
Christopher
Robin,
r
hoy
between
four
and
eight
vearr
pf
age
There's
a
rhyme
in
the
boo)
about
a
teddy
bear
that
m!rh
have
been
written
about
older
peoDle.
poaslblv
some
of
tbos.-tolks
on
the
shady
aide
of
forty
The
first
verse
runs
like
this:
"A
bear,
however
bard
he
tries,
Orows
tubby
without
exercise.
Our
Teddy
Bear
is
short
and
fat
Which
is
not
to
be
wondered
at.
He
gets
what
exercise
he
can
By
falling
off
the
ottoman.
But
generally
seems
to
lack
The
energy
to
clamber
back
;tow
tubbmess
is
lust
the
thin
-Which
gets
a
fellow
wondering.
And
Teddv
worries
lots
sbout
The
fact
that
he
is
rather
stout
night.
My
first
tnought
wax
that
n
woura
get
curvature
of
the
spine
I
got
a
folding
eot
for
it
At
first
the
landlady
obteeled
The
bedroom
was
so
small
that
wlJJi
one
bed
and
a
cot
already
lr
Hf
mtte
was
seareetor
room'
to
turn
WWSd
But
in
the
end
the
landlady
"WSFTlted.
The
lighting
war;
so
bad
the
poor
woman
had
to
keep
an
ofl
Ifriap
burning
all
day
or
she
wild
aot
have
been
able
to
see.
She
did
all
her
cooking
on
an
oil
:tove."
Daljjr
News
"classified
adver-I
tally
News
classified
columns.
.
'II
4Alf
'
4TfC
iaV00jAC?l
OP
TUB
tX.V&OH.HIHQ-s
our
WBSq
,
n.-eavCE-SggSMBngsM
WONDERLAND
't
a-li.
1
Jt
Win
Officer
Fired
As
Prisoner
Made
Getawa
Jack
Irwin
was
charged
it,
J
ponce
court
inis
momm
Magistrate
Mcuiymom
wm
,ancy.
the
case
being
adj.u,
el(jnt
days
iwin
o;a
takn
ntn
m,.
Saturday
night
by
Constub,
the
rtrppt
ti
the
station
n
made
a
bolt
for
freedom
nr.ir
comer
of
Third
Avenue
street.
The
officer
fired
a
i
his
pistol
with
a
view
to
h
i!
man.
bu
Irwin
kept
on
k
11
It..
i.
Jlt
1
I-
rmMJ
i
ri
corporal
Barter,
wno
alfo
h
M1
.
.
tr
ua
naafittr
tnnir
a
a
m
j
lor
the
railway
tracks
ai
tii'
,ri
lor.
waikuir
along
uif
11.
ik
t
warn
town,
uaroer
inieic
i
1
win
and
again
placed
htm
tody.
This
time
the
prison
ed
himself
to
be
taken
(
i
jail.
Mrs.
Joseph
Greer
Honored
by
Girt
Receives
Presentation
as
ftrcnrnl
lion
oi
tier
bliorts
as
C.U.I.T.
Leader
Members
of
the
Silver
Oroup,
Canadian
Girls
m
I;
n
First
Presbyterian
dim
d
at
(ho
home
of
their
u-uuf-.-loseph
Oreer
Fourth
Avei.n-n
Friday
evening
and.
u
1
their
appreciation
fm
:
-rship.
presented
her
witl.
me
volume
of
the
bodk
!
f
fit.
Siephen's.''
hv
the
t;
'
.
f
which
there
wa
a
su
crlption.
The
present
:
aade
by
Miss
Adelia
Ttvuoi
During
the
eveninR
refrrv
If
?ere
served
and
musir
e?i"
French
Talkie
to
Be
Tried
In
Quebec
Famous
Players
Exoeriiurnt
hi
neunecd
by
Head,
Adolphc
Zukor
MONTREAL,
Jan
6
-Quebf
('
be
the
testing
ground
for
u
f
language
talkie,
Adolphe
1
head
of
the
Famous
Players
st
oany.
announced
in
the
con.
'
an
interview
here
recent).
It
iukor
anticipated
for
it
a,
which
will
lead
to
the
pr
of
talkies
in
other
languor
'
ish
pictures
being
tried
ou'
:
co
and
South
America
Hollywood.
Mr.
Zukor
sa.
become
even
more
tin
eer.i
i
ecture
Industry
throuRii
t
iv
e
admitted
that
talkies
r.r:
make
foreign
lands
more
r
produce
their
own
films
stated
that
no
organtsatini1
v
eloped
anywhere
thai
r
pete
with
that
of
Hollywo
enormously
technical
ma"
i
making
talkies,
and
he
po:i
:
i-Jl
that
one
able
technical
m
'
.Mt
produce
taikies
In
any
M
simply
by
changing
the
cast
playwright.
"All
charming
oeoDle
I
f
x
spoiled.
It
is
the
secret
of
tn
:r-
raeuon."
Oscar
Wllde.