Charles E W Bean, Diaries, AWM38 3DRL 606/270 PART 1/1 - 1918 - 1939 - Part 2

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she had alternately pitied and respected for long was now lolling, yes, actually lolling, doin¬ nothing, emoking fat cigarets of the kind that help meditation, and looking—Sophia was looking¬ Ettarre hunted for a word to describe the amasina change-a-blossoming! Yes, that was it. Sophia had blossomed! *Is it my hair or my dress that so eurprises you. Ettarre?" A strain of mockery in her voico, in the quick lift of her cyebrowa. *You’re looking very well. Where did you get it? I liko the wave, too. It suite you. Madame Rosina herself couldn't have waved it better “Rosina did wave it." * My dear Sophia!" " My dear Ettarre! "She'o-ahe'e so expensive!" "You went to her yourself, once dornah OULD it be pomible th his was laughin S atarrs wus rauiguad io be scolded; one must make allo ances for any one who led such a hard, skimping life. 1 thing. But to be lau that was a different matter! An by Sophia, in a rest gown, and ob¬ viouely a model gowa at that, 1 French creation. And doing poni¬ tively nothing at all, and with tha extravagant fire. Feebly Ettarre let drop the rest of her bewildered nd merdhy remadted ramentun It's not amoking a on the ! badly as usual, is it? Sophia replied indifferently No; I wus in zhe mood sor a gooc se, so I flung on a lot of petrol That," mid Ettarre censorious- ly. “is an extremely reckles Jul, and dangerous thins The woman who hitherto had only bee da aaseeiven aused "careful, hard. maible? an¬ plied to her, pussed her cigaret in ent sontentunent. " It'e not natural, from you." continued the angel of accuration standing in front of the happy. nning housowise. "My dear! How do you know what* natural from me a indwhat im't? You never have knowa! " Sophia slewed ber bead around for an amused ecrutiny of her visitor. “ You acem changed youreels, is I may my lenrietta. Learning how to bo a poor man's *Her gase flickered down to Ettarre's feet. "she added tolerantly And rather overdoins The remark was justified. It was as though a and Ettarre had, by some witch work, chang places. Ettarre, the gay, the extravagant, the e pensive, had ceased to be. 8he had given up car, and her walking shoes were thick soled cari tures of the normal person's walking ahoe; her stockings were woven silk and wool, mostly wool; wool sor Ettarre, for whom the punset ailk ha¬ dly fine and delicate enou h Ineredible Ner eds had a perleei anong ch three ye noe and eo go, and in their rect sotting party, but they looked a little fooliah ry house and battered in Lond Ettarre could obviously not have rid berself, dur ing the last three wecks of her engagement, of al ber brilliant and well cut plumage, so that th drastie change in her attire was a abser theatrical pose which deserved exposure. She flushed now and said quickly, and not with¬ out dignity: “I wus trying to fit myseli to being a sood wife to Ambrose, and I don't believo i doing things by halves. It would be quite abeurd sor me to go on with my hair waving and fao¬ massage when l'm going to live on—on six hundred a year. At least, I was? And yesterday I trampe¬ for houre looking for a suitable studio in a fashionable neighborhood for love's sake." H brown eyes were sparkling on the verge of teara. DUT Sophia mised the warning in every " was heavily stressed. Do Sit doun, then, and have a cocktail, and make yourself comfortable. Juy a mchal hought Ambrose was a poet! "A cocktail! Really, Sophia ! l'll have a cup ot tea, if you have such a simple thing in the nowadaya. It does't look like it, I must aa these flowers! And if you'd lived in the worie more, the worid of creation, I mean, you'd know that poets do live in studios, as well as artis They must have spaco for their ideas" “and to tramp about—horisons, you know." Sophia grinned mischievoualy, with a flash of her splendid white teeth. “All right, my dear. Don' get excited. He shall have his horisons, for all carc. After all, his verse is excellent. I think re very 1 "Do you?" in a sudden, vindictive spurt. Th atmosphere around Ettarre seomed to be tremblins and glittering, a-prick with bright stabe and needles rere clenched in their fat woolen gloves Well, thank you very much for al your congratulations, Sophia. And, as it happena you can take them back. That’e what I came te tell you today. Ambrose is the most celfiah man in the world. He doesn't realise all that l've sacri¬ ficed sor him. I made my worid into a bonfire r him—the flames that sed his w "If he'd called me Europa ' a little less and con¬ siderod me a little more! It im't as thoush I we a pretty toy. I was prepared to inspire him. I t¬ him of one or two little things that I considen wrong and ineffective in his great work, Dano And he, great white bull of a man-yes, exacth like a bull. charging and bellowing. I can tell you sympathise, if yon Sophia, and I did think you'd con think of anything but yours elf, and most peo ple can't, but I did expoct it of 1 Ambrose. you l've had enouxh! l'm ehe most unhapy loneliest soul that ever thought ahe had fe paradise with—with a serpent!" concluded Ett getting her Eden menagerio into a certain aquirm¬ ing consusion. Then ebe burst into tears and said: ." Yes, Tv ny engagement. I shall never just broken off n marry again nonl Sophia remained silent. She had been sitting till now, wrapped closely in a fog of gold whic an unhoped for wind had swirled in her direction Ettarre was going to be married; her dead broth¬ er's fortune would revert to ber. She had nove besore had as much moncy as ahe wanted. S certain had she been that riches had belatedl fallen on her in a sudden glory that ahe had not ly waited sor Ettarre's wedding day before be¬ ginning her royal apendinga. Sophia Marrow, though no one suspected ber o it, was a romantic. Secretly, abo had always been Chicago Sunday Tribune His mood reflected the rising bubbles. mistress of two casties in Spain. One of them wa wbere the weathers hot and brilliant and lasy, and a hunting box in the shires, the other a villa in th run it for fellows like myseli, without any worr south. Before Sophia Patterson had rather unfortu¬ or coet to them. aursing dome, aitberr vun any as uo could stuff in. That nately married Lestte Marrow and was compelled thoir ovn place. ever afterwards to restrict her nineteen year old would be worth doing—there are dosens of us, you impetuosity into the limits of a small house know, still left over. Kensington, one maid, one month's holid And she was going to call it— no, not the rery year-in fact, when Sophia had still been entional “ Beau Rivage," or " Miramare. Mon Repos," but, fantastically, “ Roland's House. Miss Patterson of Ridgeway Manor ahe and her brother George were accustomod to hunt every sea¬ son and to ride all the year round. She had DUT of all ber disappointment, of ber wild, aun loved riding more than anything elso in the worid i impatienoe that anything eo brittle, so fli Di as Ettarre sbould have power to make Tben had followed the stubbora conflict of twen ty-nine year. And now ahe was forty-cight, and break these schemes, Sephia showed nothing. Onl ahe was going to be rich, so ahe had taken a hunt¬ her lips aet into bitter ines and her eyes amoldered ing box in Rutlandahire for the approaching aea¬ ad there was an odd mep in her voice as ahe said: The trappings of poverty really didn't suit son and exultantly had gone to the very best Henrietta. You'd better go homo and order y in London to be mensured for her habit. sound of a distant horn pealed through her dreams self a trousseau to cel lebrate the fact that youre getting married." and blended with the elated musio of hounds in The engagemont's off," said Sophia later on to full ery. son Ne If only Roland had still been alive to ahare it with ber! Roland, who had alwaya counted for Nhoal Not Yes, your Aunt Henrietta's She came over so much more than Neville! And, thinking o Roland, abe remembered her other ruined castle to me this afternoon, looking like a fool. in Spain. and told me her young man didn't really O, it wam't fair, it wam't fair that Ettarres undernand der mere caprice, owaying this way and that, should Neville's face was dark with premonition ing eo much along in its wake! That villa in the of his own fate. “So that make a difference with Bobbi ith—true, the negotiations had not yet been closed in Sophia'e favor; ahe could give it up; ab His mother wisely mid no more. She would have to give it up, now that Ettarre had knew well enough that it would make a given up Ambrose Knight. It was not sor hers difference with Bobbie. ne villa; she preferred more bracing, more vigor * And that's that!" said Bobbie when yot it was to satiasy her own longings, an Neville told her the newa e could not even the clamor of a meet on a soft gray m not going to preten No, 1 didn't suppose you woui morning. Her most passionate resentment had been tha She lifted slender cyebrows artificially Roland might be forgotten. She wiched to keer this son of hers alive and immortal, and no smal os wooden cross on his grave would suffico for that no photographe hung in her bedroom; no pathetie And then Neville said a queer thing for lines in the papers once :“In loving anc a moder young man who rarely went be¬ ever living memory of Rol ohn Marrow of yond tbe clipped specch of his contempo¬ Royal Field artillery, the beloved elder son of 1 raries: " Youre too belovec Mra. Marrow, who died February 17th, 1915 d for me to any illusions about yc omething she needed, more vital, more urgen for the love of ul andalmed than that. Roland had not died of wounds; his Bobbie uncomfortably. Though a shallow lungs had been affected by exposure on active pated, greody little ruffian, abe did not like service, and be had died quite slowly in West it to be assumed beforchand that abo was Kensington, aching for hot sunshine in his bones "I I had the cash, mater, 11l tell you what l'd like incomes less than two thousand a yoar. indeed all of these things to all men with to do: buy a house down in the south somewhere, Bobbie telephoned to her brother Dan. Dan went to meet Dorothy Greenwood at Waterloo. She had been away for the TABLE of CONTENTS: weck-end, and, because big crowd tions at night time made ber feel¬ ROULETTE.. .....Pa desolate, ahe had suxgested that he might piquant portroit of a poetic romance G. B. Sten meet her train. It was perhaps significant axain of nothing at all. of much, or yet MY FIGHT WITH that, th nough Harry Blair was her flancé, ab RICHTHOFEN .....Page had asked Dan Seymour to meet ber. Sh 4. Roy Brown tells of his dromatic aerial explained this casually, wherever it migl ronquest of the Red Knight. nation, by eaying that Dan ha chnique with lugunge and taxis PERISHABLE GOODS ......Page 5 Taking her suitcase, he strode along with u kidnaper oesesses ihe fair coptwe Van terial by Do hor benide the file of taxis waiting. somno¬ lent, one behind another, and stretching. as TEMPTING MENUS ........Page ( it acemed, beyond the gates of Waterloo By Jane Eddington. o eternity... You must take the front one, airi" ASHIONS....Page "Blast!“ said Dan, but in hich gooc for Our Lighter Hours'—By den. humor, so that Dorothy asked what had ened to please him eo mightil THE LESSON.. ...Page ttarre's bust hor engagemen k. A story from real life. shouted above the roar and clank sur¬ rounding them. “ Splendid luck sor No¬ Next Weck: ville, isn't it? Of course my little beast Something Just as Good of a sister has chucked him. He's a hun¬ romantie tole of life behind the kl dred times too good to be eaten alive. lights in Hollywood By Fronk R. Adot Good old Neville! It hurts him tonight but hell sing tomorrow!* And he swuns auntie-chum while there's a hope of one day inher¬ iting sour thousand a year. Hari ry was bom to be a beir, but never a missing heir. Silently Dan agreed with her. Ho could not bear the handaome young opportunist whom Dorothy Greenwood had promised to marry some day. But how strange and freakish was love in the twen¬ tieth century! How well Neville knew Bobbie, anc still he loved her; and how w Dorothy knew Harry, and still ahe loved him! Where are th mows of yesterycar? ** Dan quoted in a low voico. tahe heard hir What mows? * The white snows of illusion, my dear, that ough to be draping your horo in a suit of spotless purity. Dorothy laughed. “ Thie looke as though it migh be the last taxi." he suxgested, " only it'a turned the wrong way round. They were told that they had come too far and must walk back and take the front taxi. It wae tho VE just heard the newe from Dorothy," from Harry, later, to Ettarre, who was so young il ber ways that ahe was much more a frien¬ than an aunt. “ Ettarre, darling, I think you're per seotly right to break it off. Your intuitions are sim ply too marveloua. You'd never have been with Knight. Any one elee, yes; but not you. inflection implied a whole host of sonsitive mysteri¬ hidden away by Ettarre fn an undiscernit The littie ivory ball had rolled twice round the circle. Ettarre, on the tele- phone, a weck after¬ wards, babbling ay ber ha to sister - in Sophia: dear, I simply had to forgiv him, and were going to be million time more to eacl other than w were be¬ I1 you could have see him last ni Like as ahining. bilver haired Zeus Yes, thats what I call him. no. Not juice. Zeus. You know, Jupi- ter! . . . Honostly, Sophia, sometimes I wonder if you have read anything at all. Of course R. I know you haven't much time, but still—consider your own sister-in-law has been an inspiratios r one of the greatest poema. . .. Ask Neville to tell you. He'd have learnt about it in his Latir class. Zeus was the bull, you sec. It'a all ver, complicated, and some na ow minded people can see that there's a beautiful lesson in it al her suitease with so much energy that it erashed * Not that I ahall have time now for mytholoxy into the shins of a porter just in front of them. becaues Anbe rose and I simply can't bear to be Only when Dan had finished what he termed a apart from each other much longer, and the weddina blufi and manly apology did he notice by the wan is to be quite a atream of light from the lomp post that Dorothy .. You must teach me h¬ too heavy for darling to make p lips were quivering. " O, my dear. I am a bu I forgot how you feit about this ahow. ause of course he's a poet. I could » brose, beca I want a taxi," whispered Dorothy, longing sor love a man who wasn’t a poet. . O. yes George. I know. Sophia, darling, im't it rather ranem and chacunty tuctlems of you to remind me of George just when Can't take this one, sir. Must take the front Ambrose and 1 . . . No, no, no. I know you " It is the front one! " Dan argued, trying to byp didn't mean it. notise the driver. " Ambrose says l've the loveliest ears, like lotuse¬ "It must be. We've walked nara al a mil listoning on a pool of clear stillnem. . .. Honestiy Plenty more abead, air. I can't take you. It' Sophia, sometimes you say things that make me intthe rule wonder is you're jealous of mo-with Ambrose, I Whose rule mean. Men don't like sardonie women. . . . Al The man stared. " Cot to take the front one, right, all right, darling, of courme l'm not angry Poor Ambrose told me he had really suffered dur¬ They trudged wearily onward. Then Dorothy ng this last weck of our quarrel. It's terrible to burst out: " This means that Harry won't take the ce a big man suffer—worse, somchow, the y are. I wonder why, Sophia, don't you! Well, darling, I had to tell you. I'm sure your n’t he agreed already?" O, hell alide out of it. Very swiftly and grace¬ glad sor my aake; and for your own. Ian't it funny fully. 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love gives one that quality of spiritual courage. Well, good-by, Sophia." Sophia Marrow, her deepeet eyes darkly glowins went atraight to the writing table and drew from the drawer tho contract with the house agent at Nice, with whom she had been negotiating. ious to Ettarre's recently broken and stili » cently mended engagement. In firm, alu hilarious letters, ahe signed the contract pledging herself to buy the large villa at Cap! at, on t a bruno Riviera, for the state price of 120,0 Roland'e House murmured, as ahe put the contract into an envolope, stamped and ad¬ dressed it. and went out herself to send it od enfely by registered post. It was raining in West Kensington-but for her lue-yet at the the aky was deep Mediterran mame time she felt a wet brecse in ber face under her the swinging gallop of a hore ovar wide fields. Sbe thanked her stai ad not born able to sublot hor winter ox during the last dreadful weck of I broken engagement. The gray fog was goldo again. She rans up Noville to tell him the good newa. TEVILLE, beadlong as his mother, and dire¬ fully primitive in his methode of conquering the beart of an infant Salome, promptly bought a tot cuoaler on a prumi certain payment within next six wecks, and dre around in it to surprise Bot bie and take her to lunch Within ten minutes of thei meeting ho had proposed te her all over again, ahe had accepted him, and he at once made her a prèsent of the car, maying in lordty fashion that ho would buy another himself. Thereaster r lunch together was an Uhte besl pntet Dan for the ninetieth ti when spenking of his ai to Dorothy. “ Grabbing lit¬ tie beast ! She doem't even bother to pretend. Snaja him off, hauls him back, and then has the check to tell me about it, as though I p ue ounite to de poies de de lost his friend to hie sister and he felt very core over the whole affair. For the boy Neville roused his pro- detrn maien Ampalunes youna lod but decent! " And Bobbie would drink Noville's vital¬ e prophetically echord the dismal chime of the dio¬ ded goblet as ahe flung il m. He vented so bis vont und ebaer Youw o pooan, abont inin re ml Kenyn und at Dorothy did not answer, 1Dan persisted, perveme¬ knowing that he war imel hateful to * Blair won't be half as pleaerd ns you are afraid. Disposemion d suit his temperament. Ho rather remain Ettarre's best carpet boy. Its a bit mad¬ dening, how Ettarre ahifta and twitches us all about. When father says turn, we all tum *Yes. She manages to get all the fun of a terrifio mental ramp round and pays none of th¬ * Where is aho, by the way? " for they were talk¬ e a *Yes che's with Ambross. Thoy're going to be d awfully soon, you know. But here's Bary. •O, Codl l’m of.“ Dan, looking more thar usually broad shouldered and pusnacious, marched out of the room. made a grufi sound at Harry Blair as he pansed him in the hall, and erashed the door heavily behind him. Harry entered the room, humming the march. Ho smiled sunnily at Dorothy.“ the bride? l'vo just been lunching with the brido¬ groom. Amusing fellow, Knight! "Your Uncle Ambroso." Dorothy corrected hin with a faint amile; but somchow or othor his atti¬ tude made her uncasy. He was too cerene li he had growled at bis hurd luck at thus sor tho ercond time being thwarted of his future riches, be had broken out auainet the prospect of Kenys and a tough lise sar away from the civilisation o the London he loved no well, if his manliness hac frankly owned to a distaste sor manlines in the conventional sense of the word, that would have been Harry's natural self speaking. Dorothy was unensy. Sho was glad when Ettarre came in. But her instinet of foreboding atill per¬ aisted, and she listened with impatience whil¬ Ettarre prattled aweetly and self-consciously o womanhood's responsibility towarde fiiteen stone of ahrer genius, prone but imploring. “l’ve had enough!" said Dorothy, auddeply rising. And ahe set doun her teacup with a mitlo so that it spilt into the anuon The remark, on the surface, mixht have appliod to the tea; but Harry and Ettarre both raised their cyebrows at her tone. Hardly waitins for her exit, Ettarre eaid: Doro aue deee dunn thy has all the grand qua Yes, almost as wiso as Ambrose ie fooliale A mmall splutter of surprise from Ettarre. She was not used to anything but flattory from hei avorite courtier. " Ettarre, darling, do you roally suppose ih ire the sort of flower who will flouriah in po " Rather effectively ho dropped his ligh thé most realistie pieture of her daily lifo as it would inovitably be in the suture, com¬ paring it with the ease and silken daintinoss ot it past and present. And he succeeded quito cleverl in drauging in the smell of cauliflower cooking und drow a film of grime over the walle of a dingy home with Ambrose. Romance ahriveled and wilted while he talked. "You make it all sound so sordid," ahe falteres more than half convincod. " After all, Harry, onc must have courage. I osten think that courago is like a blasing banner againet a gray eky." Harry leaned forward and took both her hands. My der? be apred, very aerioualy, " you dave enso courage, and it will be the last thing t You necdn't tell me that. Romance and and vitality, leisure beautiful ideale, youth. how in God'e name help oth the por 1 do " eflected Harry—" all these thinge die uo ant ua pony u mane, le du aa giante, are left facing ench oth * Life," maid Harry, “ i like that! A long pause, and then: “ Poverty," mid Harry. wine that fight." tared at him, her browa cyes round with What am I to do * My dear, ean I tell you?" "I can't let down Ambrose. He says l'm at the very source of creation, for him. What ahould I feel like if he never wrote again! " He had written before he met you, hadn't be? * Nothing worth while." "*Europa?" * He knew me already from the distance. I wae Bunve Harry told her, quite clearly and convincingi with every cort of proos and leaving no room se hat the original of" Europa" was a certain Hamilton-Blakeney, a emall part actroes And naasty at the Popularity thoater.. everybody knoma it!" he added kindlily. PHE little ivory roulette ball was not left to res in the socket where it had tumbled after i third hectie voyage on the spinning boar Onco again. and immediately, it was sent rocketing and dancing for the sourth time round the cirole. farrow heard that Ettarre had Directly Soph finally and irrev ly broken of her engagen with Ambrose Knight, ahe dared not pause to su atastrophe in dotail, but threw the nowac eville, who told Bobbie, who finally and im vocably dismissed him with her characteristie, “ And a "And that's that ! " said her brother Dan to Dor * And what about you! othy. His tone imp nd ubat abont na " It'e Kenya all the mame, or eles A wild hope that after all. in the end, he might possess her blew upon Dan like a wind off the aes They looked at each other . . . as mi ners miahi. look, silently racing for the came barb And then after dinner Dorothy went straight to Harry in his rooms. He was rearranging his etch ings and humming, as was his habit, but not the wedding marel mgles und aberphonia as l uo un Nor flelde where the cotton picker reapo, Toun is the only ploce to go on the looco, And you enn have Konya jor koops! April 22, 1928 *Ettarre imn't going to marry Ambros!" He took her in his arma. 8he was unresponsive " Darling, I know. I understudied Providence; was the showman; I was the voice of the serpe And the funny part of it was that I had nothing te do but tell her the absolute truth! It was almos dimappointing that the situation lest me so little nec¬ for invention. You know how I pride myseli on the exquisite finiah of my lies! Swestheart, don't lool at me, your cyes somber with reproach, and all th¬ sort of thing. No more Kenya for us l— All nis long he rode by tho trackless river without so mu as drawing rein. . . . Not my style, you know Without even a quiter or a shudder she contemplated marrying Ambrose Knight. And I cant bear swelterns. Your pal, De mour, he's a born sweltere, But as for mo: 'Aun Ettarre's Heir, or The Man Who Nover Mad Good!' featuring Henry 3lair and Dorothy Green wood. The setting wili be entirely in the most uupenan para al Londe¬ " How well you talk," ad Dorothy; and repeated with most delicate precaion: “Aunt Ettarres Heir, or The Three Broken Engagemente!'. .. *O?" from Harry, “ ad who are the other two mnes "Didn't I tell you? Bobbie Seymour has chucked Neville Marrow again. ... SOMETHING Koty was Irich; Aileen JUST AS wus Viennese. As the camerus clicked Ailee C00D did the light comed cequences and the lov ecenes. All Katy hod ! Frank R. Adams do wos dive from 100-foot cliff and swim the roch-strewn channe ogoinet the tide. They NEXT were alike in face and sioure—that's why Kat, got to double for the SUNDAI famona stor of the flickering reels. Bu when she essoyed ih vole in veal life, thot was something not at Toward midnight Harry and Ettarre were enjoy upper at the latest and most suocesful dance The Shoe Horn." People said: " What pa they are! Not in the least like aunt and nephew! * You dance quite too marvelously, Ettarre. W. must do this more often.“ He raised his champagne glass. His mood reflected the riaing bubbies. * Here's luck at him. “ Luck!" che echoed She smiled b * Harry, it's a most dreadful And, impulsive confemion, but may I be human and natural, ju because you undorstand me so well? . . . Harr I can't help foeling as though I had just come into a lot of moncy; ae thouxh l'd actually twice lost a rexnined it. And now l'm rich again. In so the hot sparkle of dia¬ waya," ahe mused, admiris monde crusting her costly little abocs, " in som¬ ways it's been a wonderful June. . . A wonderful June for a lady of forty-nine! 66TELL, Sophia, darling, you aent sor 1 W and here 1 am." Ettarro reflected oo ssionately that poor Sophia reall looked terribly haggard. It did not ocour t however, that aho might be in any way respe for this. Today Ettarre was not wearing out of dat¬ twerde, elumsy brogues, and a sensiblo hat for he¬ visit to her sister-in-law. Her new cardigan suit that brief and incon ale balen, mork The hat, or, rather, heln of shabbine ed to the bead with an effect of arrested flight ressed Ettarro's upeoaring mood of lightnems and It was a glorious day, and her low, narrow hipped car, out for the firet time since its purchase th¬ before, was also flung open to the sunahine. ngine was still seductively purring, because Ettarn nad told the chauffeur that ahe might be brit Mra. Marrow out at once for a plessant driv Windsor Park. Ol" cried Ettarre, flinging her pretty arm her head in a dancins springtime attitude. as thoush I had just been set free from prison! Sophia amiled grimly. “Complimentary to you late betrothed! . . . No. Hpnrietta, I won't come out now. I'm—l'm worried, and I preser an indoor ernlunal. * Confesional! Sophia, I bope you havent- ou haven't—O, my dear, you haven’t gone and nything raah or ridiculous, have you? So ou haven't got enauged? No. nor disengaged, nor engaged agnin, nor dis, bocause l've recently gone throush a po try deep heartache," Ettarre retorted, with " I sce no reason to ridicule it Ie didn't occur to you, did it, that your omay his way and that might be inse and upeett eting me1 O. finance!" Ettarre's scornful little gesture dis posed of finance as sordid and not worth her con¬ sideration.. OPHIA, exasperated, for ahe had hardly alept since the fatal newe five daye ago, broke out into an explanation that was willfully brusque: taken a place in Rutland for the hunting sea¬ The contract is signed. I can't get out of it M courm, I can't pomibly afford it now. There an dosens of smaller bills, and Neville has bought car. He can't sell it again, because he's given it e Bobbie Seymour, who im't the kind of girl that re¬ duna prumnia * My déar!“ cried Ettarre in amasement, and et down plumply. “ Hunting! At your age, to be galloping about here and there on horses! “l’ve always liked borses. So did Goorge." * Yes, indeed, I remomber, but—George could afford it "I gathered that I should be able to afford it. “Sophia, did you reslly think it wasforgive m for maying so—in very good taste for you to star ing into my ahoes and epending them besore rose and I were actually married? "I didn't stop to think about taste," replied Sophia, her face impenetrable and her mouth set "You see, I had been a poor woman for twenty¬ nins puan * Hunting!" Ettarre began to gixgle. " Really, had no idea you were euch a rake! O, well, I sup bouns parias. There s Colonel Mallond an and Joan Eastry and young Robin Wenlock cyes grew dreamy, her lipe moved; abe was already the hostess of a hunting lodge. Sophia ruthlessly slashod across thase attractive imaginings: " That im't all! * You must sond me a list of your other debta very gently from her sister-in-law. “ And, my dear as you insinuate that I was in some ways to blam¬ for this, though I cant with any truth reproach myself—a woman mustn't betray her instincta whatever they may cost berl—but I hope you will accopt the fow little things you've bought that rest gown, for instance. I thouxht it suit ed you so well. So wise of you to choose black and white; and that lovely fur-a littie reck¬ less, perhapel. However, do, dear Sophia, ao¬ cept it as a present from me. I shall get a little glow at the heart whenever I cee you wearing it! Guilas ai Rola mean, thank you. And then, there's this. And she told Ettarre abo the villa che had bouxht in the south for 1200000 rancs, " Roland's House." But ahe did not call yy that name; che would never call it that again. Ettarre departed in a rosy aura of grave, tende benevolence. After the first chock of hearing the sum of Sophia's liabilities, ahe had been most un¬ derstanding, most tactful. For she had takon over the whole scheme-the scheme, the dream, and, i anticipation, the gratitude of the invalide (offioers of course, and euch good looking men!) who woule find their strength again at her entire expense in the Palace Soleil. * Palace in the Sun! Sophia, l'Il call it that, think. It has a sort of healing note about it, don't ree, that will give those poor fellous con¬ Sophia began to wonder, bitterly, if the vision had indeed ever been her owa, so completely had it now passed into the complacent possession o Ettarre. And Ettarre was no fool at practical de¬ se undertaking would, without doubt, be uccem, directed by her. ... “ Alter all, Soph l'm not sorry that this has happened; nothing e elp us much, through our bad times, as helpins thers; we learn to patch their—their broken patch¬ work into a covering sor our own wounda. Sophia Marrow, left alone, stood for a moment, hands elenched, dark brows drawn together in an apt to control nu a Me Dama! Dam her! Damn.“ She cauxht up from the mantelpiece air of Dresden lovers, which had been Etta year's Chrietmas prosent, and veheme mashed them againet the bars of tho empty ftre¬ place. Then abe put her head down on her arms and abed. Roland's House. Roland's Houss. Yet presently and by slow degrees, as though beace were softly stealing into the spaco that sur¬ ounded her, hollow and taut as the recesses of um, ahe gradually began to feel that though monally, had been robbed of the good plan the good plan still remained; her ideas would stil be carried out, filtering through Ettarre's benevo¬ lence instead of her own. "Roland'e House" or " Palace Soleil "—what di it matter, provided men were getting well wh otherwise would not bave been given this chance? One most solid benesit had risen as a magical, a totally and almost humorously irrelevant result os Sophia's blossoming and Ettarre's grand emotional June. "At her age, toc" thouxht the woman of forty¬ eight, mercifully able to laugh now, “ gallopins about bore and there on big white bulle! (Coporisht: 1028: 2 0. B. Suea.
AUS Chicago Sunday Tribun¬ Dy MITIOITWIIITRICHTIIOTEN (Almost dolly during the month before de billed Remambar, i pon den d yo the Red Knipht, Capt. Brown led hie flight of sto one today, youll live to get one another ti red nosed Camels on patrole up and doun an¬ After getting his Hun on the first burst corose the Uincs. There wore frequent drushes wit May, according to my orders, was streak l enemy, and in the air sighting os Morch a nx for home, when the Red Knight prül, 1916, before he killed their leader, Bro wung down ath shot doion four members of Richthofen's ctrous Watching May. I happened to But, until the morning of his laat flight, the Ger Richthofen on hie tail, and so I got hit men ace had not mired in these comdate, an¬ This Sunday moming—April 21, Breun had never secu the famous all red Pokber.) was notable in that we were doing! time a aquadron patrol. The pructio only rocently beeu introduced dy th INSTALLMENT III dah. Tua milt al opemton prorunat The Death of Richthofen had been a flight of five machine But the Germans had begun to send ou N the forenoon of Sunday, April 21, 1918, t docke of twenty, thirty, even forty ma¬ Red Noses hit a home run with the bases chines. A Britiah flight was too amall te It was in an attack that was a forlorn ho¬ tackle them. In future we were to Sy a from which none of us expected to come o a squadron of three flighte—fisteen ma¬ es. The three flights, each making a Smashing into a flotilla of twenty-two cireu ew in a V. planes-Fokker triplance and Albatross D em) I remember being particularty grouchy flight of five single seater Sopwith Camels mixec it in one of the epie dog fixhte of the war. The Somme flowed aluxgishly below. In the ai ed ceveral circus scores that day abovo it we se Thousande of Bri ry watchod the scrap. There vus no quarter aated, no quarter given. it was a fixht to a finiah. The flight bagged four machines. May. Mellersh, and Mackensie sach got a Fok ker triplane. And I had the luck to kill Richt¬ hofen. Richthofen on a German airdrome with Morits, Mackensie was slightly wounded. That was ou Great Dane, his constant companion on the ground only casualty. Four of our machines were ahot up, My first thought was of " Wop" May. Anxiously 1 swept but all of them returned. the heavens for a sign of him. At last I sighted him, uf And just previous to the big brawl Sammy T. toward Corbie, north of me. of our squadron-the 200th aquadron, Royal He seemed in good chape. He was pulling out, back to Ber Force—though not of my own flight, sent an Alt tangles, as I had told him. tross doun in flames. His quick kill was the foro Then in a flash 1 rcalised he was being followed. Out ol runner of victory to come. the hase I saw a red triplane go darting aftor him. It wa¬ Today " Wop" May, now Capt. Wilfred R. Ma re and behind him—a position that might easily becom¬ D. F. C , for he won his decoration later, is livit in Edme perta. I went to echool with hi 1 continued to climb stosdily to be in a position to give there, long before cither of us dreamed of flying May quick help if necomary. He was avidently wise to th war, or German, barons who cruised the aky in al Hun, streaking away fast, scuttling about, swerving. sigan red planes. My porsonal interest in May con ging: thouxh the tripe kept right on his tail. Then I realise ibuted to Richthofen's death. the Hun was gaining. When May flipped he fled straight. He For it was May's firet flight; his firet sight e cut down the gup between ti ery near being his lan machines. It ca hem. Still, May was all right. 1t he could keep up thut gait— ere matter of seconde kept the Red Knigh geurd, dau und med from winning hie eis But all of a sudden I aaw he was in deep. I knew he had May from being his vi tried everything he knew. I seneed he had allot his bolt. Fortunately, my machine guns spoke fl first. Richt- The red triplane was npw scarerly 100 feet behind. He wa hofen went down before he could kill on a level with him. At dy moment he would let go with hi I do not pretond that affection for May made m Three British styers who took part in the sight in which Broun killed Richthofen guns. It was time to act. Fortunately, I had gained 3.00 kill Richthofen. I did not oven know it was Richt¬ feet. Left to right: M. S. Taylor, A. W. Aird, and W.R. Moy. hofen at the time. But I was watching May, a I banked over hard, turned, flattened, stuck my nose down, it was my practice, to keep an cye on lade frest sbout the whole affair. My norves were in ahred and dived toward the tail of the red plane. It was a moment tiat called for hesitation. The from the pool to ece that thoy were not popped ol and phyaically I was a wreck. two had become tweny-two I was in perfect position, above and behind. It was a mere before they really learned to fight. T hus it hap pened that I went to May's assistance. When we left the airdrome at Bertangles it wa matter of straight shooting. Neither plane was aware of me. There is Hietle doube that Richthofen lovad te It was the circus en masse, though I aaw no sign 9:35 a. m. Our work was to patrol from Hangart That was the moment May gave up. “I’m through." he of Richthofen's triplant. north to the Amiens-Albert road, up above th¬ Amuaht. aunl do unales ling kill. There is little evidence that he did anythin Frankly. I did Mow what to do. 1 lo Somme. in his last fight until his hawk eyes, frén his perel Then he heard my guns. He flashed a look. around. 7 ma ien hud de We, olimbed. kegping formation, well àt 12.m t ahowed h advantage, at Behind uie ine pomo Thank Ged, he Bronnd!" ut de feran ouelpatrol, Fying up and donn ihs ie members oi my own flight—sive of us alto The next time he looked tha red tripe had dimappeared. Then he pende die oun dench tront. berand buck ol than a few other Camela. Back over the aide of hie bus ho saw it ctrike the carth. The firat hint of a change came at 10:25 o'eclock Attack in the face ofsuch odds was plain suicide vYE members of the Royal Air Force had litel Just as we were making a turn at the north limit There did not acem a hance in the worid os com Wawarene of Richthofon, despite' his recon DICHTHOFENS end was oxactly like that of the majority of our patrol Sammy Taylor dived elear out o ing out of it alive. He was no bold, bad man of the skies, the , formation. He had spottod an Albatross to th¬ his vietims. He was cauxht cold. Ro It was all so casual—eo aim Then I looked again at the Hune piling on menton el ubon I had divod until the red mout name made us ahiv haploss artil my Camel pointed fair his tail. My thumbe premod the triggers. Bullete ripped int r lest we meot him planes. And some¬ To the question thing mapped in¬ hie clevator and tail planes. The flaming tracers showed m where they hi Did British pilots o side me: "You cold foo patrols A little short de u pupl Save those Gently I pulled ou the stick. The nose of the Camel roee of getting Richtho E. 8e. Go in and ever so alightly. sen? I my absolute amash them. Easy, now. Easy ly and definitely. My tail dip The stream of bullots tore along the body of tho all red tripo my knowledge, no. I did not ev Its occupant turnod and looked back. I had a flnsh os his On the body o to sco if my fligh cycs behind the gogsles. Riebthofen wa was following. Dowi Then he crumpled-sagxed in the cockpit. My bullete poured sound a document o 1 flung, full out, which this is a trans out beyond him. My thumbe eased on the trigger a hell riding dive a 266 h Murch. Richthofen was dead the tripe attackin tho nearest' Britia The triplane staggered, wabbled, stalled, flung over on its 1918, 9:40 a. m bus. nose, and went doun. Group Com I was secing re The reserve trenches of the Australian infantry were no mander of Avia¬ diving so hard tha more than 200 foet below. It was a quick descent. May aaw tion No. 12 te I nearly barged inte it. I maw it as I owung over. And Mellerh mw it. Firat Pursuit him as I pr Mellerah had a scrap on his hands. Two tripes were righ Squadron: Air¬ trixners of my gu on his tail. I pulled up as quickly as I could and went to bel man report Mellersh was righ him. The Germans whipped out of the fight in spins and that it is beside me, firing streaked toward Hunland. possible to too. It was he whe over the Aner The brawi was over. Evory one had had enough got credit for hin (rive Limping like a lame duck, I turned toward Bertangles. The Wa mw him anging about had addied tho engine. Only three cylinden 2,000 feet belon tion en se were hitting. The propellor was scarcely turning over. But The R. E. & wer of strong enem 1 made the drome. frec. They skinne on. Ire- The fint peron to greet mo was " Wop" May. He came off bome. The star over running and caught my hand. tled members of th dertal barnaae d. "Thank God, Brownie, you got that circus pulled them sorced back il d HunI was all in It would have been all over in a second. selves together an order that a re- piled on us instead. connaisance u Mellerah joined us to the line Mar My own hand Saw you get the rud bexgar, Broumie. Great work!" jeux - Puchevil- were full. Withir Mackensie had got a tripe, and a alight wound acroes the lers may be car seconds I was fight back where a bullet, cutting throuxh his Sidoot suit, had grase ried out. the skin. We had not lost a man. No wonder the airdrome echoed with our talk: Dronp Tapiain . got one " "1 got onel" And " Damn it all, I goj one courses They souch of Aviation No. 13. to sandwich m The Fokker triplane in vohich Richthofen died. These front and reor vieurs show We had drink all around. Physically we wore low as snakes The First purmi plane. The cros the machine soon after Capt. Brown's bullets brought it doun. aquadron was Richt¬ but bucked, elated, crasy. fire of their tracen Shortty afterward I sat down and wrote my combat report hofen'a. cut arcs about me north over Beaucourt. Here is a polite complaint because the Briti¬ I did not see how I cout get out. But I decider In it I said merely that 1 had destroyed a pure red triplane. We watchod cageriy, but it was alone. And air force controlled the front, and a demand ft ogive them a run. The following is my lox book entry of that Sunday show; action. It throws light on the morale of the Ger- Sammy'e firet burst sent it down in flames. So I flipped about erndy, sworved and twistec Dived on larxe formation of triplancs and Albatre man flying service at that period in spite of Richt¬ It bucked me. Better still, it broke up the squad¬ dived, rolled, and sigsagueanything to keep from single eratem. Three triplanes got on my tail, no I oloar ron. In the pause while Taylor climbed back nolen a nietoren. being a straighit mark. My oun vions with regard to war, and especis off. Climbed back and got buck in sorap. Dived on all his flight I owung the Red Noses south and es In the back of my mindivas a hope that I migh red triplane which was on Lieut. May's tail. Got in burt regard to my pilota, may be of interest he with the intention ol edging in over Hunland to ecc draw them into crashing uth one another. I lurod when he went down. what we might find xcuse for giving them is that I believe they them on. I Immelmanned-up, over, and back. Observed to crash by Licut. Mellersb and Lieut. May It was about 10:45 a. m., and visibility was poor ad a bearing on Richthofen's fate. whipped in underneath then. Two os them missec Dived on two Fokker triplanes which were following Licut When I got a new da artation pool= A hase foxxed the vision, and at first we could no clicking their wings by inhes. The third had te and I did this with pick up anythin ay a day or t Then I noticed two of our owa Mellerah. Did not get them. wing wild to escape a amah. They gave me a briof presther. While the before we met Richthofen—I gave him a pen R. E. 8e down le ver tho Somme near Cerisy. Suberquently, at the hangure, I told the mochanics to giv Ie was not long before we made out the white lecture for the good of his body. It ran somethin straightened out I soomed aid gained a little heix the enxino a thorough ovorhauling. Demanded a now one pufis of Archie shelle bursting around them. Tha Thoy rounded and came atine again convergina Then I went to lunch in the old tent that did duty sor 1 don't know hou you feel about the mapar was queer. Britiah burste were white, Germa I flow out until thoy were alpost on me; sidealipper meuroom. I eat down to my usual meal of milk, exas, anc ticularly your own part in it—but l'm going to te burste black. Enemy aircraft ovidently was attack and turned flat under thej. Again they near brandy. ing the British machines you how it appeals to me. The goverment ha crashed. Onco more I aomned, climbing madly The office telephone rang. The wins was callins. Simpson spent time and moncy-and probably youve We started aliding on a long dive. And, sur They lost mo in straightenig out. nxineer officer, answered. He came rushing ba¬ crashed more than one machine in training—in get¬ enough, we soon caught the flushing os a pair of tri I pinched myself to sco ifl was still living, the wnie! Brownie! Get your chest ready for the deco¬ you here. planes. looked around. The weaung mams of Germa What lort " Meat! Fresh meat! We'd soon spoil their game. If you get into a dog sight today, pick ou plancs had thinned. The suden burst of the Re your Hun and take a drag at him. II you get hir That was our thought. Sticking our noaes down. W Noses had scattered them. Dusters here and then * Word from the wing. That red tripe vus Richthofen! €”fine. If you don't—finel—turn and come home whanged full out toward them. But within thirty showed where the pilots of ny flight were mixing i I ncarly passed out. True, I had had a snenking suspicio There'll be no questions asked. seconds ve had brought our noses up again! with the superior numbom olthe circus. that it was ho, but this blunt confirmation just about bowioc A.RON BROWN me over. I bexan to tromble. Richt hofen! The red baron! Germany's prise pilot! The fellows piled on me, cheering dhalhng. « Wait till you reac dund dua. The women will mob "Theyll be pointing as you pas Ther s tho blighter who ahot Richt¬ hofen! « Wait till the medals bexin to roll i Brownie! French, Italian, 1 Youll look like a Christmas tree. TE aettled doun to lunch at lan W. We wero just finishing wh Cairna, the wing commande came in. We got to our fect. He cam¬ toward me. Hie face was grave.. In hi manner there was no hint of congratula tion. Hie tone gave me a ch " Well, Brown. o you claim to havi killed Richthofer " No, sir, I do not." "I thought you did! * No, sir. I claimed to have shot dow an all red Fokker triplane. I don't knon ho the pilot was I vas Richtholen. But che point this: Australian machine gunners aa they got him from the ground. There also a report that he was downed by on of tho R. E. 8e. Then there ia your ro¬ port. It looks like a mes I maid nothing. The other pilots were silent. I was sure that my bullete ha¬ sent him down, absolutely suro; so sur that I felt suddenly mad at the othe aima. B ut what could I do? What ldy The Australians in question were 1 the 1Ith insantry brigade, in whose re serve trenches the red plane crashed. Pe culiarty enough, the R. E. 8e, wbose bacon we had saved and who were now also claiming to have killed the ace, were Australian macl It looked like a case of one Canadian ersus the whole Australian corpe. Cairns took me to the aquadron office talk the thing over. What d'you think we'd better dof be asked. I was mad clean throus Only thing we can do," I mid, "io up to the lines and see the machine. That will soon show who killed him. W can see the body, too. The wounds wil show whether he got it from the ground or from tho air Cairns agrecd, and we prepared te My mind vas in a ferrene us 1 nm »my hut after lunch that Sunday t change clothes so that I miaht accom pany the wing commander up the line to view the body of Richthofen and the ruins of the all red triplane. I was ot Very little would have made me " All right. Let the Australians havo dim. To bell with th At the moment I did not really thin there was anything in the shooting Richthofen to make such a fuss abou I knew, as no one else did, how easy -had be een. But stubborness drove me te e the? uti re Cane nn. Owrne (W'hy Capt. Broun uos not decorate jor shooting doun Richthofen, and hor his men flying coreer came to nbrupt ene will be toid in the concluding installment ol hie storu next Sunday. Your Boy Don't Let Hin Grow Used te Laxatives! comole .A mother w. thinks at all—w regulating un doy or d l'or the same reason your bowel e benefited deun ualer a n u ua rean a ch ny a from neluaively de sue ne io yo ocket is 1Oc. Or the family F-FULL BOX FREE¬ des Aae de da 1 Kame 1 Addrees ... . ro...... iun ner.
PERIOTIKDEL mouth and knocked him into his chair. But for THE STORY IN RESUME: this he must have gone down beso¬ re the weight of N MANSEL. Sade t the blow, but the chair was M a a paeine massive and, thoush it rocked for a moment, it he J d Mpon a The sude at their laneel talle u As I matched at the second pistol he he letters are mere ea svept it osf the board, but the movement disordered his aim and his sscond bullet C nt wild. Into tho bedroom!" om the e le hae diss yelled Mansel, hurling an de, Mansel crosses oaken footstool with all bed with a broken leg. by motor. C his might. k. Pollowi As 1 hustied Adèle throuch tho doorway I beard a screcch of pain and a third roport. Then Adele cries a » Mansel whipped into the room and I alammed the a dn n lua turren, uis unar "Quick! Wedge eh they havo a chance to get her out they a¬ doors," breathod Mansel. by Noble. Now that we suspocted their presence, the doom INSTALLMENT VIII. in the paneling were easy to find, and, aince they Plunged Into Darkness. opened inward, besore OSE NOBLE lifted his lids and looked at thirty seconde had the closet and be¬ Adèle, I cannot describe the awfulness of his guse ber had been aecured. Hatred, malice, and all uncharitablenes burned in those terrible orba. Themselves mon¬ strous, their message was like unto them, and before ite beastly menace my blood ran cold. *You hear?" he anid grimly. " Youre pretty enouxh to fool round, but, when it's a question ol paying. your gentleman friend gete ost. Adèle flusbed under his tongue. " It's never been a question of paying." aho maid. " Big worde," said Noble. “ But they won't pull you out of this mess. Your beasth and your names on the counter: and, is you sancy either, you'd better trouble Big Willie to open his puree. * My name?" said Adèle, frowning. *Your name," said Noble softly. " You see, l'm not selling to your husband. I’m selling to the man next door. tle's color came and went. She looked round Then— "You moan¬ " That 1 have not asked your busband to buy you back. That I bave ignored his axistence from firet to last. That he's all sure and grateful that B Willie's hocing bie row. That Big Willie daron undeceive him; daren't so much as breathe my namo—for fear of its putting ideaa into his innocent head." The brutal accuracy of this aaying was to mo like a buffet which makes the hend sing again; and my brain scemed auddenly pygmy benide that of this ter¬ rible man. Adèle bad gone very pale. daaln nas da uud anllg. Dur under *You m nandin- "So 1 guess." mid Rose Noble, as thouxh abe had not opened her mouth, “your pretty namo is as much for salo as your health. Of courso, if it im't bought in, your husband can have it back. But it's svery fool, by —, thatIl pick up a rotten "I agree," said Mansel. " In fact, all you any would be very much to the point if I hadn't told Capt. Pleydell that 1 was in love with his wife." Very slowły the blood flowed into Adèle's sweet face. She did not look at Mansel, and ber eyes which were resting on Noble, never moved. But after a little, I saw that their focus had changed and rurung and that, thoush ahe was looking before her, abe hor out of the did not sse, because ahe was lost in thought. window and into Rose Noble gavo a thick laugh. the night. “I see," ho said smoothly. “ And, of course, he couldn’t kick you-because of his leg. Well, well. And, if you think that chokes me, you're nursin the dirty end. I guess l've a aleeve sull os trumpe¬ if you don’t want to sce them you know the As 1 drove the last wedge Mansel leaned afraid you'll have to play them," eaid Man¬ sback to the wall and covered his eyes. “That chair." he said brokenly. “ That chair You see, we don't mind paying, but it amuse the lady to know she’d been le's enough to break a man's heart. l'd no time t wouldn ad hit him equaro, but I nover so much as dreamed that that damned chair wouldn't go. Il it had. "That's right," said Adèle. Adèle put her arme round his neck, drew dowa Noble sat back in his chair. head to hers, and kissed his lip My darling. de dud d eure do da monuugd ent¬ *You mean d ud qualy ua uan vadd dde yuus armal By God, that'e truo," I cried. "I didn’t eay that," said Mansel. "O. Adèle," mid Mansel simply, " I do love you * l'Il take it as read. I guess a woman's a woman whether she's warming her maid or selling fish. Thir m Then his arme went about her and che hid her gers, and thut one can go ean bend ber fin¬ With love from littie Willie' don't happe face in his cont. to suit her book. Maybe it don't quit yours. And o l’Il help you out." He leaned suddenly forward. ITTING on the floor of the cloent. I summed Bo here in thie room yourseli a week from today p our circumstances as best I could. For the momont Adèle was safe. What re¬ with two hundred and fifty thousand in Bank ol mained of the food which we had drawa up the elifi England notes and l'Il let the threc of you go. would lust us with care for two dayn. We had thre¬ * Nothing doing." said Adèle swiftly. pistola, each holding eeven rounds, and we had the "I am not prepared," said Mansel, “ to continue wo rooms and a way down into the archway to talk this over while Mra. Pleydell aite there. for what it was worth. That we could hold th Loblea oyes narrowed. position I hud no doubt; indeed, it seemed most u If you don't like the rules," he drawled," yon¬ likely that Noble would make an attack. for. unle well. necdin’t play. l’ve picked my worde co far, we three could brenk out or Hanbury and the serv¬ but run me up and l'm not going to cramp m ante could brenk in, we must in thros or sour days tongue. Ii you're hunched round my tablg. Go into his handa. didn't put you there. You horned right into this par For us to break out would be extremely hard: w ago perceived that the two“ galleries ol 't like the eate I guess you can lor and is you don rallom dum nbol ore the heys to tho royal suite, and tha ropeat my request," said Mansel. " I decline theso were joinod by a pannge meant that vo wen¬ surrounded by a guard room which two men could dhat verd mayped Radlo, uana hold against twenty, the inside of which we had not "I don't fancy a savage onth. You may fecl ugly, but l’vo the so much as seet With Hanbur ry and the cervants we were no lons ht end of the gun. And now try and get me, you Im running this — party from the sout er in touch. Our line of communication had been to the pineapple'e buah. II you wanted a Bible rend cut, and, even thoush George ahould docide to at¬ ny of the weck. Wer tempt our relies, I could not ere that sour mer ing you've come tho wrong di dung buamem ihia mornina. could bring this about. Six had been none too I repeat my request." maid Mansel stendily. many two nights ago, and for sour to repeat an as¬ Noble sucked in his breath. Then be opened his mult which had only sucosoded bocause it was a surprise seemed to me a hopoless adventure 18 oyes. hen finish," he said, "you —. You sy I found it bard not to bélieve that fortune had you've told her husband you want hie wise. I'Il give taken her atand on the enemy's aide. Had we known you some more to tell him next time you meet. So of the doore in the paneling. not once but sive times far she's lived alone in ber private suite. Bedroom ovor ahould we have won our match; without that and bathroom adjoining, as tight as you please precious knowledge two nights ago we had all but Now well cut out the bathroom, sonny, and aholl rescued Adèle; il Noble had not met Casemate in search of his hat Adèle by now might well have I dacline to been thirty miles ofl; but for the weight os the With a roar Noble flung forward and Mansel' chair Noble must have beon dead ten minutes ago ande shot out. The left struck aside the pis¬ This last was a bitter thought. Looking back. bare hi perceived how Mansel had made the brute angry tol as Noble fired; the right hit the boast on his April 22, 1928 E in order to make him move and had actually lured the master into the way of a fool, how be had i nored gross insuit and let Adèle suffer in silen¬ to gain his end, and how only the fear of deprivins Adèle of his service had made him break off a bat¬ tle which he might well have won. Then I fell to considering Mansel and Adèle and their love-for now I was sure that ahe loved him as he did her-and what ever vould be the outcome of an affair at once so passionate and so much out of joint. God knowa I did not blame them; I was rather exulting to see two such great hearts as one. It was the future that troubled me, the reckoning that would have to be paid. And whilst I was in the midet of tbis reflection the tuo came into the closet with ahinina oyes. I got to my feet and Adèle gave me her hand. I kiad it naturally. " William, dhe nid. " I think I have the fnest You have, indeed," maid I, pravely. * William the Faithful." asid Mansel and lauche like a boy. He stopped to tho trap. “ And now mid he.“ l'm going to spy out the land. Don't talk too loud, you two, and stay in th « doornay, deue, that you eun wateh both room Very good." said I, and went to my post al Whon Mansel was gone Adèle came to my side *Sit down. V Villum.? she said. "I want you to know how 1 feel We mi down on the floor like two children and Adèle lraned her head axainst the wall and alid dlight arm through mine. l'u in love with Jonah," abe said. "I think I loved him for yeara, but I nover knew. And then when I firet saw Rose Noble and Jute pulled me ofl the mare, I remembered our talk in the sores and I knew what thcy wanted me for. They mean to hurt Jonah through me. That meant that Jonal loved me; and then, all of a sudden, I knew that I loved him. I wus terribly worriod at firat becaus it aremed so awful to be in love with any one othe¬ than Boy. And then I came to see that, so long a nobody knew, no harm would be done. up my mind that no one ahould ov¬ oven Jonah himself. . . . Well, you saw me break down. You sw me kis him and put my arms round his nack. I cuppose I shouldn't have dono it, bu 'm so thanksul I did. I want you to know that Villiam. And Jonah’s so happy, to0. We’ve had t all out and we both of us feel the mma You see rere locked up here in a sort of No Man'e Lanc that lies betwoen life and desth. Ii we die—well that'o the end. If we live, then we go back. But we can’t tell which it will be, and, so long as we're in that land. were going to love esch other with o baart But, O. Adèle," mid I, " uhat about going der vonded 1. ahe mid. we shall have forever, like a star that'e always in the cky. I'm not sceking to justify mysels. I knov l'm another man'e wife. But I dont care William. Nature and fortune have driver us into this Eden, and I don't think we chould be human if we didn't help each her to pick the flowera. "I don’t think you would," said I heartily. And that is the point of view I hold today. I daresay it cannot be defended. I car only my that Jonathan Mansel and Adèl¬ were two of a kind that I never eaw besor have never seen since. They wer were lovely and pleasant in theit "; they were nonpareil; and, looking back. I find it most natural that, suddenly faced with life in the midet of death, two natures so alike and so peerless should have comforted sach other. Adèle looked at me swiftly. "Do you mean that you under¬ nd? I don't think you ean do an udemand mnmud? a to be very glad you're so happy Thank -you, William," she said. "And please don't feel left out. Jonah was saying only a moment as that you were the only livins didn't mind sceing ou Aunury ropanta da " mid I, in¬ dicating the roomn. The oquerr) doem't feel left by his king and his . ues a emmant ead Lale appina her handa. *Don’t slander my lieutenant, mid Munanl puttina his head throush the door. "And here's a pioce ot good nowa.“ He cank his voice urmur. “ The car is still out." Which means!" breathed Adèle. "1 hope and believe it means tha it's gone sor good, that George anc the servante have got it and all or some of ite crew. When Noble sen them out he knew very well that there wàs nothing to see; be knew we were in the archway, and he sent them packing to mialead us and draw un out. I admit he pulled that off, but unlem an d unil dheg retum, l balen he's alon I supposé that I showed my excite¬ nt, sor he continued at onco: But plesse remember Noble's bost in himself. He may be single handed, but he's worth ten ordinary men. And so we much watch and wait. If only we’d known of that mage dun niahia au¬ Then." mid Adèle, "you'd nover have knowa that I loved you. And now, please, l’m hungry. Will one of u givo me some food? Mansel amilod. * Feminine influence, William, is a terrible thing. With thie girl-ch uld round our necks we shall for¬ "Forget it," said I, rising, " for balf an ! ile you two lunch 1II watch the castle gate. Very ," said Mansel, hoisting himself te the floor. "But keep in the ahadow and roport tho first sign of lise. II Hanbury's sunk the pin¬ nace I don’t think what'a left of her crew will come aboard before dark. At least, theyll be fools il they try. But we can't hang our lives on gues work and so we must watch. And by thbe time l've eaten I may have some plan. But he had not; neither had I. PHROUGH all that afternoon we three might have been alone in the Castle of Gath. I1 others spoke or moved we neither saw noi heard them, and when the light faded we were still without any grounde on which to base any belios. Of the waya of the castle Adèle knew far lees than we, sor ahe had been brought in blindsold and never, before we seised her, been beyond ry of stone; but, had she been able to tell hat a tunnel led out of the chapel to Salaburg it¬ elf, the knowledge would not have belped u dared not use the passage in case it was bel¬ Vhat remained of the wateriall cord was som aixty feet long, and this we had all ready to hely ur escapo. Could we, therefore, have gained the pos, we could doubtless have reached the spur; but we had no means of ascent, and, though I esyed both chimneys, these were built of hewn stone and only a very amall child could have made its way up their shafts But for Adèle, Mansel and I would have sallied and might well. I think, have escaped. II the pas¬ would have chanced a lot in order to reach the gate To such a risk, ho.vever, we dared not expos lèle. Here, 1 think, we were wise. Unless he cou irve us to surrender Rose Noble's hope of ranso ras gone by the board; once we callied, therefore ie fellow had nothing to gain by ap aring our lives¬ but much to lose, for he knew ve y well that w would ahoot him at sight. Add to this that wo had lately enraged him as never before and you will sec that to run such a gantlet, with Adele, so to speak, in our arms, was out of the question. At last we decided to writo a message to George d, making it into a parcel, to cast it over the clifl. So far as my memory serves me, this was bow note ran: The rope has been cut. We are fast in the closet and the bedchamber and we have got Adèle. Tbere is a passage connecting the tw¬ stone galleries and looking upon the courtyard You will attack tomorrow—Friday, half an hour after dark. As before, gain the roos; go directi, to the door in the southwest tower; guard that thon let fall three ropes to the windowe of the the moment these are in place king's closet; demonarate. You will demonstrate by lettin, down a ladder to one of the windows of the pasmge and accidentally breaking the glass DORNFORD TATES Carefully rehearse the demonstration, whicl must last one minute. Whilet it is going on you will take up Adèle by one of the ropes, rush her along the roof. lower her dowa to the spur, and run with her sor the wood; Chando¬ ad I will follow. Not counting the caretake ose Noble is, I think, alone—except sor tho¬ who escaped when you stopped the car. Work out the whole attack with the greatest care; it must not fail. We wrapped the note in oiled ailk and then i wet coat of mine to serve as ballast; this v made into a parcel, and at 10 o'elock that night I hurled it over the cliff. Neither Mansel nor I had expected to alcep a II. for the castle gate had to be watched, as we the doors of the chambers in which we lay; but Adèle insisted on taking her turn with us, so of us alopt sor two hours and watched for sour. Adèle was the firet to rest and I was the last, and I remember how I stole up the stairway at two o'elock to find the rooms full of moonlight, Adèle in the midst of the doorway with her fair head againat the jamb, and Mansel aleeping like a child with her arme about him and his head in her la And, when he was gone to the archway and I wou have lain alone, ahe would not have it ao, but made me lie down as he had and pillow my head upon her. HE castle gate was not opened during night, and this made us certain that ti that had left with the car were in Hanbury handa We therefore decided to watch no more from the archway, but only to use it as and when we re¬ quired. To this end we stopped the keyholes of the door and the gate and wedged a cage grate in the channel beneath the door to prevent an entry by stealth while our backs were turned. And bere let me may that before it was light we d all three bathed in the channel and made as ir a toilet as our means would allow. Manse and I could do no more than shave and make our¬ selves clean, but Adèle must change her frock for one of a powder blus, and when we sat dowu to breakfast she was as point-devico in appearance us though abe had just left her bedroom in Lon¬ don towa. The day passed quietly enouxh and, except that one of us was always in the bedchamber, listening iny sound, wo kept no particular watch. lèle and Mansel wore happy as the day was long. I have never seen two beinge so plainly glad of each otber, so easy and natural in their love. There was nothing common or unclenn in all their tenderness, and, so sar from embarrassing my senses, my acquaintance with such devotion lifted up my heart. One thing only troubled us, and that was the absolute silence which reigned without our doors That Noble should make no sound was natural enough, and yet the continuous absence of an sign of life came to insist that we had the castle to ourselves and to tempt us againet all reason out of cur lair. This temptation we certainly resisted but with every bour the suuxestion that we wer¬ alone ineraased in strength until, when the evening came, we were all three unsettled and did not know what to think. In a way this did not mattor, sor is. indeed. Noble were out of the way, our release by Hanbury must be a simple affair; yet the baro ides ( such fortune seemed something sinister, like the ounsel of 8 prophet whose eyes are not straight is head. The truth is," mid Mansel, " we ouxht to have played his game. We shouldn’t have made a sound sor twenty-sour hours. Then he'd'vo begun to wonder if we were gone, and at last be'd've tried to sind out and shown his hand. As it is, the posi¬ tions are reversod, and he'e fl dy po un qu which is just what ho wanta This was uncommon sense, but, even whilst I agroed. I found myseli cupposing that Noble was dead or gone and finding the supposition curioualy untoward. For this strange uncertainty of outlook I have never been able to account. I am not given to imagining vain thinas or to letting my sancy fly il the face of fact; yet, though I was not uncasy, m mind would not come to rest, but continuall dwelled upon tho ailence and the prosperous tale which it tole At last the day was over and dusk came in. When it was dark we opened the closet windows shut the trap door. Then Mansel set me at a ow, with Adèle by my side, and himself to teh the bedchamber until the moment sbould The night was most black and still and I stgod i out into the thunderous air, straining my or the rustle of a rope coming do¬ But none came, and after a long time I began to feel sick at hear I did not move, for the night was before ua and while it was dark we could hope; but Hanbury was always punctual—and now he was late. I do not know how long I atood there, but oud¬ aly my heart bounded as I heard a movement An instant later I had a rope in my hande. As I put my weight upon it another ropo brushed my arma, and almost at onoe a third. By my ailent direction. Adèle gave one flash with torch, and in a twinkling Mansel was by our Himmell he tested the ropes, then he bound one about ber and lifted ber on to the sill. Adèle put her arms round his neck and pressed her face against his. So we stayed, waitina Then came a clattor from the passage and the ver of broken My beautiful darling," mid Mansel, and swung her out of the window and into the night For a second he watched her rising; then he drew (oure next, William," he said, " as quick as you At once I leaned out to grope for the other two ropes. did eo a sccond clatter came from beyond "Quick," breathed Mansel. " That demonstn¬ tion's too thin." Desperately I flung out both arma, swecping the —and found nothing. They're gone," I cried, drawing back. "They Mansel was at the next window, leaning out and craning his neck. As I did the mame, a very faint exclamation came dowu from above. And then a thick laugh. un 113 de amiand.
Chicago Sundap Tribune nddinalon WEI THE FOR TEMPTING MENUS Pan Broiling Lamb Chops NET the frying pan over a moderate flame and allow it to heat Cold Foods. to a point where it would not burn a lamb chop while cooking YYOT foods and cold foods and foods all the time! There is no ten minutes to a side. By a little practice with observation getting around it! Nevertheless, there is a tremendous one soon learns this. Put in one tablespoon of fat, add to it salt choice of what and how and wherefore, with philosophies of according to the number of chops to be cooked, and an eighth of foods and a science and an art. During the ages a million or a teaspoon of curry powder for a pan of chops, or even a quarter so of ideas about foods have circulated in communities and states, —depends on the variety of powder used. although primitive man had but one or a few. He had hunger. Stir the dry ingredients into the fat until the blend is perfect To be hungry is a consuming business. Even a modern girl has and have the surface of the pan covered or oiled with the mixture been heard to say.“ I can’t think when I am hungry." Put in the trimmed chops and let them cook from six to ten min¬ But let us talk about cold foods becaure the cold food season utes to a side, depending on their thickness. They should, when is approaching, and because cold foods in that season, even soups, done, be lightly and beautifully browned and any juice which has are becoming more and more fashionable. There are new ideas cooked out of them should be present in the pan with the fat which on the subject since Oliver Wendell Holmes remarked that cold was put in originally and gome which has cooked out of the chops. foods were nice-or did he say “ victuals "?—and that he pre¬ This is a “ gravy.” and the greater the perfection of seasoning the finer it will be, and it cun be used separately from the chops. ferred vanilla ice. One of the contemporaries of the great Dr. Holmes took the No one fat is prescribed for the pan in pan broiling of meats matter much more seriously. This man was Dr. William A. Alcott, Butter burns most readily and, since the chops will cook beauti¬ father of Louisa, who was the author of that girl's classic, “ Little fully at a temperature below that at which butter burns, this in Women," etc. In Dr. Alcott's book, "The Young Housekeeper or worth while when the cook has had but little experience. But Thoughts on Food and Cookery," there is considerable of a preach¬ really this is comparatively slow cooking, considering the size of ment on cold foods, their desirability, wholesomeness as compared the pieces of ment. Most people do this sort of cooking too fast to hot, their saving graces for the women of the race, whom he and under such circumstances, paradoxically enough, it takes honors to the skies. Yes, in the same chapter in which he argues chops longer to cook because the surface gets too crisp at the stari with considerable conviction that cool foods are better than and the heat cannot so casily penetrate such. The outside of meat hot, he proposes a remedy for daughters hating domestic con¬ that is too hard is just as unpalatable as burned bread. cerns—cooking is to be more plain and simple and there are not to A savory fat is excellent sor all pan broiling, and a way te be hot things for every meal. It is more sensible, he thought, to test the pan to sind whether it is hot enough—if not hot enough have another objectionable extreme and the meat will be sogg cook once for three or four meals. is to add a drop or two of liquid to see if it is hissing hot, as it And in this book is an argument that ought, if it is true, to fit the needs of those people who find it hard to restrain their appe¬ should be. Most raw meats need to he cooked in a pan which will tites, and their ever expanding figures, which begins thus: “ But hiss when they are put in. we cannot ent so freely when food is cold as when it is hot, it will be said. I know this, very well. People cannot eat so much of a Cold Curried Lamb Chop. thing when it is cool, as of that which is smoking. They cannot E. V. Lucas, in “ London Lavender," tells how a young man eat so much bread, so much meat, so much pudding, so many pota¬ got the idea for a new sort of a restaurant for busy men when, be¬ toes, so many cakes! They must ent a pound of hot bread. a pound cause of many distractions, he let his chop get cold and found it of pudding, a pound of johnny cake or buckwheat cakes, or two or delicious. Rather poor shoulder lamb chops, when pan broiled and three pounds of potatoes or hot baked apples, when half the quan¬ seasoned with a bit of curry, are not enticing hot, nor attractive to tity, or at most two-thirds, if cool, would satisfy their appetites— look at, but when cold they are spicy and can be trimmed or served at least if unperverted—far better, and be a thousand times better in various ways to be quite attractive if they are well cooked. for their health, to say nothing, for the present, of other advan¬ These make an excellent luncheon indoors or out. ges which would result from a little self-denial and retrench¬ JUNDAT SATURDAT FRIDAY THURSDAY VADNESDAI TUESDAT 3rcakfa MONDAT Breakfast Breakf. Breakfast Raked Fr Birnnden Mnlea vrn Sliced Oranges Coce. Prout Fruit of Beasor akfast and Cruam Barley Porrida ina Porrid Hot Can Ja Rioe Pancakes, Maple Strup Tonat Marmalade rat Tont Me Unin Conte Mna Ronar Coffee Mamade Ma Aun Lanehens Luncheon Luncheon Baum Cold Lamb Cvapa. 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April 22. 1928 SOMETHING FOR OUR LIGHTER HOURS JEW YORK. — (Special Correspondence.1 — Was it in the timo ol Henry Clay-or ie that only a clay pipè dream of mino-that gentle¬ men wore tight pantaloons with little strap adjusted under the instep? At all evente, ihe quiry is relevant in the face of somo brand n lounging pajamas of this spring. For Molynou has crosted some up-to-date boudoir togs in whie the trousers are strapped under the foot in the aama manne Of course, every season they introduce some nov¬ elty or otber into the lounging pajamas. Lor since has the bifuroated section of this attire be¬ thorouxhly emasculated. Long since have the de¬ them " to look just as aen signers boen ma " This spring these creaton and feminine as boudoir chie have redoubled their efforte and we find, together with that new Molynoux strap which I have spoken, some other spectacular dbanges of these is illustrated in our first skete This outfit created by Martial et Armar is typical of tbe new modich effoct. Evidenty you sce, the pajama trousers aspire to be like tho pantaloons mentioned above. The effect is quaint and unusual. Personally, I like this length and, whether yor destine this charming crestion for the sea shore or the boudoir, it offers a great deal of summer com¬ fort. But in addition to the trousers, our Martial et Armand suxgestion has other recommendations For one thing, it is so intensely practical. Far different from the usual elaborate and perishable confections of georgette and aatin d lame, thi¬ one is made of beige shantung. Ad angiting form a more sagacious choice sor ahip cabin, train berth, or just one's own broiling city room in A lut it does not confine its merits to the realm L ai practicality. It also sives you something very anart in the emphasis on polka dots, for the alceve Polka dots, the newest whim of Fashion be worn under the evening frock shows a Simplicity is the quality which makes for lees jumper under the gracesul eastern cont is made broad flat girdle, which adds to the suug fitchic in the combination shoun fourth from combine with the old fashioned idea of panta¬ of matehing chiffon with enormous polka dote. of the outer gurment. the left. Here the bloomers button in placi loon trousers in this lounging suit of beige Yes, this intrusive emblem has broken into Third, a distinctive house robe created by ond the flat girdle is again used. houdoir and in this case the dote—which aro pur chantung from Mortial et Armond, skeichedLelong is of foulord patterned in marron on —do everything to relieve a costume which 1 Last, this delightfully feminine ensemble at the extreme left. otherwise be almost somber in its practicality a thite ground. It is lined with uhite crepe intime is an airy concoction of lace and rose Next, a neu and exquisite combination tode chine. You will see that a band of this figured ma chiffon and comes from the house of Beor. ueaa le dell-nped daem al ln vanl. coat is unlined and finishes in the familiar Tus equipment, ie on the same lincs that ite predece many degrocs of sophistication. The model at ou lace is extended about the entire garment. In rovers. Before diamiming the model from your sors have chosen. That is to may, it is fashione extreme right reaches the climax of such sophisti¬ the back this border develops into a yoke. conscioumess, please note that the narrow belt of almost exactly like the dressing gown of the man cation, for this robe intimé is really an ensembl¬ The skirt ahows groupe of fine plaite re¬ the jumper is made of purple shantung and thi of the houschold. Unlike the pajama, the creatior intimé, and as such takes its place among the newer leased at the hom to produce the good o ple triangular pocket alipe over it, mulitary of this type has rejected all feminine advances and phases of the crestion in which we entertain at flare, and the jumper, which is ahort alec has preserved its tailored character in both eut and a our most intimate cir finishes in scallope pursuing a dlightly dia They have, of course, been doing ensembles II you were really going in for this boudoir choice of materiala. al line. The last attention is in the form of in a serious way you would have to own fi¬ All sorts and conditions of fabrie are chosen this province for some seasons, but the id a rose made of white ailk and velvet. Alto¬ «ix differont types of costume. There would the dressing gown, but this foulard patterned presented by Beer is a new exploitation o gether, a charming and unumal version of fluffy negligees and broakfast conts, there would be marron on a white ground, which was selected b ensemble intime. Made of rose colored chiff costume which will immediately presen tra gowns and numerous lounging pajamas. Lelong for the model in the center, seems to strike incorporates a jumper of fine white laco and the to the attention of the June bride. fimnately, bowever, the average woman noed pi just the richt igo between practicality and the lace functions further on the skirt in the form of nnoe in one's life one is entitled to such a fiu such strain upon her closet. Sbe can ge neoetrn u A lining of white crope arrow-shaped ins is this, and the trousseau undoubtedly point¬ niccly with a creation such as we have d hine is extended to form the ahawi collar wich The cont is an even moro savored beneficiary o to the logical realisation of that solitary privi¬ und with a dressing gown such as we chow in the surplice closing, the mannish cuffs and tho girdio this trimming touch. Ite back reveals five of the al un pund. last namod te finished with motife that one encounters on ilk ri d now how about lingerie itaelf? As we arron aun due ioe al uune an otit aguaa qu the aleover la chambra.' as tha Frunch exure iow, this substructure of our costumo is d vurn de is the foundation of our negligee formal of tes goune and hostess gouns there lie And in addition to this, a malloped'border of the likely to give itseli super aird. It reflects like A Story From EESY F Alan hadn't aven fit to anrue with che I'Il have my meals in peace and my dleep in peao « Begsed you to be more domestie," he —1 love another.. No, l’m sorry. Your stubbon driver it would never have happened. and I won’t be shoving my head under the pillov ness has completely killed my love. 8he loves me frowning. " Begged you to act more like a wi must stand there saying things like: He could bear Fay aying sorfully, " You mes to keep from hearing what you think of my family. listen. It couldn't pomibly bo . .. why, than a flapper. Bexged you to vear more clothes Soak that up on the aret and leave od some of tl bumors you," but he put that picture got in at 42d streot, didn't wo? I know, but it She turned over and mapped out ber light. his mind. quickly, Ie vus bis pieture, not Fay s what l've begxed you to do. ridiculous. Ridiculo Pay, remember that nigcht bow yo e. was mildly surprisod wben ahe heard the door e ? No. No. You laughed at rhat you did." Then hed aay, in a reverent ton behind him and his traveling bag. But ahe wrinkled She had tuxxed at his coataleeve at least mid that my dues at the club deprived you of times and said, " Alan .. ber nose and smiled to herself. He would bo bac dress overy tuo months? There'e one thing in time to catch the train the next day. Sbe kne train .. She has stopped using an ag but the mere ad tunged it away and as Ves, bue .. my dues at the club. They bring me peace. der since I aal her. She's length¬ touch o mething my own bome nover brouxht me! " and started in again. 80 on the third la him. He wouldn't hold on ened her dresses, Pay. No . . . l'm sorry, but 1 So, when train time came and there was no Alan ol the argumont, about the time the taxi driver got He looked around him. It certainly was peace¬ love her she was mildiy-and unpleasantly—eurprised again an ugly gleam in his eye and startod thumbing the ful, all right. There wam't even a fly bussing Then he would go out, with his head bowec handle of the door, the train got tired waiting for She wavered between calling him at the club an¬ while she sobbed on the davenport. That made k into his thought and sank be went them and simply pulled out and left them flat. making it up and taking the train alone. Taking the "Did you ever lower the him uncomfortable when he thouxht of Fay sob¬ train alone von out and Fay elimbed into a taxi an Fay ent down on their suitcase, up-ended. shadce and tiptoe so that I might be quist an bing on the davenport while he went out » est uben I caine home from the office? Did y broke all speed restrictions getting to the station. atared into apace with the expremion ol a wife meet some blonde, but he set his sips firmi She paid the taxi driver 82 without a murmur anc He paused and then shook his hoad. He'd ha¬ mas wilul and atubborn and ns seen worse men, but ahe can't remember where. was wrong. aner ua lall e 1" Alan sor scuttled through the gates just as they closod be¬ leave that out. She had, many a time. The game "why .. needed a les the dirty robber hind her with a clang. was that she'd have to bow her head and say no HE next night found him seated, after dinner n shame, to every question. He started again. Fay held her look of detached interest while ah How many times, " hod my, have 1 begred a fEANWHILE Alan sat in a big leather chait stared thoughtfully at a place in the marble floorins in the same chair, with two os the three men €dosing in the same chairs of tha night before, et the club, twiddling his thumbe aimipaaly you, begged you . . ." He mopped and tried to hat wae chipped. Our traine gone," ahe maid, with a litle thin nd wondering what in hell had poneme think of something he'd begged her for besides and the third asleep on the davenport. The man him to come to the club at all. It was as quiet an n poien, And malher night out playing pinochle. That didn't fit in th dge of disxust ente was tiptocing reverently about, picking up ash trays grave. There were throe men dosing in as many picturo Cery well. He'd bexxed her to wear ber rill be waiting euppe and putting clean ones in their places. Alan beck¬ O. dama coper e Alan aid irs and a servant was tiptoeing mournfully dresses longer and be'd bexsrd her not to get her ed him over. He leaned close, with a mysterious * All right." che esid. " Damn supper. You don' around. xuthering up neh trays and putting elean hair cut so ahort and to wear more clothes unde¬ remion on his face. ave to sweat getting it. ones in their pla Creat gume the Yanten played ton ber thin little silk dresses. Pay hadn aly, nn of ail te maanas e e var do matter i dan unatad ealled. Wam" clearing that stubbom! what I do, or how I do it, or when or where, throat. The ong. damn it. Il I had paid that taxi driver.. God! What looked around Wed have cauxht our train," che mid, goti oman! cautiously and 10 her fect. " Mother wouldn't have waited supp ould be en leaned and ahe wouid and we wouldn’t have quarreled. You make me o. .. Lete so home call him. He ee whispored, re were variations on that theme all the way ded into cortainy a air with e home and into tho night, with vituperations flyin ne hll back and forth across space between their beda And then he tip¬ 2 o'clock, perhaps beeause he had run out of retorts from its fir toed away agai bumempreanon Alan aat bolt upright and switched on his bed lam the thi Fay eat up and switched hers on. They glared Nothing. night, when Sam Tbe taui drivor and hie fare and el would ind ruch ot Scoxxins came in, to call that wom¬ train they had missed had long fuded into oblivio Alan was s Their varied insulte had found a thousand ne an. Some d tickled to see him ahe would wre things to be bitter about. He had draxxed up that he had to re¬ amount ahe'd spent on her last dress and ahe'd er lise that wa strain himself to ounted a fow ol his pinochle debts, with the dues her stub¬ keep from throw¬ for his membership at the Yale club coming clos ing his arma o its heels, and the amount she'd saved by doin Gut supponins around Sam's he met a woman »uch and such work instend of hiring it done, a neck and kiesit now and fell i how he'd treated mother the last time sbe visit¬ him madly. Sat them and what his sister had said to her the last settled back a an time they visited her, ad infinitum ad nauseam his leather cha He shook his arm menacingly at her. Vou don t know er and lighted a th to appreciate a uld aho be? Wile amy? She would de " he shouted. " 1 husband when you get had some one who would come over and bust y out, that's Po she'd be. me for those romarks you'd darn soon know wheth m fit to live with or not said firmly." she'd rexret "IIve then. Bet ahe t enough to bust you onc.” ahe said 1—she'e at her molhers ou wouldn't be aitting there wavin call him and be witheringly. vour fist ut me liko a maniac. Youre a fine subje to sce him. He'c Bane do qun da lo visit mother. Go out there looking like a thur take some of th dercloud and have all the neighbors pitying me bo¬ stubbornnem ou gins mid, con¬ un lmured a prna then. He'd templating th To hell with you," he mid, putting his fect on F.y. tip of his cigar. the floor and searching frantically around for his we you a lie- He chucklec richt rlipper. “l'm not going to your mothers time of allegi¬ Waterton lake, in Waterton Lakes National park, which is just across the without waitin ance. Yes. 1 tlow do you like that? l'm goina to the club. An Canadian borde cier National park, Montano l’m going to stay there. How do you like that? come back—but Cetnnteu « mirror all the moods and vagaries of the mod and for this reason some lingerie this spring display a few eccentricities of conduct. For one thing, the waist is often made higher in order to humor the mood of the gown. For another, the combinations sometimes display a diagonally placed girdle and frequently a flare where the dare ouxht to be. There are really, however, few startling innova¬ tions in this province. Now. as alwaya, the most beautiful underwear ie that which is most o tive. Now. as alwaya, our de luxe models d¬ for their charm on the exquisite quality of the handwork involved. A good example of this i found in the combination second from the left of our page. Here is a model designed by the famous house of Worth, and it is, of course, destined for the evening costume. It is made of pink chiffon trimmed with the finest black lace and the lace applied in scallops both on the akirt and coraas Tho former is made with those guther at the aide which distinguish many of the latest offeringe, and above this is inset a wide girdle which, in addition to defining the higher waistline, girde the hips in manner that should give no offense to your new¬ est evening gown. These inset girdies of various types are decidedi a feature of the spring lingerie, and again Worth chows it in the model illustrated by our fourth sketch. This is something really quite new in lingerie and for those whose spirite are depressed by a constant insubordination of the elastio in bloomers, it offers a roseate festure. Instead o clastie, these bloomers fasten with buttons, and sor this resson—they stay in place. This combination of the chemiss and bloomer la, indeed, a suggestion of all around merit and on¬ which proves that the loveliest examples of French lingerie are frequently severe in their ideas of orns¬ mentation. Severely tailored, in fact, is this sky blue georgette crepe with its insets of self material bands on bloomers and bodice. Yet it leaves noth¬ ing to be desired (Coovrisht: 1928: M The Chleaso Tridune.) 4 Other views of today's models. Real Life he said. " You wouldn't be fool enough to let that alick looking woman of yours out of your sight one if you didn't have to. Did you bear about y Larkin *No." Alan said weakly. " What about him?" Sam puffed meditatively once or twice and ted soberly at the tip of hie cigar once moro. ifc'e suing him for divorce," he said shortly. He's half eras Non-das came Alan murmuned, rumnin ger around one side of his collar nervously Well, it aveme tbey naver did get alons s Voud vovgt haue ll." Sam maid between gen l vond pun in uuman= lui Uun aid. Naud uner harn nungeled " Well, anyway, I guess everything wus all right up until about a month ago, when they had their last fight. He got all het up and maid a lot thinge he didn't mean and ahe said a lot of thin abe didn’t mean and he banged off down to the lub. Said he wouldn't come home until she called imand- ahe didn't call him? " Alan aa " Sam mid, " che gete lonesome there at home alo dun aud da pu und paln und van d "Alan mid, on the edge of his chair. "And be lets her go," Sam mid. "This » mod du " Alan maid impatientiy. Nall, i vreme dat iber s vone lellon dhes me with out there in tho sticke before she meets ry and ahe sees him again. He's nover married and he tells her that be's never boen able to find girl that took her place, and . . . what could vou expect? She falis in love with him all over agnin, So Jerry gets it in the neck. He ouxhi have called her. There's nothing will get a wor quite as quick as a hashed up romance after ahe just been told how little she amounts to by some an shes supposed to live with the rest of her He hove to his feet presently with, * Well, the wife's waiting sor me to play somo bridge with some lens. l've got to run aloug. Cive my regards Alan nodded. He was deep in thouxht. There was that old beau of Fay's . . . Frank something or other, and she'd gone with a man by the nam of Tom Caulkins. Alan delivered himself of thre or four good montal kicks in the panta. And there was that fellow who always went home sor his vaca¬ tions . . . the New York broker who had nover married . . . aho'd gone with him, too. An hour inter Pay took her chin from her hand d her cyes from the gravel path in front of her mother's house to take a telegram from the town ono messengor boy. 8he tore it open with trem¬ ing fingera It was from Alan and it eaid: "Taking next train. Love to mother. Be no Lots ol lov ALAN. And the memenger boy, who was a small tom young man and accordingly unused to demonstra¬ tions of any sort, thought it strange when abe amudged kisses all over such an uninteresting mes¬ sage. -But be shelved his speculations on the way home, becnuse abe gave him a dollar tip and it was d de dever ad e Mone
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Chicago Sunday Tribune A.ROX Bo HITIOIT WIATICICITTIIOTEN BRONN I came to myself.. The and brandy were my only food. I couldn’t sleep. I omous dive from the (For a month before they met, and one oj them brief elation was gone. I couldn’t rest. By rights. I should have pulled out killed the other, chance alone kept Capt. A. Roy clouds behind, came five felt tired, dead. There and gone. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t go off and of the circus Brown and Baron Manjred von Richthofen from an was a crazy impulse to leave the flight in the middle of this stink. Fair as you could encounter. Their contact began on March 21, 1918 fling the controls over, want! But when I first when Richthofen's jamous circus appeared on the I was afraid to stay; still more afraid to go fall to the ground, end i front where Brown's flight of five planes was sta¬ caught the flashingo So I carried on, wondering—wishing for the in¬ all. In a kind of mac those multicolored Alba¬ tioned. In the first installment the author describea evitable end. For I had little hope of coming fear of myself, I streakec trosses I felt the cold his first combat with the ace's crack squadron, and through. I had seen too many men go. In my off toward Marie Clair how he vanquished one of the German flyers. This chills begin to play ur present state, after eighteen months of flying over Nord weck he tells how he knocked down three more.) and down my spine. the North sea and at the front, I felt it was only a The flight all got there Then my hear matter of time until I followed them west. but, alas, not safely jumped. Over my shoul¬ INSTALLMENT II. Banbury crashed landing WO days of dud weather at Marie Claire Nord der I saw a pale pink and As I arrived they were Bringing Them to Earth green dragonfly swoop at made patrols impossible. This gave us back me viciously. My old mournfully pulling him a little life. Then, on the morning of April 10, HE red noses staggered through the sky, drunk from his wrecked Camel friend of the Houtholst we cruised around for half an hour to learn the land¬ with fatigue. He had escaped in the forest scrap! Fine! I'd marks. A church steeple here. A pond there. A I looked anxiously around at the pilots of circus scrap near Bailleu show him. twist of the river or a crossroads by a wood my flight. The four of them seemed to be to die half an hour late Last time he had es¬ For when you came out of a dog fight, after flying in their sleep. I wished we were safely at —a victim of his own fa caped by spinning when skittering all over the sky, you frequently had not Marie Claire Nord, forty miles west, instead of just tigueon the face of the I was about to pump a the slightest idea of your whereabouts until sud¬ leaving Bailleul. new airdrome. Poor burst into him. And denly, “ Ah, the battered château!” and you were The fear that we would bump into Richthofen' Banbury—a good scout now he had the advan¬ able to make a birdline for the drome circus again would not down. We were all in. Dud days followed a tage, swinging like this A 10:30 a. m. we went out again on an offensive It was on the morning of March 29, 1918, and our Marie Claire Nord. We on my tail. patrol. Our job was different from that of the location at the moment was midway on the line went up daily, but could All of a sudden, when circus. Theirs was merely to rove, seeking prey between Ypres and Lille, where the boche was try¬ not find a Hun. Evident I saw this Hun, I felt We were to patrol the line between Albert and ly the Richthofen circus ing to smash through on his last great drive for the good, electric, vital. The Hangard. If we let enemy planes past, it was a Richthofen's all-red Fokker, snapped by an alert photographer as it left the ground had been moved to an channel ports. blood raced through my question of on a flight that boded no good to British airmen. The German ace was There was little doubt that members of the circus other part of the line veins. The bus leaped to “ Where the hell were you? Are you blind, or were operating along the sector. They were a big piloting a plane of this type when Captain Brown's bullet stopped him We began to think we my touch. There was a merely sightless? What do you think you’re on the factor in German offensives. Ordinarily nothing should not meet again. duel on our hands. Somme for—a bloody joy ride? Get out and fight, would have pleased me better than a joust witl Then, April 6, came orders to move, and the nex I swished up over in a zoom that went to the determined to go after him—rip into him the mo you blistered sons! Get out and stop ’em. them. We already had met and bested them up ment he came out of the spin—but, as I nosed to day we flew eighty miles south to the Somme head like wine. Whipping around in an Immel¬ After an hour's flying I spotted an Albatross two The airdrome was by the railroad track at Ber bevond Ypres. But now I was afraid. dive, another Albatros came straight at me. mann. I flung forward in a quick swing. Gooc seuter near Villers-Bretonneux, on our side of the Fifty virtually sleepless hours had sapped the enough! He was still over me, but without advan¬ A mad jerk at the stick—over and back—and I tangles, on the edge of a small wood some five lines. Signaling to the others, I went right at him strength of my flight. Rain soaked moves by lorries flipped around right on his tail. miles north of Amiens tage. An even break. l’d have him now Again our hopes revived of once more matchin diving hard. He stalled, making me miss, flopped Fine. A bull's-eve. wo hundred rounds streamed over atrocious rouds had drained our last ounce of I shot into a cirele and he came right on my tail around and started for home. Climbing fast.1 from my guns. He took them full in the vitals. A it with the Red Knight's men. We wanted them energy Soon we were whirling round and round in a mad now. We were ready for them. Here was the heart got behind him again and took another drag As we left the airdrome by the Cassel road wes shudder struck the plane. It see-sawed; rolled over Maypole, until the planes staggered with the drag Again I missed, while he continued to streak for of a real war; the boche battering to break through; of Bailleul and zoomned over in the climb for height on its back. I circled, ready to pour another drag of the dizzy turning. Hunland there was no attempt to keep formations. Heads if necessary. the British flinging in every last ounce to hold him. But I was beating him. As in the former en I was due to go on leave. My soul yearned for it. This made me peeved. A glance showed me the hanging, backs sagging, the pilots flew like dead It wasn’t. I had notched my second circus score counter, my lighter Camel outelimbed his Albatros flight hovering above to protect me from surprise The Albatross, its dead pilot hanging by his belt, I would have given my hopes of eternity for a week men. Even their machines seemed dead Gradually the level of my circles drew above his in London—a week of luxury, wine, women, awaj attack. So 1 crossed after him into enemy’s territory At that moment the boche, from his new lines on Now, now, now!—I’d pull out straight and dive at began to sideslip like a falling leaf. Even at that, from this damnable flying, this damned sky chasing That two-seated blighter had the devil's luck. the east edge of the town, archied us disagreeably. followed until it buried itself in a bank of cloud him, with bullets smashing through the propeller. was faster. I could outclimb, outfly, outmaneuver I looked around. The sky was empty. Not ever for enemies to kill Even this failed to arouse the flight But he outguessed me again. him, but I couldn’t crash him. Again and again I I was a nervous wreck. My insides were frozen At last—when we were 12,000 feet up and well Just as my hand tensed on the stick he jerked a wisp of smoke hung around as evidence of our tight. My stomach had ceased to function. Milk (Continued on page seven.) headed for Marie Claire Nord—suddenly, in a ven¬ himself out of the circle in a sinking spin. I was scrap.
MY FICHT WITH RICHTHOFEN By A. Roy Brown (Continued from page jour.) The plane lay where it This morning we cloud¬ We were heavily Archied, sitting at 2.000 feet had stopped, unhit, un¬ raked him, but I could not hit his vitals. He must climbed 18,000 feet on our over the trenches, and got rapidly fed up, especiul¬ hurt. The installation ot huve been all metal an inch thick. own side and then shot six ly as our S. E. 5 friends seemed to have disap¬ " l'U get you. you pup, or you'll get me!" a new petrol filter soon miles into Boche territory. peared. We spotted them at last, straggling about fixed it for flight. At last. in disgust, I took a position behind and When we reached Chipilly not below us but 1,000 feet overhead. But how to get out? above him, in the direct zone of fire from his aft on the Somme we turned Imagine our surprise when we saw them, at that Shells were still coming gun, and decided to sit there until one of us went back west, hoping to come height, stick their noses down, fire a delicate burst over from the direction down. on some still-hunting planes and then zoom up again, as if they had been bitten. of Villers-Bretonneux. Cruck! between there and the lines They sighted us. They must have been ashamed, Not enough to worry I got it. At once we caught sight of for they swung under us by about 200 feet and about, though each fresh The engine stopped. Gas flooded the floor ot two Fokker triplanes just popped off a few more rounds. shell added to the rough¬ the cockpit. And a quick glance showed me over lamotte. They had was low—2.000 feet over the Boche reserve trenches. ness of the slope. So this was their idea of ground strafing! about 12.000 feet. We I paced the hill, seck¬ I flipped out of the Albatross' line of fire and A brute of a barrage underneath was sending up a swooped right at them. ing a space big enough to crouched down in the cockpit. cloud of dirt. And here we had to sit on top of it We struck a hornets' nest. take off. Thirty yards Trouble enough! The filter cup which carried The two became eight- taking instructions from a safety first fleet of cold was absolutely the petrol to the engine had been split by a bullet. eight Fokker triplanes. Six footed clowns. Windy war pilots! For over an longest run. It might do Losing height rapidly, I tried with my finger to had been nesting in the hour we had to endure this lovely version of a war. —at a pinch. plug the flow. I could not manage it. There wus clouds. We did not break We dragged our tails back home, disgusted. I told the mechanics. not time to get my gloves off. for safety. We merely won- We pushed the old red I was now down almost on the lines. From 1.000 EXT day’s weather was pretty dud. A num¬ dered how much advantage nosed bus back until its feet below Archies were banging away with gusto these eight new type Fok- ber of new pilots arrived from the aviation tail skid lay on a duck- Any moment now there might be a thud—a flash¬ kers would have over our pool, among them May, whom Richthofer board well over the edge and I would be an angel instead of an aviator. was to be chasing when I dived and downed him. five tried and trusty Camels of a hole. It faced the I took these boys up and tootled around behind My mark was the nearest YOW they missed hitting me as I slid over them side of the hill. The plane, a circus gent striped the lines to give them the feel of advanced front Ido not know, but I landed safely on the west chocks went under the red und blue all over. For flying before they really went forth to do or die. side of a hilltop northeast of Cachy. wheels und a burst of en¬ these were planes with the The weather was wretched until April 17, when It was a hill pitted with shell holes, and I had gine showed everything Richthofen markings. we went out on a job of ground strafing—a sequel not the faintest idea whether it was within our lines I dived 6,000 feet full out Now," I said to the no doubt, to the masterly instruction we had re¬ or the Germans’. It was a whale of a trick, dodging He started to Immelmann, ceived shell holes as the Camel rolled to a full stop on engineer officer, “wil and in a flash I realized he We stayed out over two hours, but saw few signe a flat stretch by the side of a shattered wood. you take one of the me- was not as expert as he This bunch of battered sticks—stark, gaunt of a war. We just paddled around quietly, taking chanics and lie on the might have been, or he desolate—was. I found out afterward, the Boi¬ in the sights, then slid back to Bertangles. tail. holding her down would not have pulled uj l’Abbe. At the moment I was sure it was in the hard? You other men No flying on April 18 or 19. The 20th, however thus in front of me. hands of the Boche. In my heavy flying coat, still dawned decently, and we went up at 10 a. m. Ot get under the wing on I slung a drag of 100 going west, I began to lumber towurd its shelter that morning’s operations I have the following log each side. Dig your rounds right into him. He as fust us I could. My hands were doubled in heels in, brace your book entry: fell over, slipped into a ver¬ front of me so that I could shoot them up in sur¬ backs, and hang like hel Dived on some Fokker triplanes. Opened tical dive, burst into flames render on the slightest provocation. against the edge. Then fire on one, which turned over on its back. I had no time to ponder They almost went up. A soldier with a rifle ap¬ 1’Il open her up. When 1 side-slipping. stalling, and diving out of control. on my third cireus killing peared at the edge of the trees. He seemed to be yell, let her go. Then There was a triplane on my These brief lines are the record of my fourth covering me. Then I suw he was a Tommy. drop. tail. His tracers came un¬ circus victim. “Hello, there! ” I said cheerily. I screeched like a delir¬ pleasantly close. A quick My fiſth was to come next day. This was to be "'Ullo, sir!” he said. “ Welcome ’ome. ious owl. They heard me flip over in a vertied turn Richthofen. I did not know that. I had not the He directed me through the trees. There was above the roar of the took me out of his fire. slightest premonition. most unholy strafe on. The Huu, who had seen motor. They dropped. looked up. Richthofen? the plane land, was plastering the hilltop with a With a jerk the machine Gosh! My old friend of Going to bed. I wondered who he was—what he varied assortment of metal. shot forward. It seemed the pale pink and green, ul was. Wondered if he existed in the flesh. If he Evidently he had not calculated that the old bus glued to the ground. At dolled up in his new Fok- was a myth. If his nanie was just Hun propa¬ would keep on going to the edge of the wood. Hac the end of the runway Richthofen wrote on this picture, which they sent to their mother: “ How do ker! Well met, for the ganda it stopped where it landed it would soon have been the wheels sank below you like your two bad boys?" Manfred (left) and Lothar von Richthofen. third time! Now we'd set- Had there been a series of Richthofens—man a battered memory. But it did not get a scratch. the rim of the shell hole tle it for keeps. I felt good. after man sent out as a war trick to boost the Ger¬ A shot of brandy in an artillery dugout gave back and I set myself for the inevitable crash. bumped into a flock of ten Albatross two-seater Quickly I realized that my old bus had the man flying morale, and at the same time build up to life some of its charm. And when, at last, I got s But I felt her lift. She picked up in a flash bombing Amiens, with a dozea scouts in flights of measure of his three-tiered crate. a bogy to frighten enemypilots? message through by telephone the wing was tickled clearing the far edge by inches. We were in the four protecting them. The five red noses winged Gradually I worked above him. Once again, as Frankly, I never thought of Richthofen as » The other fellows had reported me down inside the without hesitation for this considerable flotilla. on previous occasions. I was about to dive, when human being. When I thought of him at all¬ German lines. A quick kick at the rudder—downhill and over he waved his hand cheerily and went into his old I dived straight at the four nenrest scouts. Ther which was often—it was as a vague unreality. If A car cume for me. Dinner was just over when the wood. We were off. ran. I looked around, and ull over the sky enemy he lived, why had I never met him? I reached the mess, und I got a great welcome I was still struggling between pleasure at hi¬ Mist and clouds blanketed me before I had planes were skinning for home. As I flopped into bed, little did I think that the Resurrertion drinks all round, several times. Short¬ friendliness and disgust at his escape when another climbed 200 feet. The Hun could not see to pot next day I was to meet him in the air for the first But next day before brealfust we bud a rea ly afterward, low us a toad in spite of the binge, 1 Fokker came at me, spitting, and I in tur hac me. But it made flying blind man's buff. time and the last. I might have been scared if I huffing match with the circus in a new guise. For flopped into bed. to throw myself into a spin. had known that within twelve hours Richthofen Indeed. I missed cutting into a balloon rope nose Thought of the old bus up there by the trencher the first time we met them mounted in their new When I pulled out of it, every plane had van¬ on by a pull to starboard that nearly wrecked the would be dead—killed by my guns as he dived to Fokker triplanes. We were curious as to how these worried me. It did not seem square to leave it out ished. I headed home, to find the flight all back reap his eighty-first victory. « It was well not to bus. Skirting Amiens, I quickly reached Bertangles fancy decks of cards would act. there alone. And I had told the commanding officer unhurt know. and was back on the drome before 8 a. m. I could fly it out. That gave me a problem to It was a clear. bright, cheerf d morning. On such That evening we went out on a protection patro (Copyright: 1928: By The Chicaso Tribune.) ponder. This was on April 11. That day I went out on a day and at such an hour as this the Hun had with a squadron of S. E. 5s. Their job was to Morning had not yet dawned when, accompanied patrol at 2 p. m. and had a fruitless skirmish with , decided advantage. He could sit in tho sun, hidden machine gun enemy trenches south of Villers (The Canadian war dird's oun story of hou he by an engineer officer and three mechanics, I start¬ the circus. and wait for us to come up. We had to fly cast Bretonneux. Incidentally, they were to give us a met and killed the Red Knight of Germany is told ed buck by lorry on the fifteen mile ride. We had not been up ten minutes when we blinded by the glare. lesson in ground strafing. in next SUNDAYS TRIBUNE.)
December 17, 1927 4 (Reading time: 15 minutes 40 seconds.) [EDITOR’s NOTe: Captain Brown did not know that his victim in the historic dog fight on Sunday morning, April 21, 1918, was Richthofen. In his official report he referred only to the destruction of a“ pure red triplane.” A few hours later, when the German ace had been identified, Australian machine-gunners claimed to have killed him from the ground. A third claim was entered by the occupants of two Australian two-seaters, whom Brown’s greatly outnumbered flight had saved from death in the midst of twenty-two German planes. IV. What Price Glory? * Who killed Cock Robin?” “I,” said the sparrow, “ With my bow and arrow. I killed Cock Robin." HE question was: Who had killed Richthofen: Iwas absolutely sure that I had shot him down. Two pilots of my flight—Lieuten- ants May and Mellersh—had seen him crash. Such evidence would have been enough after My Fighi Richthofen's burial at Bertangles, France. British fliers are shown Sori lowering the body into the grave. L In my mind’s eye I could see the tracers By A. ROY BROWN strike his elevators, tear along the fuselage, pour into the cockpit. I could see him crumple. And yet Australian machine-gunners were em¬ Who phatic in their contention that they had brought him low by bullets from the trenches. Killed the Red Knight? Indeed, the Australian command had lost no time in recommending that two infantrymen The Story of the be awarded the Distinguished Conduct Medal for their allegedly successful effort in potting Amazing Controversy that him. They meant to grab glory while the grab- bing was good. Followed His Fall Then there was the claim of the R. E. 8s- artillery observation planes, barge-like two- any ordinary combat. One witness usually seaters, whom we had saved from extinction sufficed to cause acknowledgment in orders for by hurling ourselves at the circus—that they an enemy downed. But apparently Richthofen had finished him. was a bird of another color. Why, Richthofen had been in the habit o It looked as if credit for his death was not picking off such blighters as an appetizer be¬ going to be won without a second battle. fore breakfast! Their claim was an audacity. I felt suddenly sick of the whole business. They must have been back at their base¬ What, in a way, did it matter whose hand had thanking God that they were still alive—about done the trick? The main thing was that his the time he died. career of killing was at an end. ICONTINUED ON NEXT PAGE)

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