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"THE THOUGHTLESS WIFE" Ras "PLAYING WITH FIRE" By Mildred. Barbour CHAPTER 46 : THE ONE WHO PAYS Three hours later, Charlotte was © sitting in a cell at the county jail. There were several other women with her awaiting arraignments on various charges. Chagotte was be: ing held pending the "outcome of Hill's injuries, There seemed little chance that he would escape death, When the police officials had ar- rived at-the house in response to 'the village doctor's telephone call, they had taken Charlotte immediate: ly into custody. They seemed to have little faith in her innocence. She made no protest when they placed her under -arrest, but she again declared: "I didn't do it. T don't know how ijt happened. 1 didn't even see it; I had thrown the revolver away after threatening to kill myself and failing. 1 was lying face dowfiward on the divan when the shot rang out and I sat up to see Mr. Hill on the floor, That's all." "He could have had no motive for suicide?" an officer had asked her: "None whatever that I know of." "You'd been quarreling." She flushed. "Hardly that. Mr. Hill had want- ed me to do something whieh I had refased to do." Under the officer's suspicious, searching glance, her cheeks burned and she lowered her gaze. She knew that he was thinking: "and so you shot him." She was permitted to go to the jail in her own car, but there was an officer beside her and a police- man, and not her chauffenr, was he- hind the wheel. Several doctors and a nurse were in attendance upon Hill, Their faces were grave, but they would not admit that he was past help. At the jail, Charlotte was forced to tell her story again and again. She did so dully, monotonously, but as often as she repeated it, it waver- ed in no smallest detail. She was § lovely, pitiful spectacle in the dingy room where the prisoners were questioned. The dim light from a hanging lamp shone on her fair hair. There were deep purple shadows under her eyes--eyes that questioned the terrible thing that had happened 40 her, as a hurt animal questions the faces of those who inflict injury upon it. She still wore_the evening gown she had donned for dinner, with only a light chiffon wrap over her bare arms and shoulders. A single emerald on a | slender platinum chain, suspended around her throat, flashed green, baleful fire in the dingy room. She was finaly led away to a cell which held four or five ather women. They looked up at her curiously and then relapsed into lethargy. Charlotte seated herself gingerly { on the end ef a hard, wooden bench. The stench of the prison sickened her. She could see her surroundings only dimly by the light that sifted through the bars from the corridor. Her fellow-prisoners seemed in the main undisturbed by their plight. Oné was a negress, fat and blowsy, who slept noisily in a corner. Be- side her was an old woman, emaciat- ed and shabby, with straggling, gray locks. Her eyes were sunken and her claw-like fingers moved with the futile groping of a drug addict. Two girls, sullen, painted, wear- ing their tawdry finery defiantly and proclaiming, in every feature, their age-old profession occupied the farther corner. Next to Charlotte sat a pretty, trim, little creature who blithely re- fused to be depressed by the, reeking atmosphere. She Was whistling a little tune under her breath and her slim foot in its high heeled slipper kept time on the stone floor. Char- lotte could see that she was smart- ly, if over-extravagantly, dressed. Her perfume relieved the fetid air of the prison. She turned to Charlotte finally, revealing under the brim of 'her small hat a pair of saucy, black eyes. "It's tough, isn't it, waiting like this?" she said pleasantly. 'What are you up for?" Charlotte could feel her sympathy through. her amazing frankness. She answered quietly: "I'm accused of shooting a friend. They are waiting to see if the wound proves fatal." "A man?" the girl asked prompt- ly. Charlotte nodded. "Good for you," said the girl, nodding her head approvingly. "I'm not wishing any trouble on you, understand, but I hope he dies; it will be one less of the beasts in the world. If I'd had a gun, I'd have a dead husband otnight. The dirty little rat!" Her small fist clenched. angrily. "You quarreled?" Charlotte ask- ed. "You bet we did! That's why I'm here. Drunk and disorderly, that's the charge. He ran away, the gkunk. I'm waiting: for a friend to. come bail me out." A dark figure loomed suddenly in the corridor. A guard unlocked the cell-door, stepped in, and bending down, whispered hoarsely in Char- lotte's ear: "He died five minutes ago!" (Copyright, * 1926, Metropolitan Newspaper Service, New York). MODERN TORTURE SWoodstock Sentinel-Review) Detectives in' convention assembled at Atlantic: City recently passed a re- solution condemning "third degree" methods, and declaring: that fair Tton- fessions cannot be obtained by fore: ing physical and mental breakdown. The "third degree" is a form of tor- ture which has survived from other times when there was less regard for humanity as such than there is today. Detectives do well ito condemn it, for | it usually fails in its own .purpose Courts today are properly suspicious of all evidence so obtained. Besides, it is an evidence of lack of true de- tective skill, NY cago. '1a; thm 7 _- That indefatigable prodwerr if cin ema art, Cecil! B. DeM lle prepaning to film the storw of tie biploge, a. 1 one expe! wm tea anv dav cued" iis to supn'n wer =Turen'n oo vo Nae 3 ---- [URL TE & pai 33Geve Cf it's. ree mone eo "3 tr: «un woman sawrce. No wonder w.. missus has, all the «+ iale Courier and Express. tel THE OSHAWA DAJY REFORMERACRIDAY.=JULY 30, 1926 1 AWALEO 4... Ti BATCHES nr Gini FLAN r Knocled He Fi ially, PEAS Powy: Twice Before | Hide On s up Oinig. man (Babe) Ruth fielding record bv: cate ing a bas a. © New york, July, 29.--George Her- blished a ngw/ abalt from a swiftly moving airplane at an altitude of 250 feet.. catch at@itchell Field, L.I,, as a pub- He. made the AF raining Camps. | From a percentage. viewpoint he tos 7 qiled to field" up to standard, as he accepted but one chance out of seven. As the ball descerided its momentum was so great that in, several attempts ae narrowly avoided injury. The plane moved at-a rate of more than 100 miles an hour. ! f - Although Ruth's, achievement is more unusual begausé of the moving plant, balls thrown ' from greater heights have been caught. Walter (Gabby) "Street of the Washington | Senators established the record some 'years: ago by. catching a ball dropped from: the Washington Monument, a distance of 555 feet, 5 inches. To add to the difficulty of Ruths feat he licity stunt for: the Citizens' Military had a" catcher @ mite a : Wore Guard Uniform © "= As Babe came onto the field the thermometers in the vicinity registered 100 degrees. He wore a . national guard uniform and carried his glove. 7 In short order he had removed: his' 0.D. coat, revealing a shirt intended for a man considerably less bulk. His face was flaming red. Capt. H. M. McClelland, post adju- tant, made the flight ina Sopwith pur- suit plane; and the first ball' was drop- ped at an altitude of 1,000 feet. Ruth missed. ity by about 100 feet and it scattered a; 'group of photographers. His efforts beneath the burning sun caused him to consume three glasses of ice water and request a conference wore a fielder's glove, while - Street . with the pilot. As a result of the con- | erence the second, attempt was made Pion yr attitude-of feet. - Again the ball' fawded "with a dull thud far' front' the Bambino's wide stretched hands. As' on the first oc- casion it zigzagged erratically, due to the 'wind. Captain McClelland was signalled to Jand and after another conference took the air again to try a drop at between 200 and 300 feet. This he did. and Ruth, after a. fifty foot run, managed to locate the ball's course accurately that it struck his chest pit knocked him down. . : Arising unhurt he remarked that hist sensation was that of a man trying to stop a bullet. "I can't judge it," he ex- claimed, "the wind carries it all over the place." try, hy PE -------- : Perspiring fredly and redder in the face' than ever fié made @ folirth at- tempt 'with the Same result, The bull struek him on the shoulder dnd again knocked him down. He arose more slowly than on the previous occasion and. was obviously annoyed. On the fifth. attempt although - hes got his hands on the ball, it struck' His: chest resoundingly. The sixth ball: was carried out of reach by' the wind and then came the final and successful as. ne «Capti: McClelland; while: wéll insfront af the player, tossed the ball and it fell with mcreasing speed. Despite its erratic. descent Ruth judged. ip. accur- ately although it twisted suddenly just above his head. It struck his. glove. and "staggered him but he held to it. WHEN RETTER A " EY 1" : ie & x . i ¥ ' & AT oro MORILES ARE hd i vi _ - -- BUI 6 ie LT. MsLAU HLIN-B U1 BS. de ARE ex CK WILL BUIRD y {RE TRUE BR