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and Smythe flee in a Pl car, Smythe confesses his love and says they must be mar- vied at once. Believing he loves her for herself alone, Vera tells him the truth, substantiating her identity with Jerry's letter. Smythe is furious, revealing him- self as a fortune hunter, How- ever, he retrieves when it occurs to him this girl may really be the princess, who is tryingg to out- smart another man, Twe men stop them and Vera is taken with them in an airplane to a shack in the moun- tains, PRINCE IVAN, Vivian's ex-husband, awaits her there. Vera and the prince are horrified when the men immediately an- nounce they will hold them for a ransom from the Crandalls. Vera convinces the prince, who is furious at the discovery Vera is not his wife, that they must play the part, otherwise the men, angered at find- ing her unable to draw a ransom, will murder them, Meantime Jerry Macklyn in New York reads of what has happened at the Minnetonka, At the office, Jerry is stunned when a stenog- rapher, ROSEMARY FITCH, tells him she saw Vera that morning in a subway jam, her old plain self again, wearing spectacles, She tells him she gave her one of the advertising booklets in which Vera's pictures appear. Jerry gets a phone and a request to come immediately to an address in the Bronx, Jerry surmises it is VIVIAN CRANDALL herself who is summoning him and he hur- ries away. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXXVII For an instant after the door was opened to him, Jerry Macklyn felt an absurd conviction that he was gaz- ing upon Vera Victoria Cameron as . she had been before he had conceived his disastrous scheme of transforming her into a beauty. But it was for an instant only. For the woman who was searching his face unsmilingly was neither like the old Vera nor the new, and yet strangely reminiscent of hoth of them, Her hair, a dark, gleaming coppery red, was parted m the middle and brushed smoothly toward the ears, where twin braids were coiled like mall wheels and pinned close to the hea \ Her complexion was flawless in its eyen pallor, unrelieved by rouge, but like the old Vee-Vee's, her eyes were di sed behind "large, horn-rimmed : DAILY TIMES, MONDAY SEPTEMBER 26, 1927 1 don't mind telling you that I'd rather lock you in this apartment and keep you prisoner than to let you endanger her life by informing the police and the press that you are safe and that the kidnapped girl is an imposter." "I don't blame you," she smiled, and a faraway look came into her eyes, "I know what jt means to love like that. Do you, think that if I had spue with ber-tinted | "How do you do, Miss Craig?" he saidk He was careful to leave the initiative to her. The name on her bell 'was "Craig" and that was what he wwuld call her until she chose to give 'him Jenuission to address her by helr real name. "Come in, Mr, Macklyn," she direct- ed him gravely. "I rent this place furnished," she explained negligently, in her low, im- personz:l, but musical voice, A voice not unlike Vee-Vee's, he decided, ex- cept flor its faint flavor of blended Contin ental accents, "Mr, Macklyn, do yout know why I sent for you?" she askied abruptly, "] is A I do," Jerry smiled at her. He could not feel ill at ease with her. She seetmed too much like the girl he loved ta be a stranger to him, "You are Vivian Crandall, of course, I had been expecting word from you all day, ever sitice my secretary. told me this morning that she had ¥¥en Miss Cam- eron inthe subway. I knew of course that she had not seen Miss Cameron but you." "Ah!" Vivian Crandall raised the enchanting eyebrows which Jerry had used as a model for the new Vee-Vee's brows. "You are disarmingly frank, Mr. Macklyn. I suppose I may as well remave these horrid glasses? | am really, not myself at all with them on," and she lifted them from her nose and dropped them to the couch beside her * with a little grimace of dis- taste. " "So I am really like this mysterious double of mine, this girl who has heen so unfortunate as to be kidnapped while she was playing the adventuress?" Vivian Crandall drawled. "She is not an adventuress, she has not posed as Vivian Crandall, and she is in danger of her life through no fault of her own," Jerry leaned forward and frowned. ! "1 suppose it is an accident also that she has a haircut exactly like the one 1 wore home from Paris, the one I have worn in all my recent photographs and in the portrait: that was painted in Paris this spring?" "No, it was not an accident," Jerry answered bonestly, his face flushing darkly, "If you'll be patient with me, I can explain the whole situation in a few words--account for that book- let that Miss Fitch gave you on the subway this morning." Vivian Crandall drew the hooklet from beneath a sofa cushion and sat regarding the photographs of her double with broodingly intent eyes while Jerry made his straight-forward explanation, taking all the blame upon himself and absolving Vee-Vee so carefully that when he had finished his audience lifted her lovely head and smiled deeply into his eyes. "You're .very much in love with her, aren't you, Jerry Macklyn? Lucky girl!" "I am," he answered honestly, "And RADIO SERVICE AND REPAIR WORK A phone call will bring prompt attention, R.E., our Seryice Superintendent, is specially qualified in Radio and it is our desire to give a service heretofore unequalled, Mr. Yates, AM. Generator and Starter Co., Lid. am sure that your reasons are good t to go to the police I would have sent for you? You have not asked me why I am here, or why my parents have been so foolish as to put de- tectives on my trail, dragging your poor little sweetheart into the net that they set for me." "No,® Jerry shook his head. "And T won't ask you. I have no right, I qnes, or they would not he yours," "You are a very gallant gentleman, Jerry Macklyn," Vivian Crandall smiled at 'him, "You'll remain hidden then, and let your parents phy ransom for the wrong girl, if the kidnappers demand ransom, as they ' undoubtedly will?" Jerry demanded. "More than that," Vivian Crandall answered firmly, "I shall try to help you find her, and to protect her from the consequences of her only sin-- that of looking like me. She really looks like me--a great deal like me, 1 mean?" she asked; a note of anxiety in her voice. "If your hair was cut like hers, like yours was when that portrait of you was made, you'd pass for twins," Jerry assured her, "Excuse me a moment," smiled, and left the room. He was wretched again with anxiety for the girl he adored and who was even then undergoing only God knew what tortures at the hands of beasts to whom the word mercy was unknown. Then he looked up at the sound of a light footstep and thought that he was gazing at the very girl for whom his heart was constricted with agony. The coiled braids of copper-colored hair which had covered Vivian Cran- Vivian DRIVER OF FATAL CAR UP FOR TRIAL (Continued from page 7) concluded Mr. Kerr, about 20 miles from the scene of the accident, and acting like a man coming out of a drinking bout. "I hold that all this is sufficient to commit this man to trial," averred the crown attorney, "How did he get 20 miles away from the scene of the accident?" queried Mr, Swanson. ¥Oh, in one of a hundred and one ways. Probably on 'Shanks' mare,' which I have to employ a great deal," parried Mr. Kerr. The first witness called at the trial was W. J. Ward, Toronto police offi- cer, out on bail at present on a charge of criminal negligence in connection with Mrs. Helen Brown's death, Col. Herbert T. Lennox, K.C., counsel for Ward, asked that his client's evidence at this hearing, like his testimony at the inquest, be not used against him at his own trial. This request was granted, Visits to Roadhouse Ward told of driving his car from Toronto through Oshawa to the road house, "The House that Jack Built." He said that they all then went to Waverley Inn, another roadhouse a few hundred feet down the road. "How long did you stay there?" que- ried the crown, "A little longer than half an hour, but no longer than two hours," ans- wered witness, This, Ward explained, was about midnight on the night of August 24. Mrs. Dorothy Levine was in front with him, Ward said, and Miss Flor- ence Appleton, Henry Levy and Mrs. Helen Brown were in the back seat. Ward said that when he parked on the south side of the road, facing east, with the conrtesy lights on, Mrs. Helen Brown and Miss Appleton got out on the road side of the car, just before he saw a car speeding toward them, weaving a zig-zag course down the road. "What did the crown. "I yelled, 'Look out, and then T felt you do?" asked dall's aristocratic ears were gone, Her short hair, brushed back from her broad, white brow, swirled across her | small head in the fashion which had not long ago startled Paris into an ecstasy of admiration "Tudas Priest!" Jerry breathed "I suppose that settles it," Vivian Crandall smiled at him, "We will con- cede the resemblance without further | argument. Those braids, saved from my first hoh--and what a funny, long | hob it was!--have heen very useful in | 'transforming the Princess Vivian into! a demure little working girl. But think the tinted spectacles have been even more useful. Now, Jerry Mack- lyn, let's get down to business. You | want to rescue your lady fair in true | knightly fashion, don't you?" she teased him. "The knightlier the better," Jerry grinned. "Even if she is engaged to' that sleek-haired young society sheik.' The papers say that they were eloping to be married when Vee-Vee was kid- | napped," he added dismally. "I wouldn't take that too serious- ly," Vivian Crandall comforted him, her voice a little crisp with "Remember that this Schuyler Smythe person, whoever he may be, thought he was eloping with Vivian Crandall, not-with Vera Cameron. If your Vee- Vee is the girl you think she is, I'm pretty eure che would have told him the truth before they applied for a marriage license, and my experience with fortune hunters convinces me that the dashing young man would have scuttled away like a frightened rab- bit. But that is not important now. We can deal with Mr. Smythe later," and she clicked her perfect little teeth viciously. "I suppose you noticed in the newspapers accounts of my kid- napping that my former husband, the prince, is also missing from his hotel and has not been seen since Tuesday. Did it occur to you.to connect the two disappearances?" Jerry clenched his big hands so tightly that the knuckles cracked, but he did not dare urge her to hurry. "I think I could find the place," she said, her mouth twisting with a grim- ace of remembered pain and distaste. She paused again, her eyes brooding. "What made me remember the inci- dent was that Ivan remarked then Pac A DIX Solva Telephone~ : Four direct lines | to Central 3 Soke Jeddo Premium Coal The Best Produced in America General Motors Wood -- | All Fuel Orders weighed on City Scales if desired. ON'S scorn. | the oncoming car hit the door of mine, I jumped out of the car and found Miss Appleton lying about six feet to the rear of the car. She was moaning, but I did not see or hear Mrs. Brown, "Neither of them made a cry that I heard when they were hit," Ward declared, Body Found "Where did you find Mrs. eventually ?" queried Mr. Kerr. "She was in the ditch quite a num- ber of feet east of where my car was until Mrs, Lottie May Prior, her sis- ter, turned on the lights in front of 'The House that Jack Built.' " answered Ward. "She was in the bottom of the ditch, her head pointing in a south- easterly direction. C. E. Wilson, M.D., Oshawa, removed her to the house and pronounced her dead." "No, sir," continued Ward in answer to a question, "she did not show any signs of life when I saw her in the ditch." Mr. Swanson, cross-examining the witness, asked where his car was parked on the highway in relation to the pavement. "All the wheels were three or four inches off the navement. The door when open, however, would project over the pavement," was the answer. T. W. Mitchell, Oshawa, provincial constable, made several measurements at the scene of the accident. He found the distance from Ward's car to the place where Mrs. Brown's body was lying to be 80 feet, with blood marks for half that distance. He was also with Constables Cookman and Reid, when the car which it was al- leged killed the woman was found. urements Mr. Mitchell, under cross-examina- tion by Mr. Swanson, told of finding Ward's car at the rear of "The House that Jack Built," where it had been moved following the accident, but did not think it peculiar at the time. He said Ward offered no explanation for its removal, Witness confessed he had measured the width of the walk on which Ward declared he placed his car and found it to be five feet, four inches, but that the length of Ward's car was 14 feet, six inches. Mr. Mitchell agreed with the defence counsel that a car that length could not rest on such a nar- row walk. Provincial Constable Mitchell also measured the distance between the deep ditch on the side of the road and the pavement, and found it to be five feet, one inch. The measurement of the car from fender to fender being five feet, eight inches according to the constable's own measurements, Con- stable Mitchell again concurred with Mr. Swanson that Ward could not have placed his car off the road with- out putting it in the ditch. "If the door was open, there would be an additional number of inches of the car on the road, would there not ?" queried Swanson. "Yes," answered witness. John H. Fewtrell, provincial con- stable stationed at rg, produced a photograph taken at the scene of the accident, of a car of exactly same make, style and dimensions that belonging to Ward. This car was parked as much off the pavement as Brown that it was an ideal place for an ab- duction. He laughed as he told me that if I ever left him he'd kidnap me and hold me there until I came to my senses." "Could you tell me how to get there?" Jerry demanded, his breath coming in quick gasps. \ =a him simply. "No, but I might be able to show vou the way," Vivian Crandall told "Have you a car? We can start before dawn in the morning. It is too late now; we could not find the hut in the dark, unfamiliar as I am with the roads." "And leave her with that beast all night?" Jerry groaned, beating his hands together in a frenzy of imopa- tience. "But I suppose that is the hest we can do. Poor Vee-Vee! If he has dared to touch her, I'll kill him, Miss Crandall?" (To Be Continued) Vee:Vee fmprisoned in the shack with Prince Ivan. bas a dream--and awnkes to a fearful 3 nt chp danger. Read the Romible, in the exact . place where ard swore his car was. The picture showed the car however to encroach on the pavement nearly ) "Could you place that car further off the pavement than it is shown here?" asked Crown attorney Kerr. "If we did the car would be in the ditch," answered Mr. Fewtrell. The picture shows Provincial Con- stables Cookman, Mitchell and Few- trell standing in the vicinity of the car. David Prusky, Peterboro, owner of the car on which were found evidences that it was the one which tsruck Mrs. Brown, was then called to the stand. "Seymond took my car," declared Prusky, "when I went: for a ride with Walter Green, of Oshawa. He brought it back after I returned and asked me if he could borrow it for twenty min- utes more to take a friend of his home. I said he couldn't, but when 1 went out later to get my car to re- turn to Peterboro, my home, it was not there." "Could you swear Seymond took your car? Did you see him?" asked defence counsel, D. A. J. Swanson. "No, 1 didn't see him," confessed witness. Mrs. Vera Green, Alexandra Boule- vard, Oshawa, at whose place Prusky was staying, heard Seymond ask her guest if he might take his car. - She heard Prusky refuse him, but heard the car leaving the yard. Although she didn't sce the car leaving, she was certain it was Prusky'c car, and that Sevmond was in it. Walter Green, the last witness' hus- band, did not see or hear the car leave although he was home at the time it was supposed to have been taken, Philip Pritchard, whom Seymond told Prusky he wanted to take home, said he met Seymond downtown in Oshawa. "He had a car," continued witness, "which he say belong to Dave Prusky. He want to borrow money, I have nine dollar and some cents. He leave me the cents." "That is what my friends sometimes do to me," remarked Mr. Kerr. "Then he drive me to Green's," con- cluded Pritchard. "He go in for a minute, then drive me home." T. B. Gilchrest, clothing merchant, Bowmanville, was then called to com- pare the small piece of cloth taken from Prusky's car by Constable W. A. Reid, with the kimona Mrs. Brown was wearing when she was killed. He found the yarn to be the same. but said the garment had a weal, a ribbed effect, which the small piece did not have. Mr. Gilcrest added sthat the frayed condition of the piece might ex- plain its failure to correspond in this one particular Wilson, M.D, Oshawa, stated in the witness box that Mrs, Brown died of shock, adding that she had not been dead over one half hour before he arrived. Her hair was mat- ted with blood, she had a clean cut eraln wornd. and ber left leg was frac- tured midway to the thigh The pupils were dilated equally, which is usual in cases of those suffering from severe shock. The pupils did not respond to light as she was dead. Sidnev Paldwin, mortician with the Luke Burial Co. of Oshawa, took charge of the body, and placed her clothes, a kimona, underwear and pair of stockings, in the hands of the po- lice. The kimona had dry blood stains GPR A READY FOR WINTER (Continued from page 7) This work is being done to all the brick stations on the C P.R. line between Belleville and Toronto. Start ing six weeks ago in Belleville, the workmen expect to be through in another week Only the stations at Oshawa, Whitby and Pickering re- main to be done. DRIVER EXONERATED OF ANY BLAME IN HIGHWAY FATALITY Willard Nicholson Discharged on Charge of Wilful Misconduct (By Staff Reporter) Bowmanville, Sept. 26. -- Held on bail in Bowmanville since Sept. 18 in connection with the death of Mrs, Jes- sie Speight, Toronto, who was fatally injured in a highway accident on the Kingston highway leading easterly out of town, Willard Nicholson, Beaver Falls, Pa., was discharged in the county magistrate's court here on Saturday. His discharge followed the finding of a coroner's jury held Friday night in which Mrs. Speight's death was de- clared due to accident and that no blame attached to anyone. A charge of reckless driving laid by Chief Jar- vis of the Bowmanville police force was withdrawn, and the later charge of "wilful misconduct" was dismissed by Col. W. H. Floyd, county magis- trate, before whom the Saturday hear- ing was held. Mr. Nicholson, and his three com- panions, Albert W. Bork, Wilber Ray and Harry Stover, all of Beaver Falls, Pa., who were returning with him from a week's fishing trip to Rice Lake, are now however facing a damage suit instituted by William H. Speight, husband of the dead woman, Ernest William Speight, son of the dead woman, and driver of the car in which she was riding, told the court that the pavement was very slippery on the day of the accident, as it had been raining intermittently all morn- ing. He said he saw the American car, which hit his, skidding 125 vards away, at the top of Cemetery Hill, on which the accident occurred. Believing that the skidding was caused by a harsh application of brakes, and that the other motor would be unable to stop on the shoulder and neck, and torn. The crown rested their case here, and the defence called no witness, Col. Floyd asked Seymond if he had any- thing to say for himself, adding that anything he said might be used against him later. Mr. Swanson, acting for Seymond, declared they had no state- ment to make. was before it reached him, Mr. Speigh de- clared he applied his brakes, vl his car to a stop inside of thirty feet. Mr. Speight was thrown under his car, sustaining a fractured collar bone, some cuts and s. When helped out from under his motor, he saw his mother, his sister, Aimee, and a friend, Miss Mackie Hogarth, in a heap on the floor of the rear seat. His mother, who died fifteen minutes after admittance to Bowmanville Hos pital, from a fractured skull, was seen y Mr. Speight to have a deep gash from the left corner of her mouth to her throat. Aimee Speight was cov- ered with blood, and Miss Hogarth had a dit on her face and was com- plaining of a paining back. Both the young women are in the Bowmanville Hospital, neither being able to attend either Mrs. Speight's funeral on Wed- nesday last or the inquest on Friday. Willard Nicholson, driver of the skidding car which hit the Toronto party, said he was not going fast, as they had been two hours coming less than forty miles, and that he had kept up this average speed all the way. He and his friends, he declared, had in- tended stopping at the Cream of Bar- ley tourist camp, which was only three hundred yards away, to take pictures of some wolves there. W. Ross Strike, Bowmanville, repre- sented Mr. Nicholssi, and W. F. Kerr, Cobourg, County Crown Attorney, pro- secuted the case. SNOWFALLS IN WEST CHECK HARVEST WORK Winnipeg, Man., Sept. 256.-- Western Canada tonight was slowly emerging from a sharp cold wave which has brought snow and sleet to practically all sections of the Prair- ie Provinces. ' Freezing temperatures still prevail over an area extending from the Rocky Mountains to the head of the lakes, ten degrees of frost being reg- istered at Prince Albert, Sask. the coldest spot in he Dominion during the past 24 hours, Regina citizens shivered in nine degrees of frost to- day, while other districts experienced anywhere from one to eight degrees below the freezing line, Threshing operations still were at a standstill with little prospect of work being resumed for another day or two. OHAIR OF POETRY Cambridge, Mass., Sept, 25.--Pro- 'fessor R. McLagan, Director and Secretary of the Victoria and Al- bert Museum, London, will be the second holder of the Charles Eliot Norton chair of Poetry at Harvard, it was announced today, Prof, Mc- Lagan played a prominent par; at Great War, and also at the Versailles British Foreign Office during the Peace Conference, POLITICIANS IN MEXICO ARE SEIZED AND SLAIN Mexico City, Sept. 25.--Rosalino Jiminez Bravo, Labor leader, and Genardo Ramirez, politician and prominent in Labor circles, were kid- napped from a ranch at Tuzamapan, where they were visitors, taken off into the hills 'and shot and killed, special despatches from Jalapa, Vera Cruz, report. The kidnappers were either bandits or political enemies, EE-- paa-- Plain Mr. York of York, Yorks., tells the boys and girls of the TASTE that set all England acclaiming and eating PLAIN YORK choco