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THE.Q3HAWA DAILY TIMES, FRIDAY, AUGUST 10, 1928 PAGE SEVEN Jintosh ang your shiny hat, and] "And the young man? Does be flirt] not the slightest interest tn me ua. | come along." § | with you?* : i fil in the eourse of conversation 1 "Fm ot sure that 1 approte a] "Mr. Paul ls not that sort. Nuithe TIL Darulit 1 shared 4 bedeatiting two spinsters wandering ou n ) . room Pp. s Market with a : bo 0, of cocktails," Miss Rrown|of am L I like him very much, a8 | friend who was a typist. I can -- Don't; Let thie Heat Bother You! CL -- Today's Installment of e Intriguing Oppenheim Story 'And then, without any warniag, """'Yhp wotld with which Miss Brown "was enffiged seemed to drop back * "mgein to exactly where it had been fA For many days mothing whatever happened to disturb the 'serenity of her saiakence, 3 Jaca raing, after she seanne Persenst column of the Times, hu visited her clients in the various 'districts of the city, and during the afternoon she typed. Once or twice she went to lunch * ' at Paul's restaurant, and én h oceasion was warmly welcomed, |It wes Paul from whom she gaiyed 'much of her information as to the trend of events, and one day, after Jong consideration, she asked im '@ question, i "Mr, Paul," she said, 'you know 'about everything, Why am 1 not al towed to finish the task I bezda? Every day things through the copn- try seem to become worse. he men's leaders are permitted to talk the rankest treason, and we do no: thing." | He made her a sign of caution and later on came and sat at ey | | le. % i "You know what an anarchist is, Misg Brown?" he asked. | "Miss Brown assented. "7 didn't understand properly un. til quite lately," she admitted, "I've been reading things up." | "An anarchist is a senseless, goulless machine of death," Paul 'declared, "but there is just one {feature about him---the death he 'dispenses to others he does not fear for himself, Thera are ahout 20 of them distributed about Lon- don. Abel Deane ang the ore vespectable portion of the Com- " smunist Party give them the dold shoulder, hut the others are wlll ing 'enough to make usa. of them, They know very well the bank] where the record of Dessiter's i is desposited, They wa'ch it eyen mow day and night, I can only epn- clude that the reason Dessiter's "political executors don't commun. eate with you is that they don't want any risk of the book be- ing destroyed in a fight--and there would be a fight if any one attempt! od to fetch it away." ; "Couldn't it be taken away in the night in a prison van or some- thing?" Miss Brown asked. i "They could blow a prison van te pieces in two seconds," Pan! re. plied--'"make matchwood of It, Then there's another trouble," He hesitated, Miss Brown's blue eyes were full of questioning, "I have had a hint," he contins ued thoughtfully, "that the Com- munists have a spy planted in the| bank, That is what makes the, authorities reluctant to move." "If they don't do somothing seon 1+ will be too late." }iss Brown pol.' nted out, 'Do you know, Mr, Paul,' 1 believe I could do nearly the who- 1e of the work--the part of it that ' counted, I mean--{rom? I shouldwy use the same words, perhaps, but the senté of it all would be there." ' Miss Edith Brown, pretty stenue grapher, whose life has held to lit- tle beyond the dull routine of everyday typing, sits down on A quiet doorstep to get her bearings when she finds herself lost in a' dense fog. Suddenly opens and a map, evidently a house, servant, confronts her, as he, catches sight of ber portable Lype-, writer case, asks her whether shel will come in and take some dicta~ tion, and his manner indicates that the job is one not without adi- venture--probably risk. Eagerly welcoming a peep into the land © romance for which ber whole life has been starving, Miss Brown steps across the threshold and with- §¢ finds a man suffering frm & sérious wound, who turns out to bs Colonel Dessiter, renowned explor- er. He dictates sp extraordiaary story to her--but only afier # warning that her whole life may be affected by her taking down thesd notes--a story of world adventure, intrigue and conspiracy the portent of which hardly penetrates her con- sciousness before the last mote is set down. Then' he discloses to her &2ze the body of a dead man ying {Dohind 8 screen, The man Dessiter {has killed as his arch-epemy gave im a mortal wound from which 4 bimself says be will not recov- or, With detailed instructions and 'eaution on what she shall do with er motes and other papers he in- trusts to her, he dismisses her in | the care of the servant, Mergen, land & strong bodyguard myster- ifousiy conducts her to her bomr. 'rhe mext morning, when she siaris to the bank to place her precious; =" documents in a sale-deposit box 48 ~~ ipstructed, she is attacked by ruf- isps and saves her "§3use she had strapped " srist, and by the timely interven of 8 siranger. Shs mately de- posits ber papers a! success. Tully rebuffs an impostor reporter iwho comes to worm out in'orms- She finds her Acqasinianee; ohgerly sought after by people of | Il sorts. One a promiment Com-| fr Noel Frankland, she likes, east, ustin, does not snub his uncouth advances. However, Frances finds @ real admirer and Edith a partial' tidant is 8 young Russian, who describes merely as "Paul" and in- be and his parents eke out which be adds & as a professions! bare livieg to 8 4 the door although her chum. Frances gut where would you do it?" he "Where? she repeated wonder- ingly. He smiled, "Don't you know," he asked her, "that no single movement on your part passes unrecorded? Those fell. ows have got tabs on you all the H- me. It is quite certain they kmow that you are dining here tomight. One or two of them will escort you home, even though you may not re- alize it, The sound of your typewrit- er in that little bed-sitting room of yours would bring them around like locusts after honey." "Surely they could find some safe place for me to work," Miss Brown protested with a little shiver, "It is worth considering." Paul reflected. "And yet one must think of this: it {s not alone tha result of Dessiter's work that is needed it {s the documents, It is their publica. tion which is going to bring down the storm, What those documents may be, I, alas, do not know, but { can guess. It wag I who helped procure the report of Noel Frank- land's speech in Moscow. If the government decides to publish that, no one would believe any more that any one of the party has any idea of such a thing as a bloodless revolution, You have no: read the report of that speech, Miss Brown?" She shook her head, "1 did mot look at any of the papers," she replied. "It was not necessary." Paul tapped with his finger upon the table, "Frankland went too far even for him," he said. "I helieve it is true that he has been what Eng- lishmen call 'in a devil of a funk' ever sinee, He was filled with Russian champagne and he spoke to pleage them. He gave the actual names of five prominent English. men who he swore should be hung in front of their own houses and he wound up by saying he enly hop- od that/he would be near enough to give the rope a pull" "That horrible man," Miss Brown murmured, A Dangerous Man "You ean realize now," Paul eon- tinued, "how angry ! was when I saw him dancing with your friend, He is not a man she shoul? know, Miss Brown, I wish you could per- suade her of that, Could you not bring her here again?" he went on a little wistfully, 'There is 80 much I should like to say to her," Miss Brown studied him for a moment, and sighed ever so slight. i{1y, Somewhere buried in a corner 'of her heart the pain of her own brie! hour of romance still lingered, yet she was young to nass all her lite with the ashes of memory, and Pau) was in his way attractive, She {liked his drawn, serious face, his ihasitating yet usually so correct speech, his deferential air, She liked, too, the smile which some- times made him handsome, "1 will see what I can do," she romised, when she took her leave, '| And as it happened on the very 'Wext evening, quite unexpectedly, {Frances appeared, She made her Usual gay and somewhat exuberant trance, but she was pale and it seemed to her friend, watching her nxiously, that there were eigns t trouble in her face. t | "Tell me all the news, you my- sterious little moth," sha invited, throwing off her hat, curling herself p on the bed and lighting a cigar- tte. "I've a whole budgec myself," "Nothing has happéned up here," Miss Brown declared, "I have just one my work, gone to bed at night nd got up in the morning. What's been happening with yon?" "Oh, no end of things," Frances declared, flicking the asa from the end of her cigarette--"mostly con- pected with our ecosmopclitan me 4uaintance, Mr, Noel Frankland." | Miss Brown looked grave, There wes nothing in her mind more cer- fain than the fact that she dislik- ed Mr. Frankland very much, "Tell me everything, please," she invited, | "Well, he wrote and asked if he could motor down and see me, so I invited him to tes," "Well?" Frances made a little grimace. Her speech became slower, She ppoke as though the subject were Histasterul to her. "He came twice--bshaved in the us! manner. The second time he old me that he was married." "I shouldn't think," Miss Brown id soberly, "that that would mat- » very much to you except that under the circumstances he ought not #o have come and called upon you at sll. Do you realiy think that is a nice map, Frances?" "Nice? Of course, he isn't mice," was the impatient rejoinder, i] {don't think that ny men are nice powadape. He told me that he was rried in ope breath snd to motor down to Hastings with im the next, He suggested Brigh- iton first, but thought that Hast- ings might be guister. And thes {he reminded me that he was a public man whose movements al- ways attracted a great deal of at- tention." "Beast!" Miss Brown exclaimed (emphatically. / "Yes," Frances agreed. "I felt like that exactly. It's 2 good word and yet I wanted to go." "You don't really like him?" Miss Brown gasped . "I think, in 8 way, that he's de- testable," she replied. "I upderstand him better than he thinks, and tat is the conclusion I have come to. and he's almost humorously egot- {stical, but he has power, Tdith, and a quaint, impressive kind of viril- ity, He makes me realize all the time that he's a man. Some of them don't." "I hope that you're mot going to see him again." Miss Brown said anxiously, ' i Frankland's Intrigucs Frances shrugged her shoulders "I don't know. When it comes to the pinch, you know, I'm rather fin- icky. I hate his ill-made elothes, his braggadocio, his ranting speech es, I hate all of them, but--1I don't know whether you can understand this--he seems to bring with him such an atmosphere of vivid life and I'm getting to hate my echitks ens, Edith; to wish I lived upon 4 hill or somewhere else. A muddy lane and some buildings with tin roofs, that is all I can seq from my windows--and rain. It always rains. There are always long palches of flood in the meadow, The evenings there are horrible. I try to read--1I can't, I think physically I'm tod much alive to sit still and use my brain only. I want sométhing for my eyes to rest upon with pleasure, music for my body to move to, warmth--we can only get a handful of coals there down in the country now, since they have begun to talk about this strike--and plenty of light, Somehow or other whatever sort of lamp we buy seems to smtke and smell." "Well, anyhow, you'rs up. for the night now, aren't you?" Miss Brown reminded her cheerfully. "We'll go out somewhere and have a good time, You haven't made any plans?" she added, with sudden an- xiety, "None at all," Frances assured her, ' "Mr, Frankland pressed me to say when I was coming up, hut I haven't let him know, He thinks I'm down there struggling against my infatuation for him' Anft he's perfectly confident that in a few days. I shall walk into his ofice-- he has a private sitting room there, he keeps on telling me--and fall {nto his arms." Miss Brown shivered. She was very delicately strung and there were times when her friend's plain speech revolted here, "I haven't told you the rest of my news yet," Frances went on, "A Russian woman's beep nver to see one once or twice. They own the big house the other side of the village and come down to hunt two days a week, - She is rather nice, w,, know all about her, T espeet--.ihg Princess Strepaff." Miss Brown nodded: "She writes very clever novels, and ehe's a wonderful musician, too, My young man down at Hamp- stead has a book of her husband's on sociology, 'They ought to make things more Interesticg for vou, Frances--and they're worth while," "They are only down two days a week, and they always have such a crowd of people," Frances com- plained, "Anyways the:'ve asked us both to a party tonight at their house in Chelsea." ' "But how delightful for you! 1 couldn't possibly go, of course, but you'll love it, You may meet all sorts of interesting people." "The curious part of it is, my dear, that you've got to gn," I'rin- ces insisted, "They mada a special point of it. I told them about you and that we shared a room here, and they were immensely (nterest- ed, The last words the Princess said to me weré 'not later than 10 o'clock, and be sure you. bring Miss Brown.' I wouldn't dare to go with- out you." : Miss Brown shook her head In some embarrassment, "Frances, dear," she confided, "I don't think I want to gn. I ean't tell you why, but there's really a rea- son." "Frock?" "No. TI suppose my black frock would do." d "Then you'll have to come, and that's all there is about it, I think the Princess wants you to do some work for her." ' Miss Brown reflected She had had visions since her conversation with Paul of being abducted, of He- ing tied hands and feet to her chair while bearded monsters applied in- human tortures to induce lier to part with what she remembered of the contents of her praecious note- book. And yet she wasnt sctuelly afraid. She kmew very well how ridiculous any idea of the sort really was, and the vision faded a- way. Her sense of humor triumph- od ane she laughted softly to her- self. "If you want me *o go very mueh, Frances," she sajd. "why, of course it might be fun. Do you mind dining with me at g little place T know of first?" , ~~ "I'l dine with you anywhere, my child," Frances assented, "but let's go and have a encktail some- where before we change." "You weuldn't like some tea, would you?" "I should hate it." was the em- phatie reply. "I tried to drink come in the train coming up, and it pear- ly me. Besides, I've drunk tea every afternoon dowr at Mea- dowley. What a lot of things there are I'd like to strike right out of my life. Afternoon tea would be one of them. Come! We'll go round to the Ritz grill room." "It's raining," Miss Brown ven- threw away the end of | tured "We'll get wet if mecessary." Frances declared, swinging herself off the bed and arranging her hat. "If you say smother word I shall drink two cocktgils--or even 'hires. be \Bo's coarse snd bes domineering, 3 remarked, as they started off, Franceg shook out her umbrella, "Where ghall we go to?" she asked. "Hatchard's or the Rita?" Miss Brown, deliberated for a moment and decided in favor of the larger measure of respectapil- ty And There Was Frankland! The only occupant of the Rita grillroom lounge when the two girls made their somewha: tentative entrance was Noel Frankland, lounging ungracefully in an easy chair, with two empty glasses up- on the table by his side and a third one-half full in his hand. He rose to his feet at once and came forward to greet Frances, but be was obviously embarrassed, "Why, what are you doing here tonight?" he demanded. "Who's feeding the chickens?" "The chickens are all right," Frances answered, a littls eoldly. " Ithought you were speaking at Leeds," "You got it wrong." was the hur. ried reply, "That's tomorrow night «I mean the night after, I am having an early dinner here, and going to the theatre afterward," he added, with a nervous glance over his shoulder, "With your wife?" "With the missus, Good thing I told you about her, wasn't it? Luok here, what are you doing afterward --tomorrow afternoon? Why can't you wander down and see my show then?" he suggested, lowering his voice as he hent toward I"rances. "I don't think I want to see your show, as you eall it," Frances re- plied. 'At the resent moment we are dying for a cocktail. Come a- long, Edith, We'll sit in the corner there," "Awfully sorry T can't ask you to join me," Mr. Frankland, apolo- gized uneasily, "but you see-- well, there we are!" He departed abruptly, A middle- aged woman of undistinguished ap- pearance was standing in the door. way. Frances gave ona glance at her and then passed her arm through her friend's. "I really don't know," she re- flected, as they gave their order, 'whether these men are so much to be blamed for their questing habits, Marriage is such a pig-ine the-poke, isn't it? A man can never know how a woman's zoing to 'urn out." Miss Brown was unsympathetie. "Mrs, Frankland, if that was she, she remarked, 'seemed to me to be entirely of the same nrder of being as her hushand. I don't like her appearance, and I don't like his, or his manners, or hig speech, or his morals, or anything about him," "He's a eommon sort of hrute," Frances mused. 'I winder why that type of myn Is sometimes at- tractive to a woman of superior in- CA stinets," "I don't agree with yon that he is," was Miss Brown's firm rep- ly, "No woman of taste could be attracted by such a person, Jf I seriously believed that you were, Frances, I think it would be one of the greatest disappointments of my life." Frances laughed with sudden good nature, and dran'tc her cock- tail, + "My dear, mine was only a gen- eral speculation, I'm in a queer mood these days. You wustn't 'ake anything I say or do too seriously, Can't you realize, though, that there are times when one gets tired of one's own standards, of one's own nice habits, One becomes reac- tionary from sheer hatred of mono. tony, I suppose that's the sert of things in the world are done, An- other cocktail?" "Certainly not. I think If you are ready we will go home and change. Mr, Paul is always afraid if any of his friends come late that there will be no dinner left." Frances rose to her fee, "Then let's hurry," she proposed "I'm hungry." ' Paul an Admirer Paul came eagerly forward to meet them as soon as the two girls entered the restaurant, His zirst quiek smile of gratitude was flashs ed toward Miss Brown, but it was Frances with whom he walked to a corner table. "It is good of you te come here," he said. "I have been hoping so much to see you again, It is a small place and I fear that we have not much to offer, We shall serve you gladly, however." . "I am sure it will be very nice," Frances replied. "Edith loves com- ing here." "Miss Brown has been ery kind, It is always a pleasure to see her. I hope you will like what we have this evening." Paul went cn, pre- senting the menu, "There is plenty of stewed chicken, but I em afraid the fish is nearly all finished, We have some excellent sardines and anchovies, though." "Give us just what you have, please," Miss Brown begged, "and half a bottle of the vin rose." Paul hurried away to arrange for their meal. Frances looked after him curiously. : "A most attractive young man," she declared, "if one can only get over the idea of his being a wait- er." "He is a gentleman playing the part of a waiter," Miss Brown cor- rected, "I admire him for it very much. He is trying to help his father and mother and sister." Frances lit a cigarette and look- ed around. "It's rather a jolly little place," she observed. "I suppose thet's mamma behind the desk?" "That is the sister talking to her," Miss Brown poinied out. "I don't see the father toaight. He fs generally at that top table quarrel. ing with an old friend about the conduct of the war." Put op your mice drab liftle mac-} " Frances murmured any one would who knew him how. ever slightly, Besides, it is you whom he admires." "Then he's stupider than he looks," Frances declared. 'You're much nicer than I am, you kaow, really, Edith----sweet and soft and conscientious--and a dainty little thing, although you do dress like a frump on the streets, If I were a man I would be erazy about you." Paul's sister came a little lan- guldly down the room and talked to them for a minute or two-- madame bowed graciously from be- hind her desk. "I suppose these peopls ave real," Frances remarked, as she flicked the ash from her cigarette. "Some- how or other they seem to me like ghosts--madame there with her face like a sphinx, bakliux out bills, and the girl, obviously se tireq of life, yet saying just the right thing, moving about as though she were in a palace instead of in a dingy little restaurant run hy her father and mother, And your 'Mr. Paul' He is really like the picture of the wonderful young soldiers you see in levee uniform standing round the throne--and h hs comes bringing the sardines! Paul lingered for a few minutes talking all the while to Frances. At- ter each course he brought later ne watched the two girls anxiously, "It is good?" he asked, referring : to the chicken. "You like it? Some: more of the rice, perhaps?" ! "Excellent," they both told him. | "It you knew what a treat it is to eat food like this," Frances said, "after the wretched little mess I; get at home." H "It is simple," Paul replied, evi. dently gratified, "but we are very clean and careful in: the kitchen. Now 1 prepare you specisl coffee." Miss Brown glanced around the | room. ! "And please have yours with us," ghe begged. "There are so few people left." Her accepted her invitation with a grateful little how ang sat at the end of the tahle. "Can you tell me, please," Miss Brown inquired, 'whether you know anything about the Princess Strepaff and her husband?" "One knows who they are, of eourse," the young man replied, af- ter a moment's hesitation. 'They! are like the rest of us, anly they! are fortunate, The Princess saved! her jewels and they both have gifts," | "They helong to your soclety?"! Miss Brown ventured to ask. Paul seemed for a moment em-! barrassed. | 'As a matter of fact," he admit- ted, 'they do mot. Among soma of us--my father for one-~--thee has, always existed a curious feeling of | distrust of the Strepaffs, They are born, of course, their position Is | unassailable, put the Prince has | sometimes expressed very eurious views, aml there exists, 8s one knows, between the Priucess and Malakoff, the musician, a great friendship." [ "And Malakoff?" | "He 1s one of the most advanced Communists in the world," Paul de- clared gravely, "He lives out of Russia, but he is none the less dan gerous, There is a belief that it is he who has organized the Interna- tional Communistic Association on the Continent, and that, as yon may, have heard, is a very dangerous movement, But I perhaps say too] much, Of the Prince or Princess I know very little, They have been | generous in helping soms of our poorer fellow country people, They, appear to lead harmless and plea- sant lives. Would you pieasy to tell me why you inquire?" 4d "The Princess has a place in the country near where I live," fran. ces explained, "and she has invited my friend and me to a party at. her house in Chelsea tonight." Paul for a moment looked grave. "You think that I had better not go?" Miss Brown asked. "I can- not see why I am invited. It is simply because the Princess knew that I shared a room with Fran- ces." "The Princess' parties down et Chelsea are quite famous in their way," Paul confided, "It was through your friend, Miss Brown, that your invitation came?" "Entirely," she assured him, "Then I would not deprive my- self of the pleasure of going," he decided. "One knows nf your dis- cretion, and of that it is not neces sary to speak. I sha!l wish you' hoth a very pleasant evening, an] I hope that next time you honor me here you will tell me all but it. You will excuse me now if I leave?" he added, rising to his feet, "I am due at the Cosmopolitan in twenty minutes, and I must changs my clothes. If you will give me the money for your bill T will save you the trouble of going to the desk." Miss Brown hastily counted ont the amount from her purse, pend added g shilling. "You will give this, please, to the people who work for you in the kitehen," she begged. » Paul accepted it without the slightest ment, He took his leave after a final word or two with Frances, who had relapsed during the "ast few moments into a puzzled silence. As soon as he was gone, sne leaned a- cross the table, | "Edith," ghe declared. "I suspect you of leading a double life. What does jt all mean?" "Why, your asking this young man about the Strepafls, your con- | sulting with him as to whether you shall go. You told him that you were asked because T was asked--- as my companion. Now I come to think of it, T don't believe that fe the truth." a "Not the truth?» ~""™ ."" , "Why, the Princess asked no en of questions about you,' Frances went on. "I met her quite casuaily. She came down to see if I could sup- Ply her with eggs, and she showed embarrass: gravely end) her look at me mow when I fol her that--her eyebrows a little taiséd, a queer expression in her and What on earth did she want know your name for? I told her, she listened as though she scarcely heard, The next day they gsked me to dinner, and the day afterward this invitation for dota of s! The last word I had with her as to 'be sure to hring Miss rown. Edith, you're an uncom. unicative little pig. I knew some-; ing had happened." | | Miss Brown considered for sev eral moments in perplexed silence. Tt was Frances, however, who re- eved the situation. She erushed! ut the remains of her cigarette, pon the plate-and rosa to her t. \ i "Let's go." she suggested: "Thank heavens curiosity is the on. bl * 7 woman's vice I don't posgess." | To Be Continued Tomorrow 3 |, ELLS HOW SHAH BECAME FEMINIST Montreal Woman Describes Persian Monarch's Con. version to Movement New York, Aug. 9.--Mrs, F. Eve- lyne Schopflocher of Montreal, who returned Monday on the steam- ship Pennland from an airplane tour of the east in the interest oi women's movements, described the enthusiasm with which Riza Khan Pahlevi, Shah of Persia, a sudden convert to feminism, joined the movement, His wife, said Mrs. Schopflocher, had visited a mosque unvieled and had been insulted by Mullahs, who did. mot recognize her, She told the Shah, continued Mrs, Schop- flocher, and that monarch, in his vexation, drew his sword and rush- ed into the crowd about the mos- que wounding several persons. 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