ADVENTUROUS AMERICANS By Elmo Scott Watson CHAPTER X-—Continued re] “I shan't have lunch with Mr. Buchanan and talk things over,” Mary thought bitterly as she slowly sipped the water. ‘‘There's no use in that. There's nothing to talk over! I've tried for years to be an author, and I've failed. My writing one story that was worthy of ac- ceptance was evidently just an ac- cident. There's only ore thing left to do now, and no matter how re- pugnant and cheap and vile, I'll simply have to do it. I'll marry Jerome Taylor. Perhaps Aunt Lin- nie was right all along! At least, it’s the only way out—to save my family.” She had an engagement for din- ner and the theater with Jerome Taylor that evening. He would “make love” to her sometime dur- ing the evening. He always did. He would tell her how beautiful she was, and how he never tired look- ing at her; and he would ask her if she didn’t care for him ‘‘just a lit- tle bit.”’ She had always evaded this question, or else answered, ‘Why, of course, Jerry, you know I like you very much,” in a manner so definitely platonic that it forthwith brought the topic to a close. She dressed with unusual care, wearing, as she had for that first dinner at Jerome's penthouse, her frock of silver and white; pinning, as she had also done on that night, his superb orchids high on her left shoulder. And again, as on the eve- ning of their first dinner together, she wore Lelia’s ermine wrap. Cast- ing one last glance at herself in the mirror before going to the living room to greet him, she smiled with bitter approval. ‘‘Yes,” she told herself with acerbity, ‘I look just what I am—a glorified gold-digger— orchids, ermine cape, and all!” Jerome rose hastily from a chair as she entered the room: “Mary!” he exclaimed at sight of her. “My dear, you're more beautiful tonight than I've ever seen you!" And, lift- ing her hand to his lips, he kissed it. She did not withdraw it immedi ately, although the touch She must not be aloof, as she here- tofore had been with this man. She must pretend that she liked him. She must bring on a proposal to- night—tonight. He evidently noticed the change in her, for they were hardly settled in his car before he again sough her hand and held it. She did not attempt to draw it away, although she felt as if it were imprisoned in the claw of a large eagle. “This is part of the business of getting engaged,’’ she scathingly i formed herself. “I'll have to grin and bear it. It's—it's all in the day's work!” “You're — different tonight, fing,”” Jerome was saying in that purring, tender voice she hated. “And, my dear, I've never seen you quite so beautiful. That coronet braid around your lovely little head makes you look like a queen! You do like me, don't you, dear? Some- how, tonight, I feel . ii But Lorgan, the chauffeur, was pulling up at the curb in front of the Waldorf, and the uniformed doorman was opening the door of the car. Thankful that the drive was at an end, Mary withdrew her hand from Jerome's clasp, and slipped on a long white glove, “That's over —for a while,” she told herself, an imperceptible shudder going over her body. It was not over for long, how- ever. Jerome Taylor, warmed by her apparent encouragement, wait. ed only until after their entree had been served to begin again. His eyes, no longer quizzical, held a new glow of sanguinity; his voic® had lowered to a new note of fervor. “Mary,” he began as soon as the waiter had left their table, *'I be- lieve you're beginning to like me just a bit after all this time. How about it, dear? You know I've been simply mad about you ever since the first day I saw you.” “Have you really?” Mary coun- tered. And then, desperately forc- ing herself, “I'm—I'm glad, Jerry.” The man placed his fork on the side of his dinner plate. *'Darling, how can you ask? You certainly have known it all along. You're the sweetest and the loveliest and the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And, Mary, I want you al ways.” Eventually, she raised her eyes to the man, and forced a smile to her lips. Jerome, wrapped in his own thoughts, saw nothing amiss in her long silence; that cynical twist to her lips. “Darling,” he was say- ing, and now he had pushed his untouched food, and lighted a cigarette, ‘1 want to take care of you always—give you the rare jew- els that only you are suited to wear; the exquisite clothes you should have to accentuate your beauty. We'll travel everywhere, Mary-—see everything—do everything there is to be done! I'll always be proud of you. So very proud of you!" Still unable to bring any words to in- dar- her lips, she sat there; now lifting her goblet of water to her mouth; now sipping some water; now plac- ing the goblet back on the table. Jerry, unmindful of the people about them, reached across the ta- ble and placed his hand over hers. “Darling, why not go down to Palm Beach with me tomorrow? My yacht's down there, you know, and . . .” Mary glanced sharply across at him. “Tomorrow? But, Jerry, how in the world could we get married in such a short time?” The man hastily relinquished her hand, and leaned back in his chair. The warm glow that had filled his narrow gray eyes disappeared. “My dear,” he purred, ‘you seem to have misunderstood me.” Mary stared at him with in- credulous eyes. ‘‘You weren't ask- ing me to marry you?” Jerome Taylor laughed. “What a provincial little thing you are! Why, everybody knows I'm not the mar- rying sort. But, my dear, there are so many things I can do for you or Mary felt for the cape which lay across the back of her chair, and with trembling fingers, pulled it over her shoulders. ‘‘You conceit- again!” And and bag from from her chair, grabbing her gloves the table, she rose him she'd just remembered a tele- phone call she had to make, Taylor rose too, his sleek gray head clining in a suave little bow. “Don’t make a scene, my dear,” he said in a low voice, his lips fixed in a smile. “Remember, we're in a pub- lic place. Besides, you're not ex- actly suited to melodrama, you know.” Mary flashed him an enraged look; then, with steps which she tried desperately to made her way blindly through the lobby. Eventually, she reached the door, call for a taxi. She wondered if she had enough money in her bag “My dear, you're more beauti- ful tonight than I've ever seen you!” to pay for the cab, but she was so dizzy with anger, she could not even bring herself to look. She was whirling up the Avenue— away from Jerome Taylor—closer, closer to Aunt Linnie's apartment and the safety and security which it betokened. Now, the cab was pulling up before Aunt Linnie’'s apartment house. Mary glanced at the meter; then emptied her purse into the driver's hand. She stepped to the curb, and ran across the canopied walk to the en. trance door. Her head was down, ‘and in her eagerness to get into the foyer, she did not see the man who was leaving it. He caught her arm in an attempt to prevent a col- lision; then, as they both came to an abrupt standstill, she looked up. “Why, Umberto!” she exclaimed, “l didn't see youl” “That is quite evident, little Mary!’ he replied with a smile. “1 had just dropped in to call on you, and but now was leaving with a heavy heart.” “Mush! Mush! Mush!” thought Mary. “Why can't other men talk as sanely as Phillip Buchanan?" “You are back early, my beauti- ful!’ Balianci continued, his hand still on her arm. ‘Is something wrong?” “No, Umberto, come home.” “But then, 1 may go up with you, and stay a while?” Mary frowned. “No, Umberto. No, no, no.” Then, seeing the shadow that crossed his handsome dark face she said, “Oh, all right! Come on for a few moments, We'll listen to the radio." Addie opened the door in answer to Mary's ring. “Why, Miss Ma- 1 wanted—to— ry!” she exclaimed. “I just told this gentleman you were out for the evening!” “l changed my plans, Addie,” Mary returned and, slipping Lelia’'s wrap from her shoulders, handed it to the woman. ‘Addie, I wonder if you'll make us some black coffee. I have a headache." ‘Yes, ma'am, honey!" Addie re- plied. “I'll have some for you in just a few minutes.” Then, as Addie disappeared into the kitchen, Balianci came towards her. “Darling,” he murmured in the honeyed tones -that Mary loathed, ‘“something has gone wrong with you! Something has hurt you! I can see it written on your lovely face. Tell Umberto, my sweet.” Mary glanced up into his somber eves—eyes that were filled with compassion and pity. “It's noth- ing,” she began in a voice that was husky with emotion. The ugly shock of Jerome Taylor's words had left her at last, but in its place there burned a blind rage against the man, and a fear for all things to come. ‘‘It's nothing,’ she repeated. And then, bursting into wild, un- controllable sobs, she cried, ‘Oh, Umberto, it's everything! It's every- thing! Yes, something has hurt me terribly!” And, quite without knowing it happened, she found her pre “Darling! Darling!" he was say- “Cara mia, I love you!" And, for the moment, she felt safe, supremely secure in his arms. “Tell She shook her head. ‘*No! No! I can never tell anyone!" Taking a handkerchief from his pocket, he dried the tears on her face. "You've been No! to take care of you. I want you to be mine always, so that no one can ever hurt you again. Darling, will “Oh, no, Umberto, 1 can't marry I don't want to marry any- body!” And then, with a badgering the thought, “But, 1 must marry somebody. I must do something !'’ again flooded her mind. “Ah, darling,” Umberto replied, ow are upset by this dreadful tomorrow, tomorrow, it Ah, feratasa, but "" SOON. towards hand moving the fireplace, her against her } forehead. "'J--don't know, to. Let's not talk about it os h throbbing Um t “Maybe?” Oh, cara mia, that means you will make me the happiest man on earth!” Balianci followed her. arms again, but she pulled away, from the kitchen. She had hardly finished pouring coffee when a key could be trance door. eyes widened when she saw Mary sitting there with Count Balianci. “Why, Mary!” she began. are you doing at home? 1 thought—"' ’ Ormsby,” he exclaimed, lovely lady has promised to marry 147 me! across Lelia's face. you mean?’ “But just that!” Balianci re- turned, with a grandiose wave of his hand. “You will felicitate us, yes?" Lelia moved towards the lounge where Mary sat, her gaze riveted on her coffee cup. “Mary,” she de- manded, “‘is this true? You're not really going to marry Count Bali- anci, are you?" Mary could not lock up, nor could she speak for a moment. *“I-—don't ~know-—Lelia,” she finally replied in a remote voice. “Maybe I shall.” Lelia continued to regard the girl with eyes that were cold with un- belief, “Well,” she said at last, and her voice was crisp, “1 wish you both happiness. Perhaps Linnie to. “J-—don’t know, Umberto, Let's not talk about it tonight." 11 « down in the lobby talking to the manager of the building. She'll be up here in a minute and you can break the joyous news to her. We 1g to go on to Club Tor- a bit of roulette. No doubt, she'll want to make a party of it in celebra- tion of this—ah-—happy event.” “But that is Umberto. ‘‘I shall buy champagne, and everybody will drink a toast to my bride-to-be!” Mary fina glanced come, A pregnant silence followed-—a si- lence in a cigarette box that lay on the table beside the lounge, removed a ciga- rette and lighted it. “Yes,” she finally said, ‘I'll go along.” CHAPTER XI - utes later. Mary admonisl sia. “Pie € Was so that they both nodded their acqui- If Aunt Linnie felt any surprise the living when she had with Balianci betray her. “How nice to find you she exclaimed. “Lelia and I are going to the Club Torquay to meet the Bascoms and play a bit of roulette. Will you join us?" “Thanks so much,” plied. “We'd love it." “I'll change in a jiffy,” Lelia was 3alianci re- utes?” Lelia appeared in but a moment, and a black velvet coat with a white fox collar. (TO BE CONTINUED) Experts at the zoological park in Brookfield are busy disputing time- honored fables about animals. You can forget the following, advises a Chicago United Press correspondent in the Detroit Free Press: An elephant has a good memory. Monkeys like bananas. The humming bird has a small appetite. Beasts of the jungle are cruel. In fact, name any of the popular beliefs about animals and Robert Bean, assistant director of the zoo, will give you a two to one bet that you're wrong. He and his assist ants based their conclusions on ob- servations. The elephant, for example, has a memory no longer than his tail Doctor Bean cited the case of Hon- v, a baby elephant which was res- cued from starvation in the wilds of Africa by Christoph Schulz. Schulz brought the animal to Chicago and for months nursed it along on a bot- tle. He was absent from town for aight months and when he returned Honey gave him the snub: didn't remember him at all. The female elephant is reputed to breed at the age of 40 to 50, but Doc- tor Bean said, in reality, she breeds at six to eight years. Monkeys like bananas? Bean poo-pooed the idea. "Give a monkey a bag of popcorn, if you want to make him happy.” And humming birds? They have an appetite that rivals the greediest pig in the sty. Beast cruel? Not at all. A hungry tiger, Doctor Bean said, does away with its prey in short order, as if it had deep sympathy for the unfor- tunate jungle pal it is necessary to devour for sustenance. A house cat, Doctor Bean said, is more cruel in playing with a helpless mouse be. fore eating it than the most feared jungle cat. The lay public has one inning, though, according to the experts of the zoo. A ivopard really can't change its spots. Farmhouse Southern Shrine An old farmhouse near Durham, N. C., which served as headquar- ters for the last Confederate army in the field in 1865, is used as a Southern shrine, Doctor The Worst ‘Bad Man’ HE life of Alexander Harvey, one of the worst “bad men" of the fur trading days of more than a century ago, was just one murder after another. That isn’t the kind of career to glorify, but there is no denying that if you can get away with it, there is adventure in it. His first murder was in 1840 at Fort McKenzie when he shot a mild- mannered employee after first mak- ing him kneel down before him. He reported that a Blackfoot Indian did the killing and no one had the cour- age to contradict him. Later that year, while traveling to Fort Union, he quarreled with his companion and shot him through the head. While at the fort, he was bitterly hated, especially by a Span- iard, Isodoro. In the presence of a group of people including the com- mander of the fort, he killed 1so- doro and then challenged those pres- ent to do something about it. None would dare. Back at Fort McKenzie a short while later, the commander was or- dered Har- The two away and a friend of vey's was left of them adn But there ng his des last vears skulk- Missouri river bottoms. * . - Colorado's Mystery Man N THE early sixties an intellectu- al gentleman with strong bearded features arrived at Georgetown, Colo., and bec »brity of the local ountry. He called re Stephen Decatur and since there had been two previous Stephen Decaturs in American history, both of whom were dores, his as looked upon with suspi- for a single one of them. were so m he had to spend h ¥ ing in the immediately Georgetown residents soon found that the commodore seemed to get a great deal of fun out of living. He got along well with everyone, espe- cially the ladies. He was the town's greatest an advocate of good roads and the development of mines. He became associate ed Georgetown Miner, local and thenceforth inc He was a flowery writ booster, first-rate drinker. he would r guage-~that of the 8 ha, Ponca or Pottawatom cause of his ability to speak them, he was delegated the task of settling all disputes with the aians. In 1876 he was rado’s commissioner to the Phila- delphia exposition and he was cock of the walk there, too. He was so entertaining that he was followed by crowds wherever he went. But he was recognized at the ex- position as Stephen Decatur Bross, brother of the lieutenant-governor of Illinois. He had disappeared from wife and children. The publicity of his dis- covery in Philadelphia ruined his popularity in Colorado and he had to retire to obscurity. - - » also, with appointed Colo- Venturesome Historian RANCIS PARKMAN, the famous American historian, born in Bos- ton in 1823 and educated at Har- vard, underwent terrific hardships to gather material for his books. In order to get a thorough under- standing of the people and country he was to describe, he lived among the Sioux. Some historians have said he was “entertained” by the Indians, but “tortured’’ might be a better word. The Oglala Sioux were the fiercest savages of their day. As Park man’s hosts they would tell him stories of how they killed their en- emies by holding them down in huge fires with poles until they burned to death. Once, while being “entertained” by the Sioux, the eldest squaw came in, grabbed a small dog by the hind leg and took it to the entrance of the lodge. There she hit it on the head several times with a rock until it was dead. Then she swung it back and forth in the fire until all the hair was burned off. Next she cut it up into small pieces and dropped them into a pot that was stewing above the fire. A dog feast was the greatest treat a Sioux could offer a guest and Parkman forced himself to eat it. 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