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Thou Shalt £
Not Love

— A NOVEL BY —
GEORGIA GRAIG
COUT Ts
CHAPTER XI.—Continued

eA TITUTTTTTTTTTT

She sent Sapphira out on some
errand pretext while she got into her
‘Street clothes faster than she had
ever thought anybody could, aside
‘from some vaudeville quick-change
artist. She flew out of the apartment,

beret on her head. Sapphira would
‘have to attend to Michael. Or he
would have to attend to himself. She
would not be there to make any ex-
planations when he arrived. And
she would have a chance to think.

Starr had no vaguest idea where
she was going, except that she was
on her way. She slid out of the
ornate entrance like some one being
hunted, eyes alert for any sign of
Michael. Thank heaven, his maroon
car was nowhere in sight. She
hailed the first taxi that passed, and
ordered the man to drive through the
Park. That would give her a chance
to consider the next step. Though
what it would be she had not the
faintest idea. She wanted Michael—
she wanted Love but—she could not,
she must not accept them. She must
find some way of refusing them that
would not hurt—Michael-Hassan—
too much.

At the Hundred and Tenth Street
entrance to the Park, a passing bus
gave her an idea. She leaned for-
ward to speak to the driver through
the open glass.

“The Connecticut buses go past
here somewhere, don’t they driver?”
she asked.

“Sure do, Miss. But the best place
from here, if you're wanting to take
one, is Hundred and Twenty-fourth
and Lenox, or maybe Fordham, .. .
You can ‘bout catch one—they go on
the hours from downtown—”

“Hurry!” said Starr. “I want the
Stamford bus.”

She could not have told why she
did that, for the life of her. It was
merely somewhere to go.
hour later when she got out of the
big whirring bus in the centre of the
smart Connecticut town. The first
time she had ever been here, as much
as she had heard of the place.

| be like seeing Richard Mansfield, but

It was an}

| would take her mind off herself and
| away from her own WwOtane for a
little time.

She dropped into the nearest drug
store—they said you could always
discover what you wanted in a drug
store, didnt they? from postage
stamps to information. She asked a
man behind the grill about the shows
in the town. He laughed.

“Not much choice, I'm afraid,” he
told her. “Just the usual—all the
movie shows that are wished on the
best communities because the powers
think the best communities ought to
see them... .” He glanced up at
her and smiled. “But say, listen—
we've been having some of the finest
actors in the business showing
around here all summer—season not
quite over yet. ... They play in barns
and all that, you know. There’s one
not far from here where they're giv-

shows. .. .””

It appealed to Starr at once. She
asked some questions, and not long
after a hired car let her out before
one of the remodeled barns where
the “finest actors” held forth. Her
eyes widened in pleased surprise
when she saw the play that was
being revived. ‘David Garrick!’ She
had only a faint memory of it; had
seen it once as a child with her
father. She did remember how en-
thusiastic he had been. He had told
her he had first seen the play when
the great Richard Mansfield had
starred in it.

Starr smiled wanly. This would not

she was drawn. Somehow it felt as
if she were a child again and going
to the theatre with her father. How
big-eyed she had been, eager for life!
How little she had known that life
would so soon be over—before it had
even begun!

She did not mind that she was
going to the theatre alone. She
wanted to be alone. Or was that odd
feeling quivering her inmost being to
remind her that she was not alone?
That perhaps her father, who once
had seen this same show with her,
was beside her? Suddenly Starr had
a fatalistic notion that inside that re-
constructed barn theatre there was a
message for her,

The play had little more than
started when Starr sat up with un-
expected interest. It was a message
| to her—it was! She had completely
| forgotten the story of David Garrick
but as it began to unfold, one scene
after another, she knew that it was
the answer to her own dilemma. She

Standing at the circle she had no
slightest idea of where she meant to
turn next. The flickering lights of
a movie house gave her an idea, but
the advertised entertainment in no)
wise appealed to her. It was getting
toward what would be matinee time}
in New York. She wondered if she|
could find some kind of show that
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was being shown! This wandering
of hers, all this bus and hired car
| riding had not been aimless, She
|had been brought, through some
occult process, right to the answer
| to her problem. It hurt—terribly—
but it was the answer.

She sat like one hypnotized as the
actors—not bad, any of them, and
who could be with such material with
which to work? went through their
puppeting. She felt the hot tears
coursing down her cheeks, as genera-
tions before her who had seen the
same play had cried when they saw
the magnificent David Garrick, so
marvelous, so wonderfully the po-
tential lover, making a supreme idiot
of himself in the eyes of the woman
who loved him—because he loved
her! It was the only way....

Never in her life had Starr Ellison
craved gaiety in great gulps as she
did on the night she went to Lance
Marlowe's party at the swanky Sea
Beach Casino. She had a feeling
that it was to be an evening of great
potentialities in her own life, which

ing a swell repertoire—revivals, good |.

’) would use only drums for her ac-

it was to be. There were many who
attended the exclusive affair that

evening who were not soon to forget |
the party. Certainly the events}
which transpired were startling
enough to the point of sensation-
alism.

It was a heavenly night for a
party and for late September, Starr
thought as the car purred along the
Long Island roads toward the Casino.
Balmy and sweet, wtih the last warm
kiss of Summer in the air. There
was a moon, too—a moon seemed al-
ways to have so much to do with
the affairs of Starr Ellison!—and it
was doing marvelous things to the
Sound that was glimpsed at inter-
vals, magic things that could have
meant so much. And did not. It
could to be so perfect if— The same
old “if.” She refused to consider it
any longer. Her thoughts for this
night must be on a course she had
deliberately planned. What would
be the outcome?

Starr made her usual sensation
when she entered the Casino on the
arm of Lance Marlowe, the sensation
to which she had become accustomed.
She was wearing her favorite, cling-
ing black velvet this night, a sheath-
like thing with dazzling, glittering,
sophisticated shoulder straps, that
with the coal black of the frock ac-
centuated the camelia creaminess of
her throat. She wore, too, long,
antique silver earrings that might
have been an heirloom from some
Eastern princess of the blood.

Lance whispered to her as he led
her into the room:

“You're marvelous! You always
are. But you should not be wearing
ornaments without gems. You're
born for them. I know the kind you
need. Fire opals—they’re perfect for
you, who are all fire and ice.”

She gave him a long-eyed glance
of thanks—a Starr Ellison glance
that could mean so much, or nothing.

As a change from other occasions,
Starr arrived early at this party, per-
haps as was fitting as_the particular
guest the host chose to escort. She
had been dancing some time when
she first saw Michael. She had not
seen him when he came in.

He was with Stephanie, and even
before their eyes met, Starr saw that
their painful interview of the night
before and her running away from
him this morning had added taut
lines to his face. He did not appear
to be wanting to be with Stephanie,
but she was obviously claiming him
and when his glance did first meet
Starr's there was an unspoken chid-
ing in his eyes. Not that he was
angry, exactly, because he probably
understood why he had not found
Starr at home. She had so plainly
told him that she would not give him
his answer until this night.

He got a chance only in passing to
remark:

“Pretty dumb to try running away
from me again. You can’t get away
with it, sweetheart.”

And Starr, in a quick whisper: “T
told you I wouldn’t give you my an-
swer until tonight—” |

Then she was gone, dancing with
the rest of the men, all eager for a
cut-in. The party was getting more
lively every minute. Soon — as
Starr knew—it would reach a cli-
matic point. That was always the
way with Lance Marlowe's parties.

Before it reached that point it was
inevitable that somebody should in-
sist that “Play-Girl” sing for them—
something out of her homeland of
Egypt. That was getting to be one
of the best publicity selling points.

Starr did not hesitate, nor wait to
be coaxed. That was beneath the
dignity of ‘“‘Play-Girl.” Always will-
ing to oblige; always looking for
encomiums for a little known talent.

Nobody among them knew how
Starr wanted to sing this night,
though, as she made her way to the
orchestra stand, looked over the in-
struments, and decided that she

companiment, and a touch of the
oboe that could simulate a desert
pipe. She wanted to sing one song—
hoping that Michael Fairbourne,
somewhere in his subconsciousness,
would understand. If not tonight,
then sometime. It was to be a fare-
well song that should come out of
her heart.

The lights dimmed as “Play-Girl’
took up the sticks for the drum’s
first roll. In the odd silence, her voice
lifted in the desert song of the freed
negroes of Touggourt, that song
that is part of the desert, known no
place else. The lilt of her voice tried
to carry her message to one man;

“The gazelle dies in the water,

The fish dies in the air.

But I die in the dunes of the
desert sands

For my love that
sad.

is deep and

. Many times that night Starr
was almost within speaking distance
of Michael when the applause atter|
her song had whirled her off her feet
and she was back among the dancers. |
Always Stephanie was in the way.
Stephanie was hovering around,
hanging to Michael’s arm, more ex.|
citedly possessive than Starr had
ever seen her, her arm wound through

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Michael's Reteriveine as if to hold
him against outside claimants. But
Michael's eyes, it was equally obvious
to be seen, were all for the ivory-
white brunette, with the age-old ‘eyes
of the priestesses of Egypt, who was
too often in the arms of Lance Mar-
lowe.

Michael, sauntering by the ex-
quisite little bar with Stephanie saw
the two at the end of a dance dur-
ing which Stephanie had given him
no opportunity to cut in
Ellison. Lance was just filling up the
glass Starr held out to him. With
a challenging glance into Lances
eyes, Starr tipped her glass and
drank it. She drank that, knowing
she would need it for courage for
what was to come.

She said crisply:
Lance!”

She caught Michael's glance, then,
as if she had not before known he
was watching her. He shook his
head disapprovingly. Michael did
not like to see women drinking. He
was funny that way—old-fashioned.

“Fill it up again,

... (Neither had the girl David| =e scout, two machine gun and one

Garrick loved like drinking.)

Michael— Starr could remember
every word he had ever said on the
subject. He thought it was quite all
right for a girl ot toy daintily with
a cocktail or a champagne glass, to
take a sip now and then—that was
intriguing—but steady drinking was
degrading. Getting tight was some-
thing no girl in her right senses ever
did.

Starr's eyes met Michael's full
glance as she deliberately lifted the
second glass of champagne to her
lips and drained it. No one who saw
her could possibly have guessed at
the significance of her action.

It was not suddenly that Starr had

seen her way to get herself out of} season, whether from New York or
She had seen it|the Malay Straits, is

a terrible tangle.
that afternoon when a rather non-
descript cast of actors had given a
performance of “David Garrick” in a
barn theatre near Stamford. She had

only. been biding her time for the! ed by a committee on arrangements.

opportunity for her own amateur per-
formance which would, for her, be
more tragic than the soul hurts of
the real David.

Michael was waiting for his an-
swer. Well—he would have it. She
could not give it to him in words.
Another scene like that on the bal-

cony at the Mayfair last night would| eyen think about attempting. By the

be too agonizing.

Cold-bloodedly, Starr Ellison, with
an aching heart, had planned another
way.

(To Be Continued)

Develops Thornless Rose

Horticulturist At Last
Dream Of Flower Lovers

The thornless rose, dream of flower

lovers for centuries, has been de-

veloped at Attica, New York, from a

single chance plant that “just hap-
pened to grow that way,” an Attica
horticulturist, Edward C. Stroh, said.

After working for years to develop
a thornless rose, he said he came
upon a single plant free from thorns
three years ago.

“It just happened to grow
way,” he said.

that
“We had been trying

for years to get a rose with fewer} Warship And Destroyers To Be Built

thorns. From the single plant we
developed three more the first year.
Last year we grew 50 and this sum-
mer 3,000.”

The thornless
double flower.

rose is a large

Too Great A Strain

Chicago Aldermen
Using Dial Telephones

The city council of Chicago has)

won a two-year fight to abolish dial}

telephones in the city hall. It was

a great battle fought as only alder-|

men can fight, and Chicago may not}

be worse than other cities in civics. |

These dial telephones involved too}
great a strain on the mental capacity
of aldermen, Too much mental arith-

metic was needed to dial the num-|
mental |
anguish that brought a strain on the}

bers there. This caused a
elect. The Chicago city council's
efficiency was insufficient to handle
dial telephones. They were trained
to other things——Brandon Sun.

The man who says the art of con-
versation is dead never stood outside
of a ’phone booth waiting for some-
one to finish talking. 2180

on Starr

Realizes| 2 hotel, store or apartment offering

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Canadian Militia To Be Recrganized|
On New Lines

Mechanization and a
development of the technical arm
are outstanding features of the re-
organized Canadian militia whose
general composition is now made
available.

Unit peace establishments are not
greatly varied so far as personnel is
concerned. But equipment has been
completely changed. New formations
have been introduced, chief among
which is the new style “machine gun
battalion.”

Horses appear doomed to extinc-
tion so far as the infantry and artil-
lery are concerned, their places taken

various types.

An infantry rifle battalion (peace
establishment), henceforth will con-
sist of 35 officers, seven warrant
Officers (class one and two), 32 staff
sergeants and sergeants and 312
other ranks. These are distributed
among a battalion headquarters, one
headquarters and four rifle com-
panies. Each company consists of
four platoons, with two light ma-
chine guns per platoon except in the
{headquarters company which will
have two light machine guns and
two trench mortars.

In other respects the old infantry
stand-bys continue. The bandsmen
will still be required to act as
stretcher-bearers.

The infantry machine gun bat-
talion is completely mechanized un-
der the new system. Its composi-
tion provides for a battalion head-
quarters, one headquarters company,

anti-tank companies. All ranks, ex-
(cluding attached personnel, number
472, ;

Twenty-four armored machine gun
carriers, 24 general service trucks,
eight 30-cwt. lorries, 16 protected
scout cars, 29 motorcycles and nine
other cars go to make up the equip-
ment of such a unit.

Visitors To Coronation

The Largest Number In History Is
Now Expected

England expects the largest num-

ber of visitors in its history for the

coronation of King Edward in May.

Already almost every boat for next

“booked up.”
Leading hotels have sold out their
accommodations, and a search for
“1,500,000 rooms’ in the suburbs
and the nearby towns has been start-

But the problem of how to get
there, and where to stay, is simple in
comparison with the much more diffi-
cult one of getting a place to view
the royal procession on its way to or
from Westminster Abbey.

As for getting in the abbey! Well,
that’s something few visitors can

time the royal family, visiting mon-|
archs, bishops, peers, and members
of the government are taken in there
will scarcely be any room for others.

Fortunately, the route of the pro-
cession is being stretched over six
miles so that visitors will have a
reasonable chance to get a place in
a view. But it
money.

Although anybody hoping to see
the procession from a vantage point
may expect to pay a minimum of $25,
and maybe up to $100, there will still
be a possibility of getting up early
and finding a place like the English-
men who will line the sidewalks on
the day of the coronation.

is going to cost

Australian Naval Construction

In New Program

A new warship armed with six-
inch guns and a squadron of de-
| stroyers will be built in Australia’s
Cockatoo Island dockyard under a
new naval construction program an-
nounced by government officials at
Canberra.

Importation of British-built cruis-

} ,
Naval construction has now reach-

ed a stage where all component parts

Mechanized Army |

|
substantial

by motorcycles and armored cars of

| of destroyers can be made in Aus- |
| tralia, the government believes. Two |
new sloops were recently launched. |

Continuous employment of hun-|
| dreds of shipwrights and other naval}
| construction workers is assured by|
[ihe plan, officials said. They ex-|
| pressed hopes that a permanent in-!
dustry can be established.

| This Was Different
| “John writes that several of his
| friends in the senior class have got
him interested in fencing,” said Mrs.
Brown, putting down a letter.
“That's more than we could do]
|}when he was home,’ sighed Mr.
Brown. “The sight of a spade or)
post hole digger always seemed to,
give him the jitters.” |

RHEUMATISM

—often results from clogged and
inflamed kidneys allowing acid toxins
to get into your blood. Take Gin
Pills to drive out these pain-causing

impurities and soothe and strengthen
your kidneys. 270

Little Helps For This Week

Now therefore keep thy sorrow to
thyself, and bear with a good cour-
age that which hath befallen thee.

Go bury thy sorrow, the world
has its share,

Go, bury it deeply and hide it
with care,

If this be accomplished, others
are blest;

Go, give them the sunshine and
tell God the rest.

Trouble brings for us, if we will
accept it, the boon of fortitude, pa-
tience, wisdom and sympathy. If we
reject that, then we find in our hands
the other gifts, cowardice, weakness
and despair. If your trouble seems
to have in it no other possibility of
good, at least set yourself to bear it
like a man. Let none of its weight
come on other shoulders. Try to
carry it so no one shall ever see it.
Even though your heart be sad with-
in, let cheer go out from you to
others. Meet them with a kindly
presence, considerate words, and
helpful acts,

A Flexible Language

American Educationists Would Go
The Limit And Bedeyil English

Teaching of a “horse sense’ lang-
uage, streamlined for the times, was
advocated by educationists seeking
ways to end the childhood “night-
mare” of formal grammar.

In fact, the words “grammar
school’ would lose their meaning un-
der the proposal of Prof. Robert C.
Pooley of the University of Wiscon-
sin, leader of one symposium of the
lish, who urged teaching of formal
national council of teachers of Eng-
r be left for late in high

Dr. Walter Barnes of New York
University charged grammarians set
up rules which were useless outside
a classroom. He foresaw acceptance
of a language flexible as one’s dress.
Part of this living language, he said,
would be expressions like “blather-
skite,” “spill the beans,” “it is me”
for “it is I,” “I'd” for “I would,”
“all'to the good,” or “go to it.”

“What we need to teach,” the pro-
fessor declared, “is
language. Most of the old instruc-
tion in grammar was all wet and a
waste of time.”

Tragedy On Great Lakes

Earlier Calling Of Sleeping Captain
Might Have Prevented Disaster

Earlier calling of the sleeping cap- ‘

tain might have prevented founder-
ing of the S.S. Sand Merchant which
sank in Lake Erie last October 17
with a loss of 19 lives, it was dis-
closed in findings by a commission
which investigated the worst tragedy
of the Great Lakes’ shipping season.

Responsibility for tlre loss of life
in what Commissioner Mr. Justice
Errol McDougall termed a “tragic
and appalling disaster,’ was charged
to First Officer Bernard Drinkwater
of Port Stanley, Ont, and Second
Officer Wilfrid John Bourie, of Vic-
toria Harbor, Ont., who perished with
Mrs. Drinkwater and 16 crew mem-
bers, They failed, the commission
found, in not being “sufficiently alert
in obeying the master’s orders to get
the lifeboats out and the crew
aboard.”

A Common Language

Australian Senator Thinks This
Would Insure World Peace

King Edward was formally re-
| quested by the Australian senate to
convoke a world conference to study
the possibility of adopting an inter-
national language as a means of as-
suring peace.

The resolution, adopted upon sub-
mission by Senator Macartney Ab-
bott, will be forwarded to London via
the governor-general's office

Senator Abott said he had no par-
ticular language in mind when he
drafted his motion. It would be up

to the conference to decide whether

English or Esperanto was advisable,

or whether an entirely new language

should be created, he said.

a horse sense