Hope Star from Hope, Arkansas on July 5, 1934 · Page 5
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STAR, HOPE, ARKANSAS fit F t Continued from page 2) ROM the quality of the Ilgln edging the drawn shades, fron the clink of ohlmi ngnlnnt sllvpi In the kitchen, and from the hcnrt enlne whiff of coffee from the nntirtnr. Jane know that It was nlm o'clock or thereabout*, of a cloai ntorjilng, nnd tint her maid, Kitty was almost ready to brlnp In hei breakfast tray. She rolled ovet nnd burled her face In her pillow and Kronnod. "I wlnh I'd nevoi waked up, I wish 1 had the nerve to kill myself." She roHo wearily, pulled n thin rosc'Color negligee over her nrms nnd stuck her foot Into rose-red Chinese slippers. She went Intr. the bathroom nnd turned on the Oklahoma Is Given Negro Taken Here Bradley Turned Over, Following Seizure by Reaves and Downs John Bredlpy, negro fugitive, cnp- lured horn S\indny by Officer William Reaves ami Miles Downs, was returned to the Oklahoma penitentiatry Wednesday where he was sentenced to serve a life term for murder. Bradley's suspicious actions led lo his arrest here. He had been al liberty for more thun a year. Bradley told officers that he was convicted In 1909 for killing another negro near McAlester. He had served approximately 20 years of his sentence. your wife to divorce you, do youf You've not mentioned that to her, by any chance, have you?" TVfttor nnd as she stooped the mlr | "Jane—you know—she's a terror showed her fnco, thin, will! Hilly good sort, and she thinks, purple hnlf moons under her eyes al'e ihlnkH, well, she'd be all broken up. H'd kill her. She thinks I'm fine, Jane—B!IO thinks I caro about her. And there's my mother, and sisters! And here you are, like this! If you'd only done an I wanted you to In the first place everything would have been nil right. You wouldn't linve hud to give lip your job. Nobody would have known." her sjck mouth, her hair dry nntl lltolenfl. and one shivered "I look a million," aim thought and'after that she avoided the BlnsH. Sho poured violet, vlnaigrt tie. toilette Into thn bath and thr sharp sweetness refreshed her n little, and Bho pinned up her hall and (led a ribbon about It, She was hack In bed fitter hei bath when Kitty knocked. Kitty was West Indian, with an nhorlRlua! profile, a Ilrltlsh accent and n groat talent for cookliiK and foi minding her own buulm-ss. "Arc you fooling better till; morning. Miss?" fihe a.sked. "No, I'm not. And I don't want any breakfast." "Oh, do tukn ftomo roffet>, Miss. So strengthening, coffee." I T had always amused Jane to hear KlUy'n Hrklnhlsnis, contrasting so drolly with Kitty's African color and features. Hut this inornlnR aha loathed Kilty, feelliiR In the woman's manner an Insolent satisfaction at her stuto. "Tako tho tray away," she said. "Oivo me that bottle of salts." "Can't I help you. Miss'.'" Through her closed eyes Jane •was aware of Kitty's nly, respectful malice, and It spurred her energy. "Take the tray nnd leave tho room," she commanded. "I'll rltiK If I want you." Tho apasm of nausea passed hut It left her very weak. She mustn't; be weak. Sho needed all tho utrongth she could miiHtor. She! looked at tho calendar. Then she, looked about her room, a roonrt 8he had been proud of when she had furnished it. She had thought it odd and chic, and BO It was. Tho walls were hung from floor U> coiling with a shadowy. fa.Miway"Nvhlte and gray cretottncY the furniture was painted black,., but the rug in lively soft rose, and pillows ot rose-color, coquetry to this austerity. Jane's own negligee was the sumo rose. She had seen the room in a dec- 'orator'a exhibition and had not been satisfied until she had duplicated it in every detail. Now .she hntod it. HH gaiety seemed .callous to her suffering. Tho telephone rung mid she took it up. "Oh — Roger ... I feel awful 1 don't want to see you ... I don't want to talk . . . There's nothing to talk about . . . Leave mo alone, can't you . . ." She banged tho receiver down fiercely and lay back again on the .pillows. "I'm going to get rid ot him." !B]IO thought. "lie's a coward. 1 hate him, too, along with everything else, shall tell Whining around—1 him—" Sho was stronger now and she not up again, huddled into somu loose clothes pud combed her hair. That made her feel better. When she wont into her living room Kitty was there cleaning. "Make mo some fresh coffee and toast and bring it hero," said Jane, and mil down at her desk. * * * 'PHIS room, like the other, hud •^ boon copied from a decorator's •exhibit. Juno bad traveled far .from tho Knuincloth and niahog- niny which had no impressed bet iut Miss Jardine'H. This was, so '.far as an apartment living room can be, a Spanish salon, heavy carved wood, dark leather, ironworks, bronze lustre pottery, blua UTVronODY knows now," said Jnno, "though I'm sure Mr. Kandel suspects." "I know ho does, nnd It's hurt mo with him. He's been short nnd offish with me ever slnco you left. He's watching me, too." "If ho finds out that you have anything to do with the Che-cha Corporation, he'll l>e extremely annoyed with you, I imagine—the Clie-Cha Corporation that got hold of the Chelsea plot just when Mr. Kandel thought he had the owner tied up." "Don't talk about It. You made as much out of that deal as I did." "But there's no way to prove that I was In on It. My name didn't appear. I didn't talk to anybody. 1 didn't sign anything." "No," said Roger Thorpe, with bitterness, "You only took your share of tho profit." "And I also put up the money to finance it. You, of course, need your money to take eare of that nice country home of yours and your wife who's such a terribly good sort." Roger Thorpe's pleasant satisfied face twisted into tortured shame. "You hate me, don't you!" he said. "I don't much blame you. I've messed up your life and double- crossed the best boss I ever hod. I don't know what got into me. 1 must have been crazy." "You're not .crazy. You/re weak. I wish you'd leave mo alone. You only upset me and yourself by coming round and whining nnd lamenting. And here's one thing you don't seem to realize—I wouldn't marry you, even if I could. I'm glad I'm not married to you." Roger Thorpe shook his head "fiod, Jane, you're hard," he said. "I never knew anybody like you. What'H you do? Go back homo to your aunt? Whnt'll she say? You can't ho alone. You never seemed to have many friends. Somebody's got to stand by you. And look hero —this is my child—I've got some rights you know. I'm not shirking my responsibilities." Jane stood up, furious nnd defiant. "You go away and stay away and don't talk about your rights and responsibilities. This child will be mine, you understand, my own—unless you want to acknowledge it openly, let your wifo know, and all your precious family. Bo- lleve me, if you annoy mo much more I'll tell them myself." "And I thought you loved me!" "Are you going?" asked Jane. 'Or must I go into another room and lock tho door?" (Copyright. 183-1, by Rophln Kcrr) (To IU> Continued.) brocade, tile-top stands. Of course it was absurd and it was also uncomfortable, but Jane liked it and ' suited her present mood fur better than the amenities of her bedroom. Presently she heard the bell say and waited, listening. Kitty went to the door and a moment latei Koger Thorpe came in. Jane tiwung around sharply. "I told you I didn't want to see you," sha auid. "I know, but I want to soe you. Jane—for God's sake—it you knew what u swine I feel! You can't mean it when you you're through with mo—" "Hut I do mean it." "Hut you can't, June. You don't realize." lie took out his handkerchief and wiped his forehead, his palms. "Jane, you're only 2-1. You don't know the world. You don't know the lirst 'thing about what you're up against. A woman can't have a child—an and gp on- unmarried woman-as it' it was nothing— you don't know what it means." Jane simply looked at him iu silence, tupping her pencil against her chock-book. "I'd do anything. Jane, anything you want. It! wo could only get married! But I'd make auy sort of an arrangement." "Just what do you mean by ar- p Rocky Mound Rov. R. C. Bright filled his regular appointment here Sunday. Mrs. Alice Williams has re-turned home nfter spending a few days with her son. Mr. and Mrs. Grady Williams of Fairview. Mr. and Mrs. E. O. Rogers, Mr. Cc-cil Rogers and Mist Doris Yurbrough called on Mrs. Dewey Bearden Saturday afternoon. Mr. und Mrs. Porter Powers of Oklahoma are visitinf her parents Mr. and Mrs. Barto Bearden. Mrs, Cecil Rogers called on Miss Willie Henry awhile Saturday afternoon. Mr. and Mrs. Benton Huddleston of Hopewell spen (Sunday afternoon with her parenets Mr. and Mrs. E. O. Roy- erf. Mr. and Mrs. Henry Pickard and daughter Fay spent Sunday afternoon with Mr. and Mrs. J. W. McWilliams of Sliov-L-r 'Springs. Mr .and Mrs. Ivy Mitchell of CL-II- terville spent Saturday night and Bunday with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Wurrun Pickard and family. Misses Susie JSrwin. Willie Dale Purtle and Dale Mitchell .spent Sunday with Miss Lavern Purtle. Misses Helen Fincher, Elva Pickard and Mrs. Ivy Mitchell was the Sunday afternoon guests of Mrs. John Bill Jordan. Mr .and Mrs. Nolun Lcwalleii of Green Laseter spent Sunday with her parents Mr. and Mrs. Otis Purtle and family. Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Hunt spent Saturday night with Mr. aiu.1 Mrs. Dale Hunt. Miss Nora Amett called on her sister Mr. and Mrs. Bjll Fincher Sunday afternoon. -«» O -OK. Pins did not become cheap until an American "named Might invented a irangemeut? You don't wautfj machine to manufacture them in 1824. OUR BOARDING HOUSE By AHERN OUT OUR WAY B> WILLb i 1 I JUST HAD ONE MAPE FOR BARNEY YORK; WITH HIS KJAME IN BEAUTIFUL <30LD LETTERS, AMP A PIKE PICTURE OF A STEER'S HEAD. YOU KNOW, HE'S THE CATTLE BUSINESS WOW, WHAT BUSINESS ARE YOU IN? -I OH- I DON'T VET. JUST' PUT MY NAME OKI IT . YES \Y LL ASSAY ABOUTtfaOO OV- TH" TON, AN' I'M OWDEWN" x A MILL TO WA.Nt>Ur2&TONS , T YOU MEN SE&V~rV\Y THt"L\TTLt \S RtGWVT ONi THE 1 ' VOl 1 ALL A B\S WRTY'TOttD f S °" THER S1DE ° F THE YOU ALL A »V3 mK\Y.'V-KltU I > MOUNTAIN, ON A, EM —AN £( UNE W|1H H! c, MINE/ , I LL VAAVE TH GRANY jfL.^ OUTA SILK HATS^YEH ! /%%, AN N CHAMPAG.NJE - v ~" - :> 2 1V * u T-IRE -DEPARTMENT TO SERVE THIRTY .VEARS TOO SOON. By MARTi A Matter of Opinion BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES Rtf\\_\.Y R\oo Ps'ftOOT A^BOOT WcR'. TOUJ COOV.OKJ'T By HAMLIN ALLEY OOP GRAND W\UING MEDICINE KEEP 0!.J'i WASH TUBES EX-TRUH IX-TRUHf CASHIER CHAR6ED WIT' MOIOER! r/ •?HORTUV AFTER THE CDNFEREKJCE d>W\THtHE PBTRICT NEWSPAPERS APPEAR WITH SCREAMING HEADLINES. ( ODME ON, KID. VOU CAN <3O WITH US. ) v., . ,— -, —• Anxious Moments! By CRANE CARS LEAVE THE S STATION! OUIETUV. OFFICER INTWINCHESTER, 3O MILES AWAV, ARE MOTIFIED. STATE TROOPERS PATROL ALL HIGHWAY? HEN THREE PHOME CALLS IN RAPID SUCCESSION. LI THEY RUN TO THE D. A,'S. WAVTIMS CAR, AMP SPEED TOWAPJD WINCHESTER. B" • *•"'•" ' """*••—••" '-» LJUIiaiBMJMIBIIIlll^MIH I MIBlMllll^Mmrl " l 1034 OY NCA SERVICE. IHC T M BCC U. S. Pttt OfF. FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS rjmy "'f-frj I WAS PLANNING WHERE I'D GO THIS SUMMER, WHEN YOUR WIRE CAME! COSH,x wisi Yoc COULD GO WITH ME, NUTTY.'/ SO DO I, , _ -...„_. _.. _ FRECKLES... \ JCANJ TJkE , iSTsS^ J^RkS.. : X CAN SW.NC ^ TOEY , RE T^,, ; IT, THOUGH.... I'M A LITTLE SHORT OF WHAT IT TAKES.' YOUNG. ..YOU'D BE A SWELL. CAMP MATE". 1 What to Do? By BLOSSER LIKE. TO SIMk A TOOTH INTO A FOUR OR FIVE POUND LAKE TROUT ~? I'D KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HIM, .AFTER I HCOkED I CAN JUST SMELL A NICE | PIECE OF VENISON HIM....MOM / SIZZLING OVER SHOWED ME A I SMOULDERIKIQ NEVv' WAY TO J, EMBERS FRY FISH.' /H II THE NEWFANGLES (Mom'n Pop) Maybe Chick Has a Charmed Life! By CO WAN I : -_—-.'- woo'.Hoo 1 , GLADYS'. OOHN BENSON is HERE TO TELL. YOU fcBOUT HV NEW UFE. l^^sul^^NCE. POUCY -AND FOR TE.N \ BUT,\r IT COSTS 1£M OOLLWR5 TX)LLf\RS t\ WEEK, \f\V^tn<,WE V-JOUT TO SAVE. ANY MONEY! YOU CAN CAV4RY POLtCY ON THE. • BUT THIS POUCY l<3 SO B\G 'THW, IF YOUR VWSBP\NO D\ES ,YOU WILL BE. WELL PROVIDED FOQ V Yes,BUT SUPPOSE 4E. DOESN'T ^ IS 133* BY UtA StBVICE, INC. T ",«" ".j-Jff^fcli

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