The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on January 16, 1937 · Page 3
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Blytheville, Arkansas
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Saturday, January 16, 1937
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SATURDAY, JANUARY 16, 1937 Retire Indebtedness in Advance of Contract Requirements LITTLE ROCK, Ark.—Rural rc- labllitatlon clients in the 19 coun- ies comprising Hi C second district )f the Resettlement Administration lave repaid more than half the oans advanced lo them, although ,«ss than onc-thtnl was due this tall. District Supervisor Travis R. riiomns reported to SliUe Director . M. Rogers. 'Hie counties included In this report are Baxter, Clay, Cleburne, Craighead, Crlttcnden, Cross, Ful- ion, Greene, Independence, iziird, Jackson, Lawrence, Mississippi, PoinseU, RanUolph, Sharp Stone White! and Woodriifr. The RA advanced a total of $601,565.05 to 2,127 clients in these coun- Ities to set them up for fanning, (because they could not get credit [elsewhere. So;'far, they have re- foaid ft total of 5339,859.03. Includ- cash crops not yel sold. A total or 2G1 clients paid every penny of their indebtedness to the IRA, although their contracts call for repayment only of subsistence and operations loans in full at. the end of the first year. Three lo fiw years are -allowed for repayment of loans for capital goods, sucli as livestock and farming implements. Tlic value of capital goods held by clients, which is security for the balance of [heir indebtedness, is $533,352.52, considerably more that! the amount of their remaining debt. Further evidence of the progress BLYTHEVILLB, (ARK.)' COURIER NEWS these farm .families nre making toward rehabilitation Is shown by tlic following facts: Nearly .one-fourth of them have all the food, feed find seed needed for 1937, tmd the remainder have , more than they ever had belore. j They have canned 254,203 quarts j of fruits and vegetables; dried 110,505 pounds of fruits and vegetables: canned 321 beeves; killed 2.017 ho-is averaging; 150 pound:;; acquired 2,1025 (locks of chickens and '>,97t COTS. Of the 2,127 families, 437 have made down payments on their land, and 1.82D will remain on the same land hi 1937. They arc sending 2.824 children lo school, and 370 babies were born during the year. Striking Bowling Beauties Riviera Shins Flowers I All Over Europe PARIS (UP)—More than 3,000,003 puunds of fresh flowers were 'itilupttl frn'n the French Riviera 'nst month lo various capitals of Europe. T\vo KOrclnl trains, equipped with isolhcrinlc cars In which an even temperature ' Is constantly maintained, operate a dally scrv- 'ce between Nice ajul Parts to '.-anspoit the flowers. From (he French capital, the Riviera flow°i's arc distributed to the rest of Europe. Scone of the specially refrltrcr- alecj cars are placed on the new ferryboats which cross the channel from Dunkirk to Dover, thus 'ransporting flowers from the Riviere to London in less than 24 'lours. By means of special rail ind boat service, flowers arc '"•ought to Norway. Sweden anil Cemnark within three days. They're beautiful daughters of .several of America's men o( millions. When ihey organized a lav:n howling team in -Sim Diego. Calif., where they ave wintering, they called themselves the "fllue lilood Howlers." They're all set to roll a few strikes. Spain cork Wading birds have soft, 'sensl- cle of evergreen, oak, are stripped tive bills so they can feel their! of their cork bark every 8 to 10 food In the mud. i reads and yield 45 to 60 pounds ol In and Portugal have large | cork lo a tree. In spite of the reforests. These trees, a spe- pealed stripping!,'Ihc Irees thrive for 150 years or longer. Read Courier News Want Ads 'Conl.i'ii|oii From Pn»" u places near Romunucr, Mo., yesterday, stow!' nl 25.8 at Flsk, Mo., » rise of a,2 feet dining In '1\ hours. It is expected to crest within the mx i two dnvs at 20.0 or i!7 foot. Flood \valcrs from Ihc levees breaks spread over Hie Mliigo b«M». drlvliiB scores from their lioinrs, s Itoatls llmlcr XVuIrr The united stnU-s cnxlucers office here, reported a small break In the levee along the si. Francis river in lower Greene county. The break was the result of overloimlmj and will Hood approximately ii.000 acres mostly timber land, Die report said' Railroad employes at Newport reported that Highway 07. principal Iramc artery between fl t. Lol ,i. s 1U1( , Little nock, was open to travel although s |.< inches of Hood waler covered the roadway In two places Slate Highway 14 between Newport and uatcsvllle was covered by more than two feet of water in several places and the road was closed. l-evees surrounding Newport will carry a crest of 31 feet and no fear was felt for city property although lowlands were covered. • Outdoor celebrations, arena games at night, and Indoor feasts In ancient Greece.and Home were Illuminated by torches In metal baskets and receptacles filled 'with resinous woods, pitch, or other Inflammable substances. PAQJ5, THREB Spanning bf Golden Gale Near Complclioij, , \ » x * ' _ ' - . "-. '"vr',,v "''^T'A *» - • s r°? I""! 1 !' , * " lwlw " ltnl «""wl™<. to am Frnncto', famed entrance from the Pacific i Gate bridge, above. Is approaching completion, will, formal opcnhu, ,el for MW i II 1 ™ pewlon cables and..ho ,«-fcol .to™, arc the supports for the brlcl 8 e floor, o c"? auto *lI • ho tel me, drive above the OoUlen Gate. With'the already opened nay W. 8 nA n i™ "hoMe.1" on a- peninsula, win llnv o direct overland .outlet,, north. c .u n ,,l o th ' Taxpayer Heads Line For 21 Straight Years ALBANY, N. Y. (Ul>>—For 21 consecutive years Mrs. Thomas Mlllerlck has been first In lino to pay her taxes. • She, appeared at city hall two hour.* before the regular opening portal.' nut employes arrived eni'ller too—to accept her payment and assure her of nn unbroken record. •'• . . •• •.••••• New Jersey is .Hie home of superfine silk gloves In Die mnnu- faclurlng field. •'•:•' & '' Head courier News Want Aflf 666 LIQUID - TAIH.ETS - SALVE - NOSK 15ROPS . t ' ' USE'AS'A i PREVENTION Plncc Gu'G iSalve or 066 Nose Drops in nostrils night and 66C Liquid or Tnblola cvoiy morning. BEGIN HERB TODAY PAUL I, Kins of \nrtlnimbr.-i, become* nrlvulc citlgen PAUI, KEHHOXK ivhtn lie uliillclttr* for the love of AIIDATII HICmiOM), <,iinudinn-bor[i uctress. I'iniPj* jounser brother. JOSKl'H, *uc- fe«Ml« lo the kingshln. . >Vltn calm llnullly. 1'nnl fllcos the formu! ubdiciltlou nnpcrs nt M* ruynl Inilco, Hriya, "Well, gentlemen, II I, :,ll over." Then, nfler l.rlefly winning -hl.s brother well, fce Nueed* lo (he roynl airport, liojird* a plane nnil Nonr* off inlo Jhe nlKht, l,-:ivln K 1,1* empire beta End him forever. 1'uul nnd -Ard:ilh nmrry, R charming vlltn oil liny SI. Fran«•!«. I'nul revel* in Ills new freedom. He'* ili.lirtoiuly Ji:i|i|,y ivith ' t\ln bride. Anil then one dny he iivnlkfl .lnlO;.tlie nenrliy. village of. Son Lorenzo. lie ovt-rlienrs clirtoiiK iourlxtH. n»klii(r n .«ho[ikeei>er ^vlivre tnnt "klnK nnd LIH K'rl friend Imve hid out." AiiBry, terrified lt!.-<t lie he rre- CKnlzeJ. 1'nul turnfi back, lo the •villa, iMoklo^ only of protection I»i-Mnd HJI ivnllw. 'NOW «0 OX WITH THE STORY The chnraclers ond sifua- ' fioHs in this story nre wholly fictional and imaginary and : are not intended to portray • " finy actual persons or events. '• CHAPTER III "gUT dearest," Ardath was saying, pouling prettily, "these are all people we know. There won't be any strangers there." "I know," said Paul. "It's just that—lhat—oh, I guess the truth is I hate lo run the ganllet of the tourists in San Lorenzo. I hale to see them all swinging their cameras at me, to hear them jabbering, 'Look—there he is!' in five languages." [ He grinned ruefully. "I suppose it'll be all right, though, especially since it'll be fairly dark." ; "And anyway," said Ardath, !"lhey won't be at the Casino. That, thank heaven, is too'expensive for _ Ihe ordinary run of tourist. Be- I sides, Ihe countess is expecting us. 51 would look a bit boorish, if we turned her down at the last minute." • "I suppose so." Reluctantly, Paul turned lo go to his dressing room and change to evening at- lire. "Though I must say," he said, "Ihe Countess di Marco is not precisely a lady for whose good opinion I would lie awake nights and worry." ; "Why, Paul! She's nice—" began Ardalh, but Paul had gone. He undressed and bathed moodily, and told himself thai he must not quarrel with Ardath—he must not, for he was all she had and she was all he had. . - * * * JJE crossed fo a cabinet in the wall, took down a bottle and poured a drink, to lift himself out of this depression. He had, he re- flecled, been using this remedy rather frequently of lale. Oh well the> tourist season would be over by and by. Or maybe, as time went on, people would simply get used to the idea of an ex-king b.eing around and would slop making such a fuss. He finished his dressing and wenl lo rejoin Ardath. They drove down the road, sped through Ihc lovvn and went to the gimcrack gilt-and-slucco Ca- Eino. • The Countess di Marco met them In the vestibule. She was small and pert, with black hair and alert eyes. A decade ago she Had been spoken of as "petite"; r uow, as the years inexorably added successive increments of flesh .she was more than a little plump. \Jn another decade she would be open'/ and unashamedly fat rucf N.EA Service Inc Stooping, she peeled ftcr gown over her heai md fossed" it blithely away. . p au l / c /( a J1H M cn| aarf( . ^^ fg gu[ ^ Laimo and away from (he Vaiuous fofy tt / 10 pcopfcd ff They enlered a large room. At one end, there was a bar; at the oilier, a raised dais where a small but energetic colored orchestra was doing things to a torch song. A few couples were dancing- others sat at little tables, sipping drinks; still others came and went through the double doors that gave on the game rooms; but most of the guests—o£ whom there were at least fifty—were simply standing about in groups, chatting. Ardath, Paul saw, had been mistaken; they were not all people he knew. He did recognize many of them, however; they were members of ttie gay sporting set that drifted from one internalional capital to anolher, from this playground lo the nexl, dedicaled, ap- parenlly, to the self-imposed task of filling every minute of life with activity, whether the activity meanl anything in parlicular or not, so that there could never be one moment of boredom, of solitude, or of reflection. * * » A SLIM young man with an old face disengaged himself from a group and came over to them. The Countess di Marco slipped an arm about hi* waist and said "Reggie Van Twyne—Mr. and Mrs. Paul Ferrone." She said U rather pridefully; not yet had the thrill gone out of introducing the former king of Northumbra a.s plain "mister." Reggie Van Twyne bowed. He was an American, of the type known to Hie Sunday supplements as "rich young playboy." Paul knew him by repute; a gay youngster, not particularly depraved or vicious but cursed from childhood by the fact that he had always had unlimited freedom and unlimited money. He was now in his third marriage, to an ex-queen of the Follies; she was standing by the bar, glass in hand, talking with a swarthy nobleman from some forgotten duchy in southeastern Europe. Reggie .Van Twyne, it seemed, fancied himself as an entertainer. Presently he would sing for them. And, indeed, after half an hour of slrolling in and out among the groups, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries, Paul found himself silling with Ardath and the countess at a little table while Reggie mounted to the dais, sat at the piano and burst into song. "Song" was not quite the word, perhaps. What Reggie .did .was to repeat verses in a manner half way between singing and ordinary reciting, playing an apparently improvised accompaniment and underlining the significant park of his ditlies with no end o( eyebrow- arching and head-wagging. The verses themselves were mildly risque—the sort of thing Paul had heard in a dozen night clubs Jn his native capital. Reggie's insistent smirking gave them an offensiveness they did not intrinsically possess. Reggie got down, at last, to be surrounded by gushing folk who cried, "Reggie, how simply marvelous!" When the counless announced thai Madernoiselle de Lys of Hie Deauvillc Casino would now favor Ihem with her sensallonal fan dance, Paul excused himseU and wandered to the balcony lhat overlooked the waler. He slood Ihere, leaning idly agalnsl a pillar and smoking in silence, when a bulky shape appeared in the doorway. * * * "QH—it's you, Ferrone?" said a • gruff voice. The shape came nearer and resolved itself into tlic person of Baron Lanzia, one of the wealthiest industrialists in all Norlhumbra. He swaggered over to the railing, looking—as he always did—as powerful and 'as ruihless as a grizzly. Lighting '. a cigar, he slood surveying' Paul with an expression on.his 'face which Paul could not quite; inake OUt. • - •' ' ': / J .' : • "You know," said the, baron suddenly, "good job, your quitting when you did. Good job for me, 1 mean. Those tours of yours. They didn't do rue any good?" ••/'. "Tours?" said Paul. He had never liked Baron Lanzia; nor did he like the half-contemptuous way in which the man said -'Ferrone." •'.•..••"•' "Uh," said the baron. "Down into the.coal fields around Lazare. Depressed areas—you know. Stirred up too much talk: Made my stockholders ask a lot o( silly questions. No good." • ''•'•".'• He. stepped inside. Paul remembered his last tbur'to the'Lazarb coal fields,: along the north coast of Norlhumbra. He had gone'into that hopelessly depressed region some six months ago, and.had seen there poverty and degradation such as he had never before dreamed of. Hardesl of all to endure had been Ihe heartbreaking look of hope and trust wilh which the jobless miners and their families had greeled him. Their king, they had been sure, could do something for them—what, they did not know, but surely something. Paul savagely threw away his cigaret and returned to the bar. Mademoiselle de Lys had gone. The orchestra was playing loudly, people's voices were raised, everyone seemed to be talking at once. . Nearby, Reggie Van Twyne's pretty wife, her face flushed, was arguing -with the eastern potentate and an Argentine polo player. ' "Can, too," she said shrilly. "Can dance jus' as good as de Lys ever did. Don' need fan. Look!" She made her way suddenly to the end of the room by the orchestra and said something to the director. There was a ruffle of drums, which stopped the conversation and drew all eyes to her. "Fan dance! By me!" she cried. Stooping, she peeled her gown oft • over her head and tossed it blithely away. It fell on the neck o£ the drummer, who leered delight- ! edly. Before she could go any | farther Reggie was at her side. • Grinning shamefacedly, he man-' aged to pick her up in his arms : and carry her away, while some-1 one retrieved the discarded frock, bore it after them and the orchestra struck up a new tune. Paul felt a sudden, acute desire to get out of the Casino and away from the vacuous folk who peopled it. As he looked about him for Ardalh, he heard a m'an's voice, at his elbow. Someone was asking him, "Well, Paul, was it such a bargain—giving up your throne ior . . . THIS?" BEGIN HEBE TODAY TAIII, I, Klnc <i< Nurlhumbrn, krrume* private flllirn 1'Alll, >'HUUONB nhen lap nhdlpnli-M fur Ibr'liivrof AKDATII 1UCHMOM). rnnudtun-ltern nclrrfm. PnuL'N T»un K rr hruthfr. JONKI'M, nuf- • trrcU to tltp klngfthlii. tt'HK I'.lu, flnnlllr, I'nul •Inn Ikr [or»,u; .Mir,, llun il»fum«n1» »iid Ihrn «t«k iiiTny to nmrry Ar- 4ntk. ''n*r. I'koun* n chnrnilnit "Tllln <..-! 'kr ll., r ot HI. Krnncli. £•"'. '!'•'«' "' hl » »"• '"rUom. "•I" *»llel»6.l.- h.pp, with kl. hrldr. A»< it,,, „„, j ny ), r ,,nlk» j Intn Iht nrarr,; rlllRK* «f -fnn l.n- ,trn<o >nd and. hr I. not frre nl nil — thr vyi* of ilir rUTlouj, vcnm- Htit*. Ihp IThnlr- world, nrr on hlrti, :rrjlnjr. He flttm komennrd nick nl . hrMri. . , . , - "Mickf* Inter far vfj.ll. n rn.lno 'tllU Arilnlli. nireiN ihr V!u-Li[,u» t:oi)XTi:s» III JIAHCO, the Amrr- I|'<m vlnjtHtr. UKI', VAX TJVTNlj *j,,j >IIIS. VAX TWYXH. i"? '"T* 1 "*. 'wmrt on. Kuddmlr Mm; Vnn.Twjrnr, InrlSrlhlnl, ptrl. . krr Kimn orrr. ker k»d unit b,. KlBM'n fan danor. ..... SnnK-onr lnjr« nl Pnnl'n fllioTT. A- Tolce ««T.,."Well. i T n» II .uch " »»r««ln— clylnR up n Ihront rnr . .... IhUI" (JO ON WITII TUB STORY " _ The , characters' and siliia- • Itohs in this story are wholly •/ic!tbn<i!-anaV imaginary and • are not intended (o portray . .'ani/.'acftiiil persons or events'. •;•':.• .CHAPTER IV i gTARTLED, Paul spun; about. There stood a short man In n tweea/ suit— a short man, profoundly tanned, with a little gray goalee, and wilh dark eyes liiat looked out of a network of fln= wrinkles. : ::',:; ."Dr.: Senders!" said Paul. "Wherever did— " : "Where did I come from, and how did I get here?" said the little man, shaking the hand which Paul thrust at him. "I'm on my way back to the diggings in Guatemala. Stopped off to see Ihe Marquis de Sauze and try to get a contribution out of him. He brought me over here. And, meanwhile, what about answering my question?" Dr. Senders was looking up quizzically. He had been Paul's lulor, or one of them, back in university days. Now he was one of the world's most famous archeologist. He was an outspoken, sardonic little man, awed by no one and impressed by nothing. "Your question?" said Paul blankly. "Yes. I asked you"— Dr. Sonders waved his hand vaguely at the chattering crowd— "it it was a good bargain, lo exchange a throne for this?" Paul looked about him. The air was hazy wilh tobacco smoke, heavy with that and with perfume, powder' and the infinitely mixed aroma from the bar. People were beginning lo look flushed and disheveled. Their voices were louder than need be, their laughter was a llltle shrill. "Let's go outside in the air," said Paul. He guided the lillle scientist out to the veranda and found a lillle table by Ihe railing. Oul in Ihe bay gleamed the lights of a cruise ship at anchor. The two men sat down and Dr. Senders subjected Paul lo a careful scrutiny. "You needn't answer the question," said Dr. Senders. "After all, there's only one answer you could possibly make." "But it wasn't a fair question," objected Paul. "After all, Doctor, I didn't exchange my throne for — this." "No? \Vhat did you exchange it (or?" ". . . and frc u)os like a beacon and a symbol lo millions of I/it's carlhs tired pcopfc. He tt'as real and his throne mas real." "I djdn't 'exchange' It for anything, slriclly speaking. Bui if you must make a bargain oul of it, let's'say I exchanged il for— for' life, for freedom, for (he chance to—to realize whatever potentialities I have, for living." "Hmmm. And all of this is life, freedom and the chance to'realize your God-given potentialilies?" Paul colored. His old tutor could always make him feel like a stammering schoolboy who had scamped his lessons. "That isn't fair, either, Doctor," he said. "You lake one nigbl al n frivolous night resort and make il stand for a whole career." Dr. Senders shook his head and thrust his goatee forward aggressively. "Paul, Paul, it isn't just one night. I read the papers, my boy." "The papers?" * * * "CURELY. You don't suppose • that the people of Northum- bra arc left in ignorance of the way in which you are spending your lime, do you? They get all the details—including, doubtless, some that are quite imaginary. But,unless there is a great deal more of imagination in these accounts than I have ever known our newspapers to be guilly of, this night is a pretty fair sample, after all. "I don't mean," he went on, raising a hand as Paul opened his lips to protest, "I don't mean that there's anything so terribly bad or abandoned about this crowd here tonight. There's no harm in them ... not in most of them, anyhow, But Paul, Paul—I do hate to see pearls cast before swine." "Meaning— 1" "Meaning Ihis." The doctor stroked his goalee nnd looked oul over Ihe bay al Ihc lighls of the cruise ship. "Paul, I'had a king. He was a fine young man, tall and handsome as a king should be, and he had a keen mind and a warm heart and his soul was clean. H< sat in a high place and he wa a like a beacon and a symbol to millions of this earth's tired pco pie. "To these millions, Paul, tha king was not an abstraction, ond the throne he sat on was no merely a convenient figment o government. He was real and his throne was real, and together they meanl much." The doctor paused and stopped stroking his goatee. His eyes ookcd out from the wrinkles tha Ihe burning sun of the tropics hao put about them, and they lookec old.and tired. "I had a king, Paul, and he descried me," he went on at last "Ho left me because, as king, ht might not marry the woman h< loved. No, don't interrupt me Paul. I know that the traditions the prejudices and the laws which kept the empire of Norlhumbra from admitting an aclress to its throne as queen are narrow and stupid. It was not fair or just al all. But a king is a king to stand unfairness and injustice— yes, and loneliness and doubt and unhappiness too, if need be." Again he paused. '•That part is as it may be," he said at last, "Tha decision wa: its to make, and—knowing him «i do—I nm sure that he did not nnke II lightly. It Is what cornea nflor Iha. decision that worries ma low." . «, , - . * * * ! [TIS eyes sought Paul's and found them, held them, bored relentlessly inlo the soul of tha man who had once been monarch, "But the time Is so short," protested ' length. J'AHer all, Doctor, it has only been six weeks since my abdication. What can I do, nt-thls time? If I go out anywhere there are tourists and * newspaper people nnd all sorts of Idly curious gawkers lo clusler around me. I almost, fall, over them. 'Can't I nt leastiwaithere until that soil ot thing dies down a bit?" '11 will.never die down,".said the archeologlst. "You will carry around with you the king you used lo be, for.thq rest of your life. He will st.and,'at youi elbow wherever you go, and you will see his rcfleclion in people's eyea to the end of your life." Paul folded his arms on the lll- tle table and'slarcd out over the dark bay. He had given his respect and love to this odd little scholar in his youthful,'formalive years; now he : could only listen as the man talked, and feel miserably guilty. There was a long silence. Al last Paul leaned forward and looked earnestly at tho piercing eyes in the bronzed and wrinkled face. "Grant that everything you say is true," lie said. "What am I to do? My abdicallon is over and done wilh. I couldn't withdraw that even if I wanted lo. What am I lo do?" "You paid n tremendous price for your freedom," said Dr. Senders. "To make a good bargain oul of it, you must make that freedom worth a tremendous lot lo you. You must justify it—not so much by what you do, for you have given tip your chance for doing, but by what yotfare." The doctor looked at him sadly, * * « " , »T WILL tell you something," he said abruptly. "Your brother Joseph is on the throne of Norlhumbra now. You know Joseph—young, intense, serious*, idealislic. His people are learning lo love him. And already it is being said—in newspapers, magazines and so on—lhat his accession has changed the moral tone of the kingdom." "Are you going lo let that be your epitaph—the fact that your kingdom was made the be Her by your departure?" Again he paused. Then h8 burst out: "Get away from this! Put your mind to work, live with everything there is in you. If you can think of nothing better lo do, come out to Gualemala and help me dig into the ruins of buried cities and lost civilizations, so that when you come to die you can at least know that you left Ihc race a little wiser than you found it. Do that, do anything— but don't drift. For the sake of what you might-be, Paul, don't become the prisoner o£ your lost- crown and your own freedom!" He gave the young man'* shoulder a final squeeze, turned quickly, and was gone. • "» (To P« Continued);

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