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Thursday, March 20, 1941 THE PERRY COUNTY TIMES, NEW BI MFIELD, PA. PAGE THREE far lasatsaaaMsMsissiieS SYNOPSIS ' David Mallory. In March of newspaper work In New York, la forced to accept a Job aa switch-board operator In a awank apartment noun, managed by officious Timothy Hlgglni. There David meeta Miss Agatha Paget, a crippled old lady, and her charming niece, juiegra. una day, tauang with Biggins In the lobby, David Is alarmed by a piercing acream. David finds the scream came from the Ferrlter apartment, not far from the Fageta. The Ferrlters Include Lvon and Everett, and their slater, lone. Everett, a genealogist. Is helping Agatha Paget write a book about her blue-blooded ancestors. Inside the apartment they And a black-bearded man dead, o weapon can be found. The police arrive, Hlgglns, who actively dislikes David, informs him that he Is fired. David Is called to the Paget apartment. Agatha Paget offers nlm a Joa neiping write ner ismiiy history which will unearth a few family skeletons. He accepts the offer. Meanwhile, police suspect Lyon Ferriter of the murder. Jerry Cochran of the Press offers David a job helping solve the murder. David accepts. He la to keep on working for Miss Paget. Later David meets Orosve-nor Paget. AUegra'a brother. Then, that night, David sees Grosvenor prowl through the Ferrlter apartment. David confronts Grosvenor with the story. He is toia 10 mma his own business. Then David goes to nig gins' basement flat to retrieve his luggage, In the darkness he brushes against an un known person, and In attempting to capture him, falls over his own suitcase. David's landlady tells him that a woman had called upon him. The mysterious lady would leave no message or name. CHAPTER VIII Continued 10 When I looked up from my work again, Allegra stood in the doorway. "Hello." "Good morning." I scrambled to my feet and speech left me again. I saw the quick rise and fall of her breast beneath the tweed cloak, There was something in the silence that disturbed both of us. She broke it. "Is there soot on my nose?" she asked a little wildly. "No," I said and cleared my throat. "I was just, I was Just real izing what a beautiful person your aunt must have been." She came in and sat down, with a ghost of Miss Agatha s chuckle. "Thanks," she told me. "That is. if I follow you. I can believe that your sister-in-law is very, very love ly, too. Is she also a good llarT" Her mouth was merry but her eyes were grave. I managed to meet them. "What?" "You heard the first time. You can drop the pose of deafness or is it dumbness?" Her voice sank. Little gloved hands were locked in her lap. "Grove," Allegra said, "has told me everything." I kept my face. ,'.' f "I see." "Grove," she said, "is in love with lone Ferriter." That opened up new avenues of surmise. I did not turn toward them. I asked: "And you don't like it?" "It, or her. She's older." "That," I said, "isn't necessarily fatal. So was Mrs. Browning and Mrs. Disraeli and Mrs. Mary of Scotland and Mrs. Oedipus and " "Skip the Phi Bete erudition," she broke in, but her eyes were less tragic. "Grove is an infant and always will be. He's all the family I've got. I don't want him hurt but he will be. Grove won't listen to me. He doesn't care what I think any more." "It's just possible, isn't it, that lone loves him? Does your aunt know?" She smiled and shook her head. "Che knows, I think. 2ut Grove is supposed to be adult and Agatha's religion is minding her own business. I can't speak to her about it. I promised. Grove I wouldn't, but he said last night I could explain to you why he was in Ione's flat.". . "And, sooner or later, you're going to?" The girl looked at me and smiled. J "Meaning,' she interpreted, "that I talk too much. Grove's had a Ferriter latchkey for a month. He's been meeting lone there." She stopped and looked at the window and the smile had left her face. I waited. "I wish," she said slowly, "that I could like her. Up to now, we've always liked the same things, Grove and I. I'm not jealous. I know what they're doing. They're keeping this thing under cover until after Grove's birthday, next week. You see, if Grove marries without Agatha's and my Uncle Stanley's consent, they could hold up his inheritance That's in my father's wiUL" I told her: "You haven't yet explained why he was in " She said impatiently: "Oh, he had the idea that maybe he could find some clue the police had ignored something that would clear the Fer-riters. That's the sort of a mind he has." I said: - "One doesn't love a person for his brains." " "'" - "All the aphorisms are edifying," she told me with a flash of her aunt's spirit, "but they don't solve anything." "You could have saved yourself a lot of wear and tear," I answered, "'by telling me in the first place what you wanted solved." Allegra looked at me hard and then smiled. "All right, Admiral Crichton. Find out who killed that man." "Yes, ma'am," I told her, "it's as good as done." She held out her hand toward me. men sne turned. Neither of us knew how long Miss By FREDERIC F. VAN DE WATEJ Agatha had been on the threshold, Nothing in her face gave us a clue. She rolled into the room and spoke crisply: "It's bad enough to be a refuge for all my family's grief-smitten, without posing as aunt to the New York City police. Captain Shannon has been telephoning. Lyon Ferriter escaped from the Babylon last night." "How long," I asked suddenly. "did he stay after I left?" There was a glitter in her eyes, "About a quarter-hour," she in formed me, "and I d be quite con tent, David, if you'd confine your criminal investigations for the pres ent to my own ancestry." "Yes, Miss Paget," I said with meekness that made her chuckle I know now she had heard at least the conclusion of my talk with her niece. She turned to Allegra. "Lunch in a half-hour, my dear," she said, and the girl left the room, "He seemed pleased," I replied " to see me and my bag spread all over the floor." The old lady started to follow and paused: "David," said she, "I hope your head is stronger than I've any rea son to think it is." "I hope it's stronger than I think it is," I answered. She lingered an instant and then nodded. "Perhaps," she comforted, "it's better than either of us thinks," and trundled herself away. The door opened. Allegra looked in. "A message from Miss Paget," she said with mock gravity. "There is an extra place at the table this' noon that she wishes you would occupy. Mr. Everett Ferriter is indisposed again." CHAPTER IX Linen's frosty glow, the cool glit ter of silver and china were like friends long absent. They lifted my morale. I caught Allegra's glance as Lyon helped her into the chair beside his, and grinned. I sat between lone and Miss Agatha with Ferriter opposite, on her right hand, and I selected the bouillon spoon boldly, because I thought they might wonder it l could. I found myself disliking the scent lone wore and her as well, for no clear reason other than that I ob jected to sultry brunettes. My neighbor said in her husky voice: "I haven't thanked you, Mr. Mal lory, for what you did that awful night." I wondered if it were only the shock of that evening that harried her now. 'Thank me," I asked, "for treat ing you rough?" "Exactly. I needed it. I don't usually fall apart like that." Lyon spoke with the odd devo tion in his eyes he reserved for his sister. ! "She really doesn't. She wintered with me in Alaska, but that, after all, isn't preparation for finding" He checked himself and turned to Miss Agatha with an apologetic movement oi his hands. ' "I beg pardon.' There is no ex cuse for dragging" 'Nonsense," thp pld lady cut in. 'My dear man,; closets' are the worst possible places . for ? skeletons. It's far more wholesome to leave them out in the air. If you can stand it." "We have to," he said a little grimly. "Until the police get the idea that people who weren't there could not have done it. ' I had wished, a half-hour earlier.' that I might be included among Miss Paget's guests. Now I was unhappy. I knew too much and suspected too much more. I was tense and saw portents in actions outwardlv innocent. For "?i moment, I had thought Ione's seizure had concealed terror. Now the sanity of the well-ordered lunch, the . calm beauty of the room, the decorous speech of its occupants jeered at my suspicions. The talk veered away to less intense matters. The meal was closing when Miss Agatha said suddenly: 'Allegra, Grove called up while you were dressing. He won't be home till late. You will have to . VAN DS WAT I n.u. Service find another escort for the opera tonight." The girl nodded without expression and for an instant her eyes strayed to lone' who asked the old lady: "You don't go, Miss Paget?" The composure in her rich voice once more mocked my suspicion. Miss Agatha shook her head. . "My dear," said she, "I was reared in the Paget tradition. I went to the opera as regularly as I went to church. Being a cripple, I had no conflicting engagements. I went. I still have my father's seats. Allegra and Grove pretend to like it. I grew tired long ago of hearing nonsense sung in one language by folks who speak another, to people who don't understand either." "As a rule," Lyon said, "operas could stand a deal of editing." "Extermination," Miss Agatha told him, "is the better word." I laughed and so did he, and catching my eye, he asked: "By the way, were you coming out of the cellar last night when I left?" Once more my spine prickled I thought that a hidden something lurked beneath that easy question. Out of the murk a new theory suddenly jumped at me. Perhaps the prostrated Everett after all had been my basement antagonist. I gathered my wits and tried to drive into the open whatever fear hid behind Lyon's query. "Yes." He smiled. x "After I passed, I thought it had been you. At the moment I imagined that it was just another detective following me around. I haven't dared look under the table this noon, Miss Paget, for fear of finding one." "I can vouch for this company," Miss Agatha said dryly, "unless Da vid is one in disguise." I wondered what she meant but Allegra asked, mockingly: "Just a social call on Casanova?" Out of an eye corner, I saw that lone held her fork motionless above her salad. "No," I said. "I went to get my suitcase. I didn't see Higgins till later." "Later?" lone repeated. I looked at her, but her make-up might have been a mask. "You see," I told her, "the help ful Higgins had left the suitcase in the basement hall. I fell over it, which pleased him, I think." "The swine," said Lyon and his calm disappointed me. "That's how you hurt yourself, eh?" He nodded at my trampled left hand. I shook my head, weighing the merits of reticence and complete exposure. I chose the former and merely said: "No. Someone else gave me that." "I hope," said Miss Agatha and bit that invisible thread, "that you skinned iton Timothy's jaw." "He seemed pleased," I replied, "when he came out and turned on the lights, to see me and my bag spread all over the floor." With the others, I followed Miss Agatha's chair into the living room and looked at my watch. "It's time," I told the old lady,' that I stopped being a guest and became an employee." lone, bright and exotic as a tropic bird, smiled at me as I backed toward the hall door. Lyon's right hand went through the movements of the sword salute. "Oh, I say," he checked me as I turned to leave, "why not stop in when you leave this afternoon? I'd really like to have you see my collection of blades, if you'd be interested." "Thanks," I said, finding no way to refuse without seeming churlish. 'I'd be glad to." "Splendid. At what time?" "Between five and six?" "Right. I'll be looking for you. I wish there were room for us to fence a bit, but I'm afraid that's impos sible." . .-. "I'm glad there isn't,'-1 told him; I'm very rusty," and went back to the workroom. It was five when I finished and, under Annie's convoy, took the com pleted copy to my employer. She sat in the living room at her version of afternoon tea solitaire, a cigarette and a highball. . I waited while she read the script slowly and without expression. When she had laid the last page aside, she said: 'You're very able as well as will ful. You've done it exactly as I should if I had your gift. Will you take Allegra to the opera this evening?" .. . , - ' . The question, flung at me while I was a little unsettled by her approval I had not had much praise in the last few weeks was like a punch in the stomach, I gasped. She chose to misread my confusion. A purely business proposition. Allegra was going with Grove. All the other young men she knows have engagements. She can't very well go by herself and . if you 11 escort her" 'I can send in my bill tomor row?" I asked. "No, Miss Paget, rm busy this evening." "There are times, David Mallory, when I could slap you," Miss Aga tha said and sat very straight in her wheel chair. "That goes double," I answered. She, chuckled. She liked defiance. (TO BE CONTINUED) Washington, D. C. SENATORS DEBATE TO EMPTY CHAMBER Big words, such as "momentous," "historic," "crucial," have been common in describing the senate de bate on the lend-lease bill. Defend' ing themselves against the charge of filibuster, the opposition main tained that the issues are so grave that national interest demands weeks of discussion. Daily throughout long weeks the front pages reverberated with the senate's embattled thunderings. The headlines and crackling statements have given the impression of fierce struggle. But the reality was far different. There was no blood shed. The senate never presented a more peaceful, more indolent appearance. If a great battle was raging, there were few signs of it on the floor of the "greatest deliberative body in the world." Most of the time it looked , more like the lounges of a ritzy club than a council chamber where history was being made. At times there were no more than a half dozen members in the chamber. see TURKS VS. BULGARS Inside reason why the Turks signed a non-aggression pact with the Bulgars has been given U. S. diplomats by the British foreign office. It is this: .Some months ago the British themselves suggested that the Turks and Bulgars sign a treaty of friendship and non-aggression. But negotiations dragged. Then suddenly, just at the wrong moment from a psychological point of view, the pact was completed. Its announcement to the world was construed as meaning Turkey would not penetrate Bulgarian soil to oppose Germany. The British say this interpretation is all wet. . Tip-off to the situation is that the British have been rushing reinforcements to Salonika to backstop the Greeks and the Turks if they cooperate. And co-operation in the Balkans usually goes to the strongest side. see DRAFTED INDIANS There are about 700 Seminoles in Florida, divided between north Florida farms and the southern Everglades. In recent years many tribes men have left their swamp homes to set up lucrative tourist shows along the Tamiami Trail, featuring wrestling matches between Indians and crocodiles. Came the draft, and Seminoles of the swamps and farmlands all registered. But the tourist-show Indians were told by white friends that they weren't subject to the draft, since they never made peace with the U. S. government, owed it no allegiance. So they went on a draft-strike. And selective service officials, not anxious to disrupt Indian relations, have refused so far to turn their names over to the department of justice for prosecution. Upshot is that Everglades Seminoles are leaving the swamps in droves, thinking they, too, will be exempt if they live on the Trail. Word also is spreading to their brethren in the north on stock farms provided by the government, that if Semkioles want to escape military service the thing to do is to open a tourist show. On the hot spot is kindly John Collier, commissioner of Indian affairs. But fearing cries of discrimination from other tribes, he has served notice that slackers will be prosecuted if they don't fall in line. e e UNDEPORTABLE PRINCESS "Will anybody take a deported princess?" This, in effect, is the plea of Attorney General J ackson regarding Maria Waldenburg-Schill-ingsfurst, Princess Stefanie Hohen-lohe, a German who came here from England on a Hungarian passport. The department of justice has ordered her' deported,-but has found, to its embarrassment, that it's impossible to deport somebody when nobody will have her.- Jackson has deported her by act of law, but can't get her out of the country. - England won't, -have her. So she will have to remain in San Francisco unless Germany decides to take her back, in which case she might get there by way of the Pacific and Vladivostok. ,- t As a result the justice department is drafting a bill for submission to congress, whereby an undesirable alien could be held in custody, or restricted freedom, or paroledepending on the character of the person. r - ' MERRY-GO-ROUND . The war department isn't advertising it, but it has assigned one of the army's brainiest officers, Maj. Gen. Robert C. Richardson, to make a detailed survey of its press relations and, organization. ' Most sensational specimen of isolationist propaganda barraging congress is a postal card with a nail fastened to it, and the statement that a vote for the lend-lease bill "will drive a nail into the coffin of every American boy." The cards bear a Chicago postmark. IMPROVED UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL SUNDAY I chool Lesson By HAROLD L. LUNDQ.UIST, D. D. Dean of The Moody Bible Institute . of Chicago. (Released by Western Newspaper Union.) Lesson for March 23 Lesson subjects and Scripture texts selected and copyrighted by International Council of Religious Education; used feqr permission. JESUS CONDEMNED AND CRUCIFIED LESSON TEXT Luke 23:13-25, 32-34a. GOLDEN TEXT What ahaU I do then with Jesus which Is caUed Christ? Mat-thew 27:22. Two nights stand out in the story of the life of Christ, and therefore in the history of the world. The first was His first night on earth that "silent night, holy night" of which we sing at Christmas, when He was born as the babe of Bethlehem. The other was His last night on earth. Except for the precious hour of fel lowship in the upper room and His communion with the Father in the agony of Gethsemane, it was a night of darkness, denial, and betrayal. There were six trials or mock trials of Jesus, three religious ones before Annas, then Caiaphas, and then again before the Sanhedrin; three political trials, before Pilate, then Herod, and Pilate again. At the close of this last trial before Pilate Jesus stands I. Cleared by the Evidence (w. 13-17). At the first trial before him Pilate had declared on the basis of his examination that Jesus was "Not guilty" (v. 4). Herod, to whom He had been sent, had only played with Him (w. 8-11). What a travesty I Now Pilate again presents Him to the people as having "no fault." It is a striking truth that no man of any age has ever been able honestly to point to any fault in the life or character of Jesus Christ. Think that over unbeliever 1 Now came Pilate's first step in the wrong direction. An accused man without guilt should be declared innocent and released. But Pilate feared the Jews who had already made trouble for him with Caesar. So he compromised and said he would chastise Jesus before releasing Him. John Morely was right when he said, "Under some circumstances compromise is the most immoral word in the English language." It gained Pilate nothing; in fact, it led to his next step downward. . II. Condemned Through Coward-Ice (vv. 18-25). To avoid a disturbance and to keep the leaders from complaining to Caesar, Pilate gave Jesus into their hands with the "sentence that it should be as they required" (v. 24) when they cried "Crucify Him!" Pilate was in a difficult place, but that does not excuse him. It is in the hard and trying place , that a man should stand for the right, come what may. Too many of those who profess to follow Christ are afraid to stand up for Him in the hour when men deny Him. Some unbelievers are fearful aoout declaring their allegiance to Him, because they fear the opposition of men. Where is our courage, our manliness? Have we lost the moral stamina of our pioneer forefathers, the religious conviction of our Christian fathers and mothers? Pilate was a coward, and we are ashamed of him. Let us not be cowardly and make Christ ashamed of us (read Matt. 10:32, 33). HI. Crucified with Malefactors (vv. 32-34a). The details of and circumstances surrounding the crucifixion are of deep interest to every Christian. We stand with Luther and weep as we see Christ's unspeakable agony, not only of body but of spirit, and we cry as did Luther, "For me, for me!" How can any believer contemplate the cross and withhold self, substance, or service from Christ? Equally earnest and heart-searching is the message of the cross to the unbeliever. He knows he is a sinner (Rom. 3:23), he knows that "the wages of sin is death" (Rom. 6:23), and he knows that "neither is there salvation in any other, for there is none other name under heaven given among men whereby we must be saved" (Acts 4:12). Here at the cross he meets that one "who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we. being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed" (I Pet. 2:24). There were two malefactors who were crucified with Him (v. 32), and one railed at Him. The other said. "Lord, remember me when thou comest into thy kingdom"; and Jesus said to him, "Today thou shalt be with me in paradise" (Luke 23:39- 43). Unbeliever, will you not just now take the eternal life which Je sus died to make possible for you? Loving His enemies to the last. our Lord prayed for the forgiveness of those who thus despitefully used Him. What matchless grace I One wonders how many of them by repentance for their deeds made it possible for that prayer to be answered. That door of redemption stands open today for every one who up to now has crucified the Son of God afresh (Heb. 6:6) by sin and tinbelief. MNEW IDEAS By RUTH WYBTH SPEARS Jx lJ)EAR MRS. SPEARS: I have made a pair of spool shelves like those you give directions for in your Sewing Book No. 3. They are painted watermelon pink to match the flowers in my bedroom curtains, and they are very pretty hung at each side of the windows. I would like to make some end tables of spools for the living room, but I can't think of a way to FOR A TABLE 26" HIGH S BOARDS HOLES BORED IN THE .CORNERS USE S2 SMALL SPOOLS AND 24 LARGE ONES-Os USE 4 BRASS CURTAIN RODS RUN THROUGH SPOOL ND BOARD GLUE BETWEEN SPOOLS make them rigid. Have you any suggestions as to how this may be done? B. P." Curtain rods are used through the spools to make the legs. Better take along a spool to try when you shop for the rods; and get the type that has one piece fitting inside the other. If the spools are a little loose on the rod, it won't make any difference for they must be glued between each spool, and also between the spools and the table shelves. I have shown in the sketch everything else you need to know to make this. table. Good luck to you! e e NOTE: If you have an Iron bed or rocking chair you would like to modernize, be sure to send for my Book No. 3. It contains 32 fascinating ideas of things to make for your home. Send your order to: MRS. RUTH WYETH SPEARS Drawer 10 Bedford Hills New Tork Enclose 10 cents for Book No. 3. Name Address A Bit Mixed Cross marriages between two families produce some queer mix-ups, but the situation created by an American takes some beating. He married the daughter of his own daughter's husband by another wife, thus making him the son-in-law of his son-in-law. His daughter, therefore, became his stepmother-in-law and his bride her own stepmother. His wife has just given birth to a daughter. She is her step-grandmother's sister, her own mother's step-aunt, and her father's step-sister-in-law. Phew! DON'T BE BOSSED BY YOUR LAXATIVE RELIEVE CONSTIPATION THIS MODERN WAY When you feel gassy, headachy, logy due to dogged-up bowels, do as million do take Fen-A-Mint at bedtime. Next morning thorough, comfortable relief, helping you start the day full of your normal energy and pep, feeling like a million! Feen-A-Mint doesn't disturb your night's rest or interfere with work the . next day. Try Feen-A-Mint, the chewing gum laxative, yourself. It tastes good, if s handy and economical ... a family supply FEEN-A-MINT To Short-Lived Joy The joy that isn't shared with another dies young.' CORN FREE, HAPPY FEET t . KOHLER ONE NIGHT CORN SALVE lAT. MX ORUC STORE f-SINCEHm. Evil Influence There is no worse robber than a bad book. LIQUID TABLETS SALVE nose oaor COUOH CROPS WNU 4 1241 Help Them Cleanse the Blood of Harmful Body Waste Tour kidneys are constantly filtering waste matter from the blood stream. But kidneys sometimes laf in their work- do not act as Nature intended fail to re-more imparities that, if retained may poison the system and upset the whole body machinery. Symptoms may be nagging backache, persistent headache, attacks of dizziness. 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