Sterling Standard from Sterling, Illinois on October 9, 1928 · Page 10
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Sterling Standard from Sterling, Illinois · Page 10

Sterling, Illinois
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Tuesday, October 9, 1928
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r t ^ i «•*>. &&t • "*_„«*' 3 ^ M at T v ""^-rf-^i^SftSr Sf r rtrwr*t'w?i **-jKi-=issw.'— -u-u* .-,--. f 941*3 It zfHaJH in r, TAT>. mr»i*r<i F,w««U ha«i" »fbl fnnw VHJhfr h*« hi* tAKjrrr. Th» j?n»!t.f>. fr*irT!ifir. rnnsBltt' hfc watch Mr, Pctrrtnn. Sybil'* *tb»rn?r. hfr that tb» (•*<* m « T * SwtW^nlY * rnwi affair frfitn Jb* rorHdor t« th«» Iwtlfh. Tmi rnarrifd ymi? Th»t you'd road? on "On* fit Miese dove." he threat- in *>nM, "ron'f! irnke UP »ml find no littli? Cra.igi" tmdrr foot. Then may. 'or you H b,» *nrrv." NOW GO OX WITH THE STORT CHATTER XLI. S'lmrttiinR Jind hflpprnrd. Some- 'innp dreadful. On h*r fret. fiybU frit s'.Kidrnh- di.-zy. Perhaps ' shV rrrw pislr. for R man in s bloc uniform took hrr arm and walked hrMdr hrr Up there in front of tho-.p proplr. The cynosure of s!l She squared her shouldm brave- lv And those in the courtroom saw the judge bend kindly toward hrr. His grizzled locks seemed to touch hrr satin turban. Peterson') bald head Rlcnmrd beside. Only f *ord or two. Sybil's lawyer put his hand beneath her elbow and they left the courtroom through the judge's lobby. Then the judge stood before thr vast assembly and spoke very quietly. "There has been an accident. ttichnrd Eustis. defendant In this case, accompanied by his attorney, motoring from New Haven to attend this session of the court, was killed this morning In Providence." A second's silence. And then a buzz—the dreadful buzz of gossip. Women whispering. A court officer rapped for silence. And. when the whispering grew, he c*|sd harshly: "Silence! Silence!" The judge left the bench. And. presently, the courtroom was cleared and the corridors were crowded. Excited little groups. . . . "Did you ever! , . . What a dreadful thing! . . . And I was DYING to we him. . . . Well, it's an ill wind—-" In Uie Judge's lobby Mr, Peterson whispered to Craig. "I took her out this way." he said, "so no one could see the joy in her face." And Craig, noddintr. understood. Tears ran down Sybil's cheeks and in her eyes was the light of hap- plnness. She took his hand and pressed it. for there were no words for the choking ecstasy that was in her heart. « * * People, critieleed her for Uie thing she did that evening. It was bad taste, they say, and perhaps they are right. Sybil put on a dress of flame ceorgette and pinned orchids on her shoulders. Then she wrapped herself in n Spanish shawl with poppies on it and sat with Craig Newhall in a theater box while Richard Eustis's body lay on a mar ble slab in a morgue that was cold »* death. Two days later Svbil gave a tea. And that was the day funeral services were held in New Haven. From an undertaker's bare parlor the embalmers carried forth a wooden box. A single sheaf of roses followed all that was mortal t!l-_.Rlchard Eustis into the-heart*. And no one. the papers said, accompanied his body to the grave. • - "I - suppose." Sybil told her puests, as she poured their tea. ' that you all think I'm hard as nails, and cruel. Well. I'm not hypocritical, anyhow — and I don't carp WHAT people say. "I'm glad Richard Eustis is dead. You've seen the papers. You know what he proposed to do to Teddy and me. To rob us of every shred of decency. To tell vile lies about us. To further his own wicked purposes he proposed to degrade Craig Newhall. To humiliate my ' "mother" and break her heart'.' To _disgrace _Valerie and Tad. "Whyr"T~almc£l~ didn't: believe there WAS a God till Richard died. Now I know better. It was God who killed Richard. And He killed l:im because he was too sinful to live I'm sorry if you think I'm wicked because I'm happy. But I AM. my friends, I am very, very happy.' Of course there was a great to-do when news of the tea party was spread Mrs Thome took to her bed, vowing that she woucil be happier dead than ah\e, Tad was funou.v ' Nice women," he - ud. "never rio things in poor taste." "Prig!" cned Sybil "Hypocrite! You're just as glad as I am. but you don't dare adnia a ." "Thai's Uie difference." he re- U>j-i*d. -between a civilized being «nd » barbarian Polite people don't jmrade primitive pasikms " "I wouldn't blame Sybil * darn toil.' interrupted Craig, grimly, "it *he did a huia-hula right on the law ; lamented* well-known grave • 'Oil. yuu t* 0 !" exclaimed Tad and tuiked wrathiuUv from the room -You "give'iiie! Moore was apartment hunting Again. "I'm going to thr teal estate man I saw J»«t tim<\" xhe Raid. "Remember. Roger Cftldwell. I told you about him, Sybil? Why wives leave home is" that lad's middle name I want you !o see a place on Brsron Street that we can have for R hundred and a quarter. The cutest breakfast alcove you ever saw. and a perfectly adorable fireplace. But. the linrn closet's no bigger than a cupboard and you couldn't turn a griddle cake In "the kitchen." "Page your shrik and we'll look it over this afternoon," agreed Sybil. "Ask him If I may bring my son and heir. An* tell him If I see an apartment I like well enough I may get married myself." Sybil bundled up Toddy and went to Mabel's for tea. The agent was to call for them at four. Nibbling cinnamon toast, Sybil dammed the flood of Mab's glowing eulogy on JRCK. "Oh. darling-, shut up! You're too darn ecstatic. You bore me You make- me sick. Please be miserable once In awhile. Listen Mab, I've got a funny feeling In my bones. You ever get premonitions? As if something perfectly dreadful was going to happen? Well, I've got one now. There's something brewing. Something fierce. I feel it." The electric buzacr buzzed. "Oh, yes. Come right up. We're all ready." Mabel slammed doors on the confusion of adjoining rooms. "It's the agent, Sib. Perhaps he's a premonition. Perhaps you're going to fall In love. I told you he was a knockout. That's right —powder your nose." The door opened. And a slim young man admitted himself quietly. "Hello. Mrs. Moore." A softspoken young man. boyishly hesitant. Hat in hand, standing In the doorway, with the sun shining through the western windows on the gold of his blond young head. "John!" Sybil had risen from the davenport. The tea cup in her hand clattered portentously in its saucer and. trembling- in her clasp, crashed shrilly on the hearth. Pale as the waxed gardenia she wore, she cowered in awesome terror from the man she faced. Then she put out her arm to touch him and when he moved a step nearer she buried her face in her hands and shrank away again Astounded. Mabel gased at the tableau. "Are you John Lawrence?" she gasped. He nodded dumbly, looking at Sybil. Sybil's head rolled vacantly, like something set loosely. Her eyes were glassy and her pale hand at her throat moved convulsively against the dreadful contraction there. There was a temble moment of ominous silence. E»:n Teddy held his breath. It was as if life itself stood still !n passing. Then the man in the doorway pitched forward on his face. And Teddy's baby terror broke the horrid quiet. (To Be Continued) (Back from the grave. John Lawrence tells a tale of blood and horror. A truly historic Incident In the next chapter — a story furnished by the American Legion ftuw verified through official Red Cross records.) BELIEVE FAPEKUANGER SHer-p»!f:sTr7l7*iB SELF Beaumont, Tex, Oct. 0— (UP)— Father Anthony Desimone. 54, pastor of St. Joseph's Catholic church and John Rose, 70, a paperhanger were found dead yesterday in the priest's library. Police said they believed Rose shot the priest and then killed himself, although they were unable to explain the motive NJLSAYS: T*d itid Valene were platuuna a New Year* part* u»t r last In 1} le old Iwstoe. lu Pehruwy they were to a n spsutimsit of th«ir Valerie was iakii»f and * course to at Boston University .."I'm tftijig so fca,^-. gj w ifeis^i to Sybil, -to make up for tii* iad ^ri I w«. with Richard dem, 1 i«*I Utet. t£ t.l»i horrid part of Even « swept oil OMTU- leei atoiomts, ' FROM TOO FAST sT "RxM A RAM ROD, A TtM&T LOAD T *iou OV/ER A PQLLARS oa A-WtKfAji&. t P V<3iJ iMv/E^ltep!^ ' ABIAIP ^ uUS "^o -^Vl IMd ABGtK so iMPPV Tftf* Vou! -*-*• i. _,. IS- MOORE WILL <HJ|-T~MKf*i6 ArtP VotTtt B<m4 %E * Y?\/e nHoa&wp i WtffJ EARLS MP ^UKeS f j • A coupti BECOME wcM, ) f TlRSf IftAlG "iH&y GB-f IS i*sP* % A ~Tfc?!lF{ F? i,Ji^Af *-t-i-Tr$Ct* IS", «**! ;•*»! 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