Denton Journal from Denton, Maryland on December 31, 1938 · Page 7
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Page 7 HELVIN JOHNSON, Inc., PnWJahen Saturday Morning. December 31, 1938 MAIDEN EFFORT By SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS 0 SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS WHU SERVICE morse, 'is stncuy synineuc. r made her up, myself. Out of the society columns and the Blue Book. Built to specifications. To match the boss' notion of what a debutante--" "Day-bun-tay," corrected Marne. "Forget it! Of what a swell young society girl ought to be. She picked the name; I give her credit for that. But it was me that fixed up the family to fit." Liggy appealed to Marne. "What Is he braying about?" Marne winked shamelessly. "The Van Straitens. Moby's been play,, ing their supposed glories on me " like a spotlight." "The society Van Strattens," that gentleman amplified. "The kid hadn't even heard of old Mrs. Marcia Van Stratten, who's a headliner if there ever was one." Lines of bewilderment corrugated Mr. Morse's candid · brow. "What the devil is all this?" he barked, shifting his suspicious gaze from Moby's ingenuous countenance to ' Maine's subdued grin. "No, sir. Wouldn't have known whether the old dame was a fe- imale mountain climber or an op- ieratic star till I dug her out of the -aies." "Did you tell him that?" Liggy demanded of the girl. "Anyway, how would she know?" -pursued Moby charitably. "She beta' from the sticks somewhere where ·they don't prob'ly get the New York ipapers." "Did you tell him that, Marne?" insisted Mr. Morse. "I'm tellin' you," continued Moby, intent upon his theme. "I handed out old Madam Van Stratten neatly done up in blue ribbon. 'She's your grandmother,' " says I to the kid. A stuttering repetition of the word "Grandmother" was jolted forth from Liggy's numb amazement. "That's what I said: 'Grandmother. She's your grandmother,' like *hat. 'For the purposes of this picture,' I says. 'No, she ain't,' says ·the kid." i Liggy said: "Of course she isn't." "You're tellin' me! So I says: "All right; we'll make her your ,.-aunt.' " · "She is her aunt." I ''Huh? Whassat?" "She is my aunt," confirmed the Moby's eyes bulged out. "Wh-wh- who's whose wh-wh-what?" he stuttered. "What's the matter with your brain?" demanded Liggy. "Can't you understand plain English? Mrs. Van Stratten is Miss Van Stratten's aunt. A-U-N-T, aunt. Anything strange about that?" "She told me," began Moby in a faded voice, "that she didn't--" "I never told you anything except that Aunt Marcia isn't my , grandmother." "Aunt Marcia 1 Oh, my sufferin* 'tripes," moaned the stricken researcher. "And Scoopy Van Strat- tten, the polo player. You certainly let on you didn't know him. Was i that square--I ask you." . "Well, you see, Moby--" "And him your cousin all the time. Or maybe your uncle." "I hope not," said Marne cheerfully. "His real name is Stratsky, I believe. He's a social inventor, too." "Migawd! What'm I goin' to tell the Big Boss now?" "You've already told him all he wants to know, haven't you?" "And more. I gave him the original Van Stratten build-up. Then 1 got soused and told him it was all the bunk." · The girl's eyes opened wide. She 'began to laugh. "You told him 1 '.was a fake?" "That's it. And here you are, the ·straight goods," lamented the un- ihappy schemer. "How'm I goin' to Jbreak that to him?" "Don't," advised Marne, dimpling. "Life'll be simpler if he · doesn't know. Maybe he'll let me alone now." · "What's this about letting you alone?" queried Liggy, frowning. "Where does this Big Boss person ·figure in your life?" "If it comes to that," snapped Moby Dickstein, "I don't just figure ··where you figure." "Then I'll tell you. Miss Van Stratten is going. to marry me. · Aren't you. Marne?" "I hate to disappoint you, Liggy dear, but I'm afraid not." "Miss Van Stratten," specified Moby, making a valiant effort toward recovery, "is goin' to marry A. Leon Snydacker, President of Purity Pictures, Inc. You ought to read the papers, Big Boy," -he added patronizingly. "They ran my story on the buddin' romance all over the place." ,_. ,, » "Budding pig's-foot," said Mr. 3*orse with emotion. "There's nolh- rang to that. Is there, sweetie? "I'm not going to marry any- I body," stated the girL "Then I might as well be going, · surmised Liggy dolefully. "Same here. Give me a lift afl 'far as the village?" asked Moby. "Get in." . ·"Just a second," requeste ·Mnme. "Nothing about this a .horn*, you understand, Liggy." He .nodded. "And, Moby, it would be just as veil not to spill anything more about me to--to the others.' Jt'd only stir up more complica- ·Alons." "O-kay, baby," agreed Moby from One depths of a shattered spirit. i Self-sufficient thouali Mlsa Gloria Uiamour was in nie's oramary proo- lems, she felt the need of moral support in her enterprise against the purse of A. Leon Snydacker. Concerning the righteousness 'of her plan she suffered no qualms. But she was uncertain about Lawyer Gormine. Victory, as she reviewed it, had been too easy to be convincing. She craved an accomplice; anyway, a confidante. Marne was out of the question It would be just like that queer kid to get sore and block the whole game. After the deal was completed Gloria intended, of course, to confess her unauthorized use of the other's personality and square it by handing over a fair cut of the proceeds. Meantime, the less Marne knew, the better for all concerned. Moby Dickstein? No; Moby was too unreliable. As for Kelscy Hare, he wouldn't do at all. Anyone who would take advantage, as he had, of a friend was not to be trusted. There remained Martin Holmes. Well, why not? Martin listened to her recital with astonished amusement. At its close he thought for a long moment, then said: "Tut-tut." "Tut, yourself. What's the idea?" "It won't do, my child." "Why won't it do? What's the matter with it?" "Only naughty little girls blackmail." "What d'you mean, blackmail?" she protested. "Didn't he put over those leaky contracts on us?" "I expect he did." "Then haven't I got a right to get even?" "I expect you have." "That's all I'm trying to do." "By false pretenses. That's dangerous." "It isn't false pretenses. I never said I was Marion Van Stratten. Gormine said that. I'm not compelled to wise him up to his own mistakes, am I?" "But you're going to get the money as Marion Norman Van Stratten." "I sure am. And give you and Marne your share of it." He put his hand over hers. "You're a good kid, Gloria. I'd hate to see you go to jail." "Jail, my eye. They can't put me in jail for trying." "They can for trying too hard. Didn't Gormine ask you to sign a paper?" "Yes." "Don't do it." "I don't get the money until I sign." "You'll get indicted if you do." "How do I know until I've seen Mr. Gormine's little paper?" "Blackmail, mayhem, and arson, probably." "I'll bring the paper to you and you can read it first." "Nothing and less than nothing doing! Now, you list and give heed to your Uncle Marty, kid. Don't put your John Hancock to anything that lawyer-man hands you, unless you have a lawyer-mar of your own to o-kay it." "You're trying to gum my play," she objected almost tearfully. "Promise?" "What a sap 1 was to tell you about it!" "I'm not going to marry anybody," she repeated angrily. "What a bigger sap you'd be to go to jail. Promise?" She looked up at him from under her shining lashes, an effect which had helped her win more than one contest. "Why should you care whether 1 go to jail or not?" "Pass it until later. When I'm surer of the answer. Promise, Gloria?" With unexpected meekness she said: "I guess I'll have to." He promptly kissed her. "You're right, you have to. Now what aboul Marne?" "We don't have to say anything about it to her, do we?" she pleaded. That "we" did something to hia moral stamina, so that his tone was regrettably lacking in firmness as he replied: "Well, I don't know. You've certainly given her fair, young name a couple of black eyes." "Only to the lawyer. And he won't pass it on. He's sewed up, because he doesn't want A. Leon to know he's been butting in." "Yes; that's true. Monday, Gor- mine's coming back, you say? I'll take a couple of days to think the thing over." The result of his cogitation was a note which he drafted and redrafted before he finally presented it in typed form, for her approval. Gloria did not approve. Far from it. She wanted her five thousand dollars. She wanted the five thousand for Marne. She wanted the other five thousand for Martin. She wanted to get even with Lawyer Gormine. She emitted what, from a less alluring source, might have been designated as a squawk. "I never said I wouldn't hold oul for the money. I only said I wouldn't sign his old paper without consulting a lawyer. I'm going to get me a lawyer." "I'm a good enough lawyer for you," he retorted inexorably. "There's the dotted line." Gloria protested. She Implored She stormed. She wept. He had only one reply. "Jail." "I'd go to jail for fifteen grand. "For how long?" "I don't know. A year." "Thls'd be ten. Maybe more." '.'Sweet cheese'n crackers!" saic the girl, shaken. "Even for a patient guy like me ten years would be a long wait," he rvttatod "Wait for what?" asked Gloria, wide-eyed. "For you to come out," he explained with one of his rare and expressive grins. "Oh!" said Gloria. "Well! In that case -- Lemme see that papei again." It ended in her signing the agreement, expressly abandoning any claim of whatsoever kind upon A. Leon Snydacker, his heirs or assigns. (Martin had put that in to give It a legal flavor.) But she insisted upon typing her signature. "No forgery for me," announced the suddenly cautious Miss Glamour. "You see, I've got a special yen now to stay out of jail," she explained sweetly. "That ought to be a relief to Gor- mine's soul," opined the young man, addressing the missive to the lower Broadway number given him by Gloria. It was not. Instead it roused dark forebodings in the mind of its recipient. What kid of game was this, anyway? Was she holding off for more money? And what did that typed signature mean? This, above all else, struck his legalistic and suspicious mind unfavorably, Prompt action was indicated. He decided to go back over the ground and sniff about for what he might pitk up. This time he took a night train. On the morning of his arrival, Kelsey Hare had gone to town to do some shopping. Feeling no special inclination to return to an atmosphere conspicuously lacking in camaraderie, he procured a supply of newspapers and magazines and sat in the lobby of the Park House, moodily reading them. He was interrupted by the approach of an austere and thin-lipped stranger in black. "I am informed that you are from Maiden Effort Headquarters." "Who informed you?" "The young man behind the desk. He further stated that you are Mr. Templeton Sayles. May I take that as correct?" "If you like." "Thank you." The black-clad one sat down and drew his chair to a confidential proximity, scrutinizing the young man with analytical intentness. "Mr. Sayles," he pronounced, "you have the appearance of being a gentleman." "Don't jump to rash conclusions." "I shall assume that you are." As he seemed to be waiting for a response, Kelsey said: "No argument." This proved satisfactory to the other, who proceeded: "Mr. Sayles, I am Marbury Gormine, a lawyer of 120 Broadway, New York City. Note the address, if you please." "Got it," said Kelsey. "Though 1 don't expect to need it." "A difficult and delicate mission brings me here." "HmphJ Anything to do with me?" "I hope so." "I hope not." "The fact that it may be financially advantageous to you will possibly alter your attitude." As an appeal to cupidity this would have got nowhere. As an appeal to curiosity It was more effective. "What's the proposition?" "It concerns Mr. A. Leon Sny- dacker." "Don't like him." "That need not constitute an obstacle." Mr. Gormine was trying his best to be persuasive and succeeding only in being insinuating. "I am representing his interests in this matter without his knowledge. The fact is, I am endeavoring to extricate him from a situation which may prove damaging. It is desirable that I should have some source of information at headquarters." "In plain words, a spy," interpreted Kelsey unpleasantly. "Now, Mr. Sayles; Mr. Sayles! This is a legitimate procedure. There is no occasion to employ harsh terms." "All right. Proceed with your legitimate procedure." "I may rely upon your discretion?" Kelsey nodded. "Good! As you are doubtless aware, Mr. Snydacker has become unfortunately involved with one of the young women connected with this latest production of his." "I don't know anything about it and don't want to." "Hear me out, please, Mr. Sayles. This is a most distasteful task and I beg that you will not make it more so. Insofar as is possible I have kept aloof from the screen phase of Mr. Snydacker's activities, barring the formal details of contracts. I am a family lawyer, Mr. Sayles, and the personnel of the silver screen is wholly alien to my tastes and interests. Consequently I find myself embarrassed by the necessity of such intimate personal negotiations." "What negotiations?" bluntly asked Kelsey. "In this case, with Mise Marion Norman Van Stratten, so-called, the star of 'Maiden Effort.' " "That ought to be simple enough She has her contract, I suppose." "I do not refer to her contractual relations with my client, but to others, more compromising." Kelsey scowled. "That's no affair of mine." "It was bad enough," pursued the lawyer, with pursed lips, "to have him squander upon her emeralds worth a king's ransom. You have doubtless seen her flaunting them. I perceive that you have. I should be glad to hear from you--for a suitable consideration, of course-other information relevant to my inquiry." Kelsey leaned forward. His gaze, somber end contemplative, took in the spare figure before him in all its dull and devitalized details. "Do you know what I'm thinking?" said he. "I do not." "That I should very much like to push in your elderly and unattractive face." "An ill-advised threat," returned the lawyer imperturbably. "If I have inadvertently trodden upon your toes, I regret it. Perhaps you, yourself, have a sentimental interest in the young lady. In that event--" "Don't be a fool," said Kelsey violently. "I have no more interest in her than I have in you." "Very good. Then I may tell you that Miss Van Stratten is in process of blackmailing my client." "I think you're crazy," returned the young man contemptuously. "Whatever else may be going on, you can't make me believe that she's that kind." The lawyer wagged his head. "A dangerous type, Mr. Sayles. A formidable tvoe. She has enticed Mr. Snydack-er, wno is specmuy susceptible to feminine charms, into a liaison, and now proposes to make him pay through the nose. Wait a moment; no interruption, if you please. I speak by the book. She has, her- "I beg that you will control "yourself." self, admitted the relationship with Mr. Snydacker and even indicated, perhaps to re-enforce bar extortionate demands, that there might be consequences of a sort which I can only describe as disastrous. Disastrous, Mr. Sayles." Kelsey got up. "Do you know what you're talking about? Because if you don't--" "I beg that you will control yourself, Mr. Sayles," said the lawyer hastily edging his chair backward. "Miss Van Stratten made the admission to me personally, within three days, at Maiden Effort Headquarters. Are you prepared to doubt my word?" "I suppose not," muttered the young man dully. ' "Then we may proceed to the matter of terms." Kelsey sat down again. He suddenly felt strangely listless. Terms? Terms for what?" "The minor services which I indicated." "Oh, yes. I see. That's the way 1 look to you, is it? Well, if I ever look that way to myself, I'll cut my throat. You'll have to excuse me, if you don't mind." Observing inwardly that this queer young man looked as if he might carry out his self-destructive threat at any moment, Mr. Gor- mine departed, merely stating that he was remaining until the evening train. "Up to that time," he stated gently, "I should be glad to see you." "I shouldn't," said Kelsey. He sat staring blindly at the door through which the lawyer had withdrawn. Well, nothing really new had been told him. He must have known, within himself, all along. Any fool would have known. The emeralds, the dress, the very fact of a rank amateur like Marne getting the star part. It all pointed unmistaltahlv n nnp conclusion. (To De continued next week) Magnetic Heat Motor At Academy Of Sciences In D. C. Baffles Visitors Bell Laboratories Exhibit Shows How Telephone Works, Has "Sec Your Voice" Device M S The magnetic heat motor on dig- play in the National Academy of Sciences, Washington. Mnny visitors to the National Academy of Sciences Mus9um in Washington arc attracted to the exhibit of the Bell Telephone Laboratories which looks like a perpetual motion machine, but isn't. It consists of a small glass disc which rotates continuously and apparently without being propelled. It is a magnetic heat motor, and here's how it works. The rim of the disc passes at one point a small horseshoe magnet. The rim is a magnetic tape consisting of an iron alloy which requires very little heat to make it less responsive to the attraction of the small magnet. Iron loses its magnetism when heated. A small electric lamp concealed in the base of the apparatus furnishes the heat. When the magnetic flux through the heated portion of the disc rim is reduced, the horseshoe magnet draws an unheatcd portion of the tape into the gap between its two poles. This new portion of the rim of the disc is then heated and so the disc continues to turn. The Laboratories have also installed In the museum apparatus by which you may "aae ycur voice." By speak- ir^ into a telephone attached- to the device, the complex vibrations which constitute specc'.i arc seen as a fluctuating line of light on a screen. The action of the carbon telephone transmitter is also illustrated by a large mechanical model, which can be operated by the spectator. Another exhibit demonstrates the action cjf the vacuum tube amplifier by making the plate of a large vacuum tube clow more or less brightly in re sponsc to the changes in intensity of toJephor.0 currents which it amplifies. 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