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is ■ "In'.; !: |> IOTUEE -■’irp.l! IH-'lli'M‘ ,AliKONE ' answered. H*'‘, w" s 1,i,1r < ’ arried a '" l hß,f " bXI <»>t of the J»il 'o w-ntine the street o o.to the nulom !•". , lr ,ne east ward front St |M H( ||| other llielllln-rx of lin '' l "' lllll ' , u diet tit «‘t- I'lat ed ill Otte of and Iriven to a point *'S . fu.rn St Frtin.K he released. |KL r , not eottiK to take an> oil '"lt Rotting out your and 'topping this lynch |Het :l■■ 1 ingleaders of the tii" she, IG when he was fW ..Utomoblle to go the (on'eisation ot th" 1 ul oi'otiiobile. the sheriff Head taken to . near Selden pat to death there. , ontniiud east the Kansas plains into ... banks lo uver Crook

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chapter one Every morning at seven Lily lu'« alarm went off. Pang, dang, dang, wrr, dang, »ng! I.ike a tire alarm. Like a hook «i ladder company about to make left hand turn on Market Street, sthing refined about it. Not even decent bedroom size. One of those p. old-fashioned alarm clocks, ide to sit on a shelf over a kitchen Lily Lou hated it. Hated getting up. “Oooh!" she yawned. “Oooh!" One last snuggling under the inkets. one last sinking into ■ nesa. Dang, dang, dang. . .. The second alarm wasn’t so loud l the first. But it served. With a yoan. half sigh, half yawn, Lily ou teached a slim arm outfof bed, inf stopped the din. [Once out of bed it wasn't so bad. | hasty wash in the small, steamy Hhrooni at the end of the hall. A imbling into clothes laid out on a bair the night before. Deft smoothly of powder over fresh, tingling kin. Touch of lipstick, drop of perfine behind the cars and on her Baity. ■ Up went the wallbed. Into the ■oset went kimono and gown. The ■fdroom was a living room for anBhtr sixteen hours. ■ In the empty kitchen she found a ■th of prunes, and a slice of but■md toast, which she ate standing ■x holding a cup of cooling coffee the other hand. Not much of a geakfast, but all she ever had time I This morning, as usual, she had f ruii for the train. Promptly at Npit-two it slid into the station. Bght-two and a half, and Lily Lou tearing the day’s ticket out of he commute book in her purse. The ram was on its way to San FranIfco. One more day begun. One lore chance for life to set the 'heels of adventure in motion. Lily Lou was twenty. I Twenty. . . . She could remember [' time when that seemed old. f n '’ n she was fifteen, sixteen, sevF'een . . . well, right up to a few pnmhs ago, twenty had sounded U" She had thought that something would happen, long before |B«ing married for one thing, f. ten you re fifteen or sixteen you M-ink that SURELY you’ll be marr d when you’re twenty—at least! r 5 ... it must come soon. It F' us ‘’ must! But the days slip r and you get older and older, and |"ere’s nothing. . . . I Oh, boys, of course. Back home (I j , e was «°' n « to school i ■ Lou had had the usual boy L^ d ’: Thp « was a tall boy with °/'"- v nair who had liked her, even was in grammar school. P'fted her to his house for a party, but she had been too ghy to l' '■ a '" l s , he had hid the Valentine st m her. Later on there was -rt RurteHS’ an(J Georgp Rppd dances, and rowing and swim- :''' in the lake. Sometimes, lookhark at it _ Lily Uu fplt j. ttte I ? 01 re S>et for Bert. ... It was Je he hadn’t amounted to much r.as k",\ Pr WOU,d '’ ' but maybe it x,’ ~f tte scttlin K down and being h'PPfly married to someone like « n _',! han try,T ”? t 0 amount to ’’’"’thing yourself. Amounting to something is dis--1rillm”' e It seems ind IT 8 firSt ' Then U I” p d, you h” '' s etS t ’ resom ’> arid then ’ T.t g ' n L to wor, der if after all .. . hundr'a matter of money. A •une i n t t mOnth like a forc, s he 5° untry - Rut it doesn’t nri , 8 f ' n tht city - Not if you're ; t« for music lessons, and board. J bsSrd! '’ that Lilv 1 Wh u” , lt w * s planned fly Lou should come to live

the limb ot a free, ami the uooxe ! lied about Read'* neck. Facing his captors in the glare i of automobile headlights that' formed a circle of light Into the 1 night. Read said: "I atn guilty, you are hanging I the right man. I was drunk when I 1 took Dorothy. If I hail been sober, I wouldn't have done such a thing.'' A moment later he was hoisted up. The crowd stood watching silently as he died. Then it melted quickly away, anil the scene was left in darkness. Meanwhile. (Sheriff Bacon walk ' ed to a farmhouse and summoned aid Word was telephoned to officers ot nearby counties that the mob had Head and was en route to Selden. Before deputy sheriffs could organise to rescue the prisoner, word came that he had been hang ed east of Mt lionaid. Dorothy Hunter disappeared while on her way home from school at Selden Thursday afternoon. At nightfall her parents. Mr. and Mrs. Floyd Hunter, became alarmed at her absence, ami a hunt was started Peace officers, and farmers of the northwest corner of Kansas joined the search. Friday as the hours passed with no trace of her.

i Sp th I* ' r / /111uJl l 1 ' 'WK IAIII IB After her, fast as he dared, strode a young man with a rather collegiate cap, and a camel’s-hair overcoat.

with her. “If my own sister can't I Ire welcome here, things have come to a pretty pass. Board! I should say not!” But though May and her husband both worked they weren't getting ahead as fast as they might, and with Raymond’s relatives using the place as a sort of free boarding house already, it seemed only right that Lily Lou should do her share. Besides, she liked to. It gave her a feeling of independence. Os power. It was exhilarating to feel independent. Being the youngest in a large family is all well enough in away. You get advantages that the others never had, never could have had. Everyone in the family, from great Uncle Zcph who was almost a hermit and had a shack way up on Lor\e Mountain, to May who was only five years than she, had been helping pay for music lessons ever since Lily Lou could remember. Dad had emptied shabby pockets on the kitchen table. Two dollars, throe dollars, and fifty cents, and two dimes and a nickel . . . three dollars and seventy-five cents, by Crack! that ought to buy a little girl a dress! Mother had sat up nights sewing, her tired eyes closing wearily sometimes, as she struggled to keep awake. . . . No wonder they all took such an interest in her life now. In away it was their life, their career, their success. Lily Lou understood that. She knew they had all worked together to give her advantages they had never had. So it was up to her to make good. No love, no marriage, for her. At least not for years and years. Work, and music, instead. It would be wonderful to sing in opera some day. To come out before the curtain, flushed and laughing, and take call after call. Sometimes she could imagine it so vividly that it seemed real already. Her cheeks would burn, her eyes would kindle with excitement, she'd rush to the piano and run up the scale, her lovely voice rising easily, effortlessly, in a swelling column of sound. ... Oh, she had the voice. They'd all said that, if she just

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Read was arrested lato Friday at Rexford. He was intoxicated at the Him . He was taken to jail at Colby, and Sheriff Ed McGinley of Thomas county decided to quesj Hon him regarding the missing child. Continued questioning brought from Read the admission that ha had kidnaped and killed the child, but for hours he refused to say where her body would lie found. IS CENSURED FOR RADIO TALK .CONTINUED FROM PAGE ONE) off the air some months ago alter Directions to certain Intended utterances. He continued his nationwide addresses by other means. Among the attacks Father Coughlin has made on the rich and banking interests, an attack typical of many such, was one of international bankers. "Tlie international bankers,” lie said, "were crystallizing tile blood money of a vast war tribute into ! billions of dollars in bonds which ! they have brought home with them to America and offered for I sale to the American people with , the assurance that Europe's poll- . tiial troubles had been healed by . their masterly statesmanship, and I incidentally, that their bonds were

I didn’t die off in the meantime she’d get there . . . but oh the days . . . the days and days that had to be lived through before then. Sitting there on the upper deck of the ferry, Lily Lou looked around at the other commuters. At the girls, young and pretty girls like herself. They sat together in little groups, chattering and laughing, on their way to work. Maybe they wfen't going to have careers, but they were having a lot more fun in the meanwhile. They didn't have to save all their money for lessons. They didn’t have to practice every night. They wore living now . . . this minute . . . buying the pretty things that tempted them in shop windows, going out, enjoying themselves. . The boat creaked slowly into its pier. The gangplank was lowered. The crowd streamed off. Lily Lou walk’d briskly. A now day beginning. . . . Anything could happen. .. . Anything . The look of expectancy came back into her dark eyes, the corners of her full red lips turned upward, the warm color came into her creamy skin. “I’m not really discouraged,” ahe thought, dreamily. “Just kind of tired of waiting. ... I wish something would happen . . . soon.’ Lily Lou didn't know it, but something had already happened. Something that was going to undermine the foundations of that very career she was so sure about. Up Market Street, at the head of the crowd of eight o clock commuters, strode Lily Lou Lansing, opera star to be, brown eyes asparkle, red lips parted, dark hair whipping in the wind, under her tan felt hat. And after her, fast as he dared, keeping her well in sight, strode a young man with a rather collegiate cap, and a camel's-hair overcoat that flapped about his knees. His brow was puckered, his long arms were thrust into the overcoat’s capacious pockets. His eyes never left the slim, hurrying figure I of the girl ahead. (T« Be Ccutiaaed) Copyright by Kina Features Syndicate, Inc.

an excellent Investment for the American purchaser.'' He referred to bonds totalling in the billions in value which had shrunk to a small per ventage of their par value, as revealed later in congressional hearings. Father Coughlin has been bitter in Ills condemnation of mass production and what he lias called economic misrule by the’wealthy ns contributing to communism in this country. His parish is In the center of the automobile manufacturing district. just outside Detroit. "We do not like to hear hysteri cal addresses from ecclesiastics," Cardinal O'Connell said. "They have away of attracting attention they do not deserve.” "The Catholic church," the cardinal said, "Is a tremendously serious organization. It deals in human souls. You can't begin speaking about the rich or making sensational accusations against banks and bankers, or uttering demogogic stuff to the poor. "You can't do it for the church is for all. "Tlie individual in Michigan takes It into his head to talk to the whole world. To whom is he responsible’ Some people prefer to talk rhetoric instead of facts. But we of the church are careful about that.” Father Coughlin spoke on unemployment over the Columbia broadcasting system, on January 12. 1931. after a one-week postponement. The system had asked the ]>astor to 'temper and restrain' I:is remarks.

■i Jim ii m la-mi "EMBSKof UM i By HAZEL LIVINGSTON L==ra-===— OCMR-IOHT 1951 BY KWO FEATURES SYNDICATE, /NC.

SYNOI'SIS Lily l.ou Lansing, just twenty and pretty, is studying for an operatic career, but dreams of romance. One morning, on her way to busi- ' ness. a young man follows her. , CHAPTER TWO “I know that girl,” said Ken Sargent to himself. “I’m sure I ’ know her . . . now who the dickens' is she?” Twice he almost had it, her name was almost on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't quite get it. And then it came to him, all in a rush . . Lucile Lansing . . . Woodlake, and the Lansing's cottage in the village. . . . Big family of them, poor as church mice . . . the mother taught school, father didn’t do much, had a lame leg or something . two boys, and three girls. , . . Lucile was the baby . . . what was it they used to call her? . . . Lily Lou! That's it! Lily Lou! Inquiringly, as if he had called to her. Lily Ixvu Lansing turned her head, gazed straight into the eyes of Kentfield Carey Sargent, Third. Instantly he beamed, whipped off his cap. “Don't you remember me? I’m Ken Sargent. Used to come up to the lake in summer . . . you know — Woodlake. Aren't you Lily Lou Lansing?” “Ken Sargent! Why, of course!” Lily Lou took his outstretched hand, smiled up at him winningly. But her eyes were clouded. She was embarrassed. A flame of color came out and burned in her clear, pale cheek. She thought . . . “Ken Sargent, the rich boy who used to come up for the summers. . . . His father used to fish. ... He remembers our house, and all of us kids flippity flop in old clothes, and Dad. working in Rufe Fletcher’s store. . . ." “How did you ever remember?” she laughed. “How could I forget? You nearly drowned me. swimming. You swam too well for a girl. Do you still?” “Yes—better!" They walked along together. Talking. Laughing Surprising how easy to pick up the threads. "How’s your mother and father —and your sisters, and the boys?” he asked, and then forgot to listen while she answered He didn't care what bad happened to her funny family- . . . Gosh, she was pretty! He thought he’d never g"t tired of looking at her. Her eyes were far apart, very dark, but soft, shadowy Her -kin was the clear magnolia hue that had given her the nickname Lily lz>u year - ago when all the other ’children at the lake were freckled and tanned. . . . Her nose was small and perfect, she had a beautifully molded and mobile mouth, a chiseled chin, and a white, full throat. And her hands . . . her hands were a musician's hands, long, slim, blunt fingers, hands firm and ringless. “My but you've gotten pretty! You're th? prettiest girl I ever aw!” he exploded suddenly, interrupting her story of her brother John’s wedding, and Earl’s venture into the hay and grain business. She laughed right out loud at (hat. The little stiffness that had been between them vanished. They parted reluctantly. Looked for each other next morning on the boat. Ken was a marvelous listener. He drank in every word that she told him about her singing, her plans for a future on the operatic

HEALTH STATION • PLANS FOR COUNTY COMPLETE. h . (CONTINUED FROM PAGE ONE, i their children, between two and six , ' years of age, for a free and complete physical examination. If med . I leal care Is Indicated, the mother will be referred to her family , physician. , The schedule for the Decatur ata-|, ■ tlon is as folllows: Decatur, First Ward, and Wash . ington township: April 21. Decatur. Second Ward, andi ..Washington township: April 22. J Decatur, Third Wac.il. and Wash-1 ; ington township: April 25. , Root, Union and St. Marys townJships: April 26. Preble, Kirkland. Monroe, and ' J Blue Creek townships, April 27. The station for the southern part ' l of the county will lie held at Gejneva bn April 18, 19. and 20. I - ■■ DECATUR GIRL * IS INJURED ‘ I . V . , .' STIN ITKh rAGE ONE) | ’ number of cars were parked on thi ' ' road, and among them was onei r I owned by Charles S. Jackson of (Fort Wayne, and occupied by Mr. • Jackson, his wife, three children and Mrs. Dowe Crowe of Fort J ■ Wayne. The car was headed north, i returning to Fort Wayne. Mr. ", Jackson parked the car at tlie end -of the line of automobiles on the; 1 west side of the road, got out and , crossed tlie road to the east side, | i where he talked with Raymond

stage. She glowed as she talked. * She felt glamorous conscious of the impression she was making, conscious of what he had said about j her beauty. . . . “Gosh!” he said. “It seems funny lin away .. . little Lily Lou turning into a Brunhilde—” “Oh, no! I’ll never do that. I’m (coloratura soprano. Butterfly, you 1 know, and Marguerite, and the I Snow Maiden, and Semiramide, and | Juliet and Manon—l’d love to make .'my debut as Manon—mostly on acI count of the drama—and then right I after it something big like Elisai ■ beth, in Tannhauser. only I’m bet'ter in Traviata really — ” J “You’ll be good in anything. They’ll just have to look at you. .' You’ll be another Geraldine Farrar. J. . Gee. Lily Lou. I’ll sure be at . 'the stage door when you make your debut, even if 1 have to go to Milan [j or Berlin to do it!” Lily Lou came home and hardly tasted her dinner. I “If you don’t like the chops you I don’t have to cat them,” May said, , hurt and angry at this slight to her cooking. “I’m sure I do my best. It isn’t my fault if they're a little r | stringy. I have to take what they i I send me, and I haven’t got all day , to cook, you know!” J “Oh. May! I'm perfectly satisfied. 11 I'm just—not hungry.” “Must be in love,” Raymond guf- • j sawed. I “I hope not,” May said, a little acidly, but she smiled. Love was , at once a sore subject, and a stand- . ing joke. Raymond's younger sister, ’lrene, was always in love, always i : engaged, always working on a hope , ] chest that never seemed to get s filled, and was never destined . | long for the same bridegroom May s made no secret of the fact that she [ thought the bridegrooms were j mostly in Irene’s silly head Ray- ’ mond. secretly agreeing, never 'I failed to resent his wife's slurs. But tonight he smiled back, and , May, softening, said a little more i gently. “Well. 1 do wish you'd cat ’ more, Lily Lou 1 should think that trip across the bay would give you .' a real appetite.” ,1 Lily Lou shook her head. “Not [tonight, thanks.” She nibbled on a •; pickle, while the other two finished ’I the evening meal. They ate it in the 11 kitchen, in the breakfast nook, be/cause it was quicker. Raymond was ■ * always tired and hungry after his ! long day at the Chevrolet factory. ’ May, out of the house at seven- • twenty-five every morning, in order . to ride down town with her hus- . band, was reduced to one long yawn • by night. i After the dishes were done Lily ■ Lou went into the front room and ■ sat down at the piano. The dreamI ing look came back into her eyes. • Her slim, strong hands ran up the , scale, each note clear, separate, evenly matched as the pearls tn a i necklace. , Then her voice, lilting, lovely .. . In the dining room—really the living room, May lay back against the cushions of the sofa. “Lily ■ Lou’s got the voice, all right,” she said. Gently, sweetly, through the wall • came the sound of Lily Lou’s song. It was an old French ballad. ‘Tlaisirs d’ amour. . . .” May didn’t know all the words, but she knew what they meant . . . plaisiis d' amour, the joys of love, i . . . Something about the joys of love lasting but a moment, but the . memory and the pain lasting all ■ one's life. . . . • She sat up stiff!..-. ”1 wish Lily : Lou wouldn’t sing that!”

Wilburn of Ossian. From the aouth came a roadster owned hy Homer Barton, R. 1. Monroe, who Is employed at the Decatur Castings company of this city, and”TTriven by Ivan Heare ot Decatur. Other occupants of the car were the Misses Miller of this city. May Heller, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Walter Heller of Bluffton, and Mr. Barton. Heare told authorities he was driving quite fast when he noticed tlie parked curs near the scene of .the accident, applied tlie brakes and skidded into tlie rear of. the i Jackson car. Mrs. Jackson was in the act of I getting out of the automobile when : it. was struck and she was thrown into the ditch. She received an injury to her shoulder. Barton's car then careened across 'the road, striking Wilburn and Jackson. Wilburn received a bad compound fracture to his right leg, just below the knee, and w’as removed to' the Wells County Hospital. Jackson received a bruise on the leg. Miss Miller was hurled through the windshield of tlie Barton car. and received several serious injuries. She was removed to her I home in this city this afternoon. o JONES CHAIRMAN IS NAMED HERE : (CONTINUn.fi FROM PAGE ONE) tbu new Fourth district, is re "iv ing splendid support throughout ■ the dictriet in his race tor the i republican nomination, republican I leaders state. Dr Jones is making his candidacy on a platform favor-

"Why. 1 thought it was tea pretty.” Raymond said, mildly May got up and began to inov> around the room, jerking misplacer . furniture into place. “I hate it. She never sang it be fore. Dad’s sister used to sing it You know how we always felt about Dad's family. Dad's good as gold, but the lest were well ; they were riff-raff, especially th's aunt. . . She had the voice, just ' like Lily Lou. but she was too lazy to do anything with it. She ran . away with a traveling man She used to sing that that miserable song—” Raymond sucked on his pipe . After a while he smiled “So now . you're afraid little Lily Lou’s going . to run off with a traveling man. is that it?" Bang went the book May had i held in het hand "Raymond Kitt ridge, you make me SICK! Just ■ because YOUR sister is a fool! You know perfectly well that Lily i Lou doesn't care a thing about . I boys. She doesn’t even know one ■ . . Oh, men! Always thinking of :; things like that!” ■ “Well, Lily Lou is human, ain’t ’ishe?” Raymond grinned. ’ | His wife did not deign to answer Sweetly, thrillingly. through the Thin partition came Lily Lou's song. . . . “Plaisirs d’ amour . ” She sang on. Unconscious of . j them. Unconscious of everything i but the sweet, new pain that was in I her heart. Lily Lou was beginning to think i about clothes. >i She came home with a fashion magazine every night, spent hours I poring over the ads in the evening , papers. “I can't go around looking . ' like a rag picker any longer.” she . told May. “That suit looks all right to me." ■ Raymond said, looking it over judiciously. I “Looks terrible!” . “Oh. I don’t know A nice look- ! ing girl like you can get by with anything.” , Lily Lou felt pleased She looked ■ down at the despised brown wool . [Crepe suit, which had begun life J shell pink, and now. after two ses I sions with the dye pot. was a very , respectable brown. Maybe Ray mono [ was right. Maybe she’d better not i spend the money . . . still. . . • • • * « In the end she bought the nev . I suit. It was black, with a little cape ■ ■“Just the thing for spring.” the .'saleswoman said. Chilly enough , these early spring mornings. Rm | she never shivered after she met , | Ken. Excitement kept her warm I, The elderly office women on the . sheltered rear deck of the ferry slowly turned their necks to watch . her as she passed with Ken every morning. The sewing sister.-- in 11.--i cabin stitched and nudged each other . . another romance . that dark girl, and the cute fellow. . “He’s Ken Sargent . . You know, the Kentfield Sargen’. . the , steamship people . . all kinds of ■ money . . . wonder who she i<'.'" Lily Lou stepped along with Ken. | She knew what the other commuters were thinking It piqued her pride. She thought., “I may be nobody now . . . hut you wait. . .” , She laughed, under her breath . "Now what’s the joke?” Ken Sar- . gent wanted to know. f She wouldn't tell him. “Some day ; you will know.” she said dimpling. 1 She felt awfully cure of herself, that fir»t spring. I 1 o Be Coatunied > Copyright by King Feature* Syndicate, Inc.

ing tlie repeal of tlie prohibition amendment and the fight is drawipg the wet and dry lines very closely. Congressman Hogg has the support of the drys, based on a dry record in congress. Republican political leaders in Allen county are openly supporting Dr. Jones and alt hough he did not enter the race until the last day for filing declarations of candidacy, Ills campaign is well under way in the district. Couple Is Accused Os Killing Infant Indianapolis, Apr. 18 —<U.R) Charges of murder were to lie filed today against a man and Ills

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i brld« us a week, accusing them of tin murder of their day-old - The mother. Mr«. Josephine i Timjei. 28. w.is in City hoapilal. Hi r husband, Joseph, 28. was in 11 city p.'i«un. "W didn’t want tlie liuby," tlm I father explained. "We don't know If it wax born dead or alive.” Police xald the Infant died of ■! Rtrangulatlon and a neck fraci turi It wax poxHible, however, I they pointed out. that the Injuries were suffered at birth. , ' The M . ... . 1.1 Hul.iiolls ■ :and Salome Sehniltz. William Gasx and James Fisher visited with Mr. •land Mrs. Ed Weixling and family t'ln Flfidlay, Ohio Sunday.