Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 32, Number 19, Decatur, Adams County, 22 January 1934 — Page 4

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DECATUR DAILY DEMOCRAT Publizbed THE Every Eve- VW DECATUR uing Except DEMOCRAT Sunday by CO. Entered at the Decatur, Ind., Post Office as Second GlMi Matter. H. Heller Pres. and Gen. Mgr. A. R. Holthouse Sec'y A Him. Mgr. Dick D. Heller Vice-President Subscription Rates: Single copies.. - I One week, by carrier.,™™...™ .10 One year, by carrier—— 5.00 One month, by mall 35 Three months, by mall 1.00 Six months, by mall 1.75 One year, by mail - 3.00 One year, at office 3.00 Prises quoted are within first and second zones. Elsewhere >3 50 one year. Advertising Kates made known on Application. National Adver. Representative SCHEERER, Inc. 115 Lexington Avenue, New York 35 East Wacker Drive, Chicago. Charter Member of The Indiana League of Home Dailies. Most of us don’t claim to understand the inner parts of the promos-1 ed gold measure but we have faith' In President Roosevelt and believe it will help or he won't want It. Be sure to get tickets lor the j President’s ball. Its the big social | event of the year and you won’t want to miss it. The program includes fine music, a floor show, bridge and dancing. Sportsmen will enjoy the meeting at the Chamber of Commerce rooms tomorrow evening, when several matters of importance will be discussed and when the district game warden will explain how game preserves can be restocked. The political lawyer In Washington seems to be out of luck as much as those who have any other racket which depends upoc the cooperation of the President. He just refuses to stand hitched to any thing that doesn’t seem fair and above board. Hundreds of our subscribers have taken advantage of our special offer to renew their subscription to the Daily Democrat. You need the home paper and of course I we need you. By cooperating we ca-t make this a better community and that’s our one and greatest desire. It won't be long now until spring a-.d its not a bit too early to start planning what you will do. If every one moves a little, the unemployed will be taken care of and the depression will be over. There is little doubt of unusual activities in this community and we hope every one will help push the good cause alo. g. Even fifteen hours of work a week at fifty cents an hour will help to furnish the amunition that will keep the wolf from the door. It is hoped that with the opening of spring, the men now employed at public work will be able to land permanent places and that the wheels of progress will begin to spin. Next winter should be much easier for every one. During the past few months, there have been a large number of cases of dyphtberia in Indiana and to combat and to prevent a recurr< ce next year, trained nurses are now stationed in each county, to immunize the children against it. Os course they will not do so unless the parents desire it, but the opportunity is offered free to guard against this dreaded disease, so frequently prevailed t among children. In ail of our messages through the newspapers and elsewhere. Ih e paramount thing must be the truth. W. H. Zwick & Son Funeral Directors Mrs. Zjjvlck, Lady Attendant Funeral Home Ambulance Service 514 N. 2nd st. Phones 303 and 61

The last rites were conducted this afternoon for Aunt Helen Blossom, 91, oldest lady in this community and one loved and re- , spected by all who knew her. Horn in this county, she spent all but a few years here and her activity ’ I until very recently in club and church work was productive of much good. She was a constant reader, a woman whose thoughts were clean and broad, who loved her neighbor and had good ideas and could express them. This city and county mourn the death of this estimable lady. We are deeply grieved by the death of our old and tried friend, Charles C. Ernst. Strong minded, loyal, capable and always interested in general affairs, he was considered a power for years in this county. As a public official he was honest and courteous and efficient. Since his work took him to 'Fort Wayne some years ago, he retained his residence here and never' missed being the first to vote each election morning. He w-as a reader I and a student of economics, w-ell I posted on every thing going on in . the state and national capitols. His jovial disposition and his love for companionship endeared him to many and he will be missed by I all who knew him. I The Berne Witness shows signs of poitical excitement, some of which seems unwarranted. In the last two or three issues, they have referred to the candidacy of "William Noll, trustee of Washington township," as a candidate for county treasurer and seem to be exercised about it. To start with, the; trustee is Thomas Noll and not 1 Wiliam. He tells us he is not a] candidate for any thing but to render the best service possible in his present job and he has had no more to do with the CWA than any other trustee. A recent article makes the ridiculous statement that Berne has only an allotment of thirty-five men while the rest of the 460 in the county are divided between Geneva and Decatur. Most any one knows how untrue and unfair that statement is and if they don't they can easily ascertain the facts. Trying to build a campaign on misstatements is not the usual j course of the Witness and we are surprised they resort to it now I Mr. Noll has made an excellent record as trustee and has steadfastly stood by the unemployed and the needy. —o Answers To Test Questions Below are the Answers to the Test Questions Printed on Page Two. ♦ — 4 1. Wheat flower paste. 2. Exodus. 3. Negro military leader and Emperor of Haiti. 4. Frances Folsotn. 5. Spartacus. 6. The Clyde. 7. Shakespeare. 8. The Pilgrims. 1 9. Detroit. 10. The windpipe. o HOSPITAL NOTES Mrs. Cleo Coleman, Montpelier, underwent a major operation at I the Adams County Memorial hospital Saturday. Elizabeth Patterson, route 7, Decatur, had her tonsils removed at the local hospital Ibis morning.; Mrs. Ralph K'lenker, route 7. j Decatur, is a medical patient at the Adams County Memorial hospital. Gretchen Winans, route 3, Decatur, had her tonsils removed at the Adams County Memorial hospital this morning. o NOTlCE—Meeting of Adams County Conservation League at the Chamber of Commerce room, 8 p.rn. Thursday, Jan. 25. instead of Tuesday. For Better Health See Dr. H. Frohnapfel Licensed Chiropractor and Naturopath Phone 314 140 So. 3rd st. Neurocalometer Service X-Ray Laboratory Office Hours: 10 to 12 a. m. 1 to 5 p. m., 6 to 8 p. m.

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. —- . The People’s Voice |! I 1 Thie column for the use of our | readers who wish to make sug- | geetions for the general good | or discuss questions of Intep- | est. "lease sign your name to ’ ahow authenticity. It will not | be used it you prefer that it | not be | Wants Home Paper Stony Poi .t, Albert Canada January 16, 1931. Dear Editor: We must hasten to take advantage of your offer to renew our subscription. Although we have been away from Adams county and under English rule for over twelve years, we still keep up our citizenship iu the U. S. and consider Adams county as our home, and take a lively interest in all the happenings there. We must have the, Democrat to keep us informed. Alberta experienced its coldest | December in 40 years, from the 6tb day of December the thermometer never went above zero generally remai dug at about 20, going as low j as 38. The unusual amount of dampness and wind caused the: greatest discomfort. Also the snow j tall thus far this winter lias almost equaled that of last year when the! official record was 60 inches. But | that does not mean that we are 1 snowed it! or under, I have been ' able to travel with my car thus far I tills year and we do not live on a highway that is kept clear. Nori does a temperature of 35 or even ] 40 below zero keep the cars from: going, although they do not crowd

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Wiley Post Flies to Help Warm Springs • 4 -- v_, FAMOUS AVIATOR HELPS PRESIDENT'S BIRTHDAY BALL Holder of the record for girdling the globe twice, Wiley Post has thrown his famous plane, the Winnie Mae, into the nation-wide movement to ■ honor the President on his birthday, Jan. 30, by holding a ball in every , community in the nation to help raise an endowment for expanding the 1 nation-wide work of Warm Springs for Infantile Paralysis, Post will fly members of the national committee from city to city in fast time to speed up the movement to honor the President.

I themselves on such days. Yes. we i live through such cold days and | even enjoy them at times. So send i us the Democrat for a-'other year ' so that we may read of all the I events that happen there. Rev. C. H. Reppert. o- — Dance Wed. at skating rink.

ARRIVALS Mr. anil Mrs. Charles Hite, 921 North Fifth street, are the parents of a girl baby born at the Adams County Memorial hospital at six o'clock this morning, January 22. This is the second child and second girl in the family.

ALLEGES TAX FUND MISUSE Alleges Gasoline Tax Collections Misused In Some Counties Lafayette. Ind.. Jan. 22— A legislative Inquiry into alleged ( misuse of gasoline tux collection’ by county and city official* mW’" dieted here today by C. Dana ward president of the Indiana High***Material and Equipment Association. in an address before the -Otli annual, Purdue university road? school. City, county and state official’. ■ contractors, material and equ P- * meat dealers and others interested lin highway construction. from j j throughout the state, attended the openfug session of the five-day-meeting. "Last year the state distributed $7,580,000 in gasoline tav collet itions to city and county govern-, ■ mental unite for the express pur- ‘ pose of constructions and main-1 i talnlng roads, streets and bridges. 1

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CHAPTER SIXTY Suddenly, a figure rolled up to the Sergeant. A man spoke silently. The Sergeant moved toward t h e searchlight. The brightness ceased its steady circling, and a straight and piercing gleam shot out to the starboard and rested there. The deck of a darkened motor boat, nowonly fifty feet distant, was alight. The light wavered, dropped. I atncia saw white letters outlined along the side of the craft. She darted forward. “It’s the Lazy Mary! The Sergeant snatched a megaphone and held it to his lips. "Stand by,” he shouted through the rain and the storm and the darkness. "Stand by.’ There was a flash of red and then another. A burst of gunfire had answered his hail. And then the Lazy Mary, spitting bullets behind her, leaped into life and sped into the blackness of the Sound. , The chase was short. Bill McGee s boat was fast, but the police launch had come upon him before his engines had time to whirl themselves to their full speed, and he could not escape. Patricia lay flat upon the wet deck—she had been thrust there by Clark when the bullets began to fly-half sick with the fearful motion of the boat and half exhilarated by the unnatural excitement of the night. Across the deck, the police had lumbered a one-pound cannon into action. Now she heard it boom. Even close-range aim was difficult in this pitching sea. Again the ominous boom. “We’ve got him,” said the Sergeant. The Lazy Mary was slowing. Her motors were sputtering, and the next series of rolling waves brought the launch abreast her. There was a scramble aboard the Lazy Mary. The gunfire ceased. “Lay to in the name of the law,” the Sergeant shouted. “This is a New York City police launch.” Hooks grasped the rail of the Lazy Mary and bumping, bumping, bumping, the two boats came together. The Lazy Mary’s motors expired in strange silence, but the Sergeant was not yet ready to board. Three men, drenched with rain, filed along the deck of the fugitive craft with hands aloft. While the Sergeant, rocking with the movement of his own boat, covered them, two patrolmen clambered over the rails nimbly and clamped manacles upon their prisoners. Clark was now at the rail. “Where’s Bill McGee?” he demanded. • Bill McGee gave his own answer. They saw him rounding the comer from the wheel house, his sodden hair wildly over his eyes, a gun in either hand. “Come and get me,” he snarled. Patricia never knew the details of the gun fight. She never wanted to know. A patrolman carried her below, tossed her into a neatly made police bunk, and locked the door behind him. She heard the pistols, she heard the roar of the wind and the pounding of the waves upon the floating and bound-together boats. But she heard most loudly the silence that came with the cessation of firing. Bill, his boat sinking under him and all hope lost, fought to the end. And then when the foundering Lazy Mary—a hole in her side—was almost ready to carry the launch to the bottom with her, he was brought dying aboard and carried, with more tenderness than might have been expected, to a tiny cabin where futile emergency treatment was given. Bill McGee, unshriven and unmoumed died with seven bullets in his body. It was Clark who brought Patrizia to the windy deck. She was cry. tng now, but crying with happiness Clark was safe, and that was ahi that mattered. Clark was safe, and J

RggUiU-. of-A-Ws used this moneylor purpose. oth( .r than those by Some used their funds for retirement of bonds issued against made ot even wed the money for ueneral operating expenses. k °qt U not unreasonable to pre- “ that the legislature which . X t January will look Into 7 stewardship of the moneyw'hether it was used for the purnose tor which It was coleeted. Ward said the inereastog demand for year-round traneportation has vaulted in expenditure of more than 5550.D00.000 on secondary roads it Indiana and eatlmated approximately $W,000.000 to $25,000,009 annual nulntenanve expenditures are need- ’ Four of the years neglect would mean complete deterioration of tMM roads and necessitate rephuenint at a cost greater than $05).0®0.000, he said. The road school is conducted under the direction of the Purdue university school of civil engineering, with the co-operation of the state highway commission. Indiana County Surveyors and Engineers Association, Indiana County Commissioners' Association, and the highway and materials assoc>ation. One of : e features of the meet-

the rain had gone and the stars above the quieting waters of the ' Sound were peeping through. “Not a casualty, lady.” said the ! Sergeant proudly when he saw her. I “That is, no casualty except McGee. Not a cop was even clipped. ■ And three prisoners below. Your ' friend here had the narrowest escape. His hat is out there in the I water somewhere, and it's been drilled through twice.” “Oh, Clark!” She caught at his hand and held it tightly. His responsive grip was comforting and sweet. He seemed embarrassed, awkward, aimost shy. He did not wish to discuss his part. When the launch had put about and was swinging back toward the city, Clark spoke. The man and girl stood at the rail, their eyes on the expanse of grayish water lightening in the coming dawn. Clark gestured below decks where the murderer of Julian Haverholt lay dead. "Bill McGee confessed before he died,” Clark said. “He told the Sergeant the whole story. And one of the prisoners confirmed it. He drove McGee to Julian’s house and drove the car that took McGee and you away after he had shot Julian down.” Patricia turned very pale. Her voice was quiet. “Bill McGee is dead?” “He's dead.” “Do the police know I was kidnapped?” “They know everything, Patricia. McGee’s crew in trying to save themselves confessed everything, They laid the blame on Bill McGee but they told it all.” She was white and still a moment before she said: “Then I’m free?” “You’re free, Patricia.” It was dawn when they reached the city. A radiance seemed to lie upon the town hushed in that moment before the sun would rise. The tall towers of lower New York far in the distance pierced the slowly brightening sky. The air was cool, touched with the tang of salt. Market carts and milk trucks rattled along the streets. The city was waking up when the police launch docked. Patricia was ill with weariness, sick with relief, somehow strangely lost. She had been cleared of Julian Haverholt’s murder. She was free. Free for what? The policemen hum** Wto the station ahead, eager ■* natea their reports. Patricia and Clark had been asked to return C • afternoon. They stood on the wharf now, alone together. The girl had no idea where she would go, what she would do next. The excitement that had borne her up had quite burned away. She looked forlorn and small in her crumpled tweeds, her face pale, her red hair tangled, her figure drooping from exhaustion. Clark’s hand was at her elbow. He had steered her to his car, parked where he had left it, bright against the grayness of the wharfs. What next? Patricia smiled shakily. “It’s over,” she said. “All over,” he agreed wearily, contentedly, and said, “Get into the car, Patnma. You’re-rcady to drop.” . ■ I h BU * SS ’" sa,d the P rl a faintly, you had better take me to some hotel. ma<n , ’'° tel: M> darling ’ are you She was in his arms. His lips were searching for her lips. He tipped back her chin. She surren!is7 “h the clor * of his About them, on the lonely 1 ’ eenit:d t 0 be the be »t Wlngs " And did y° n think Id let you go? What made you dream I'd let you go?" “Do you love me, Clark’” hi . H " a 7? S Were U * ht loc ked about .5 Sh * P,,t the f ’ UMtiOD as simply as a child. fo3° 11 h * v ‘ loved you forever, darhng; I & hall l we you

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forever. - “That sounds like a loig j she could say from the ?» C si his arms. ' “It’s not nearly long e«« They laughed. Just thejj first flush of their thing made them laugh. l laughed at Patricias diiara the milk truck driver wmj and stared, at the polices* opened the door of the statisti by and closed it promptly. Later, much later, wtq were in the car and driven Long Island—Clark had te.qfa his mother—Patricia said tn “I was such a coward,B How can you love such a c* “Why didn’t you tell me, a Why didn’t you tell me abx and Julian?" he asked, sue the moment The steady | pressure of his hand upon H did not lessen. “It would Hm so much more simple for a j only had.” “I was a different girl thea,' grave-eyed girl said. "I wui Clark, I was so afraid that Ii lose you if I told the truth. I —I couldn’t have home ti»‘ “You were afraid I woadfl derstand?” She only nodded for aung her eyes met his eyes brndj “But I would have ur,dM he said, his voice husky vj membered pain. “I knew, ya I knew long ago that yea w Julian’s niece. I knew it tbs when we parted in June.” The memory of that day m fore them. Clark pulled tte| more closely into his etr.br* red tangled head lay at utter] upon his shoulder. After i while Patricia said: “Was that why you wares rible at Marthe's dance?” “I was burning up with ;a that night, Patricia. I thcajfe you loved Julian. I thoughtl had lost you for good and i “Julian was good to me,” the girl, “in his own strang way.” Another moment of ailena Patricia said, “Did Muth you about me?” and looicedl the man who was looking 0 her. “I wouldn’t believe Mirthe. later I remembered meetug down town at Eileen Sycottt ago.” Patricia drew a breath “That must have beer. Is you, Clark.” “It was bad for a white,” k fessed slowly. ‘T knew yoota sweetheart, to think that yw do anything wrong. But I a that Julian had fascinattd f he fascinated so many ether*' “Marthe ?” queried Patna an upward inflection. “Yes,” be said briefly ‘ Marthe.” From her own happinen l cia could spare a momenrt for the other girl. Martha! had conspired in vain. In I* she had lost everythisg. « words echoed in Patricia*/ Poor Marthe! And poor They drove on into the The life with Julian seemed like a dream to W now. She stood on the threw* a sweeter, more simple Me. clear-eyed and honest. Fatrid done with gambling. gambW money and gambling with* “But won’t you teaei bridge?” Clark asked. “I have forgotten how » it," declared Patricia maybe," she added aftera of reflection, “maybe 1 an occasional ace at the "“f day aft rnoon bridge ciu» Clark laughed as he head. „. u “My little racketeer, he And then he kissed her. THE EXP | • 1932. by Kmc Te»« r “