Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 34, Number 20, Decatur, Adams County, 23 January 1936 — Page 5

SfesSsw lIHISS GIRL -Si'SS" H School Girl ■ cal J* n - ■' , fU.R) fre t! tl |' authorities. UW :, e by a- city Ht Ttho rieyinr <X | L Stammer, today concealed the *Xu W of Elton 3to»e. 30, EJP Quentin convict who the murder. ■ ».„ taken into custody at the small Madera ‘.■mountain community of *7, rk, where he had worked K, as garage mechanic I crime was committed. 34 El,.fusion told bow lie lay to kill a M o s the family of 55 alter C. | corporation attorney, with Mary alone for a Kt,, in the music room of he crept to a window fd her with u .22 calibre pistol. persistently, howreveal the motive for the Tl, t ear. wb.- li one of the |K r . ip- i-c purportedly E> ortti( , s . And I don't <«re I have take for it. e same thing again. - ’ occurred during a rirflL’ne of the girl's mother. h driven her husband to 1 itlros station. The girl had K,., before being Leaten ami iCialF unclothed told how he sat residence on a treehud'J winding street and saw - bare the house.

Bonus Bill Backers Celebrate 'fes -1 I A?.' K ■ »WW>l ~ 1 Congratulations in order ~ Roosevelt maintained a strict silence concerning whether ■t he would veto the bonus bill passeu by overwhelming vote of ■ branches of congress, an occasion for mutual congratulations lum backers of the bill, including, left to right, Ray Murphy. Legion conriander; Senator Frederick Steiwcr, of Oregon; H|john Taylor, Legion official: Senator James Byrnes, of South Bat..: - -a, and James Van Zandt, Veteran*, of Foreign War*’ <uu»:f, ■Pavless Professor to Retire j chapel < I A 1 I - v ’ ' V W]fc. C ' rpr. Rnlhn H. JI - W<-• >'■ WtW * 1 E EP- ' hii H. Walker, professor of English Bible at Ohio Wesleyan Delaware, 0., practices the principles of Christian as well as teaching them. Since Dr. Walker joined th* V U ' CU^y * U he has given more money to the university iJ' recviv cd. He has worked without pay for years and 'he aiarhs of his depnrtmfntid n i.tantr out of hia income from other Hi.- academic career ends nv.vt r J une when he retires at tiie age of 70.

They returned, he said, and then | departed wraln. after Stammer had obtained bit overcoat. When the automobile had gone j a second time, Slone related, ho left hia car and approached the . house. Removing one of the gloves ho wore, he said, he shot ■ Mary through the window with a .22 calibre automatic pistol, holding his ha.nd over the gun to cutch the discharged shell. McNutt Speaks At Road School Tonight Lafayette, Ind., Jan. 23—(U.R) Gov. I’uul V. McNutt will be principal speaker at the annual bani quet ot the 22nd annual Purdue I I nivcrs.ty road school tonight. The five-day conference of high-, way commission representatives, 1 urvcyors. engineers, county and i city roa/l officials, and equipment representatives, will close loiuorI row. M. 11. Koeie. chief engineer of the state highway commission, last night explained to delegates that the slow increase in the present highway sywtem was ditto limited funds available to the i slate commission. "The present state highway system consists of 9,289 tnileu of roads and tins eventually should he doubled to include one-fourth of the roads in the state.'’ Keefe stated. o— — —.- Grand 61am Painful Boise, Idaho. — (U.R) — A grand slam in bridge near cost an enthuiastic bridge player a finger. Excited. he threw his cards on the table, took hold of a collapsiole chair and tried to raise himself. The chair folded and mangled a finger. o Buy Mackinaws or Mellon Jackets now at !> price.— Peterson AL Everhart Co.

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■■ ii ——|| I , m i -w ,l li Bill W— Drivers Miss Some Blame Pee Moines, la -<U.R)- A driver I Isn’t always necessary In al) auto accidents, state motor vehicle statistics revealed. In one month, six accidents were reported, Involving moving, driverless automobiles. Failure to set brakes on hills and inclines allowed the cars to roll away. O'”- ■ Town Buys Locomotives MoTine, 111. — (U.R) — Moline has entered the railroad business. Ord- | era for two four-ton locomotives, •10 dump cars and 2,500 railroad ,| ties have been authorized by the city council, tor use in connection with a WPA project at the municipal airport. o Thief “Panes-Taking” Toledo —(UP)—A "ipaneu-taking' - thief here has a painstaking relative. Some uus recently stole a win dow pane from a houue. Shortly after, the owner received an unsign- 1

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SYNOPSIS Stuart Pennington, struggling young artist, loves Sharlene Standring, wealthy society girl, but cannot ask her to marry him and share his poverty. Moreover, he knows Sharlene considers him just her best friend. Julie Devore, Stuart’s model, is jealous of the society girl and would give anything for Stuart’s love, but she means little to him. When Sharlene returns from abroad with the news that she is engaged to Kent Damerell, millionaire play-boy, Stuart’s dream castles crumble. He is, however, favorably impressed with Kent, and realizes his rival is of Sharlene’s world. Stuart returns to his studio with a heavy heart. Julie is filled with elation at the thought that Sharlene rejected Stuart, feeling that now she has a chance. But Stuart ignores Julie and tries to find consolation in his work. Five days before his wedding, Kent receives a long distance phone call from his brother. Leigh, in New York, informing him that a girl, named Cora, had shot herself upon reading of Kent’s iVgagement, and her dying request is—to see Kent! He phones Sharlene that business requires his presence in New York and gees there by plane. Kent had loved Cora for several years. Expecting her to die. he grants her wish and marries her. But Cora gains strength after the ceremony. . . . Much as Kent tries to keep the marriage secret, the newspapers print the whole sensational story. He calls Sharlene long distance, but she is at Stuart’s bungalow. Her mother takes the message. She then phones Stuart that she has bad news and asks him to bring Sharlene home. . . . It is a terrific blow, but Sharlene takes s t like a thoroughbred. CHAPTER XII "The worst of it is, Stuart." Mrs. Standring went on, “he said that the story had come out in a New York tabloid—” Sharlene turned swiftly from the window. “That means the newspapers here will have it in the morning, if they don’t get out an extra tonight. What a thing to do to me!” “Is there anything we can do, Emily.” Stuart asked, “to stop the story here? Have you any influence?” “Precious little, when it comes to a story like this. I can try to give the reporters—” “You can’t do anything. Mother! Facts are facts. I’ve been jilted—ditched. Sharlene Standring—flung aside like an old glove! It will make swell reading for the servant girls any many others!” Stuart jumped to his feet abruptly, strode across the room, and declared bitterly, “If I could only do something!” Sharlene suddenly went straight to him. looked into his eyes, and said: “You can, Stuart. . . . Will you marry me? At once?” “Wh—what?” he stuttered, too stunned to be aware that the heaven of his dreams was opening before his eyes. “I mean it. I wouldn’t ask it if I didn't know you—wouldn’t mind.” “Why—why. of course, Sharlene. I'd do anything in the world for you —" He had gone white himself now, looking at Sharlene with slightly dazed blue eyes. Mrs. Standring relaxed suddenly and put her head down on her desk with a choked sob. Neither Sharlene nor Stuart heard her. “I’ve not much to give you—right now, Stuart. For some time, I’ll be raw and mean, I'm afraid. But I’ve always been fond of you, and always happy in your companionship. You’re really my very best friend, Stuart. And I'll love you some day, the way you deserve.” “That's all right, Sharlene. I love you enough for two. But—otherwise—l’ve nothing to give, dear—” “Hush! I'm taking advantage of you just because I'm in a pickle. It isn't fair —unless you want me.” “I —want you,” he said it very low. They clasped hands and looked at each other earnestly, unsnrilingly. Mrs. Standring got up, wiped her eyes, and went over to put her arms about them both at once. "I can be glad,” she said, “that this dreadful thing lias happened, if it brings you two together—” “Oh, no sentiment, please, mother! I—l can’t bear it right now —” There was a tap at the door and Mrs. Standring’ll secretary came in bearing a huge white box in her arms and beaming st Sharlene. "Here’s another wedding present,

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Miss Standring. And there’s a Mr. M. L. Gough on the telephone. He insists that it’s urgent. He’s a reporter calling from San Francisco.” “I’ll take the call here.” Mrs. Standring went back to her desk as the girl retired. “It’s come,” said Sharlene apprehensively, “the horrible publicity!” Mrs. Standring was using the telephone. “Yes.... Y’es.... I don’t know the details, but I’in not surprised. . . . No, no, we’re not particularly interested. You see--ah —my daughter is marrying Stuart Pennington, the artist, today. . . . Yes, close friends for years. ... A woman’s prerogative, you know.... No, no, not here. . . . I’ll give you details of the wedding tomorrow. . . . Yes, pictures and everything. Come up tomorrow at noon. . . . No, I won't be here until then. Goodbye.” She put down the receiver and looked up at the two silent young people. "Well, the die is cast--they’ll be right out." “Oh, let’s hurry!” cxciaimed Sharlene distractedly. "Wait.” observed Stuart, “isn’t there a California law about three days before we can be married?” “There is,” said Sharlene. She had reason to know. Kent had been in such haste to file intention to wed that they had gone down to the Courthouse together days ahead of time. He must have been afraid, even then, that the ether woman would call him back. lie had begged her apain and again to hurry- up the wedding. What a coward he had shown himself to be at every turn. “There’s always Mexico,” said Mrs. Standring, “but I hate that idea. It doesn’t seem quite proper, somehow.” Another tap at the door and Brooks appeared. “Mr. Lucien Morrow to see Mr. Pennington.” “Oh. Show him up here. Brooks,” directed Mrs. Standring. The butler brought three packages into view, and permitted himself a smile toward Sharlene. “More wedding presents. Miss.” After his departure there was silence until Lucien boomed in. "How are you, Mrs. Standring? Hello, Sharlene. You’re both looking marvelous! Hi, Stuart! Great snakes, look at the loot!” His admiring eye took in the wedding presents. ”1 know you’re busy and 1 don’t want to interrupt, but I’ve got great news for Stuart. Julie said he was here, so I took the liberty—” “Os course,” said Mrs. Standring. “Sit down a:.d tell us the new-s—if it isn’t a secret.” “No secret. I got a thousand dollar bonus from the Company for finishing my picture under schedule. Unexpected! Pretty slick, what?” He rubbed his hands gleefully. “Why, that’s great,” said Stuart uncertainly. His brain was whirling w-ith Sharlen-3 just then. "The wife doesn't know about it,” Lucien explained w-ith a wink. “She wasn't counting on it for her trip. So I spent it for myself! Know what I did? I went down to Abe Foreman, Stuart, and I bought ‘Sun Smiling Through Clouds’ before anybody else could bid on it I made Abe take his commission out of the check, and here's the rest of the money for you!” He hauled out a roll of bills and pressed it into Stuart’s nerveless hand. The artist was completely bewildered. “I can't have the picture until the exhibit is over, but by that time the wife will be gone to Europe and I’m going to hang it over the fireplace in my own den. There, I’m king. He slapped Stuart on the back. . . . “Say. what's the matter here?” He looked from one strained face to another. “I begin to sense an atmosphere. Anything wrong? Have I barged into something?” “Mr. Morrow,” said Mrs. Standring, "I daresay you were nevermore welcome anywhere in your life. What we need terriby is a good director. Tell me, if you had to direct a real wedding scene immediately, what would you do?” “Fly to Yuma, Arizona/’ answered Lucien promptly. “Everybody’s doing it. Who’s getting married—besides Sharlene?” "Stuart!” “You are, old man? How did you hook her?” “No, he didn't; I hooked him,” said Sharlene wryly. “You don’t say! ... So you ditched the New York play-boy, eh, Sharlene? Weil, I’ll be—” “He ditched me. . . . See tomorpapers for full details.” “I’ll tell you all about it in a minute/' broke in Mrs. Standring. “But right now we must attend to Stuart

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and Sharlene. Will yon help us get them off to Yuma?” “Rather. Why, that’* right in my iine- -reminds me of my assistant director days! I’ll get Yuina long distance from here and make all arrangements at that end for license and preacher. Then I'll charter a plane . . His voice died away as he sat down before the telephone and bw gan calling numbers. Sharlene’s tense face crumpled suddenly and she buried it against Stuart’s arm. “Oh, why did he have to do this to me?” she cried into the rough tweed. Stuart held her very tenderly. Mrs. Standring hurried to them with instant apprehension. Sharlene must not weaken now. “Come, Sharlene,” she said briskly, “you’ll have to tell Hath what you want to take. Stuart will have to pack. Not a minute to lose. What do you think of flying up to San Francisco--from Yuma? You could catch the boat for Honolulu.” Sharlene straightened up. “Yes —that's it: I want to get away!” "All right, then. I’ll send Katie and your trunks up to San Francisco on tonight’s train.” Stuart was bewildered by all these swift plans for dashing “around about and up and dow-n the earth.” He Lad never been able to do things with such magnificent recklessness. In the midst of th* whirl he found time to be glad that he had nearly fourteen hundred dollars in his pocket from the sale of his two pictures. Mrs. Standring pushed the hesitant artist toward the door. “Go home and pack. Stuart. I’ll have Morton drive you. Make him help you, and be sure to be back in an hour.” * * * Julie was not at home when he got there. There was a note stuck in the front door: “Gone to the movies. Julie.” The Standring chauffeur helped him to pack and then carried nis bags down the hill to the waiting car. There was no trunk to follow Stuart to Honolulu. All that he pos sessed in the way of clothing was in those two bags. He hesitated before he left the house, wondering how to let Julie know. Then he scribbled across the bottom of the note she had left for him. and stuck it in the door as she had done: “Gone to Yuma to marry Shar lene Standring. Then on to Hono lulu. Have left money with Lucien Morrow for you. Thanks for everything. S. P.' r » » ♦ That flight across the desert tn the moonlight was part of the strange unreality that life had suddenly assumed for Stuart. Flying straight at the big orange moon, suspended between heaven and earth, he seemed to have left the past behind and to be rushing toward some nebulous, bewildering future. He felt detached, imper sonal. one with the whirling spheres. He roused himself when he found that Sharlene was no longer sitting in the chair ahead. She was up in the front compartment of the trimotored cabin plane w-ith the pilot. Stuart saw her take the twin con trol after a while, and the pilot stepped down to have a smoke Stuart relaxed—he was glad that she could have some mechanical, engrossing tiling to do. It anaesthetized the pain that he knew lurking to clutch at her any mes ment. Hs did not blind himself to the real situation. He knew tha’ Sharlene was going to suffer—hot nbly—when the numbness woreofl He knew that this marriage was a mere reaction to hurt pride. He must go carefully, carefully, lest she loathe him more than Ken! - Damerell when she awoke from her daze. He though! a lot about Kent and the woman who was supposed to die and didn’t. After all, she might be dead this minute and Damerell a free man. In that case, might it no* be better for Sharlene to wait—to listen to Damerell’s explanations’ She had loved the man so deeply Could hurt pride destroy a love life that so instantly? He looked thoughtfully over at Mrs Stand ring, wondering if he should advise her to stop Sharlene’s mad flight before it was too late. But she, poor woman, was asleep, her face tired and white in the moonlight as ths plane dipped. Lucien Morrow was asleep in another chair. No use con suiting him anywa:—Lucien woiffd just tell Lira mH to be a natural-born fool. I (To Be Continued)

found when a butcher slaughtered a pig sent to him by Mrs. Roy. SCHOOL HOUSE IS DESTROYED All Children Rescued As Switz City School Is Destroyed By Fire Switz City. Ind.. Jan. 23—(U.R)— Approximately 150 students and teachers marched to safety from the burning Switz City grade uchool building today. The firn broke out shortly after the school was opened this morning. Fire departments from LinLon, Bloomfield and Lyons answered u. summons but were unable to fight the blaze because of lack of water. Braving temperature 10 degrees below zero, the firemen sprayed hundreds of gallons of chemicals on the blaze but were unalle to halt the fire. The children were forced into the frigid air in their classroom clothing, as their heavy wraps were destroyed by the blaze. A fleet ot school busses wa.s used to rush the students to their homes. Loss was estimated at $40,000. .Q Trade in a Good Town — Decatur

SYNOPSIS Five days before his marriage date, socially prominent Sharlene Standring’s fiance. Kent Damerell, millionaire sportsman, is called to New York to the deathbed of Cora I Manning, a former love Cora shot herself upon learning of his engagement Kent grants Cora’s dying request that he marry her But after the ceremony, she rallies. Kent tries in vain to suppress the newspaper stories. He then telephones Sharlene. Her mother takes the message. Though it is a terrific blow Sharlene takes the news stoically. To offset the publicity of her jilting. Sharlene asks her best triend. Stuart Pennington —struggling young artist, who has loved her for years—to marry her. Though it is the realization of his dream. Stuart knows her proposal is a mere reaction to hurt pride and that she will suffer when the shock of Kent's apparent perfidy wears off Stuart must be careful then lest she loathe him more I than Kent. Flying to Yuma. Arizona. for the ceremony, Stuart wonders if it would not be wiser for Sharlene to wait until Damerell were free. CHAPTER XIII The Colorado River was in sight! when Sharlene came back to Stuart: “We’re almost there.” He drew her head down so that she could hear above the noise of the propellers. “Sharlene — you don’t have to go through with this, you know.” She looked at him, startled. "Getting cold feet?” “No. I just want you to be sure —You haven’t really given Damerell a chance—” "Chance —for what? The woman to die? No, no, I hate him! Are you afraid?” He shook his head and laid his finger on her lips. The plane was spiralling down toward the lights of the airport below. Sharlene went to wake her mother and Lucien Morrow. The hustling young garage owner, whom Lucien knew from many location trips, was waiting when the plane landed. “Good evening. Mr. Morrow. I've got everything ready. I’ve got the elerk waiting at his office to make out the license, and I got a justice of the peace.” “Is that all right with you, Sharlene?” Lucien asked. “Or would you rather have a preacher?” “Oh, no. It's just a legal contract. anyway.” Stuart winced. He wished indeed it were more to her than a legal contract! So the cold contract, was made in a hot, stuffy little office smelling of stale tobacco. The big, shambling, untidy judge stood them up before him and cleared his throat importantly. “Os course, you both realize this is a solemn business —enterin’ on the holy estate o’ matrimony?” They both nodded, faintly amused. • Got a ring?” Stuart looked baffled. “Yes," said Mrs. Standring, producing a tiny circlet of platinum j aved with diamonds from her bag. She had thought of everything. “Join hands—do you—ah—Stuart Pennington—lake this here wife to be your lawful wedded woman? I mean, t’other way about?” Sharlene began to shake with laughter —or nerves. Stuart couldn t be sure which, but he gripped her hand, winked largely at her and answered the justice of the peace with mock solemnity: “I do." The judge glared ferociously at the convulsed bride. “And do you - ah —ah — Sharlene Standish — r ng, I mean, take him. this here man, to be your lawfully wedded man?" “I certainly do,” Sharlene recov-ei-.J enough to say. “He's my min!” She twinkled at Stuart Mrs. Standring wav relieved to have it all going so gayly. She had bicn afraid of this moment, for she l.r.cw with what quaint sentiment S', arlene had always looked forward to her wedding. “Now,” ordered the judge, “you p .. this ring on her finger and say. ‘(Yith this ring I thee wed/” . . . Stuart; did so. . . and with all my worldly g ids I thee endow,” prompted the judge. The bridegroom looked quizzically at Sharlene. Giggling uncontrollably. she leaned against him. “Make him say the ‘obey’ line then Judge.” The justice of the peace looked completely bewildered and scratched

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his head. “Well, anyhow,” he said with finality. “I pronounce you man and wife.” “As easy as that!” chuckled Sharlene, turning to shake hands with the judge. “Yeah—it’s a lot quicker to get into than get out of.” he said severely. They went for supper to the hotel where Sam had also engaged a suite Shortly before dinner. Sharlene came out to where Stuart was standing in the moonlight. She put her arm in his and they strolled up and down, presently she leaned her head wearily against his shoulder. Then she drew in her breath sharply and stopped short. “What is it. Sharlene?” he asked apprehensively, seeing her face. "Orange blossoms!” A sob wrenched from her set lips She was shaking all over. Stuart grasped her shoulders and held her fast. "Don’t, Sharlene—don't let yourself go—”

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“I can’t help it!” she gasped. Or-i ange blossoms—Oh, oh!” “Sharlene! Sharlene!” He took her into his arms and pressed her' close to him, not knowing what else to do. After an inert instant she jerked away. “There! I smell them again! And there aren’t any orange blossoms here—” “Oh, baby—l know what it is—look here!” He pulled a crumpled, wilted cluster of orange blossoms from his breast pocket. “I picked them from a t ee in your garden while I was dodging reporters—” “Oh, Stuart!” She plucked his handkerchief from his coat pocket and wiped her eyes. “What an idiot I am! Forgive me, dear—” “Supper!” shouted Lucien. “Come and get it!” • Stuart tossed the flowers to the ground. Sharlene, who was dabbing at her nose with her powderpuff, stooped swiftly to retrieve them. “No, no, don't throw them away! I really feel married with these from my own garden.” She thrust the faded blossoms under the diamond cla«p at the V of her Mouse. Stuart appreciated her gallantry. She seized his arm and marched with him into the hot, brilliantly lighted dining room. “Here comes the bride!” she chanted. “Just note her—orange blossoms!” “Right over Lore, Sharlene!" shouted Lucien Morrow, pulling out the chair of honor with a flourish. “Mrs. Stuart Pennington to you, sir,” she reproved loftily, seating j herself. “Orange blossoms'.” marveled I Mrs. Standriug. “Where did ycu get them?” “Stuart wore ’em 8* the wedding.” said Sharlene. “Stuart!” Lucien exclaimed ui--1 credulously.

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I “Y’es. You see, this was a modi ern wedding with the places of bride and groom reversed. I did the I proposing and Stuart . . . wore the i orange blossoms!" ' They al) laughed, but there was : an ironical twist to Stuart's good- • natured grin. Everyone was exceedingly gay I throughout supper. As they lini gered over their cigarettes, Mrs. • Standring glanced at her watch and i said: “Lucien, hadn’t we bettor be ; flying back? More reporters will i be on the doorstep at dawn, and I’d ■ rather be at home than to let them , pump the servants.” . “Oh, does there have to be more publicity?” wailed Sharlene. “Won't [ they be satisfied with those pictures they snatched of us before we got away?” “Don’t worry, de.ur,” comforted -1 her mother. “I’ll handle it and I' give them such a nice little story i that it. will make the back or even . ■ the editorial page!” The smaller plane which Lucien’s

i boy, Sam. had engaged to take the j bride and groom to San Francisco, I waited at the field beside the big .passenger machine in which tbu party had flown to Yuma. Mrs. Standring drew Stuart aside before she climbed into the cabin plane. “I don’t want you to be wor ried over the money thing, Stuart she said. He flushed. “I’ve almost thirteen hundred dollars in my pocket—” “Yes, but this is Sharlene's show. Don’t be silly about it. She has, mor? money now than she knows what to do with—” “But I can't—” “You can't let your wife pay for everything? Yes, J. know how you feel. But she’s got to have e ery thing she', used to, you see—<c. e cially right now. Ar.d ycu—forgive me, dear—natum ily you haven't the money to irapply her want She ha.. Don't he an idiot! I’ll ; ?:,J a letter of credit to you at the hot i in San Francisco; draw on that fcr this trip." “You re very thoughtful, Mi.. Standring.” he murmured auhsrpily, “but I—I—” “Can’t you forget your prid., Stuart —for Sharlene's : ak*? You’re aoing everything for h, - n this crisis. And you can’t b: without money—for her. It';, as her : guardian you’ll be using the. motuy, ; • don’t you see? To make everything easier for her?” “I under* tand,” he said, his f?'n > clearing a little. “That mshs ’ feel better. After all. I’m not the conventional husband; I m*).>t remind myself of that—often." J “You mean everything to - Stuart, coming to her rescue - , you i ; have. I only pray that she wiil coma i to appreciate and love you day. I can rest with her in . < • . hands.” She pulled down his fn’r* I head and k’ssed him. “God blets j . j—my son!” (To Be Continued I