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DECATUR DAILY DEMOCRAT Published Every Evenin* Except Sunday By fHE DECATUR DEMOCRAT CO Incorporated Entered at the Decatur, Ind., Post Office as Second Class Matter 1. H. Heller -— Presidenl 4. R. Holthouse, Sec’y A Bus. Mgr Dick D. Heller — Vice-President Subscription Rates By Mail In Adams and Adjoin Ing Counties: One year, $6; Six months, $3.25; 3 months, $1.75. By Mail, beyond Adams and Adloinlng counties: One Year, $7; I months. $3.75; 3 months, $2.00. By carrier, 20 cents per week. Single copies. 4 cents. It may be an open question whether our relations with Russia involve a compact or an impact. o o The federal tax on slot machines in Indiana, amounted to $741,840.37, which makes Uncle Sam a big winner over the one-arm bandits. o o The Red Cross does not charge for blood plasma and any statement to that effect is a lie, directors of the regional blood bank in Fort Wayne announce. The Red Cross is the people, run by the people and supported by the people, its services being for the people. ■— —o o General Wedemeyer is no doubt right in advising that a mere $570,000,000 will not do much good in China. It’s doubtful however, if this country wants to start a military expedition to the Far East. With its 400 million people, divided into classes and parties, its China’s job to straighten out its affairs, for certainly no other country could do it for them. o o With 12,000 dairy cattle, Adams County ranks s'ixth highest in the state as a dgiry center, E. A. Gannon, Purdue University dairy chief, explained to those who attended the instructive Dairy Day program here. This dairy herd, earned for the owners more than $1,600,000 in 1945, the speaker said. Mr. Gannon was complimentary in his remarks on the headway made in this county toward profitable dairy practices and commented that counties which had good dairy herds suffered less in time of depression. o o A lot of junk went to the bottom of the ocean when the Navy scuttled the U. S. S. Pennsylvania, because the big ship was still radioactive from the Bikini atom tests and that the cost of decontaminating and repairing the battle wagon would be prohibitive The navy also plans to sink 17 other vessels used in the experiment, because of radioactivity. Steel companies and foundries would have bteen ready buyers for the hulks if they eould have been

infant With Whooping Cough

By Herman N. Bundesen, M. D. EVERY parent should realise that whooping cough is a serious condition in the young infant and one which may prove fatal in babies under a year old. Though not as a rule deadly in older children, it is most troublesome and distressing because of the prolonged coughing attacks, vomiting, and loss of weight and strength. Whooping cough has a deceptively mild start, causing only a slight cough, with perhaps a bit of fever and a little nasal discharge at first. As the condition progresses, the symptoms become worse, and severe storms of coughing occur. At the end of the coughing attack, the patient usually draws in the breath sharply. This produces a crowing sound known as the whoop. A vaccine is available which can be given to children to help prevent whooping cough. If these inoculations do not prevent the attack, at least they make it much milder. 'Even if an infant develops whooping cough, prompt treatment with this vaccine within a few days after the symptoms develop, will help to lessen the severity of the symptoms. At the Chicago Municipal Contagious Disease Hospital, it has been found that with proper treatment the dangers of this disease are greatly reduced. The patient should be in bed fpr at least two or three weeks. Fresh air is important. When the patient is allowed to he up and around. ■ unsbine *’iU be ot beaefit. Cold a»r. chffltng ?stoke du;/.. overbring on attacks of coughing and

towed to this country, but who wants to monkey around with a ship still filled with tne atom >. bomb disease. it 11 0 A hospital for animals reports * that among its 20,909, it treated t a cat with hangover from sipping toomany eggnogs. Well, that t could happen. Indiana Senators and Representatives have been trying to work the people into a dither about the cost of government and the Mar- ! shall Plan, estimating the costs on j a per capita basis. As politicians, who like to “view with alarm,” they should show that the Internal Revenue Department collected nearly $272,000,000 in whisky, beer and wines taxes in the state last year. People have money for a lot of things and if government funds can be expended to avert another war, or improve living conditions for the people, the price tag is not too high. n n

0 Q Finland Problem: The government of Finland presents to Russia a problem different from any encountered in the other countries of eastern Europe which the Kremlin has been bent on bringing under its control. A pro-Moscow Communist party is firmly established in Finland and has been gaining strength, so that it now holds exactly a fourth of the 200 seats in the parliament. That is enough for balance of power if the other two large groups, the Social Democrats and the Agrarians, with 49 seats each, should be divided. But balance of power in the parliament of Finland is less significant than in Czechoslovakia. ' 1 ■ ' While the parliament is made up on the proportional representation plan, the administrative branch of the Finnish govern-

meat follows the American pattern, and bears no resemblance to the parliamentary system common in mifldle Europe. The cabinet is appointed by the president, who is elected by the people through an electoral college. The Communists gain no control over the cabinet through their 25 percent representation in the parliament. The Russian approach to Finland has been different from that in Czechoslovakia. The Kremlin seeks a treaty of friendship and mutual military assistance. The mutual assistance pact would set the stage for occupation of FinTan?! through creation of a military crisis. The Finns know this. But they also know what it is like to try to fight off Russian aggression. The problem is delicate for both Moscow and Helsinki.

exertion and cei ..oinks all may vomiting, and hence should be avoided. The food given to the patient should be easily digestible and should contain all of the necessary vitamins. If the vomiting attacks are severe the patient may be given thick cereals, as they are not vomited up so easily. It does not seem possible to check the coughing attacks by the use of medicines, and it is not well to attempt to stop these attacks completely since during the coughing the secretions in the bronchi or small tubes in the lungs, are brought up. Sedatives or quieting drugs like the barbiturates may be used to promote sleep and rest when coughing interferes with them too much. In recent times, wnat is known as pertussis immune serum has been used in the treatment of , whooping cough and seems to give . good results if injected early in the , course of the disease. This serum i IS blood serum taken either from persons who have recently recovt ered from whooping cough or from animals. The animals are , given injections of the whooping ' cough vaccine and later the blood ' serum Is withdrawn from them and [ preserved for use in treating , children. As a general rule three ; or four doses of this serum are used, given at two-day intervals. The chief danger of whoopiug i cough lies in the development of pneumonia as a complication. The , sulfonamide drugs and penicillin I ar» of course, beneficial .houid • pneunjonis. occur and it may e- en 1 be useful in warding it of.

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I Modern Etiauette j I By ROBERTA LEE | 0 0 Q. When giving a party for children, isn’t it better to allow them to play their own games, rather than to arrange their entertainment? A. No; adults can always plan the games and entertainment much better than small children. Q. Does it indicate good breeding for one who is seeking a divorce to discuss it with others? A. No; the only discussions should be with the attorney and the immediate family.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE THE SHERIFF was cowed by Francine’s fury. Not so Officer Cuchinello. Cuchinello was provoked to anger. They had plenty of grounds to make a search. But plenty. “Maybe you’d like to take a look at this.” He produced a snow-soaked ball of paper from his pocket He straightened the ball out with dexterous fingers and the folds of a handkerchief. It was an oversize envelope, crumpled and stained with smears of blood. Catherine looked at it, and her breath caught. Francine looked at the envelope and then at Catherine. Catherine nodded. She couldn’t speak. She was back in the dreadful stillness of Mike’s living room in the apartment on Fifty-ninth Street, with Mike slumped across the desk and bands of wet redness spreading over the heavy cap of his silver hair, wet redness in crisscrosses and bands that had trickled sluggishly to the envelope on the desk at his elbow, the envelope in Cuchinello’s hands. The stains on it, fading now, were Mike’s life blood. The envelope had bulged then. It was empty now. Even Francine was stopped. She gazed at the envelope fascinatedly. Her skin had a greenish tinge to it. “Where was that found, officer?” “Down there." Cuchinello was gratified at the effect he had produced. He waved toward the windows. “It was lying in the mow near some bushes below the win- . dows of this room.” t He went on to explain that the crumpled ball of paper had been found by another officer on a patrol of the grounds earlier that morning. “Maybe,” Cuchinello conceded handsomely, “Miss Lister didn’t throw it there. .Anyone on ' this floor could have done it. A door from the hall leads out to the veranda and a lot of these rooms open on it. We were talking to Inspector McKee in New York and he gave us the set-up. sc we came here first.”

Francine’s pallor didn’t get any better. Her throat seemed to be dry. She had to clear it before she said, helplessly, “I don’t see, with two or three bathrooms available—and plenty of matches and ash trays, why anyone would have disposed of the envelope in that fashion,, by simply throwing it away . . .” Cuchinello shrugged. “People with the jitters do funny things sometimes. That’s how they get caught.” Attracted by the open door, the sound of voices, the others began to come into the room then. Tom came first. He listened to Francine and stared at the envelope spread out on the table, his big handsome face dark, his gaze disordered. He ran a hand through his hair, pulled at his tie. His fashionable patients and adoring nurses wouldn’t have recognized his ordinarily mellifluous voice. "Good Lord, the bonds'.” he exclaimed harshly, "Where are they? If it's true they were in that envelope, someone tn this place has them. . . . They’ve got to be found.” Nicky cam* ip on Tom’s heels. He was eauallv startled. His con-

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Q. Would it be good form for a woman to attend a luncheon without wearing a hat? A. No. o O - o I Household Scrapbook I By ROBERTA LEE O r Torn Curtains Torn lace curtains can be darned by laying a newspaper under the holes and stitching back and forth on the sewing machine until the hole is covered. Then the paper can be torn off.

cern was for Catherine. “To heck 1 with the bonds! Why are they i picking on you?” He put an arm 1 around her shoulders, eyed the i Sheriff and Officer Cuchinello with i angry disdain. Like Francine, he could be cutting. Catherine’s heart i warmed at his championship. Then 1 Hat and Stephen Darrell saun- ' tered along the hall, paused and ' came in. 1 Everyone talked at once. Inno- 1 cence was implicit in their ques- 1 tions, their shrugs, their cries and I exclamations. “I know nothing ; about the envelope or the bonds i it contained.” They all said that ; without saying it in words. There was something else. Another emotion had been added. It was new—and ugly. They were suspicious of one another. Up until then they had stood shoulder to shoulder. The envelope exploded their solidarity, made them turn and peer at each other fearfully, exploringly. You could feel the mutual suspicion like water rising in the bottom of a boat, slow, heavy, menacing. They were no longer a family, brother and sister, husband or wife, friend and friend; they were antagonists, fighting for survival. It was Mike’s murderer who had removed the bonds from his desk in the apartment on Fiftyninth Street. “Was it you? Was it you? Was it you?” The unspoken demand, the voiceless conjecture, the sidelong glances darkened the light and poisoned the air. Only by the finding of the bonds could they be individually released. Cuchinello pointed that out. He was capable and downright. The bonds had been carried up here from New York. It wasn’t likely that anyone would tote an incriminating empty envelope around. They were from New York. The bonds were missing. Every one of them would have to be searched. Their rooms and the cars they came in would have to be searched. They agreed In concert, with no perceptible hesitation. The Sheriff and Cuchinello discussed ways and means. If the men would proceed to an empty bedroom in the other wing, and the ladies—with the exception of Catherine, whose room and person had been given a clean bill of health—would go to a vacant bedroom in this wing? Mrs. Muir would be pressed into service to search the ladies, if they were ; willing ? Os course, Cuchinello ; said, they could stand on their rights. But in their own inter- : ests . . . i “Yes.” Tom slapped a balled fist : sharply into an open palm. “I demand a search.” s On the far side of the room, i holding a match to Francine’s cigi aret, to Hat’s, Stephen Darrell said : quietly, “We all want one, old man 1 —and the sooner we begin . . ." » He had looked at Catherine, » once, when he first came in. She J had glanced away, but there wasn’t s a moment when she wasn’t cone scious of him, moving about on the - fringe of various groups, aloof, almost disinterested, his head bent - his hands in his pockets, pausing ? to toe the carpet, to listen to the • two officials. s Angela was the only one whc e hadn’t put in an appearance. Ton and Francine and Hat were aps. prehensive about th* affect tiffi i- new development would have or

Fresh Sandwiches Sandwiches can be kept fresh by wrapping them in ■ waxed paper. But, before you fold the paper over, run a warm iron along the double edges. The wax will melt end the edges will fuse. Handy Shoe Rack An old curtain rod makes a handy shoe rack. Simply tack it on the inside of the closet door and hang the ehoes on it by their heels. o — March 6 — Petitions are filed for macadam roads in St. Mary’s, Jefferson, Preble and Monroe townships. Eleven men now seeking the Republican nomination for governor of Indiana and seven Democrats are contesting. Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Heller return from Galion. Ohio, where they helped to celebrate Miss Martha Macy’s fifth birthday. More than 1,500 enthusiastic boosters attend a Dailey for governor meeting at Bluffton. Traction company agrees to remove the rails from North Second street. Bernadine Shraluka and Margaret Hebble are ill with scarlet fever. o FIVE ARABS (Continued from r-age I) ed to come until the British lay down their League of Nations mandate on May 15. By that time. British sources think, the Palestine Arabs will be no more than an auxiliary of the main Arab army. Palestine high commissioner Sir Alan Cunningham has urged both Arabs and Jews to respect the international status of six members of the United Nations secretariat who arrived in Jerusalem laet Wednesday. o Washington and eLe University, at Lexington, Va., was founded in 1732.

her. Accompanied by the Sheriff, no one was going to be permitted to be alone for a minute until the search had been made. They went to teli Angela what had happened. Nicky was on the floor beside Catherine, his shoulder against her knee. Stephen and Cuchinello were waiting for him. He got up reluctantly. He didn’t want to go. ‘I hate to leave you, Catherine. You look all in.” He stooped and put his lips to her forehead. “I won’t be long. Wait for me here.” She said she’d wait downstairs, and he said, “All right, then we’ll go some place where we can talk,” and followed the other two men out of the room. To talk was the last thing in the world Catherine wanted. What would be the use of it? She sat on in the little rocker, tight hands clasping a crossed knee. Obviously Mrs. Muir and her few boarders had nothing to do with the appearance of the blood-stained envelope the State trooper had carried tenderly off with him. No, there was no getting away from it. The man or woman hiding behind the bluebrocade curtains in Mike’s studio when she went in and found him dead had brought the envelope and | the bonds up here. They were hidden somewhere in the boarding house. They would be found Would it be on one of them ? She b.ought her palms together softly, let them fall and jumped to her feet. Not one of them—it was impossible. There had to be some other explanation. Repeating that firmly gave her a sort of fugitive strength. She went into the bathroom and threw cold water on her hot face. Francine and Tom’s room was on the other side. Someone was in the room. A policeman? It was. She heard Francine say drily, “’Would ’ you mind being careful with that perfume bottle? You won’t find ■ anything in it, and it’s the last of . my Number 7.” A door closed, i Catherine wandered back into : her bedroom and busied herself, I brushing her skirt, straightening I it, pulling out loose threads. Her • stockings were hopeless. She redid • her lips, ran a comb through her i hair, laid the comb down and i looked into the greenish depths of - the mirror. Her face looked back . at her, a little white and with faint » bluish stains under the eyes—but » that was aIL It was just like anyi one else’s. Uninformative. There r was no use scrutinizing people’s - faces: they wouldn’t tell you anything. t Where among them, those six - others, lay the will, the capacity, for murder? She tried to survey i, them objectively. Tom, Doctor - Thomas La Mott, rising young d surgeon, successful but not as sucn cessful as he wanted to be, whom she had known since he was a boy, >, always beautifully brushed and e combed, with his face washed and t his clothes and his emotions equali- ly In order—except for one thing, e When pushed far enough he ex- -- ploded. It was a sort of spontant, eous combustion. His fits of rage g were rare. When they came, they e were frightening. At one moment he would be his handsome, someo what stolid Mttle Lord Fauntleroy n self, at the next, his face would >- be convulsed, crimson, and he is would be shouting. q _ (To Coattßoad). -

11 /' A''"- flfl 3 U <4 -- Hfgive Red Cross Funds Previously reported $396:19 Lester Buuck. Sec. 2 Root .. 16.50 Lawrence Beckmeyer, Sec. 26 Root 600 Herman Franz, Sec. 11 Root 11.00 Mrs. James Meriwather Sec. 12 Preble 19.00 Otis Shifferly, Sec. 3 & 4 St. Marys 18.00 Albert Beineke, Sec. 10 Kirkland 21.00 Ralph John Steffer. Sec. 28 Kirkland 16.00 John Roth, Sec. 22 Kirkland 9.00 B. A. Seesenguth, Sec. 2 French 9.00 Preston Pyle, Sec. 15 Hartsford 9-00 Sol Moser, Jr. Sec. 26 Wabash 10.00 Mrs. John Johnson, Sec. 6 Monroe 10.00 Richard Bleeke, Sec. 17 Union 10.00 Loyal Order of Moose, Decatur 500.00 Woman’s Society of Christain Service 10.00 Lincoln School Tqgchers .... 28.00 Total $1,098.69 0 Former Berne Lady Dies At Akron, O. Berne, March 6 — Word has been received here of the death in Akron. Ohio of Miss Betty Wilson, 92, a resident of Berne for many years. Death was caused by a stroke. Burial will be at Akron where she resided with relatives. o HOLY WEEK (Continued from Page 11 will be conducted by the pastor of

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

COULD Tom have killed Mike : iP. Cme of his fits of rage? He could, but there was no evidence of it, Catherine concluded. He was nervous and upset and his amiability had curdled. But wasn’t that natural enough? Like Angela, Tom was deeply conventional, in the best sense of the word. He wanted things to go smoothly, decorously, in an ordered course. He was probably hating this involvement In a murder case with all his soul. The requirements of Caesar’s wife were as nothing compared to those of a rising young gynecologist. Then there was Francine. Could Francine kill? Or Hat? How could you answer a question like that? Francine was cool, level-headed and matter-of-fact. The dynamo that drove her was self-interest. If her interests, or Tom’s, were deeply enough involved—who could say? As for Hat, she wasn’t encumbered with scruples —and she was undisciplined. She had had toe much too often, too soon, had never since infancy wanted for anything that money could buy—and it could buy a great deal. All three of them had disliked the idea of Angela’s man .age to Mike. , . . Catherine shook her head. It wasn’t good enough Mike was a rich man. Angela’s marrying him wouldn’t have deprived them of anything important enough to kill for. The bonds were at the root of it Mi kg had discovered who had the bonds. . . . Even that wasn’t conclusive. Say Mike had discovered that Tom, or Francine or Hat had appropriated the missing twenty thousand dollars worth of negotiable securities. He would simply have gotten them back and returned them to the estate without making a fuss. . . . The other three, Angela, Nicky and Stephen Darrell, were unthinkable. And yet, someone had the bonds . . . Shut up in the prison of her mind, faced with those six blank walls, Catherine tried to batter a way to freedom. There was a lot about Mike they didn’t know. He was away from New York most of the time. During the last year and a half he had aged. For one thing, his hair had turned completely white, and some of his buoyancy, his aliveness, had gone. That could be worry, strain, he might have gotten mixed up in something dreadful . . . Last but not least there was the little man in the shabby brown chesterfield who had been hanging around outside the Wardwell house on two occasions, immediately preceding Mike’s death . .. She took pressing palms from her temples, lit a cigaret, her eyes going over the big hideous gloomy room that someone had entered while she was out for a walk. Her gaze traveled over the chiffonier that should have been in the Smithsonian Institute, over the bureau with her scarves lying on top of it, the green scarf and the yellow and black striped one. The Sheriff must be a family man. He had left them neatly folded. Someone’s elbow tad knocked the green scarf haff off. It trailed «<w; j cross tie front eg the bureau. Jt

(Rev. Edgar P. Schmidt. Zion Lutheran Church) Luke 15, 6b: “Rejoice with me; for I have found i I which was lost.” Please read Luke 15, 1-7, The fifteenth chapter of St. Luke’s Gospel is one 1 beautiful and comforting sections in the Bible, it ha. ° ""fl the golden center of the Bible. It reveals in a wonder*?fl love of Jesus for sinners. nul ’in| The parable of the lost sheep pictures God’s endless to the basest sinner. A shepherd is concerned about th S i fl her of his flock. He loves each sheep and gives it inriiv-j fl tion. He will leave the 99 in a safe place and spare n fl effort to find the lost sheep and, when he finds it h° back to his flock with a happy heart. ’ ne ra ?»B So does our God and Savior have concern over th men lost in sin. We, like sheep, have gone astrav fr« will, and His ways, (Isiah 53,6), and by our own find our way back to God. God must seek the einnm- n f only loved the sinner but earned salvation for him and > bring him into His kingdom by the ministry of His Wnd I is the Good Shepherd that lays down His life for the h 1 atoned for the sinner’s transgression with the crimen trickled down the tree of the cross, and “sinners nlun Ju I that flood loose all their guilty strain.” Every one Js (fl Jesus in faith is a sheep that is found. ao And when the Shepherd finds His sheep He does , I or attempt to drive it. Cheerfully He adds its weight w* and tramps back all that weary way which the lost ? wantonly wandered. He is not content until He has hr 7 stray one safely home and made known the hannv ..'n search. 13 ' n(l « So is there joy among the angels in heaven over m,. that repenteth. The Savior’s home is in heaven To 2 ’ He must sustain us and carry us all the way y P<! is the way. “I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life no 2.' eth unto the Father but by Me," says Jesus. “I love inv«h. “ I give unto them eternal life.’’is His promise. The selfS 1 who think they need no repentance, no Savior, must r» m ,h7 wilderness of this world, and will be lost eternally But r ? the Father through Jesus we are assured of a kindlv in™ " come. “Angels will echo around the throne: Rejoice forTi' brings back His own.” ’ lor ‘“ell The sinner found becomes a saint; past trans CTM rf.. blotted out for Jesus’ sake. As long as faith am“Si dures, God daily forgives him his trespasses. Let uTreW? every blood-bought soul that is found through the ing of the Gospel. And let us ourselves appreciate the loJfa structions warnings, gifts, and blessings with which h, Cto of Jesus Christ has surrounded us. * lll

Zion church, the Rev. Edgar P. Schmidt. Miss Florence Schultz will accompany all services at the organ console. o — SENATORS (Continued from Page f) 30, 1950. But a senate banking subcommittee is expected to recommend that the program be turned over to private industry. o SOUTHERN (Continued from Page 1) firm on his civil rights platform, that he act promptly to support partition of Palestine, and that he

. , . Catherine’s eyes widened and she almost dropped her lighted cigaret. The green scarf hung In straight folds except for one corner. That corner was caught firmly in the opening of the second drawer. The second drawer was hand height from the floor ... To catch the scarf like that the drawer must have been opened and closed after Sheriff Terry had finished with the bureau—after the others had come into the room—after the room had been searched and found free of incriminating material—w he n it wouldn’t be searched again . . . Catherine walked across the floor with small stiff steps. She opened the drawer, and stood motionless, staring down. The bonds were there, lying on folded newspaper lining the bottom of the drawer. She had never seen them before, but Inspector McKee's description had been graphic. She recognized them at first glance, two long stiff oblongs of folded paper. She picked them up, unfolded one. It bore an imposing legend in a copperplate script above rows of red and green stamps that were coupons. None of the coupons had been clipped. Catherine’s breathing was flat, shallow. Someone who had been in the room after the Sheriff’s search had opened the drawer under cover of the talk and confusion and moving about, and had dropped the bonds into this hiding place when he or she heard they were all to be searched and that their rooms were to be searched. She tried to think. Who had been near the bureau? That was no help. All of them could have been near it at one time or another. But . . . She stopped pushing hair back from a damp forehead and stood sharply erect. There was one way she could find out Whoever had left the bonds here would come back for them. They were valuable and an effort would be made to retrieve them. All she had to oo was wait. Anyone Intending to come and get them would tap first to make sure the room was empty. If she didn’t answer, the assumption would be that she wasn’t here . . . She made a survey of possible places in which to conceal herself. The bureau was to the left of the wall, the immense wardrobe to the right There was a narrow space between the wardrobe and the north wall. That would do. She stepped into the niche, leaned against plaster, and waited. Minutes passed. Her forehead and the backs of her clenched hands were covered with a fine dew. The house was well built. There was very little sound, the far-off tinkle of pans, the bark of a dog, the faintest thread of a voice clucking to cnickens. She went on waiting and the room waited with her, secret and still. What she could see of the furniture, the bed, the square table, the rocking chair, took on strange shapes, as though they had a watchful life of their own. Catherine shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and became rigid, off balance. There it was, according to Hoyle, the thing she tad baas listening for, th* tep an th* doee- There wasn’t

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attack Henry Wallace as»W gogue" preaching appeaseurij The next big move in the) J party dispute is expected I Saturday when the southenii I nors assemble here for all from a committee which cot| | recently with McGrath. At I meeting, the Demoaratic i I man rejected demands that I party repudiate the Presii I civil rights program. MASONIC AU members are asked toil at the lodge hall at 1:15) I Sunday to attend the tan I Brother Frank Parrish. Walter Lister, k

even a preliminary footfall. ? i more taps, soft ones, gentle. J pause. Soon now, very soon, 9 ■ would know. The door was opening. AM® ■ pause. The door closed, softly. Bri yond the wardrobe, hidden by: J someone was moving across t I floor. Catherine stood up straiji I She moved soundlessly out of i | hiding place—and barely repress I an involuntary cry. It was 8 | phen Darrell who had come # | the room. His back was tow 3 her. He was at the bureau, stts g ing over the open second dm | Catherine got her voice w si control with a stupendous « g She said, “Did you want sob | thing?” and Stephen Darrell? fl round. His face was the face | stranger, stripped of flesh, the st ■ taut, his mouth flattened out | shape, his eyes a narrow gs | under a bent forehead. He W 11 at her and the suggestion of»| minent action, of speed, wen a of his braced stance. His exp « sion changed to one of open i® 9 “Oh, it’s you. Thank God >’ g . gave me a scare.” Ig Catherine stared at him. ■ , I?” she said stonily, I* l S those bonds, please.” Stephen was holding them in ; hand. He frowned at her. ; shook his head. “I dont ■ ... You’re scarcely the persw . have them. When the police «• I find them, they’ll probably, : back to you. You took a ■ morning. They’ll figure that/ • hid them somewhere outsw* . This was intolerable. He w I frightened or discomposed, w i perfectly cool and at ease, y • think he could twist her area his finger? “Where did you! ■ those bonds?” Her peremptory’ mand had no effect cn him. “Just a minute. He I the door, opened it, i the corridor, listened, nod « he were satisfied and closeo ; door. He locked it, and t . back into the room. He move to the bed, propped his : against one of the .^ ed ?„\ fjj i scrutinized Cathenn : thoughtfully. j tocS . “I see ... You thinK » . those bonds Aom Mike Nyes : the night he was killed, don/ 1 , , You're wrong, Catherine. • i take them. Mike Nye ■ when I went in, and t > weren’t there. I ne '’ er t / s ■ nor hair of them till t ! ing. M orfest* 1 His very quietness was ing. Catherine was shaken. 1 do you mean?” „ he p I “Exactly what I say,, • swered calmly. “We ha jui . time. I was searched flrsu > the others won’t be long- ! hurry it Look-this is what* i pened. I knew you had i this morning. I sa ' vy ° ink 1 i Clawson’s hill when I y : I got up and dressed as f „ , could and started after yo a ' Catherine sat down i the rocker. Why sl \ ould ! Darrell have started an What had he to say to h*‘ waJ t t to him? Anything there I say between them had s long ago, without J*®* s wasn’t what matted ° , the bonds that t (To Be ContlPti* 1 '