Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 52, Number 245, Decatur, Adams County, 18 October 1954 — Page 4

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Dedicate New School:A milestone in community effort will be reached Tuesday evening with the formal dedication of the new Adams Central school, a consolidation of the rural school systems in Kirkland, Monroe and Washington townships. Located along state road 124, one-half mile west of Monroe on a level 20-acre tract of ground, the school plant is outstandingly unique with its modern four building units. The school plant is complete With two grade buildings, a separate high school and a gymnasium that has a seating capacity for 2,500 people, incorporated 'within this 1 building are a cafeteria, industrial arts, home economies and music departments. Its facilities for teaching and training of pupils include everything from the first grade to a full four-year high school course. Representing an investment of approximately $200,000 in buildings and equipment, the plant was built by taxpayers in the three townships. The financing plan was singular in that all forms of statutory financing plans were used in providing funds for the school's construction. These include a three-township cumulative building fund levy, a bond issue and a holding-corporation that provided the additional capital on a 20year lease payment plan. Adams Central is the largest school plant, outside of Berne and Decatur, in the county. Current enrollment is nearly 800, with 169 in the high school. By Virtue of bis office. Gail M. Grabill,'county superintendent of schools, is likewise superintendent of the consolidated school. Hugh Tate is administrative superintendent and grade school principal. John Reed is principal of thb high school. — - To these school authorities and the Adams»Central staff, the members of the school board and the trustees of the holding corporation, this newspaper extends congratulations on their achievement in the field of education and dedication of this splendid school plant in our community. 0— p The store windows are painted for Halloween and now the only person who should use soap is the fellow whose job it is to remove the paint. 0 fl— The 1955 auto tags will be reflectorised. This innovation should be a good safety measure on our highways? Lights from an

Hormone Lack Can Cause Nosebleeds In Women

Ry HERMAN M. BUNKSEN, M.D.

PEOPLE who watch boxing matches on television are well aware that the most common cause for nosebleed Is a blow on the nose. But, of course, there are other causes. When the nosebleed results from an Injury, such as picking the nose, It usually can be stopped by holding the two sides of the nose together, thus putting pressure on the bleeding vessels. If this does not work, the nose may have to be packed by a physician. Or, If the bleeding comes rapidly from a blood vessel, this may sometimes have to be cauterized to dear the trouble permanently. Different Treatment There is ons kind of nosebleed In women, however, which requires a different treatment. One of the secretions in the body, known as estrogen, is formed by the ovaries in women. Lack of estrogen, It is believed, results In the formation of a substance which causes the blood vessels to dilate, damaging them so that bleeding occurs. Nosebleed comes from this cause, the bleeding is excessive, the pulse rats becomes rapid and the pa-

oncoming car will reflect on the plates, giving the driver a signal on the distance between cars in the line of traffic. The now tags •will not go on sale until after the first ot January. ■ fl- ■o— *.. Winfred Gerke, well known Root township farmer, will introduce Claude R, Wlckard, former Secretary of Agriculture at the trl-county Democratic rally in Geneva Tuesday night. Although Mr. Wickard’s speech to the farmers will be broadcast by a Portland radio station, those who want to get the real fervor of the meeting should see him in person at the Geneva school. There is ample room for a big crowd and observations of the former Secretary of Agriculture will be informative to those who gre interested in a better deal for the farmer. 0 fl It is laughable and almost childish the way the Republicans are blaming party failures on the Democrats. Even President Eisenhower resorted to the old gag and blamed the Democrats for the current slump in farm income. The Prelident should remember that his Secretary of Agriculture Ezra Taft Benson put the skids under farm prices. And the biggest joke of the campaign was the assertion of Republican leaders that the Democrats were to blame for Secretary of Defense Wilson's preference for bird-dogs over kennelraised dogs. It is difficult to defend the administration's record, but the old cry about blaming the party that has been out of power nearly two years is not fooling the voters. 0 6 The thirtieth anniversary of the dedication of the First Christian Church in this city, was appropriately observed Sunday in religious ceremonies, participated in by the congregation and the Rev. Traverse Chandler, pastor. Guest speakers at the. morning and evening woiship services were Dr. Ephraim Lowe and the Rev. Clifford R. Lanman, noted churchmen and spiritual leaders. The rededicatory services also provided the opportunity for many former residents and members of the congregation to enjoy a home-coming at the local Church. Organized there in March, 1881, the Christian Church has been a guiding influence in the spiritual life and Christian goal in this community. The present edifice at the corner of Second and Jefferson streets was dedicated October 26. 1924. 'TT7. T.-

tient is agitated and fearful. It is not recommended, of course, that estrogen be used for all nosebleeds. But when there is serious nasal bleeding, the use of this substance is given consideration, since it will cause no trouble and, if some other cause for the bleeding is discovered, the use of the estrogen will do no harm. In the cases due to this cause, the giving of estrogen usually stops the bleeding within 20 to 30 minutes, the pulse rate slows down and the swollen blood vessels in the nose return to normal size. Os course, if the bleeding is slight, the simple measures exSlained above will, as a rule, sufce as treatment. If bleeding continues for ten or fifteen minutes or longer, a physician should be consulted at -t once. QUESTION AND ANSWER M. P.; What is considered low blood pressure for a man S 3 years Os age? My blood pressure Is 120. Answer: Blood pressure of 120 is normal in a person of your age. There is no need for you to be worried about thia matter.

20 Years Ago Today I o , —- October IS—George W Tester. 67, retired shoe mrechant in Decatur. died Tuesday evening. The total registration in Adams county is ’1.146. acording to David Depp, county clerk 'Dizzy Dean, who pitched the Cards to victory in 30 gaaness during the season, is voted the most valuable player in the National league. Mrs. D. T. Stephenson died Teusday night at Newton, N. J. The Rev. Paul Cehultz, pastor of the Zion Lutheran church in Decatur. is attending a meeting of district chaii’men at Valparaiso. Yellow Jackets defeated Fort t\’uyne North Side. 13 to 12. Court News Marriage Licenses John F. Lingler, 63, Streebury. 0.. and Ada Swank, 65, Stratsbury, O. Vuell V. McCombs. 62. Ottawa. 0.. and Vada L. Davis, 54), Riehwoqd, O. Ixruie Galen Stetler. 26. Wilisrifre. 0., and Beverly Sue White. 25, Deoatur. Herbert Musch, 26, Akron. 0., and Donna Stretch, 20. Akron, O. Damages Awarded The court has ruled that Charlee F. Stetler may recover 8245.57 from Leroy Beer in a complaint for damages suit. The defendant, Beer, defaulted and the ruling was made in his- absence. Coats of the action rave been assessed against the plaintiff. Cross-complaint 'Albert Lammert, defendant in a divorce action filed by Mary 'Lammert, has filed an answer and cross-complaint charging cruel and inhuman treatment. Agreement Made In the complaint on promissory note filed by the First Bank of Berne against Junior and Thora Ray, the plaintiff has gareed that the defendants withdraw general appearance to enter special appearance for the purpose of filing a plea in abatement. Petition Sustained lA petition to pay expense® in the Ida A. Merriman estate has •been filed by the executrix. Mary M. Wtnteregg. and sustained by the court.

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN DAISY BROWN’S place was indeed two houses past the church, where I’d left my car. A lighted sign on the front lawn said: “Brown's Tourist Home—Rooms by Day or Week. It was a fairly large house, well kept, with a cement walk, leading to a wide front porch. A lamp with a rose-tinted shade glowed behind a window. I went up to the door and turned the handle of an old-fashioned bell It made a startling jangling sound. Almost Immediately a woman opened the door and said in a low, pleasant voice, "Good evening." "Good evening. Pm looking for Dr. Mazzini." “I believe he’s gone out, but I’ll eee." She opened the door wider. “Will you come in?" She was a medium-sized woman, a little plump, but not unpleasingly so, and probably past forty, although she didn’t look it. Her gray-tinged hair held a crisp permanent, her skin was remarkably white and I soft-looking, her mouth full and carefully lipstlcked. She wore a partially fastened quilted house coat and a pink slip, and held a honey-colored cocker spaniel puppy in her arms. The puppy squirmed and bit at her fingers with tiny white teeth. I stepped inside, took off my hat and she closed the door. It was a conventional room, with conventional furniture: dark blue rug, maroon divan and matching chairs. Tacey doilies on end tables beneath flowered china lamps, a small television in a corner, a glass-doored book case against one wall which actually held books. On a glasstopped coffee table before ths divan was a china ash tray in the shape of a sea shell, a metal box containing cigarettes, an empty Coca-Cola bottle, a half-eaten sandwich on a saucer, a miniature ivory radio. "Please sit down," the woman said, placing the puppy on the blue rug. "The dog is a present for my grandson. Tomorrow’s his birthday—he’ll be five." She laughed, a rich pleasant sound. "No dog is nice until it's housebroken. This little rascal isn’t” I sat down on the edge of one of the chairs and held out a hand to the puppy. It stood on wobbly legs, its head cocked, regarding me with bright questioning eyes. "Come, boy,” 1 said. "It’s a female,” the woman said. “Her name is Taffy." "Come, Taffy,” I said, snapping my fingers. "Excuse me," the woman said. "I'll see if the doctor is in." She left the room, her robe rustling. The puppy pounded at my fingers, her little teeth gnawing viciously. "Nice Taffy,” 1 said. "Good dog.” The small radio beside me was hummming. The dipl was lighted aad 1 heard faintly the opening

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0o •i Modern Etiquette I BY ROBERTA LEE 1 0 ■■■ i —fl Q. How does one properly remove the bones troin a fieh at tine dinner table? A. Lift the end or the bone with a fork, and then pinching it between the fork and the knife, lift it all tjie way out. In some stubborn cases you may have to use the fingers, and tMs is quite all right if you do hot allow the fingers to touch the fish. Q. If a man is forced by circumstance® to send a woman whom he has been escorting home in a taxi, is he supposed to pay the taxi fare? . Most certainly he is! He should inquire of the driver the approximate amount the fare will be. then pay him, adding enough for a tip. L Q. Is it penniseMde to lean . across one person to shake hands , with another? , , A. Only if you beg Ihe pardon of I the person across whom you are reaching.

announcement of a news broadcast Evidently, Daisy Brown had been listening and had turned it down when I rang the belt I leaned over and turned up the volume. A man’s practiced homespun voice was saying . . . Mr. Bishop was killed instantly, according to county coroner, Dr. Gerald Sweet, who said that the bullet, apparently fired by a hunter in the area, had entered his heart. , The newscast went on to detail how Ralph Hollis had been accidentally wounded while hunting that day, by a shotgun charge fired by Miss Judy Kirkland of River Road. I turned the radio down and looked up to see the woman standing in the doorway. ’That was too bad about old Mr. Bishop,” she said. “1 kne\6 him quite well. I know Ralph Hollis, too, and his family. They; are fine people.” She shook her head. “It’s about time the farmers here just closed their land to anyone hunting but local people. It's getting worse every year." “Yes," I said, and stood up. “I understand that the Kirkland girl lives here.” She pulled her finely plucked brows together in a faint frown. "You can’t call Judy Kirkland local, though. She’s away much of the time, and when she is here, she just causes trouble. She was always wild, and if I were her aunts—” She stopped and smiled. “But I’m sure you're not interested in local gossip. I’m sorry, but the doctor is not in. If you would care to leave a message . . .” “No, thanks. It was a business matter. I can sec him later. Thank you for your trouble." "It was no trouble," she said. "Living alone, the evenings get, well, boring. Os course, on Sundays, I visit my daughter. Her husband teaches history and coaches basketball at the high school They'll drive in and get me in the morning. The dog is for —but I guess I told you thaL” “Yes," I said. The puppy was tugging at my pants cuff and I tried gently to kick her away. “Taffy!” the woman scolded. As she stooped down to pick up the dog 1 got a whiff of freshly applied perfume. She straightened up with the dog, which tried to lick her flushed face. “Behave,” she said, “you naughty girl." I backed toward the door. "Thanks, again, Mrs. Brown." She smiled archly in surprise. "You know my name?" “A man told me downtown—when I asked him where Dr. Mazzini lived." She sighed. "Everyone knows everyone else here. It is really quite boring. I—l'm sorry the doctor isn't in. If you’ll give me your name, I'll tell him you were here.” “My name's Bennett,” I told her. "But don't bother. It isn't important.”’ I "1 know you’re not local," ehJ|

I) (I (Household Scrapbook I BY ROBERTA LEE •- 0 Removing Wall Paper Wall paper can be removed by using one beeping tablospoonful of salt-peter to a gallon of hot waler, and applying it to the paper freely with a brush. A whitewash brush is best fqj - this purpose, as it covers a broader surface than other brushes. The water should be’ kept hot and aifter a few applications the paper can easily be pulled from the wall. Watery Eyes Jf trembled by the eyes watering in windy weather, reliaf may be had by bathing them in a solation of 10 grains of boracic acid to 1 ounce of hot distilled water. Soup When it is desired to keep soup I for a second dinner, it should be I brought to a boiling point and I then set somewhere to cool. I Trade in a Goon town — uecatm

skid. Tm ndt, etthiat, really. I ra born in Toledo, and moved here after I was married. Maybe if you would come back later, tbe doctor might be here. I never go to bed early on Saturday nights, since the next day la Sunday, and I’m all alone here, except for the few tourists Ahat stop, and the doctor, but 1 hardly ever see him. After Claude died, 1 started renting out rooms, and the doctor has two rooms at the back of the house upstairs. 1 kept the downstairs for myself, and it's really more room than I need, being alone and all, but it’s home to me.*’ “1 suppose it is. Good-night, Mrs. Brown.” "If you’re coming back, I’ll tell the doctor when he comes. I’ll be up anyhow. On Saturday nights 1 just stay up until aU hours . . . Will you be back, Mr. Bennett?” "Perhaps,” I said, thinking it might be the truth, if I couldn’t locate Dr. Mazzini in the meantune I went out quickly and closed the door. A drive ran along the side of the house. I moved on the grass to a garage in the rear. Daisy Brown did not have a car, 1 thought, since she had told me that her daughter and son-in-law were picking “her up in the morning. It was a one-car garage, and it was empty. Out on the street I didn't see Dr. Mazzini’s blue Ford parked anywhere along the curb. . 1 left the Mercury parked in front of the Methodist church and walked back to the business section of Ridge Center. Most of the stores had closed, and the Saturday night crowd had thinned out considerably. There were how plenty of parking places around the square and the moon was high over the courthouse dome. A red neon sign over the sidewalk told me that I was approaching Dan's Place. I went in and was immediately immersed in the smell of beer, frying hamburger and tobacco smoke. Muted music came from a Juke box in a far corner. There was a long bar, booths and tables. A television, competing with the juke box, was apparently emitting a fuzzy mystery drama featuring a handsome private eye in a slouch hat and a neatly belted trench coat. There wejje people in the place, but it wasn't crowded, with only a lone man at the bar. I sat on a stool and ordered a bourbon and soda. When the bartender brought it, I asked him, "Can you tell me where Earl Scltxman lives?” “He lives at the north corner of Crawford and Tymocktee, south of the high school—when be ain’t staying at one of his farms." He leaned on the bar and grinned at ma “But if you want to sec Earl, he's in the back room playing poker.” “That’s service,” I said, ‘Thanks." (To Be

Congressman Admits Heroism Story Hoax Young Solon Blames His Own Glib Tongue SALT LAKE CITY (INS) — Utah’s GOP leaders meet today to take up the matter of what to do about the incredible behavior of their story-telling young congressman, Douglas It. Stringfellow. The party chieftains, including senior Senator Arthur V. Watkins, find themselves convening amid an atmosphere of public amazement. Stringfellow, a 32-year-old freshman congressman up for re-elec-tion in Utah's first district, appeared Saturday night on an impromptu TV broadcast in Salt Lake City and tearfully confessed he never was a celebrated war hero, or a super-secret behlnd-the-lines agent. In Washington the GOP national committee and the Eisenhower administration adopted a strictly hands-off policy in deciding whether Stringfellow should step down as A candidate for reelection. Washington’s Republican leadership took the position that the question is one for the Utah GOP leaders to decide. , Democrats regarded the issue as a “Republican matter” and Stephen A. Mitchell, chairman of the Democratic national -committee, said in Chicago: - “I don’t care to comment at the present time.” Stringfellow, acclaimed .by the American Legion and the U. S. Junior Chamber of Commerce as an outstanding American, and the sut£]ect of countless glorifying published articles and television appearances, blamed the sham on "my own glib tongue.” William R. Barr Estate SIOO,OOO William R. Barr, prominent Bluftftvn business and civic leader, whose death occurred two weeks ago. left an estate of more than H<M>,ooo. The will, probated in Welle circuit court, listed >2OO in real es’ate and >IOO,OOO in personal property, with annual profits or rents amounting to >7,500. The widow, Mamie Nash Barr, is to receive all furniture, household goods and personal effects including an automblrtle. The will provides that the widow is to receive all the net income from the trust and that she has the pgwer to stipulate by a will toe Misikx sltion of the trust at her death. Among the beneficiaries listed in the trust after tlie widow's” dentil is Franklin collegej of which Mr. Barr was a former trustee.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN 1 I SLID off the stool and walked to an alcove in the rear. Beyond a door labeled Gents was another door. 1 opened this second door and peered insida i The room was small and filled with smoke. Eight men sat at a big, round, green-covered table with a green-shaded lamp hanging over it. They were playing with chips, but there was also a mound of bills in the center of the table. Earl Seltzman sat facing the door, still dressed in his hunting clothes. The thick red coat hung over the back of his chair. His lips were puffy from the slapping I’d given him and his thin, sullen face looked chalky in the white light. When he saw me, he rose half out of his chair and the light glinted on his rimless Klasses. “Finish the hand,” 1 told him. "I’ll be at the bar.” He stared dumbly. JThe other seven men m the stud game looked at me with irritated expressions. “Sorry to interrupt," I said, and went back to the bar. I had another bourbon and soda and waited exactly five minutes by the clock back of the bar, keeping an eye on the alcove. Then 1 went back to the card room. Earl Seltzman'i chair was empty, and his coat was gone. The seven men kept on playing, elaborately ignoring me. "Where'd he go?" 1 asked the room at large. A man facing me chewed a cigar and spoke without taking his gaze from his cards. “To the wash room." Another man said, “I’ll raise it five." The chips rattled. I backed out, slammed the door. 1 was certain that 1 hadn’t seen Earl leave the card room, but I entered the wash room. Inside, two men were arguing in loud voices. Neither was Earl Seltzman. Once more 1 entered the card room, and again the players ignored me. Across the room I spotted a door I hadn't noticed before. I said, “Thanks, boya You meant the lady's room, no doubt.” 1 crossed to the door, opened it, and stepped out into a dark alley. I stood still for a moment, a little surprised. 1 had assumed that the door led to another room, or to a part of the bar. A cold wind blew up the alley, and I turned up my coat collar. This was the way Seltzman had left the card room, but which way had he gone? At one end of the alley was the lighted street, casting a faint glow back to where 1 stood. The other end was dark and apparently led to back lots, or Uie open country- . side. Once more 1 felt the chill loneliness and my hand closed over i the gun in my pocket I turned my ■ back on the street end of the alley 1 and began to walk slowly. Behind

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Accidents Caused By Wet Pavement - Caution Motorists To Drive Slowly Wet pavement caused a series of accidents in Decatur over the weekend, and police cautioned motorists to move slowly over the streets, especially at school hours, because skidding might endanger the lives of many children. Robert W. Gunn, of Loe Angeles was fined >5 and costs for failure to yield the right of way when the car he was driving east on highway 224 was involved In an accident Saturday afternoon at 1:30 o’clock with a car driven byMrs. Leona L Lengerich, of route 2. Mrs. Lengerich and her 14-month-old daughter, Catherine, were both shaken badly, and treated for cuts and bruises. Mrs. Lengerich was traveling south on U. S. 27 about 20 tulles an hour, according to witnesses, when the accident occurred. Both cars skidded on the wet pavement, the Gunn vehicle skidding across the highway. Damage was estimated at >2OO for the Lengerich vehicle, and >l5O for the Gunn automobile. At 4:30 o'clock. Saturday afterjnoon, wet pavement caused an accident on Monroe street at Second when cars yirlvdff by Amanda Dierkes, of 1301 Nutmaif avenue and Elroy Winteregg, of 712 Wash-

me I heard the faint sounds of cars passing on the main street, and the occasional toot of a horn. The sounds seemed curiously far away. Ahead of me, on the opposite side of the alley, 1 saw a bulky object which looked like a huge trash cap. In the instant that I saw it I heard a tiny sound, a sound like metal moving on'bricks. Somebody, or something, was crouching behind the can aad had moved it slightly. I stopped, placed my back against the wall, lifted the gun from my pocket and Waited. The can didn’t move again, and there was no sound, except the faraway noises in the street. I had been sniffing along an almost trackless trail, and here I stood at last in a cold and black alley with the wind raw on my face and my unknown quarry crouching twenty feet away. Or maybe it was only a cat, or a dog. And then I saw a movement, a shadow, and I knew that it wasn’t any animal, that a humaq was huddled behind the can. I stood very still and waited, and the minutes ticked by. Then 1 took a deep breath and said loudly, “AU right, Earl, I see you. Come on out. A bullet hit the bricks directly In' front 61 ny face. Dust stung my eyes, and for a mdment I couldn't sec. but I fired blindly. 1 heard footsteps running rapidly up the alley and I stood up tai time to see a shadowy dark figure disappear into blackness. 1 wiped the dust from my eyes and walked slowly up the alley toward the street. Behind me I heard the door to the card room burst open and I saw the reflection of light, but 1 kept on jfoing. Ahead of me a small crowd had gathered at the mouth of the alley. An officious voice said, “Stand back, folks, stand back." That would be the local law, not the sheriff, but a policeman or the village marshal, and 1 didn t want that, not yet. On my left was a small court, and 1 saw the spidery shadow of a fire escape. 1 ducked into the court, felt for the tire escape, found it, and started climbing. Below me, a voice called loudly, “Hey! What's going on back here?" 1 kept climbing. The voice called again, farther aWay. 1 reached a landing, saw a door. The door was locked. 1 looked upward. The roof was low and slanting. I swung to the roof, crawled over stiff tar paper to the peak, started down. My Ungers encountered a metal .cave trough, clogged with dried leaves. Below me, in the light from the street, was another roof, maybe a shed or a garage. 1 lowered myself to it, reached another cave, peored over. The ground was may-

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ington, collided. About >l5O damage was done to an automobile driven by Sarah Gerber, of I’2l S. Fifth street, when the automobile collided 1 with a parked cur belonging to Lloyd Daniels, of 113 N. Fifth street Sunday night. Damage to the Daniels car was estimated at >SO. Miss Gerber was traveling south on Fifth street at the time of the accident. Another wet-pavement accident happened at 7:30 o’clock Saturday evening, when a car driven by Delbert Koeneman, of route 1, ran into the rear of a car driven by Gerald R. Dickson, of route 1, Pennville. Koeneman stated that the Dickson vehicle stopped in the lane of traffic, and his automobile skidded when he tried to stop. The accident took place on Monroe street at Seventh. Police estimated damage to the Koeneman car at >IOO, and >SO to the Dickson vehicle. War Babies Soon To Crowd Indiana Schools I.NDLYNAPOIJIS (INIS) —"War babies” soon will crowd Indiana's high schools. according to Marion A. MoGliehey, executive secretary of the Indiana school boards association. Addressing the fifth annual work- j shop of the organization, McOheliey, said: "Up to now, Indiana’s school *— districts have concentrated on construction of eleajientary buildings, but. soon the. heavy birth rate dur-, ing World War II wiH be catching up with the high schools.”

be ten feet below. I swung over and dropped into dried weeds. Faint light showed the outlines of tvyo buildings. I moved between them to the sidewalk and stood once more oa the main street of Ridge Center. I walked to the far side and kept moving. A crowd was gathered at the alley beside Dan’s Place. A man said, “Aw, it musta been a ear back-firing." The crowd began to drift away. I drifted, too, back to the Methodist church. My car was ail alone at the curb now. The rose-tinted lamp still glowed in Daisy Brown's window. I thought of Daisy Brown with a faint sadness, wondering how many lonely and bored Daisy Browns there were in this world. Too many, I thought, and it wasn’t right. Every woman should have a man, and every man should have a woman. And yet, I was almost as old as Daisy Brown, and I didn’t have a woman; it was men like me who were responsible for the Daisy Browns. I moved along the drive beside her house. The garage was sUU empty, but that didn't matter. I could still ring Daisy's bell and ask if the doctor had returned. I peeked over the porch railing Into the front window. Bhe was sitting In one of the maroon chairs, apparently watching the television. I heard muted music and gay voices. I left her sitting there in her boredom and went tack to my car. By the dash light I checked my gun. 1 guessed I’d fired three shots, but four cartridges were pin-dent-ed. Four then. Four bullets apparently wasted. 1 tossed the empties into the street, refilled the chambers from a box in the dash compartment, and put the gun back in my overcoat pocket. The rosetinted light in Daisy’s house glowed alluringly. Two cars went past. Along the quiet street the lights in the houses began to go out. The dash clock said ten-thirty. Time to roll up Uie sidewalks in Ridge Center, time to go to bed. Gotta be up bright and early for church and Sunday school, to get the chicken on for the Sunday dinners. Time to check the furnace, put out the cat, and go to bed. Tomorrow was another day. But there was no tomorrow for me. 1 had two memories now; the bullet tn the tree and the bullets in the alley. Somebody wanted me dead, and I felt the anger, and the tear. It was a personal thing, between me — and somebody, i wasn’t getting paid for playing out this lone hand. 1 wasn't get- - ting anything' out of it except the hot whisper of death. I trembled a little, and I knew I had to keep going. (To Be Coaliaued/ j&fcj