Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 53, Number 64, Decatur, Adams County, 17 March 1955 — Page 11

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DECATUR CATHOLIC •Jr Joaft Lflurent A group of senior girls cooked a supper tor the basketball team Monday. A short program was presented after the meal. Alice Gage and Tom Titbs played their guitars and sang several sags. Brief talks Were given by the pastor, the Very Rev. Msgr. J. 3. Seimeta; assistant pastor, the Rev. Robert Cdntant; Coach Dave Terveer, and the two senior players, Chuck Voglewede and Walt Mowery, who will leave the team this year. Monsignor Seimeta led the meal priyets. • Ike The high school attended a grade school operetta Wednesday afternoon of this week. A matinee "Behind Castle Walls” was held in honor of Monsignor Seitaets, whoqie nime-day will be March Is, the feast of St. Joseph. • • • • Walt Mowery, a senior boy who won the local K. of C. oratorical contest recently, is preparing to enter the regional contest. His speech "Catholic Heritage in America” will be heard in Fort Wayne. The date for this has not

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yet been set. Everyone wishes Wait the best of luck. ia * • Deep secrets are being held behind the junior classroom door. The secrets pertain to the prom which will take place on Thursday, May 12. The juniors are work ihg hard to keep their mystery safe. * * * * The senior class is busy preparing for their class play which will be presented some time tn April toward the end of the month. This means a lot to those taking part because It will be the first plgy for quite a few years. Lack of space would not permit such activities to take place for the past several years. • • • • The school wishes to welcome Leola Ford back to school after being sick with the mumps. It will be a little rough trying to catch up but With a little help she can do it. • * • • The sophomore biology class, under the supervision of Sr. M. Agnes Terese, dissected crayfish Wednesday during their daily

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class. It was a great experience for all of them. • • • • The junior high students enjoyed a free day last Monday in honor of the basketbail team which won the CVO tourney at Fort Wayne Sunday. DECATUR HIGH By Gwen Hilyard The seniors were measured for their caps and gowns last week, making graduation seem all too close. • • * • Congratulations to Dana Dalzell who waq informed last week that she had won one of the $1,200 scholarships to Allegheny College, at Meadsville. Pa. Dana won this scholarship on a competitive basis with tests she took there last month. • • » « The junior class will sponsor a dance in the gym Friday evening. This will be a record dance and the public is invited to attend. •» • « • Sara Gerber, a senior, will spend the week-end visiting Heidelberg College, at Tiffin, O. She will be accompanied by a former student of D. H. S., Miss Harriet Gerber. • • • • All of the varsity team members, coaches, and student managers will go to Indianapolis Saturday to see the state finals. They will return some time Sunday. • • * • In the FFA'crops judging contest held last week at Monmouth, the Decatur team tied for first place with Monmouth. In the individual scoring. Jim Holt from D. H. S., and Joe Wilder, from D. C. H. S. tied for third place in the county. Congratulations, boys! * * * * Although the spring sports won’t be in full swing for quite a while yet, the first can for boys interested in being on

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team was issued this week and those interested in baseball will be called on in the very near future. It’s also rumored that some of the seniors are going to start a campaign to “get enthused about spring sports!” • • r » The spring operetta, “Jlarmony Hall,” -has begun to take shape as Miss Haubold and Miss Vera combined the choir and the speaking parts on the stage both Monday and Tuesday. The first act is well underway and next week stage practice of the second act will be begun. Santa Fe — Indian pueblos in New Mexico often have walls of adobe up to two feet thick which provide insulation against both the heat and the cold.

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SYNOPSIS , Jim Andrus bad served a prison term for the vehicular slaying of eight-year-old Roger Pelham, whose lovely mother, Regina Pelham. Jim had been about to wed. Overindulgence during his bachelor dinner bad blacked out Andrus mind, and he had awakened next morning to And the lad dead In tlie driveway of the Pelham home in a suburb of New York. Unmistakably. Andrus' car bad killed the boy. but Jim had no recollection of having driven his car that night! Back. now. in nis New York apartment. Andrus and his loyal Aunt Jude hope to clear the Andrus name. Jim's silver flask had vanished during his blackout He hopes to retrieve it for some hazy subconscious urge tells him that sight of the flask may recall to him just what did happen on that fateful night Aunt Jujle induces Inspector McKee of New York Homicide to enter the case, and Andrus is further rewarded by finding his silver flask In a pawnshop near the Pelham borne. Armed with a clue to the identity of the one who had pawned it, a man named Brodsky who also might have been known as “Midnight Mike." Andrus starts forth to find the fellow. CHAPTER SIX ANDRUS carried the lamp back inside and leaned against a "wall and smoked-three eigarets.'Then he went over and sat down on one of the straight chairs. The chair opposite the window. The table was between it and the door. From his new position objects rearranged themselves; Andrus looked, and put his shoulders hard against the back of the chair. His eyes narrowed until there were no whites showing. Patches of shadow . . . the dark panes . . . the yellow light ... . This was it. Yes, this was it. He had been in this place before ... He nad been in this shack on the night he was supposed to have run Roger Pelham down in his car. The floor, the table,. the were part of that fragmentary 1 mental picture. The lamp, the table, the window, a man —and the voice. Midnight Mike’s voice complaining at him about throwing the flask across the room? He could hear the crash it had made when it hit the wall. He got up and examined the irregular .boards between the two-by-four uprights. There was no recognizable mark. But this was the place. He sat down on the arm of the upholstered chair and lit another cigareL —“ He had walked out of the inn on that other night, staggered out, at well before 12 o’clock, had run into Midnight Mike somewhere, and come back here to this shack with him. There was a dim memory of a bottle now, brown and round and empty, lying on its side, done for, useless. O. K. He had been here that night, not in a car but on foot. The tightness went out of him. He gave his head a shake. It wasn’t any good. He could have started for this place after he had killed Regina’s son. Could have —only he hadn’t driven the car. But how to prove it? Not by Midnight Mike, who had probably been drunk, too . .. There was no clock in the shack and a man who had dispensed with the dispensablcs of existence would scarcely be • the owner of a watch . . , Talk to him anyhow. The goat’s chain rattled loudly and hoofs stamped. Andrus went ovjjr to the windows and peered out. The blackness remained unbroken. No one came in. He settled down in the' armchaik*. After a while he dozed. When he jerked erect the cabin, was dark and full of a nauseous smell. The lamp had burned out. There Was pale light

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near the window. The moon had ! risen. It must be late. It was late. His watch said 20 i after 2. Andrus was cold and stiff, : there was a crick in his neck and i his fingers were numb. He got up ' and slapped his arms vigorously , around his body. Midnight Mike • might leave the tavern at the ; stroke of 12, not to come back i here, but to go somewhere else. ' That struck a note. A woman, dei cidedly . . . Andrus caught and ■ held on to another vagrant mem- • ory. There had been a woman with t Midnight Mike. Not in this shack, ' some place else. Andrus yawned. He was dead ; tired. Now that he knew who the ' man was and where he could be t found, it didn’t so, much matter. He left the shack. The route he had come lay plain before him in the moonlight. JThe ; thread of a path showed clearly I stretching south on that high > tongue of rocky moorland. He ■ walked fast to get the chill out of his blood, following the path blindly, losing it on the outcroppings i ot granite, picking it up in the I grassy hollows. It brought him I finally to the rim of a cliff he had • circled around on his way to the . shack, but farther to the south, i There was evidently away down , the cliff. The path wertt between • two immense boulders. Stiver i bushes, silver grass, silver rock, i blackness beyond and below. An- ; drus started slowly down, holding on to the bushes, the grass, feeling i with his feet. Pebbles slid, his feet went from under him, and he te? The fall knocked the wind out of - him. Sitting up, be moved his arms : and legs experimentally. He had : twisted one knee and his shoul- ‘ der was wrenched but there didn’t appear to be any bones broken. I How near was he to level ground? ' He struggled to his feet and tried > to pierce the darkness. The cliff > above cast an impenetrable shadow, 1 made deeper by light flooding the woods 50 teet beyond and below. The ground was rough and sloped i sharply. He had no desire to spend - the rest of the night in the open > with a sprained ankle. 1 Andrus telt in tils pocket and i got out the flap of matches. There ! were only two left. He struck one. i The little flare illuminated only a > small space. The edge of a sharp ! from behind its bulk 1 a hand attached to an arm pointed at him out of blackness. The match ■ died. [ Andrus lit the other and took 1 an uncertain step. The wavering 1 flame did better by him this time. ’ Yellow light fell on a white, broken > face painted with dark streams of • blood, a dead face. Life had gone ’ out of IL It was as empty as a : paper bag. The match in Andrus* - fingers went out. stones rattled 1 close by. A fraction of a second : later a piece of cliff fell on him J from behind and he pitched forward and went down like a log. r • • • L Andrus tried to turn over and 1 groaned. The sound of the gtoan brought him to. He opened his 1 eyes on darkness. Someone was i driving spikes through his head 1 with a sledge hammer where he 1 was lying stretched out face 1 down on a lumpy mattress. Recolt lection began to come back . . .

It wasn’t a lumpy mattress he was lying on. It was the dead man. Pushing, shoving, lifting bimself by inches, trying to avoid the feel of the thing beneath him, he managed to roll clear on to boulderstrewn ground. Rocks dug into him. His leg was cut. He touched it and ma fingers came away wet. There was a tot of broken glass around and the smell of whisky was rank in his nostrils. He rested for a moment. The blow he had received from a chunk of falling rock addled his thinking a bit but he knew with certainty that the dead man a few feet away was Michael BrodskyMidnight Mike. He had recognized him instantly in the flare of the match. What had happened was clear enough. On his way up to his cabin with a bottle after having made a night of it, Brodsky had fallen off the cliff and bashed out jjis brains, , Whatever the man might have said, he wasn’t going to say anything now. the trail of the silver flask had petered out A long while later he staggered out into a road with houses on it behind trees. It wasn't the road he had gone in by. The houses were dark. He had no idea where he was or what time it was, his watch had stopped. A street lamp shone through interlaced branches at the corner. He went round the corner and started to climb in the direction of the moon, invisible below the horizon but still sending out pale milky light. The town was liis head pounded viciously and the smell of the spilled whisky on his clothes made his stomach churn. Over and above the pain something about the bottle of whisky Midnight Mike had been carrying troubled him. Something odd . . . something that didn’t fit . . . Whatever it was, it eluded his grasp. Never mind it now. He had to get back to his room in the Yonkers hotel and under cover before dawn. The night was cold and stilt His footsteps were loud when he wasn’t stumbling and shuffling through drifts of dead leaves. He had been walking for about 10 minutes upnill and dowh dale looking ul vain for the beginnings of the city whefl he stood still, hit by a wave of dizziness. He caught hold of a tree to keep from falling. He knew where he was. His feet had carried him over familiar terrain without his being conscious of where he was going. He was outside Regina Pelham's house, on the road below the house. The shape of the roof and chimneys, the sharp upward roll of granite broken by tall trees outlined against the faintly paler sky, were unmistakeable. Someone was up late. Two windows in the tower were lighted. After a couple of minutes the dizziness receded. At least be had a bearing. Andrus lurched across the road and started to climb in the opposite direction. The crest of Wolf Hill then, a high ridge from which you could see for miles in daylight. After that he went down sharply. He fell two or three times but reached Broadway on two feet and draggingly, ploddingly, after a century and just as the light began to come, the hotel. (To Be Continued)

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