Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 53, Number 259, Decatur, Adams County, 3 November 1955 — Page 12

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With ot their claims and credit-taking. the third termers have sever once mentioned their part in the diesel engine purchase. better known as our ’ million dollar baby." 0 0 Claiming already to be the “leading light’’ in Decatur s school program, parks. Community center, and safety program, It isn’t nnlikely to expect the third termers to claim credit for the big bean crop this year. 0 Q What if the Council never accepts the diesel engine? The •million dollar baby” is paid for With the exception, of less than 125,000. In tact a big portion of the engine was paid for in advance. The third termers should be singing “What’ll I Do?” 0 0- | Weather forecasters predict cold weather and possibly snow for the next few days, which isn't unusual for November. A heavy , freeze could occur any morning now and let's hope that every automobile owner is prepared for just such a happening. Autumn beauty has just about disappeared from the wooded areas around Decatur. A drive through the country reveals that , winter is approaching. Country roads, however, are in good condition despite the fall rains of the last several days. 0 0-f-The big mystery among those Who follow politics in Decatur is not why the board of works purchased a street sweeper, but why were they so determined to buy It this time of year? Now that tWey have the broom for next summer, do you suppose they’ll order the swimming pool filled with water ao it will be ready . _xt July? ■ o o -• Three Adams county high school basketball teams opened their seasons last Tuesday with victories. The fourth team, Jefferson. lost to Geneva. Other teams will swing into action this weekend and the race for who’s best will be on. Every week from now until next March, every gymnasium in the county will be bulging

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with crowds of frenzied fans. It’s a great sport both for the com petltors and the fans. May the schools always keep a close con trol over thio great athletic cam! val so it will always be clean and enjoyable. 0 0 This could well be titled "It Might Have Been”. The following news item was taken from the October 13 issue of Construction Digest: “Gen. Clinton F. Robinson, ( president of Carborundum Co. announced award of the general contract for a multimillion dollar abrasive wheel plant at Logan. 0., to Brown .and Mathews, New York. - ; “Robinson said work will start immediately and will be would up during the last quarter of 1956. Carborundum is one of the world’s largest abrasive manufacturers.” 0 o—*0 —*- • Announcement has been made recently that the annual International Livestock Exposition and Horse Show, held in Chicago at the International Amphitheatre at the stock yards will be held this year from November 25 to December 3. The event each year attracts thousands of livestock raisers from throughout the world. It is regarded as the finest show of its kind in the world. Annually many Adams county farmers and others interested in the show visit Chicago and inspect the price winning animals bn display. ~ o 0 The Co •'i?il. as expected, Tuesday night approved the board of works action of purchasing the automatic broom. Councilman Adolph Kolter, ' who often has tried to represent the peoples’ interest and just as often has been beaten back, voted against purchase of the sweeper. The idea was strictly a “board of works • baby” and so another bedazzled page has been written into the history of Decatur’s two-man rule. We still believe that the matter should have been placed before the people, prior to the purchase. There is one sure way for the people to be heard, and that is by voting for a change next Tues day.

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I Household Scrapbook | BY ROBCRTA LEE 0 - « « Hot Food If the bowl of food has a tendency to cool too quickly fill the bowl first with hot water, let it stand for- a minute, pour out the water and dry it. then fill with the food. It will stay hot for a much longer period. Bath Towel* Whit* darning cotton instead of ordinary thread, should be used to mend the bath towels. The mended place will not be so conspicioue, and the repair will last longer. Cretonne Cover* The colors in the cretonne slip covers will be much better retained if they are washed in bran water. ■» o Modern Etiquette BY ROBERTA LEE I 0 0 Q. If a young man sends a girl a corsage to wear to some particular affair, but the flowers do not harmonize with the one suitable gown she must wear, what should she do? A. Wear them anyway, or carry thbm. It would certainly be very rude to leave them at home. Q. When a wife is writing a note of thanks, is she supposed to sign her husband’s name as well as her own? A. No; she should sign her own name only. But in the note she may say, “Bob and I both appreciate your hospitality," or whatever the thanks are for.] Q. When pouring wine from the bottle, should the bottle be grasped by the neck, or label, pi where? A. Hold the bottle by the labeled par - . ; * : ; i 20 Years Ago Today o v Nov. 3. 1935 was Sunday. Girl Scouts J3rownie troop 23 met Tuesday evening at the Methodist church. Roll call was taken, with ten members present. The girls turned in money for the Girl Scout calendars. Sandy Sutton was our guest and we enjoyed a treat of cookies from our leaders. Scribe: Darlene Gase Girl Scout troop six met for their fourth meeting. We started with saying the pledge. We than had roll •call anu collected We discussed our badges. Linda McClain brought the treat. Scribe: Janet Habegger

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SYNOPSIS Death of Roger Brindle, an extremely popular syndicate newspaper columnist. opens new chapters in the lives of those whom he wrote so well He leaves his young widow. Carol, and an entourage of persons whom he had befriended Carol learns that Roger left her no more than five thousand dollars When he learns from hia wife Bessie, that Roger s first wife. Jane, has come to Stoweville for the funeral. Albert Kibbee. one of those befriended by Roger, refuses to see ner. Bessie expresses the hope that Carol will get rid of Joe Hattery and Ethel Battery, another couple whom Roger had helped. CHAPTER FOUR “I WONDER" Joe Hattery said, “what happens to us now Mr. Brindle is dead. 1 don't suppose ms wife will care. We could starve for all—” "You might,” Shandy Stowe suggested, “try working for a • change.” The black suit he nad worn to the funeral was replaced oy navy blue slacks and a maroon pullover. He bung the suit tn the closet, walking with a faint halt that was not quite a limp, tn a . mirror . set _in ..the—closet door ne looked automatically at the scars on ms face and saw the reflection oi Joe Hattery lurking behind aim. The ex-convict was slight and colorless, with a mouth that dipped steeply downward at the corners trom chronic discontent and eyes that met one with an insistent candor which would not have deceived a child. The world was against Joe. It had always been against mm. He never nad any luck. If ne didn't Keep a sharp lookout to protect his rights, and Joe was extremely tender of nis rights, ne would be taken advantage of. His mother, wno nad been victimized as Joe had been, made all this clear to nim before ne was ten years old and ne nad seen no • reason to change ms mind in the next thirty years. . “Work," ne whined now. “It takes a guy who never did a stroke ot work in. bis life to say that. AU right for one who’s born with a silver spoon m ms mouth to talk about other people working,” "Scram," Shandy Stowe said. "And next time Knock before you come in this cottage." “My, aren't we haughty!” Thera was a subtle change in Joe’s voice. “Ydu got ho call to talk to me like that." “Oh, get but,” Shandy said wearily. <2umrritut, IX4. by 1

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Brownie troop S 4 met after school Tuesday for their third meeting. We elected officers aa follows: president, Susan Langston; vice-president, Carol Smith; treasurer, Jane Macklin; and scribe, Susan Loshe. We played games and sang song* Scribe: Susan Loshe . Girl Scout troop five opendd the meeting with the Girl Scout promise and the pledge of allegiance. We also planned our badge projects. We played games and closed the meeting with the friendship circle. Scribe: Nancy Callow Brownie troop 35 met on Tuesday. We opened the meeting with the Brownie promise and Candy Bragg was the hostess. We received Girl Scout calendars to sell. We had a taste test in which each member was blindfolded and given tastes of different seasonings to see how many each could identify. We closed our meeting with the Brownie arch. Scribe: Carol Hovermen Brownie troop eight met recently with the president, Sandy Affolder, calling the meeting to order. Dues were paid and the Scout pledge was given. Fourteen troop members, with their leader, Mrs. William Sti verson. visited the Ideal Dairy. Tte 'Cream ' thAnufacturing was explained - to us, and the group enjoyed an ice cream treat i . Scribe Kathrynßash

"Not yet, Mr. Stowe.” Joe's ; stance, like his voice, had altered, s He was not lounging now. “I got ’ my own way of working. See?" 1 “Then go do it." 1 “Like replacing that windowpane in Mr. Brindle’s cottage." ■ - Sliartdy's eyes, which bad gone ■ compulsively to tne scars on ms • tace, narrowed with attention. Joe grinned, revealing neglected teetn. “Interested m windowpanes? I’ve got one tor sale.” “What are you getting at?" “1 was just thinking, Mr. Brindle , sure slept sound. Never woke up , tor no visitors even, i seen one oi them go to ms cottage that nignt , inyseli." Joe took courage trom Shandy’s stillness. "Yessir, you I could almost say the poor guy i died ot sleeping. ' He broke ob as there was a tap . on the outsme door and a woman called, "Shandy! Are you there?” Carol Bundle, ner tawny nan . aglow in tne sunshine, wearing a i somber black dress, came swutly across the living room oi the cottage, ner mgn neeis clicking on the waxea uoor. There was not a trace ot ner usual languor. Joe s eyes went trom tne woman to the man. He permitted mmseif a smirk as ne went ouu "What is it, Carol?" When she was seated, Shandy let mniseli down siowiy into a chair facing her. He was surprised to discover that he. was shaking. Mutely she held out a piece ot paper. "1 just found this.” Shandy read it aloud, " ’Died in his sleep—but now?’ Where did you get this?” "On the desk in the library, tn the middle ot a pile ot tetters and telegrams ot sympathy.” "Where s the envelope 7" ’There wasn’t any.” Her eyes were wide with shock. “What ought 1 to do, Shandy ? This could be—unpleasant, couldn'Lit?" There was irony in his expression and something else which she tailed to identity. "It could *e, bur probably it's just the work ot a crackpot. Try to put it out of your mind." "But you don’t‘understand.” Her eyes, which were so nearly yellow, gleamed. Her hair caught red and gold lights. She leaned forward, moving with the lovely supple Elinwe. Denniston. Distributed bj Kins

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rhythm ot a cat. “You don't understand. Clyde locked everything before we left for the—” she skirted neatly the word that had such finality— "the services. No outsider could possibly have got in. Ana no one came to the house this morning but Doc Thomas and his wife. So it has to be—” Shandy’s voice was quiet. "One of us." —- “And 1 don't know what to do Roger always told me what to do.” "Not always.” he reminded her. "You nad a few ideas ot yout own-" She swayed toward him. her voice husky. "When 1 think what 1 nave done to you! You've never really forgiven me. have you. Shandy ?" “On the contrary. I never blamed you.” "Roger," she said obliquely, as though answering some unspoken comment, "was the finest man I've ever known.” “At least.” Shandy said, “he has a chance to get a tong rest from it now. Being the finest —it must have been a strain at times, even for Roger." Carol frowned, and with the smooth forehead puckered she looked almost ugly for a moment. "Do you think it is-wise to say things like that?" "Perhaps not,” he agreed. "But only Roger could be wise all the time.” He reached out and took the anonymous letter that she was twisting between her fingers. “Better let me have that Who put the mail on Roger's desk?" "Clyde Klbbee.” he said thoughtfully. "I’ll ask him about it" Seeing the took of alarm on her face he added. "Tactfully, ot course." “But how could Clyde possibly have known ?" Carol demanded, and then said with feverish haste, "j mean, we don't know much about him, after all He's been away at school since he was a small boy and even vacations he spent at camp because Albert was always unsettled. We don’t really know what Kind of person he might ba Somehow, he's not at all the sort of son you’d expect Albert to have. Just because he is Albert Kibbee's son doesn’t mean he’s—harmless, like Albert.” (To Be Continued) Matures Syndicate.

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STNOFBIS Death of Roger Brindle, an extremely popular syndicate newspaper columnist. opens new chapters in the Uvea of those whom be wrote so well. He leaves bls young widow. Carol and an entourage ot persons whom be had befriended. Carol learns that Roger left her no more than five thousand dollars. When he learns from bls wife. Bessie, that Roger's first wife. Jane, has come to Stoweville for the funeral. Albert Klbbee. one of those befriended by Roger, refuses to see her. Bessie expresses the hope that Carol will get rid of Joe Battery and Ethel Battery, another eouple whom Roger had helped. Carol tells Shandy Stowe descendant of an old village family, that she has received a cryptic note regarding Roger's death. CHAPTER FIVE SHANDY was silent for a long time. The woman watched the fading scan become suddenly sharp on his cheeks His jaw had a rigid look as though his teeth were clamped hard together. At length he said noncommittally, "We don’t know what kind of person anyone might be.” Their eyes met and then they looked away. "Carol, why don’t you take a trip somewhere, go oft for awhile?” “No money,” she said briefly. “My lawyer was Just here. Roger left only five thousand dollars and 1 don’t even know when I can touch that.” “It 1 can help—but you know that." “Yes. 1 know. 1 can’t imagine what I would do without you. Shandy.” She waited for a reply which did not come. She stirred uneasily. “I’m glad 1 never had to find out. And yet—why you go on living in this place when you could afford to live anywhere—" Her eyes demanded an answer. Shandy looked around. “What’a the matter stftth this?” Her mouth twistfed. Carol was accustomed to having her demands met immediately and Shandy was proving difficult. “You’ve let vines grow up around the windows. Your furniture is scuffed and it needs to be reupholstered. The whole cottage should be done over, repainted, refurnished.” He said indifferently, "I hadn’t noticed. You are probably right." “Til redecorate it for you,” she offered eagerly. His dark eyes searched her face with alert speculation and then they were opaque again. “Let’s worry about your problems, Carol, not about mine. We’ve got to solve your money difficulties first. How much —” i Carol leaned back in the big chair, one hand plucking at the worn slipcover. Shandy watched eonmxM. MM, by

her through half-closed eyes. For the first time in her life she was driven to thinking. Always before she had evaded the unpleasant. He wondered how she would cope with it now. He was pleased to find that, in spite of the strength of her physical attraction for him he could watch her with detachment. “Later,” she said. “But in a little place like this—if I took money from you now—the way the people in the bank talk—and someone would be bound to be —unkind.” The impassive face revealed none of his grim amusement. “Anyhow," shfl went on, “a woman called ma A literary agent. She offered me ten thousand dollars to write some articles about Roger.” For a moment Shandy enjoyed the thought of Carol Brindle writing articles. "That would be a big job," he cautioned her. “That or another," she said almost angrily. "I tell you there’s nothing left Roger squandered everything he had on all these worthless—" She became aware of the unpleasant sound of her. own voice and automatically it became soft and lazy again. “Anyhow, they'll send a woman on the fifteenth to help me get it all down. She’s a widow and very respectable but 1 don't want a stranger prying around the house just now." Shandy's eyes opened wide and closed quickly. "She might be company for you.” The yellow eyes were on his face now, fixed and unblinking like a cat’s. “1 was hoping you’d be that,” she said plainly. “Mrs. Fleming would just be an outsider.” “Who?" Shandy’s face stiffened although his voice did not lose its detachment. “Mrs. Lois Fleming. You know, Shandy, I think TH put her in Roger's cottage. She'll be out of the way there and it would be morbid to keep the place locked up. As soon as—when they took— Roger away I locked the door. But If I leave it like that it will be haunted by—his death. And, anyhow, it will have to be—put in order. After a stranger has lived there tor awhile it will be easier to go back; the place will have different associations.” A long shudder ran down her body. She got to her feet, her eyes on the crumpled sheet of paper in his hand. “Are you sure it is all right?" He did not look at her. “I’ll handle it." Elinors DeaaUtoa. Distributed by. King

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“Who did it? Who—wondered about the way he died?” “God knows." “No one could — make any trouble, could they?” As the color ebbed from his face the sears appeared again. “There's nothing to be afraid of. Doc Thomas is in love with you, or didn’t you know?" She smiled faintly. “I guessed.” She rested her tawny head against him. "Shandy." Her voice was muffled against his chest. Her hands clutched at him. His arms hung at bls sides. She stepped back. For a moment she was a blurred figure in the doorway against the brilliant sun and then she walked across the wide lawn toward the gracious white house, a slim, blackrobed woman moving with feline grace. Shandy watched until the side door of the house closed behind her, his right hand deep in his pocket, clenched around the crumpled message. Then he too went outside, but not across the stretch of emerald green lawn. He plunged into the trees that climbed a hill behind his cottage. When he was tired tramping, he sat on the stiirnp of a tree and looked down through a clearing onto the white colonial house set in its deep lawn, with four small cottages scattered over the grounds. And beyond was the village with its slim church spire thrusting up among the trees. Lo-is Flem-ing. The syllables beat remorselessly on Shandy’s nerves, like the ticking of a noisy clock, the dripping water from a faucet. Lo is Flem-ing. How long was it since he had seen her, heard from her? Six years? Seven? The government had assigned him to help her find her husband who was reported missing and who had in his possession essentia) information. They had never got that information; instead, they had learned how well he had kept it and how he had died to protect it. Even then, with the barrier of the man’s death between them, with a fiancee of his own awaiting him, he had known that what he felt for her he could feel for no other woman. Even then he had known what the, future could be if he were to meet her under other circumstances. Now at last she was coming. He found a grim humor in the situation. “Kismet,” said Shandy Stowe. (To Be Continued) 0 Features Syndicate.