Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 July 1936 — Page 5

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NANGY LINCOLN AT STATE SHRINE

‘Mother and Stepmother of - Civil War President Are Eulogized. Times Special ; LINCOLN CITY, 1nd., July 13—An

estimated crowd of 5000 persons yesterday heard Gov. McNutt praise

the mother of Abraham Lincoln at |28

the thirteenth annual meeting of

the Boonville Press Club in Nancy |

Hanks Park.

Introduced by Atty. Gen. Philip|® #7 Lutz Jr, who expressed hope that’ Gov. McNutt might some day serv2| the people of the United States as| °

President, the Governor said Lin-|_-

coln’s mother and stepmother were the finest types of pioneer women. Raymond 8S. Springer, Connersville, Republican candidate for Governor, spoke before Gov. McNutt. He said the world never would fully realize the influence the mother had upon the son whose greatness she did not live to see.

Others Fail to Arrive

Others scheduled to speak failed to arrive. M. Clifford Townsend, Democratic candidate for Governor, because of a previous engagement, "was unable to come, and former

United States Senator James E. Watson, from Washington, D. C, wired that he was ill. A death in the immediate family prevented attendance of Henry F. Schricker, Knox. : Addresses at services beside the grave of Nancy Hanks were made by former State Senator William Carleton, Evansville; Mr, Lutz and J. P. Holcomb, president of the Indiana Lincoln Union.

Uses Theme for Radio Talk

Gov. McNutt, in his radio address 1ast night over WFBM, turned from state fiscal affairs to pay tribute to Lincoln and his mother, Nancy Hanks Lincoln. “It is t. that Lincoln was not born © oosier soil. His birthplace 8 was Hodgenville, Ky. 1It is true/ that when he became a national figure he was not a resident of Indiana. But let there be no mistake in the mind of any one concerning Indiana's just claim that Lincoln also belonged to, us. It was here that he spent 14 years of the formative period of his life,” ‘the Governor said. The Governor related how on Oct. 18, 1923, the Boonville Press Club was formed to maintain the Lincoln memorial shrine and village in the hearts and minds of Hoosiers.

President Praised

“Today the Lincoln City area embracing the memorial consists of more than 3000 acres. press club that conceived the idea of holding a playwhiting contest for the best drama portraying the life of Lincoln. “It is appropriate,” he continued, “that we honor the memory of all our. . pioneer leaders: Bhitogl ne establishment of memorials 3 material way,” he said. He related the simplicity of the Lincoln village and how the unmarked grave of Nancy Hanks Lincoln remains in the same state as it was years ago.

Lauds Work of CCC

“We have made the site of the ‘Indiana Lincoln cabin and the grave of Nancy Hanks Lincoln not so much a memorial of the woman or the boy, Lincoln, as it is a symbol of humanity, struggling through a wilderness of poverty and of grief to the understanding of our common humanity and to the greatness of universal sympathy and profound insight.” The Governor told of the work of the Civilian Conservation Corps in 1934 in uncovering the original hearthstone of the Lincoln cabin. “We can, now with pardonable pride, invite the world to come to this beloved shrine with assurance that all who come will draw

from it new appreciation of the |

great Lincoln and fresh inspiration for the service of humanity,” he concluded.

OFFICERS CHOSEN BY BROWN LEGION POST

Oscar J. Stumpf Named Commander of Local Organization.

Oscar J. Stumpf has been elected commander of the Hilton U. Brown Jr. Post 85, American Legion. Other new officers include Claude Holder, adjutant; Harold Brown and Carl P. Herther, vice commanders; Joseph Stocker, finance officer; Omer Callon, chaplain; Clement J.

Keller, service officer; Ray Harris, | « historian

, and John Ciorianu, serge-ant-at-arms. Those elected to the executive board are James Davis, Huber Martin, Fred Strack and Frobel C. Utterback.

CHURCH CONFERENCE ELECTS ITS OFFICERS

* Three Indianapolis Persons Named to Posts at Bethany Park.

Times Special 2 PARK, Ind, July 13.— Three Indianapolis persons were a - = a Diacipies 's ogy Brice! Church which closed here

PRICESKT

AFFORD—FOR

It was the.

Miss Edith Kroegher, nurse at Girl Scout reservation,

gift of the Kiwanis Club.

is pictured in front of the first aid hospital with its newly dedicated wing, a

Camp Dellwood, Hospital,

Murray H. Morris, Kiwanis Club president. Herbert T. Wagner, camp committee chairman, ac-

The wing, adding five beds to the Growing Well was presented formally yesterday by

Mrs.

cepted on behalf of the girl scouts.

BEGIN HERE TODAY Claire Fosdick sets out to drive to the lonely mountain home left her by her eccentric uncle, Lyman Fosdick. Claire. is trying to decide whether to marry Nick Baum, to whom she owes money. She also hopes to find a valuable and mysterious jewel owned by her uncle and believed to be hidden in the home. Her car is wrecked by a log across the road. Pat Magan. an old friend, and Bob Steele, young engineer, arrive on the scene and take Claire to the mountain house where Eb Spratt and his sister, Susie, are the caretakers and Dan Dallas js the hired man. A strange series of events begins. Thewatchdog is shot. Claire sees a curious arrow carved on the wall of a bedroom and follows it to the cupola. The lamp in her, hand is shattered by a noiseless bullet. Ed Spratt disappears. Bob starts for the village and is found seriously injured. Hannah, Claire's housekeeper, arrives. Pat, trying to solves the mysteries, wanders into a deserted mine shaft where he is attacked by an unseen opponent and falls. When he regains consciousness he hears a tapping noise and follows it. Nick Baum comes to the mountain house. Later Claire sees him take Susie in his arms and kiss her. Claire goes again to investigate the root cellar. She hears a noise and, terrified, runs up the stairs. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

CHAPTER ELEVEN HE swift twilight of the moun-. tains was beginning to fall as Claire gained the open air. Everything about. her seemed normal and peaceful, and already she was beginning to feel ashamed of her fright. “A fine treasure hunter you make, running away like a scared rabbit

from the first noise you can’t ex-

plain,” she scolded herself: She put down the empty lamp

self.

Dr. | pine needles.

and walked resolutely through the aspen grove to the tool house. “I'll get a crowbar or something and see if I can’t find out what's going on down in that cellar,” she told her“Maybe Dan Dallas could dig—"” But on second thought she decided to see what she could do alone. She was not at all sure about Dan Dallas. After securing the crowbar and a can of kerosene, she passed the open kitchen door. She could see Susie, moving about getting supper and talking to Dan Dallas, who sat by the table peeling potatoes. Claire paused as their voloss came to her. 2 ” EARD VLA from your brother yet, Susie?” the man was asking. : “No.” Susie did not turn from the stove. “But _he’s all right. I ain't worryin’ nde. He often goes off half-cocked like that, if he happens to think o' -something he wants down in the city? Eb always was closer mouthed than a ward politician. At first I couldn’t help think of the white miner, but when I got to figurin’ it over, 1 decided roa gone to the city, and that’s all there is to it.” “Um,” grunted .Dan. “How do you explain the cap with the blood marks?” “Say, you ain't tryin’ to work up a murder mystery ‘round here. ars you? I never see such a scary crowd! Eb probably banged his head on something or other and come 1n and got his other hat. It’s gone out of his room, anyway. 1 looked to sée.” “It is?” Dan glanced up at her quickly. “And you figure Mr. Steele was hurt in an accident, too?” “Sure. I heard .the Doc say he probably slipped and fell agai something. It's easy to do on them They're slick as grease after you've walked on ‘em long enough.” 8 » ® HAT’S Miss Fosdick up here for, anyway?” The housekeeper shrugged. “It's her house, ain’t it? I suppose she’s got the right to come and upset things any time she takes the notion. But I, for one, will be glad when she goes ang takes that old hell-cat of a Hannah with her.

“Then you think she st happened to come up here?” he per-

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sisted. “How do you explain the gun with the silencer and the dog being killed, and the broken arrow ma rk. » “How should I know?” Susie’s voice sounded sharp. Then she turned with a coquettish smile. “Try one of these fritters. If I do say so, as I shouldnt, I can sure make ’em.” Claire waited a minute longer, but they did not return to the subject, so she went on to the cellar. ‘Queer that Dan Dallas should be quizzing Susie. If he had put the silencer on his own cabin roof, why should he mention it at all? Was he testing her to see if she knew Eb had borrowed the gun? 2 » 8

HE walked to the farther wall of the cellar, where. she had heard the tapping sounds. Dead silence. She put her ear against it and though she heard something, but could not be sure.’ Experimentally she struck the wall with the crowbar. Almost at once there was a response, life a big pulse beating with horrible regularity back there in the darkness. Awkwardly she began digging, and after several minutes had quite a sizeable hole. Painfully she. flexed her cramped muscles. On the floor at her feet lay a plie of dirt half as high ‘as the huge barrel of salt pork nearby. “Mercy, what a mess!” she gasped aloud. “If I don’t find. anything, whatever will Susie say?” But Claire could not feel very penitent. After all, the House of Long Shadows belonged ‘> her, not Susie. At last she was forced to stop, and once more she put her ear against the wall. Certainly something was stirring behind there. She must go on. If only she dared to ask Dan Dallas to help her! These. thoughts raced through her mind as she worked. When she was forced to stop for breath, she fancied the sounds were growing louder. Could she be nearing the solution of the mystery? And what would she find? Suppose she should suddenly break through a retaining wall and encounter some horror better left buried. 8 2 #

LAIRE'S nervousness by this time was beginning to get the best of her, though she still worked on steadily. When next she stopped for breath, she thought she could hear a new sound.against the wall. Like some one breathing heavily— or was it only her own laboring lungs and pounding heart? She sat down on the pile of earth to rest, then moved the lamp to the top of the pork barrel so that its rays fell directly over her shoulder. She examined the hole closely, but, so far as shé could see, all sides of it were firm enough. Apparently there was no sign of anything falling from above. . Wearily she started in again, and the very next stroke thudded with a different sound. Claire stopped in fright and listened. Dead silence. If there had ever been any move-

ment or noise beyond that darkness,

it certainly was not there now. Half-timidily she dug farther. Now the crowbar was cutting through an opening. There could be no doubt about that. Breathlessly she brought the lamp and held it close to the small place where the sharp point of the instrument had gone through. What was

t | her astonishment to see—not dark-

ness, as she expected—but a dim, wavering radiance. She blinked her eyes and looked again. It was gone. Then it had been only her imagination. She carried the lamp back and started making the hole larger. ® ” ® FTER much effort she again brought the lamp, for now the opening was large epough to put her own bead through. she moved the light so that she

could see for quite a radius in the gaping darkness. . Apparently she had cut into another small tunnel. The air seemed fresh and cool. Piles of fresh dirt lay before her, and at one side a piece of wood. Then she gave a start. Something black was crumpled close to the wall just below her. She turned the lamp so she could see, then gave a little cry. A man! Though he was so covered with dirt he looked hardly human. He was lying face down in the soft earth, quite motionless. Claire watched for a< terrified moment, then spoke to him, though her voice sounded Strangely cracked and unnatural. He did not move, sO she reached her hand through and touched him on the shoulder. Was it a corpse or had he just dropped unconscious? She must go for help. Quickly Claire started to back out of the hole, when her attention was caught by another sound before her. # # 2

HE stopped, listening and holding the lamp ahead of her to

throw as long a light ray as pos-

sible. Something or somebody was certainly stirring on the other side of the opening. Maybe the man on the ground— Without warning and for the second time since she came to the House of Long Shadows, the lamp in her hand shattered into bits. There was a sudden rumbling, and then darkness closed about her. But not for long. Almost immediately from behind her another circle of light swept the opening and there was a deafening report. Claire collapsed in a frightened heap. Then, finding she was not hurt, she turned to see Dan Dallas, flashlight in one hand and a still smoking revolver ‘in. the other. He leaped to her and drew her back into the cellar, being careful

‘to keep out of range of the hole.

“Hurt, Miss Fosdick?” “N-no. I guess not. But what—?” Claire began. “Another close call. You aren’t due to be shot, evidently” His tone sounded relieved. Without waiting for further explanation, he crept back into the hole, his gun ready.

” 2.2 , UT now there was only silence. Then Susie's frightened voice called from the steps outside. “Dan! What is. it?” Claire ran to her and grasped the housekeeper’s arm as she came down into the cellar. “Hush!” Claire commanded tensely. Still clutching Susie firmly, she dragged her forward and held her firmly against the wall. After what seemed an endless wait, Dan crawled ‘back. “He got away again.” ‘But he was on the floor—he didn’t move. I even touched him,’ Claire gasped. “On the floor?” Dan ‘turned and went back into the opening, After listening for several minutes he cautiously lowered his flashlight to the other side of the hole and turned it on. “There’s some one here. Can you hold the light for me while Sipe the opening large enough to him through? Keep to one ares There ‘was some one else in there,

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The daughter of Dr. and Mrs. Carl J. Klaiber, Miss Klaiber studied political science in the University of Chicago. She coasted through the primary election without {facing voters. Independent

candidates appear only on the fall | ballot.

election Mother Explains Position “She's studied a lot and worked hard and became a tandidate because she wanted to do something for the movement from the stancpoint of the young people of the nation,” her mother said in explaining her entrance into politics. “Whether she takes the stump this fall remains to be decided by national officers,” the mother said. “When she was 11 she had a class of 21 students in dramatics, so she always has heed to speak.” Miss Klaiber’s addr ednesday" is to be “The Coming Generation.” She is an employe of the Townsend Weekly, published here.

Hindenburg Makes Ninth Trip By United Press LAKEHURST, N. J. July 13.— The dirigible Hindenburg moored at the end of her ninth voyage across the Atlantic at 5:46 a. m. (Indianapolis time) today, 63 hours 49 minutes after she left Frankfort, Germany. She carried 50 ‘passengers.

too. This fellow. didn’t do the shooting because he’s already dead.”

“Then, seeing Susie, he told her

threateningly, “Don’t you dare make a move.” _ Claire held the electric torch while Dan dug with quick, strong movements. : Then he reached down and dragged the inert form through the hole. Claire held her breath, while Susie made queer little clucking noises in her throat as though she were half-dead with fright. Carefully Dallas turned the man over on us back. Claire gave a gasping c “Pate-why it’s Pat!”

(To Be Con Continued)

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CITY NATIVE NAMED COLLEGE PROFESSOR

Miss Henrietta Herod Promoted at Louisville School. Miss Henrietta Hgrod has been promoted to a professorship in the department of languages at Municipal College, Louisville, where she has been serving as an associate professor. Miss Herod, daughter of the late Henry L. Herod of Indianapolis, was graduated from Indianapolis public schools and Butler University. She holds an M. A. degree from Radcliffe College and is studying for a Ph. D. degree at the University of Chicago Until his death last summer, her father had been pastor of the Second Christian Church of Indianapo-

lis and superintendent of Flanner Settlement House for Negroes.

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