South Bend News-Times, Volume 36, Number 235, South Bend, St. Joseph County, 23 August 1919 — Page 5

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t a Case for cience By Abncf Anthony.;

IM C READY laid down bis book as I entered. "I'm glad you dropped In." h said. "I'm full o' dofe on these newfangled ways of catchln' crooks

finger prints, cigar ashes and all that porta thing. Honest, I believe If I was to see you steal the cuckoo clock off the wall there. I'd run for a piece of Taper and some lamp black to take your finger prints. Instead of burapln' you on the head and dragglr' you off to the can." "Science haa made wonderful strides In your profession," I began. "Science me eye!" he Interrupted me. "It listens all right' In a book, but for me. I'll take a chance alongside any of these magnlfyin' glass investigators. AU I ask Is a hunch from old man Human Nature, a good drag-net system, a couple o' stool pigeons where they're most needed and some luck. "Give me all that and then bring on your robbery or murder, or whatever else you got a mind to, and 111 come pretty near to gettin' hold of somebody that knows something about It. "After that. It's not the hardest thing In the world to get at the truth, the whole truth and nothJn' but the truth, "help me. There's ways of doln' It' that work out pretty good." "You mean the third degree? I usked, knowing I would bring a storm about my ears. "Third degree, h !" he fliouted angrily. "You been goln to the movies again, ain't you. No, it don't take the third degree, and it don't take one of S aeon as she stepped Into the room Monica felt the keen eyes of her aunt fiudying: her. "Changed your dress, hf Inquired the old woman. "Yes, auntie." "Put oa your best white one, too. Com here and let me straighten the aklrt Ifa all crooked." Metrical approached and Ft cod patiently while Aunt Betsy twitched the folds of the. dainty white voile into place 'Expecting Jason?" Monica, had known It was coming. Ehe flushed and Jerked away. "No, Xia not -expecting Jaaon." , "I fwre. Tbn it's that Darry Kent.' Monica bit her Hp. "Oh, dear. Aunt J3etayv I Just wish you wouldn't quiz me so" ah cried. The old woman, who had kept and loved Monica since her babyhood. HILE they sat on tin steps that early spring morning Bobby Moreland devotedly stared at Dorothy Preston. She, however, did not return his gaxe. She was very much Pin more interested In her thoughts than In his presence, that much was certain, and for the hundredth time Bobby sighed heavily. Bobby desperately in love, in fact he had been desperately in love ever since he had known Dorothy and that had been evVERYTHING had run so smoothly between them that Iris was very much surprised and hurt when the village gossip dropped in one afternoon and remarked : "That's a'iretty girl John wr.s with last nicht and Mrs. Brown said they fayed tbe whole evening in his office. Hor you're not lo!r.R your teau." Ins' face wt-nt red. then white, for 1: was last nisht that John hed tele-

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these new-fangled machines that tell when a guy's tellln the truth, either." He poked the book on the table with a contemptuous forefinger. "Them machines may do all they say they will, but I'd hate to depend on a lot of zig-zag lines Instead of the shifty look In a liar's eye and the slip-up he always makes. The more a man tries to alibi himself, te more chance there is for tim to give himself away. If they'd say a thing and no more, and Just stick to it. they'd get by much better, but they're always try In' to strengthen their . story by addin' this and addin' that until, finally, they slip up and crab the whole works. Too many times the up-to-date methods add a lot of frills and make a myatery out of what ought to be nothin' but a plain pinch." Now that Cready had gotten under a full head of steam. I carefully refrained from making any comments. Nor did I give him any visible signs of encouragement. .1 know well the best way to get a story from this veteran of the police department. "Take that Lyons murder two years ago." he continued. "To the public that looked like a dead open and shut proposition. Dick Lyons was killed and Harris Andrews was arrested less than an hour later. Of course, you remember the outcome of the trial Guilty, first-degree murder. "I made that pinch and there was lots of chance to do some scientific investigating that may or may not have ended In the same thing, but I'll bet a week's pay that the stories thai flew around for a few minutes after I got there on the Job would have tied that, truth machine up in a double knot.

When Realization Came to Her

sighed as she resumed her knitting. "It's for your good, child," she said, quietly. "Don't lose your head over Dairy Kent He Is every girl's beau. And besides " She paused aa if she could have said more if she chose. "Jason is worth a roadful of Darry Kants." ehe ended. "Not to me," Monica muttered as she escaped to the poTch. There she sat down apparently to read In reality to wait for the big black car that so frequently now of an erentng came bounding down the humpy street to Aunt Betsy's door. It waa Darry Kent' car, and Darry Kent himself always ?at behind the wheel. Monica had gone to school with Darry, and she had a foolish notion that he had been in lore with her. It flattered her to have the best car in town pause at her door and to be seen riding in it. All the other girls envied her and it made Jason Jealous. She enjoyed making Jason Jealous. Jason lived in the next honse, and even if he er since he could remember. But Dorothy was such a very disconcerting little person that Bobby had never been able to tell her anything about how much he loved her, and this morning sitting there in he sunshine he was being cruelly convinced that he never would be able to do so. He sighed again. Dorothy itemed suddenly to remember he was there. "I am going to buy a house." she announced thoughtfully, her pointed little chin in the pink cups of both hands. "A houae?" echoed Bobby puzzledly

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The Little Peacemaker

j.hon;d her he could not call as he had Mm? business to attend to and so that was the business! She must not let Mrs. Jones know she cared. "Oh. yes. she Is pretty, and Isn't that Mary calling me?" When John called that evening it was a verj determined young lady who nut him at the door, and. drawing the ring from her finger, said: "If you wish to spend your eveninps with other ladles you can not expect me to l:ep this." "But. Iris, let me ex" Two days went hy and a very sad-

"I'm stallin around headquarters the night It happened, with not much cn my mind except a Stetson. Things are slow and I'm waltin' for four bells when It's my time to hit the hay. "Along about twelve o'clock the telephone rings and a few minutes after the Chief yells for me. "'Jimrnie he says; 'take a couple of men with you and get up to the Everglade Apartments on Ninty-first street. A Mr. Harris Andrews telephones that his friend Lyons was ehct by a burglar who made a get-away. Get up there as fast as you can and keep your eye-peeled for bad actors in the neighborhood.' "Well, me and three cops start off and it don't take us no time to get to Ninety-first street. We're Just going in the door of the Everglade when. I'm a sucker If there ain't a guy dodgtn' behind steps and actln mighty suspicious. "I got one of the cops to grab him and he makes a holler, and swears he's waltin for somebody. I give the sign to bring him along. It won't hurt him any and it might do us some good. Anyway, his actions looked bad. "We go up to apartment five, which is the number the Chief gets ovor the 'phone. I goes in first with one of the cops and the other two stay outside with the guy we picked up. "Andrews meets us,' and he's excited as h , As soon as I looked at the man stretched out on the floor, I knew he was dead. The whole top 01 his head was blowed off, pretty near. "Andrew's story is as straight as a whip. He and Lyons had been out on a theater party with a woman and

did not always see her with Darry, his mother would teil him. There was a sort of pact between Jason's mother and Aunt Betsy that their young people should marry. And Jason was willing too willing, Monica thought, when she waa n,ot willing enough. She Jiked him, but she had no intention of marrying him for he did not suit her. He was common. As Ehe sat waiting she saw Jason swing out of his own house and start down the street. Although she was there in plain sight, he did not look toward her. He walked quickly, with his head down. There was something so boyish and so sulky In his appearance that Monica, giggled softly in p.musement. Jason knew that Darry was coming, and he waa haying an extra attack of Jealousy. "Jason!" It was his mother's voice. She had run out after him and was calling. "Jason!" He turned obediently, Jason was dutiful to his mother, and Aunt Betsy

Accepts His Propositio

"Exactly," agreed Dorothy cheerfully, "I am going to buy a dear little gray house, way out on the West road, a house all covered with red and brown woodbine and with wide, tinypaned windows and a little flower garden In back. It has four rooms and a dovo of a fireplace in the living room. There is no one living in it now, and I am going down to see the owner this morning." "And you said this house was out on the West road and covered with woodbine, and untenanted?" Inquired Bobb intereetedly. "Yes. and the caretaker gave me the ff.ced Iria dragged herself up the stairs to her room, for she had not realized she could miss John so much, and now she wished she had waited for his explanation. She would write blm a letter telling him how sorry she was. Little Mary. Iris" favorite niece, looked in 'he door several times, wondering why ?untie did not come and play, and taw her tear the letter and throw It in tb basket, and then cry as thoush her hart would break. Mary went away, her childish mind troubled, wondering why Auntie Iri3

they had come to the woman's apartments. They're sitting and talking when the door opens and In comes a fellow with a gun. "Lyons makes a Jump to get the gun and the crook lets him have It. Then, frightened, he covers Andrews and mafces hio get-away. "When he had finished, I mentioned the guy we picked up and had the cop3 bring him in. Andrews gets one lock at him and says 'That's the man!' " 'Are you sure?' I asks him. The other fellow, who was not much more than a kid, looked puzzled and wanted to know what was coming off. " 'Positive.' answers Andrews. 'Walt.' and he calls out: 'Blanche! Come here! "Out of the next room there comes a woman who looks about thirty-five, although I guess she might be more. She's all dolled up in evening clothes and she's been, cryln'. '"Come here.' said Andrews. 'Here's the police and they've caught the man that killed Dick. Take a look at him." "The woman comes over and takes one look at the kid. "'Walter!' ehe cries, holdln out her arms. ""Mother says the kid and makes as though to go to her. but the cops yank him back. 'What does this mean?' he asks her. "The woman turns to me. 'Let him go,' she says, and her voice is awful weary and tired. 'Let him go. He didn't do it. He did it and she pointed to Andrews. "'it's a lie hollers Andrews. 'She's tryia' to save her boy. Take him away.

persisted in holding this fact up as an earnest of the kind of husband he would make. "If you are going over to Mary's, Jason, will you ask her mother to send over her recipe for pineapple conserve?" Monica's mouth opened in a gasp. Mary! Mary who? Why, Mary Armstrong, of course. There was only one Mary whom Jason would be going to see. What did it mean? Could it be posfible that he was actually paying attention to her? Monica's heart sank. He was whistling as he turned the corner. Perhaps he was not Jealous after all Just absorbed, in the thought of Mary whom he was going to see. Monica had never dreamed of such a thing, but she had every reason to believe it now. She began to feel very Eober. For a whole year she had grown used to the Idea that Jason belonged to her. She had rested assured of his devotion. And now it was per address of the owner, and I am to see him this morning." finished Dorothy cheerfully. Bobby rose lazily and looked at his watch. "Well, I must be getting on down to the office. Dad and I expect to put over a big deal with a Montana man this morning." Dorothy flashed him a smile. "Howfast we are growing up, Bobby," she laughed. "I'm buying real houses and you're one of the firm. It doesn't Sem possible, does it?' "I've been thinking a lot about It lately," admitted Bobby, and then, with a confused "Good-by," he was off looked so cross whenever she asked her why John didn't come any more and why she should cry over the.letter ahe threw away. She wanted someone to play with hec so soon she trudged upstairs again and finding no auntie, saw the torn letter. She picked up a small piece and saw the word "John," the name he had taught her to read and write. "Why. it can't be auntie's and she tore it." Downstairs she went with the paper in her hand, and seeing no one around ran down the street to John's office. Joi.iL was a lawyer and was busy

"I don't know what gave me the idea, but I had a hunch that Andrews waa as much surprised at the kid being her son as he was although he don't aay anything about it "The woman Is cryln' now and wringin' her hand. Here's different stories and ifa u? to to nd out which Is nearest to the truth. I guess one of them machine woulda had to go some, eh? "'How did It happen r I asked the woman. "She looks at the kid for a minute and then moves her shoulders In a funny way. Just as if she wa browin' off a heavy weight. "'I live here in this fiat. Tonight I had gone to bed. I did not expect Andrews. After I bad retired Dick Lyons came to the door and I got up. He was la love with m? and wanted me to break away from Andrews,' "'It'B a. lie!' shouts Andrews. "'You shut up!' I tells him and motions for the woman to go on. " 'Dick begged me to go with him. and then Andrews came In. He is very Jealous and without saying a word he shot Dick. " 'After he shot him, he called up the police department end made me change to these clothes. Then he Invented the story he told you and made me promise to back him up in it. '"I guess I would have done It, too she went on, 'only ' and her look at the kid finished what rhe meant to aay. "Of course, by this time Andrews was wild. One of the cops had grabbed him by the arm while the woman was talkin' or I guess he'd 'a made a spring at her.

haps snatched away by some one else by Mary Armstrong. Monica waited until 9, but Darry Kent did not appear. S!ie sat' biting her lip and tapping her foot between nervousness and anger. He had promised and he had broken his word. Or perhaps something had happened to him an accident or "Monica!" Aunt Betsy was calling sharply. "Somebody wants you on the 'phone." It was Darry to explain. It was, however, not Darry's voice that came but another's a girl's voice. "Oh, that you, Helen?" Monica said, with a too apparent note of disappointment in her voice. "What do you want? To tell me something? What? No. I shan't care. Go on. About somebody getting engaged? Oh, I know! It's Jason Worth! To Mary Armstrong. No news at all. I know all about it. It isn't? He Isn't. Who. then? Darry Kent! To Louise Baker. Announced. Oh. wait, Helen. I'm sor down the walk to his car. "Now what in the world is the matter with him?" puzzled Dorothy, watching the car disappear down the road. "But I didn't have the slightest idea it was you!" gasped Dorothy, sitting down suddenly in a big chair. "If you called on me more often at the office you would have recognized the address!" he retorted cheerfully. "But you'll sell me the Louse, won't you, Bobby?" she smiled. Bobby picked up a paper-weight and considered it gravely. "On conditions." "But what are they?" questioned with several men. but when he saw Mary he left them and picking her up in his arms asked her why she had run away. Mary slipped th'e paper in his hand. "I brought you your paper. Auntie tore it up and then was sorry, for she cried. John was very much surprised and put Mary down. She ran home as fast as her little legs could carry her. glad she had given John what belonged to him. In the meantinle John looked at the slip of pap?r and read. "Dear John: I am so sorry " That was all. but quite enough for John, who with

" 'Well." I said to him when she finished; 'what about it? "All this time the kid stood lookin from one to another without sarin a word. "It's a lie. Captain," said Andrews. I guess he thought that "Captain" stuff would help some with me. "I'm a fool to have let myself in for this, but it's my own fault. I didn't give It to you Quite straight before, but I will now," and he shot a glance of hate at the woman. " 'Dick Lyons was my best friend, and it was to save his reputation that I lied. I figured that as long as you got the right man, a little He wouldn't do any harm, particularly If it saved others from pain and suffering. "'Lyons was in love with thij woman. He was making a fool of himself over her and neglecting his family. I knew he was here tonight and that he was going to try to get this woman to run away with him. I came to prevent it. She pretended that she loved Lyons, but ahe wanted only what money 6he could get out of him. and when she saw that Lyons was listening to reason and was beginning to get little sense and see her In her true light, she signalled to her confederate and tried to pull off the old badger game "'The badger game?' I asked him. "'Yes; this fellow came in and pretended he was her husband. He swore he was going to shoot Lyons for leading his wife astray. You know how they work it, I guess. They had it framed up well. Their game was to have Lyons come across with a lot of money to keep it quiet and get out of trouble. "'I guess it might have worked, ex

By Phil Moore

ry somebody's come." She hung up the receiver. Pallid and limp, she leaned against the wall. Darry Kent engaged to Louise Baker, the rich manufacturer's daughter, whom Mrs. Kent occasionally entertained äs her guest! Monica had been there to parties given in Louise's honor, but it had never occurred to her that Darry favored Louise. Once he had said. "Oh. Louise is a nice girl, a sort of sister. And mother's fond of her." It was in no way an excuse, rather an explanation of his feeling toward Louise. And here they were engaged. It was Annt Betsy who came to her and Monica wilted on Aunt Betsy's shoulder. "Oh. is It true?" "I'm afraid it Is. I heard It this afternoon, and I wanted to tell you. but I guess I was cowardly. Mrs. Kent always has wanted Darry to marry money, and Louise is a fin? girl. It's a pity Darry isn't more deserving of her. He probably knows By Elsie Dorothy, a surprised frgwn wrinkling her pretty forehead. "Well, there is really only one. You see I've always wanted to fix that little house up and run out there weekends. Now this could be arranged very nicely. All you will have to do is marry me and " "Oh!" Bobby looked at her suddenly. She was sitting very still with her hands on the arms of the big chair. Her eyes were very big and dark and ber cheeks were flushed a deep rose. The next instant Bobbv was kneeling beside her, quite oblivious to the risible appearance of the office boy or By Joella all haste disposed of his clients and hurried to Iris. When he reachc-d the house, net finding anyone aro-nd, he went Into the garden, where he found Iris and Mary. When Iris saw him with outStretched arms, she ran to him quickly, hiding her face on hi shoulder, fo glad he had come to her without her sending for him. Mary looked on in wonder and in a wee little voice sali: "You didn't care 'cause Iris" John shook his head, but she went on "tore your letter up. did you, John?'' IrW looked up, bewildered. What

cept for onetthlng. Lyons wajtnt the port to standUor that kind of a holdup, and suddonly ho made a dive fc this fellow, who was covering httr. with a gun. "'As soon as Lyors Jumpod. 1 Jumped also, but he pointing to U. kid, 'grabbed me by the throat ar.ri held me of? at arm's length while hu shot Lyons. "'Then he covea-ed me-with th gun and got away. After he had gone. I made the woman drfsa and we nhearsed the story I told you. I wanted to save hi3 family. I told her 1' she didn't back me up l would tell th truth and that she would 'b held as en accomplice, so she agnd. "'Theres the man thatrkilled Dick Lyons, and now you knesw the truth ' '"Yep I said to hira. I know rhe truth.' and I motioned ho the cops to put the 'bracelets on Andrews. "The woman stood with her head hangingfdown. and jien the cops M the kid go. he went -over to her ani lookedlinto her eyes. The next minute ?he4wns cryin' and sobbin all ovrr him. "Youfsee." said Cready. "there waa & plain tpinch that came near belr.p mystery. And from the lies that w.i. flyin' around that room. I'll bet one r : them machines would have busted l spring." "But." said I. "I don't see " "Certainly you don't Fee. But if you had listened to Andrews tell how th. kid held him off with one hand while he shot Lyons with tie other, you'd see. Especially." he mused, "if you knew, as I did, that one of th kid ? arms was paralyzed so that he couldn't move it an Inch."

. i you must have heard it by this time and that's why There, there, don't cry, lovie. You don't care. You've got too much sen3t for that Why. you knew all the time that Darr didn't mean anything, and you car. ttll them so. It was fun to go riding in his car just as the other girls did. but that's all it amounted to. Darry isn't the sort of man who could win my girlie." "But. Aunt Betsy." cane In a flood of tears. "Jason I've lost Mary Armstrong. Oh, Aunt Btsy!" Aunt betsy lifted her head. Hr eyes were full of gTatitude, her sensible old mouth touched with an expression of deep joy. She stroked Monica's hair. "Don't you worry about Jason," she said. "Jason's true blue. I had a man like Jason and I know! No. don't you see a mite of trouble about Jason, lovie. There, 'wipe your fa-e find ITi tell you something. Jason' out there on the veranda waning for you now!" Endicott the man from Montana. "Won't you. Nearest?" he pleaded. Dorothy met his eyes rlowly. Ht own were softly shining. "I want ho house so badly, dear, that I thick I'll take It conditions and all." Sb breathed ever so low and the n xt instant well, the office-boy did appear, but being an exceptionally considerate vounsr fellow with a weet- " at heart of his own he withdrew r.olselfssly and told tht man from Montana that, "Mr. Moreland will j-ee you in a few minutes. He has fome businfs on hand Just now that can not be delayed." Johnson does she mean. John?" "I'm sure I do not know run anl play, Mary." But Mary stood still. "I picked jp John't letter you tore and gave It to him." she said, half crying. John quickly produced the fajer. "It is time for explanations, d:ar. That lady was sent to me by a friend to get my adrice about securing hr divorce aud I was going to tell you all afvout it the next night. C&n you forgive me?" "Let's have ttt paper frarued," whispered Iris.

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