The Syracuse Journal, Volume 26, Number 21, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 14 September 1933 — Page 3

THURSDAY, SEPT, 14, 1933

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Rocky had provided food enough to last them throughout the trip, without stopping at inns. He had explained that by picnicking' this way, they would; save a good deal of time. ■ I "I'd like to see a paper." Doris an 1 uounced suddenly, as if the question had not hern broached before. Rocky munched a sandwich doggedly. “I’nji sorry." Rocky ate hungrily. "Well?" -’Her voice with "its high , note arrested him. She drew his blue, seriously objecting eyes to her face, His half-eaten sandwich Twas • polled for the next bite. “Well?" be repeated. “You know the answer *to that one. don't you?" His tone was plttyfuliy hard. “The last time you hapiwned to read a paper you didn't behave very well." He grinned faintly and took another bite, watching her. "Oh!" Doris flung out an emanci pared arm. "Won t you ever forget j that? 1 could read anything today and , not my health. Besides I have a j feeling there is eonM»tb Ing ' li> th S morning's paper I ought to see. Tell me. please." she leaned over suddenly; j "what It's all about." : - l‘ut yetir glasses on.” !' . . . -Why ’ I "The pette'r to see me with." She put tl.etn on. turnlngfcer head to look tip and down the road. "Who are those people. do you suppose • ’ A small automobile had opened It* doors | to let out a crowd <>f motor.sfs Rocky was already looking He had , even brought out a pair of binoculars , Leveling them long and earnestly at the group In question, he answered. ! "As near as I can .make out it's a healthy bootlegger, who's taken his wife and family out for a picnic" He i laughed. byt didn't seem overwhelm , ingly amused "Shall we go oh?" They got back Into the car soon ' making up the time lost In• lunching. ( Rocky’s plan was to reach Vermont by nightfall. In tin* next town their car went cautiously through the business .street. . As it passed a Slews stand. Doris pushed her glasses above her eyes for j an Instant. There was a headline— ' The car lurched forward. . ' I “Don't be a fool, Doris." unre.'u-di.i • j able words poured from Rocky r "This Is no time to strain your eyes trying to read a paper. If you would only do I what 1 ask!"■■' Doris, with the glasaea slipped back ‘ Into place, looked at Rocky. Hls lips were tense In a desperaje tort of at' | noyance She wondered what had upset him His eyes moved with a light wariness across the road tn front of ' them. He was quiet for a while. Towards nightfall, they neared the Vermont bordyr-llne. A little lad'ore , dark. Rocky stof got out for a picnic supper. Doris I asked him where .they were going to, spend the night. “In the car.’’ he answered grimly. “This trip doesn't end for nobody or nothin’ until we get to Canada “ ’ "You are in a hurry," she 'answered "t think you could at least have me if I minded not going to a hotel " 1 "l could have.” he replied cheer fully, "but 1 had my plans all made to drive right through the night.” I “And what you .say foe»t"x She guxe him an unflinching glance. •D—r l rightHe began to whistle. It was evident that he was begin nlng to feel pleased over the day's work. Not far behind them, another crazy car was speeding. Rocky speeded around a curve, the other car gaining. Rdtky's foot dame down harder on the gas, but ,the other one was up a longaide of him, It passed him noisily, hitting the front of Rocky's car a jarring whack. Rocky yelled after him. but the re mark was lost In the noise of engines. There Vas a limp rattle In Rocky's car now. Something besides the fen der had been injured. Cursing. Rocky got out. "H—l,” he said after a minute, "I'll have to take this thing to a garage." He peered out at the next sign They were two miles from a town. He looked sharply at Doria. “And when we atop to have it ficed." he said bleakly, “for o—d’a sake, don't speak t« anybody !" CHAPTER VIII AS Doris was beginning to feel sleepy. Rocky's advice seemed hardly as necessary as ho thought. Besides, as she soon discovered, there was no one at the garage with whom she could talk. The mechanic bent over the engine. She dored. vaguely conscious at Intervals of tools dropping and the whir of the motor. Doris started and awoke. She halt sat up. An old man who looked as If he might have been one of the founders of the village into which they had strayed was watching her from under his pushed-back hat. She thought he was going to say something but discovered that he was ehewing. He had dark quizzical eyes that drooped faintly at the corners He must be over eighty. He kept pinching hie nose between his thumb and bent forefinger as If he were trying tq Improve the shape of It. but otherwise paid Doria his undivided attention. “If you please," she began, "What town la this?” His ayes glinted at her with such a knowing eorprsesdon that Doris almost laughed outright “Don't you know wh*j towa you're toF ba finally asked.

‘ X'o, I don't." said Doris a. Icaily. “We were driving through on our way to Canada, when something happened to the car.“• “Driving through to Canada, you sny ?" He advanced slightly, putting one foot on the fender and clapping a veiny hand over the knee, "Been tray eling long?" “Oh yes. ever since this morning.’ Gradually she was growing, less ecstatic over this quickly formed friendship. The place was getting on her nerves. Rocky had taken off* his .-..at an 1 rolled up his sleeves. ft looked as if the Job were almost too much for the mechanic alone. "Come from New York 1 bet.” sug gested the old man. “didn't you?" “Yes.** Doris looked at him firmly. “What town did you say this. IS?" "This is Edgewater Junction.” Rocky looked up now at tlo- sound gs their voices. Ills eve fell on Doris a short questioning glance. Doris un burdened herself of a weary gesture Would they never get ■ Out Os this placet ■’! "Y.s, sir! This Is Edgewater June tlou.” A new expression had come into the old man's eyes. "And a long av s. from N‘ w; York ’’ H - gleamed steadily. "You got folks Up in Canada ?” “No. or — " Doris hesitated. Perhaps Rocky hid relatives there. She wasn’t sure why he had selected Canada. He hadn't told tier that. "That Is.” she continued after a minute. "I haven't." Rocky's warning suddenly loomed “For G d’s sake don't, speak to any body !" She had been talking steadily to the old man ' But fortunately she hadn’t run into any complications, at least hot until, now. She smiled at him ns If the conversation "ere practically over. Tim smile was received like confl ilential Informal,.m of !!;e Utmost importance. The old man- removed hls foot fr >m the fender aud started off In the direction of rhe door.

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r»on* watcnexL nun ttirougfi the small mirror above the front seat, glad whOo he actually bad gone. FToin now on she. wouldn’t open her lip-, not even to say good night to the mechanic. She would watch her step j She closed' her eyetf “It’a her, all right." This time when Doris opened her eyes, she discovered that two men were watching her. One was the same old man. He had brought a friend in thia time, a person of equally respected years. As Doris looked up. he was putting on hls gold-rimmed glasses to augment the mechanical stare which he was directing at her. Having finally adjusted them so that they would stay on. he transferred hls fumbling fingers to a folded newspaper which he had been holding under his arm. Thia he opened up part way so that the other man coaid see. “You see?” he sqjd. The other man nodded. He glanced furtively now at Doris and said something which she couldn't hear to the man with the newspaper. She sat up sharply. Had she been dozing again. She brushed a tousled scrap of hair out of her eyes, holding her Angara to her hair. “Have I been dreaming again?" She addressed the man to whom she had talked. "1 would have sworn 1 saw j you go out of the garage a while ago’* ,i “You would?” His voice was an unpleasant cackle. “Now whataya think of that? Say. 1 **i yo” wouldn’t remember me again If you saw me, either, would you—not even if it was tn the police courtF Doris saspcxl. There was a terrific leer on the old man's face. “Rocky!” she called. Rocky had followed the mechanic Into the garage office, but now he came running. She noticed with relief that he was wearing hls coat again and a smile. “Okay once more." He opened the front door of the car. “Now we can otar*—* Then be noticed the two

men. He got into the driver's seat quickly without a word to Doris. He started hls engine just as the band of ooe of the mep fell on his arm. “Hey. look out." he yelled, swinging tree hls arm, “if you don't want to get run over." The car started backing out, but the two old men clutched at him excitedly. “Walt a minute young feller.” cried the one with the newspaper, "we want to speak to you I" But Rocky’s car with a blustering commotion had backed out to the road. It sallied a minute, reversed, took another gasping leap forward and was up the road in a long diminishing streak. Rocky drove like a mechanical demon. His head was pitched slightly forward, his arms and shoulders motfonlcss as he held to the wlieelh-hls senses alert to only one thought, speed. Doris felt frightened. “You seem to know these roads?" “Yeah. Friend of father’s lives near here. I used to visit him every summer. Rockwell St. Garxlens." Their way lay through dark wooded hills. “Are we going. to ride all night?” "Depen)-.'' "Dt'pends on what?" she winted to ask. but she felt ton dr<»wsy. There was hardly afiy wae anyway, as he was sure not to a.isx-.-r. He was going so swiftly now. They were racing up the long mountain, taking curves recklessly. Ami something was following. Rocky was right. She couldn't worry any more. Her head sank down. She was leaning unconsciously against him. She slept. . The car stopped with a Jerk. A white light flashed over her face. Men were shouting. She sat up. A man was standing beside the car. In the gush of light that streamed, from I.is hand she saw his uniform. He was a policeman. In the reflected light, the shadowy outline of his fat face ioktsl stern. ’ Another man was shouting. Doris turned her head and saw that a roadster full of men 'vns drawn up di rectlv behind them in the pine fringed road. She coUhl see another police man getting out of Mie cat*, fie held a revolver. Rocky’s Ivand quivered on the wheel. “Don’t say anything." lie whispered to Doris. White lights stabbed the road threw queer shadows into relief. Again the strong white glare of a flashlight struck her between the eyes, "Locks like her Murphy, all right!" "1 want to speak to the young lady,’’ said the policeman at Rocky's elbow. Rocky’s voice was without a qualm. "Speak to me instead.” The light flicked up and over Rocky's face. "What's your name?" "Rockwell Du Vai."

“See your license?” Rocky produced It This bad all iiappenexl before, but thia time Doris knew that the looking at the license was a pretense. The man on her right on the motorcycle was so close. And why did be have his gun in hla hand? “Who’s the young ladyF Rocky did not falter as he lied: “My wife.". Two more men were coming from the car behind. There was a fearful, quiet tread, a breathless expectancy in their walk. Knowing nothing yet. Doris felt terrifled. She tried to control her panic. Rocky was being so bx>ld. and yet she knew that he, too, was frightened. “Has the lady any identificationT’ "Yea. Plenty." “Let’s see some of It." Doris could fee) Rocky's nervous Inward tremor while she listened to hls assumed belligerence: “What’s this all aboutp “We'll come to that." A small wiry man in plain clothes interpolated briskly : "We’ve got you. No use trying to pull anything. Better get out of the car, mister." “Am I under arrest?" “You'll find out what you're under." "You bet I*ll find out what I'm under. And I'll find out befotej get out of this car, too." ’ The fat-faced cop elbowed the small wiry man aside. “Just wait Let’s find out about thia. Nobody’s under arrest yet” “That’s better." said Rocky. A dozen flashlights played over Dortaf face. Now she beard a murmur among the men. “Looks like her all right” “Sure it's her." ■Have you any other identification besides your license?" -Test" “Can you prove that this lady la your wife?" Again the lights bombarded her. She covered her face with her handa. What did they mean?

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“Don't do that ?" said Rocky to Doris out of the corner of his mouth. “Look them straight In the eye!” She obeyed, quivering. Rocky addressed the officer stand ing beside him: "I'm a friend of Rock well St. Gardens. He'll identify us in a minute.” { There was a slight sensation. The wiry man came and stood beside them. “You say you know Rockwell St Gardens?” „ "Yes. I know him very well." “Does he know your wife?'' ‘••Yes." “Your name is Rockwell Du Vai?” • “Yes. I'm named St. Gardens.' The policemen conferred The man on the motorcycle still balanced close to Doris, the engine of hls motorcycle shuddering gently as he guarded the car. The officer returned. “I'm sorry to ask you, but you’ll have .to come to the station with us. We received a tip Over the telephone that Diane Merrell was in this car!" “That's utterly ridiculous." Doris felt Rocky's strong grip ou her arm. The bluster in hls tone was a thinly concealed artifice. Nevertheless she could feel u change in the atmosphere. The policemen were uncertain. Rocky knew it too. ‘ She could feel a new strengtu tn his ; voice as he said again, "Look here. Are we under arrest?” “Nothin’ like that We just got to ' take you up to the station it you aon i | mind, mister —" Rocky cut In crisply. “But I do ■lnd. I’ve been driving all day and my wife is tired.” “Yeah, but, mister. In a vase like j this we gotta be mighty careful. And , we got this tip—" i "If you want to arrest us, that’s ; your lookout." said Rocky. j The fat-faced cop pushed hls face Into the car, looking over the wheel at J Dori?. “We’ll go up to St. Gardens' j place with you. How’s that? If St. ■ Gardens can identify you—" He opened the door of the roadster as he spoke. “I'il drive," be said to Rocky. “You can come along in the car behind,” Doris protested Involuntarily. “No. No. Don't leave me, Rocky." “If we re not under arrest 1 think rii'drlve," said Rocky gravely. The cop grunted. He walked around the car and got In beside Doria. “O. K. The man on the motorcycle sent hie machine leapiug ahead of them. The cool air eame rushing gratefully to Doris' pale cheeks as the car got under way. Her shoulder was tucked under Rocky's like a small chicken nestling under Its mother’s wing. What was the name of the girl the police wanted? Anne Somebody. Was that her real name? Had her real self been found at last And was she a criminal? Doris put these thoughts awsy. Supposing they accused her of the worst of crimes. How could she deny them? What, oh what could she have been la that other lost life of ben? They turned at last between stone gateposts. 'This is the place all right." said the cop. They rode for three-quarters of a mile before the lights of the house appeared. At last Rocky drew up before the door of the great house. He shut off the engine, opened the door and , jumped out “Come on. Doris." The motorcycle cop drew up beside them. "Not so fast.” Doris knew then that the policemen wen still suspicious. Rocky bad run ahead up the steps of the house, and wss ringing the bell Doris with a policeman on either aide ot her fallowed more slowly. Her heart was beating wildly. The door opened slowly. A blond Impassive face looked out "Hello, Swenson. Is Mr. St Gardens In?” The butler swung the door open. “Yea, Mr. Du Vat Come in." Rocky motioned to Doris. She went Into a square hallway. The pollceinen came too. On a landing above a short, squareset figure appeared. He had on a dressing gown, and held a book la W hand. He stared at the group for a minute tn amaxed silence. Stocky! Is it Rocky, for heaven's ■*eF •9t> Rocky. I’ve brought my wife." 4MpH:y was bounding up the stain to the landing. Doria saw him take the abort square man by the shoulder and say something. Then St Gardens turned and came down the stain with

outstretched bands. “Doris! It’s so nice to see you again. I was wondering when you would turn up. You must be tired from your journey. Been traveling all day?" Doris was confused. She took St. Gardens* hands gladly, smiled at him without speaking, but it was the vague act of a bewildered and exhausted child. She sat down In the nearest chair. The room was going round and round. She hardly heard the policemen. She knew that everything was being arranged. Everything was all right Rocky had fixed things. The policemen went away. The door was closed. / “Beatrice isn't in. Someone's glyfug her a dinner and dance at the country club. I didn’t stay. 1 just got in." said St Gardens. "Lucky I did, too. Wasn’t that a rummy thing—those dumb cops picking you up like that?” "Terrible," said Rocky. "They were so suspicious I thought it would save a lot of trouble if you pretended you had already met Doria May I Introduce her now?” Doris roused herself. St. Gardena was holding out both his hands. f “This is a great pleasure, my dear. Rocky has always been like my own son to me." Doris put her hands hastily across her own eyes. She knew she was acting badly, but It was all so puzzling to her tired mind. “She's exhausted.” said Rocky apologetically. Sl Gardens apparently didn’t know her. He had pretended to recognize her in order to save her from the police. He thought she was the real Doria She was to fool him as she had fooled the Du Vais. She rose trembling. a hand pressed against her cheek. “No, no!” “What’s the matter?" They could not follow her thoughts. She was being stupid. She could not pretend to be the real Doris any more. She was really that girl—that criminal the policemen were seeking. She looked at Rocky with widened eyes. “I can't stand it. I'm—” St. Gardens took her elbow. His voice, rich and caressing, spoke to her softly: “You are very tired. You have been through a dreadful ordeal. I can see that. And now yon want to go to your room." “Let me take her upstairs.” said Rocky. “You are right. She needs to go to bed She’s knocked out.” “It's enough to knock anybody out—being iu!staken for a murderess,” said St. Gardens sympathetically. Doris looked at him. 1 A murderess. That’s what she had done. Rhe had committed a murder. The r»>om waa

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still rocking, but she no longer felt tired. St. Gardens' words had galvanized her. New life, like second wind coming to a fired swimmer, flooded her. She looked at Rocky in agony. What did St Gardens mean? Rocky read the question in her eyes, but he deliberately Ignored it “Come, you must go to bed.” Doris wanted to speak but her mouth felt dry. Meantime Rocky, as If anticipating her purpose, had begun to talk hectically about their trip. And he was pushing her up the stairway. A maid came. Rocky went out to get her hags, leaving her standing at the top of the stairs beside St. Gardens. She looked at him with twisted brows. "What did you say a minute or two ago about a murder?” St. Gardens smiled. “Oh nothing. I was Just referring to the stupid business of the local law enforcers in mistaking you for what's her name—the girl who shot her husband at a wedding." •.. Doris clutched the stair railing. She was looking into a bottomless gulf. “What’s her name—the girl who shot her husband at a weddlhg?” She was what’s-her-name —a girl who shot her husbapd at a wedding. Rocky ran up the stairs, bag In hls hand. “What’s the matter?” he said sharply. Doris said shakily, “He said, what's-her-name —a girl who shot her husband at a wedding—am I—” Rocky took her firmly by the arm. “You come to bed.” To St. Gardens he said: "She's hysterical." _ 4 “And no wonder." St. Gardens left them, but she did not notice. She knew that Rocky was pushing her into the bedroom, and sending the maid away. He was closing the door. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Secretary of State Cordell Hull is said to be unable to see any general tariff revision possible in the near future. If he had listened to us he would have known that a year ago-.

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ANNUAL BUSINESS SESSION HELD On Tuesday evening . the Church of the Brethren held their annual business meeting at which time all officers of the church and Sunday school were elected for the coming year. John McGaiety was elected trustee for a term oL three years, Carl Ohaver was placed on the finance board for a term of 3 years and Mrs. Dan Klink on ministerial board for 3 years. The following persons were elected for one year on the church board: Leonard Barnhart, clerk; Jesse Shock, treasurer; Mrs. Jarboe, music director; Mrs. Floyd Middleton, pianist; Mrs. Esther Barnhart, publication agent; and Mrs. Alma Plew, church correspondent. For the Sunday school the following officers were elected: Guy Symensma, supt.; Chas. Ryman, assistant supt.; Mrs, Roy Meek, elementary supt.; Helen Shock; assistant elementary supt.; Mrs. Alta Darr, cradle roll supt.; Mrs. Frhnk Gibson, assistant; Mrsj. Dan Klink and Mrs. Vern Long, home dept, supts.'; Chas. Ryman, treasurer; Charolette McSweeney, secretary; Leonard Barnhart and Mrs. Roscoe Smith, choristers; Lewis Garrison and Carl Gordy, librarians. i PASSION FLOWER BLOOMS j The Psission Flower, the bloom and leaves of which depict the main events and characters in the life of Christ, is blooming in the Butler university botanical gardens. Depicted in bloom are the birth and resurrection of Christ, the Crown of Thorns, three nail prints, five wounds, thongs with which He was bound, and The Trinity. Ten Disciples are depicted in odd petal supports. Peter and Judas were not included by botanists who found the flower.

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