The Syracuse Journal, Volume 28, Number 27, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 31 October 1935 — Page 6

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[watch th< CURVES |l $ By RICHARD HOFFMANN | f Copyright by Richard Hoffmsnir WNUSerrie* 1

SYNOPSIS Foliowin* hi* father’s criticism of his Idle life, and withdrawal Os financial assistance. Hal Ireland, son of a wealthy hanker, practically without fundfi but with the promise of a situation in San Francisco, which ho must reach at once, from New York, takes passage with a cross-country auto party on a "share expense” basis. Other members include an attractive girl. Barry Trafford; middle-aged Giles Kerrigan: Sister Anastasia, a nun: and an Individual whom he Instinctively dislikes. Martin Crack. Barry's reticence annoys him. To Kerrigan he takes at once. but he distrusts Crack. He finds his .intimacy with Kerrigan ripening, and makes a little progress with Barry. Through a misunderstanding. Hai * Is directed to Barry’s bedroom. Instead of his own. and they exchange kisses. Next day he tells her he loves her. She only answers that she mustn't love him. Crack brutally Insults Kerrigan. Hal forces him to apologise abjectly. On his insistence. Barry tells Hal that, at her father's urging, she had married a man many years older than she. and had promised her father. on hie deathbed, to stick to her husband, “no matter what happened.” for ten yetra That was four years ago. and despite her knowledge of her husband's unworthiness. she is determined to keep her promise, though .admitting her love for Hal. No argument he can make will move Barry. That night she begs him. in a note, not to insist on seeing her. as he has declared he will. He disregards her missive, and goes to her. In her room. CHAPTER Vlll—Continued z . . —lß—- — If he had expected It. he pushed the (taper Into hls pocket, said good ■tight to the clerk, ahd went upstairs. *There was light around Barry's door tand be knocked softly. He heard the Wd creak, her deliberate footfalls eon»e. her low, resigned voice admit jßhe knew who waa there even as she asked. "Barry, you've got to come out," he *ald. “Hal. no." she said, gently pleading. •Then 111 come ln.“ He pushed the door, and as If she had expected that too. he felt her weight against IL “Don’t. Hal.” she said, less surely; "for the love of heaven, please don't I’ll come out to you—for five minutes.” “No." said Hal. "If you come out. there’ll be no conditions And if you don’t come out. I come In.” “Hal. I’m tired; I've got a headache —please, oh, please, my darling.” “You haven't a headache, and you'll forget you’re tired. Barry. I'm serious as death, as sin. as happiness; if you won't come to me. I’ll come to you. Do you understand.that?” He waited a few seconds for her to spenk again; then he pushed the door against her strength until she dropped back fr<»m It ami .he •ide. closing It behind him. There was no key. nor any eye for the bolt to engage. no he left it and faced her, She turned from him a* If the room had grown too small, murmuring. "Itear <»—d. If you haven’t given me away to keep him out. you must want him here.” Hal took her arm above the elbow nnd turned her to him. tfien held her other arm too and shook - her once, gently, to stlr the heavy-lidded study that held her eyes. “You believe there Is God?” he said. “If I do.” she said, meeting hls look steadily, "you don’t know better than I shat he wants of me." Her chin was up bravely over where the parting of the little stiffened collar showed her white, firm throat; between the turbulent bustles where her golden hair ended, her cheek* drew a little Inward to compose her full Ups in their faintly pursed pride. As he held her before him by the arms and looked Into the living blue of her eyes—deeply strengthened against film, yet never blind to the wonder of what had occurred —there fell suddenly across his heart a bad shadow, as If somewhere a silent signal for hurry had been made. His voice sounded too slow, too undiscijdiued for bis quickened purpose* as he said to her:; “Angel of heaven. It's nothing to tell you I’d dl£ tor you— I* It. l-ove Is as much as'you said it was. so that all Its old meanings have fallen away and 1 am speak It only to tell you 1 love you; and to say I love you *>o much I'd die for you Is nothing more—ls It.” Illa voice made no Inquiry, but hls eye* waited upon her* for the known answer. Her quiet golden head moved a little aside and back, again, and her deep look gravely understood him. “Barry. do you lore me?" She looked down at the mouth that had asked her that, then back St hl* eyes as her bare whisper said. “You know It: God forgive me for lotting you.” “You'd nerelr need to tell me you loved tue so/much you’d die for me—would you-7 “No.” she said. “You'd mean me to knoar you would. Just by saying you loved me—wouldn't you." “Yes." Without changing the composure of hl* tone be said: “But you won’t shake off the wrong slavery of a spurious bargain with your father and with a man who has no claim upon you; you won’t risk a little time of trouble In your conscience, of unrest in your disillusioned duty to a figure of love that had his best life In your own fancy as a you’d die for use. but you won’t do thtaWerT won’t even willingly Ilmen to me tefl you why you must, bow you can." She looked at him. the dark awe of alarm taking her eye* more deeply: •be said nothing. But under the very heart of her look, he saw s shining, liquid fullness that bad come sq slowly •be bereelf might not have felt it And before the tear* rould ft>r ”v “• £ ad . ■

I'll show you the simple, honorable, little things that are all we need to do to have the World —to ourselves, for always;” She shook her head against bls shoulder, but not, Hal triumphantly felt with the same stubborn conviction. . Clear footfalls ringing on the sidewalk opposite reminded Hal that the lighted room must be in plain view of anyone who cared to look at the windows. But one of the shades wouldn't stay down; so. back at the door, he cursed the impossibility of locking It. and turned out the light. The glow qf the street against the ceiling showed the meager furniture, and Barry waiting for him. He went to her. •'lt can't happen—ever,” she said, as if to herself. "And you must go away, tn a minute —soon, before —oh. God help me, my darling." Her good lips turned quickly to hls. He- held her close —her whole, surrendered loveliness living against him; It was as if she gave the best treasures of her life to the keeping of hls exultant body, as If their nearness found its way of growth to Inseparable communion, miraculous and destined both. She would forget he must go; and he knew- he must not. A quick, single creak was all the Warning that came from the hall, bringing Hal to a sense of time elapsed, to sharp, premonitory alertness. Doe’s ugly growl was begun as the door-latch clicked;-it broke into a sharp hark at the sound of a step In the room; and the door crisply closed again. A key scraped metal, found the keyhole, and turned the lock over, plucked smartly out Wgain. Then the snap of the switch put light in the frugal room, and Hal was looking into Martin Crack's light-blue eyes, their lazy. private smiling harassed by a rattlsh Intensity, as of hate and fear and triumph all together. Only hi* voice was still drowsy as he said, “I kinds thought it’d be tonight" For a. moment Hal was afraid that the bursting of hot poisons In him must blind him. gag him. nauseate him beyond any, power to act "You little snooping son of a—cat!” he said, the heavy savagery of his voice somehow saved from trembling. “What’re you doing here?” Indolently Crack's hand slipped into hl* side pocket: Hai knew the sight of that evil little golf ball would snap ’’wr 4 *" • vpy a®, * ♦’' •IAMLw., z A* if He Had Expected It Ms Pushed th* Paper Into Hit Pocket the last shackle on bls control: but Crack drew out a stubby double-der-ringer to point at him. and a small, preposterous agent of reason remaining In Hal noted fiow that old fashioned weapon suited Crack’s old fashioned tldlnea*. “You guess what I’m doin'.” said Crack In sly. almost sensual mischief. The bed creaked. Hal became aware of his arms, banging down beside him. drained of certainty, ready to tremble. as after great effort. Then the physical revulsion under bl* fury abruptly choked Itself, ipft him to a numb, miserable disgust, a tainted exhaustion of blood that would pass for calm. And tn It there throbbed only one sure emotion to command such faculties as were undrugged—hatred of Crack, steady and uncomplicated, seeming to live Independent of Crack's bate of him. Crack's private gloating |n hls degradation. Hal heard hi* own voice quiet and careless in contempt a* he nodded at the derringer: “You don’t need that d—n silly thing.” Crack put It away, brief embarrassment bringing some of the drowsiness back to his eyes. “T hought you’d proba'ly be isensible," be said. “You did," said Hal drily. “And what's there to be sensible about?" The small check In Crack’s return to basking satisfaction did Hal good. Bal looked at Barry. She sat on the edge of the bed. knees drawn up, legs tightly encircled by her anna, golden head a little bowed over her dark, sullen stare at the washstand Ln the corner. “Well." said Crack, with a sort of sly modesty in achievement: “we can use dough an’ we can use publicity. You got the say which.” “You’ll bare a b—l of a time getting money.” Hal said out of hls listless calm, “so shoot on the other, if you think It’ll get you anywhere.” “I guess It’ll get sa somewhere* all Frederick Ireland’d sooner make It dough, if you wouldn't” By G—d, what a dirty trick on the

Old Man. getting him Into a mess like this! . . . Shame like an Instant of fright, held Hal’s veins and made hls lung* seem to shrink. Providence, you Ireland: Providence! Let a narrow, white bug leer at you in the rotten trap you walked into, and leave Providence to take care of the Old Man. Christmas! Leave Providence to take care of your hate, too. Look at Martin (Track, named for a saint, no doubt—look at him sitting there, a venomous lackey of evil: don’t fight him, don’t match your pristine wits against his basking viciousness, don’t disturb your fine, wounded spirit now that the first fury Is out of you. Hal thanked God hls revolted calm had stayed steady upon him till he saw what he must do. He could stall, somehow, for another day, until patient Sister Anastasia was delivered at her sorry destination; and In Los Angele*. a free agent, he would be hls father’s—hls own Providence In thia In the room of a city hotel, alone with Crack, he might remember those immense. riven compositions In defiance through which they had minutely traveled. scenes tn which it did not matter what happened to a man. And while these flashing things tumbled past Hftl's bitter attention, he said quietly. “If It interests you what Frederick Ireland would think, I’d ask him.” “You know him better’n I do," said Crack. “What do you Agger he’ll think?*’ “How well do you know him?” "Don’t know him." said Crack; "but you’d ought to. You’re aren’t you.” f “Is that a Statement T’ Hal asked. “Or a request for information.” “Don’t seem like you were exactly denyln’ it.” "No.” said Hal, “I don’t remember having denied It, since I’ve known you.” He glanced at Barry as he reached for a cigarette. She hadn’t stirred. “You’re Ireland’s son," Crack said. “Frederick—the big whack.” “Sure,” said Hal confidently. “And you got no idea what -he’ll think when he hears you been caught in a married woman's room by her husband." “If 1 told you what you didn’t like, you wouldn't believe it,” said Hal. as if Crack were being a little dull-witted about it. The shy smile slipped over Crack’s fair-skinned face again, and he said, “Look. Ireland, we don’t want to get you In a lotta trouble." A hot swirling under Hal’s composure made him hold himself hard; in Los Angeles. In the room alone with Crack, be would re- ’ member that “we." “Well?” said Hal. “S'pose you don’t.” "Here's the thing,” Crack said: "If 1 you’ll talk dough, the whole works j stops right here in this room—between > the three of us If you won’t, we gotta go to Uncle Frederick. An’ after ' that. It’s court an’ the newspapers.” “That’s a program anyway" said Hal. ‘ Push item numtier one off. and go to Mr. Ireland. Is that all you i want to know?” i "Don't you wants save yourself trou- ' bleF “Yes. you bet.” said Hal, and the -I casual readiness of hls own voice for- ‘ titled him. “But I don't see any trou- ; ble," “You don't." said Crack. “You don’t wanna stop this right here?” Hal welcomed with vicious pleasure the undertone of impatience. He said, "By paying you money V “Yes.” Hal puffed the fragment of a laugh through hls nose and said, "Wouldn’t pay you a nickel even If It meant anything to me.” "Maybe you don’t think I know you're Ireland's son.” said Crack, his voice breaking peevishly as he raised It “I haven’t denied It yet." said Hal. "Anyone'<l think you didn't want to go ahead with thia." Crack' watched him again and liked it less. The cunning in bis eyas tried for a space of minute* to challenge Hal’s unworried took, then suddenly the pcevlshnere blew to a hot ember of malice, hissing in hls words like a coal settling through snow: “By G—d! if all this 1* wasted. 1’11—" With one unguarded look of sweating hatred of Hal, he Jerked a pencil and a telegraph form from his pocket and went to the bureau, elbows out, to write quickly at a message. (TO BE CONTINUED) Old Rocker Distinctly an American Invention There I* one style of chair that is thoroughly American—the rocker, assert* a writer in the Cleveland Plain Dealer. For a long time furniture men | credited Benjamin FrankHa with hav- ! Ing invented It. until sw one dug up a bill for “rebottoming a rocking chair” thirteen year* prior to the existence of the Franklin chair. The rocker was introduced Into Europe from the United States In ,1840. Curiously enough rocker* were quite the thing In theater boxes 75 year* ago. Lincoln waa seated In a rocker the night he was assassinated at Ford’s theater. The style of rocker was ; thereafter copied and known as the Lincoln rocker. While the rocker has gone out of style more or les*, the Colonial rocker is stiff being manufactured. / Mwacl* Bownd Several conditions are described by the term muscle bound, but perhaps the commonest is that by which muscles. through constant practice, are trained to oppose one another rather than to act together In efficient work. Thu*, when a muscle tai called into I play involuntarily It* opponent also contract* and the result Is les* efficient : action. The condition can obviously be altered first by rest and then more i effichwM training of the muscles. k

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Davi/O Park Scene in Edinburgh. When th* Band Begin* to Play. The heart of a Scot is in “hi* feet. Bonnie Scotland. JF YOU ha’ yer doots drop into West Prince Street Gardens any summer evening when ’ a musical program is being ren- | dered and see for yourself. I don’t ask that you da anything except to keep your eye on the populace—below the knees. When the I band plays It is a waste of time to look a Scotchman in the face. Had it been my fortune to arrive at the open air concert In time to get a front seat I should never have known this. As It was. the usher parked me on the side lines, where I heard the band and looked at the audience, as fine a body of (>eople as I ever gazed upon—five thousand men. women and children seated in a great semicircle and as i many more lounging among the trees ' on the lawnfe thait spread away like a j human fan from the central fountain of melody. Ou this occasion the band of His Majesty’s Irish Guards was directed by ; Lieut. J. L. T. Hlurd. popular through- . out the British empire. The first three selections were from Coward. Puccini | and Coleridge-Taylor. All grand for i open air entertainment and each re- ! celved with enthusiastic clapping of i hands. Watch Thsir Feet! And then, Hurd cut louse with “The Meet,” by Koenig, a number that seems to seize the Scotch by the ankles; to set feet in motion; to sway every mother’s son of them lu a rhythmic reciprocation with the march, the dance and the fling. After the first few bars, I detected among the occupants of the first row—two hundred of them, all facing me—a concerted pedal syncopation. Old and young hypnotized by the measure set up a gentle tap, tap, tap; a restless but perfectly timed response to the leader’s baton. As the theme progressed the vast bowl that divides the old from the new Edinburgh came under the spell of concordant infection. Old and new shoes, brogans and slippers, sandals and boots responded to the tempo set by the commanding Hurd, wielding his elastic power. With the swelling echoes of horns, fifes, pipes and drums be had merged Scotland. I wondered if in all that vast congregation assembled in a garden that is without rival for beauty and setting elsewhere on earth there was thought of the past; of the victories, the defeats, the tragedies, the drama of life and death that took place on the crest of the shadowy mass of the Castle Rock. 300 year* ago reddened by the , blood of Invaders. Had the post horn | solo, ringing across the valley com- | pletely drowned out the echoes and the clamor that once made the Lawmarket, High street and Cannongate to Holy rood house, and upward to the crest of the fortressed hill articulate i with the voices of Queen Mary, the anguished cries of the Italian Rlzzio driven from her chamber by the RuthvenDarnley gangsters to die miserably with 56 dagger wounds In his body? A Grim Dinner. I Gray, solid, though full of shadows, stands the old Banueting hall, where | William, sixth Earl of Douglas, and hls : brother were enticed, there to see the | black bull’s bead, ancient Scottish symI bul of death, placed before them for dessert. The brothers drew their swords—and were promptly beheaded. The Esplanade, where Lady Jane Douglas, accused of treason and sorcery, was burned at the stake. The shade, of John Knox, the Reformer, who dared defy Queen Mary, rise* along with Morton and Lindsay. Whose Iron eye Oft saw Queen Mary weep in vain. Good-by to all that. Yesterday was beyond recall . Band master Hurd deep in "The j Meet” plucked a dancing measure from : the score. I turned again to the file ‘ of tapping feet. Memorial* to Scot*. Dimly through the trees overlooking the New Edinburgh the two Ramsays. ' Simpson Gutherie and the Scot Grey’s I memorial loom heroically. Sir Walter | Scott’s majestic monument, which ar- < tlstically appalled not to Ruskin, although I was much Impressed by it, pierced the blue. Further down the street the Duke of Wellington mounted on a 21-ton bronze horse solid in the hips and hollow forward so that the metal equine can rear on its hind legs without disaster. The mind file* back to Holyrood, to where Mary married Bothwell; her bath, where she laved in white wine; the grave of Rlzzio, who paid the price for hls indiscretions; St i Cuthbert’s, where the Rev. Me Vicar ! prayed of a Sunday for Prince Charlie. I “the young man who came among us seeking an earthly crown. The Band of His Majesty’s Irish Guards now approaches. the climax of "The Meet." Involuntarily my own feet participate in the action. It seems inevitable that the mighty throng must rise, cast off Its reserve and take a final fling in one elementary terpsichorean evolution before returning to the realities reprreented Ln the Old and the New Edinburgh. . , . But the end has come. Copyrl*bV—WNU Servics. Th* Dowwy Woodpecker The Downy Woodpecker is black and white. On the males there is a small natch of red on the back of the head. Hi* dark, gray feet have sharp claws for clinging to the bark of trees. The piece of decaying tree trunk on which Downy perches Mk usually, a variation of dark, gray patches of bark and weathered wood, with some rich, redbrown color where there Is much decay. A a OH S ■ yiag If you sing before breakfast you w 111 cry before supper.

SPEECH DEFECTS IN ONE-TENTH OF POPULATION The prevalent belief that a child is expected to go through a period of poor speech has enisled parents into a polßy of hoping and waiting for the termination of this disturbing period In his development, according to Bryng Bryngelson, Fh. D„ who writes on “Speech Problems and Speech Care” In Hygeia. If a child has not established an Intel liglble speech pattern by the age ot four, It is time to have a thorough examination of the child In some i reputable speech clinic. Most speech surveys Indicate that • a little more than 10 per cent of the population has some type of speech defect. The usual me’thod of handling a child who has defective sound for mation is an attempt to aid the child In correct soun'd formation by show

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