The Syracuse Journal, Volume 28, Number 28, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 7 November 1935 — Page 6

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y?|F7 JR 1 W?* • "by (F^^'” / RICHARD HOFFMANN Tk/ COFYAICHT *V RICHARO HOHMAHH WJLU. SERVICE.

CHAPTER Vlll—Continued Hal turned toward Barry then and, hands deep In jacket pockets, watched her in gloomy detachment. It was as If Ms mind were possessed by a local anesthetic, numb and usejihs around the small clear conduit that led from his eyes to the springs of superficial action. Where had love, or whatever It was, gone? When would the acid of this shabby lesson in beauty eat through, searching out each crevice in his spread wounds like lodine, to, sting them d»-ep* Tomorrow, after he had left her at some Los Angeles hotel, with Crack? Or tonight, soon, when he was out of this room. She and Crack married — bound, linked, moving together across the country, hiding their connection till Hal should nipke himself vulnerable as an abandoned puppy. Ijiter he might think of all the details of his opening tilmself to her, with Crack somewhere hear by, drowsing over "shy" secreted scheme* that amused him. He might think of the smallest things he had said as well as of the enormous things asked her to bring to him. And thinking of those, and remembering her dark, hard, unstirring acquiescence here there would l>e a richness of pain at which to clench his teeth? In which to learn how arrogance is cut down. "There.'" Crack exclaimed, darting from the bureau. "Tell me what you thinks that. Tell me If that starts changin' your mind." Hal took the telegram and read idly. Under his father's name and office address the message ran: "Young man between twenty-five and thirty six feet hundred sixty-five' pounds gray eyes brown hair gray flannel suit made by Selkirk in Oxford name Henry Ireland nickname Hal traveling from New York to Ixjb Angelos In Hhare expense auto stop claims he la your son account trouble which will explain after you wire Martin Crack at Grand hotel oh Santa Monica boulevard Hollywood California If he is your son very Important please reply quick—Martin CracV Uni pushed out his underlip carelessly, looked up at Crack, and handed the form back. "Why not suy what »be ‘trouble iaJ- save you iHlilHßrtfidCnS Madey Cheeks colored t?ye« shining and white nil around the Irises, “you're a good sorts guy. I'm only human." That's it. Hal told himself with quick satisfaction: he’s not human, any more than a little puff-headed viper in the dust Is human. "I'd like to save you the trouble this Is gonna make for you if—" “Oh. shut up.* said Hal. wonderfully keeping his voice in superficial con tempt. "If you’ve got to talk about It any more, talk to her." It hurt much more sharply than he’d expected—to say that so negligently: and his voice was dull as he added, "I'm going." He walked past Crack to the door, oi>ene<l It. and as he* passed It from one hand to the other behind his back, he looked at Barry again. Still hugging her legs, her bead still partly bowed, her staring went on, hard and dark and sullen. Into the corner of the room, a jet of anguish sprang molten from bls dead sense of her inviolability. "And thin la all,” he said In a slow, moderate voice. “Everything led here —to this." sin- turned her head slowly, not raising It. and looked at him. her scorn dull and general only Incidentally for him Then her eyes went back to their staring before she said, her voice frankly husky. "This Is sIL" Crack followed him out the door, was following him down the hall out side as Hal heard the key turn the lock behind him. So she was ready to move as soon as they left. To do what? he wondered. Read, go to sleep, take up-her staring again? As if it mattered! "Listen," said Crack, a perverted intimacy struggling In his voice. “I'll tell yon what I'll do. I'll—" * “You'll shut up." said Hal and turned Into his room, locking the door behind him lest he anticipate everything by throttllfig Crack's little life out of him there in the dark halt z l-_ CHAPTER IX Tuesday When daylight began to heat the sky outside, Hal still lay awake and sweating on his bed, with only his coat off. He had meant not to dose, so that Crack, In the next room, shouldn't have a chance to send his telegram without Hal's knowing IL He couldn't think of Barry except as be had last seen her—golden head a little bowed, staring ©ver her satin knees into the corner. And though he kept putting the dark portrait from alm. be found himself later regarding it again. Intently, without knowing how it bad come back, or why. Then the light was broader over the wide street He beard the creaking of Crack's bed next door, light steps, snd then the running of water. Crack wouldn't send the telegram now before he found an open office somewhere. In Las Vegas probably, where—with luck —they would eat breakfast With luck? What did so alight a thing as luck on the road It did. There was Sister Anastasia and her serena, beautiful acceptance of eorroar. She counted m st in .his day, n~ R IteMlhe glare and d*F»ie of bis

Hal washed without refreshment Mid went down to unlock He found the inside door to the deserted lunchroom open, so he bagged oranges for Mrs. Pulsipher, leaving a quarter in the dish where they'd been. And he sat on the running board eating one of them when Kerrigan came down, brown eyes bright In a combination of greeting and alertness for signs of news. “Don’t look as If you'd slept well," he said, his voice dubious in disappointment "Plenty." said Hal. “Wasn't as tired as I expected." Hal watched him, tasting—still through that Internal numbness — his rich affection for the quick, kind eye. the tough cheeks with their labyrinth of minute red veins, the straight lips with their implication of readiness and gusto. Then the Pulslphers came out. not wholly awake but bustling In tandem already. Then came Crack, his bag in one hand, golf ball loose In the other; be pushed the ball nervously into his side pocket as he made his Insecure good morning to Hal. And after him came Sister Anastasia and Barry. The cool peace of the nun's face was softly animated in the prospect of this last day between her and her brother, and Hal knew Barry hadn't told her anything. Barry, simply groomed as ever in her crease less tallleur, gave him acknowledgment of nothing—nothing. The defensive mistrust of the journey's start was In her brief look; no suggestion of a smile framed her curt good morning; even Doc's lead was held short, as if to keep him from friendliness Rasputin put behind him the hundred and thirty-odd miles to las Vegas In less than two hours and a half. The telegraph office was across and down the street from the place where l they stopped to breakfast. Hal .saw Crack's careless looking for It, w Li “Whan D’Vou Shove Off for Santa Barbara?" saw him find It and stand for an Indecisive moment before starting toward It. Hal drank orange juice and wolfed a bowl of cereal at the counter; It was natural enough he should pay his bill and saunter out to the street when Crack returned. In the telephone booth next door, he called the. telegraph office, and putting a shade of fiat slowness tn his voice, he had the girl accept him promptly as the person wbo’d just handed In a telegram for Frederick Ireland, in New” York. Hal Mid; “I'd like to make It clearer In that part where it says he ‘claims he Is your son account trouble which will explain after you wire . . I want to say, 'Claims he is your son because asks credit for five hundred dollars to cover expenses Including transportation to San Francisco stop.* After that It goes on the same: 'Wire Martin CraclL Grand Hotel* and what you've got there." Hal went back with a certain small, grim elation to look at Rasputin's oil gauge. Poor old Pop; free, honest anger for a little while wouldn't hurt him much, wouldn't be new to him; and his prompt denial of parenthood would give Hal more time In Los Angeles. When his numbed mind began to re spend to old disciplines. It might try to tell him that the Idea of hla—Hal Ireland**—taking the soft throat of another human being in his hands and extinguishing the life that breathed there—that it was fantastic, preposterous. Could reason attack this certainty that he would be alone with Crack, that he would find him in a room composed of the several shabby rooms in this Journey, and close the door carefully behind him. and lock it, and be alone with him? Once there. In ths cool posaearioa of his faculties, could reason find him an alternative to—to— Would Crack, dead, still look old-fashioned and tidy. Indolent and secret, sexless and immature, subtly and slyly hateful? If you beat a basking viper dead tn the dust with a stick, it didn't look pitiable at all, surely. silent presence did not oppress him; premonition was th# CCMM&tIMM* ■

of an Item of memory. Now It was Crack who could be uneasy; It was Hal who had the secrets. He felt It secret to himself—his certainty that they would finally be alone; and It must stay secret, immune from a personal fury that could give Crack formless warning of danger. For If Crack vanished, dipped indolently away with the sly, drowsing triumph returned to his eye, Hal was obsessed for the rest of his life by the thought of that unbeaten evil, alive soniewhere. gloating, gating him. ’ Would he see Barry after that? Would he look at her and remember things? Perhaps, but It couldn't get into his mind now. They stopped at a lonely station to be sure of gas, oil, and water. Later, an unassuming fingerpost pointed the way to Death valley, off to the right. Hal heard the flat echo of the name in him and wished drearily for relief from these long, long stretches of the baking road. There must be an end to It; there must be an end, too. of this dull inability of his to see Barry except as she had sat on the bed the last night, staring, everything between them sullenly dismissed. California welcomed them officially ■ J at Its agricultural quarantine station, where the luggage had to come down off the roof and be opened for an inspector. Dropping the bags to Kerrigan and Crack, Hal didn’t resist the temptation which the last two offered. "That—" he said to Crack in a voice casual enough, .but plainly audible: "that's Kerrigan’s, and that”—when Crack reached for it—“that’s your wife’s." He knew Barry wouldn’t turn; but Sister Anastasia and Kerrigan both looked up at him as If he had cursed, and he had to drop his eyes to hide deep self-disgust A cool mist drifted up the Cajon Pass to meet them; and lower down the smooth concrete turnings they had a vista of the square-laid streets of San Bernardino, the low California bungalows, and the ranks of feathery eucalyptus. Hal didn't care why it seemed exciting to be so nekr the end' —the end of a Journey which once he had thought would be all tedium and then resolved should be careless holiday. After It was over he might begin to know what had happened to him, but there was nothing exciting about that. In the middle of Mrs. Pulsipher’s statistics on the thyroid Hollywood ladies took to keep their figures, John broke into frustrated sounds. He snapi>ed his fingers In a moment ana said, “It-tit-tit-tit said that way—that way. It-tlt-tit —" Hal half turned toward John with a feeling near absolute tenderness for I him and said: “These darn signs seem to point In any direction for Los Angeles. What place Is this, d’you know?” "Pasadena," said Crack warily. "You can run out to Hollywood this way If you want." And he added, the insinuatlon his voice unsure of Its own "Hynes*. "Whyn" you drop—us off there Mt the wv’ "Do that,” said Hal briskly. It awed him a little to think again what might happen if Crack used that “us" when they were alone. Guiding Rasputin to Crack’s directions, Hal made a final attempt to fancy how It would be —to put Barry’s bag down on the sidewalk and leave her there with her husband. Something might move and give him a remembrance other than the fixed image of last night. It might be the last time he saw her. Some little thing should happen, must happen, to show him where he was. But it was nothing. Hal, on the roof, heard the good-bys said below him and saw Barry go a little apart with Sister Anastasia, write something on a slip of paper and give it to the nun before she kissed her. Her blue eyes came slowly to his, the hostile, unremembering screens fixed against him. Perhaps she watched an instant longer than suited her negligence, but that was all. He knew she wouldn’t speak; and he looked away first, bending over to take Doc’s muzzle In his hand and shake It gently. ** ’Bye. poodle," he said. And then he was watching the ingenuous, unsurprising grace of her boy’s stride take her away, beside the terrier’s bright trotting. And this might be the last he ever saw oj her! Good G—d, why did that still mean nothing? - • • • • • • • The room was nondescript snd comfortable and in shirt-sleeves by the window, swept his paper down when Hal came In, smiled a faintly disturbed welcome, and said. “Well, here we are. When d’you shove off for Santa Barbara?" “In a while." said HaL "She’s seeing a priest who knows her brother—what's on his mind, how he is and all You knew her brother was dying? He is. That's why she’s in a rush, bless her good heart. She's going to call up when she's ready. When do you have to be on the Job, Colonel?” he asked. “The End of the Trail?" he said, his eyes barely livened for a moment. “No hurry. Any time this month." Hal watched him consider an opening for what he had to say and carelessiy thought to head it off with: "Colonel, U you got the chance to round out your collection of experience. how would you do your man in? Knife, 1 mean? Or gun? What?" “Would depend," Kerrigan said cautiously. “Why?” “Interest," said HaL "Interest" A had poke; try something else, quick. (TO BE CONTINUED) Resolotios»» io Congrest A Joint , resolution, says the Wash Ington Star, differs from a bill only in a technical way, and has, whoa passed, the force of law, and is, therefore, subject to veto. It should be noted, however, that proposed constitutional amendments do not require the President's signature. These are often made In the form of joint resolutions, and In that case need not be presented for signature. A concurrent resolution deals with matters pertaining to both houses of congress, but is Wm*> ly an expression of congressional opinion, and as such has no legal effect and need sot be presented to the Prea-

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Little Lights on LIVING SB I By MARIA LEONARD Dean of Women, University of Illinois © Western Newspaper Union. THE ANGEL OF MICHELANGELO RETURNING home one sundown ! r ’*om his work on the Vatican In Rome. Michelangelo saw a discarded piece of marble lying on the roadside. He called two workmen to help him lift crd carry It to his home. He overheard them say to each other as they left, pocketing the coins he gave them: “That old stone isn’t worth a lira, what can he want with it?" j The stone lay untouched days tn the artist's studio. One night when weary, his head resting on his hand, he sat dreaming until a wee late hour. A small angel, pure and white, came to I hiiu, bending with outstretched sympathetic hands, as if to relieve his fa- i tigue. He reached out to touch her, she was gone, a fleeting visitor. He arose, went to his sculptor's table upon which the discarded stone lay, and worked the night through. As the dawn streaked the sky, with light that ‘ early morn, another angel came to earth, small, pure and white, bending with outstretched sympathetic hands as If to relieve the fatigue .of the world. This visitor was not a fleeting one, for It had come to stay, chiseled by the master touch of Michelangelo from the discarded piece of roadside marble. It can be seen today In one of the great galleries of Europe. There is a potential angel In every life. Even tn those Ilves that have been discarded by human society, like the piece of marble Michelangplo found on the roadside. It takes the master touch to bring It forth. How often a life Is reformed by the remembrance of a mother, or perhaps a father's word awakens the soul of a wandering boy. The great lesson In this story Is for parents—they are the sculptors of human life. It Is for them to chisel the angel of character In their child in the tender 'growing up years and see that It grows as he grows—a strong, domi- I Dating force. I cannot help but feel , if all our criminals had had the master i touch in their lives In their childhood, where sin is not, their paths would be greatly divergent from where they , now are. Were 1 an unbeliever, thank God I am not, I believe the most serious obstacle to my unbelief would be the redeeming power of God in man’s life. He never falls in his achievement of chiseling the angel out of a discarded life IT we but permit him, g,o matter how long It has lain discarded by the roadside. • * • INSIDE BRACES THE story Is told of a certain senitor who voted for a measure unfavorable to the best interests of the people. Met by a friend the next day he was asked how it happened, as m-ny people had placed all confidence In him. He replied In a poor effort at defense. "The outside pressure was so strong." His friend laying his hand on his shoulder looked the senator straight in the eye, and inquired, “Where were your inside braces?". The whole world is insecure at the present time because of the lack of inside braces. During the last three years of financial uncertainty many contributing causes have been recounted as reasons for the world’s unrest, but slowly, very slowly are a few of our country’s leaders, men tn public life, coming to one qentral cause of the world's greatest need. They have gone back to other earlier crises of our country, to the dominating thought and convictions of some of our earlier leaders who were passing through deep , tribulations, and are finding out what I Inside braces carried them through. ’ Their inside braces were character and religion. , Contrast this with selfish graft and greed in some high places today, and , one will find real reason for our conn- ; try’s Insecurity. Because the outside ; pressure was so strong for some, oth- ‘ ers have lost life savings and homes. | America’s God of the last decade has been gold, a different goal from the founders of our nation. Let us see what some of our early statesmen lived and believed. George Washington said, “It is impossible to govern the world without the Bible." Andrew Jackson, sensing the great truth later as President of our nation, once remarked “That book, sir." pointing to the Bible, “is the rock upon which our republic rests.” It Is said, when all of Abraham Lincoln’s cabinet disagreed with him in the most critical time of our country, realizing he stood alone, he withdrew to pray for fear be might be -wrong. Abraham Lincoln said of the Bible. “1 believe that the Bible is the best gift which God has ever given to man. All the good from the Saviour of the world Is communicated to us through this book." Coming to our present day—Secretary of Agriculture, Mr. Henry A. Wallace, has written a new book on “Statesmanship and Religion." Perhaps the need for the character and splritua' strength of our early statesmen is slowly being recognised. If character and religion again become the sovereign interests of America, she will not need to fear about her inside braces when the outside pressure becomes no strong. “VcMOm** “Vodka” la a dlstDied alchMlc drink, termed “a harsh, noxious, fiery spirit,** containing about 40 per cent alcohol It la prepared mainly from rye. but also from a mixture of barley, oats and rye, from potatoes and from maize. The term Is also applied tn Russia to whisky, brandy and other alcoholic drinks. Best Test of Friendship "De big test of friendship.” said Uncle Eben. “Is de ability to quarrel and makt* on arin.”

Country Stores Keep in Line With Advances of the Nation

. Any thought that the coming first of rural free delivery and then of the automobile and the wider range the I automobile gives its? users has done . away with what city people call the “crossroads store” is discounted by a writer in the Nation's Business. This writer. Charles M. Wilson, sings > In high praise of the 225.000 IndeI pendently operated merchandising ’ establishments of the country, situated either at the crossroads or tn I villages of 500 or less, and, credits them with an annua) trade volume i varying from $3,000,000,000 to $4,000.000.000. That indicates very clearly that the country store has not been nor is It a dying Institution, in spite of our preconceived opinions that it t should have been on its last legs these many years of good roads and easy highway transportation. The crossroads and village stores saw to that by Improving their stocks and methods of merchandising and i meeting competition as competition | developed. So the scales were kept in balance apparently. The writer does not give any comparative statistics of country merchants now and before the automobile era and does j not discuss what the coming of rural lir ; 'll ■iiiiniiniT! ■; rumw' “Rose” Knitting Bag for Crochet Bv GRANDMOTHER Cl .ARK Any woman who does knitting would be proud to carry her work and materials in this extremely pretty' i knitting bag. The pocket when finished measures 10 by 13 inches and • is crocheted with extra heavy dark Mountain Craft crochet cotton. The design, as illustrated, is the popular I Rose design. Package No. 749 with brown crochet cotton includes illustration, complete instructions, also black and white diagram for easy counting of meshes. These Instructions and diagram will be sent postpaid for 10; cents. Complete package with Instructions, thread and proper size crochet hook will be sent postpaid for 40 cents Handles are not included. Address Home Craft Co., Dept B Nineteenth and St Louis Ave., St Louis. Mo. Enclose stamped ad- ' dressed envelope for reply when writing for any information.

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free delivery and the elimination of thousands of purely rural post offices may have done to the crossroads merchant He merely discusses the up-and-coming methods of country merchants that serve to keep them in line’ with the advances of the country at large. e Not that there have been no changes, for of course there have, in the last 30 years many unfit general merchandise stores situated along highways in the open country and at crossroads have no doubt folded up and their trade transferred to the nearest village. But the better roads and greater travel have also encouraged new ventures in retailing. Eating places and small groceries, filling and service stations have found their places along* the highways and new communities established, each much better and probably doing more business than the poorest of the old crossroads stores they replace. They had to be better and offer more service and variety or there would have been purpose in their erection. The 1930 census showed that there were r,549.168 retail stores in the United States, with net sales of SSO. 033,850.792 annually. Tills reflects the importance of the sixth of* the total that are to be found at the crossroads and in villages of 500 and less that are in competition with larger retail establishments and that are credited by Mr. Wilson with doing one-speteenth to one-twelfth ot the retail business of the nation. For they have to be good to make such a mark.—St. Louis Globe-Demo crat. Bright Student* Westminster college freshmen at New Wilmington, Pa., made these answers to a Bible test: The epistles were wives of the apostles. "Revolutions” is the last chapter in the Bible. Larazus is a city in Palestine. Independent He that would live happily must neither trust to good fortune nor submit to bad; he must stand upon his guard against all assaults, lie must stick to himself without any dependence upon other people.—Seneca.

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