The Syracuse Journal, Volume 29, Number 14, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 30 July 1936 — Page 5

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CHAPTER Xll—Continued —2O He wiped his glasses, and went on. “rd written a cable ordering your arrest There didn’t seem much sense In sending IV I was stuck In Bad Nauheim. My son was locked np in the Tombs. You seemed bent on getting him , out It was a chance. 1 telegraphed ( Harwood to give you every possible aid. .' I told him to raise your salary, and I , signed a check for my wife to send . you. She didn't know that’you weren’t , her boy. and she didn’t know I knew I anything. Nobody knew. 1 kept my , • trout h shut and the wires busy. k i “Two weeks ago. I learned that you’d ( accomplished nothing and that the , date of the trial was set I went to my LI doctor, and he said I could make the (trip After I’d booked passage Hardwood cabled about the Morano clew. , Then I told my wife everything, and ~ came home.” • “To deal with me?” I "Yes.” Apparently that was all. Ridder had made his statement coldly, calmly, as j a judge might have spoken tn chargt Inga jury. The charge over, he waited ( again—so long that the pause became unendurable. Barry was standinglike a prisoner In the dock. After a ’ moment he said: "What are you going to do?” "Listen to yonr explanation.” “I haven’t any.” “There’s a police officer In the next room.” “Yes.” Barry answered. “1 felt sure there would be.” "Is there any reason I shouldn’t turn • you over to him?” “None thnt you don’t know abont.” He was as cold and as calm as Ridder. Two cold, calm mAn. looking at each other. Ridder knew everything. He knew what Barry had done for his son. and had “a police “officer In the next room.” Knowing everything, he waited until Barry could be of no further use and then sent for “the cops.” A hard man and a mean one. That was ■ that. "I’m not going to beg off. If that’s what you want.” Barry blurted. “You know what I did —” “I want to know why you did IL" “1 don't know myself." “Not’ “Na" “I think 1 do know." Ridder said. His glasses were still In his hand, and he was scrutinizing Barry through naked, narrow eyes. “Half a dozen people have been here to plead for you. One of ’era’s still here. To listen to them, anybody’d suppose you broke Into my house to do me a good turn. You didn’t exactly do that, did you?” “No.” Barry “The obvious thing seems to be that you broke in to help yourself. The servants arrived and mistook you for my son. That enabled you to stay on. Then my son’s wife appeared. You silenced her by nndertaking to get the boy off. That’s the story. Isn’t It?’ “Pretty nearly." “And then you remained to face me because you thought you could bluff your way out. That was the game, wasn’t It? Blackmail?” Barry was getting angry. It was unbearable; this hard, mean old man twisting his motives, incapable of admitting that a single one of them might have been honest Why should he remain silent? He was in for IL »nyway. “As a matter of fact." he found himself saying, “that Isn’t my game. The story you told isn’t my story. It’s [ merely what happened, with all the truth left out or It." “Theo why don’t you tell me the truth?” “You wouldn’t believe me. You couldn’t, because you couldn’t understand. I broke Into your house because I was cold, and wet, and hungry. 1 stayed, at first because I was nuts about « girl, and wanted to be near her. Then Peggy came—she's your daughter-in-law, you know—and told me her story. I was sorry for her. Terribly sorry. But, of course, you don’t believe thsL" “Why not?” ’’Because you knew the story, too. . You had ’em trailed all about Florida. You knew the fight he’d made, and she’d made for him, and yon didn't give a damn. ’1 haven’t got a friend In the world.' she said. ’Just a sick kid, and a bushand I’m strong for shut up In the Tombs.’ That’s why I stayed on In your house, using your name, to help her. At least. I think It Is. You don't You couldn’t You never felt sorry for anybody. You’ve got the truth now—the whole truth. Send for and let’s have It over." . The old man sat watching him. ' And then, suddenly, be thrust forI ward the paper he'd been reading I when Barry entered. I “How do ynn explain that?” be asked. I “What is Itr I “The wireless you sent my wife two days after you broke Into my bouse. J To make her think that you were her J son. When you wrote that, you’d never l seen Peggy. You didn’t know yon could k help anybody. You were perpetrating • a cruel hoax to stay on in my bouse, snd feather your nest Is that true, or . Isn’t itr 3 “It isn’t* l “Then why did you send that mear - eager • Barry didn’t answer. How could one answer-to that . hard, mean old man—*l sent it because I never had a mother, and liked • pretending that 1 hadr How could _ one say, -I felt sorry for her, too. I a wanted her to believe that her boy “ loved herr One simply couldn’t and so Barry remained silent The old man was waiting. “Go on." Barry saidL “Get your cop." “If I have you arrested, the cat's ) out of the bag.” i "1 don’t ret vou." "Every one’s going to know that the I man in my bouse wasn’t my son—that my s<m was la the Tomba."

Barry’s eyes flashed. •*You would think of that Well, go ahead; ring. My mouth’s shut too. I did this to give those two kids a break. I’m not likely to spoil it now, am I? Go on. ring, and let’s have it over." The old man’s hand descended upon the button. Then the big door opened, and a secretary entered. He glanced at Barry, and whispered to Ridder. “All right We’re finished." The secretary glanced at Barry again and left the room. With cold, calm eyes. Ridder indicated the door behind him. “In there," he said, rising and walking away. Barry looked after him. “Tough guy." Barry muttered quite audibly, quoting Peggy. His hand was on the knob now. “Tough guy—that bird.” Then he braced himself and opened the door. It was dark In the next room. Quite dark, after the dazzling sunlight of Ridder’s office. Barry closed the door behind him and stood trying to accustom himself to the new dimness. There was only one window here, and that heavily curtained. No way In or out except that by which Barry had coma A smallish board room, this was. for staff meetings. Barry made out a long table, with chairs about it and several file cabinets. Beside these, some one was waiting. The “cop”? Before Barry could answer his own question, the figure turned and came forward. Patricia. Patricia Hambidge. tn a blue tailored ensemble. Barry laughed. “Pat!” he exclaimed. “I thought you were a policeman.” “No,” she replied, grimly. “There’s one outside, though. My father warned 23$- w* ''V/fl T — OiM ZX-U .Vmb wci|w v ’Tv® Then, Pat Said, “I Love You.” you about Mr. Ridder but I didn’t think anybody could be as—aa granite as that old man." “You’re tellin’ me?” Barry grinned. “We’ve been at him ever since be arrived—his son. Peggy, father and I, Peter Winslow, bis own wife. We didn’t expect friendship to count —not after the way his paper went after father. But we talked reason. Peter, with his wife sick at home—Peter said you couldn’t’ve worked harder for your brother." “What was Ridder’s answer to that?” “’He bad to. This girl’—meaning p egg y_*Thls girl wouldn’t’ve kept her mouth shut if she hadn’t thought be was her one chance.’ “ ’Yes,’ Peter argued, ’but he was really working.’ “ He was getting a good salary for doing it And good clothes, and a good home, and servants he wasn’t paying for. I’d’ve worked in bis place.’" | "So my mother pleaded, too,” Barry reminded himself, swiftly, with curious satisfaction. Then he grinned again at having thought of that old man’s wife as bis mother. “I’d like to meet Mrs. Ridder," h< said aIo id. “I’d like to thank her And Winslow, of course, and all oi you." “It didn’t do much good.” Pat responded. “But Peter’s going to take your case, and fight to a finish. He says he’ll stay home from Europe, if necessary." “I don’t want to fight" Barry an-, swered. “Pm not exactly eager to go to Jail, but it looks as though I was booked for it And I don’t want to make any rumpus. That would only hurt Jack and Peggy. 1 want to wipe all this off the slate, and start fresh.” Pat nodded. -I know. You kept saying, tefs have it over.*" “Yon heard?" -Of course. I listened shamelessly." ‘“Did it matter so much to you?’ Barry asked. And then was sorry he’d said it "Wfe’ve all been tong on eavesdropping." be added, quickly. “Old Ridder, your father —" I “We’ve all bad good reason." I She was standing beside the tong table. “You asked If It mattered to me," I she said. “Don’t yon knowT* •Why should it matter?" “Don’t you know that?” “We’ve been good pals— * he began. i She was staring at him ftxedlv. “Don’t • talk nonsense," she commanded. > Barry Sht next to her. "Listen," he said. “You’re a lady—" She laid has hand an his arm.

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“I’ve only one question to ask." she 1 declared, “and I count on your answering. that honestly." “You can." “You said—to Ridder—l stayed, at first because I was nuts about a girl.’" “Yes." “Was that truer “Yes." “Who was she?" "I told you a motith ago." “Under considerable stress. And you never repeated it Are you still nuts about her?” She used the absurd colloquialism as gravely as though it were Shakes- i pearian English. An invisible hand clutrhed at Barry’s throat There was a lump there—something that had to be swallowed imm«diately. He felt an hysterical desire to laugh, or to cry. Then, “We won’t talk about that now," he said, calmly. “Why notr He couldn’t answer. “Was that pretense, too?" Suddenly, he couldn’t bear It “You know damned well it wasn’t" he burst forth, inexcusably. “You know exactly how I feeL You’ve always known. Everybody’s always known everything about me, it seems. Pm as much a failure at faking as I am at everything else. What’a the sense of discussing it now?” “This may be our last chance to discuss IL" They were both standing. Looking straight at each other. Then, Pat said, “I love you." “For God’s sake—listen—l’m the son of a ue’er-do-welt” "1 love you.” “I’m a bum and a vagabond." “I love you." “Before night I’ll be a jail-bird." “I love you." “Pat—” “I’ll wait for you,” Pat said. “And then we’ll both start fresh.” She was smiling now. “Will you marry me, Mr. Gilbert?’ For answer, he caught her up In his arms. He was still holding her when the old man came through the door. “Will you step in here, please?’ the old man asked, as unemotionally as though he had seen people embracing j one another in this board room every i day of his life. Without replying, Barry released Pat. Then he pressed her shoulder, reassuringly, and followed Ridder. At the big desk, Mrs. Ridder was standing. He recognized her at once, though she was younger—and prettier —than he had expected. “Forty,” Barry guessed, glancing at her wavy, dark hair, and then realized that she must be more than that She looked very much like her son, Barry thought Curious. That was the stronger strain, then, even though she seemed as soft and gentle as her busband was hard and domineering. She was a small woman, with plump arms, and tiny wrists and ankles. She had large, brown eyes, with shadows under them. They bad shown suffering, those eyes, though they were bright enough now. “Snappy,” Barry described them. “My wife,” Ridder nodded toward her, curtly. She came forward, her hand extended to Barry. “I want to thank you,” she said, quietly. Before Barry could answer. Ridder asked, “Why didn’t you tell me you’d left ail tiiis at Southampton?* “All what?” “Your accounts." Mrs. Ridder explained. “Evans gave them to me this morning, but I didn’t open the envelope until Just now. Then I brought it straight to Mr. Ridder." “What’s this mummery about paying yonr board? . • • Come in. Miss Hambidge.” (TO BE CONTINUED) Species of Swans Ornithologists seem to agree that there are but two species of swans native to the states; and both are pure white. One Is the whistling swan, the most common and often found In Great Lakes waters. The other is the trumpeter swan, a bird of the west which is almost extinct The whooping swan, another great white bird, was formerly abundant north of the Arctic circle and In Greenland but this bird is considered extinct The Australian black swan is much smaller than these three and is frequently confused wlta our common black brant The black swan is found only In xoos snd bird sanctuaries In this country, according to a writer In the Detroit News, and many persons when they observe them ’ think they are black brant Where Oil, Gas Are Found Many persons have the impression that oil and gas are found in great caverns under vast domes, in open spaces, hundreds or thousands of feet down. That is not the case. Both oil and gas are within rock, sandstone, limestone, or conglomerate that is highly porous, it to under terrific pressure, having been sealed to by some layer of impervious rock just above it annealed as it were. When a well taps that impervious roof, and reaches down into the sandstone, pressure is released at that point and the gas or oil filters through the rock toward a possible release. In time It comes flowing up. Whole areas in time go dr?- - Paris Has Flea Market In addition to its bird market horse marker diamond market and dog market Paris kas several flea markets. These were so named because their main sales were originally old clothes and rags, but they are jumble sales. A tour of the markets Is still considered one of the touriat thrills to Paris

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