The Syracuse Journal, Volume 29, Number 22, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 17 September 1936 — Page 3

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 17, 1936.

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DRAGONS DRIVE YOU By EDWIN BALMER , Copyright by Edwin Balmer Service

SYNOPSIS Jeb Braddon, young and fantastically successful broker of Chicago, Is infatuated with Agnes Gleneith. beautiful daughter of a retired manufacturer. Rodney, a doctor, in love with Agnea. visits hia brother, Jeb. Rod plane work at Rochester. Jeb suggests 1 that he make a try for Agnea before leaving. In Rod there la a deeper, obstinate decency than in .Jeb. Agnes believes to be happy, a girl must bind herself entirely to a man and have adorable I babies. Rod visits Agnes and tells her , of his great desire, but realises it can * never be fulfilled. Agnea* mother is at- ? tempting to regain her husband's love. : Agnea has disturbing doubts as to what ; attracts her father in New York. Jeb I tells Agnes ho Is going to marry her. ' and together they view an apartment in Chicago. Jeb asks Agnea to set an i early date, but she tells him shd can- ‘ not marry him. When the agent. Mr. Colver, offers to show them a furnished apartment. Jeb asks Agnes to see it < alone, saying ho must return to his j office. Agnes consents and Jeb leaves. A radio la blaring terrifically from one of the apartmenta Colver raps upon the door which is opened by a scantily elad girl, who draws Agnes Into the rcorn. Colver finds her husband, Charles Lorrie. fatally shot Ho calls the police. Myrtle Lorrie asks Agnea to phone Cathal O'Mara, a lawyer, to come at once. Agnes doe*. CHAPTER II “O’Mara’s got to get me out of this! He can get me out." Mrs. Lor ! rte assured herself, "if he wants tol . . . Yon stand by me I I’m Myrtle— Myrtle Stiver Lorrie. You call me Myrtle t You're Agnes." Agnes did not answer; she continued to step back away from the hands seeking her. She stared at the hands, white and soft and sensuous. and with scarlet stain on the nails; and she ; thought of one of those hands—the I right one—bolding a pistol, and that J weak forefinger, with its scarlet stain, ; pulling the trigger once, twice—three | times? Rome one rapped a demand for admittance upon the door; and Colver ‘ opened it. Three men had come, none of them in uniform; but they were the police. They stepped in, instantly the door was opened. The nearest man was the shortest of but he was tall enough; he was straight and alert-looking and I wiry. He was gray-eyed, and there was gray in his hair. Agnes had no need to be told that he was in command of the other two men, both bigger than be.-*ad younger. The last man in had quickly closed the door behind him, and be posted himself with his back against it; the other man advanced with bls leader. Agnes found that she had retreated. as they came in. or she had let Myrtle Lorrie pull her back to the center of the room; for she was standing there with Myrtle Lorries arms clasped tight about her. These police in ordinary clothes were looking at her—at her and Myrtle Lorrie. "You live here?" the gray man said to Myrtle. “You're the wife?" But the wife did not answer; an Agnes did. "Yes. she Uvea here; she's the wife." "Who are you?" "1 don't live here." said Agnea. "I just happened to come.in." “You mean you're a friend of hers?" "No". “How did you happen to come In?” “I’ll tell you." Colver now hurried to help her. "I’ll tell you. Lieutenant Dolega. I was showing hlr. and the gentleman with her. some apartments! I had them upstairs; then the gentleman bad to go; but she stayed. We heard the radio going in here; we knocked—” Colver’s quick. Incoherent words ran over each other, and Lieutenant Dolega let him go on. At the end, he asked one question: "-Where la It?" “Down there," said Colver; snd Lieutenant Dolega and the other man moved away. The man at the door had a notebook in his baud, and his pencil kept writins. Lieutenant Dolega and his man. who bad accompanied him, were walking very slowly. Would they never get there? Agnes pulsed with impatience. Tbe calmness, the deUberation of these police In ordinary dotbee, tantalised her. She watched them slowly proceed. studying tbe walls and the floor of the passage; -when they were out of right, she listened for some outcry such as Mr. Colver bad made. But there was none. They must have reached “it"—this girl’s husband, shot and dead upon the floor. They bad stopped and were stooping, probably, to see exactly what Myrtle Lorrle’s soft, sensuous band had done. How many times had she shot her husband? That petty, particular curiosity strangely plagued Agnes. How long they had been married. How long bad It been? Agnea had to ask It, though she spoke in that awful silence. “Howlong were you married?" It came out In a whisper. “Two years," Myrtle Lorrie whispered back. “My God. two years I" From the bedroom there came do word nor voice of any sort—merely a succession of alight, rasping. mechanicel sounds. Myrtle Lorrie could stand this no longer. She dragged herself up until she supported herself on her own feet; and she screamed. She convulsed her arms tighter, but her scream gave Agnes strength to throw her off. Agnes was free, and she staggered off from her, shivering. “O. K, Ulrich?” calmly inquired a voice from tbe bedroom. “Gy ry>t aheey

Some change glowed In Lieutenant Dolega’s eyes; and bls lips, when be spoke, moved less than before. His eyes noticed none of the others; from the moment be reappeared, he centered on Myrtle. “Well," he said, “I saw what's done. Who did ItF “I don’t know! I don’t know!" “Were you here?" “No; I came In I I tell you Hearne tn!" she was shrieking now. “1 came In; and there he was! Oh, my God, there be was!" “So what did you do?" “What?" “What did you dot You took off your clothes and turned on the radio and sat here." Dolega supplied. He spoke, almost casually, to Colver. “The pistol back there; did you pick It upr “Yes. str; I saw there were four chambers discharged; then I put It back right where it was." Dolega turned to Agnes. "Now 1 need your name." Agnes gave It If it meant anything to him. he did not betray the fact. "Where do yon live?" She told him. “Who was you with when you came?" Agnes shook her head: she would not tell. She was tn this, but she would keep Jeb ont She was In no condition to appreciate that this was Impossible. j There was a noise In the enter hall. Some one knocked In a sharp, commanding manner. “Hello. Ulrich." Agnes heard In the silence which ensued when tbe door was opened. Ulrich repeated a name which Agnes did not catch; and he admitted, with some deference, a man of me-

|Ol “Shut Up About Bert!" She Gasped, Barely Audibly.

dium height self-confident and half bald. He was altogether different from the first three. He was whiter and softer of flesh and wore tbe marks of education alopg with his authority. “Mr. Nordell.**-4>olega called him, and said to herr “Mr. Nordell is an assistant state's attorney.” “Miss Gleneith—this Is Miss Agnes Gleneith, Mr. Nordell—is a daughter of Robert C. Gleneith. She says, and be says”—Dolega jerked toward Colver—"that he was showing her a flat; and they just happened to come tn here. It looks as If it might- be so." “It is so," said Agnes; but fear foj herself had reached her at last ® "Ready to look at it?" Dolega asked the attorney. Agnes* eyes followed Dolega’s gray bead and Mr. Nordell's round, bald spot at the crown of his head as they went to the bedroom. It.was at this moment that she realized that they were not going to that room merely to see what was there, but that their purpose was to collect proof that Myrtle Lorrie bad killed her husband, so that they could have her killed—have her life. In her turn, taken from her. Her warm, soft, sensuous life that she loved so I Agnes gazed at her. buddled In her big chair, her sensations sweeping over her; she was frightened as she, had not been before. "When’s he goin’ to come?” she gasped at Agnes. “Oh, God, when’s he goln’ to come?" “Who?" said Agnea. “Bert?" For suddenly she remembered* Myrtle’s cry into the phone: "Oh. God, Bert!" Who was Bert, and what was be to her? Myrtle pinked from one of the hot flushes that swept her, and then went pale. "Shut up about Bert!" she gasped, barely audibly. "Where’s that damn lawyer of mine?" So It was not horror that swept her —horror at what she had done. That must have been in It, but chiefly it was fear, and her longing for life, for her own sensations to continue in her soft, warm body, no matter what she had done.. ’ There was a new knock at the door. It was not loud; the man was not striking with his knuckles. He tapped with a finger-tip which said: “Take your choice: admit me or take the consequences. Ulrich opened the door. *Tm coming in, Ulrich." Ulrich let him in; and his presence was like an alarm, calling Nordell and Dolega from the bedroom; and the fourth man (some one called him Jensen) followed them. So tbe three police in plain-clothes and the assist-

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Jeb—and Bod. Why did Agnea* mind suddenly flee to them? Her thought caught them only In a flash of comparison; for this man was of their age, with some quality like Rod —or like Jeb; which was it? She waa confused, responding to the new emotional tension. The feeling of conflict filled the room. These men were antagonists—one against the four. The one by himsel stood easily, but on watch. He was ->t on guard; for to feel one on guard, you feel him thrown back into an attitude of defense. It was the four who confronted him who, you felt, were on guard; be was alone, but It was he who would, at the opportunity, strike. Agnes did not begin to comprehend how her presence influenced everything that followed. It was her intrusion and tbe consequent involvement of Agnes Gleneith in tbe murder of Charles Lorrie that the case would turn upon. O’Mara had had nearly twenty minutes in which to appreciate that fact; and he had required not one—he had felt it immediately. "You’re quick on a case, O'Mara," incautiously Nordell cut at him. “If you were a surgeon, they couldn’t call you an ambulance chaser. You leave It behind. Did you start from your office after or before the shooting?" The tension in Agnes’ feeling tightened. So these men not only were antagonists, bnt they had fought before, bitterly and without forgiveness on one side, at least She took sides; she could not help It The man whom she had asked to come stood before the four and a little away from the wait Whatever' else he was. he was incomporable to any of them; his was the mold of another order of man. It bad shaped his head so that your eyes lingered looking at him—lingered on the line of his good lips that he kept shut lest he speak too soon, on the cleft of his clean-cut chin, on his fine broad brow and his bold black hair. He held his head with a little lift that you liked He stepped unhindered past the police and to the center of the room where Myrtle Lorrie clung to her refuge in her soft chair. _ “I’m O’Mara.” he said to her. “Did you ask for me?" She caught his hand, but he disengaged it “Did you ask Miss Gleneith to send for me?” "Yes. For God’s sake, save me, save me!” “I must find how things are. Meanwhile. you—" He spoke in a lower tone, swiftly, his voice continuing in definite, curt admonitions. But now Nordell and Dolega were beside him; there was a clash of words from which emerged a sudden truce. “I’m taking you out of this." Martin O'Mara said to Agnes Gleneith. looking down at her. “Not all the way out I’m sorry to say; we’ll be long before being through with you. But we’ve no need to keep you here, distressing you, when so many more must soon be coming." “Many more?” repeated Agnes, looking up at him. “Faith." be said, "faith, they’ve barely begun to come.” How gentle he could be, this best damn lawyer in town who could face off four men and lay down his own conditions of truce with them I The very way of his words was altered, when he spoke to her. No accent crept In; be spoke as before, but he let you feel, through the phrases that came to him unbidden, his closeness and accustom to plain people of ready emotion and sentiment, and simple speaking. , - “One thing we’ll be needing." he added. “It’s him who came with you. You've not named him, I hear; but it’s got to be. Who was he?" “Mr. Braddon." said Agnes. "JebJudson E. Braddon.” "You and he canoe here, I took it, not knowing these people." -No." “You came to look over these apartments. because you were marrying." "Yes,” said Agues, “because we were marrying." And this brought her back to that; she bad come here considering the idea of marrying Jeb; that meant becoming his wife in rooms like these upstairs. . . . She could never, never move into such rooms now. She looked at tbe girl in the big soft chair. "How could she do ItT’ she whispered her horror to O'Mara. He abook his head. “When such a thing is done, you don’t do It. No; you never do It," be said. “It’s your dragons you have in you that drive you to it.* “Your dragons? What do you mean?" “You know naught of them? . . . God has been good to you." (TO BE CONTINUED) Danish Farmar Government The farmers In Denmark are considered among the very best and most efficient in the world, and the Farmer party is in majority In the government, so whenever anything Is found to be harmful to agriculture, the government Immediately goes after that something, until it Is fully destroyed or eliminated, according to a writer to tbe Washington Star. 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Lesson for September 20 CHRISTIAN. LIVING LESSON TEXT—Romans t-l». GOLDEN TEXT—Christ liveth in me. —Galatians 1:20. PRIMARY TOPJC—How Jesus Wants His Friends to Act JUNIOR TOPIC—PauI Explains How to Act. INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC—What Is Christian Living? YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC —How to Live as a Christian. As a fitting conclusion to a threemonth study of the Spread of Christianity to the gentile peoples of Western Asia, we consider the teaching of the great apostle to the Gentiles concerning “ChristianLiving.” The early chapters of Patfl’s epistle to the Romans present the greatest exposition of profound Christian doctrine ever written. But even as it is true that the fruit of Christian living can grow only on the tree of Christian doctrine, it is equally true that the knowledge of Christian truth should result in Christian living. “Faith without works is dead.” Our lesson pointedly presents the true Christian life as being I. A Life Yielded to God (Rom. 12:1-3). A recognition and deep appreciation of the mercies of God leads to a yielding of body and mind in living sacrifice to God. If we are Christians our bodies are the temples of the Holy Spirit. We must not lend our bodies to activities which destroy their usefulness or hinder our service for God but rather yield the body with all itt abilities to God! But after all “it is the inside of a man that counts.” The presenting of the body in living sacrifice is possible only when there has been the inner transformation by the renewing of the mind. One cannot live physically without being born; it is equally impossible to live a Christian life without having been born again. The Christian life is yielded to God not only for its own peace and satisfaction, but it is to be 11. A Life of Service (w. 9-15). We are not saved by serving but we are saved to serve. In the first place the Christian serves the Lord. He abhors evil, but his life is not merely negative, for he cleaves to that which is good. He is not lazy, but diligent. His spirit is. aglow with zeal for God anfi his cause. He is full of joy and hope, patient under trials, a man of steadfastness in prayer. Such a man will not fail to serve his fellow-man. He will really love the brethren, not merely make a hypocritical show of loving them. He will seek the honor of others rather than his own glory. He will be given to the almost lost art of hospitality.- He will be ready to stand by his brother, in the day of joy or of sorrow. He will go even further, for he will bless those that persecute him. The measure is not yet full for we note next that the Christian lives— HI. A Life of Humility (v. 16). In these days when we are urged to assert ourselves, to demand our rights, to “succeed” at any cost, and when men are measured by their worldly achievements, it sounds rather old-fashioned to talk about humility, about condescending to lowly things, of not being “wise in our own conceits.” But humility is still the crowning grace of a truly Christian life. Those who follow the lowly Jesus, in fact as well as in profession, are still strongest when they are weak, and mightiest for God when they are humble. Note also that we follow a victorious Christ who calls us to IV. A Life of Victory (w. 17-21). It is possible to talk much about the victorious We—to discuSs it at length as a theological question—and have little real victory. Paul speaks plainly. The Christian is honorable in all things. He meets every obligation. He is a man of peace. He is not concerned with avenging himself upon one who has done him wrong. Spite fences, boundary disputes, family quarrels, are not for him. Evil is not to overcome him. God gives the victory. A great lesson, and one that we cannot study without some disquieting thought. Christian, how does your life and mine appear as they are held up to the mirror of God’s Word? Let us make a covenant that by God’s grace and power we shall go forward in real “Christian living.” Translators of the Bible I sometimes think there might be added to the Te Deum a new clause of praise, “for the glorious company of the translators of the Bible.” Their courage, determination and genius might well fill our mouths with praise.—Dr. R. F. Horton. A Human Being There cannot be a more glorious object in creation than a human being, replete with benevolence, meditating in what manner he might render himself more acceptable to his Creator by doing most good to his creatures.— Fielding. World and Its Glories Do not allow what people tell you cf the glories of the “outside world” to distress you. There to no outside world. Life is life, apd the world is your world. X Visions ol Better flLfe It to well to have visions of a better life than that <rf every day,

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