The Syracuse Journal, Volume 29, Number 23, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 24 September 1936 — Page 5

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 24, 1936.

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SYNOPSIS Jeb Braddon, young and fantaatleally •ucceaaful broker of Chicago, la Infatuated with Agnea Gleneith. beautiful daughter of a retired manufacturer, Rodney, a doctor, in love with Agnea. visits hie brother, Jeb. Rod plana work at Rocheater. Jeb suggests that he make a try for Agnes before leaving. In Rod there is a deeper, obstinate decency than In Jeb. Agnes believes to be happy, a girl must bind herself entirely to a man and have adorable babies. Rod visits Agnes and tells her of hie great desire, but realises It can never be fulfllied. Agnes* mother Is attempting to regain her husband's love. Agnes has disturbing doubts as to what attracts her father In New York. Jeb tells Agnes ho is going to marry her. and together they view an apartment in Chicago. Jeb asks Agnes to sot an early date, but she tells him she cannot marry him. When the agent, Mr. Colver, offers to show them a furnished apartment. Jeb asks Agnes to see It alone, eaying bo must return to his office. Agnes consents and Jeb leaves. A radio is blaring terrifically from one of the apartments. Colver raps upon the door, which is opened by a scantily elad girl, who draws Agnes into the room. Colver linds her husband, Charles LorrlO, fatally shot. He calls the police. Myrtle Lorrte asks Agnes to phone Cathal O’Mara, a lawyer, to come at once. Agnes does. The police take charge. O'Mara arrives. The officers are antagonistic to bitn. Agnes sides with O’Mara.

CHAPTER 111 Agnes was out; she had passed that door; but the room and the apartment Inside it refused to be obliterated. It went with her; they all seemed to travel with her, though she only had been released, she alone had been helped away. She sat for a few minutes In the women's waiting-room of the Northwestern railroad station, where no one conld know that she. this afternoon, bad walked in on a murder. After a while, she went to a phone-booth and called her father’s office. He was not there, but his secretary grew almost hysterical when she recognized Ag--1 non' voice. “Where are you. Miss Agnes’" "At the station; I'm taking a train home tn seven minutes." The police had communicated with her father, end he had gone to find her. Finally she called Jeb; but he also was out seeking her. For news of the murder of Charles Lorrle was on the air; the announcer had said that Miss Agnes Glenelth bad discovered the murder. The wife of a man in Jeb’s office had picked this up at home not ten minutes ago, and had phoned her husband In the office; and Jeb had set out. Agnes sat tn the train where nobody knew. Nobody — yet But by night they would know; by morning all her world would learn that she had “walked In" on a murder while she had been looking for an apartment with Jeb Braddon. That meant, of course, that she was to marry Jeb. Marry, marry, marry, the rails ran again under the car wheels. She had selected a seat amid strangers; she leaned her head against the window and shut her eyes. See. You opened your eyes, but that room was there; Myrtle was there, reaching for her, clinging to her, forever clinging. ‘’lt" was down the hall, half in the bedroom; the husband whom Myrtle had shot, four times, after being his wife for two years. Agnes closed her eyes again. Who was Bert, and where was he? Myrtle's Bert. “Shut up about Bert I" Myrtle had begged. And Agnes bad omitted mention of him. Why? For the sake of Myrtle? Or of Martin O’Mnra? What did Martin O’Mara mean by saying -you" never do a thing like that, but your dragons drove you to it? What were, the dragons, which Myrtles soft sensuousoess might have known, but which Agues knew naught of, because God had been good to her? The train was stopped again, and It was at her station. There were her mother and Bee, and Simmons behind them. Ber father, it proved, had phoned to them from the city to meet ttrtT~~<ratn. They hurried ber home, where her mother, after learning all that Agnes could tell, offered to start ber off the next morning for the East and for Europe. “Your Aunt Esther win take you. I'll telephone her this evening." Aunt Esther was her mother's older slater, a widow living in Hartford. “I'd go with you myself, Agnes; but it is no time to leave your father." “No," said Agnes. “But I can’t possibly leave, Mother." “Why not?" -I'm a witness I must appear before the coroner's jury tomorrow, probably; then before the Grand Jury; and then at the trial." -I can’t Imagine it I" ber mother said. -But 1 have to." Jeb arrived before her father; he bad driven again from the city. Agnes bad him come to her room, where she remained. Jeb crossed the room In long, strong strides and seized her in his arms. ' She said no word but she pushed away from him. -What's the matter, Glen?" he overpowered ber again. *1 love yew uo; and I left you to walk Into that- ben I love you sol" "Lover Agnes repeated as much to herself as to him, looking up at him. "Do we tore. Jeb? ... Or what Is It we feel tor each other?" He held ber only tighter. "I know." be said. -You’re mixing x» up with them. Don't 1 . . Oh, 1 wish to God *a* BXAJP&Q WluJ JvU. -You didn’t, Jeb ... Tm glad." It was nearly midnlxht and after

-You’re not to blame, Agnes, little Light One," be repeated, petting her hair. “It was bad luck; that's all. But why In the world did you phone for that lawyer?" “O'Mara F said Agnes. “I wish you hadn't done It" ” “Why?" “It aligns you with her —and him." -Does It?" “She won’t go away," her mother returned to ber own remedy In the emergency. ’’She insista that she can't leave at all." “That’s true," said her father. “At least" said her mother, “you’ll not go back to New York tomorrow. Bob?” “Were you going tomorrow. Father F He looked at bls daughter, who had walked In on a murder that afternoon. **Yes." he said. “Why?” she asked him, as never she would have before. “Business, of course. Light One." What was Father doing In New York? How could be do It? He, who had been so happy with Mother —so completely happy — during all those eleven years In the house on Easter Lane. But they were passed—as two years had passed In that apartment which she had visited, where Myrtle bad shot her busband. How could she have done It? She didn’t do It; not the bride who had married him two years ago and once had been happy with him. Father —Father, who had brought Mother as a bride to the honse on Easter Lane—that father was not doing what Father was doing against Mother today. -When such a thing Is done, yon don’t do It," iMartin O’Mara had told her. “It's* year dragons you have In you that drive you." Were the dragons of desire that fed on Myrtle’s soft sensuousness, also afflicting Father? Agnes lay long awake. If she conld, by willing It, obliterate ber hours In the apartment so that never they could touch her again, would she do It? No. she knew. No. Who, having passed from Innocence, would return to It again? Who. having encountered him. would obliterate from all her life ahead, Martin O'Mara? Who was he? Who—what wife or what other woman — might now be awaiting him? Twenty miles away tn the city a woman was awaiting him at that hour, though It was long after midnight She was at a window beside the door of a little frame house, and she watched out with the shade up from the window. She watched for him and listened hour after hour, eagerly but not Impatiently or critically. She lived for his coming, whenever It might he. She was Blight but straight and strong. Five foot two, she stood, a little mother of big men; for both her son# had been a full foot taller. “And here Is the likes of me," she’d say, “outlivin’ the both Iv thlm. And their fayther. But please, God. let me nlver bury him." Him—none like him. to ber; not even her own sons, or her own man. whose memory never failed ber. Him was ber grandson. Cathal Martin O'Mara. And little as she was. and old as she was. —nearing two and seventy.—you could see resemblances between them. He bad his good hands from belt ami much of the strong, sensitive modeling of his head. His hair was like hers, fine and straight and abundant. He had his blue eyes from her, even to the sparkle to them; and much, much more than can ever he told. And It was through ber that be had the event which, of all elements that entered into his making, most affected Maa. She had seen It with her own eyes; and as soon as be bad become old enough to understand, she had beroelf related it to him; The tenth of July, it was, In eighteen ninety-three; and the lake shore along Jackson park was white with the great fine World’a Fair buildings. And this day was fine, and the Fair was full crowded to the turnstiles. She was seeing the Fair on that fine day, was Winnie O’Connor O'Mara, wife —and proud of him—of Cathal Martin O'Mara, of Engine Company Number Two. Few bad been the fires at the Fair, and none that did either hurt or damage. But thia day waa up tor It There were the white, tall towers reaching up to the blue skies, and none of them nearer to heaven than the tower of the Cold Storage building. And It was the bulk below that caught fire on thia fine afternoon: It wasn’t the tower at ail. at the beginning. The alarms went out; and the fire companies came by. their fine strong horses running, and their big gongs beating. “Play away, Two! Play away, One! Play away. Company Eight! Up with ye. Chemical Fourteen!" And up the men went to the root, from roof and from ground playing their streams on the building. But the fire waa full blazing and leaping; and It licked up the water that reached it; and more of the water fell abort. “To the tower I” shouts Fitzpatrick —him that was captain of Engine Company Two, and assistant chief of battalion. -To the tower with the water, and play on from above! Who’s up to the tower with me!" And be set foot tor ths climb. And twenty good men—the good of

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Sure it was a sight From the Court of Honor, from the Manufactures exhibits, from the Art Galleries, from the Midway and all the shows between, the people came crowding to see. Thousands and tens of thousands of them. Faith, pushing at the fire* lines that day was a city of people. For the fire , kept on gaining. The water from the tower, like the water from the ground, was nothing to it The blaze, it ran on top the roof; and that was not so bad. for that the men on the tower could see. But the flame. It ran along under the roof; and that they couldn't see till It broke up from below sudden on all sides at once, and cut off the tower entirely. One man. —John Davis, of the Midway company,—be saw it the second before it burst up; and he hugged the hose-line and came down; and he reached the roof and ran over it before it all was blazing. But scarce was be down before the hose he rode was burned away; all other hose to the tower was burned away; and the lifeline like them. Twenty men—the even score of them—stood at the top of the tower, the blaze all about below them. One hundred and ninety-one feet from the ground, they stood; seventy above the roof blazing all about below them. And God alone could help them. Winnie O’Connor O’Mara—she was thirty-five years old that month, and her sons were twelve and fifteen, but neither were there to witness the deed of this day—Winnie O’Mara, wife of a fireman, got through the throng to the fire-lines. -Who’s them on the tower, can ye tell me?" “Fitzpatrick, assistant chief of battalion.” “That I know; can ye name some that stand up there with him?” Cahill of Company Eight, I hear; Bill Denning of One; Lieutenant Freeman. One; Garvey; and Breen of Chemical Fourteen; O'Mara of Two; Nat Howard—” “O’Mara, did ye say, of Engine Company Two?" ‘ O’Mara. Yls; 1 hear be went up—* “He would!” “Lord save ye. Is he yours? Do ye know him?" -Yes; 1 know him." Then she saw him on the tower; she knew which, of the score of men beyond all human help, was he that was hers. They crouched, for shelter from the heat of the flames below, on a bit of a balcony near the top. There, if the tower burned fast, they bad ten minutes left them; at best, maybe twenty—bare minutes of life to those fine strong men that stood In the sight of all and must die. And they, best of all, knew it, as they looked down, the twenty of them. And It struck all to silence. Higher the blaze burnt, and hotter. Faith, you could feel it hot on the ground where you was thrust back by the fire-lines. What was it to them on the tower! But no shame showed there; there was not a coward among them. All could see on the tower a man shaking hands with his fellow beside him. Farewell between men. It was; and another gave his hand to hlmf Then the form of him hung tn the air over the flames. For a flash of second, he seemed to stand In the air; for your heart bad stopped for him. Then be came down. He’d taken his choice and jumped; and Into the blaze be went, to the end of him. Now a second shook his fellow's hands; and be jumped. Theo they stopped that Some one on the tower had found a length of Ufe-llna. Like enough, they’d spliced some poor pieces together. They let It down but only to see it burn off. Yet twenty feet of line hung down from the shelf; It may have been twenty-five, but the end of It burning. One came down the rope to the end—the hands of Mm snuffing the fire where the hemp was burning. He swung a Mt on the rope, and those above tried to swing him out; so now you could see the dream of them. There was a spot on the roof below, which waa not yet In flame, and the plan was to swing him at It He let go and dropped. And ths rope, where bls hands had been, caught fire again. A fourth came down; and Ms fellows above swung to help him. He dropped, and there was the rope afire again, and each time shorter. Wbo'd be next? On that tower there was no man that shamed bimaelf. not one! “Ye go! Hi wait! ... Ye go!" ye could see them saying. Fitzpatrick, be had to order them; and all could see him do It. as they came down, one by one, each snuffing the flame from the rope as he hung and swung; and dropped—and then the line caught fire again. (TO BE CONTINUED)

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