The Syracuse Journal, Volume 29, Number 26, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 15 October 1936 — Page 2

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SYNOPSIS Jeb Braddon, young and fantastically tuoceeaful broker of Chicago, ia Infatuated with Agnes Gleneith. beautiful daughter of a retired manufacturer. Rodney, a doctor, in love with Agnes, visits his brother. Job. Rod plans work at Rochester. Jeb suggests that ho make a try for Agnes before leaving. In Rod there to a deeper, obstinate decency than in Jeb. Agnes believes to bo happy, a girl must bind herself entirely to a man and have adorable babies. Rod visits Agnes and tells her of his great desire, but realises it can never bo fulfilled »Akhm' 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 he to going to marry her. and together they view an apartment in Chicago. Jeb asks Agnes to set 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, saying ho 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 clad girl, who draws Agnes Into the room. Colver finds her husband, Charles Lorrte, fatally shot He calls the police. Myrtle Lorrlo asks Agnes to phono Cathal O’Mara, a lawyer, to come at ones Agnes does. The police take Charge. O’Mara arrives. The officers are antagonistic to him. Agnes sides with O'Mara. Agnes is to boa witness at the coming trial. Cathal a grandfather and father had lost their lives tn the line of duty as city firemen, and his grandmother. Winnie, has built her all around Cathal. who, being ambitious, had worked his way through law school and, heeding the appeal of the desperate and the despised cause, has committed himself to the defense of criminal cases. Thoughts of Agnes disturb Cathal. Mr. Lords had cast off the wife who had borne him his daughter to marry Myrtle and after two years of wedded life she had killed him. The coroner’s jury holds Myrtle to the grand jury. Agnes promises O'Mara to review the case with him.

CHAPTER V—Continued "They told about Bert in the papers this morning.” Agnes suddenly said, surprising him. “Yee.” said Cathal. “Because I told them. I told the Grand Jury yesterday." “Did you?” said Cathal, and watched her flush up to the roots of her fine, straw-yellow hair. She had on a simple blue dress (the same. It was, which she had worn for Rod); and In It she delighted this man too, though she was not thinking of him now. “If I hadn’t, wouldn’t they have Indicted her?” He laughed, reassuring her. and she sat back. “You’d nothing to do with the indictment; and they knew about Bert, but they didn’t know he’d called her at the flat while you were there with her." “Did you know that?" asked Agnes. “Certainly; she told me.” •Oh!” Her mother stirred herself. How familiarly ber daughter had been conversing with this criminal lawyer 1 “You have just referred t° your cUent. I presume,” she said to CsthaL “Yes.” Suddenly curiosity caught ber against ber Intention. “Does a woman like that tell ber attorney all the truth about herself?” “Some do,” said Cathal “Did she?" “She told me about Bert—and ber relations with her husband. He knew It; and he knew about Bert—that Bert was la love with ber. and she was to love with Bert. She’s much like any other woman; and be was just a bus band who’d made for himself too much money. Ts your daughter had happened to pass that door la the morning. Instead of the afternoon, she’d have seen a husband and wife like enough to a million others. Tls the way with a crime like murder—especially murder, Mm. Gleneith. It springs from nothing unusual Just from the most usual things in the world, it comes from —the most human impulses poshed a bit further." “Wbat are you talking about?" •The life all of us are living.” Cathal replied, without breaking his calm. “And when one suddenly stops living It, from being shot by his wife, others can see plainer, perhaps, what they’re up to. Take Charles Lorrle and his first wife—and his second who shot him: There’s nothing strange la the three of them from start to finish—except the length to which two at them went with their topulses." •Which two?” Agnes heard ber mother ask. “Lorrle and Myrtle—who, after he’d east off her that bore bls daughter to him. then married him. He started his trouble by what be did; yet he was following only the commonat impulses of men la middle life." “What impulse do you mean?" Infidelity r “Infidelity to the kindest form it takes." Cathal said. •KMhrt!" •At toast," saM Cathal, “sometimes. The wife—the real wife—more often gets him back, if she wants him. But Lorrie, when be fell under the delusion of the middle-aged man making money, didn’t become unfaithful He divorced his old wife, instead, and bought him a younger one" “What do you call the delusion of too middle-aged man making uioaej T~ Agnes beard her mother press him on. “Their imagination that, marrying again, theFß have again their youth—and that they can buy both body and soul of a woman. Os course, Ith too uinncy does It to them." “How doos ton money Am M to themr Was her mother awarA Agnes wondered atonst aghast, whet she w» bm

Cathal answered the mother as though he noticed nothing of her Intensity, "tfe makes only more money, though growing older. It seems a sign of strength, greater Instead of less with his years. His wife, she finds nothing in her doings to deny her years for her. Spending money doesn't do it You got to make it It’s making money that gives proof, which the wife can't match, of fils greater ability and attractions.** “Attractionsl" Beatrice Gleneith repeated, and Cathal caught a twitchlike wince, so he said quickly: "Lorrle knew better—but they all do. He knew it was his money, not him, that Myrtle had to have. She married him for it. “And she could have got away with It, and so could ha and been satisfied. if he hadn't been happy to his marriage before. It was that which proved the death of him—that once he’d been happy!" “How?” breathed Beatrice. Cathal confronted her. “Have you not known happiness?” he said boldly, and waited for no answer. “Then how, having bought her with money, could he have with her the full of it? "She sold herself body and soul to him, did Myrtle, whom your daughter walked In on. Mrs. Gleneith. She tried to deliver her soul as well as her body to him; but the soul wouldn’t deliver. Something sees to that.” He stopped, and Beatrice Gleneith remained standing, waiting for him. "But Charles Lorrle would have soul as well as body, having paid for it Poor as her soul was. he would have It. Once he had a wife, body and soul, you see; so he was spoiled for less. And then there was Bert So he began to beat up his young wife Myrtle. A trifle before two o’clock on that day. when later your daughter had the 111 luck to be looking about the building with Mr. Braddon, Charles Ixirrie went too far. . . . There were certain bruises and contusions on Myrtle which your daughter, placed as she was with Myrtle, could not have failed to see. So I must make sure of the manner of her memory of them, and some other items of evidence.” Agnes told him: "The morning after the—after we were in that apartment, and I read the newspapers here. I wrote down everything that I knew I’d done. The papers printed some things I didn’t see and didn’t do. And they didn’t agree with each other.” “No.” said Cathal. “Have you wbat you wrote?” “In my room.” And she arose. “I’ll be right back.” In her room she bent before ber desk, and pulled out the drawer containing her own Intimate, sentimental miscellany. She remembered now. when she had started to tuck in with this medley the record of her meeting with Myrtle Lorrle, she bad stopped, restrained by the feeling that this memorandum was utterly alien and contaminating to the other contents of the drawer. But she had no safer repository; and so she had thrust It under the other things. She withdrew it with no such exaggerated offense at its otter strange nesa. Myrtle. Into whose life Agnes Gleneith had stumbled, was no woman apart. This evening, in New York, might ber father be seeking some counterpart of Myrtle? And what of Jeb twenty years from now, or sixteen years or much less. If be exhausted bls happiness wjtb her sooner? How, actually, bad Jeb offered him self? He’d give ber all; and she’d give him aIL Together, while their cup contented them, they’d tip it up and drain it to the last drop of mutual emotion. And then be would turn to some other woman? And wbat would she do? “I don’t know Glen; and neither do you. And 1 dont care—nor do yon—if we first have everything from each other.” But she did cars. She shifted in the drawer one of Jeb’s impetuous, exciting letters; and she touched for an instant, and almost with a caress, the envelope which Rod had addressed to her; and her mind clung to Hs quieter yet strangely stirring contents. She cloeed the drawer and took downstairs the paper which preserved her Impressions of that apartment wherein Myrtle had seized upon her. Cathal arose to receive from Agnes the paper she bad brought him; and be remained standing in the center of the room as be read. Agnes had dated the paper, and at the top bad written why she was recording. at that time, exactly what she had seen and heard and done; and why she had done what she bad. Cathal could catch its importance to his client and at the same time look th. jUKh this writing deep Into the revelation of the nature of the girl who was watching him read. How Impossible to dissemble when one writes upon a page! Cathal bad not seen Agnes* writing before; and he looked up from this page she had written, and realised as he had not, ber naivete. It multiplied in him the moat powerful a man’s instincts—most powerful la some men—to protect a woman tn her innocence. To protect? To possess her, that was. “God help you. Cathair Winnie would have cried with dread and fear for him, could she have seen him look ap, from Agnoa* menxwaiwtniw, to to her mind there lay between her daughter and thia lawyer aa unhrtdgCtMUKDCI wfeidi SImB COHld 1 Wb«

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the items of evidence. The fellow— Beatrice Gleneith decided —was not offensive ; on the contrary, he .had a knack of dealing with most delicate subjects impersonally. "You will make a good witness," Cathal said. - “For her?” said Agnes. “For whom else?” asked Cathal. “You’ll get her off!" Agnes realized aloud, as she looked at him. She liked him; she had liked him from the instant she saw him enter Myrtle’s apartment, where the police already were. The people in the courtroom would like him; the jury would like him. The tall clock in the ball surprised Agnes with its deep, booming stroke of five; the sun, unregarded, had cut its dimming radiance half across the room. It caught Cathal’s head, and Agnes observed that his hair was pot. as she had thought, black, but auburn of so deep a hue that only the direct sun brought out the red in it. He had very nice hair; and he had better hands, in strength and shape, than any other man she knew—except Rod. His eyes were as blue as Agnes knew her own to be. This lawyer had eyes that could be cool, competent, practical; and then you could catch him looking away like a dreamer, a poet “I’ll copy this; then that’s all Til need of you. now.” he said. “How did you get into your business?” Agnes suddenly asked him. "The law?" “I mean, defending women like Myrtle Lorrle." Finally he said: “I was offered what you would call a good start In a law-firm, after I was

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admitted to the bar, Miss Gleneith.' 1 be said. “It was with a firm you’d highly approve—knowing nothing but the name of the partners and the clients they serve. You know some of them—the clients’ daughters and sons. Some live along this lake shore, making their money—the men—in the eity. Your father’d know many of them. I’d done well enough tn law-school, and made an acquaintance that got me the offer of the job; but it wasn’t entirely me they wanted. It was more my connections." “Connections ?" said Agnes. “Mine, such as they were, which made me friends with some who bad Influence in fixing what others must pay to the support of the State and the city—in taxes. I could be useful. I found, in seeing real-estate assessments adjusted and taxes reduced to make properties more profitable for those owning them. I was to be used in the tax-cheating that was cutting the heart out of Chicago." “1 don’t understand," said Agms, watching him. “How would you? Don’t think me putting myself above them that were asked to do wbat I wouldn’t You see, I was stopped by a stake of my own which I have In the city." •You mean property F asked Agnes, wondering at his feeling. He shook his bead. “No. sot property. Nothing I own; merely a—S memory. At toast it made me thank them that offered me that job. and turned me to criminal tow —taking the case of the Myrtle Lorries. Shooting's cleaner." -Than whatF He was striking back. Agnes felt; but not at ber. It was st others whom be felt in some way associate-1 with her—and how closely, she won(TO BE CONTINUED) Dom as Ether Exist? “No experiment to establish toe ether can prove that I am right," Einstein is reported to have said when hto theory of relativity was first announced. “but a single experiment may prove that I am wrong.” Thus encouraged. at toast a doses experimentera have for years been trying to measure too velocity of light in too direction in which the earth Is traveling in Its orbit and again in a direction at right angtes. If toe elapsed time to greater in the first case we have definite proof at an ether “wind," or Therefore Einstein must be wrong. Thus far

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