Walkerton Independent, Volume 62, Number 12, Walkerton, St. Joseph County, 13 August 1936 — Page 2

Synthetic Gentleman I By Channing Pollock ■ Copyright ChannJnr Pollock WNU Service,

SYNOPSIS The Duke, Barry Gilbert, likable youth of twenty-three, jobless and broke, enters an unoccupied summer home In Southampton, seeking shelter from a storm. He makes himself at home. Dosing at the fireplace, he is startled by the arrival of a butler, Willetts; and a chauffeur, Evans. He learns that the ■on of the owner of the house. Jack Ridder, whom the servants had never seen. Is expected. He decides to bluff it out. His supposed parents have left for Germany. Next morning he is given * letter for his "mother." He opens it and finds a message from the real Jack, saying he could not come, and returning a hundred-dollar bill. The boy’s father had pensioned him into obscurity. Barry pockets the money, intending to return it later. He orders Evans to take him to Montauk, Intending to disappear there. On the way he meets Judge Hambldge and his daughter, Patricia. Believing he is Jack Ridder, she Invites him to dinner the following Thursday. Barry returns to Southampton, deciding to stay a bit longer. Mr. Ridder, Sr., through his newspaper, the Globe, accuses Judge Hambidge of taking orders from Tammany Hall in a condemnation proceeding. Barry meets Peter Winslow, prominent attornev. Winslow tells Barry that Judge Hambldge had Been an accident In which a woman was killed by a taxicab. At home Barry finds the wife of the real Jack Ridder awaiting him. Her husband is In jail in New York, charged with the murder of Mike Kelly, Tammany boss. The girl, Peggy, tells Barry how she had met Jack in Florida and married him, as Jay Rogers. Jack lost hfs job, and they went to New York, where she got work at the Cocoanut Bar. There she was accused of trying to pick the pocket of Mike Kelly, and was arrested. Her husband went to Kelly's to induce him to drop the charge. Later Kelly was found dead, his skull crushed by a decanter. CHAPTER lll—Continued —7— “That was a lucky break for you, - because. If he’d been here, he’d've had you chucked right out of the front door. Think, kid I He hasn’t spoken to his son for years. Paid him fifty dollars a week not to use the family name. And then a cabaret girl turns op to say she’s married the boy, and he committed murder — or was accused of it—because somebody caught her picking pockets In a night-club.’’ “It doesn’t sound good—the way you put it" “That’s nothing to the way he’d put It But he’s not here. And that’s not the best of your luck. The best of

your luck is that I am.” “Why?” “Because I can help you, and I’m going to. I am—if you’ll let me. If you'll let me go on being John Clarke Ridder, Jr.” “Oh, that’s the game. Is it?” “Listen. John Clarke Ridder, fake, can be the best friend John Clarke Ridder, real, ever had in his life. I can get Winslow to take your case. If he don’t know I’m a fake. I can get Judge Hambidge to use his influence, and that's plenty. I can get money from home, because I’m making good. Look—read that!” He darted across the room, and to the table drawer, returning with the letter from Mrs. Ridder. “Read it quick! ‘Any shock might prove serious. He must change his will.’ And he still reads the papers. All right. What if he does read about a bum, named Jay Rogers, that married a night-club girl and Is on trial for killing a Tammany boss. Jay Rogers don’t mean a thing. But, if he reads that John Clarke Ridder, Jr., did all this, on top of everything else he's done, what’s the answer?” “What’s the answer if he don’t?” “The answer then is that a noble young fellow, named John Clarke Ridder —and that's me—gets a whole lot Interested in an unfortunate guy named Jay Rogers. Why? Because he believes him to be innocent —that’s why. And, don’t make any mistake, • guy like Ridder believing it’s going to start a lot of other people believing it, too. I write my mother that I’ve got to have money to carry on the fight, and I get it, because the old man decides I can’t be so bad, after alt Maybe he gets his newspaper into the scrap—not for his own son, which wouldn’t help much, but for a stranger. Whether that happens or not. I’ll get a job and a lawyer, and use ’em both for you. I’ll use all the family Influence for you. And, when it’s over, and your husband’s acquitted. I’ll be in some position to talk to the old man for you.” “What if he isn’t acquitted?” “You’ve got to face that chance, either way.” Peggy looked at him with hard eyes. “You’re a pretty smart fellow,” she said. “Pretty smart —if you can tala me into keeping my movth shut while you get the money, and the position, and everything my husband ought to have.” “Will be get it if I don’t? Use . your nut, Peggy. What do I gain? If you spill the beans tonight, what good does it do you? And what harm does it do me? Maybe I go to jail for a few weeks. But it don’t get your busband out of jail, does it? This way might, and it’s the only way. Think it over.” “Will you answer me one question?” the girl asked. “Shoot.” “If you've nothing to gain, why are you doing this?” The Duke had been pacing the room. He stopped short now, and his clenched hands fell limp at his ■ides. “Damned if I know,” he responded. *And that’s the truth.” They could hear the clock ticking in the hall. Then it struck two. “All right,” Peggy said, at last. “I'm going to play it your way. Where do we go from here?” “I think you’d better go to bed," the Duke answered. “Here?” “Why not?” grinned the Duke. *You've got a whole lot more right here than I have. There's a guest-

room that Willetts always keeps ready.” i The girl hesitated. “What time can I get back to New York?” she asked. “There's a good train around nine o'clock.” “All right.” Barry opened a door the other side of the library, and switched on the ’ lights. “There you are,” he said. “All right.” “It just struck me,” he remarked. “You don’t suppose your husband might have given his real name?” “No. But that’s one reason I want to get back. You better come with , me, too. I think you're on the level, but I'm not so sure Jack’s going to 1 think so.” “O. K.,” Barry assented. “Breakfast at eight. Good night. Mrs. Rogers.” “Good night, Mr. Ridder.” She smiled, a wan ghost of a smile. Standing before the dying fire, Barry exclaimed: “What a damned fool I am!” and stuffed the letter into his pocket. The newspaper lay before him,* and, with it, he came back to the hearth. “Let’s see what it’s all about,” he said. The story filled the first page, and overflowed onto the second and third. Judge Hambidge’s eagerly-awaited decision was crowded into an upper corner of the fourth page, with a twocolumn picture of the Judge. There was no editorial comment. Evidently, there hadn’t been time for that yet “For some unexplained reason,” the paper said, “the murder was not reported to the police until nearly noon.” The body had been found by the Filipino servant shortly after eight that morning. Mike Kelly's skull had been fractured by a single blow with a heavy cut-glass whiskey decanter that lay close by, its contents still undisturbed. There was no sign of a struggle. The Filipino boy’s yarn was straight enough. Kelly had come home Just before eleven o’clock. He was a little drunk, the boy admitted. He had let himself In with his latch-key, and gone straight to the dining room, where he rang violently. The boy had responded, and got out the liquor and the glasses. Then a young man had called. His name was Rogers, the boy remembered, and he said he had

known Kelly in Palm Beach. Kelly had said, “All right; show him Into the drawing room,” and the boy had done so, and brought in the tray. Then he had gone back downstairs to the servants’ quarters. A little while later, he had heard angry voices in the drawing room, and had listened outside, in the hall. What he had heard was pretty much what Hill ; •wo W'v I B^^x y H tfri -Er * fl Quickly He Mapped Out Hl* Plan. the girl had repeated, but there were a few additions, in the way of threats from the visitor. The Filipino decided that it was none of his business, and returned to his room. Ten minutes later, anxious in spite of himself, he remounted the back stairs. As he reached the top, he heard the । drawing room door closed noisily, and saw the caller hurry into the hall and through the front door, which he banged after him. It was then nearly midnight. The Filipino had been on duty since seven that morning, and, reassured he tiptoed down the stairs, and went to bed. That was all he knew until, eight hours later, he came upon Mike Kelly’s body lying facedown on the floor. The Duke was just about to go to bed himself, when he noticed a small headline. “Artist's Wife Crushed by Taxi.” That would be the accident that upset Judge Hambidge. , “I might talk to Winslow at the Hambldges,” he thought, sleeply. “But I guess Peggy's right Better see Jack first. I’ve got a date with Winslow at his office on Monday.” The hall clock struck three. Nevertheless, the Duke was up an hour before breakfast. He shaved, and bathed, and tossed a few things into an over-night bag he'd seen in the closet Emerging, he ran into Willetts. “Breakfast for two,” the Duke ordered. “Mrs. Rogers and I are tak ing the 9:27 to New York.” He thought the butler looked at him sharply. As their train left Southampton, Peggy looked even shabbier in her cheap black dress and her little red beret. Her face was very white, for want of make-up or sleep. “It’s funny,” she said, awkwardly, “but I sort of feel that everything’s going to be all right now.” "Why don’t you and the boy move out here?” “To stay, you mean?” “Sure. I can square It with Willetts. Come along, the end of the week, Peggy. After all, it’s where yon belong, you know.”

“I belong with Jack,” she said. “And, anyway, has It struck you that the old man might come back unexpected? He’s been mad six years. What’s he going to do when he finds out about all this?” “Well,” Barry hazarded, “if we've got his son out —” “He won’t care,” Peggy Interrupted, her voice again hard and pitiful. "He never did. “He smashed Jack’s fiddle. Jack wanted to be a violinist. He could've been, too. But the old man found he was taking lessons. ‘I don’t want any Jazz-banders in my family,’ he snorted. 'You’re going to take my place when I die.’ “That started it. He’d always been hard on Jack. Bossy, the old man is. And you can’t boss Jack. He got another fiddle. He was good on it, too. When he went up to Harvard, he used to play it at parties. “When his father heard about that, be threatened to cut off Jack’s allowance. So Jack stopped fiddling, and began to drink. And, one night when he was awful drunk, he wrote the old man’s name on a check. He tried to get it back the next day, but the bank had turned it down, and the guy he’d given it to was sore, and had Jack arrested. “Jack had sold his second fiddle to make good. He never got another one. The old man cut Jack loose. He came up to Boston, with a newspaper that printed the story in his hands. Cold as ice, he was. 'You’ve disgraced me,’ he said, 'and you’ll go on disgracing me, if I'll let you. I won’t. You can go where you like and do what you please, but not with my name. If you ever use that again, you can starve.” Peggy turned to the window. Then, abruptly, “How are we going to get in to see him?” she asked. "You’re his wife,” Barry answered. “And you?” “I’m his friend. And my name’s Ridder.” Even Peggy’s story didn't quite prepare the Duke for that meeting with his other self. He’d rather expected to see one of those weaklings who find the world a vast conspiracy against them. John Clarke Ridder, Jr., proved to be merely a frightened youngster. A slim, rather frail lad In his early twenties, with soft, dark hair, and large, dark eyes, and a peculiarly sensitive mouth. His hands were soft and sensitive, too, but tl ere was nothing effeminate about the boy. "Gee, I’m glad to see you, Peg.” he blurted. “I was getting a little bit worried.” Peggy’s presence reassured him. Evidently, he counted on her, and felt safe while she was with him. “Jack," she said, quietly and significantly, “I’ve brought your friend, Mr. Ridder. He's going to help uc.” “That’s great,” he observed. Fortunately for them, the guard had other things on his mind. He kept disappearing, and coming back, and looking away from them to a paper that someone had given him, and that seemed irritating. In a low voice, Peg outlined what had happened, and the conclusion that had been reached. The boy turned to Barry. Young, frightened, and soft, he could reason quickly, and talk straight. “I don’t understand,” he said to the Duke. “If these people will do things for you, because they think you're Jack Ridder, why won’t they do ’em for me. when they know I’m Jack Ridder?” “Because they like me. They’ve never met you. And because my record's clear. I’m not accused of murder under circumstances that—well, they don’t sound pretty, at first, da they?” “They do not." “And, of course, there’s your mother.” The sensitive mouth tightened. Barry gave him the letter he had shown Peggy. The lad read It. “The old man’s got her buffaloed,” he remarked; "same as he's got everybody else. O. K. I wouldn’t have used my own name, anyway. Letting you use it’s another thing, but Peggy thinks you're straight, and she’s never been wrong yet It’s a queer game, but I’ll sit in. What next?” Barry was relieved. The guard had been showing his paper to a colleague. Quickly, he mapped out his plans—so far as he had any. “I’ve got a data with Peter Winslow on Monday. And I’m going to cable your mother—for money. We've got to have that. I hope to get a Job pretty soon, and make my own way, but, just now, there’s less than a hundred and fifty dollars In the kitty, and I’m going to give most of that to Peggy for current expenses. You'd better write your mother, too—the kind of letter you'd write in answer to that, if you were In my shoes. I’ll bring you the stationery, and, of course. I’ll mail your letter from Southampton. We’ll have to smuggle it out of here, 1 suppose. Now, tell me exactly what happened the night before last” The story differed very little from the one Barry had heard, but it was full of shrewd questions that hadn’t occurred to him. (TO BE CONTINUED) Picked Longest Psalm The Covenanters, in the time of the Civil wars, were exceedingly fond of singing psalms. When the great Montrose was taken prisoner, his chaplain, Wishart, the elegant historian of his deeds, shared the same fate with his patron, and was condemned to the same punishment. Being desired on the scaffold to name what psalm he wished to have sung, he selected the one hundred and nineteenth, consisting of 22 stanzas. In this he was guided by God's good providence, for before two-thirds of the psalm was sung a pardon arrived.

LMLJIL—'I—I LB ILLI " IMPROVED UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL SUNDAY I chool Lesson By REV. HAROLD L LUNDQUIST. Dean of the Moody Bible Institute of Chicago. © Western Newspaper Union. Lesson for August 16 SOWING AND REAPING LESSON TEXT—Galatians 6:1-10. GOLDEN TEXT—Be not deceived; Cod . ' is not mocked; for whatsoever a man ' soweth, that shall he also reap.—Galatians 6:7. PRIMARY TOPIC—How to Behave. JUNIOR TOPIC—When We Choose. INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC —Sowing and Reaping. (Effects of Alcohol L YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC —Sowing and Reaping. (Effects of Alcohol). Satan is “the god of this world. And as such he has wrought confusion in every realm and particularly in the field of moral distinctions and responsibility. Instead of ; clear-cut lines of right and wrong, I white and black, he has managed to befuddle the minds of many so that they see only a twilight gray | of moral indifference. He has lulled | many a man and woman into a false security that somehow sin may be yielded to with impunity. To some he says there is no God, and no punishment for sin. To those who will not yield to such a bold attack he more subtly suggests that ■ God is love and that there will be no judgment. Some there are who think that formal association with religious organizations will somehow atone for all their carelessness of life. How great is the need to emphasize the truth of this lesson that “God is not mocked, for whatsoever a man soweth that shall he also reap” (v. 7). These are eternal and immutable principles. The epistle to the Galatians expounds Christian liberty as based on justification by faith. This life of liberty is a life in the Spirit, and this means walking in the Spirit, j The chapter before us (ch. 6) states j the attitude of the Christian toward others, and toward his own life in the light of his responsibility to God. I. The Christian’s Attitude Toward Others (vv. 1,2). The spiritual concerns of life are far more important than the material, therefore the writer points out that the believer is 1. Considerate in spiritual matters (v.l). Sin is in the world. Men, even Christian men, fall. Who is to help them? and how? Fellow sinners and spiritual weaklings cannot help. Sanctimonious and “holier than thou” folk will only criticize and hinder. The spiritually strong must help the weak, doing it gently, not judging severely, for they too are only sinners "saved by grace.” But not all the problems of the world are spiritual and the Christians will be 2. Helpful in bearing the burdens of life (v. 2). The Christ spirit leads a man to bear his neighbor’s burden. In this "grabbing,” selfish generation we need a revival of Christlike burdenbearing. 11. The Christian’s Attitude Toward His Own Life (vv. 3-6). The true believer is characterized by 1. Humility (v. 3). The man who is wrapped up in himself is always i a very small bundle. 2. Self-judgment (v. 4). Compare I Cor. 3:10-15. God will one day judge our lives. We do well to judge them now in the light of eternity. 3. Self-reliance (v. 5). The one who is quick to bear another’s burdens is slow to ask others to bear his. 4. A sacrificial spirit (v. 6). The true disciple will honor his teacher , and will share with him not only his material things, but also the good things she finds in God’s Word. 111. An Eternal Law of Life and Conduct (w. 7-9 1. The law stated (v. 7). "Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth that shall he also reap.” We never question this law in the realm of nature. We expect no wheat when we sow wild oats. But, fools that we are, we think God is less exacting, less true to his perfect holiness and righteousness in the realm of the moral and spiritual. Let us awake before it is too late! 2. The law illustrated (v. 8). The flesh stands for self, self-will, or selfishness. The man who lives for himself and his own pleasures reaps “corruption” even in the present world. 3. Its obedience rewarded (v. 9). God is gracious. Well doing is not only its own reward, but in future prospect there is a reward at his hand for those who are not "weary in well doing.” IV. A Summary and Conclusion (v. 10). This gathers up the truth ! of the entire context, reminding us that "as we have opportunity” (and sometimes it really knocks only once) we are to "work that which is good” (and it may take effort and sacrifice) "toward all men” (even if we don’t like their nationality, or color, or creed, or lack of creed), "and especially” (and now we come into the intimate family circle) "toward them that are of the household of faith.” Events Move Forward The grand current of events runs i not downward or backward. The ' spirit within these rapid wheels of j time, turning them this way and | that, still moves them forward and j to blessed ends. —E. H. Chapin. Lacking Imagination The soul without imagination is what an observatory would be without a telescope.—Henry Ward Beecner. — The Guilty Conscience A guilty conscience is like a whirlpool drawing in all to itself, which would otherwise pass by.—Fuller. Don’t Trouble Trouble Do not anticipate trouble, or worry about what may never happen. Keep in the sunlight.—Franklin.

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