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THE CASS TOUNTY SUN
KSSftfeftBy FREDERIC
(£> f. r. VAN DC WATtR
^ W. N.u. Service
F. VAN DE WATE.R
SYNOPSIS
Hi
JAPANESE STRENGTH
WASHINGTON.—Several careful
secret surveys made recently of
Japanese military and naval
strength indicate that Japan can do
just about anything she wants in the
Far East,
The reports show that the Japa-
nese navy is in A-l shape, and has
suffered not a bit as a result of the
Chinese war. The Japanese army
also is in good shape, though not in
the same condition as the navy. The
Chinese war, though still dragging
on at heavy cost, has been an excel-
lent training school for the Japa-
nese military.
Chief handicap under which Ja-
pan suffers is her desperate econom-
ic situation. Easiest remedy for
this is to take the Dutch East Indies
and the wealthy possessions of the
Dutch, French and British in south*
em Asia.
This is what seems sure to hap-
pen. There is no question but that
the Japanese can take French Indo-
China, the Dutch possessions of Java
and Sumatra, and all the other South
Pacific islands that are worth both-
ering about, in a few weeks.
Only spot which might hold out is
the British naval base at Singapore,
and naval experts disagree as to
whether the Japanese could take it
or not. In time, they probably could.
Everything now seems set for the
Japanese to steam south simultane-
ously with the Hitler blitzkrieg
against Britain. Probably the Japa-
nese will wait until they see how
the blitzkrieg is going before they
stage theirs in the south Pacific.
* « •
TNT—DON'T TOUCH
Nebraska Republicans are very
enthusiastic about Wendell Willkie,
but they want no speech by him in
McCook, home town of Sen. peorge
Norris, the state's veteran public-
power crusader.
Such a plan was reported shortly
after Willkie arrived at his Colorado
vacation spot, which is near Mc-
Cook. News dispatches declared
that the G. O. P. standard bearer
intended to beard the father of TVA
right in his own home town. But
the idea did not thrill Nebraska Re-
publican leaders.
They have a wholesome respect
for Norris' vote-swinging powers, re-
call vividly how four years ago in a
three-cornered race which he en-
tered at the last moment he polled
53 per cent of the vote.
So last week a delegation made a
pilgrimage to Willkie. In the group
were Kenneth Wherry, state chair-
man ; George Carpenter, national
committeeman; Hugh Butler, candi-
date for senator, and Dwight Gris-
wold, candidate for governor. They
received a cordial welcome and dis-
cussed a number of subjects, promi-
nent among which was a strong ar-
gument as to why Willkie should
NOT make a speech in McCook.
• • •
BULLITT SPANKED
Dressy Bill Bullitt, U. S. ambas-
sador to France, did not do all the
talking during his week-end stay at
liyde Park. The President told Bul-
litt a few things, too.
One was to pipe down on his talk
about the Petain government of
France being "free" and non-Fas-
cist.
Roosevelt took Bullitt sharply to
task for these statements. He said
they were untrue, and that if Bullitt
didn't know that, he ought to.
Note—Roosevelt also made it very
clear that he had no intention of
falling into the Nazis' trap of feed-
ing their victims this winter, after
Hitler had robbed them of their food
and left them to starve. Bullitt
wants the U. S. to send food supplies
to France.
• ♦ •
MOTHER COUNTRY SPAIN
If Spain, mother country of Latin
America, joins the axis group, she
will carry little sympathy of the
Americas with her. On the con-
trary, the countries south of the
Rio Grande have strained relations
with Spain at present, and her em-
bracing the axis cause would not
win them in that direction.
The strain arose over what ap-
pears to be a trifling issue—the fate
of 13 men. When Franco marched
into Madrid during the Spanish civil
war, 13 Loyalists sought asylum in
the Chilean embassy there.
Chile has protected them ever
since, and has tried to get them safe
conduct out of the country, offering
permanent residence in Chile. But
the relentless Franco wants the lives
of those 13 Loyalists, and he has re-
fused all requests in their behalf.
This issue is of great importance
for the Latins, who never know when
revolution may make life uncomfort-
able in their own capitals, or when
they might want to take refuge in
a foreign embassy.
Chile felt it so keenly that she
permitted the breaking off of diplo-
matic relations between Chile and
Spain rather than surrender the Loy-
alists. In that action Chile has the
support of most of her neighbors.
Cuba, for example, was consider-
ing the possibility of resuming nor-
mal diplomatic relations with Spain.
Now, though Cuba is sending Ores-
tes Ferrara, former ambassador to
the United States, on a commercial
mission to Madrid, the full rela-
tions will not be resumed at least
for some time.
David JiMnry, In search of newspaper
work in mev York, Is forced to accept a
Job as switch-board operator in a swank
apartmenlbiuse. managed by officious Tim-
othy Higgjii. There David meets Miss Aga-
a crippled old lady, and her
!e, AUegra. One day. talking
in the lobby, David Is alarmed
tg scream. David finds the
hi from the Ferriter apartment,
nthe Pagets'. The Ferriters in-
; elude Lyon ind Everett, and their sister,
i lone. Evirett. a genealogist, is helping
j Agatha Paget write a book about her blue-
: blooded a Zeis tors. Inside the apartment
they find a ilack-bearded man—dead. No
weapon can be found. The police arrive.
charming
rith Hlgg
scream
not far fr
I AIT
CHAPTER III—Continued
"It wifii't completed," Shannon
replied, j "If it had been we'd have
been here an hour sooner. He was
calling Police Headquarters when he
was kill®."
He pl^nped into his chair as
though the weight of jumbled facts
had pushjd him over.
"From three-thirty on, there was
someone jn the hall all the while?"
"I thinjc so. I left Higgins there
j when I brpught Miss Paget upstairs,
j Hoyt was there when I went down
| again."
I "And mither of them saw anyone
I go out," le snarled like the victim
1 of a prictical joke. "And you
didn't?"
"No."
He jumped up and began to walk
the room his jaw hard. Miss Aga-
tha, leanng forward in her chair,
watched dm with the interest of a
spectator at play.
"Could anyone leave without pass-
ing tHroigh the foyer?" Shannon
threw at me.
"There s the fire escape," I sug-
gested, "ir the dumb-waiter."
"Thanks," he said savagely. "The
fire escape hasn't been used in
months. I happened to think of that.
And the dam b-waiter rope broke this
morning and that tub of lard Hig-
gins hasrft fixed it yet. Yet some-
body stabbed that guy next door and
got awayt How?"
"Stabb'd him with what?" I asked
and only nade him angrier.
"If I kiew," he squalled, "I'd not
be suffer lg here. A knife, you goof.
A knife hat was in this."
He dai ed to the desk and held a
leather i leath, blackened by long
wear, up before me.
"Ever !see that before?" he de-
manded iand, scarcely waiting for
my denijl, plunged on. "We found
this uncfer Blackbeard's armpit—
empty. !Where's the knife? Gone
with the.murderer."
The h
through
seemed
I ke
"He
tank o;
"Yo
inds he ran so frantically
his reddish gray hair
last to control his mind.
He askei'me suddenly:
"Higg is had a key to that flat?"
"Yes.' I
"Anyc tp else beside these Ferri-
ters?"
"I do't think so."
"Higg ns says not," he growled.
"Higgin goes in and messes up that
phone i :ceiver with his big paws
until th re's not a clear fingerprint
on it. Wait a minute."
His e/es sparkled.
"Where was Higgins when you
took thit call?"
I saw Miss Agatha shift a little
in her chair, start to speak and
check herself. I said:
Upstairs on the elevator."
Doiijg what?"
all feeling out of my voice,
id he was fixing the water
the roof."
can go," Shannon decided.
Jake,! bring that big beef back
here." |
Miss Agatha said mildly as I rose:
"Tirflothy was on the fourth floor
I'm certain, Captain."
"Su^e he was," he agreed. "I
just went to see if anyone saw him
there;M
He was pacing the floor again
and the old lady was smiling oddly
as Jake led me out. I felt Miss
Agatha would confide in Shannon
when I was gone.
Hoyt was on the elevator. He
looked at me hard but said nothing
while Jake took me downstairs. Hig-
gins was arguing with a half-dozen
men in the foyer and getting no-
where. I could tell they were re-
porters and the sight of them made
me homesick. Higgins looked worse
than I felt when Jake led him back
to the car. His face was gray and
his eyes made me think of a steer
in a slaughterhouse chute. I waited
by the elevator shaft till Hoyt came
down again. With him was a po-
liceman who shooed the reporters
off the settees and out of the door.
I followed Eddie over to the switch-
board.
"You don't think," I asked and the
words sounded foolish, "that Hig-
gins is tied up in this thing?"
"Be your age," Hoyt advised me
and then grinned. "The big boy looks
sick, don't he?"
"That's what made me wonder."
"Look," Eddie muttered. "You
know that smart little trick on the
fourth floor—Mrs. Arnold's maid?
Wei!, Mrs. Arnold's out this after-
noon and Mrs. Higgins is away till
tomorrow. And two and two
makes—"
"43i-hahl" I said.
'jUght," Hoyt agreed. "Higgins
haf1 got an alibi, all right, but I
thfyk they'll have to tear it out of
hint That's why he looks so sick."
"Well," I told him, "an alibi is
an alibi."
A half-hour went by. A couple of
the homicide men went away with
their black satchels. A few indig-
nant tennants worked through the
blockade beyond the front door and
hurried along the foyer talking to
themselves. Eddie turned the car
over to Boone of the night shift and
went home, and Fineman, my relief,
had just come in when Higgins came
downstairs again.
He looked sick till he saw me and
then he looked hearty once more.
"Hey," he called. "You. Come
here."
I had been through a lot that aft-
ernoon and I suppose my mind had
slowed up. I really thought he want-
ed to thank me for saying he had
been on the roof, so when he spoke
I stood and stared. His voice sound-
ed as if he was afraid someone
would overhear, but he could have
been no angrier if he had screamed.
"You had your chance," he told
me. "You didn't want it, eh? All
right. I don't want you. Get your
things and scram."
"Wait a minute," I stalled. "If
you're canning me, what's it for?"
"After what I've been through up-
stairs," he wheezed and his big
fists were clenched, "you've got the
guts to ask that. Slandered me and
a poor innocent girl, so ye did. You
ought to thank me I'm just kicking
you out into the gutter where you
belong, instead of calling a cop."
His voice had got away from him.
A blond young man—one of our ten-
ants but I didn't know which—
paused an instant and stared at us
before he went into the elevator. He
looked so sleek and handsome and
"1 want my book to keep them
from going Paget."
contented and so much else I was
not, that the anger Higgins had kin-
dled blazed up in me. I didn't even
try to keep my voice down.
"You two-timing tomcat," I told
him. "Go ahead and kick me out
and we'll see who lands in the gut-
ter first. Now get this, I never
knew where you'd been this after-
noon till I came down here. Now
that I'm wise that leaves just one
in the house who isn't—Mrs. Hig-
gins!"
"Will you be still?" he asked in a
hushed voice, and I knew from his
eyes he was going to hit me.
"Go ahead," I invited. "There's
plenty of reporters outside. It'll
make a good story. The tabloids
will have pictures, too. One of you
in Wilson's uniform, maybe."
I waited. He stood still and at
last opened his mouth.
I never found out what he was
going to say for Fineman, at the
switchboard, called:
"Hey, Mallory. You're wanted up
in Three A right away."
"Don't bother to pack for me," I
told Higgins. "I'll do it myself
when I come down."
Boone, on the elevator, kept glanc-
ing at me as he took me up. Maybe
I looked as sick as I felt. Anger
is worse than liquor on an empty
stomach.
They had closed the door of the
Ferriter flat but there still was
movement inside. I rang the Paget
bell. The girl in uniform I'd seen
in the hall while Miss Ferriter was
screaming let me in. She led me
down the hall and stood aside at an
open door. I started to enter but
astonishment stopped me. I could
only stand on the threshold and
stare without belief.
CHAPTER IV
Miss Agatha Paget laid a red ten
on a black jack. A tall glass stood
beside the cards on her table. A
cigarette dangled from her lips.
Through its smoke her eyes shone
bright as the diamond pin at the
throat of her black silk gown.
She should have been knitting in-
stead of playing Canfleld. The drink,
the cards and the tobacco seemed
as out of place as a cuspidor in
church. She blew a cloud from her
nose, ground out the cigarette on a
tray, and nodded toward a chair.
"Come in, David," she said. "Sit
down."
I obeyed. She held a card above
the layout, placed it and then looked
square at me.
"If that is an air of affronted pi-
ety," she told me, "I can get along
without it. When you're my age,
David, you'll take to the small vices
remaining, as compensation for oth-
ers you've missed. Have a drink?"
She looked toward a cellarette in
the corner. I shook my head. Her
sharply angled, eager face made
me wonder whether the vitality de-
nied her crippled legs had not flowed
upward, to invigorate the rest of
her. She took a long pull at her
glass and wiped her lips on a lacy
handkerchief.
"Grove," she began, "tells me
you've been discharged."
I didn't know Grove but I said:
"I have. I'm supposed to have
bared the amours of the basement
Casanova."
She gave her husky chuckle.
"It was I who bared them. Only
a remarkable man could be wrong
as often as Timothy."
She tinkled the ice in her glass,
sipped it again and then looked
straight at me.
"What are you going to do?"
"When you sent for me," I said,
"I was just going to take a poke at
Higgins."
The wrinkles about her eyes deep-
ened.
"You quote Kenneth Grahame;
you want to punch Timothy. What
other recommendations have you?"
I did not understand. She prompt-
ed.
"You've been a reporter. What
else can you do?"
I could not see where all this led,
but I answered:
"I'm a fair blocking halfback and
a good fencer. I also ride, swim
and know a couple of card tricks."
"College, eh?"
I wondered if this was her idea of
amusing herself.
"B. A." I told her. "The diploma
is in Omaha. I also had a Phi Beta
key but I haven't now—there are
rules against hoarding gold, you see.
I can ransom my dress clothes
though, if you feel you need a but-
ler. They're in the trunk my former
landlady is keeping for me. She in-
sisted on it."
I had begun to feel like a labora-
tory specimen under her regard. It
bothered me. When Miss Paget
asked: "Would you care to work for
me?" I shook my head.
"Kind of you," I told her, "but I
think not. I've got relatives in Ne-
braska if I want charity."
I think that surprised her. She
lit another cigarette.
"My boy," she said through a
smoke cloud, "I'm beginning to un-
derstand why Higgins doesn't like
you. It isn't charity. People I help
have to work for what they get. Is
that clear?"
It wasn't, but I nodded. She went
on:
"I'm working, with Mr. Ferriter,
on a genealogy of the Paget family.
You've heard of the Pagets."
"Sorry," I said and hoped my de-
nial would irk her. Instead she
grinned and for an instant it seemed
time had worn her old face so thin
that a valiant spirit shone through
the mask.
"Weren't you lucky," said Miss
Agatha, "to have been raised in Ne-
braska? If you'll stop being suspi-
cious, I've something to tell to you."
She finished her drink. Her eyes
were bright and mocking.
"Paget, David, isn't just a family
name. It's a religion—a very exclu-
sive, comfortable religion. The only
reason there wasn't a Paget on the
Mayflower is that the ship had no
royal suite. There aren't any D. A.
R.'s or Sons of the Revolution
among the Pagets. You see, the pa-
triots were rather a mixed lot. I
was raised in the fear of Pagetry
and I'm doing a book about my fore-
bears by way of reprisal. I need a
man, preferably one who never
heard of the Pagets, who can take
what the heliotrope Mr. Ferriter digs
up and write it. He can't—or he's
afraid to."
"A genealogy is just a catalogue,"
I told her. "You won't need a writ-
er."
"Wrong all the way," she told me
briskly. "That's just what I do
need. There's never been a genealo-
gy like this one. I'm prying the
highly polished veneer off Pagetry.
I'm going to tell the story of a fam-
ily that is full of cowards and scoun-
drels and hypocrites and cheats and
sluggards—like your family, like all
families. I'm going to give as much
space to my ancestors' frailties as
to their virtues. It'll be a big book."
Again she gave that robust chuck-
le. I asked, defensively, for I felt
her sweeping me along:
"Who'll dare to publish it?"
"I will," she said, and her teeth
bit through an invisible thread. "One
copy for each of the Pagets. Most
of them are too far gone for the
truth to reach them, but I want my
children to know all about Pagetry
before they're much older. They
aren't really my children, though I
raised them. My brother and sis-
ter-in-law died when Grosvenor was
thirteen and Allegra ten.
"Grove is working in a bond house
for all he's worth—which is about
half of what he gets. Allegra is too
pretty to have brains, yet she has
them. I want my book to keep them
from going Paget. Every family
should have a factual account of its
ancestors, their weaknesses and foi-
bles and misdemeanors and felonies.
The Pagets will be the first to get it.
I don't want my youngsters to get
ithe family delusion that just being a
jPaget is all that should be expected
of anyone."
(TO BE CONTINUED}
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these days. No sooner did 20th
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location near there than Mono-
gram's "Queen of the Yukon"
moved in.
The town has just one im-
portant street, and it's
jammed nightly with bearded
extras (whose beards earn a
living for them) and members of
the cast. Irene Rich, Charles Bick-
ford, Melvin Lang, Dave O'Brien,
and June Carlson are in the lineup.
Melvin Lang and Dave O'Brien
had to stage a fight the other day;
in preparation, Bickford spent sev-
eral days teaching O'Brien how to
avoid injuries. But—when Director
Phil Rosen called "Cut!" O'Brien
fell to the ground, and the company
doctor found that he had a broken
rib. He'd been too much excited
to remember Bickford' £ instruc-
tions.
&
When young players in Hollywood
get discouraged they remind them-
selves—and anyone ^who'll listen—
that it takes just one good picture
to make a star.
"Look at Pat O'Brien in 'Front
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Another name has been added to
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M/
We may have another Rogers-
Astaire picture, if RKO can find the
right story for it. Fred Astaire is
free-lancing at present, and Ginger
is booked for three pictures, one of
them being a picturization of the
very popular novel, "Kitty Foyle."
But some time next year they m§y
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Herbert Moulton has a new idea
for screen entertainment, and he
hopes you're going to like it. After
six months of hard work he has
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"Love Me Tonight," starring Maur-
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and Myrna Loy, and originally re-
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minutes.
Other old-time successps being
considered for streamlining are
"Design for Living," "The Lives of
a Bengal Lancer," "Night After
Night," and "One_ Hour With You." j
Betty Field left the stage for Hol-
I lywood a year ago; in that time
I she's played four big parts, so dif-
| ferent from each other that she's
j the envy of all the other young ac-
■ tresses. In "What a Life!" she was
the nice high school girl who was
Jackie Cooper's sweetheart; in "Of
Mice and Men" she was the sultry,
amorous young woman who attract-
ed Lon Chaney Jr. In "Seventeen"
she was a giddy young siren, and
in "Victory," her latest picture,
she's warm, tender, understanding.
*—
Three years ago Ralph Edwards
hitch-hiked from his home in Oak-
: land, Calif., to New York for a job.
A couple of weeks ago he returned
to his home in a plane. These days
| he's so busy that, when he decided
I to take a six-week vacation, five
other announcers had to be called
in to sub for him.
| Six months ago he turned up as
creator, director and master of cere-
monies of his own program, the hi-
larious "Truth or Consequences."
It was tried out on four eastern sta-
tions, and soon will be launched on
WEAF in New York.
*—
ODDS AND ENDS . . . Geraldine Fitz-
gertiltl returns to the screen to ro-itar
with George Raft in "South of Suez" , . .
Looks oj if Charlie Chaplin's "The Dic-
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of September . . . Stisanna Foster has a
gold i>ouder box which, when opened,
plays "Fight on for V. S. C."—given hvr
by the boys of the University of Southern
California's band, who worked with her
in "There's Magic in Music" . , , Tyrone
Power will do a series of pictures based
on tales about Zorro, the California
bandit—his current one, "The Call-
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Banger, J. E. A. & Erwin, W. L. The Cass County Sun (Linden, Tex.), Vol. 64, No. 35, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 15, 1940, newspaper, August 15, 1940; Linden, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth341267/m1/3/?q=Lamar+University: accessed May 29, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Atlanta Public Library.