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THE TIMELY REMARKS
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 14,1938
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she
“Mr,
CHAPTER IV.—Continued.
he said. “Ever since I was
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And she
B. Hopkins was in
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“Barbara has
She told Mr.
Mrs. Douglas spent a few days
last week at La Vernia, visiting
her mother, '-Mrs. Gus Stobbs.
al-
es-
Mrs. Nathan Kinnard spent a
few days last week in Houston,
visiting her mother.
Mrs. H. L. Rymal was hostess
to the Quintana Bridge Club on
Friday. At the close of the games
prizes were awarded to Mrs. Lloyd
Brown for high score, Mrs. Ray
Rymal for second high and Mrs.
Mrs. Fred Rhodes is convalescing
from her recent illness.
Mrs. Lloyd Brown was in Victo-
ria Tuesday on business.
Everett Enos, who was ill last
week, is out again.
Mr. and Mrs. Floyd Welborn and
Vernon Cocherhan were visiting in
Humble for the week-end.
One of
these handy
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Arthur’s
confession,
her insist-
She knew
guilty. She
Fieddy Kilowatt
puts his O.K. on
every I.E.S. Lamp.
"They're the stuff/'
he says.
Mrs. W.
Rockport on
a tri-couity council P.-T. A. meet-
ing.
Hare Said to Come to His
Office, Phil.”
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your home. I
turned abruptly toward the
The policeman came to meet
She thought he went away
eagerly, as though glad to
the question in her eyes.
to make them believe the truth—
that I lost my head, ran away, left
her there.”
Mrs. Sentry said:
already told them.
Flood.”
“Told—Already? ”
Mr. and Mrs. L. Wilpitz and
family went to Brookshire on Sat-
urlay to see Mr. Wilpitz’s father
and mother. The elder Mr. Wil-
pitz has been very ill. ■ On Sunday,
L. Wilpitz and family spent the day
at Humble, returning to camp on
Sunday evening.
Mrs. Herbert Williams and her
father-in-law, W. W. Williams of
Humble, spent Friday in camp with
the H. B. Harrison family. Mrs.
Williams is Mr. Harrison’s sister.
is what happened. I went
office, after the bridge game
up, to get that coffee-pot oi
I’d forgotten it when I left
afternoon.” His lips twisted
‘She was—she lay
So she told him you were
before that, to prove to
you didn’t do it.”
Wines was killed about
Mr. and Mrs. H. L. Rymal and
daughters, Ruth and Marie, and
Harold Wise of the Mid-Continent
Supply Co. of Refugio, went to
Kingsville Sunday afternoon where
they visited
and Virgil
school at A.
The Mexican Supreme Court
ruled recently that 17 British and
American oil companies whose
properties were expropriated on
March 18 must pay “discharge”
wages” to former workers, esti-
mated to total $28,000,000.
Just before the expropriation the
labor board declared the oil com-
panies had broken labor contracts
with their employes. The law re-
quires payment of three months’
wages plus 20 days’ pay for each
year of service for each worker
when a contract is broken.
The labor board also informed
the companies they must pay the
remaining 25 per cent of wages to
workers during a 12-day strike in
May, 1937, or their property would
be embargoed.
An oil company executive ex-
plained the threatened embargo ap-
parently meant the government
planned to deduct the wages from
whatever valuation is placed on the
oil properties.
mother got in beside him. “All right
mother?”
She pulled the door shut. “Mr.
Hare said to come to his office,
Phil,” she directed.
And Phil got the car under way;
and he told her how much seeing
her would cheer his father. “You’re
always so strong and steady and
face him; she asked
didn’t kill
Douglas low. The tallies and ta-
ble appointments were carried out
in fall colors and added zest to a
most appetizing salad course, ac-
companied by ginger bread with
whipped cream. Mrs. A. J. Pre-
vost of Victoria was a guest.
Mr. and Mrs. W. B. Hopkins and
son, Woodson, and Philip Snell, all
from camp, together with Mr. and
Mrs. Paul Wallace of Houston and
Miss Bobby Hopkins of Beaumont,
attended the Rice-L. S. U. game
at Baton Rouge, La., on Saturday
night and visited with Billie Hop-
kins on Sunday. Billie is a fresh-
man at L. S. U.
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For the rest of that day, Phil was
like a man dazed by an actual phys-
ical blow. He had, till he saw that
rifled metal box in the recess under
the window seat, not even con-
templated the possibility of his fa-
ther’s guilt. That possibility had
been, perhaps, in the back of his
mind; but he had not faced it. His
faculties had been concentrated
upon the fact of Mr. Sentry’s ar-
rest, with all the terrors that ar-
rest implied; and upon the fact that
his sisters, his mother, his grand-
mother looked to him now for
strength and heartening.
He felt himself young and futile
and inadequate to the task imposed;
he tried to grow in a moment from
an irresponsible boy into the man
the situation demanded. He thought
more of them than of his father till,
looking over the Inspector’s shoul-
der, seeing the metal box that had
been forced open, remembering
what it had contained, remembering
that Miss Wines had been shot, he
heard himself lying by instinct,
blindly, clumsily. And he saw a
moment later that the Inspector
knew he had lied; and while panic
filled him, Sergeant Kane appeared
and led them to the cellar—where
worse appeared.
Someone had stolen his gun, and
none but his father knew where it
was! Someone had burned money in
the furnace, and none but his father
could have done that! And Inspec-
tor Irons had felt this evidence to
be conclusive. That certainty was
clear in the older man’s eyes, plain
for Phil to read.
The Inspector’s sureness, more
than his own senses, convinced Phil;
drove home to him the shattering
realization. His father was a mur-
derer.
Phil might have been proud of his
bearing that morning. When he and
Inspector Irons came up from the
cellar, Oscar spoke to him, said
Mrs. Sentry would like him to drive
her to town to see Mr. Sentry; and
Phil said, “Right!” He could not
for a moment face his mother; so
he called to her from the hall, “I’ll
bring the car around.”
He went to do so, brought the
small car, the one his father al-
ways drove. At the front door he
blew his horn; and his mother and
Barbara presently came out, and
Barbara kissed Mrs. Sentry, hugged
her tight.
“Give father a big kiss for me,”
she directed. “Tell him I love him
and I think he’s grand and I’ll come
see him tomorrow sure!” And she
called to Phil, “Drive carefully!”
Phil tried his voice, and its very
familiarity was reassuring. That
at least was unchanged. He had
thought the world was changed.
“Sure,’’.lie promised; and as his
sure,
a youngster, it always made me feel
better to come dump my troubles
in your lap. All of us.”
He talked so much about her and
about his father that it did not oc-
cur to her to think of Phil him-
self. Her thoughts already cast for-
ward to the interview that lay
ahead. She dreaded it so terribly; ■
yet it must be faced, must be gone
through.
When after a dazed half hour of
preliminaries she found herself wait-
ing for Arthur to be brought to her,
she looked at her surroundings with
an almost impersonal curiosity.
They seemed to her hideous; a
small room, a table, two chairs. A
grill of slender bars at the one win-
dow, a smell yt disinfectants . . .
She was to see Arthur alone; but
the door would be open, and an
officer in a position to watch them
through the open door. It did not
occur, .to her that the District At-
torney’s old friendship for Arthur
had led him to permit her unusual
consideration. Dean Hare had
warned her they would be watched;
she thought this hard e'nough.
Arthur came in. A man walked
beside him, stopped with him in the
doorway, and she heard the click of
metal. But she'heard it at a great
distance, all her senses concentrat-
ed in her eyes.
He was so little changed! Except
perhaps that he seemed tired, and
that his eyes were inflamed, he was
not changed at all. Yet he had
been gone so long. She tried to
remember how long, and realized
incredulously that it. was no more
than a matter of .hours.
He came toward her, rubbing his
wrist with his hand. He stopped,
facing her. He said, from a little
distance: “Well, EJlen! I’m glad you
came.”
She said: “We must sit down,
Dean says, with the table between
us, and our hands in sight. On the
table, perhaps.”
He nodded. “They have to be
careful, I suppose.” They sat down;
and he said, “How are the children,
all right?”
“We’re—distressed, of course. The
policeman is watching us, Arthur.”
“I suppose so.” His eyes held
hers. He said: “Ellen—I’d have
done anything possible to—spare
you all this. The whole thing is so—
incredible. Just a series of miracu-
lous coincidences.”
“It is incredible, yes.”
“Of course, it will straighten out
in a day or two. I had nothing to
do with that girl, Ellen. But you
know that, of course.”
“You’ve told them so?”
“Of course. Why, Ellen, they say
themselves that she was killed about
one o’clock. I was home long be-
fore that.” She felt, almost to her
own surprise, a deep compassion in
her heart. He said urgently: “You
know that, yourself. You
awake when I came home.”
She hesitated. “No, Arthur,” she
amended, “I wasn’t awake. I woke
up, asked you what time it was.”
“Well, I told you. It was quarter
past eleven.”
She tried to speak, but her throat
was tight. He tapped the table be-
tween them with his fingertips.
“Good of you to come,” he repeat-
ed, and he said: “Gus came last
night, late. He came over from
New York on the five o’clock and
There was no question of for-
giveness now. Too late for that.
Just, somehow, to endure, to live.
But Arthur had given her a mes-
sage for Dean Hare, wished to see
Dean right away. And—Phil was
waiting for her. She rose and
moved.
In the car, Phil asked, “Well, how
is he?”
“Oh, he’s fine,” she said. “Don’t
worry, Phil, he’s fine!” Whatever
her own certainty, the children need
not know.
(Continued Next Week)
--*----
with Miss Ola Mae
Rymal, who are in
& I.
Quintana News
Mrs. II. L. Kymal, Correspondent
He was white.
“She thought that if Miss Wines
was really killed at about one, as
the papers said, you couldn’t have
done it.
at home
him that
“Miss
twelve o’clock,” he said, half to him-
self.
“How do you know?”
He stared at her. “She was killed
before that,” he amended suddenly.
“Before I got there. Bob Flood
knows—” He rose in haste. “You’d
better go, Ellen,” he said. “Tell
Dean Hare I must see him right
away. You see, I’ve told them, up
to now, that I was at home at elev-
en fifteen. I hoped I could—lie out
of it. But now I may have to tell
them the truth.”
She rose to
softly, “You
thur?”
“Of course
believe—”
“You can tell me!”
He hesitated. He said
quickly mustered anger, “I told you,
I didn’t!” But she had felt his hesi-
tation; she watched him pitifully,
and he cried: “What are you wait-
ing for? Go on. Tell Dean Hare—”
And she said, submitting: “Very
well, Arthur, I’ll tell Dean. I’ll do
whatever you say.”
He
door,
him.
most
cape
She waited for a while after
had gone, in that hideous little room,
fighting for self-control,
hesitation had been like
His mustered anger at
ence had been eloquent.
' now surely that he was
faced the future, dazed, feeling noth-
ing. A dreadful time, a
that must be endured.
She thought, almost
I’ve always been so proud,
remembered something she had said
to Arthur long; ago, something about
a scandal. I could not forgive a
scandal, she had warne_d him then.
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saw an extra at the station, and
hurried right up here. It helped
to see him. You feel pretty much a
pariah, in jail, you know.”
Mrs. Sentry smiled dutifully at
the feeble humor. “He called me
up this morning,” she assented,
“just to say we could count on them
in every way.”
“He’s all right.”
“I’d like him better if Mrs. Loran
were nicer. She and I don’t speak
the same language. You heard Mary
tell how she behaved the other night,
at that dinner when Mr. Loran
wasn’t there. As if she were a—
burlesque actress, Mary said.”
“Mary always hated Gus. He used
to kiss her and Barbara whenever
he saw them when they were young-
sters, and Mary always hated to be
kissed. Gus did it to tease her, as
much as anything.” He added, after
a moment: “I expect Mary takes it
■—all this—pretty hard. .She’s the -
sort who would.”
She confessed: “I think she’s wor-
ried about what Neil Ray’s attitude
will be. He’s rather a—prig. But
Mary loves him.”
“It will all clear up in a few
days,” he predicted.
“I hope so.” She spoke after a
moment, in a tone curiously hum-
ble. “But Arthur—I think we have
to be honest with each other. 11
know what time you came home.” I
He stared at her; and she saw his
cheek drawn and pale. She said:
“It was quarter of one.”
After a long while he spoke, very
slowly, in a low tone. He said:
“Yes, Ellen. It was quarter of one,
half-past twelve, about that, any-
way.” He asked, “How did you
know?”
“Barbara saw you.”
“Barbara?” Sudden panic in the
word.
“Yes.”
His eyes were flickering with, rap-
id thought. His fists clenched on
the table; he lifted one and lowered
it again, and sweat was on his brow’.
“I hoped no one saw me,” he ad-
mitted. “Barbara?” She did not
speak; and he said at last, hopeless-
ly: “Well, if they ask her, she must
tell them. None of you must
Ellen. Tell them the truth.”
“Tell me the truth, Arthur,”
pleaded.
“I had nothing to do with the girl, I
Ellen! I didn’t—murder her!” J
She asked no question; and after
a moment he went on, hurriedly:
“This
to the
broke
yours,
in the
wretchedly.
there—I don’t know how she got
there, Ellen, or who killed her. 1
■ lost my head. I ought to have called
the police, but I was afraid to. I
left her there, we'rit home; I thought
if no one saw me—”
She said, gently: “You always
were afraid of things, Arthur.' You
found her there dead?”
“Yes.”
“Just—lying there?”
“There was someone with her. A
man They had robbed the safe, |
taken the money. He ran past me .
in the dark as I came up the stairs.” j
And he said again, in a helpless res-
ignation: “Barbara must tell them
the-truth if they ask her. None oi
you must lie.” He made a bitter!
gesture. “It will be hard enough!
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CHAPTER I—Barbara Sentry, seeking
to sober up her escort, Johnnie Boyd,
ion the way home from a party, slaps
lhim, and attracts the attention of a po-
liceman, whom the boy knocks down.
LAs he arrests him, Professor Brace of
i Harvard comes to the rescue and drives
^Barbara home. On the way they see
• Barbara’s father driving from the direc-
tion of his office at 12:45, but when he
i gets home he tells his wife it is 11:15
■and that he’s been playing bridge at the
;club. Next morning, while Barbara is
[telling her mother about her adventure,
an urgent phone call comes from Mr.
Sentry’s office after his departure.
CHAPTER III—Phil Sentry, son. at
[Yale, disturbed at the possible implica-
tions and suspicion of Miss Wines’ ab-
sence from her rooms for three days
during August, goes home to help. Sen-
try is arrested and booked for murder,
■and Dan Fisher explains the evidence
, against him—that the robbery was a
fake, the safe opened by one who knew
■ the combination, changed since Miss
[Wines’ employment there—that a back
door key, a duplicate of Sentry’s, was
■ found in the girl’s purse, and that-Sen-
try, too, had been away those three days
jin August. Brace calls, and backs up
I Barbara in her denial that Sentry could
have done it, because of the discrepancy
of time between the slaying and their
seeing Sentry on th« road.
CHAPTER II—Arriving home in the
late afternoon, Sentry reports his office
;has been robbed and a Miss Wines, for-
[mer temporary employee, killed. The
evening papers luridly confirm the story,
■ and Sentry takes it hard. Mary, elder
'daughter, in love with Neil Ray, young
(interne at the hospital where she works,
Igoes off to dinner at Gus Loran’s, Sen-
Try’s partner, with Mrs. Loran’s brother,
'Jimmy Endle. Mr. and Mrs. Sentry call
on old Mrs. Sentry, and Barbara, alone,
receives Dan Fisher, reporter, who ad-
vises her not to talk.
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