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THE CARROLLTON CHRON1CLP
&
CRUCIBLE
€ Ben Ames Wllliama.
By BEti nmES iuillinms
SYNOPSIS
Barbara Sentry, seeking to sober up her
escort, Johnnie Boyd, on the way home
from a party, slaps him, and attracts the
attention of a policeman, whom the boy
knocks down. As he arrests him, Professor
* way they see
\ the direction
Brace of Harvard comes to the rescuQ and
drives Barbara home. On the
Barbara's father driving from
of his office at 12:45, but when
home he tells his wife it is 11:15 and
he's been playing bridge at the club. Next
day Sentry reports his office ha:
robbed and a Miss Wines, forr
rary employee, killed,
luridly confirm the st<
fice at 12:45, but when he gets
tells his wife it is 11:15 and that
playing bridge at the club. Next
day Sentry reports his office has been
Miss Wines, former tempo-
killed. The evening papers
lly confirm the story, and Sentry takes
it hard. Mary, elder daughter, in love with
Mary, elder <
Neil Ray. young inti
where she works, goe;
Imran’s, Sentry’s partner, with Mrs.
y Endle. Mr.
Loran’
brother, ,
try call <
ter.
erne at the hospital
off to dinner at Gus
Loran'a
■ora ns
Jimmy Endle. Mr. and Mrs. Sen-
on old Mrs. Sentry, and Barbara,
lone, receives Dan Fisher, reporter, who
advises her not to talk. Phil Senti
Yale,
tions
vises her not to talk. Phil Sentry, son at
ile, is disturbed at the possible implica-
tions and suspicion of Miss Wines’ absence
from her rooms for three days during Aug-
ust. HeS goes home to help. Sentry is ar-
\ goes horr
rested and booked for murder. Dan Fisher
dence against him—that the
fake, the safe opened by
ested a:
xplains the evidi
robbery was a
ery
one who knew the comb
since Miss Wines' employmi
back door key, a duplicate of Sentry’s, w*
found in the girl's purse, and that Sentr:
e safe opened by
ibination, changed
ment there—that a
too, had been awi
August. Bn
purse.
vay those three days
11s, and backs up Barba:
August. Brace calls, and backs up Barbara
in her denial that Sentry could have done
it, because of the discrepancy of time be-
tween the slaying and their seeing Sei
ntry
over
open
ting and their seeing i
the road. Phil, showing the police
the house, finds his strong box forced
and his gun, which only his father knew of,
file, the pol' " '
money burned in the furn
see:
and tells her he had knowr
and murder the night befoi
on!
gone. Meanwhile, the police find the stolen
•ney burned in the furnace. Mrs. Sentry
'S her husband, who swears his innocence,
1 tells her he had known of the robbery
and murder the night before, but failed to
call the police, and came home at
Phil and his mother are doubtful of Si
innocence, but keep silent.
12:30.
of Sentry's
CHAPTER V
-11-
While they were at lunch, a little
later. Dean Hare telephoned to say
that Inspector Irons had decided to
postone his interrogations, so for the
afternoon they were free. Mary was
to see Neil Ray when he went off
duty: and as they finished lunch,
Linda came to propose that Phil go
for a drive with her.
“I have to go out to those mills in
Norwood to get some homespun,”
she explained, “and I hate to go
alone.”
Phil looked to his mother for con-
sent. “Go along,” she said. “Bar-
bara and grandmother will be
here.” So Phil went, and found a
measure of peace and forgetfulness
in being thus with Linda. But when
she brought him home, in late after-
noon, he was reluctant to face them
all; instead of going directly in-
doors, he walked around the house.
He heard voices by the muddy
stream beyond the pergola and went
to look down over the bank. Police-
men were there in boats with
things like hinged rakes, dragging
up debris from the bottom of the
stream. One of them saw him and
spoke quietly to the others, and they
all looked up, silently. Phil went
back toward the house, trembling.
He found his mother alone.
“Mary’s dining with Neil,” she ex-
plained, “and I sent Barbara in to
stay overnight with grandmother.
Professor Brace called, drove them
in.” She smiled reassuringly. “So
we’ll have dinner together, you and
I.”
“Professor Brace?” he echoed.
He remembered warily that the Dis-
trict Attorney had questioned Pro-
fessor Brace, but he did not say so.
“Funny for him to—hang around.”
“I suppose he’s naturally interest-
ed. The scientific mind, you know.”
Her tone was edged. “We’re under
his microscope, like insects.”
“He introduced himself to the re-
porters,” Phil recalled. “Almost as
if he—wanted publicity.”
“I see you don’t like him either.”
“Oh—I like him all right.”
Dinner was served and they went
in; and since they might here be
overheard they spoke of other
things. Phil talked at random,
steadily, fighting down his thoughts:
that his father had taken his gun,
that his father had tried to burn
money in the furnace, that his fa-
ther was a murderer! He must not
let his mother guess his dreadful
certainty.
And she, as intent to hide her
thoughts from Phil as he was to
conceal his from her, helped him
keep talk alive; but when they left
the table and went into the living-
room and were alone, silence
crushed them; and Phil noisily light-
ed a fire, and Mrs. Sentry tele-
phoned old Mrs. Sentry’s apartment
to say good night to Barbara. She
reported to Phil, when she left the
phone, that Professor Brace had
stayed to dinner with them.
“I suppose he's taking notes,” she
reflected. “Like that German tutor
at the foot of the table in ‘War and
Peace.’ Remember? There’s just a
paragraph about him, but he’s per-
fectly clear cut, a complete char-
acter in your mind afterward.”
Phil did not remember. “But
speaking of Russians,” he suggest-
ed, “how about some Russian
Bank?” So they played till Mrs.
Sentry said at last that they might
as well go to bed. The house seemed
very big and empty when they went
upstairs, and parted for the night.
Later, 'Mrs. Sentry, still awake,
heard Mary come in; but the girl
did not come upstairs, so her moth-
er went down, a dressing gown over
Jier night garments. She found Mary
in the living-room, standing by the
hearth, her lips bitten red, her hands
twisting.
And Mrs. Sentry tried in an awk-
ward way—they were not a demon-
strative family—to take the girl in
her arms, but Mary said, “Don’t,
please!”
So Mrs. Sentry sat down. “Shall
we talk for a while?” she suggest-
ed. “Or are you sleepy?”
"Sleepy!” The word was fierce
with scorn.
“How is Neil?’ *
“Very sensible!”
Mrs. Sentry said, “I knew he
would—help you.”
“Oh—help? Of course!”
“He didn’t, then?”
Mary said: “Don’t worry about
Neil! We were practically engaged,
but I told him tonight we must for-
get that. That after all this, I was
hopelessly disqualified to be a mis-
sionary’s wife, even in China!”
Mrs. Sentry waited. Mary said in
a flat voice, passionless as ashes,
“He agreed with me.”
After a while her mother spoke.
On the homeward way—Barbara
returned with them—they heard
newsboys calling late editions, and
one bawling youngster jumped on
the running-board when they
stopped for a Rraffic light to thrust a
paper before their eyes. A head-
line, inches high. “Sentry Indicted.”
Mrs. Sentry closed her eyes, and
the light changed, and the car
leaped ahead.
At home a knot ot people scat-
tered from the entrance to the
drive, gaped at them as they drove
in. Phil saw that one woman had
broken off a branch of rhododen-
dron, and he thought bitterly: For
a souvenir!
Indoors. Barbara asked in a shak-
en whisper, “Mother, what does ‘in-
dicted’ mean?”
Mrs. Sentry said, “Hush, dar-
ling!” And she asked, “Do you know
where Mary is, whether she’ll be
home to dinner?” She felt cold as
iron. Barbara shook her head.
“1 think Mary’s rotten!” Phil said
angrily. “We’ve got to—stick to-
gether!”
“She’s pretty unhappy, Phil,”
“Good Night! I’m Going to Bed.
tentatively. “I wish I could—hold
you in my lap, dear, as I did when
you were little and were hurt.”
“No, thanks. I’m not little any
more.” The girl stood before the
hearth, rigid and still, her eyes
fixed, her hands clasped behind her.
Mrs. Sentry thought of a martyr at
the stake surrounded by flames,
burned without being consumed. She
began to talk, of casual, healing
things.
“Some people called this after-
noon,” she said. “Mrs. Harry Murr,
bulging with questions she wanted
to ask and didn’t quite dare And
Mrs. Furness brought Miss Glen.
You could see her memorizing ev-
ery stick of furniture, every picture
on the walls, to use in her next
novel—”
The girl cried: “Mother, don’t!
How can you stand it?”
“And that young professor, Mr.
Brace, dropped in,” Mrs. Sentry
persisted. “He took mother and
Barbara to town.”
“You’re driving me crazy!”
Mrs. Sentry sighed wearily, sur-
rendering. “I’m sorry about Neil,
Mary. Yet—if he couldn’t—stand
the gaff, isn’t it a good thing to
know?”
“No it isn’t!” Mary cried. “What
does that matter, if you love a man?
What does it matter if he’s weak, a
sniveling coward, a drunkard, a
thief?” Her eyes widened “Even
a murderer,” she whispered. “You
go on loving him just the same.”
And she cried: “Oh. why is love
so deep a part of women, mother?
Why can’t we be reasonable, sensi-
ble!” She spat the word. “Like
men!” And suddenly, seeing the old-
er woman’s face, she stopped, said
then curtly: “Good night! I’m going
to bed.” The still room ached when
she was gone.
When Mrs. Sentry came down-
stairs in the morning, Mary had de-
parted, leaving no message; and
the older woman felt a deep con-
cern that was half despair.
But she hid it from Phil. They
stayed at home, together and yet
each one alone. Phil wondered
whether his mother knew that the
Grand Jury might act today; he
thought of a group of strange men,
in a secret room somewhere, hear-
ing evidence against his father, and
trembled as though he were ill. He
thought his mother might suggest
that they go again to see his fa-
ther, and knew that he himself had
no strength to face the older man
and to pretend he did not know
what he did know. But his mother
did not make the suggestion; and
after lunch they drove in to see old
Mrs. Sentry, and heard newsboys
shouting the name of Sentry, and
Mrs. Sentry shivered at last and
said with a weary smile:
“1 think we’d better stay at home
hereafter, Phil.”
Mrs. Sentry explained. “Neil Ray
broke their engagement.”
“Engagement? I didn’t know they
were engaged.”
“They would have been,0 in time.
Mary loved him.”
“I’d like to knock his block off!”
Mrs. Sentry said: “Don’t be a
child, Phil. I’m afraid you’ll find a
good many people take the same at-
titude. Now get ready for dinner,
both of you.”
She thought at dinner, while Phil
and Barbara talked to her, bravely
cheerful, that the world of which
they were a part must be just now
full of buzzing tongues. Her own
tongue had never been under a curb.
From the security of an assured
position she had spoken as she
chose, rigorous toward those who
transgressed her code. Now others
would have their turn. She tried to
imagine what people would say,
what their attitude would be. Would
they speak to her of Arthur? Pro-
testing they believed him innocent,
professing friendship and sympathy
while they watched her with sly, av-
idly curious eyes? She shuddered,
and she thought: I might take the
children abroad, live the rest of our
lives abroad, perhaps assume an-
other name. But someone who knew
them would find them out; there
would be whispering, whispering . . .
She tried to tell herself: He did
not do it! Of course, he had lied to
her about the time, that night, know-
ing she was too sleepy to recognize
his lie; but naturally he would lie,
after that dreadful moment at the
office when he found the dead girl.
Found her dead! Mrs. Sentry clung
to that thought stubbornly, insisting
to herself that Arthur did find the
girl dead as he had told her, refus-
ing to remember the panic in his
eyes, refusing to remember his tone
when he reiterated his assertion that
Miss Wines was dead before he
found her. Found her dead, he said;
and was afraid, and left her and
came skulking home.
And Mrs. Sentry hoped suddenly
that he would not tell the District
Attorney that story of chance dis-
covery and craven flight. Anything
was better than that shame. She
thought that if he did not speak
they might find some woman—any
woman—to swear that he had been
with her during the hours when the
murder occurred. That crime at
least would be robust, masculine;
not weakly cowardly . . .
But of course anything, any story
true or false that could be made
credible, was better than to see him
convicted of murder. If that hap-
pened, she could never lift her head
again. The pride she lived by was
worth fighting for. Even with lies!
Linda came in as they finished
dinner, and Mrs. Sentry welcomed
her, and proposed a rubber ol
bridge. She clung to Linda’s friend-
ly loyalty. Linda agreed; but Bar-
bara would not:
“I’m sorry,” she said, trying tc
smile. “I’m afraid this is my
evening for—letting go.” Her tones
were tremulously brave. “If you
don’t mind, I think I’ll slip off by
myself and cry for a while.”
She darted away. Phil would have
followed her, but Linda said softly:
“No, Phil. Let her go!”
They heard Barbara’s door close,
upstairs. Mrs. Sentry rose and they
went into the living-room, and talk
ran somehow, and a little after nine,
a car grated on the drive.
It was Mary. She came in with-
out laying aside her hat. Mrs. Sen-
try realized that the car had not
gone away, and she was cold with,
fear of what Mary would say. The
girl was flushed. Mrs. Sentry saw,
incredulously, that she had been
drinking. When Mary spoke, her
tones were louder than usual, harsh,
defiant.
She said to Linda, curtly. “This is
a family council, Linda.” She added
carelessly, “Oh, stay if you like, of
course.”
Phil protested: “Hey, Mary, don’t
talk like that! What’s the matter
with you?” He exclaimed, “You’re
drunk!”
She laughed derisively. “If pm
not it’s not for lack of trying.’’ And
she asked Linda: “Going? AH
ashore that’s going ashore! The
ship’s sinking!”
Linda said quietly: “No, Mary.
I’ll stay.”
Mrs. Sentry felt desperately that
she must speak, must do something.
Her heart was full of a great com-
passion; but old habit of repres-
sion bound her tongue. “Mary,
you’re not yourself!” she said stern-
ly.
“Myself?” Mary laughed in a
shrill way. “Myself? Who am l?
Who are you? Who ar.e any of us?”
And she said furiously: “Oh, I
thought I knew! I thought we were
so secure, and settled, and decent,
and good.” Her laughter rang mad-
deningly. “Decent? Good? No de-
cent, good people will ever speak to
us now.”
“Mary!”
(TO BE CONTINUED/
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Lesson for October 16
REVERENCE FOR GOD
LESSON TEXT—Exodus 20:7: Matthew
5:33-37: 12:33-37.
GOLDEN TEXT—Our Father which art In
heaven, Hallowed be thy name.—Matthew
6:9.
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Castle of Merry Old Soul
At the old Roman town of Col-
chester, in Essex, England, tradi-
tion places the castle of "Old King
Cole” of the nursery rhyme. Many
visit the Eleventh century castle
because it has the largest keep of
any castle in England.
Character reveals itself through
the words and deeds of a man. He
may try to conceal his real spiritual
condition and may assume an out-
ward appearance of piety but he
need not say many words, nor meet
many of life’s problems, before his
true condition is revealed.
Our lesson for today touches pri-
marily on the matter of the words
of men, presenting first God’s com-
mand that in speaking we are to
show reverence for His name, and
then leading up to the expression
of that reverence in abstinence
from swearing and from idle talk.
I. Reverence Commanded (Exod.
20:7).
The forbidden thing is the taking
of the name of the Lord “in vain.”
Our use of the word "vain” carries
the meaning of “useless, without
purpose or meaning.” This is part
of what is in mind in this command-
ment, for the name of Jehovah is
sacred and is to be reverenced as
standing for the eternal God. It is
never to be used carelessly, or for a
frivolous purpose. All too often we
tell jokes or stories which have no
real purpose or meaning except to
elicit a laugh and in them we use
the name of God. We all need to
exercise care at that point.
The Hebrew word translated
“vain” has the additional meaning
of “evil” and “falsehood.” Men are
sn bold that they may even use the
name of God to support themselves
in a lie. God hears and will in no
wise hold them guiltless.
II. Swearing Forbidden (Matt. 5:
33-37).
The Sermon on the Mount (so-
called), from which this portion of
Scripture is taken, is difficult to
interpret to the satisfaction of all.
Some disregard its evident appli-
cation to the kingdom and, attempt-
ing to apply it in the midst of an
ungodly generation, fall into such
inconsistency that they abandon the
effort and regard the teaching of
the passage as Impossible idealism.
Others, who rightly interpret the
passage as presenting the laws and
principles of life in the kingdom of
God when it shall be fully set up
on earth with Jesus as King, fail
to make any application of those
principles to the life of those who
are now living in this world—though
not of it—but rather have their cit-
izenship in heaven. This is also an
unfortunate error.
We who follow the Lord Jesus are
not to swear by either things sacred
or things that might be called secu-
lar. Perhaps He has in mind that
our lives should be so true that men
will not need to have any kind of
an oath to be assured of our sin-
cerity and honesty. Some believe
that all oaths even in court are for-
bidden, while others, with due re-
spect for the feelings of those who
hold this view, regard the taking of
oaths in official matters as not be-
ing in mind. All would agree that
the careless and almost sacrilegious
use of God’s name in administering
oaths would be taking His name in
vain.
Swearing is also entirely beyond
the pale with Christian men and
women. It is all too common with
both men and women. , A great
church has organized a “Holy Name
Society” to keep its members from
using the name of the Lord in pro-
fanity. What a telling comment on
the times in which we live!
Ill Judgment Assured (Matt. 12:
33-37).
Jesus had cast out a demon who
had possessed a man and made him
blind and dumb. The Pharisees
could not deny the miracle but at-
tributed it to the power of Beelze-
bub, prince of the demons. Jesus
closed their mouths by pointing out
that Satan did not work against him-
self, and went on to speak solemn
words regarding their and our re-
sponsibility for what we say.
A day of judgment is coming,
when we shall answer for the idle
and wicked words which we speak.
While we would not bring condem-
nation upon those who indulge in the
innocent pleasantries of life by mak-
ing too severe an application of
these words, neither should we de-
stroy their evident import by fail-
ing to apply them to our daily con-
versation. One need but listen to the
casual small talk of men and women
in public places to realize that we
need to give attention to the mat-
ter of elevating not only the conver-
sation of others but our own as well
to a nobler and more helpful level.
Surely Christians should speak for
the glory of God on every occasion
and in each circumstance of life.
The way to accomplish this worthy
purpose, and the only way, is to
have the heart and- life filled with
the good treasure of God’s Word,
for verily out of the abundance of
the heart the mouth speaketh. What
do your words and mine indicate to
others regarding what is in our
hearts?
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