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Friday Mornings December 24 1943
THE BARTLETT TRIBUNE
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all from the will of her Aunt Kitty ivlm
died (ram fin overdosa ol morphine Har-
ry Madison an amateur detective and
Hunt Rogers a professional sleuth go
to Mazatlan Mexico on a yacht cruise
with Margaret and Dwlght Nichols. Ar-
riving there they find that Elsa and her
party have preceded them by plane. They
dine at ths rancho o( Elsa's father Bam
Cliattlcld whom Rogers questions about
lils visit to his sister Kitty In Los An-
geles the night she died. Later Sam
Cliatncld addresses his guests on the sub-
ject of Kitty's death and asks that llog-
ers conduct an examination. Itogrrs
Cross-questions the entire group and dis-
covers that each has a motive.
CHAPTER VIII
"Thank you Dwlght.
And you
Margaret?"
"Not guilty Hunt" Margaret said
.with a smile.
Rogers paused as if debating the
propriety pi his next question. "You
told me 6nce didn't you Marga-
ret that you too might be said to
have a motive?"
"Yes" answered Margaret frank-
ly. "I was jealous of Kitty; she
was out to take Dwlght away from
me"
"Don't be absurd dear" Dwjght
Nichols interrupted.
"I'm not darling"
"I had a motive" said Elsa im-
pulsively recklessly. "I hated her.
I'd hated her all my life."
Sam Chatfield looked thoughtfully
at his daughter and was about to
speak when Berta her white teeth
flashing her eyes moving almost
roguishly declared:
"I had a motive too and Sam;
the sister was inhospitable insult-
ing to usV Such a scene 1 It made
something" she pressed her plump
beautiful hands to her bosom
"something inside very very mad.
With both of us."
In this curious haste to confess
motives Rogers' face was full of
interest; a faint smile played about
his lips his mild blue eyes shifted
swiftly from one to the other of
the grqup as each one spoke. After
Berta had spoken silence fell upon
us. Rogers remarked:
"All these things of course I've
known. There remains only Reed
Barton's motive." He glanced at
Reed who sat stiffly in his leather
pantaloons as if to ask permission
for what he was about to say. "Reed
his said that Katherine Chatfield
can be blamed for his father's sui-
v cide it was over a matter of some
mortgaged property which could
have been saved by a little leniency
upon the part of the deceased.
"Now then" he paused as if un-
certain where to go from this point
"according to the estimate of the
coroner's office Katherine Chatfield
died some time before midnight; dis-
covery ol the body was not made
until about seven the following
morning. Everyone here has a mo-
tive of some sort perhaps even
Chesebro has a motive. It would
be odd if he were the only person
lacking one. Until he can be ques-
tioned in this connection we'lj not
know definitely. Moreover whether
or not he was there that night had
opportunity "
"If it's Chesebro you're talking
about Hunt he was there" came
the husky voice of George Rumble.
"There? That night we're speak
ing of? I must be certain."
"Sure he was there. I saw him
come away."
"How. about his going in? Did you
Bee that?"
"No I didn't. I'd walked down
the street after I got thrown out
Hnd when I came back by there
Chesebro was coming out. Perhaps
you've noticed how he's treated me
Hunt like a yellow dog from the
first time I contacted him. Well I
think that's the reason for it. He's
acted like he was afraid of me or
that I might tell on him."
"That's interesting" said Rogers
rubbing the side of his large nose
thoughtfully with a forefinger. -"Our
circle widens."
"I saw plenty of other things that
night too. But they never meant
anything to me until now because
I always thought the dame commit-
ted suicide. You put a different
light on things Hunt."
"Whom else did you see?"
"I saw Reed Barton" and he
turned a meaningful glance upon
Reed. "He was coming out just as
I was trying to get in to hand her
the bill for my work."
"But Katherine Chatfield was alive
when you got in to see her?"
"I'll say she was allvp; she was
cllpkin' on all sixteen cylinders when
I saw her."
"But you didn't leave the vicinity
of her home after you got thrown
put? Is that it?"
"Right.'.'
"Did you enter the house a second
time?"
"No"
" "How long did you stay around
thereabouts? And why?"
"I stayed because I was mad
'George' I kept talking to myself
'you got to cool down before you
go in again.' When I get to talking
to myself you know something is
burning me. And that dame sure
did. My apologies to you Chat-
field; she was your sister."
"Don't mention it" Sam Chatfield
absorbed in the. conversation roused
torcply to Rumble "I am aware
that Kitty was a peculiar woman-'
"How long did you hang about?"
Rogers persisted
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"Oh maybe an hour. Not right
In front of the house Hunt you un-
derstand. I'd walk down to the end
of the block and loaf a while then
come back. About the second time
I done that I see Mrs. Nichols get
In a car standing In front of the
house and drive off."
Dwight sprang out of his chair
and walked over to Rumble. He
seized him roughly by the shoulder.
"Are you accusing my wife of
killing Kitty Cllatfiold7' he demand-
ed harshly. '
"No. I'm just telling what I saw
that night."
"Don't darling" said Margaret.
"He may be right at that."
"May be right7" repeated Dwight
puzzled.
"Well then is right" said Mar-
garet defiantly.
Dwlght let go his hold on Rumble
and straightened up passing a hand
across his face uncertainly.
"Who was it who ran out of the
house Margaret?" asked Rogers
"He didn't see me" she said. "He
couldn't have known I'm sure" that
I was behind the drapery. I lost
Two men on the platform were
doing the Coyote dance.
my courage; I couldn't go on with.it.
Talk with Kitty I mean."
"Who was it?" pressed Rogers.
"I'll tell you who it was Hunt"
Rumble's voice replied. "I can see
she don't want to tell. But the guy
passed me down the walk a little
ways where a street light hit him
full in the face." I glanced at Mar-
garet. I thought that she was about
to faint; her eyes were on Rumble
fascinated hypnotic. Rumble took
his time realizing that he held the
spotlight. Finally he said "It was
Reed Barton."
Dwight Nichols sat back with an
air of relief picked up a cigarette
and lighted it and filled his lungs
with smoke. Margaret settled into
her chair with a little sigh. I looked
at Reed Barton He was like a man
bewildered. Suddenly he became
aware that we all were staring.
"George Rumble is a liar!" he
said quietly.
There was little or nothing left to
be lugged out into the open that
night. For a time Huntoon Rogers
continued to explore skillfully into
the hidden angles of what already
had been revealed. At length Elsa
interrupted.
"We're wasting the evening
Hunt" she said getting to her feet
and imploring him with her eyes to
quit and let us go outside. For from
out of doors came the sound of mu-
sic of dancing feet of voices lifted
in song. The members of the house-
hold grown tired of waiting for the
signal to start were already trying
their skill.
"All right Elsa" Rogers yielded
with a smile; "on the condition that
I may question any one of you later
if it is necessary to clear up cloudy
points."
"Of course" Sam Chatfield
agreed. "And I thank you Mr. Rog-
ers. You've managed to throw light
into several dark corners. If at any
time I can be of service to you
please command me."
Rogers' reply was lost In the gen-
eral movement of the group to the
scene of the festivities in the open
courtyard just beyond the patio wall
where a low platform had been
built over hollow jars to magnify
the sound of the nimble feet and
clicking heels.
-"Oh senorn" Rogers detained
Berta as the others moved out of
the room.
"Yes senor" Berta replied paus-
ing expectantly and looking up at
the tall figure.
"This morning"' Rogers began
"near the stables an old dog was
put to death with chloroform. I was
told that you gave the drug to the
man foi that purpose. Is that true?"
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A blank look greeted Rogers' ques-
tion. For a moment Berta contin-
ued to stare upward at her ques-
tioner. "No it is not true" she said sud-
denly. "I krow nothing about any
chloroform. It is unthinkable that
such a drug would be on the rancho
senor."
"Thank you senorn" said Rog-
ers and he bowed to her.
George Rumble caught up with
me as I strolled through the patio
in the direction of the dancing plat-
form. He put his hand on my arm
and walked several steps with me
before remarking:
"You know Barry Hunt's got me
to thinking the same as he does.
Somebody sure as heck croaked that
old gal back in Pasadena. But why
does Reed Barton want to lie about
it? I ain't wrong. I'm not lying.
I saw him; and I don't forget a
face. Ho acted like he was scared
to death runnin' down the side-
walk. I think he got into a car down
around the corner that night. Be-
cause there was one pulled out in
about the time it would take for him
to run there get in and drive off.'-
"Anyway George" I said "it's
up to you to prove it. Margaret
says she didn't see who it was;
Reed says you're lying. Who is go-
ing to believe you?"
"You know what?" George Rum-
ble said emphatically. "I think the
old lady was dead when Barton ran
out of the house."
"You may be right."
"You know" he paused as we
reached the grilled doorway to the
open courtyard "I'll bet I could run
that thing down find out who killed
that woman." Someone passed us in
the darkness and Rumble reached
out to detain him. "Chatfield I was
jUst telling Barry that I think I
could figure out vho killed your sis-
ter. I'm going to try it anyhow."
"Well I wish you success Mr.
Rumble" replied Sam Chatfield
courteously. "Don't you want to
come on out into the plaza now? I'll
find you a seat. We've got some in-
teresting dancers among the work-
ers on the rancho. They are put-
ting on most of the show for us.
A few people may come out from
town to join in or to watch as they
feel like it."
"Sure we're coming. It's busi-
ness with me. I'm always looking
for talent. I never know where I
might find something or somebody I
can promote like I have Elsa."
"There's a Yaqui dance just get-
ting started. You mustn't miss it."
Rumble and I found seats on a
bench in an enlarged circle under
the open sky. There was an air of
festivity pervading the crowd. The
air was heavy with perfume drift-
ing down upon us on the soft night
air. A burst of firecrackers star-
tled the edge of the crowd but they
soon popped themselves out. The
odor of cooking came from the
kitchen where in the ruddy glow of
charcoal fires women still were pat-
ting tortillas.
Two men on the platform were do-
ing the Coyote Dance. To the beat-
ing of a flat drum and the chant-
ing of the lone drummer the danc-
ers swinging lowered heads their
feet moving in an intricate sidewise
shuffle backed slowly to the rear
of the platform. To a brisker tempo
they galloped forward only to re-
peat the maneuver over and over.
Coyote skins .stuck with feathers of
the turkey eagle woodpecker and
hawk hung down their backs. As
the dance began to take on a mo-
notonous air Rumble wearied of it
and got up from the bench and dis-
appeared. A moment later Elsa
crowded in beside me.
"Did you just get here?" I asked.
"Yes" she answered In my ear
and snuggled against me. I put my
arm around her and we sat for
some minutes while the beating of
the drum and the chanting Yaqui
voice went on.
"I'm not the same person in Mex-
ico Barry that I am at home. This
is a man's country not a woman's.
So what does all my talk about eco-
nomic independence mean down
here; and finding myself and run-
ning until things go dizzy inside of
me? Was I being silly Barry? Mex-
ico gives me a sense of deeper
more fundamental things "
"You're just being Elsa" I said.
"Adorable as always and desirable
and lovely."
"Please don't say things like that.
Barry. I feel very contrite for my
madness this morning. I went in
just now to apologize to Jimmy the
Cheese. Even though I still hate
him enough to kill him I thought I
should apologize for my unladylike
behavior this morning. It was very
humiliating for me to have to beat
him like a dog. And honestly I
didn't know about his heart. That's
what makes it so embarrassing for
me now."
"And did you apologise?"
"Hq was asleep I spoke to him
but he was lying very quietly and
oh so bandaged I Did I do that
Barry? i came away without dis-
turbing him. Probably the next time
I'll not feel contrite and he'll never
know that I want to apologize."
The dancing continued; the drum
the chanting voice the dancers who
each were now astride a long bow
which they beatr as they would flog
a horse with a split bamboo stick
as they shuffled nimbly and galloped!
about began almost to weave a
spell upon the spectators
ITG BE CONTINUED)
Yule Accidents
Mar Festivities
Christmas Is usually the happiest
day of the year but at the same time
it is a day in which many serious
home accidents are likely to occur
unless certain precautions are taken.
In fact three times as many
fatalities caused by fires occur in
December as in July when the
nation celebrates with firecrackers
Rorrnn candles and the like. About
twice as many people die from
burns scalds and explosions ex-
cepting conflagrations during the
last month of the year as domparcd
with July and there are twice as
many firearm fatalities in the homes
this month as there are in July
according to the National Safety
Council.
Light-weight materials tree decor-
ations or even "Santa Claus" himself
may catch fire from candles. If
electricity is available in the home
it may be far less expensive to pur-
chase a small set of bulbs and wiring
for the evening decorations. Candles
burning in windows with loose cur
tains are equally dangerous and
should not be used.
Falls from icy steps and walks
especially when they are covered
with snow- are among the most
common accidents of the Yuletide
season. Although it may give an
unattractive appearance scattering
ashes or sand over the ice may pre-
vent a broken arm or leg or perhaps
a fatal injury to a member of the
family or to visitors.
Sharp and bulky toys left on the
floor stairs or in a doorway fre-
quently cause injuries to those step-
ping on them when the room is in
semi-darkness.
"Highly-polished waxed floors and
icy shoes form a combination that
increases the danger from falls.
Fatigue from keeping late hours
during the hdliday season and the
hurry associated with Christmas
preparations are likewise conducive
to home accidents.
Santa's Friend
The rather sad gaze this young-
ster is giving Santa Claus was re-
placed by a happy smile when the
old gentleman assured her that her
Christmas list had reached him in
good shape and that it would be
taken care of at the proper time.
What Dickens Thought
About Christmas
Christmas time! That man must
be a misanthrope indeed in whose
breast something like a jovial feel-
ing is not aroused in whose mind
some pleasant associations are not
awakened by the recurrence of
Christmas.
Who can be insensible to the out-
pourings of good feeling and the
honest interchange of affectionate
attachment which abound at this
season of the year? A Christmas
family party! We know nothing in
nature more delightful! There seems
a magic in the very name of Christ-
mas. Petty jealousies and discords
are forgotten; social feelings ale
awakened in bosoms to which they
have long been strangers; father
and son or brother and sister who
have met and passed with averted
gaze or a look of cold recognition
for months before proffer and return
the cordial embrace and bury their
past animosities in their present
happiness Kindly hearts that have
yearned toward each other but have
been withheld by false notions ol
pride and self-dignity are again
reunited and all is kindness and
benevolence! Would that Christmas
lasted the whole year through (as it
ought) and that the prejudices and
passions which deform our better
nature were never called into action
among those to whom they should
ever be strangers!
CHARLES DICKENS
J SANTA CLAUS IND.
Every year the little town of
Santa Claus Ind. bursts with
activity at Christmas time.
Then one-quarter of the town's
population of 200 is busily en-
gaged gptting out the thousands
of letters that pass through the
local post office. All seek the
coveted post-mark of "Santa
Claus Ind."
It is necessary to work 10 hour
shifts
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easy for little girls to put it on
and button it in a jiffy! It is just
like the smart new grown-up
styles in its tailored simplicity.
Most rayon fabrics shbuld be
pressed when slightly damp but
spun rayons look best if ironed
when almost dry.
Look over clothes and household
textiles regularly reinforce weak
places and mend small holes be-
fore they grow large and fabrics
will last longer.
If you use electric extension
cords check them frequently for
frayed places. Never handle a
cord with wet hands and handle a
wet cord only with a thick pad or
dry cloth.
When the sweetness of cream is
doubtful stir in a pinch of soda.
This will prevent curdling even in
hot coffee.
To protect yarn or small woolen
articles from moths put them in a
tightly covered glass jar or tin
can. The jar is preferable as it
enables one to see immediately
what it contains.
It Is a simple matter to spread
french dressing uniformly over a
salad by using a clothes sprinkler
of the cock-necked bottle-top va-
riety. When finished the sprinkler
can be inserted in a '"hot-water
faucet and quickly cleaned.
To remove hard water scale or
stains from porcelain enameled
ware boil a mild solution of soda
in it periodically. A mixture of
salt and lemon juice rubbed on
the utensil and wiped off with a
wet rag will also do the trick.
Gems of Thought
CINCERITY is impossible un-
less it pervade the whole be-
ing and the pretense of it saps
the very foundation of charac-
ter. Lowell.
net'er with important air.
In comersation oierbear.
My tongue uithin my lips I rein;
For uho talks much must talk in lain.
-GAY.
Whoever is out of patience is
out of possession of his soul.
Men must not turn bees and
kill themselves in stinging oth-
ers. Bacon.
Success in life includes hav-
ing constancy of purpose for
this means a life under control.
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First Choice in the Service
If you've ever noticed the top of
a Marine Officer's visor cap
you've seen on it something you
won't find on any other cap worn
in "Uncle Sam's service a neat
"X" of looped braid.
There's a story back of that
braided "X" and it goes back
more than 150 years to a time
shortly after the U. S. Marines j
were first organized.
In those days of sailing ships
naval battles often ended in close
hand-to-hand fighting as the crew
of one ship tried to board the oth-
er and Marines of course were
in the thick of the fight. Some were
in the boarding party and some
were posted in the rigging to fire
down on the enemy. It was be-
cause of those men firing from
high on the masts that Marine of-
ficers whose uniforms from above
resembled the enemy's fixed
"X'S" on their hats.
In other words that braid meant
to the Marines in the rigging "X
marks the spot not to shoot at!"
Since those days the "X" on the
cap has become a standard part
of the Marines' uniform. Another
piece of "standard equipment"
you'll notice among Marines these
days whether they're wearing
dress uniform or combat dunga-
rees is the American cigarettes
they .carry with them wherever
they go. In all those news pictures
you ve seen of Uncle Sam s fight-
ing men snapped as they are re-
laxing while "off duty" you'll find
that m most cases they will be
smoking a cigarette. And what
brand do they prefer? Well actual
sales records show that the favo-
rite with men in the Marines as
in the Navy is Camel. Likewise
according to the sales records
Camels are first choice with men
in the Army.
Fighting men who have'1 come
back from jungles deserts and
mountains wherever Uncle Sam's
forces are stationed give one
pretty good reason for this choice.
They say that Camels stay fresh
that out in the jungles of Guadal-
canal for instance the Camels
they get are actually just as fresh-
tasting and full-flavored as the
ones they used to get back home.
Of course the millions of men
in training camps here at home
want their cigarettes just as much
as soldiers. Your dealer now has
Camels in special Christmas car-
tons gay and colorful and he
will be glad to wrap them for you
for mailing. Adv.
White and Black Swans
All the native swans of Europe
and North America have white
feathers. The only swans with
dark feathers are those which have
their native homes south of the
equator. Australia has black swan3
and the southern end of South
America has black-necked swans
in great numbers.
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Ilare's Fur Soles
The pika or "whistling hare1' a
rare animal found in its wild state
only in mountain parts of the west-
ern side of the North American
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