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MT. PLEASANT DAILY TIMES SATURDAY, MAY 2, 1936.
The Mt. Pleasant Daily Times
METHODIST CHURCH
Published daily except Sunday by Times Review Pub. Co. [
Cl. W. Cross. Editor
Due to the press of duties in
^ connection with the campaign
Hugh C. Cross, Associate Editor! kmnS conducted in the interest
_---------------of the Southern Methodist Uni-
Entcrcd us second class mail matter at the Post Office at Mt. i varsity, Mr. Mudisun (Multy)
Pleasant. Texas, under the Act of Congress. March 8, 1879. 1 Bell, who was scheduled to
" ’ ; speak at the Methodist Church
Any erroneous reflection upon the character, standing or rep- j tomorrow night, has wired that
utation of any person nr concern which may appear in the col-| it wiii be impossible for him to
come to Mt. Pleasant at this
_____________( time. The pastor will preach
. ... , , , , . , ... , jiit both services tomorrow.
Obituaries, resolutions ot respect and cards of thanks will be Church School meet'' at n-45
"THERE'S MURDER IN THE A!R
byR.OY CHANS LOR-
urans of this paper will be gladly corrected when brought to the
attention of the publisher.
charged for at regular advertising rates.
Epworth Leagues, Interme-
BAPTIST CHURCH
sc.^!
April was a mighty good
month for us. All things con-
;7eed Everything You Grow
with this complete,
balanced diet
W. T. BLACK
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Mt.
Optometrist
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Shop
Pleasant Beauty
FIRST
Quality, Service and Price
New Location—Florey Bldg.
Phone 126
Mother’s Day
Specials
Two 8x10 tinted photographs '
for Mother's Day—$3.00
PRAYTORS STUDIOS
Highway 1, West of Town
McClinton Radio and
Electric Shop
Call 98
Bryan Braley
State Licensed Land Surveyor
First National Bank Bldg.
Mt. Pleasant, Tex., P.O. Box 291
: church attendance was reason-
| ably good. We received thir-
| teen member's in our member-
1 ship, and the offering
| month was most encouraging.
| We rejoice at the splendid suc-
cess of the pss< month, but now
April is gone and May is here.
We want to make this month
better for the church than Ap-
ril was. We shall have to
work some to do this, I admit,
but we can do it. Shall we?
The church will make the an -
swer.
Sunday School at 9:45 a. m.
We have classes for you and a
teacher for every class. We
shall be looking for you.
At 11 a. m. and 8 p. m. the
pastor will preach. The sub-
ject for the morning hour is:
“God a Sun," and evening, “The
Wages of Sin.’
B. T. U. meeting 7 p. m. We
have a fine company of young |
people who come here every
Sunday evening for this meet-
ing. It would be good for you
to get with them in this fine
work.
If you want to get with a
church that is going forward in
a good way, come with us.
Visitors in the city and stran-
gers are always most welcome.
—J. N. Vandiver. Pastor.
Sacrament of the Lord’s Sup-
per will be administered at
f lh ; both services, and special music
e I will be rendered.
PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH
Sunday School at 9:45 a. m.
Preaching cervices at 11 a.
m. and 7:30 p. m.
A telegram received this
morning states that Dr. Tuck-
er has been called the bedside
of his father, and will have to
postpone his visit to us.
Young People’s League meets !
ae 6:30.
Visitors and strangers wel- j
come.—Geo. C. Moore, Pastor. J
Phone 15 for Job Printing.
W. D. ELLIOTT
State Licensed Land Surveyor
, Cleland Building
Mt. Pleasant, Texas
1P.O. Box 68 Phone 14
A Free Lunch
For Hungry Moths
No matter how valuable
your coat may
be it is just a
free lunch to
moths unless
proper precau-
tions are lak n
to protect it.
Willard Batteries
Mt. Pleasant Battery Station
Willard Batteries
Earl Porter, Prop.
UFE TIME
IOTHPROOF
One
Applica-
tion of
BERLOU
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Is guaranteed to prevent
moth damage FOR THE
LIFE of articles treated.
As us about BERLOU I
PAUL A. TAYLOR
Optometrist
Eyes Examined, Glasses Fitted
Office: Florey Bldg. j
Over Lilienstern's Gash Store j CLEANER
P. D. Thornton
PHONE 67
ARE YOU PARTICU-
LAR ABOUT YOUR
LOOKS?
YOU SHOULD BE
Come to Vaughan’s and get experien-
ced information, in Permanents and
Facials, and all other Beauty Work.
Vaughan Beauty Parlor
Phone 48 For Appointment
POLITICAL
ANNOUNCEMENTS;
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We are authorized to make!
the following announcements, j
subject to the action of the!
Titus County Democratic Pri-!
mary July 25, 1936: ,
For State Senator, 1st District: J
E. HAROLD BECK
ED B. LEVEE JR.
For Representative 35th Dis- ,
trict
J. C. PORTER |
HOWARD FLOYD ;
DOUGLAS WRIGHT !
VIRGIL A. FIELDEN !
For District Judge:
I. N. WILLIAMS
For District Attorney:
JOHN A. COOK
BASCOM PERKINS
For County Judge:
C. T. NEUGENT
For Sheriff:
SAM T. SMITH
GROVER ARD
W. L. HAZELWOOD
ELMER CATO
I. L. (IKE1 HAYS
R. L. (BOB) THOMAS
EDGAR HOBBS
Q. C. GADDIS
For District Clerk:
LEON RHEA
JOHN S. MOSES
FLOYD KEITH
ELMER LEE
For County Attorney:
T. R. FLOREY JR.
TRAYLOR RUSSELL
MORRIS ROLSTON
For County Clerk:
A. B. (CUB) GILPIN
JACK CROSS
For Tax Assessor & Collector:
J. T. LEFTWICH
M. O. (OSCAR) COMBS
For County Treasurer:
GEO. W. MeLEMORE
J. D. McCLUNG
D. C. (Clifton) MORGAN
For Commissicneh Free. 1:
B. L. AGAN ,
LESTER GARRETT
T. J. STRINGFELLOW
GEORGE' N. SMITH
For Public Weigher Prec. 1:
WALTER McCAULEY
For J. P. Precinct One:
H. E. WILHITE
DR. W. T. BALLARD
For Constable Precinct 1:
WES PAYNE
CHAS. W. ROBINSON
T. B. (Tyler) REDFEARN
DICK LANGSTON
AUBREY REDFEARN
SYNOPSIS
Beautiful Ruth Tyler, blind
daughter of former District Attor-
ney Daniel Tyler, is psychic and
foretells murders, but is powerless
to reveal enough information so
that the tragedies can be averted.
These manifestations occur while
Ruth, a talented musician, plays her
violin—and always at night. The
girl becomes terror-stricken and
suddenly this strange power grips
her. Her father enlists the aid of
Dr. Jan Karasc, noted psychiatrist,
but as Karasc is working on an-
other case, he sends his young assist-
ant Nat Benson, to study the girl.
Nat is introduced tn Ruth ns the
sen cf her father’s college chum, in
the city on a visit. One night, when
Ruth lta5 a spell, Nat prevents Ty-
ler Lem trying to sooths her, with
the result her vision is keener than
ever and she is able to reveal the
name of the person marked for
death. This time it is Paul Y. Gor-
don, an international banker. Nat
telephones Gordon.
CHAPTER VII
A lean man with a hooked nose
rat in tin* small lodge which guarded
the main gate to the Westchester
estate of Paul Y. Gordon. He was
tilted back, comfortably in a chair,
his feet toasting before a gleaming
red-hot stove, but his eyes were
open, very much so, and they never
left the roadway which shone white
in the darkness in front of the gate.
Across his knees lay a sawed-off
shotgun.
Behind him, brooding over the
countryside, the huge house
sprawled, a hundred yards back
from the road, dark and silent. In-
side, secure in the knowledge that
trusted armed men guarded every
entrance, the master slept alone in
his suite on the top floor. Below, in
their various chambers, slumbered
his household, unaware that any
precautions to ensure security were
necessary.
Off to the right the lean man
heard sounds approaching. He
leaned forward. That would be
Nelson, probably — Nelson, who
made the complete rounds of all the
outposts every hour. But he wanted
to be certain. The lean man rose,
holding the shotgun easily. Yes, it
was Nelson.
The squat, tow-headed Swede
paused only to pass the time of night
and went on, toward the next guard.
And the lean man tilted back once
more in his chair. Then the tele-
phone rang—not the intercommuni-
cating phone which connected all
the scattered lodges, but the trunk-
line phone. Lazily wondering who
could be calling at such an hour, the
lean man answered.. . .
In his top-floor retreat, Paul Gor-
don, always a light sleeper, heard
the first tinkle of the phone from
the main gate. Wide awake imme-
diately, he seized the receiver, his
nerves taut. It was Cooke at the
“This is Nat Benson, Mr. Gordon
—secretary to Mr. Tyler. We have
reason to believe that your life is
in danger; and we—’’
“What’s that ? ” Gordon demanded.
“Your life is in danger,” the voice
repeated. “We want to see you, and
explain the first thing in the morn-
ing.”
“What is it you’re driving at?”
said Gordon sharply.
“I can’t explain on the phone,”
said the voice, "But both Mr. Tyler
and I—”
“Can’t you toll me what informa-
tion you have?” demanded Gordon.
“In the morning,” said the voice.
“Meanwhile, take the utmost pre-
cautions for the balance of the night.
You can confirm this call by asking
“Good night,” she said.
Gordon, feeling slightly foolish,
returned to his room, but not toy
sleep.
* * * * ▼
The day was bright and only
slightly windy; so Tyler decided on
the open car. Ruth wore a warm
coat, and Nat tucked a robe about
her snugly before he took the wheel.
He headed northward, the powerful
car humming.
Once out of the city they ob-
tained specific directions from a
motorcycle patrolman and contin-
ued.
Presently they came to the side
road described by the policeman and
turned off. Five miles back, he had
said, a huge house on a rolling hill-
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main gate.
“There’s a feller on the wire says
he’s got to speak to you, personal,
right away,” said Cooke’s voice.
‘ Says it’s very important."
. “What fool is calling at this
hour ? demanded Gordon, irritated.
“Find out what he wants.” There
was a low murmur over the wire,
Cooke talking into the other phone.
Gordon’s irritation turned to curi-
osity. It couldn’t be a business
matter. His close associates knew
his private number. Who could be
calling on the regular trunk wire at
this ungodly hour?
“Says his name’s Benson,” said
Cooke’s voice. “Nat Benson. Says
the matter’s urgent.”
"Benson ?” said Gordon. “Never
heard of him. Tell him to call my
secretary in the morning.”
“Says he’s calling for Mr. Daniel
Tyler. Cooke went on, after a mo-
ment. “Tyler that used to be D. A.”
“Oh,” said Gordon. He knew
Tyler by name and reputation. But
who would use Tyler’s name to call
him in the middle of the night? He
grunted impatiently.
“Ask him what he wants,” he
said.
There was another low murmur-
ing, then Cooke’s voice, anxious:
“This guy says it’s a matter of
life and death, boss; you better talk
to ’im.”
“Afi right,” Gordon growled.
Put him on/'
In a moment he heard a clear,
intense voice on the wire.
She sat up in the road, flung her hair back and blinked up at them, the
sun in her eyes.
Information for Mr. Tyler’s num-
“Right,” said Gordon. “Hang up,
and I’ll call you back.”
Puzzled, alarmed and vaguely an-
noyed, Gordon obtained the Tyler
number from Information and put
-------- ------ --------------- „nd put
through a call. The same voice an
swered:
“What time may we come?” it
asked.
“Eleven,” said G6rdon, and hung
up.
He stared at the receiver for a
long moment. Cold perspiration
stood out on his upper lip. He
wiped it, nervously. Then he called
Cooke.
“Have you seen or heard any-
thing?” he demanded.
“Not a thing, boss,” said Cooke.
“What’d the guy have to say?”
“He warned me I was in danger,’
said Gordon. “Keep your eyes and
ears open and pass the wofid along.”
“Kayo,” said Cooke.
Paul Gordon sank back on the
bed. He pulled the covers close
about him. But still he was cold.
For a long time he lay straining for
the slightest sound. Everything
was quiet. Presently, unable to
allay his uneasiness, he got up,
donned dressing-gown and slippers,
and went out into the'hall.
He proceeded softly down the
stairs, two floors. He hesitated in
front of the door to his wife’s apart-
ment, the apartment she had occu-
pied since his illness, two months
now. Then he knocked, a low knock.
After a moment she answered, and
he entered. She sat up in bed, her
mass of lovely black hair framing
her olive face.
“Carlotta?” he said. “I—are you
all right?"
“All right?” she said. “Why—
of course.
He went close to her, smiled down
atherdark beauty, stroked her hair.
silly of me,” he said. “But I
couldn t sleep.”
He leaned down and kissed her
forehead.
“Sorry I woke you, darling,” he
said. “Good night.”
She lifted her face and gave him
a slight little kiss, smiled.
side. Nat increased speed. As
they rounded a slight curve, he
slammed on the brakes, screech-
ingly, and they came to an abrupt
stop just behind a long rakish yel-
low roadster.
It was apparently stalled, but no
one was in sight. Nat stared curi-
ously at the yellow car. Then he
grinned as he glanced down at the
road beside it. Two absurdly high-
heeled slippers toes up, protruded
from under the car. '
They wriggled slightly, and then
two sheer-stockinged legs appeared,
and after them a girl, clad in tan
skirt and a silk sweater the exact
color of the roadster. She wore no
hat, and a flood of golden hair half
covered her face.
She sat up in the road, flung her
hair back and blinked up at them,
the sun in her eyes. Both Nat arfk
Tyler laughed. Her left cheek and
her nose were smeared with oil.
“Hello,” she said.
“Hello,” Nat answered.
She scrambled quickly to her feet,
dabbing at her nose with one hand,
but only succeeding in spreading
the oil.
“What’s the trouble?” Nat asked.
“It just won’t work,” the girl said
ruefully. “How about a lift?”
Nat hesitated, and glanced at Ty-
ler.
“We’re only going a mile or two,”
Tyler said. “Just to the Gordon
place.”
“That’s far enough,” said the girl.
“I’m Doris Gordon/’ t
“Come ahead, then,” said Nat.
The girl reached into the seat of
the roadster, pulled out a small
handbag, glanced at herself in the
mirror, gave a little gasp*of dismay
and then began furiously to rub her
nose and cheek with a ridiculously
small handkerchief. Nat grinned.
She was an extraordinarily pretty
girl, smeared nose and all, tall and
slim and vibrantly young.
-She finished her emergency toilet,
shook back her tousled hair and
smiled. •
“Now,” she said. “I’m ready.”
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