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REFUGIO TIMELY REMARKS
FRIDAY, AUGUST 30, 1940
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KatMeenTlerris
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(Continued from Last Week)
Frank limped
car, leaning heavily on the police
officer; Sheila found herself
strangely shaky, too, and was
grateful for the quick, kindly sup-
port of the ambulance nurse.
“I wouldn’t look over there,
dear!” the nurse said, as Sheila’s
eyes went toward the collapsed
plane that lay like a great crippled
bird on the soot-specked snow.
“It makes me feel sick—” Sheila
whispered, shuddering.
“I should think it might!’’ the
nurse murmured comfortingly as
she helped Sheila into the ambu-
lance.
“Heavens, what a crowd!’’ Sheila
said dizzily.
“Doesn’t it seem as if they come
from nowhere?”
Frank half sat, half lay on the
extended bed; Sheila could see
from the working muscles in his
face that he was in pain.
“This’ll frighten my mother to
death!” Frank said.
“Your little party certainly had
a miserable ending!” This was the
nurse. Frank did not open his
eyes; Sheila said nothing.
The ambulance rumbled along
slowly. Sheila’s thoughts wove
back and forth dreamily. Now
that the first horror was over she
felt oddly weaiy and weak. Her
shoulder hurt her, and her head
ached dully; she was all right, she
told herself, no harm had been
done;, but oh—how good it would
be to get home to mother, to be
away from the crowd, and the
voices and the questions! She need
never see the pantry at the Pen-
dergast again, never take orders
from Mr. Benny. In a few hours
more she would be safe in the be-
loved home kitchen, talking to Ma,
watching Angela’s eyes pop out of
her head with excitement; she
would be drinking a cup of tea the
way she liked it, reaching to the
stove for her toast—
“Isn’t it getting dark early?”
Frank said, suddenly rousing from
the stupor into which he occasion-
ally seemed to lapse.
“It’s nearly five, Frank,” Sheila
said.
“Five!”
“Yes. I just saw a clock.”
“These things take time, you
know!” the nurse observed sooth-
ingly. Sheila, sick and shaken as
she was, thought that she must
remember that to tell Joe.
The poor pilot, she mused. One
moment floating over the gray-
white panorama of beach and win-
try world, and the next minute
just that still form, that trampled
depression, in the snow.
“I’ve been in a terrible acci-
dent!” she thought. And then,
wearily,, “But what haven’t I been
through in the last few weeks?”
“Dees it feel good to be back in
New York, Sheila?” Frank said,
opening his eyes.
“Oh, does it! I was just thinking.
My heart is pumping so, I can
hardly breathe.”
They were in the city streets;
the ambulance bell was ringing
steadily now, and Sheila could see
the sidewalk crowds eyeing them
interestedly as they went through.
“I had them telephone mother
I’d hurt my arm, and to have Dr.
Underwood at the house,” Frank
said. “Well! Not much more of
this, eh? We’ll be more comfort-
able in no time now, Sheila.”
“When on earth could you phone
your mother?”
“I had the police sergeant do it,
asked him to telephone. Just to
say that there’d been a smash and
that we were all right, and on our
way in. I told him to say that
mother was to use her own judg-
about getting in touch with your
mother—”
“Ma’s probably got the fire de-
partment out!” Sheila exclaimed,
aghast.
“Well, the poor fellow was kill-
ed, Sheila, and you can’t avoid a
certain amount of interest in
that—”
“To be in an airplane smash—”
Sheila murmured, struck afresh
with the strangeness and horror of
it.
“I took my training at Belle-
vue,” the nurse said as they
stopped at a Broadway artery,
“and my first case was a fellow
that had come down in a plane.
She was diverted. “For goodness’
1 sakes look at the evening papers!”
she exclaimed. And, glancing
eagerly out at a comer newsboy,
she read a headline:
“Mystery Girl in Plane Crash!
For a minute the words meant
nothing to Sheila. Then her heart
gave a great spring. In the re-
maining few seconds that they
waited at the comer, she leaned
forward and saw the front sheet
of the paper, the hurried blurred
photographs of the group in the
park, the plane’s great fallen
wings, the lifted form of the dead
man.
“That’s the crash, all right,”
Miss Sutter said. “It doesn’t take
long to get things in the papers
nowadays, does it? But where do
they get that ‘mystery girl’ stuff?
You and—” She glanced at Frank
and then at Sheila. “You’re his
wife, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Oh, no. Mr. McCann was just—
bringing me home,,” Sheila said,
with a queer, affronted little
laugh.
“Oh, I see—” the nurse said, in
a peculiar tone, with a quick
glance.
“Mr. McCann,” Sheila explained,
in a low tone, with a wary look at
his closed eyelids and unconscious
face, “is engaged to be married to
a Miss Bernadette Kennedy, of
Spuyten Duyvil.”
The nurse’s young bright eyes
were sympathetic.
“You two were trying to get
away with something, hey?” she
guessed shrewdly, smiling. “I don’t
mean anything wrong, just—” she
paused. “For heaven’s sake!” she
said.
“I wish I was dead,” Sheila said
simply. Frank muttered incoher-
ently.
“He’ll be all right when he gets
his arm set,” Miss Sutter said in a
whisper. “He’s dazed with shock.”
“That isn’t what’s worrying
me,” Sheila answered, dully. “It’s
what my mother’ll think, and
what his people will think—”
“But my good gracious, it isn’t
your fault if you’re in an acci-
dent!” the other girl said quickly.
“No, of course not,” Sheila ad-
mitted, uneasily. “But—but it just
seems as if everything had gone
crazy!” she lamented.
Frank opened his eyes.
“Don’t worry, Sheila,” he said,
in a deep reassuring voice that still
had traces of stupor in it. “I’ll
take care of you. We’re all right!”
The car turned a comer; they
were at the McCann house.
“Oh, God protect us!” Sheila said
in a whisper. It was a prayer. “Oh,
Frank,” she said, “look! There’s a
million people waiting!”
Not a million. But a crowd that
framed both sides of the brown-
stone steps; a crowd that demand-
ed the constant attention of two
policemen. Men were pressing for-
ward, women were planted in solid
lines; all turned their eyes eagerly
to the ambulance as it drew up.
“Frank, I can’t go in, I’m going
on home—” Sheila stammered,
aghast. “I can’t—they’ve a camera
there—•”
He had pulled himself together;
he gripped her hand.
' “No,” he said, you’ve got to go
through with it. Your mother may
be here. Come on, just walk
through—”
The crowd buzzed excitedly, as
Sheila and a policeman between
them supported the limping man
across the sidewalk.
“Narrow escape, Mr. McCann!”
one of the policemen said, respect-
fully.
“I’ll tell the world!” Frank an-
swered, with a groan and a smile
The crowd laughed in shocked
sympathy.
Sheila looked up. The door of
the McCann house opened, a flood
of persons poured out; servants,
family, and the gray-headed stout
man that she was afterward to
identify as the family doctor. And
with them was Joe Carscadden—
Joe—and while Sheila was stum-
bling upward to the lighted wide
hallway, half dragging Frank with
her, and half dragging herself, she
saw her mother, majestic in her
best dress—
Then they were all crying and
milling about madly in the hall.
Sheila saw Mrs. McCann, with her
face white and tearstained,. and she
saw the judge, looking somehow
old and broken. She caught at his
hand.
“Judge, I’m so sorry—” she fal-
tered.
Judge McCann brought his dis-
tracted gaze to her face.
“Now,, now, Sheila,” he said gen-
tly, “accidents will happen!” And
he returned immediately to the
business of the moment. “Put your
arm around him there, Deo. All
right, Mary. Hurting you, son?
“It’s my arm, look out for my
arm—” Frank muttered, and the
mother’s moan was distinguishable
Goliad Chicken
Thieves Steal
From Each Other
(Goliad Advance-Guard) •
A chicken theft ring was broken
up here by County Sheriff C. M. I became the bride of Thomas T. Fa-
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Tivoli News
r. H. ANGERSTEIN, Correspondent
On Saturday, August 17th, the
Fagan ranch was the scene of a
quiet home wedding when Miss
Madge Banks of Paint Gap, N. C.,
Harbison with the arrest of seven
Goliad county negroes, whose ages
range from 18 to 22 years. The
arrests were made on August 10,
all of the defendants making con-
fessions which resulted in involv-
ing them in 23 chicken theft cases.
Quite a number of hens were
stolen from Gaylon Meyer and
Phillip Fuchs, the former ’losing
two setting hens. Will McDow,
colored, was also a victim of the
chicken theft ring.
Again demonstrating the truth-
fulness of the old maxim: “There’s
no honor among theives,” the col-
ored boys preyed upon each other
and in instances caused unfair di-
gan, son of Mr. and Mrs. F. W.
Fagan, with the Rev. Stuart McC,
Rohre, pastor of the Presbyterian
Church in Port Lavaca, reading
the beautiful ring ceremony. The
only attendants were Miss Hallie
Mae Fagan, sister of the groom,
and Boyd Forhand, a college chum
of Mr. Fagan. Miss Fay Fagan,
another sister, played the wedding
music. The bride was lovely in
pink embroidered chiffon, wearing
a corsage of sweeheart rosebuds.
The ceremony took place before an
improvised altar with the fireplace
as a background. Honeysuckle
and Regina Corona were used to
advantage both on the mantle and
^ by stealing spoils from each
other. The stolen chickens were
kept in a sack and hidden by the
negroes in a brushy section near
the site where the Farmer’s Co-op-
erative Gin was formerly located
in east Goliad. On several occa-
sions one or more of the defend-
ants beat the other to the draw
and enjoyed “the whole hog” of
the stolen goods, according to con-
fessions made by the negroes to
Sheriff Harbison.
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above the other moans that sud-
denly filled the hall.
“My darling, my son—”
“We’ll get you right upstairs,
Frank; we’ll fix you up in five
minutes!” the doctor said.
Brothers, sisters, servants, par-
ents, they surged about him. His
voice rang out suddenly, as he was
being lifted upstairs.
Only
members of the groom’s family
and a few close friends were pres-
ent. A reception followed the cere-
mony, at which time delicious
brick ice cream and cake were
served. The happy young couple
left immiediately after the recep-
tion for Corpus Christi, where they
spent a few days before taking up
their residence in Tivoli, where
they occupy the L. M. Wells ap-
artment on Scott Street. Mrs. Fa-
gan is the daughter of Mr. and
Mrs. Vernon Banks, of Paint Gap,
N. C„ and conducted the vacation
Bible School at the Presbyterian
Church in July. During that time
she made many friends, all of
whom join in extending congrat-
ulations and best wishes to Mr.
and Mrs. Fagan during their mar-
ried life.
Mrs. C. M. Simms spent a week
in Alpine with her daughter, Miss
Elna, who has been a summer stu-
dent in Sul Ross College. Miss
Elna returned with Miss Thelma
Dougherty and Mrs. Teeny Adkins,
who have been attending the sum-
mer school also.
Mr. and Mrs. H. W. Yorke, and
daughter, Miss Doris, and son, Hal,
of Guymon, Okla., were the guests
of Mrs. Yorke’s sister, Mrs. J. H.
Angerstein, a few days last week.
They were accompanied to Tivoli
by Mrs. A. T. Rohre, who visited
with her daughters.
Mrs. Annie Strube of Yorktown
was the guest of her neice, Mrs.
Robert Brown Jr., a few days last
week.
Mr. and Mrs. Hugh Doughty
have returned from Orchard and
will spend a few weeks in Tivoli
before Mr. Dougherty resumes his
duties as superintendent of the
Port O’Connor school.
Miss Roberta Brown has return-
ed home after a delightful visit
with relatives in Cuero.
Those attending the birthday
celebration and family reunion at
the Alfred Schultz home were Mr.
and Mrs. Louis Schultz and Mrs. C.
F. Dolgener of Lewisville, Tex.,
Mr. and Mrs. Ben Wagner, Mr. and
Mrs. William Farber, and chil-
dren; of Crescent Valley, Mr. arid
Mrs. V. J. Calcote, and children, of
Inez; Mr. and Mrs. L. H. Dassman
and children, of Fleming Prarie;
Mr. and Mrs. H. L. Mills, and sons,
of Lamar; Mr. and Mrs. R. A-
Schultz and Georgia Lee. F. A.
Schultz, Mr. and Mrs. R. C. Happ-
ner and daughter, and Mr. and
Mrs. Ernest Schultz and children
of Tivoli. The birthdays celebrated
were those of Mr. A. L. Schultz
and his daughter, Mrs. Harry
Mills.
John Rohre Angerstein went to
Laredo last Wednesday for a visit
with his aunt and uncle, Mr. and
Mrs. A. W. Pettit. A card from
the young man states that they
are at the Pettit ranch, at Blanco,
for a week.
Those attending the meeting of
the O. E. S. in Victoria on Monday
evening were: Mrs. Mattye Car-
roll, Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Hart-
man, Mrs. J. H. Angerstein, Mrs.
E. R. Hartman and Mrs. Vernon
Harlow, and Miss Ola Mae Gohlke,
of Austwell Chapter, 686, O. E. S.
The occasion was a visit from the
Worthy Grand Matron, Frieda
Bernhart, of the Grand Chapter of
Texas, O. E. S.
Am making immediate cotton
loans. Rush samples and receipts.
Government loans at 3 per cent.
Herd T. Frazier, 2008 Aransas St.,
Corpus Christi, Texas.
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“Anything, dear’r anything!”
Judge McCann said, faltering, and
Sheila heard Frank’s effort at a
laugh.
“I’m not dying, Pop. I want
Doc’ Underwood to look at her,
that’s all. She’s done something to _
her shoulder—” , _ .
They were all straggling up- Mass Margaret Tom has retum-
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On Thursday of last week Mr.
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suffered cuts and bruises when
their car overturned some seven
miles south of Tivoli, on Highway
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1 ‘‘Mother, I’m all right.”
down the covers of an immense
oldfashioned walnut bed.
“They’ve broke him completely!”
Sheila heard her mother say, in a
whisper, “Oh, Mrs. Carscadden,
how they break your heart on you
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Frank gave another groan as
they lowered him against the pil-
lows.
“Poor dear!” his mother bending
over him, said tenderly. She began
to pray in a low voice.
“Mother, I’m all right. And the
doc’ has a lot of dope for me, hav-
en’t you, Doc’?”
“I’m going to fix you up right
here in the dressing-room, Frank,”
the old doctor said. “Doctor Rus-
sell is on his way from the hospital
now. When he gets here we’ll give
you a shot, put you to sleep.”
“Doctor, do you think there may
be internal injuries?” The frantic
mother again asked. Frank an-
swered :
“Internal injuries, Mother—for-
get it! I’m fine. Give you a scare,
Pop?”
“Good God!”
“We came down,” Frank observ-
ed briefly.
“It was in the paper,, Frank.
That’s the way Pop saw it.”
“In the paper!”
“The late afternoon edition, with
pictures, dear.”
“They don’t lose much time!
Lord, I’m sorry!” Frank muttered.
“Ouch!” Sheila exclaimed, on a
wearied and desolate echo of a sob.
The old doctor, gently exploring
her shoulder, apologized sympa-
thetically.
“Go aisy on her,” Mrs. Carscad-
den warned him. Sheila, complete-
ly disarmed by the concern in the
beloved voice, began to cry bitterly
as she slipped her bare, bruised
shoulder back into her dress and
straightened the tumbled ruffle of
white at her neck.
“You had a narrow escape, my
dear!” the doctor said, gravely.
“Don’t l’ave me again,” Mrs.
Carscadden said in a whisper. Shei-
la clung to her, their wet faces
touching, her mother’s arms about
her.
(To Be Continued)
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