The Delta Courier (Cooper, Tex.), Vol. [61], No. [23], Ed. 1 Tuesday, June 9, 1942 Page: 3 of 4
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■ Synopsis
A man identified as Joseph
Slinn is found drowned in the
Hudson river near Albany, N. Y.
Slinn was insured by the Protec-
tive Life Insurance co,mipany, and
his beneficiary is a man named
B Twombley who lives in
Troy. The company’s Albany
agent, Carlin, identifies the body,
and the insurance money is paid
to Twombley. But Jerry Glidden,
suspecting that Slinn was mur-
ia.dered, has gone to Ironburg, a
little mining town in Pennsylvan-
ia, to see an “Angela Slinn.” She
turns out to be an ugly recluse of
a woman who lives in a shack near
the abandoned “Break O’ Day”
iron mine. She denies knowing
Joseph Slinn. Rose Walker, grand-
daughter of the owner of the
lirvinc, runs the local store and
post office. When a man regis-
ters at the hotel as B. B. Twom-
bley of Portland, Maine, Jerry
wires Mart McDowell at Troy for
information about Twombley. He
(ees Twombley talking to Rose,
and later he sees him at Angela’s
shack. He returns to the post of-
fice for the reply to his wire,
which confirms his hunch that
this Twombley is Slinn’s bene-
ficiary. As he looks up after
reading the telegram, he sees
Angela Slinn watching him from
the doorway. Twombley, however,
has not yet returned when Jerry
sat down to dinner alone in the
hotel dining room.
‘Twombley wants to go inside,” said Jerry to himself.
With the second cup of alleg-
coffee, a possible explanation
occurred to the solitary diner.
Jerry asked the waitress for
Rose’s address.
She smiled knowingly. “Las’
house on your left.”
“Between here and that old
mine?”
“Yeh. All the strange gents
as comes here asts where she
lives. But it’s no goot; Miss Rose
don’t take up vis nopody. She
ain’t soft, she ain’t.”
Glidden heartily agreed. But
he wonodered if Twombley hadn’t
anyhow, called there on his way
back from Angie’s. Jerry remem-
bered the house, a neat one,
fronted by a lawn and flower
garden.
“What time did Mr. Twombley
leave the hotel this afternoon?”
“This after’? Why, him and
Miss Rose was on the porch to- quarry to cover, while Lightner
after he came into the hotel?”
“Whyj that’s the way it was.”
It wasn’t. It was half other-
wise. But he wouldn’t correct her
mistake for worlds.
“It’s all right, Miss—whatever
yo name it. Not guilty, but
doii t do it again, see?”
She nodded fervent vows of
obedience.
They might still laugh’ at him
in the office; but he was going to
write the facts ascertained so
far.
He went into the public room
and wrote. The light was bad,
fountain pen needed filling, and
the quality of host Hassler’s free
in,k wasn’t a hundred plus. More-
over, a^ he wrote, his array of
“facts” began to look like a
string
pieced out by unsupported
guesses.
Yet he had to unburden him-
self. He tore up his failures; he
wrote MacDowell:
“Dear Mart:
“Thanks. I’ll not forget, but
you’ll have to wait a while. That
bird’s trying to get something
for nothing, and I’m trying to
get something for somthing. If
I win, there’ll be a beat for you.
But don’t spill a line till I wire
again.
“Yours truly,
“JERRY.”
Not' what he had meant to do.
Not half what he wanted to say.
But he was afraid that, if he
wrote the office, stupid Stein-
hardt would make some pacifistic
i move calculated to drive the
bley, or perhaps Angela, hadn’t
already revealed them. On the
other hand, if they weren’t justi-
fied, he had merely increased
the girl’s annoyance with him.
He ought to go, but he wanted
to stay-
He stayed.
.And he had his reward. Soon—
though not too soon—the door
opened. She stood at it with
that smile of the modern young
woman which impudently trans-
forms an insult into a peace of-
fering.
“You’re still here? It was
nice of you to wait. Now you
may walk as far as my house
with me.”
They walked under the stars,
up> the silver ribbon of the turn-
pike. There was no other per
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Rubber assault boats for the V. S. marines are shown in near-
complete form at an Akron, Ohio, factory. Designed for tough, rugged,
abusive service, these boats when deflated arc the ultimate in com
pactncss, and extremely light in relation to the loads they will carry.
The U. S. war and navy departments, which approved this picture, arc
equipping both army and navy planes with them. Recently three U. S
navy fliers survived the crush of wind and waves through 34 days ul
one of these rubber rafts.
SNUFFING THE CANDLE
of broken coincidences son promenading Ironburg’s sole
gesser for a while and then . . .
But they was talkin’ business,
Mr. Glidden. Nussing else, they
wasn’t.
“What makes you think that?”
The waitress flushed.
“ ’Cause I know Miss Rose,”
she loyally protested, “and
’cause’—she less readily conclud-
ed—“I had to pass close to ’em,
:>le o’ times, and I heard dol-
mentioned like.”
All right. When did this trav-
eling salesman leave the hotel?”
“Most soon’s she did.”
Jerry fought down an unman-
ly emotion.
“With her, do you mean?”
“Oh, no!” The waitress tossed
her head.
“But he followed her?”
“He went up the road, same’s
she done. But not foller’n her.”
This was getting better.
“How do you know that?”
“ ’Cause I know her.”
Loyalty above logic, perhaps,
but none the less satisfactory.
“About three o’clock, I sup-
pose?”
“Someveres there.”
“Listen.” Glidden pulled at a
pocket. “That all you know
about this afternoon?” Another
dollar gone.
The waitress glanced at her
palm’s new contents and blushed
scarlet. Nothing can better de-
scribe the isolation of Ironburg
than the mere statement that the
local hotel employees were still
on distant terms with tips.
“Well, there’s just i. an’ I
guess I oughtn’t fer to’ <* done
it. But ’fore he star* J out—
Mr. Twombley, I ir- -n—he ast
me who you was s>\ what fer you
was here, an’ I.tol’ him I didn’t
know nussing, but how you’d ast
me yet about them old dead
Twombleys and said—you know
you did when you heard his
name—you used to know a
wombley in Troy.”
Hidden studied the ceiling.
“You talk too much. Still, it’s a
common disease. So do I, keep
the money.”
She was going to! “I’m that
sorry ef I told him anysing I
hadn’t ought have.”
“Did you tell him I showed
this Twombley interest entirely
laughed—and he was afraid, too,
that, addressed to MacDowell, a
full narrative of existing suspic-
ions might tempt the temporary
journalist into too precipitate
print. The result he stamped. He
addressed it.
“Mr. Twombley not back yet, I ashamed of them.
thoroughfare. Woodland scents
fell sweelly from the hills.
Something inside Jerry bade
him abandon his sulking. He
fought it. Anyhow, she would
have to speak first.
Silence.
She would have to.
The village possessed no
street lamps, and most of its j
houses were dark. Through the J
fanlight above the entrance to i
on<j of them, however, a tardy
luster showed, and when these
strollers reached it, the girl!
seized his shoulders and brought
him about so that he had to look
her irt the face.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“That’s what I want to find
out,” she answered. “And if
you won’t tell me, I’ve got to
look for it.”
She studied him as she would
some staple of her store’s wares
gone oddly wrong.
Perhaps it was this
♦ ♦
♦ ENLOE
♦ MRS. A. C. VOYLES ♦
♦♦+++♦+♦+♦♦+♦♦«
Mr. and Mrs. Luther .Johnson
and children of Bonham were vis-
iting relatives here Wednesday.
Jerry Dewitt of East Delta was
in Enloe Wednesday.
Mrs. Alice Bryant and Miss
Lillie Carrell of Cooper were vis-
iting here Tuesday.
Mrs. Rooney Hooker, Miss Wil-
lie Yeargan and Mrs. Grafton
Moore were Paris visitors Thurs-
day.
Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Jackson
and Mrs. J. R. Deason were in
Paris Thursday.
Wallace Whitaker and family
of Faught visited Mrs. 0. D. Wal-
lace Wednesday.
Mrs. Jimmie Heckert of Junc-
tion, Kan., is visiting her mother
and sister, Mrs. Lula Whitaker,
and Mrs. Gaither Moore.
W. A. Shankle made a business
trip to Cooper Thursday.
Mr. and Mrs. C. E. Cregg and
son, Kent, and Gay McMillan
were in Paris Wednesday.
Mrs. Harry Patterson and Mrs.
J. A. Byrns are ill this week.
R- A. Mjills, daughter and
granddaughter, Mrs. G. M. Davis,
and Mary Vel are spending the
week with Mr. and Mrs. Ellis
Matkins of Rodessa, La.
Mrs. J. A. Blevins and daugh-
ter, Mary Nell, of Cooper, who
have been visiting Truett
rington
home Frid
Mrs. Joe
of Houston a
ents and gra.
Mrs. Joe Flenm
Mrs. Roswell
Charles Janies ant
Dallas visited Mr. a
Beckham and Mr. an
Wright and family F
Regina Patterson ha.
very painful accident
while slicing meat. In so
the knife slipped inflicting
serious wound.
Friends here will regret
learn that Mr. and Mrs. Cly
Hickd are both ill at their hotn
in San Antonio.
Mrs. Truett Carrington and
children were Cooper visitors Frk
day. f
Mr. and Mrs. Tom Richar|
of Slaton and son, T. C.,f
daughter of Lubbock are vii
relatives and friends in j
county. They moved from I
county in 1915 and say e*
thing looks natural here exi
the absence of the court hj
from the square. They say
prospects are good in their s^?
tion of the country.
M!rs. Will T. Crouch and little
son of Honey Grove, route 1, vis-
ited her parents, Mr. and Mrs.
Will Pratt, west of Cooper and
attended to business in Cooper
Car-' Monday.
From where I sit...
Ay Joe Marsh
Mrs. Hulon Graver and son,, Mrs. G. K. Miller and daugh-
Danny Ray, have returned to ter, Miss Margaret Miller, of
their home in Mineola after a} Marshall, returned to their home
week’s visit with her parents, Mr. | Tuesday after visiting her sis-
and Mrs. 0. D. Day, of south j ter and aunt, Mrs. : Jennie A.
Cooper. ! Young, and other relatives.
Mr. and Mrs. Guy Mosley re- J Mr. and Mrs. Alvin White of
turned last week end from Red I Slaton are visiting Mh\ White’s
apparent j water where Mr. Mosley has lnother, Mrs. J. Will White, and
sincerity—perhaps her touJh on! been working on a government Mrs. White’s relatives. Mrs.
his shoulders—but immediately. contract. He left Monday for White will be remembered as
his doubts fell away. He was! Waco where he has work on a I Miss Lillie Chandler.
An .unreason-1 government job, and M Ml>
A new weeks ago, I had occasion t®
liait some friends of mine in Ne-
braska.
Nebraska certainly ia a great
State. I like Nebraska. I like those
immense cornfields that seem to
stretch from horizon to horizon.
(Plenty of wheatfield* in Nebraska,
too.> * , *
But the thing that interests me
most about Nebraska right now is
the very important social experi-
ment the beer people started there
several years ago.
Beer itself is naturally a bever-
age of moderation. Yet, all too
often, people are inclined to blame
beer wrongly for any misconduct
of the customer or the proprietor
in a place licensed to sell beer.
• * •
So, the brewers got together to
see what they could do about this.
They weren’t really responsible for
their retailers ... in fact, they’re
not allowed to control retailers.
But the brewing industry worked
out a plan by which it cooperates
with the public authorities to elim-
inate had conditions in the minor-
ity of places whose conduct would
reflect on the law-abiding majority.
The beer people urge proprietors
of retail places to conduct them
properly and to obey the law. They
urge consumers to cooperate, and
ask the public generally to report
law violations to the authorities.
They send warnings to careless re-
tailers and if conditions are not
corrected they take the case up
with the authorities. Naturally the
authorities and the public have wel-
comed this as an added force in
building respect for law and order.
That program is now operating
in many states - and with the Na-
tion at war, brewing industry or-
ganizations cooperate with c.vil
and military authorities to assure
good conditions in beer outlets
around the army camps and naval
stations.
Somehow, to me, that’s a mighty
important, public-spirited effort.
I don’t know of anything like it
ever having been tried before. If
people really help the brewers
with that program they’ll be doing
a great thing for the country.
\ A
able change of front—complete ley W'H i°'n ^ater-
O. D. Day and
Mr. Hassler?”
“No, he ain’t, and I’m now be-1 though. j ""
ginnin’ to git some worriet my- ■ As he returned her level look.i ^r-/ an<l ,, ,
self.” | he could not a minute longer | Forrest Wheat and son, Bobby
"I* going for a stroll before I mistrust her. j %vt’re ’n NeU-a Sunt ay._
turn in. I’ll keep an eye open, j That frank face! Surely its i counterfeiting wholehe a r ted
Where’s the nearest mail box?” dark eyes did nothing discredit- j jaUghter. She echoed him with
“Ain’t but one. Ofer there on able. The kindly mockery of its | that throaty laughter of hers,
the porch post of the store.” smile could be directed only ^ “oh,” she admitted, “maybe ;
Thither Jerry went. The against his disordered fancies. j j,m gll’jy ^ saj,i i’(j never have I
moon hadn’t yet risen, but there I Partially releasing him, she j anything t0 ,}o with Break 0’ Day
were many stars. ,T ' 1 'Ll"~ ’ ’ v! * 1
He found the 1 led him across the road, where
box—dropped his report into it. * low grassy bank provided a rest-
“Hello, Jerry!” said a mocking ing place,
voice near by. j “Sit down here, I’m going to
“Hello!” | make yoii talk!”
That return of her greeting j “What,” he inquired, “do you
leaped forth spontaneously; then ! want me to tell you?”
he bit his under lip. Rose was! “The truth, if you know how.’
leaning out of a- window, her He mustn’t. He guessed too
arms extended for seizure of its little^ of it, and until he had
shutters; an appealing pose for a
painter. Jerry wished with all
his heart that he did not mistrust
her part in whatever plot Twom-
bley was pursuing.
“I’m just shutting up shop for
the night,” she said.
Jerry’s regard was a gaze as
unswerving as his emotion would
permit. '
“How did you get hold of my
first name?”
“There’s a register even in
Ironburg’s hotel.”
“Yes, I heard you’d been
there.”
His tone betrayed him
face clouded.
“What of it?”
Well, what? How could his
guessed more, he owed it to his
chances with the P. L. I. to keep
wh^, he did guess from her,
however innocent she undoubted-
ly was. “No, I mustn’t,” he said.
Iron. But I guess it’s in my
blood. Here I’ve been for two
or three year dealing in sugar
and canned goods—in five and
ten dollar accounts; is it any
marvel if 1 go off my head when
somebody talks to me in land
and thousands?”
Jerry sat bolt upright. “Does
Twombley?”
She nodded.
“You didn’t know him before?”
“Never. And now he wants to
buy all that waste land from me
Strategically, it had been bet- around the old mine.
Says he
ter to invent a subterfuge. | represents a syndicate with a
Quickly she bent toward him. By j patent process to make such land
the starlight, he saw her brows arable.” ’
It was she who was “He—” Jerry could have sung
contract
suspected.
“What’s that?” Her voice fell
several notes in the scale,
mustn’t you?”
to the stars. “He bids for that?
And that includes the mine? I’ll
Why j bet you anything you like it
, does!”
PRINTING
PRINTING
That’s A Credit
To You
The printed matter that goes out of your offices re-
flects your standards. We do a good job for you. Stock,
ink and design in the modern manner—at moderate
cost.
“I’ve—Well, I’ve got other j “Naturally it does. But of
people to think about- I’m only j course the mine itself’s no good.
Her| an agent, and not a free one.” |I only mentioned it to? you be-
Audihly she took breath. “So1 cause if it hadn’t been where it
that’s it. That’s why you were I is, I’d never have owned the land
BUSINESS STATIONERY
PERSONAL STATIONERY
CANDIDATE CARDS
ANNOUNCEMENTS
WINDOW CARDS
BILL HEADS
CIRCULARS
so interested
around
rights extend to interference with I Twombley! Just what were you mental about
not a) bit senti-
brought
her actions? He owed her his
life and was duly grateful. Yet,
like most people in the wrong,
Jerry became belligerent.
“What were you talking
that man Twombley about?”
“Business.”
“What business?”
“Mine!”
She banged those shutters.
Jerry knew that, if his doubts
were justified, he had premature-
ly shown them—supposing Twom- times suspect
enough bad luck to my family;
but 1 do think that now if it in-
directly—”
Glidden made a rude interrup-
tion.
“And there’s where our fifty
doing out at the mine today?
And why did you take the trouble
to look up whether it could be
drained or not?”
But here was a relief; here he
could follow her! He laughed
aloud in his emancipation. “Why thousands is going!”
do you suppose—except because “Your what?”
it was yours? As for that, what’s “Nothing.1’
your interest in Twombley?” | “He only offered
In his turn, Jerry won. The thousand—Twombley
readiness
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