The OREGON STATESMAN, Salem, Oregon, Wednesday Morning, JuTy17, 1S35
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From First Statesman. March 21. 18S1
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Visitor from South Dakota .
"I recently visited "your state and especially your beautiful
Willamette valley. I hare traveled in at least thirteen states of
the onion and In Canada, bat I find your valley the" 'Garden of
'Eden of -the whole territory. Its fertility climate, flowers,
fruits and vegetables are moet attractive. It occurs to me that
yon should be a happy people for yon can eat and sleep In spite
of depression. Of course I realize that debt paying is hard In
these days, even where harrests are bountiful. I am from South
- Dakota, where of course we felt the depression but It has been
a minor part of our troubles. In 193 and 1934 we raised NOTH
ING; not eTen rough feed for our stock. Most everything we con
sumed In 1933 -end everything in 1934 had to be shipped in. We
people consumed tons of fruit produced In yonr Talley and our
stock was fed alfalfa hay produced in your state. Observation
leads me to believe that you consume meats, that are ordinarily
produced in South Dakota. Further observations, while in your
state, led me to believe that your people consume our surplus
butter to good advantage, both to your state and ours.
"I was in your valley for more than two weeks and if my
memory serves me right, every home I visited, used a substi
tute for buUer. I think that I can safely say that in every case,
your people would much prefer to use butter but "ole" at lz4c
a pound looks like economy as they struggle for self preserva
tion. "In South Dakota we find fruit a scarcity and the price
high. s we do like your people, we use a substitute as far as
possible. I am sure that our people would much rather eat the
real fruit that yotf produce, than to get along on substitutes.
"I realize that all producers of raw material are scarcely
getting for their goods, the cost of" production and the fruit
grower and butter producer are no exceptions to the rule. With
a reasonable increase in the price of our butter fat, we could
use much more of your fruit and with a better price for your
fruit you people could use much more of our butter. Ordinarily
we feel that supply and demand, govern the price of goods and
that is partially true. However it occurs to me, that while the
supply is adequate, the demand is equally great but that there is
something wrong with our system that is keeping the demand
from being met Perhaps too much profit is being taken between
the producer and the consumer. I am sure that that is true and
we will all find it so. if we compare the middleman's profits with
those of the producer. While this is true and adjustments must
be made, it is also true that the producer and consumer are not
playing fair with each other. If our people would eat more fruit
and your people would eat more butter, it would be a decided
asset to the producers and consumers of both states. Such a
program would be good, healthy, Golden Rule cooperation.
"Another means of helping both the producer and con
sumer, is the manufacture of commercial alcohol from unmarket
able and surplus products. Such alcohol to be used for fuel by
blending with gasoline. It is already being blended for motor
fuel purposes, from ten to thirty or forty percent. The horse is
going. The machine is here to stay but it will not be an economic
success for the farmer until something the farmer grows, produ
ces at least a part of the power he consumes. If surplus fruits,
potatoes, grains etc. were cooperatively manufactured and dis
tributed for motor fuel purposes, it would be a decided benefit
to Tinners and communities where such products are grown,
manufactured an. J distributed.
"Cordially;
"E. C. SALTER. Ipswich. S. D.
Our contributor from Ipswich has sketched the funda
mentals of the commercial system : the exchange of commod
ities. The surplus production of one area moves to consump
- tion in another region, and is paid for by the surplus
production of that regrion.
. We fear however that our South Dakota friend wiU not
be able to market much butter in Oregon, for this is a butter
surplus state. Western Oregon has long been famed as a
.dairying region. Tillamook produces cheese; the coast, the
Columbia river counties and the Willamette valley produce
-butter; and the irrigated sections of eastern Oregon have
lately come to the front as heavy producers of dairy prod
ucts. That Oregon citizens are eating oleo is not due to lack
of butter but difference in price. Perhaps some dairymen
themselves sell their cream and then buy oleo for their table.
Oregon can buy meats from South Dakota and corn from
there or Nebraska (more recently from Argentine) and will
buy alcohol for motor fuel when it is made practicable. South
Dakota can consume large quantities of west coast lumber as
well as fruits and canned fish. But the Oregon-South Dakota
trade is more apt to be a triangular settlement. South Dako
ta's wheat and wool and livestock go to eastern consuming
" markets ; and the credits derived therefrom go to pay for Ore
gon fruit and lumber. On this basis of exchange of goods
rests the whole economic system of modern times. Trade
Jinks together the far corners of the globe. Small schooners
picking up copra in the south sea islands and leaving prints
- fromJLancashire and tinned foods from Portland are but the
fine capillaries of the circulation system of trade.
There is always a contention over the share of the goods.
The producer compares the price of the finished product in
some distant place with what he receives as he delivers the
raw material at his gate or village and thinks he is unfairly
dealt with. The processor feels that he is ground to narrow
profit margin by the ruthless competition of others in the
business. The wholesaler and. retailer make similar com
plaints; and consumers are generally agreed that they are
uniformly exploited. The sharing of the proceeds of joint ef
fort is the root of the political and social contention at the
present time. We hear of production for use as a system to
be preferred to production for profit. All production must be
, for use, because if surplus piles up prices fall and hence there
is no profit. At least this must be said for the profit system;
ft has succeeded pretty well in solving production problems.
The argument of its friends is that unless there be the re
ward of profit either in the form of wages, salaries or divi
dends there will be such a slackening of effort that produc
tion will fail.
; We are glad our visitor from South Dakota liked our
valley ; and would welcome him for a permanent resident if
his climate continues unkind. This visiting back and forth
has its place in the commercial life too, for it is only by tra
vel and by communication of information and by sampling
that South Dakota for instance learns of the excellence of
-Oregon's fruits.
The lobby Inquiry reveals that a representative of Associated
Gas and Electric in a Pennsylvania town sent in telegrams signing
names taken from a city directory. The messages were to protest
to tap congressman against the death sentence to holding compan
ies. Congressmen ought to have brains enough to analyze measures
and then come to their own conclusions regardless of the pressure of
their constituents. Then this telegraphic barrage would subside. So
far as the Associated outfit is concerned. It certainly deserves annihil
ation, or rather its conscienceless promoters do. They have been
the worst security jobbers fn the business, yet they have been most
active in fighting legislation.
; Another "tooth" oat in the Salem skyline, the steeple of St.
Joseph's church. Like the dome of the capitol it was long one of the
distinguishing features of the city, a landmark visible for miles, ris
ing high above the trees and houses." This leaves the First M. E.
church spire and the First National bank building the upstanding
, marks of the city today.
A Washington representative of Harry Hopkins says every fam
ily on relief will have a wage-earner working before snow flies. That
Is what they have been having for two years. What appears to be
hejjening i3 just up a new big organization and then, Shaking a
"bookkeeping" transfer of the work relief cases. Also the alphabet Is
-to be altered from CWA to WPA.
V This recall talk la two-thirds dog days hallucination. News
writers find copy running low in midsummer so they inflate the re
call talk until it gets space out of proportion to the agitation to date.
Zimmerman joins left wing club, says The Oregonian. Joins?
Pete is the left wing wherever he goes. .'.
"An appropriate time tor the August blanket sales.
The GreafGame
of Politics
By FRANK R. KENT
Coprria 1933. fey The BilUatere Ssa
The Tax Muddle
Washington, July 16
NOBODY gets much pleasure out
of paying taxes. It is a process
from which little of no fun can be
derived and the heavier the tax'
the less humor in paying It. Not
withstanding this, any . normal
person would prefer to pay to the
extreme limit rather than have
his government go bankrupt or
resort to tie cruder form of Infla
tion. Because those are the roads
to general ruin, at the end of
which the thing to be shared Is
poverty, not wealth. Therefore,
painful though payment may be,
no tax is too stiff that wUl avert
these disasters.
IT HAS been clear from the start
of the spending policy, if the sit
uation is to be Bared, heavy taxa
tion on rich and poor alike is in
evitable. Those upon whom the
burden would faU might be Jus
tified in resentment against the
terrific New Deal waste, which
has so perilously pyramided our
debt and muddled the national
finances, but it would be stunid
to resist. What it Is not stnpid
to resist, however, are taxes
which do not balance the budget.
do not restdre us to safety, are
not even intended to do so, but,
levied against a'special class, are
without beneficial results to the
nation as a whole.
TAXED to save the situation is
one thing. Nearly everybody will
want to bear his share of that
load as a matter of self-interest.
though he may feel bitterly to
ward the men responsible. But
taxed for a political purpose, un.
der a political plan primarily de
signed to appeal to the least in
telligent and substantial class of
voters, is quite another. No one
who fully grasps the facts about
Mr. Roosevelt's recent tax mes
sage can escape the conclusion
that it was a political gesture.
THE circumstancial evidence is
sufficient to convince any unbias
ed jury of this. There is the fact
that no tax legislation had been
intended this session: that to
throw such a message Into con
gress when nearing adjournment
is contrary to precedent and does
not make sense so far, as results
are concerned. Further, there is
no logic in discussing a new rev
enue measure except when the
new budget is being dealt with.
In this case the tax proposed is
connected neither with the bud
get for this year nor for next. It
is not related to any effort to
balance the budget and no one
pretends that such is the case.
THE idea of breaking up through
inheritance taxes the great for
tunes, heavily assessing vast In
comes and levying upon rich cor
porations is not new. It is an ap
pealing idea to which few per
sons not directly hit will object
provided first, a way can be
found to do this without crippling
business and hurting all of us;
second, if, after the rates are fix
ed, sufficient money can be got
to make it worth while; third, if
the governmental policy of mak
ing the "Fat Cats" pay the bin
and giving the poor a free ride
can be put into practical effect
Some of the most profound stu
dents of taxation questions have
grave doubts on all these points.
But conceding their feasibUity. It
does seem clear It ihould not be
attempted without careful and
mature thought and the best
available advice. A jaded Con
gress, sweating in the July heat
and anxious to adjourn, does not
seem the body to deal effectively
with such a vital matter.
AS A "share-the-wealth " propos
al these tax suggestions are a
sham, and as a budget-balancing
scheme they are a joke. There Is
sound reason to believe that Mr,
Roosevelt advanced them at this
time to create a political dive?
sion and take the wind out of the
sails of Huey Long. That he re
ally wanted anything done this
session is not the idea of his
intimates. The reception of the
message by the Longs and La
Follettes. however, was such that
he was .forced to insist on action
to avoid the charje of insincerity
NO ONE, Including Mr. Roose
velt can now tell what kind of a
bill wiU emerge. Apparently the
President himself does not know
what kind he wants. At least, Mr,
Morgenthau, his Secretary of the
Treasury, threw no light on .that
subject when he appeared before
the House committee a few days
ago. Senator Harrison wants to
limit the increases to the large
fortnnes, bnt it is estimated this
will produce not more than $134,-
000,000 a mere drop In the
bucket. The Hruse inclines to
broaden the base and increase the
revenue. The Progressives want
to raise rates down to the lowest
bracket, thus affecting several
minion men of small means as
well as soaking the handful of
very rich. The Administration, in
political trouble and approaching
the campaign, looks coldly upon
this. One certain thing is that
Congress, resentful and reluctant.
has no notion what to do and Is
getting no clear instructions from
the Treasury because there is al
most equal cloudiness there. TJn
der the circumstances, if a good
bill results it will be a miracle
and miracles do no1, happen In
politics.
Ten Years Ago
July 17, U25
A forest fire covering a large
area of timber' is raging in Crater
Lake national park.
Thousands of people left the
city yesterday to attend Salem day
at the Elks' convention in Port
land.
General George A. White Is con
fined to his home with a severe
attack of influenza. - -
Bits for Breakfast
By R. J. HENDRICKS
Diary 79 ears old
yields strange history:
Journey to Oregon la 185 1:
w V
(Continuing from yesterday:)
The record- of the arrival at Col
lins Place narked tlx completion
of the diary proper.
Followed two other entries. One
reads:
"The hUls here present a beau
tiful appearance. Crowned with
groves of oak. with no under
brush, it looks neat and clean:
Ranged along in orchard style,
they resemble more the work of
art than that of nature, while be
yond rise the mountains covered
with the fir and the pine; nature
uxuriates In. all its beauty, un
touched by art, and to a lover of
the same presents many attrac
tions." The other one:
"Together when
Shall meet our eyes, ye of my
absent home?
Am I afar forever doomed to
roam,
Or shall I back like birds of
springtime come.
To dwell again?'"
S
As said before, the writer is
under the Impression that the man
who wrote the diary was soon
back like birds of springtime
come, to dwell again, in his
Rhode Island or Connecticut
home.
S S
He wrote In his diary of read
ing the Providence, Rhode Island,
Journal at a San Francisco li
brary. That newspaper, estab
lished in 1829. is still a leading
journal of its section.
One of the strangest things
about this old diary is the way its
recorded incidents click, mesh up
and coincide with important his
toric events of 1856.
First, the bloody riot of Pana
ma, in which he all but lost his
life. Turning to page 191 of the
Portrait and Biographical Rec
ord of the Willamette Valley, Ore
gon," or the Chapman Publish
ing company, Chicago, 1903, one
finds, in a sketch of the Sellwoods,
this paragraph:
m
"When he (Rev. J. W. Sell-
wood) was yet young, his father
removed to Granville, S. C, and,
in 1856, with a brother, John, de
cided to respond to the urgent ap
peal of the then bishop of Ore
gon, Thomas F. Scott, who needed
missionaries to labor in this then
frontier field.
"The two started together and
en route were the victims of a
bloody riot at Panama, from
which they barely escaped with
their lives.
"The children, too, were with
them and endured all the horrors
of those hours of danger.
S
"When the groans of the
wounded and the dying were to
be heard on all sides, the eldest
son, John W., solemnly conse
crated himself to the work of the
ministry.''
(Born July 22, 1839. he was
then not quite 17.)
Quoting again: "In due time
the family arrived in Oregon, but
the uncle had been so seriously
wounded in the massacre that for
months he was not able to enter
upon his work, but on regaining
his health he took charge of
Trinity church, Portland.
"Rev. James R. W. Sellwood
meanwhile went to Salem, where
he became rector of St. Paul's
church. (He was its first rector.)
"His son, John W., pursuant
upm his resolve to enter the min
istry, gave himself to preparation
for the work, and in 1862 was
ordained deacon in St. Paul's
church, Oregon City, three years
later being advanced to the priest
hood of St. Stephen's chapel, Port
land." S S
So three SeUwoods were prom
inent tn the Episcopal church his
tory of early Oregon. John, uncle
of John W., was the founder of
the town of Sellwood, Oregon.
Bancroft also mentions the Pan-
Editorial
Comment
From Other Papers
WHAT'S 15 A NAME?
A paper published over in the
Willamette valley laments that
the Oregon boys didn't choose dis
tinctive names for their places, as
we' did up here when we put Se
attle, Spokane, Takima, Wenat
chee, Duwamish, Steilacoom, and
so on, on the map, selecting in
stead such commonplace names as
Portland, Salem, Ashland, etc.
The fact is, they did start right
in many cases in the Webfoot
country. We well remember that
on the first maps appeared such
names as Cow Creek, Skull
Springs, Hay Creek, Mule, Wagon
tire, Brogan, Corncob, and others
loo numerous to mention. These
places never amounted to any
thing, on account of the prejudice
against their names, and now
many of them are entirely tor
gotten. We can't account for the
prejudice, but probably it Is be
cause Webfooters are different
We doubt if Seattle would have
gone far if it had been located in
Oregon. Takima Republic.
Twenty Years Ago
Julv 17. 1115
Mrs. Ellen O. White, one of
the founders of the Seventh Day
Adventlsts died in-St. Helens,
Calif., at the age of it.
Norman S. Taber of Brown uni
versity ran a mile in 4 min. 12 2-5
seconds -to break the world's re
cord In Harvard stadium.
Salem bricklayers will begin
work on the new Stayton high
school in a few dayi
ama riot. He said in his His
tory of Oregon, page 85, voL 2:
"la 1856 arrived John SeUwood
and his brother, James R. W. Sell
wood; but having been wounded
la the Panama riot of that year.
John ' was not able for some
months to enter upon his duties.
His brother, however, took charge
of the church at Salem.
Bancroft's writer had said, In
the same paragraph: "In 1855 the
church at Milwaukee and another
at Salem were consecrated. The
Oregon town of the name was
(and Is) spelled Mllwaukie. That
(1855) was the beginning of Sa
lem's St. Paul's Episcopal church.
S
Another matter of peculiar his
torical coincidence: The reader
will recall that the sailing of the
boat on which the Fenner family
had passage, from San Francisco
on its way to the Umpq.ua, was de
layed for one day, because the
captain and principal officers re
sponded to the alarm bell call
of the vigilance committee, and
took leg bait to the scene of ac
tion, which resulted In the stall
ing of Hopkins and the arrest of
Judge Terry."
That was a high point in the
history of the famous vigilance
committee of San Francisco that
year, the operations of which
make up some lurid pages in the
annals of the California of the
days following the gold rush be
ginning in 1848.
m
Chief Justice, David S. Terry of
the supreme court of California
stabbed Hopkins, a prominent
member of the vigilance commit
tee. and other members. That was
what the Fenner diary meant in
mentioning the "stalling" of Hop
kins.
(Continued tomorrow)
The Safety
Valve
Letters from
Statesman Readers
WANTS GOVERNOR'S MANSION
It is an assured fact that we
are going to build a new Capitol
building that was destroyed by
fire April 25. Through the plan
ning board the state ia seeking for
more spacious grounds or more
grounds to add to the old Capitol
grounds so that we can put up a
new modern State Capitol.
Let us be modern and progres
sive and do the same as other pro
gressive states and build a man
sion for the governor of the state
of Oregon.
As far as can be found out all
other states in the union have a
mansion for their governors so
why should our governors be left
out? When we build let's erect
a building for the governor as
well as a state capitol second to
none in the union and in this way
we can kill two birds.
We have been trying to boost
our state of Oregon through dif
ferent advertising mediums.
They have had any number of
things that would have advertised
the state but refused to have any
thing to do with it because it was
not an idea of their own or would
they let their members join into It
in any way.
If we would build as I have
said the most modern state cap
itol building and a modern man
sion for our governors we could
get 10 million dollars of adver
tising from it through the press,
the kind that Is best and costs
nothing.
I do not say that we must spend
a lot of money but in building our
buildings let's build them modern
istic, something altogether differ
ent from any others. Must you
build your buildings like you
vote?
Do you want to be a copy cat all
your life or are you going to stand
on your own feet for a while, or
are your knees too weak to stand
It? We must go forward or back
ward; we cannot stand still, so
why not be progressive and go
ahead the one motto for us to
stick to and stay with is to "Do
it now and push it to a conclu
sion." E. L. STUARD.
Way back in Oklahoma,
My old native state
From there I came to Oregon
To eat from a golden plate.
But alas, the plate's been broken
And there Is nothing now to eat:
So we' have gone to strawberry
picking.
They are so large and sweet.
The berries are nice and juicy,
And covered over with mud.
We are picking them for a living.
And daily sweating blood.
My wife's back Is broken.
And her heart is too
Now if I don't leave Oregon
For divorce she is going to sue.
So I guess III be leaving
In another week or two.
To keep from being a bachelor,
I'll bid you all adieu.
HOMER HENDERSON,
Brooks.
Eight Mills at
Seattle Start;
Groups Harried
SEATTLE. July 1 6--WIeld-ing
riot sticks freely, state police
broke up a meeting of some 2000
persons in mid-afternoon Monday
at Everett and then resorted to
their tear gas guns and clubs
again to scatter 200 more down
town, as eight lumber mills re
sumed operations, another major
move directed toward the ending
of the 10 weeks northwest lum
ber strike.
The big meeting, held in the
Clark Park residential area, was
being addressed by radicals, pa
trol leaden
"THE SNOW LEOPARD"
SYNOPSIS
As Dick Bannister, young ex
plorer, emerges from the exclusive
Park Avenue residence hotel of bis
brother. Hod, the body of a man
comes hurtling through the air, fol
lowed by a snow leopard robe. The
man, abviously a servant, had fallen
ibout twenty stories. Shortly after,
Dick notices a beautiful girl, stand
ing in the doorway, order her chow
to bring the robe to her. Dick's
airedale, "Bully," fights with the
chow for possession of it. When
the girl finally retrieves it in
pieces she hastily runs her fingers
over it and exclaims: "The clasp
and girdle gone I" Never had Dick
been so attracted by any girl. She
is Karen Sire, daughter of the
multi-millionaire, Maurice Sire.
The police summon Dick to the Sire
apartment as a witness. Detective
Captain Boyle claims the dead man,
Filipino, was murdered stabbed
tn back. Karen was the only
other person ia the room when be
fell Maurice Sire telephones that
he is flying op from Washington,
D. C Leaving Detectiva "One
Armed Toole (who really had two
perfectly good arms) on duty,
Boyle goes out. When the detec
tive isn't looking, Dick calls
Karen's attention to blood ia the
aquarium. Without a sign of emo
tion, she invites Toole to have a
drink in the next room. While
the officer is gone, Dick plunges
his arm into the aquarium and
draws forth a stiletto which he
thrusts into his pocket. Shortly
after, Boyle returns with a police
woman and orders Karen searched.
The girl slips over to Dick. He
feels a tug at his pocket the sti
letto is gone I With the certainty
of being searched within the next
few minutes, Karen had deliberate
ly relieved him of the weapon.
Dick is stunned when nothing is
found on Karen. Boyle leaves. Then
"One-Armed' Toole compliments
Karen and Dick on their smooth
trick. He had seen everything and
felt Karen drop the dagger into his
(Toole's) pocket before being
searched but had remained silent,
for, like Dick, he had a hunch she
was innocent. Toole suspects a pair
of international crooks. Big Jeff
Whipple and his sweetheart. Brea
ds, who were after the clasp and
girdle. A year ago, Toole had
sworn that if he caught the Whip
plea, "he'd lose his right arm be
fore they got away. They did es
cape him and ever since Boyle
called him "One-Armed." Toole is
also bitter towards his superior be
cause Boyle insinuated he accepted
a bribe from Whipple. Karen ex
plains that the robe was an heir
loom and, every now and then, her
father would request her to wear it
ia private for his sake. The detec
tive amasee both Karen and Dick by
dropping the stiletto back into the
aquarium. He expects -someone to
come for it.
CHAPTER VI
"Ton say," Karen wenton, "that
-the Whipple Syndicate is made up
of two vwcaana
" 'Big? Jeff Whipple and Brenda,"
applied Toole. "It's Brenda I'm ex
pecting this afternoon. Shell want
to be around wnen your uaa comes
here."
Karen paled and Toole hastened
to add: "No, Brenda won't try any
rough stuff. That ain't her part of
the work."
Bannister, who had been slowly
jeginning to believe in Toole, now
became skeptical, "seems to me
that you've got a mighty long rope
attached to a small dog, he said,
"Nevertheless." thrust in Karen
eagerly, "I'd like to be here when he
nulls it in. The mystery or it an
fascinates me. If father doesn't
make it clear I'm going to work with
Mr. Toole mvself. And if the Whip-
pies escape us both there'll be an
other 'one-armed person in the
chase!"
"Make it two more," Bannister
laughed. "But ray part in the game
is to bag a snow leopard for you,
111 leave the recovery of the clasp
and girdle to the other members of
the firm wham we call it tne
One-Armed Syndicate?"
The presence of Captain Matt
Boyle of the Homicide Squad in the
Sire apartment, following what
first had appeared to be the acci
dental death of a servant, or at
worst, a suicide, was sufficient to
account for the insistent interest of
reporters. They had taken the man
ager's assurance that it- was an
accident for what it war worth
simply nothing at alL
- This first alert suspicion was
fully justified when the medical
examiner reported the presence of
a wound tn the victim's back; it was
whetted to keener edge by the
announcement that Maurice Sire
was on his way to New York from
Washington by airplane. Why
should that celebrated multi-millionaire
make such a hasty trip
tress the nation's capital, where he
was engaged in an important etro-
P in i ii m 9
Open Diplomacy Openly Arrived. At!
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ference, to be present at a police
inquiry?
Why. indeed? The lone arm of
conjecture, thrust haphazard in a
hundred directions. Quickly indi
cated the point of contact. Captain
Boyle himself had admitted that
Miss Sire was in the apartment
when the Filipino went through the
window to his death. And the facts
that bo arrests had been made, and
Boyle seemed still to be feverishly
active, indicated the presence of an
unsolved mystery.
Mystery murder a beautiful
young; woman; the daughter of
Maurice Sire involved in a bizarre
crime! What a clover patch for the
big story" specialists!
Worse than that or better, from
the reportorial viewpoint Maurice
Sire's plane made a "crash land
ing" in the fog at Roosevelt Field;
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'I'm a copper, you know," Boyle said, "and I've got to work on facts as
they appear, no matter who's hurt."
he escaped unhurt, and "dashed"
for his new town home ia a "high
powered car" that had been await
ing him.
Boyle's temper had not improved
when he re-entered the room where
Miss Sire, Bannister and Toole were
seated. "You're relieved, Toole I"
he snapped.
He turned to the girt. "I'm a
copper, you know," he continued
with a touch of conciliation, "and
I've got to work on facta as they
appear, no matter who's hurt. If
this had happened in the White
House at Washington or in the Gov
ernor's mansion at Albany, I'd have
done the same thing: that is, if I
was on the job."
"Meaning, of course," replied
Karen with a smile, "you would
have placed the first lady of the land
or the governor's wife under the
eye of a detective until the matter
was cleared up. Well, I acquit you
of any intention to offend. Indeed,
my thanks are due you for the op
portunity of meeting an interesting
gentleman."
Boyle glanced at Bannister.
"I mean Mr. Toole, of course!"
explained Karen. .
"I wonder if you do," remarked
Toole.
Bannister remained dumb. He
the skill and aplomb this young girl
had shown throughout the ordeal
thus far. Quitting' a school room
only the day before, she had plunged
into one of the most difSeuft situa
tions conceivable and carried it off
with the ease of a Woman trained
for rears in intrigue. He began to
feel like a clumsy, bun glesome
booby, to reerret the years he had
spent in the rough countries, and
his own total lack of the nicer social
graces, -
But be was soon to find a fresh
well of resource in this strange
young woman. Both wished to re
main with "One-Armed" Toole un
til he nad followed his own does to
a conclusion. Boyle - already was
trying to get rid of the man, one
who . . . snbordlaaU ia rank mrui
not attached to the homicide squad
. .was aiso a personal enemy.
"I've Invited Mr. Tool fa ),.
luncheon with us," Miss Sire ex
plained, waving the detective back
to a chair from which ha had un.
"Sorry that your duties will carry
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Chris Hawthorne
you away, Captain or, shall I or
der a fourth service?"
Even Boyle perceived that he
was pot expected to accept this
somewhat negative tender of hos
pitality. It had the well defined but
sublimated air of "Here's your hat
what's your hurry?" He threw a
sour eye at Toole and, bowing to
Miss Sire, yielded the field.
With Boyle out of sight, Toole's
waistcoat rippled over a silent
chuckle. "Matt will feel more com
fortable in a place where he can
take off his coat and chew beef out
loud," he rumbled. "A nice T-bone
steak at Mike's over in Third Ave
nue that's his dish."
Bannister could not quite adjust
himself either to Miss Sire's atti
tude or to Toole's levity. After all,
it was a tragedy that had brought
them together. "What a Jolly little
murder!" he said, putting a little
sarcasm into the shot.
Toole erased the grin from his
face by drawing his hand down
ward over his mouth. 4 I've been
waiting a long time for a chance
to laugh at Matt Boyle," he mut
tered. Karen Sire had been surveying
Bannister with curious interest.
"So you're Hod Bannister's broth
er " she said. "Hod plays chess with
my father."
Dick welcomed the chance to drop
into an off-hand talk. "No," he said
soberly, "I'm not Hod's brother
he's mine. That is, if you consider
the book 'American Men of Science'
a more important index than the
Social Register."
Karen caught his mood and
seemed to like it. "Oh, yes you're
the great Richard Bannister, th
geologist," she said with a simula
tion of awe.
"The eminent geologist," he am
plified blandly, "and also the mighty
hunter. I've been up in the Cana
dian Rockies most of the last two
years, out of touch with carpets,
open plumbing, daily metropolitan
murders and dinner coats. This
sort of thing is all new to me. But
111 be more at home back of the
Himalayas, bagging a snow leopard
for you. That job was made to order
for me."
The girl gazed at him with
amused incredulity. "My dear man,"
she'said, "do yon think I'd send you
half way around the world on such
an errand? Ifs all very charming 3
but "
.Toole had picked up the tele
phone to answer the bell. "All right,
send it up," be order loftily. Lunch
eon was ready, he had learned. In
a few minntes the private elevator
door opened and si silver .panoplied
service was wheeled into the room
under heavy service escort.
"Reminds me 'of eld times," ex
ulted Toole, plopping down ia a
chair while Bannister drew up an
other for Miss Sire, "When I was a
house detective at the old Waldorf
this kind of feed was a regular
thing for the boys.- Oscar spoiled
me for the Third Avenue joints,
but I doubt if he ever could teach
Matt Boyle to eat soup without
making a noise."
(To Be Continued)
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