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PAGE FJGHT M"EDFOT?D MAiL TRTBTjyTE, ftrEDFORD. OREO ON. THTJRKDAY. .TUNE 3, 1937. o.. . myttenout siiui kill attructiue Jude BUnshop on awild.stormy night at Farrington Bluff, home 0 Michael' aunt. Then a feriei of strange attacks makes everyone jittery in the marooned household: Mike; the Skipper, hit tall, tweedy younger aunt; Aunt Martha, stout and prudish; Hay Palmer, Mike's red headed sweetheart; HI joins, the old butler; William, ihi chauffeur; Cook; Annie, the maid; even my self. On the second nerve-rack ing day toe find a man's body be low the bluff. It is Michael's father, insane and supposedly dead since Mike was an inant Chapter 25 Koarlng Drunk THE dining room was deserted. Voices beyond the closed door of the library indicated that M. Farring ton and Gay Palmer still kept un happy vigil against the return of the rescue party. It seemed brutal to leave them In such suspense, but the Skipper was pouring coffee with a iteady hand. And Its aroma was too much for me. 1 was famished. What ever happened apparently, I could sat and I did so. Higgins served us In silence. Not until my fourth cup of coffee did I turn to the Skipper. "Well?" "Your move now, Casablanca, she laid with the ghost of a smile. Tm taking Martha upstairs. From now on 1 sumniuried e'.ur tfunce ui utuep llon 1 could find. Tve never seen him before." She didn't relax. 'Then It was a tramp after all. How funny." 1 left it at that. Let Mike handle It in his own way. There was nothing more for me to do but wait, wait for the first boatload of gaping natives from the mainland. "What are the Bllnshops like?" "I've only met them once or twice. Nice enough people. They've been friends of the Farringtons for ages." And so we rambled on for at least an hour. It was a horrible morning. Gradually we dropped all pretense of conversation. We tried to read. We tried to play Double Canfleld. We paced and we fidgeted. The world as such seemed to have ceased existence for us -beyond the limits of that week end on the Bluff. Sleep was the logical thing. We both needed it desperately, but we had passed that stage of fatigue where sleep Is possible. Every nerve and every muscle ached, and there was no way of resting them. At a rough guess I should have placed our tenancy of the library at 10 years by the time Michael appeared. Gay Tears nto Mike AND he was no cheering spectacle. His hair stood wildly on end. His clothes were crumpled and messy. His eyes had a nasty, glowing inten sity that brought me to my feet In a )erk. "Where's everybody?" he Inquired I grabbed Mike by the throat and shook him hard. you and Gay will hav, to amusa yourselves. The entertainment." with twisted grin, "is over." 1 waited in the dining room as long hs 1 possibly could. 1 was in no mood (or a rousing scene with M. Farrlng ton. Dismally crumbling toast, 1 ra fleeted that the storm couldn't last much longer. The rain had stopped. There should be boats from the main land by the next day at the very lat est. And, then police Inquests re porters the Bllnshop family to be faced. What about Mike? What If he were to discover that his father's dis ease had been hereditary? Lordl What an awful situation for Gay Palmer! 1 spilled 1 last despairing handful d( crumbs on the tablecloth and wan dered aimlessly to the sideboard. Would 1 ever be rid of the ghastly memory of that huddled bundle on the closet shelf? Nine-thirty. Should 1 look up Gay? t wondered what the Skipper had told her. Perhaps It would be better to leave the kid alone "Jimmle," Gay's voice startled me from the door. "What the deuce are you doing? Come on In here, can't you?" 'What's Going On?' (WENT reluctantly. Apparently she had been pacing around In there alone for some time. Her face was very red; her hands Jerked nervously. "Look here, what the devil Is going en? One minute you rush In howling lhat you've found a dead man on the beach, and the next the Skipper comes waltzing In with the bright re mark that It was all a mistake. What Is this anyway?" "This," I said curtly, "Is a damn mess." "That'i not an answer." She napped a cigarette from the case In her none-too-steady hand. "1 -want to know what's going on, and I'm going to know. Where's Mike?" "In his room." She almost got to the door before 1 did. "Now listen. Gay, you can't see him Just now. sit down. I've got to talk to you." I took her arm and led her, struggling, to a chair. "You and I have a lot of thinking to do. and we're going to make ourselves pretty scarce," "What do you mean?" She sat un der protest. "Just this. The Skipper Is trying to keep M. Farrington In the dark to save us from some messy scenes. Thero was a body on the beach. It's In the game room now." Her face tightened. "Who Is It?" thickly, crossing the room with a labored, weaving motion. He was drunk roarlngly drunk. "Upstairs" I began, but It was no use. Gay was at him like a shot. "You've got a nervel Where do you think you are?" 1 had a fleeting desire to knock their heads together. Michael waved a pompous hand. "Where? Home, my pot at Farring ton BlulT on beauteous, bounteous Long Island in the bosom of my fam ily." Something In the1 remark ap peared to amuse him. He roared with drunken gusto, holding weakly to the edge of the table. Gay advanced on him, eyes flash ing. "You fllthy llttlo rati" she said. "You yellow, drunken lout, listen to met You think you'll quit on your aunts now because the going is get ting tough. Well, you won'tl Either of those old girls Is worth more than a dozen of you on one platter, do you hear? And If Jimmie doesn't whale the booze out of you right now, J Willi" Michael atarcd at her stupidly, steadying himself against the table. "You can get this, tool" Her voice was rising shrilly. "After what I've seen of you In the last few days, 1 don't want to see any more. Is that clear?" Possibly his silence Irritated her more than anything else. Suddenly her hand shot out There was a hearty smack, and a dull white streak glistened on Michael's red face glis tened, turned pink, and stood out a welt of red. Then, like a streak, Mike moved. His hand seized her wrist and sent her hurtling Into a table covered with glasses and decanters. There was a tinkling crash. 1 leapt across that room and had him by the throat. I shook him until my head roared and my breath was gone. Then I flung him violently Into a chair. For a long time none of us spoke. None of us could. Mike moved first lumbering heavily to his feet All the liquor had gone out of him, but there was something in its place some thing that nude me catch my labored breath In a painful gasp. He spoke very slowly. "I'm drunk. All right. I meant to be drunk, and I mean to be drunk from now on. Can't you see that I'm safest that way? I've killed a person. Do you understand that? I've killed a person!" (Cetvutl. US?, lilit Ttlir) The Skipper tells the story of Nor man Farrington, tomorrow. TANK FARMING PLAN SPREADS 10 II HATTIESBURO. Mtci. fUP) F. C Olenn Is sure of having grit 1cm spin ach thin year. He la raising It tn the first notl-leai agricultural station In the Hattirsnurg section. Some time ago Glenn net up some tanks rvn hla farm and started nls first crop. He planted Irish potatoes, tomatoea and spinach. He says the plants appear healthy. The tank proresa for growing plant" la simple, into a tank 2 feet wide. I feet long and 0 Inches deep la poured 2S gallons of water It la heated to a temperature of 70 de grees, rahrenhelt: A quart container of chemicals la submerged tn the water. The tank Is covered with tine chicken wire netting. Spread a crow the wire Is a a-lnch inyer of excel sior, tteeria. tubers or plants are then embedded In the excelsior. Then the tank Is placed In the sun After that there la nothing to do but wait lor the crop. The new method requires no weed pulling, no plowing and no worry over crop failure. Agriculture experts at the Univer sity of California already have shown that crop yields enn be produced by tank methods. In a tank, the area of which waa but one-one hundredth of an acre, they raided three-fourths of a ton of potatoes. That was equivalent to a jMekl of 77 tons per acre. Tomato vl'.es grew 2S feet long and produced huge fruit. Tobacco stalks mm red to a height of T2 feet. All of the plants were healthy specimen bees vise of cre hiily planned clicmlcal diets. STRANGE AS IT SEEMS By JOHN HIX War farther pros lares the author, Inclosing Mtmpet envelope for reply. Reg. TJ. 8. Pit Oat. M0 4fo??V ?OWti sA di tvn.itsr? ntfMin UikA ivi UkMYl.f , ii rn riiwum t, pnibc i win tooToFPoMPtt'ssmue i in -we faMftrt $emT cHftM&et? s v i mm Of) AttoilL faiVTI tf RUN UP f 1&thl MlttM Conqueror of Asia, Africa and Spain. Pompey turned to a political career In 61 B. O. In an effort to cement a friendship with Caesar, he married tho letter's daughter Iulla. and tho two men took over the Joint rule of the Roman empire. For a while the combination worked, but the ambi tion of the two men and the death of Pompey'a wife strained relations between them. In 50 B. a tho crisis came, civil war broke out and Caesar defeated pompey in battle. Pompey ried Italy, Making refuge tn Egypt. in the act of landing, he was treach erously murdered by one of his soldiers. Caesar became solo master of Home and retained his power until hla death at the hands of assassins on March 15. 44 B. C. Pierced by 23 wounds, he fell at the feet of his great rival's statue in the senate hill attached to Pompey'a theater. Sung Town, Chosen to procure an Incorporation charter for the little town of Sunny side. Maine, In 1873, Reverend Seth Noble went to Boston. His fellow townsmen had decided to Incorporate their community under the name Sunbury. bxit the minister had the papers made out under the name Bangor, which was tho title of hts favorite church tune. Reverend Noble later claimed that the name had been changed through a mistake on his part, stating that ho was whistling "Bangor" when tho clerk who was taking care of the documents asked, "May I inquire the name?" Asseriedly believing the cterk wanted the name of the tune he was whistling, Noble replied, "Bangor." tlaskethnll Official. "Dean of Basketball" is a title which Barney Ain of the New York City board of education well rates. A player, coach, umpire, writer and lecturer on the sport, he has offlct. ated at more than 7,000 games In the post 18 years. Tomorrow: The IlenMMe(I Pirate! Smelter Chief Passes. SPOKANE, June 3. (AP) Prank Marshall, 71, mining operator who for 16 years was smelter director of the Bunker Hill and Sullivan Mining company, died hero yesterday. H was the Washington state member of the board of governors of tho Amer- lean mining congress. LAWN MOWEKS sharpened We o&U and del Sims Brua fei ai U3 N e1r Flowers for Flowers. WASHINGTON, Juno 3. (AP) Mrs. Roosevelt ent flowers today to Representative Walter M. Pierce, who was released from a nospital recently. Pierce is recovering in his hotel. Slips 1'nai Fit by KICKERNICK 1.05 Panne. Crepe. Satin S3.95 Ethelwyn B Hoffmann. 8 St H Oreen Stamps. Former First l.aty, 77. WASHINOTON. June 3. IAP Mrs. William Huward Taft. widow of the former president and chief Jus tice, was 77 years old today. 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