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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
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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
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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.
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