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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 19, 1933)
-tv A Life For Sale BY SYDNEY liURLER "I have had a talk with Chipstead." he said; “he will f*e dealing with the matter fo-day. and in the morning frou and 1 will go up to Town. I will take you myself to the Home Secretary. The charge •gainst you must be dropped.” Once again Creighton en deavored to express his grati tude, but his host smilingly •cfused to listen. "A game of billiards before tied? We keep eariy hours when my wife is not here, but • hundred up should not take tong. What do you say?” Martin, feeling that all the good fairies were now watch ing over him, accepted. ‘ And so, Mr. Creighton, you have brought me a note from Sir David Warburton, the Home Secretary. Apparently he has been convinced by Lord Belshaven that you are innocent of the atrocious crime with which you have been charged. Of course, if a mistake has been made—” “You must know that a mistake has been made, Mr, Stark. You have heard my story. I have told you how the man Juhl, who is now dead—" Martin Creighton stopped. Tue Deputy Commissioner of Scotland Yard looked as tnough he was going to be very ill. All through the inter view he had been wiping his forehead continually, as though he found the heat of the room oppressive, and now he clutched the side of the table for support. Creighton stepped forward, hut Mr. Jarvis Stark waved lum back “I am not feeling myself this morning,” the Deputy Commissioner said. “I have been tremendously over worked lately . . . tremen dously overworked . . .’’The voice trailed off. Sorry as he was for the man, Martin felt that this was proving a most unsatis factory Interview. Earlier in the afternoon he had been taken by Lord Belshaven to see the Secretary of State. The latter had listened at tentively, not only to what the Foreign Secretary had said, but to Creighton’s own story. At the end he had pursed his lips. “This is indeed a very grave matter," he pronounced, “and I as very grateful to you, Lord Belshaven, for bringing Mr. Creighton to me. I understand that Mr. Jarvis Stark, the Deputy Commis sioner of Police, is not at his office to-day, but I will give you a note, Mr. Creighton to take to him at his house. Mr. Jarvis Stark has dealt with tae Sir Simon Baste affair lumself. He will be very in terested in what ycu have to tell him." Martin hnd been asked to step into another room while the two Cabinet Ministers conferred together in private. As he passed through the door, he heard the Home Secretary remark to his col leagues: “A mcst lamentable error. ...” He had taken a taxi to the address on the envelope, and bad been shown into this large and rather poorly fur nished rocm on the ground floor. Evidently Mr. Jervis Stark was something of a Spartan as regards his per sonal comfort3. “If you are not the murderer of Sir Simon Baste, who is?” Wiping his forehead again, the questioner sank into a chair. Undoubtedly the man was ill. Creighton decided. Yet he was bound to reply. “That is your business, not mine, I suggest. Perhaps it was the man Juhl.” Jarvis Stark rolled his handkerchief into a ball. Saner Living Credited For Improving Health Milwaukee, Wis —(UP)— Bet Yr health conditions provide one k the bright spots n tire depre.s uf«n according to Dr John P. (Coehler, Milwaukee health com riv.ssioner He cited the following ,icU to prove hl3 statement. ‘•rewer automobile accidents .T'-'auae fewer cat are being a iven. •hf'ewer wild -art'.- i with a re « -ed rate in health-menacing u covers and an uineas in per “The man Juhl,” he re peated. “But he is dead, you say?” “Yes. And now I must ask you. Mr. Stark, to give me your assurance that I shall not be subjected to any fur ther annoyance from you or your policemen.” The Deputy Commissioner rose. He proved to be un steady on his feet. “I will give you the neces sary assurance—I will—I will get it now. Please excuse me for a few minutes.” Before Creighton could make any reply he had left the room. After five minutes had passed. Martin became im patient. The irritation he had experienced from the be ginning of this interview in creased until he felt he could not stay in the room any longer. He had the impression that Jarvis Stark was some how fooling him. He had stooped to pick up his hat and stick, when a voice, harsh and impelling, called: “Put up your hands!” Creighton swung around Instantly. Confronting him was a tall man whose features were entirely covered with a black mask. “You have betrayed my plans and you must pay the penalty.” The masked man leveled the revolver in his right hand. Creighton gasped. This man was that Emperor of Crime, the Lord of the Underworld to whom Juhl had given un questioning allegiance. This was the masked man, ad dressed as The King, whom he had met in the house at Highgate. And now he saw him again In the house of the Deputy Commissioner of Po lice. . . . “Duck, you ass!” The warning immediately preceded the appearance of a thin, wlry-looking man, im maculately dressed, who, ap pearing sensationally from space, leapt on the back of the masked man, his fingers clutching the other’s throat. ‘ Here, give me a hand, Creighton!” called Bunny I Chipstead. A minute later the Secret ' Service free-lance tore the mask from the face of the man whose wrists he had ! manacled. “Jarvis Stark,” he said, "I : arrest you for the murder of Sir Simon Baste.” CHAPTER XXXVII It was to a deeply interested gathering of police chiefs. Cabinet Ministers, and other high Government officials in the office of Sir Robert Hed dingley that Bunny Chip stead told his story. “In the first place,” he stated, “it is my firm con viction that the report of the eminent alienists who are now examining him will give the opinion that Mr. Jarvis j Stark is mad. He has been seriously unbalanced, in my view, for some time past.” “Mad!” The Prime Minister of England turned to the speaker with an impatient gesture. He looked as though he found it difficult to take Chipstead’s words seriously. Sir David Warburton. the Homo Secretary, turned in his chair. "uersonany, sir, 1 snuum much prefer to believe that Stark was mad. The idea of a Deputy Commissioner of Police behaving as we now know this man has behaved and being in his sane senses is a, too unpleasant one to j contemplate easily.” Murmurs of assent came from the others in the room “If Mr. Chipstead may be allowed to resume, sir—” sug gested Sir Robert Hedding 1 ley. ' (TO BE CONTINUED) sons getting more health-produc ing sleep. "Less stomach trouble with peo ple eating plainer foods.” SWEET MEDICINE Columbus, Ohio — When Thomas Butterfield. 39. a trusty who walked from the Columbus City prison last July, returned to take his medicine he found it not hard to take. When he gave himself up recently he was freed by Judge Joseph M. Clifford at the recommendation of Prosecu tor Wayne Fogle. Ic had bummed his wav to California and back. M U R D E R Bv An Mignon ARISTOCRAT |_| CHAPTER 1 Last week I had niv tele phone disconnected, no I am sleeping better. I no longer find myself suddenly awake, staring Into the darkness, lis ' tening. Listening, every nerve tense, as if I dread what I am about to hear. And then com ing slowly to the realization that the telephone is not ringing, that the Thatcher case is over and closed. It is always with a feeling of shock that I arrive at this realiza tion; I invariably feel tired, exhausted, and faintly terri fied, as if I had just escaped some impending danger. Having been more or less interested in the simpler as pects of psychology fer some time, I strove to analyze my own thoroughly annoying trouble and came to the con clusion that I feared the tele phone. So, as I say, I had it discon nt-.ed and have slept much better. iiiuugii us iu uiub ixitue axe many things lar more terri fying than the telephone that I have stored in my memory. There was the singular way Bayard Thatcher’s head was twisted. There was the blood on the wrong rug. There were Dave’s haunted eyes when I met him at last at that strange grave. And there was, curiously, the heavy fragrance of s u m m e r-night rain on roses. But after all, it was the telephone which summoned me to the Thatcher case to nurse Bayard Thatcher who, Dr. Bouligny said, had acci dentally shot himself while cleaning a revolver. He was not seriously wounded, said Dr. Bouligny. but Miss Odela Thatcher had insisted on calling a trained nurse. From the way he spoke, I received a distinct impression that Adela Thatcher’s will was law. The telephone call aroused me at exactly hall-past two of a cool summer dawn; l know the time because I re member rubbing my eyes with one hand while I stretched the other toward my alarm clock and wondered whether it was an accident or a baby. The doctor explained the mat ter rather hurriedly, saying the accident had occurred about half an hour ago, he had dressed the wound and would leave orders for me, and would I please come at once. I resisted an impulse to tell him I would far rather get my sleep out. scrambled some things into a bag, caught a suburban train, and was presently walking along the turf path, raised a little, and so velvety thick with close cropped grass that my feet made no sound at all, which led diagonally from the cross roads across the spacious lawns surrounding the That cher house. It was that cool, lovely gray nour before the sun, and I recall very clearly but with some incredulity the feeling jf peace and tranquillity and serenity induced in me by the wide green lawn, spreading into misty gray, the dim out lines of the shrubbery, the sleepy twitter of the birds in the great old trees, and the house itself, which loomed half clear, half shadowy ahead 3f me. It was an old house af mellowed brick with clean white trimmings, sprawling contentedly there amid its trees; a house of undecided architecture with a turret here, a bay window there, an unexpected wing somewhere else; a house that, once neat and compact, had been added onto during several genera tions. It was now a rambling mixture of many modes of architecture, but the effect, somehow, was still gracious and possessed a mellow and charming dignity. The wide front door was Russians as Dissatisfied As Under Czars, Is Claim Milwaukee, VVis. — tUP> — The Russian masses are as dissatisfied today as they were under the rule of the Czars. Major F. Yeats Brown, British author and sports man, said while visiting Milwau kee on f lecture tour. “Thou jilts of revolution run through the minds of the Russian massr.s today.” he declared. “The\ are discontented with their lot under the Soviet regime and tired oi the starvation rations ucoi. 1 open, with only a screen door across it; a light shone in the hall beyond. As I took a last breath of the sweet morning air which mingled the scents of sleeping flowers and dew drenched, recently cut grass and stepped on the low porch, a woman came from the stair way in the hall to open the door. She was a small woman not much past 50, I thought, in trailing lavender silk with lace falling about her wrists. She looked worried and anxious but was not flurried. ‘ Miss Keate?” It was a soft, rather high voice, delicately modulated and very deliber ate. The kind of voice that in my girlhood was called ele gant. Or relined. It continued: "I am Adela Thatcher. Will you come this way, please?” She gestured toward the stairway, and I followed. The light above had fallen di rectly upon her face and her gray hair, which was in what. I instinctively felt, was an unaccustomed state of disor der. The arrogant curve of what * came to know as the Thatcher nose was softened in her face to a line of not un pleasant dignity, and her somewhat faded blue eyes squinted near-sightedly. She was not tall and, save for a thickness about the waist and hips, was rather slender, but she gave an impression of stateliness and assured dig nity. Her hand on the polished railing was white under its laces, but a little broad and thick knuckled; it was a gen erous but not a sensitive hand. ac me moment i saw very little of the darkly gleaming stairway and hall. I saw lit tle of it, but at the same time were things I knew about that house immediately. I knew there were glittering bathrooms, lavishly suppl'pJ, and generous linen ch :>ets delicately fragrant with lav ender; I knew that there were many books and good old rugs and ancestral portraits care fully hung; I knew that a stain on the silver—which would be solid and old—was like a stain on the family honor, and that somebody in the household had perpetual ly red knees from polishing floors and ancient mahogany. We emerged into a wide, well aired upper hall. At a door almost opposite the stair well a girl in a yellow chiffon negligee stood, apparently waiting for us. One slim hand was on the doorknob of the room she seemed to have just left; her dark hair was pinned back in a remarkably becom ing dishevelment, and even at that hurried moment I was conscious of what was almost a shock. The girl was amaz ingly beautiful. Now beauty is a rare word, a delicate word, one which may not be used carelessly. uut u is uie umy worn lur Janice Thatcher. But I do not know to this day exactly why she was beautiful. I suppose she had regular features and a graceful body. I know her black hair was soft and wavy and had a warm brownish tinge. I know she had a creamy magnolia-like skin, very dark gray eyes which were direct and grave under well defined eyebrows and, I believe, long-lashed. But many, many women have all that and have not beauty. No, it was something subtle; something elusive; a sort of inner flame, a something that glowed occasionally like the lambent flashes of a fire opal when you turn it in the light. Since I am of the genera tion which quotes Browning, I found myself thinking. “All that I know of a certain star” —and then Miss Adela was saying a little breathlessly: “How is Bayard? Is he bet* ter?” tTO BE CONTINUED) which they arc forced to subsist because of the shortage of food.” The author of ‘ The Lives ot a Bengal Lancer" and ‘Bloody Years" recently returned from a visit to Russia. He said only the army there is well fed, addin? that • the Soviet Government sees to that because a well conditioned army ran stave off revolution. 1 jrkish marriage applicants nre issued a license only on the pres entation of a certificate showing that they know their new alpha- ' h»t.. I Romantic Origin of Package Medicines gome of the most Interesting ro mances will be found in the inar'di of industry; for back of nearly ev ery product which pains public ac ceptance is the very human story of somebody's ideal, ambition, ingenu ity, enterprise, disappointment, strug gle and final achievement. The privations and hardships which accompanied 1 lie early years of the development of package medi cines are an important part (ft the history of our nation. The public seldom appreciates the doubt, the ridicule, the ostracism and the enor mous financial risks which were suf fered by tlie early pioneers in medi cines. Their faith, determination and pioneering spirit were responsi ble for developing and bringing to >mr medicine shelves those well known package medicines which af ford economy and convenience, and which are so essential to our every day lives. Today we take our family reme dies for granted ns naturally as we accept the air or sunshine. Most package medicines were origi nally prescribed by that beloved in dividual, the memory of whose self sacrificing life is most beautiful— the old family physician. Being pre scriptions of merit which produced results, they survived. They became much in demand and consequently much prescribed by their originat ors. Perhaps the demand grew so rapidly that the old doctor found himself unable, with his limited equipment. Ins modest kit. to fill the need. Often lie, sometimes as sisted by his kinsmen or 'riends, pre pared to meet the demand by a quantity production, that the merl- ' torlous prescriptions might receive the widespread use which their pop ularity Justified, Then came years of toil, hardships, risks, struggles! with life's earnings and life's efforts in vested. Eventually the laboratory anrl the machine entered the picture, and every invention of a modern world was utilized to Increase per fection, production and distribution. Whether an individual package medicine lias been on the market for scores of years, or whether it Is the more recent product of medical re search, a large proportion of pack age medicines in general are based upon solid scientific knowledge, and deserve the confidence of the public. Proprietary remedies which can ease human suffering, mitigate human distress, or add to human health and physical efficiency, at a price within the reach of ttie poor man's pocket book, are indeed worthy adjuncts to American life, as well as American commerce. “They can be safely re lied upon,” as Lord Bacon expressed it, “to tune the curious harp of man's body.” chapped' HANDS To quickly relieve chapping and roughness, apply soothing, Jjf cooling Mentholatum. MENTHOLATUM NOW! EASE A SORE THROAT INSTANTLY Feel Rawness, Irritation, Go At Onc« These Pictures Tell You What To Do Crush and Dissolve 3 Bayer Aspirin Tablets in Half a Glass of Water. GARGLE Thor oughly— Throw Your Head Way Back, Allowing a Little to Trickle Down Your Throat. Repeal Gargle and Do Not Rinse Moulli, Allow Gar gle to Remain on Membranes of the Throat for Pro longed Effect. Remember Only Medicine Helps A Sore Throat Modern medical science now throws an entirely new light on sore throat. A way that eases the pain, rawness and irritation in as little as two or three minutes. Results are among the most extraordinary in medical science. On doctors’ advice, millions are fol lowing this way .. . discarding old time “washes” and “antiseptics.” For it has been found that only medi cine can help a sore throat. Simple To Do. All yon do is crush and dissolve three BAYER Aspirin Tablets in half a glass of water. Gargle with it twice—as pictured above. If you have any indication of a cold—before gar gling take 2 Bayer Aspirin Tablets with a full glass of water. This is to combat any signs of cold that have gone into your system. Keep on taking if cold has a “hold.” For Genuine Bayer Aspirin will not harm you. Your doctor will tell you, it does not depress the heart. Get a box of 12 or a bottle of 100 at any drug store. Reduces Infection, Eases Pain Instantly. Gargling with Bayer Aspirin will do three things: Relieve soreness at once. Allay inflamma tion. AND—reduce infection: which is the important thing in lighting a sore throat. It requires medicine—like BAY ER ASPIRIN—to do these things!! That is why throat specialists throughout America are prescrib ing this BAYER gargle in place of old-time ways. Results are quick and amazing. Be careful, however, that you get real BAYER Aspirin Tablets For this purpose. For they dissolva completely enough to gargle with out leaving irritating particles. Watch this when you buy. /T\ NO TABLETS ARE GENUINE BAYER ASPIRIN WITHOUT THIS CROSS w AND PUT Essence of Miitbl & ON YOUR HANDKERCHIEF AND PILLOW IT’S NEW i lhe ‘'bluet" Btvcr lilt foot la a healthy bedj. Why feel aluggtah. alckly • ad dcapoadsat ehaa a aim pie internal cleansing mekee all the difference (n the earidlv have you feel? Drink Garfield Tea for a week or to. You'll be delighted with the Improve ment lo your good look*, humor and appetite. (At all druggists) •aatPLK meet a»m#td reaCo.,P.o. Brooklyn. N.Y. Garfield Tea dt^aiura/. ^axa/iut' rZ)rtnh IT IS THE DOLLARS . . . that circulate among ourselves, in our own community, that in the end build our schools and churches, pave our streets, lay our side walks, increase our farm values, attract more people to this section. Buying our merchandise in our local stores means keeping our dollars at home to work for al! of us.