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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (March 16, 1933)
Jones Family Lerder^ in High Achievement Persons named Jotios should he carrying tneir rbrxis swelled to flie litail. No fewer Hum sixty two mem bers of (heir family have hoen ad Judged significant contributors to the tanking of America, and as such ure recordikI in tlie Just published tenth minute of the Dictionary of Ameri can tliography. The list begins with Aimer -lines, free-lance sky pilot of New Knglnnd. and runs through to Willie .lories, free thinking Virginia fdarder and member of the rontinen tal congress. Hallway stands "Moth er" Mary Jones, tier.v latsir leader, burled in Mount olivet. 111., Among the others lire Alexander, who sen' , the lirst news message hjr telegraph J nnd devised a scheme for telegraph ' le market reporting; Anson. Iasi j president of Hie republic of Texas; David, lighting chaplain of the wars of t'e Revolution and ISli!; John Paul, the naval hero; John Taylor; Itev. Hum, preacher and forerunner of Hilly Sunday. 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I did, however, turn for a mo ment at the doorway to take a last look at Bayard That- i cher. People say a nurse grows callous to death, but it isn’t true. At the top of the stairs I turned at once into Bayard Thatcher’s empty room. My Instrument kit was in the bathroom, with various band age scissors and my ther mometer scattered about. The room was orderly, the bed smooth save for the outline made by the pressure of Bay ard’s body on it early in the afternoon. I felt a little sick | and dizzy as I looked at that, but even so I was quite cer tain about the condition of i the room. Not a thing was out of place. I went straight into the ' bathroom to get together the j various articles of mine that ' lay about. The room was small, and in reaching be hind the door for my bag I i had closed that door. It may have taken two or three min utes to place the small ar ticles in their respective pock ets, and I remember smooth ing my hair before the mir ror and pinning my cap more securely on my head. I had ! a drink of water, too, letting it run from the faucet for I some time so it would be cold, j Perhaps altogether it was five or six minutes before I emerged into the bedroom again — a bedroom which looked exactly as if a hurri cane had struck it. I could not believe my eyes. The bedding was torn from the bed, the pillows out of I their linen cases. Even the j mattress had been pulled 1 about. The cushions had been jerked off the chairs, every drawer in the old fashioned dresser was out, the contents flung hurriedly about, even the rugs were flung back, and the pictures crooked on the walls. And all this had been done in five minutes, and so silent ly that I, in the very next room, had heard nothing of it. jli ingntenea me. There was something ruth- j less, something incredibly sin ister in the swift, silent de struction in that room. Without warning one of 4hose strange moments of keen perception came upon me; one of those terrifying, j chilling moments when you suddenly see yourself in re lation to existence and won der at yourself and what you are and what you desire and why—and that leave you feel- ; ing inexpressibly futile and perplexed. It is as if, for the barest moment, veils had dropped from your eyes and you caught a glimpse of real- i lty, and there is always a feel ing of apprehension, a need ,■ to grasp desperately for your sense of personal identity, as ; if that, too, might escape you. i But this time that subcon , scious terror had something definite and objective to fas ten upon. All at once the house was a prison to me. I felt I must escape. I would tell Adela Thatcher that I could not stay. Emmeline appeared on the threshold. If the frightful dis order in the room shocked > her, she did not give any evi ; dence of it. “Miss Adela says will you 1 come to her, please.” I followed Emmeline. Some { where along the hall the • kaleidoscope shifted again, righted itself, and things were nearer normal. I was again Sarah Keate; was inside my self again, intact. But still frightened. Adela lay in the middle of an enormous old bed. Janice and Evelyn had got her into a lacy bed jacket; a glass with still a little sherry in it stood on the bedside table. There was a pink spot burning fe verishly in each cheek, and her eyes were very bright. Janice lat beside her, still and white, and Evelyn, ever practical, was moving about the room, arranging clothes on delicately scented hangers, and telling Emmeline to send up a tray with dinner for Miss Adela and Miss Keate. And again, blandly and reasonably, they overrode my protestations and persuaded me to remain. It was done without undue pressure and very deftly. “Just for a few days, Miss Keate, until we can get on our feet again,” said Evelyn at last. “This is a terrible shock to us all.” At which Adela sighed and said faintly: "Terrible. Terrible. I sup pose it’s all over town by this time. Oh, Evelyn, what will people say?” “Hilary stands to lose more than any of us,” said Evelyn a bit crisply. “Oh, I can’t bear all this,” cried Janice. She rose, push ing back her dark hair with both hands in a curiously de spairing gesture, and walked to the window. “How can you talk so! Of Hilary. Of what people will say. Of the effect on his bank! Suppose people do talk! What does it matter! We can’t help it. You don’t say a word of the real horror of it. The real-” “Janice! Janice, darling! You are overwrought. You are hysterical-” “Janice.” Evelyn took both the younger woman’s hands in her firm brown clasp and spoke with great earnestness. 1 “You don’t know what you are saying, dear. You must try to control yourself. Think of the family name. Think of my boys. Think or “Evelyn, why don’t you and Janice go into Janice’s room and try to rest? Or go down stairs and get Dave and Hil ary to eat something. Evelyn -" Adela’s high-pitched, deliberate voice stopped ab- I ruptly, but she could not have said more plainly, “Get Janice out of here—before she says too much.” The room was quiet after they left. Adela lay motion less, staring at the ceiling with blank blue eyes. I re member I moved uneasily about, taking her tempera ture, feeling for her pulse, from a vague notion that I must be doing something rather than from any par ticular need on her part for nursing care. Once or twice I caught her watching me si lently, a curious look of spec ulation in her still blue gaze. And I marveled to find my self still in that house and thought how singular it was that I felt rather like a pris- j oner. Which was absurd. Yet —to be a prisoner in that | house where murder had walked would be no pleasant thing. Emmeline brought two din ner trays to the room. Her hands were still faintly pur- ! pie from fruit stain, but she’d put on a fresh white apron, and her thin face was im mobile. The trays were dain tily arranged, and I was a little astonished to find my self eating, and even to see Adela sit up against her laced pillows and touch this and that. She put the tray defin itely aside when Hilary en tered the room. “No, don’t go. Miss Keate,” she said as I rose. “Stay here. Have you discovered any thing, Hilary? What did the sheriff say? Had Higby seen anyone about? Sit down. You look dreadful. Did you have any dinner?” He did look bad; his plump face was pale, and his eyes hollow, and his hands none too steady. He dropped into a chair, rubbed his eyes wearily, and said: “Do you mind if I smoke, Adela?” “Not at all. Not at all. What did Higby say?” And as Hilary looked at me and hesitated she added: “Don’t mind Miss Keate. Speak freely, Hilary.” “Well,” said Hilary in a re luctant way. “Higby said there wasn’t anybody near all aft ernoon. That he mowed the lawn the whole afternoon and that Emmeline was in the summer kitchen, working near the window. That he didn’t stop mowing once, and of course, he was on the same side of the house as the win dows to the library. He said he didn’t hear a sound except the telephone once. We asked him if the sound of the lawn mower so near him might not have muffled the sound of the shot.” “What did he say to that?” “He said, maybe, but he’d heard the telephone ring dis tinctly. That it broke off in the middle of one of the peals.” “But he was closer to the house then,” said Adela. “He was at the edge of the lawn by late afternoon. I doubt very much if he copld have heard the shot above the clatter of the lawnmower. I’ve been telling him to grease it for the last two weeks. And he’s rather stupid. I think it very likely someone could get past into the library windows, or even in the back door, without his seeing them.” Hilary nodded. “That’s what I told Jim Strove. Strove thought so, too. Dan Bouligny didn’t think it so likely. But Strove has sent out telephone calls to all the nearby towns. He’s doing everything he can to get a line on the thief.” “When will they have the inquest?" “Tomorrow. Dan said for you not to worry about it.” Adela considered that for a long moment, while Hilary smoked nervously. Then she said: “Have many people called?” Hilary nodded. “The town’s crazy with ex citement. A fellow out on Muddy Creek, phoned in that there was a suspicious look ing man out there, and Strove deputized a bunch of fellows and sent them out. They haven’t come back yet. And Mrs. Whiting says she saw a tramp running to catch the 5:10 freight; Strove tele phoned to Naper to hold him, but when the train got in the bum was gone. If there was one. You know Pearl Whiting. She’ll have everybody in town under suspicion by this time tomorrow.” Adela nodded. “I hope you told Frank Whiting exactly what hap pened.” “Lord. yes. I’ve had Emme line tell everybody that you were ill from shock—had a trained nurse— couldn’t see anybody. Dr. Lyman came; brought a cake from his wife. I don’t know what in hell she thought we’d want of a cake.” “Hilary, don’t speak so. She’s your pastor’s wife, and she meant it well. Have you sent a telegram to the boys yet?” “No,” he said rather hesi tantly. “No. I haven’t. I’ll let Evelyn do it. She’s so—mat ter-of-fact about things. And I thought we could let the other telegrams go until morning.” “Yes. Yes, that is right. We don’t want the house full of relatives for the funeral—I suppose we’d better get it over quite soon.” “Yes. Yes, Adela. That’s what I thought.” “Have you had anything to eat? You’d better try to eat. And Hilary—where is Dave?” Hilary examined his cigaret carefully. “He’s in his room, Adela. Dan gave him something to make him sleep. Quiet his nerves. Dave, you know,” he continued, turning in an ex planatory way to me, “is a sort of invalid. Has been for years. Not well at all. Any thing like this —a shock of any kind—and his nerves go all to pieces.” j “Indeed.” It occurred to me that Hilary’s own nerves were ! none too good. He sat in silence for some | time after that, and finally left. Just as he reached the door Adela said a peculiar thing. “Don’t let Dave — ” she paused, touched me with her eyes and said—“don’t let Dave go to the cemetery tomor row.” She stopped again, and then added, “The sun is bad for him.” I couldn’t see Hilary’s face. He said: “Very well. I’ll be up again with Dan before you go to sleep.” The soft summer night came on slowly. Presently I lighted the shaded lamp on the table. Adela lay without speaking. She had in her hands a long string of tur quoise beads, and I remember how she twisted them, pulling them through her fingers, j playing with them absently. | They made a bright varying j patch of blue agr 'nst the i white sheet and her laces. Her ' eyes looked a little like the ! beads. Between 9 and 10 o’clock I Dr. Bouligny and Hilary came again to the room. This time, finding they still had not eaten, Adela asked me to go and tell Emmeline to bring up some coffee and sand wiches. I did so willingly enough. And it was owing to that that I inadvertently caught a glimpse of that sad and tragic complication which, unsus 1 pected by anyone, played such an important part in the dreadful entanglement of hu man motives and relation ships of which Bayard’s mur der and the shocking things that followed it were the pro longed climax. I say unsus pected by anyone: I must make an exception there. I’ve always thought that Evelyn knew of it almost from the beginning, and with her hard common sense recognized it as a factor to be taken into account; she allowed for it, I’m sure, with a sort of mathe i matical precision, and did not i try to brush it aside or pro pound a fanciful and imprac tical solution as a more im aginative or even a more sen sitive v/ o m a n might have done. Toward the end, even, she was frankly sympathetic, I although she always deplored ! ! it; perhaps she permitted her self sympathy because she knew so well that Janice possessed the unbending loy alty and pride that Evelyn herself possessed. It was only a glimpse I had that night, but it was a glimpse of something real and touching. All the lights were blazing through the wide rooms. I had found Emmeline, man aged to make my message heard, and left her slicing bread and measuring coffee, and I was returning to the stairway. I felt rather uneasy as I passed the open library door; there was a bare space j on the floor near the table, where the rug on which Bay ard had lain had been rolled up and taken away, probably I to be cleaned. I was thinking how strangely empty and lonely all those brightly light ed rooms were w'hen the screen door leading to the dark porch opened and two figures entered the light of I the hall. They did not see me; I was at some distance, and they were directly under a light._. ’" "(TO BE CONTINUED) Don’t VVe All? From Pathfinder. Artist: Whatever success I have, I owe it all to the telephone. Friend: How’s that? Artist: Well, while I was wait ing for them to pive me the right number, I practiced drawing on % pad. Law Preventing Sale Of Firearms Urged Memphis —(UP)— The need of a . federal law to prevent the sale of firearms was urged by Commis . sioner Cliff Davis as he viewed ! 1932 homicide figures that are ex , pected to regain for Memphis the title of murder capital of the i world. Memphs’ total number of hom . lcides for last year is 105, or 41.5 ' per 100,000 population. In 1931 Memphis l06t to Birmingham. J Ala., the title of murder capital of the world, but the record number of homicides in 1932 is expected to regain for Memphis the title. In 1031 there were 85 homicides here. Gambling was the motive be hind the largest number of deaths. Liquor ran a close second and im morality third. Girl Students Are Made Internes New Orleans — (UP) — Two girl med'eal students have been picked internes at Cliaiity hospital here, and after July 1, Dr. Vir ginia Webb, of Calvert, Ala., c: Dr. Margaret M. 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