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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (June 25, 1942)
Expert* in the xxffbre of cense* xhip m \o« \ iw If rily, n here for eign mml (i exemtued leove no stone on turned to mnii* snn* thnt no p,* nitI fit> enemy pit tMif in lfc*» moils. III incom ing foreign mml is eore fully exomincxl hy o stofl of ex pert worker*. In the picture ot the right on expert in the office of censorship uses o mirror to mum ine the inside of on envelope. A general view in the office of postal censorship in .Vnr York city. The employees in this office are on to all the tricks of the spies, and their bag of tricks is a pretty big one. Lt. Col. Harry O. Com pton. dis trict postal censor, and head of the office of postal censorship in Acir York, shown at his desk. .4 girl worker uses a magnifying glass to examine a letter u ritten in Dutch. She is st'arching for a possible code message. would take a smart spy to get his message past this assembly of expert spy busters in the scientific section. Suspect messages are given an especially careful going over to disco-er any hidden rode or invisible writing meant to convey a message to the enemy. Here a worker is developing invisible writing discovered in a letter—and you can be sure the letter did not po throuph. Hard at uork deciphering a code message found in a letter, Things like this give the experts lots of uork to do. fttmtprtt TMft ItoKV sit MR; Running mt Bom marriage to Ned Patten, rich hot a gay blade, Janice Trent become* teem tnty In »k Masha wilderne** ramp am tke protest et Brnce Maereutt, a lew* time Mend, Brace t« rhlet euglueet, tnereedtng Jne Rate, deposed fat negtP genre Milllcent Mate, ht« wire, It also attracted te Wrnce, Jantre teltt Ned Patten she t« married tn Matennrt, the tatter overhear* her and tn*l*t» on nn Immediate marriage, Tke newlywed* are In term pled at knme that night ky Mr*. Male who *«y* her husband ha» been ahel dead, she agelaltHgt *'lt yen had only waited Bruce," Brnce spend* tke night Investigating Ike murder When Jimmie Theater, MllllcenPa brother, mn* nR tn a plane Brnce bring* him kaek. In the meantime, Ned Patten Invite* the women te hi* yacht. Janice and he, and two native*, leave tn n launch te view a velcane closet suddenly It empts. Tke heat I* stranded on a lonclv beach. Tke twe natives mn ell with tke launch. Patten and Janice spend a tear fnl night. Their lire keeps the waive* away. Brnce cemcs to tke rescue Really. New continue with tke story. CHAPTER Will Harcourt’s voice shook. "Nothing up my sleeve, dear, but eats in the cockpit" "And smokes?" Her voice spoke betravingly. "Ned has suffered un told tortures sine* his last ciga rette. He has been wonderful, Bruce, but he is so exhausted 1 was frightened. Thank God. you’ve come. You’re so—so staunch, so brown, so—so heart-warming." • • • Bruce Harcourt tapped on the door of Janice’s room. No answer. He glanced at his wrist-watch. Ten o’clock. He tapped again. Dead to the world probably, tired child. Immediately upon landing on the flying field soon after dawn, she had gone to the H house, two of the men had rowed Paxton out to his yacht He hated to waken her, but the Commissioner wanted to push the investigation. Chester was up, bandaged, grim-lipped, ashen. They needed Jan to take stenographic notes. He lifted the latch, entered the room. She lay as in a rosy cloud, bare arms outspread as if he had flung herself face down in utter exhaustion. Her hair which waved to fte shoulders of her or chid pajama blouse still showed damp traces of a shampoo. Her hands were scratched and burned. On one a circlet of diamonds emit ted tiny sparks. His ring. With a sudden surge of love and longing he pressed his lips to her bare arm. He spoke softly twice before she stirred. She opened the one visible eye. gazed up at him unseeingly. as though her spirit were struggling back from a far country, sat up with a start. A delicate flush spread to the little damp curls at her temples. "Bruce! What are you doing here?" He felt his color mount to match hers. "I knocked and knocked. You didn’t answer—so—I walked in. The Commissioner wants you to take notes. Feel equal to it?” She was pulling on a satin coat colored like a Persian amethyst. "Equal to it! I? The silly season must be on when you ask me such a question. I’ll be with you in just ten minutes.” As he lingered at tha foot of the bed. she added crisply, “that is, unless I'm detained by callers." He laughed. “Pm going."' As he strode along the board walk he relived the few moments before the charred shack, when he had held Janice in his arms. Did her emotion at seeing him come from any deeper feeling than relief at being rescued? The question lay like an under tone in his mind as he conferred with the Commissioner and his. dep uty in the Samp living-room. Jimmy Chester appeared unconscious of the black-robed woman beside him who clutched at his hand with its dark seal-ring. The Commissioner sensed her appealing loveliness if Jimmy didn't, Bruce Harcourt told him self, as he noted the official’s fur tive glances in her direction. The eyes of Martha Samp were on the same business, as she sat stiff-joint ed as a marionette in the wing-back chair. Miss Mary, in » tow rocker, was darning a sock. She looked up as Janice entered in a navy blue frock with collar and cuffs of ex quisite fineness. "My dear) My dear! I lived cen turies last night. 1 didn’t know how you had grown into my heart—until —until—" she wiped her eyes. "Martha was right when she said where you were was home foe her and me." Janice left a kiss on her soft gray i hair before she took the chair with a broad arm which the deputy fussi ly placed for her. The Commissioner looked up from | his notes. "Bring in the Indian girl.” Miss Mary padded out of the room breathlessly, her usually serene face crinkled with anxiety. Tatima swayed in on the heels of the younger Samp sister. Her practical work-dress was a maze of brilliant color, her blue beads were her only ornament. Her great dark eyes smoldered, she tossed her su perb head as she met the Commis sioner’s grilling eyes. "Hear you've had a present late ly." "Who, me?" “Yes. you. Who gave you that The Indian bared yellow teelh In a woltWh amlle. silver jewelry you were swaggering rou^d in?" "Who tole you I—w’st you say, swagger?” "Answer my question. Who gave you the silver?" "Kadyama." "Is that true?" He turned to the lowering Indiaa. who stood awk wardly twisting a soft hat in his hand. "Yes. I geeve it She marry on me." "Cost a lot of money, didn’t it? Wherc’d you get the cash?” Kadyama shot die inquisitor a murderous glance before he mo tioned with his thumb. "Pasca pay money he owe." Harcourt stared incredulously at his house-boy. Pasca with money! "Is this true* Did you pay Kady ama money?" Pasca looked furtively at Chester. Did he answer with a slight nod or was it a figment of his own hectic imagination, Harcourt wondered. "Yes sirree. T pay Kadyama much money. Leetle game we had. I lost He want long time I pay." "Where’d you get it?" "He geeve it me." All eyes fol lowed his nod toward the couch. "Mm. You say that Mr. Ches ter gave it to you. Know where he got it?" "How I know where he get it? He mak much money p'raps. All engi neers mak much money." "Why did he give it to you?" "Meester Chester, he say to me, T geeve you two hun’ed dollar—you help me.* He nice fella. I say ‘Sure.’ " "How did he want you to help him?” "He say he must mak quick get away in plane the fella you sen’ for finger-print man go in. T help your man, honest lak, then Meester Ches ter pull heem out hard. I help Meester Chester get off, den lock up your man. Meester Chester pay me' two hun’ed dollar. I pay Kadyama. Yes sirree." "Is this true, Chester?" "Yes." "Where’d you get that money? Hale's roll?” A contemptuous smile touched the corners of Jimmy Chester's blanched lips. "No. I'Ve never needed to steal from my brother-in law." "Then where—”’ "Just a minute. Commissioner. I wish next you'd ask Kadyama why he wasn't at the squaw-dance the night Joe Hale was shwt. Why he was hanging round the back door of the Hale cabin." Grant’s voice caught in a gulp, his green eyes blazed with excitement. Kadyama started to bolt Grant caught him. “Come across. Kadyama.” The Commissioner sat forward in his seat. "Yes. Kadyama—come across. A speck of foam bubbled at the comers of the Indian's lips, his eyes burned deep ruby Tights. "Aw right. I teB. I went to Hale cabin—good chance—one, two dance goin\ everybody there, he alone, to tell heem Tatima my squaw.” "Did you teU him?” "Never had no chance. I go in back door. Look roun' screen. Mecs ter Hale sit in wheel-chair countin' roll of money. I tink, now's my time. 1 step out—not quick enough —front door open, slow—slow—” "Go on! Who came in that door?** Kadyama pointed to the couch. "Chester! 1 thought so. What did Hale do when he cam* in?" Kadyama sniffed contempt. "You tink you pretty smart fella, catch me, huh? Not Meester Chester come in. She, Mees Hale." He pointed to the woman who sat, fair head bent, clutching her brother's hand. Millicent! She had said that she had found Hale dead! Harcourt crushed back dismay, to listen. "Mrs. Hale. Are you sure?” "Let me speak." “Sit down, Chester, your turn will come. Go on, Kadyama, what hap pened next?" "Meester Hale, he begin to talk I loud an’ hard. Vera fast Mees Hale say nothin’. She open table I drawer, tak out somethin’. She ! laugh, she say: •* ‘See this revolver, Joe? I bor rowed it Bully in you skulk when Jimmy t'reaten you. I try it If you say one word more, I fire.' He curse, jump for her. he catch re voiver way from her hail', it (ire, he fall. I go." The occupants of the room sot as still as though under the spell of a necromancer. Millicent Hale rose, caught the mantel shelf to steady herself. "Kadyama is telling the truth. 1 had seen my husband cringe be fore my brother’s threat. I thought, ‘Perhaps I’ve been too easy, per haps Joe will have more respect for me if I defy him.’ I had been frightfully unhappy. It seemed as though I couldn’t go on another day. I was crazed with despair." Her voice, which had been broken, stead ied. She straightened, cast off con fusion, fear, like a princess discard ing a tattered cloak. “Believe me or not, I had not the slightest inten tion of shooting my husband. I didn’t even know the revolver was loaded. I had never had one in my hand before I took Mr. Har court’s down from the wall and hid it in our cabin. Before f could make my grandstand play of aiming it, Joe had caught it. It went off. He fell. Terrified, I tried to lift him. Horrified. I realized what had hap pened. I would be accused of shoot ing him. I, who never in my life had hurt anything. What should I do? A roll of money lay at his feet I tucked it into the bosom of my gown. Crazed, I picked up the revolver, stole down to the shore, flung it into the water. I raced and stumbled to the H house to tell Bruce Harcourt what had happened. He would advise me what to do. When he opened the door—I remem bered that ■»- that — he was mar ried—I called out something, then the room went black.” She dropped to the couch. Her brother put his bandaged arm about her. The Commissioner's eyes were points of steel as he regarded them. “If that’s true—” he held up his hand as Millicent Hale opened her j lips. "I believe you. Only a fool ; would doubt your story—why in the devil did you make your get-away, Chester?" "It was a dumb move. When Har court told me that his revolver had been stolen, the remembrance of my sister's laugh after I had threat ened her husband flashed through my mind. I remembered the ques tions she had asked, the interest she had shown in the holster on the H house wall the afternoon we were decorating for the party. I was j certain that ahe had shot him. I felt responsible. I had put the fool idea into her head. I didn’t realize it was an accident. I thought if 1 got away you would think F did it. ! It would give us time to figure out the hest thing to be done." The Commissioner glared at Kady ama. “Why haven’t you told, of what you saw?" The Indian bared yellow teeth in a. wolfish amile. "Why I tell? Much obliged to Mees Hale. She save me much trouble—p'raps prison. 1 help her. W'en you say I! shoot heem den plenty time to telL**' "il didn't occur to you that com ing across with the truth was the best thing to be done, K suppose. Chester?” “Sakes alive. Mr. Commissioner, it accurred to me.” Martha Samp’s agate eyes sparkled. “You—you—suspected the truth all this time?” The Commissioner's diction suggested a skipping motor engine. “I did. 1 told you 1 heard her and her husband quarreling. I didn’t try to hear what they said. I slipped away as 1 told you, thinkin' that while ice-cream might be coolin’ to the tongue, ’twouldn't do much to tempers. That night when I went to the H house an’ found her skirts all wet and draggled, I suspected; when I found this tucked in her bodice—1 knew.’* She drew a roll of bills from her pocket, tossed it to the table. Color darkened the Commissioner’s face. His fingers twitched with anger. “You’ve let us sweat blood over this when all the time you knew! Why didn’t you tell, woman?” Martha Samp rose in impressive dignity. “You came here like a lord. Just thought I’d see how a real live official handled a case. I’ve got my knowledge from the papers, an’ I'll say right now, reports are much more interesting than the real thing as conducted by you.” (TO BE CONTINUED) mmmrn mu -mum i ra-. t* m . i ■ i ■ i ti—m—1 Colton I’lays u Strllnr llolp V llnotigliniil Ilir 1'UKluon Diainu II* nil Mil' NH.IIllI Ml 7 HAT'S the smartest fabric for summer? Cotton! Ginghams, calicoes, denims and other equally humble cottons have soared to such heights of importance you can count on finding them 'way ahead of more pretentious fabrics in popularity. Then, too, there is a feeling spreading among women that cot tons are American and that it's a fine patriotic gesture to wear sim ple, pretty clothes that radiate cot ton freshness. And so it is! In the gallant "spirit of ’42” we are re turning to the sweet simplicity of fashions made of cottons ranging from the most lowly, practical work aday types to appealing, lovely sheers that are correct even for for mal wear. To add to the zest of things, the current trend to cottons brings into use materials that were once never thought of in connection with cos tume design, such as, tor instance, upholstery prints, pillow ticking, awning stripes, quilted calicoes, quilt patchwork prints. The truth is, anything on the "what-have-you" list of cotton materials qualifies as high fashion these days if given art ful and ingenious styling. Just now a novel cotton that comes under the glare of fashion’s spotlight is quilt patchwork print It is used for the cunning dress to the right in the above picture. You will see these amusing prints that make gay color contrast their theme in all the best store windows and on all the best beaches and in all the finest gardens. That calls to mind the latest entertaining "stunt,” backyard barbecue parties for stay at-homes with whom long motoring trips are taboo due to gas restric tions, Alert to the new movement. designers arc creating cunning fash ions of gay cottons. In the country casual pictured the patchwork de sign of the printed calico adds in terest to the simple lines of the dress. The square neck and set in waistband are smart style de tails. A triangle of light color at the neck achieves a yoke effect, with another in the skirt to look like an apron. Darling daughters, as the illus tration to the left in the above pic tures shows, are going to the shore and out to swim as well, in striped glazed chintz. This cotton drapery fabric has made the hit of the sea son, appearing everywhere, in eve ning gowns, daytime dresses and play clothes. The pinafore shown covers a striped "bra” and plain green chintz shorts. The dam-digger overall and wrap around skirt of the play suit cen tered in the group is equally at home working in the garden or on the beach. The material for this outfit is long-wearing and easy-to-wash denim in the popular faded blue. Its demure blouse, with pleated frills on the collar and cufTs, utilizes yellow calico in a quaint print. Without the blouse the overall is a grand costume in which to absorb the vitamin-giving rays of the sun. Watch summer suits made of cot tons! They're the rage this season. The long-jacket types lead, and they are of gingham, seersucker, gabar dine, chambray. denim and shan tung (black shantung is very smart). They are the smartest ever for about-town wear. Dressier suits are made of gay cotton prints. Released by Western Newspaper Union. War Bride This charmingly feminine coiffure, •specially designed for the war bride, is presented by the Chicago and Illinois Hairdressers’ associa tion. The bride's hair is arranged in a rolled-back pompadour in dented with a deep shadow wave, which provides a perfect comple ment to the coronet bridal veil. Clus ters of loose finger curls are ar ranged at the neckline. Clever Designers Use Glass. Seeds and Nuts Now that so many materials have been restricted, it is interesting to note what clever media are taking their piace. Just to mention a few, there’s I silver, vegetable ivory, glass, nuts, seeds shells, wood, string, hemp rayon and reprocessed wool. Enc less other items to follow are bein transformed Into smart jewelry an wearing apparel with consummate art under the magic touch of skillfu. designers. Suit Fabrics Can Be Sheer or Sturdy The suit mode has carried over from spring to summer. The dif» fere ace in suits now and then is chief ly in the materials, which feature ginghams, washable gabardines in pastels, navy or black. A leading favorite is the suit made of black shantung. You can wear the new shantungs all summer long and look well dressed. An interesting item about summer suits is that so many have short sleeves. Most of the longer ones are of the open •"bell’’ type, and they do not reach to the wrist. Thin black mesh suits are a fore most fashion. These illustrate the renewed enthusiasm for the dress ier uses of fragile black. This trend is carried on in lace-trimmed aft ernoon dresses with their exquisite detail. Newest of the Broivns Is the Smurf ‘Ginger* Making conversation everywhere in fashion circles are the new sum mer browns. Merchants are show ing everything from hats and shoes to dresses and wraps in the new browns. These are called by various names, including toast, cinnamon, cocoa, luggage, and the newest of all is ginger brown. A shantung suit in ginger brown is a "last word" in fashion. Also, many of the best looking prints are in brown and white. Quilted Hats Ask your milliner to show you ne newest in quilted hats. No doubt ou will be shown hats of yellow hambray quilted in the latest smart anner, for yellow is a much em hasized color in millinery fashions this season. Flowered chintz quilt j ed is also very smart