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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (March 4, 1943)
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Each laundry has to get some 15,000 soldiers’ clothes clean every week. The United States army is the cleanest in the world. * SNAPPY FACTS # ABOUT RUBBER Rubber ball sports, baseball, football, tennis, etc., really had their beginning back In the 16th century. Someone has reported that in 1 S20 Emperor Monteiuma entertained Cortes and his sol diers in Mexico City with a game played with rubber balls. Overloading and over-inflation are two rubber wasting practices most common with motor truck operators. Plantation rubber had Its begin ning in 1876 when Henry Wick ham had planted In the Kew Bo tanic Gardens In London some of the 7,000 Hevea brasiliensis seeds he had smuggled out of the tangles of Brasil. A few years later trees were transplanted to the Far East. A car traveling on packed snow at 20 mph when braked will travel 79 feet before coming to a stop if if is not equipped with anti-skia chains on the rear wheels. Attachment of chains will stop the car traveling under the same conditions in 40 feet. RFGoodrich | j ‘ _ R PIR/UES HEAD? Os,SABEL THE STORY SO FAR: Judy Jason, i who Is telling the story, receives an anonymous letter enclosing $800 and ask ing her to bid for an abandoned church to be auctioned the next day. She gets the church, only to find, In an old chest, the body of a man identified as Roddy Lane. The body disappears a few hours later. A fish shed burns, apparently kill ing an old man named Brown, who is supposed to have lived there. The anonymous letter disappears. A golf club found near the chest Is identified as Hugh Norcross. The guests are once more as sembled at the church and Hugh has just said, “Dear, I wish you'd go back to the inn." Now continue with Judy’s story. CHAPTER XI I felt a little squeeze on my arm, but whichever one of us he meant, Bessie did the answering. “Not with out you, Hughie. You’ll find I’ll stand by, no matter how they lie about you. No matter what they plant on you. Tell 'em to find your blue scarf, why don’t you?” “That,” shrilled Lily obliquely, "would be a darned good idea!” "Hush,” Hugh interrupted. “Blew out to sea, probably. We’re going to tell Quade about the auction. He's got a bee in his bonnet it may have something to do with all these out rages.” “If you’ll all go sit down some where—anywhere,” Victor suggest ed. “And you’re going to see the significance of this when we’re through. See if you don’t. I wasn’t here, so why don’t I play auctioneer and ask the questions? Nobody has to answer anything he doesn’t choose.” Bessie Norcross stood up. My eyes had become accustomed to the dim interior, which, after the basement, seemed fairly light. “Just one min ute,” Bessie said. "Did you find your bag, Judy? I want my door key; not the one you gave me last night, which sticks halfway. I’m planning on a nap after lunch and I intend to lock myself in.” I’d been sure the key I’d swiped from the artist’s door really could lock Bessie’s. Now, somewhat flus tered, I said: "I’ll get your key. Miss Norcross. Don’t worry.” Albion Potter leaned forward from a pew behind where we were sitting in the church and exclaimed in my ear: “That reminds me! I haven’t a key to my room, Miss Judy. If— if you could trouble your uncle to find me one. I’d appreciate it, un der the circumstances.” “I’ll see to it." Anyway, I could supply his. But where the dickens was my bag? We all settled down on the edge of our pews. “I’ve got some work to do on my sermon,” the minister said. “Will this take long, Mr. Quade?” “You needn’t stay at all,” Victor said. 'Til begin with you, then, sir. You did bid at the auction?” “Certainly, I bid. Didn’t every body?” The Rev. Jonas De Witt had a powerful physique to match his voice. Now he stood up, a portly, middle-aged enigma, and held up his hands. I hoped he wasn’t going to offer up a prayer. "My friends, now that we are gathered together in this house of God,” he began ministerially . . . “House of the devil would be more like it!” muttered the invalid, wheel ing up closer. De Witt paid no attention to him. “Let us help Mr. Quade all we can. I bid twice, I think.” He threw back his head with a pulpit gesture, fold ing his hands behind him, and start ed to pace in front of the pews. “And why did you want to own this tumble-down old—” “Not tumble-down, my friend. This church will stand another hun dred years. The Quakers built for service. Why? Because I was ex change pastor here one happy sum mer—the happiest time of my life years ago. Before my trouble over the funds I was accused of taking, but did not take. Later, after I'd been disgraced and put out of my church, I was exonerated and re instated. All in the records in New York City. Nothing whatever to do with this.” He sighed heavily, one huge paw grasping a dusty pew post. “One would be pretty certain to speak the truth in the house of God. Nothing can be concealed from the Almighty, who sees all, hears all, knows all.” "That’s the three monkeys,” tit tered Lily Kendall. Lily didn’t mean to be irreverent. I’m sure. She was just impatient and nervous. When you know something impor tant to tell in the midst of murder and have to listen to a lot of ex traneous stuff you nearly burst. I know, because I was bursting my self to find out who'd sent me the money and made a monkey out of me. “I bid in for purely sentimental reasons—a memory connected with my young wfTe, now gone.” his voice faltered and he sat down—"for ever.” There it was again—purely senti mental reasons! Would Victor grab that clue and go for them? He would not. Instead he made them admit what we already knew, that they’d ill wanted that church and had bid for it at the auction. But they were •agey. If any of them had come to the Head purposely to be present at the auction—the way Roddy an nounced he had that fatal night— they were mighty quiet about it now. Hugh Norcross tried to buy the •hurch for Bessie "My sister needs something to occupy her mind,” he said. ‘‘We found that the Head was still a pleasant place to come to,” he went on hesitantly, one eye on his keeper. "Her nervous ness was so much better, for one thing. The auction was fun, and here ivas a ready-made chance to get the makings of a gifte shoppe cheap." ‘‘I remember you said the old dump would make a good bonfire,” Thaddeus Quincy chirped. ‘‘Didn’t burn up the wrong building by mis take, did you, Norcross? Judy and I saw you scouting around last night, remember.” “Stop it, Quincy!” Victor said sharply. Hugh had risen. “Sit down, Norcross. Perfectly under standable. You wanted to allay any fears that you were anxious to get—" “What the devil are you insinuat ing?" “Nothing. Just that you thought you’d get it cheaper—the gifte shoppe for your sister—if the others didn’t see you were anxious.” “That’s right, Hughie. Just what you told/ me, remember?” Bessie backed Victor. “I kind of hoped I could get it for a studio,” the artist spoke up. “But I couldn’t go above the Gerrys. Hun dred and fifty, didn’t they bid, Ju dy?” I said I thought so. “And you. Miss Kendall?” “Me? Oh, uh, I didn’t really want the old thing. Bid for the fun of it. Thought it would go cheap and 1 i "I’m afraid to go down there again by myself.” could watch the sunsets and play 1 was on a ship without gettin’ sea sick. I hate boats. But I didn't really consider buying it. Of course, if it went for a bargain—never could resist a bargain. Thought maybe my little niece, Gloria Lovelace, might like—” “Gloria Lovelace,” the movie star!” scoffed Bessie. “What would she do with a church?" “Mighty sweet reformers,” Lily said, proudly. "New publicity an gle. Remember me tellin’ you 1 have a lovely picture of her 1 want ed you to see? Remind me to show it when we get back. Gloria’s my favorite niece, and a sweeter, love lier little darl—” “I’m sure she is,” Victor inter rupted. “You must show us that picture by and by. But right now I want to ask you to listen carefully, please. Mr. De Witt had seritimen tal reasons. Potter wanted a studio. Miss Kendall, a sea place to watch sunsets. The Gerrys’, a bungalow. The Norcrosses, a gifte shoppe And you, Mr. Quincy?” "Oh, I was there—in the door way. Called in a bid, but stopped when I saw Judy Jason was deter mined to get the church. Didn't want to bid down Judy." “That was kind of you, Quincy. Was it because you knew she'd buy it, anyway, for you?” “For me?" Mr. Q. appeared to be nonplused “See here, Quade, why should a cripple like me want an ark like this? 1 can see the sunsets from the inn or the rocks.” “Explain yourself, Quade,” cried several voices. A man was entering the church We all looked around to see Uncle Wylie, who slunk into one of the rear pews. “Just covered it up with some good tarpaulin,” he said. "Havin’ a prayer meetin' or another auction?” We all shuddered, recalling the poor, charred body under its rough cover. My aunt wanted me, I was informed, but I didn’t budge. "This isn't an auction or meeting, either,” the minister said. “Mr. Quade seems to think our bidding had something to do with the mys terious bridge bombings and—and the dead man down there. I believe, at last, the papers can describe ev erything that’s happened to the dis eased brain of a maniac—and it’ll be the truth.” Victor shook his head. "No mani ac wrote the letter to Judy, I be- I lieve the person w'ho wrote her that strange request is back of all this. Tell them, Judy, as you recall the contents, about the mysterious let ter asking you to buy the Quaker church.” I did. I’m sure I knew it practical ly word for word. They made me repeat it all over again. They ap peared entirely surprised. “And sent you the money!” Lily piped. "How much, dearie?” But before I could say anything Victor retorted: "Enough, so that she bought the church, as you all know. Had some over. Quite sum.” "If we could see that letter—” Hugh began. Did he know it had been destroyed, that he dared ask for it? "Yes, the letter, though I don’t see what that’s got to do with killin' Roddy Lane. You keep the rest of that kale, honey,” Lily ordered, catching her long string of tiny mixed beads on Albion Potter’s coat button as she leaned across him and breaking it, as usual, in the undoing. “She’s going to.’’ Victor cut in quickly. “Put it away with the let ter, didn’t you, Judy? The police will want to examine both of them.’’ Victor was pretending the mys tery letter was still safely concealed in my bureau drawer. He didn’t want them to know I'd discovered it was gone. But the person who’d taken it would know. I had to say something. “Near together,’’ I said. “I—I put the money in my stocking at first, but after what's happened I wish— oh, I wish I could give it back. If one of you wanted me to do you the favor of buying the church, for good ness’ sake say so. Come out and admit it, so we won’t connect it up with all these horrors.” Nobody stirred. After a moment, Uncle Wylie asked in a strangled voice, “Judy, does Nella know about this?” “No,” I answered. “But she’s dy ing to find out. She couldn’t under stand how I had $300 to plank down at an auction when she had to ad vance me my fare to the Head, and I don’t blame her. I wanted to tell her, only the letter impressed si lence upon me." “So you put the money—with the letter?” “Well, it’s in the other—” I stopped. He couldn’t want me to tell them exactly where it was, of course. Just to hint to the thief who’d swiped the letter that he’d overlooked the money, and that I’d overlooked his taking the letter. "Wherever you mean,” Victor added pointedly, “I hope it’s in a safe place. If the police can identi fy those bills it will help.” Lily whispered: "Tell him, Judy, and the police won’t never see ’em. I think he sent the letter himself. So there!” Uncle Wylie hurried out of the door, without a word to anybody. The rest of us were all talking at once. They asked me so many ques tions I was afraid I’d mix up Vic tor’s plans and I did so desperate ly want to help him. He saw the position I was in and drew me aside as the group broke up and started outdoors again. “Any place 1 could watch your bedroom door, Judy?” “There’s the storeroom.” "Fat chance, anyway. Don’t think he’ll fall for the trap. Those bills weren't from all over the United States by chance and without se quence.” "Another thing. Lily Kendall did bid a lot. She was in almost at the finish. She's got it in for—” But I didn't have a chance to tell him what she’d hinted about the Pirate’s Mouth just then, for the minister boomed, linking his arm with Vic tor's and dragging him out of the church: "Well, back I go to the inn. Got to get that sermon done some time. And after the police come—” I pounced on Victor as he disen gaged himself. "Please, Mr Quade. I’ve got to find my bag That con founded key is in it.” "Well, I’ll be trotting along after the others," De Witt said. “Where did you leave it?’’ Victor sounded impatient. "I think it’s im portant, just now, to see who makes a dive for your room. I'd hoped— that storeroom—” "But it's in the basement. Only take a minute. I'm—I'm afraid to go down there again by myself." “Oh, all right Only let's hurry You're sure you left it there?” I was sure. But I was extremely doubtful if it was there now. 1 told Victor how I’d left it near the chest when I tried to fiddle open the lock. He told me to stay on the stair and let him hunt around Certainly the bag wasn't in sight He opened the chest, looked behind it, and then into a rickety closet, where a few old hymn books were piled on some shelves. Nothing doing. I knew he was impatient about the old key, and so was I. “Never mind. It'll turn up.” "How does it happen the $500 wasn’t in it if you left it r.ght after the auction?” he asked. “Because 1 took it out after the j sale. Right down here, too. Put it in my—my hose. I never make a practice,” I said with some hauteur, “of carrying large sums in my hand bag. A sneak thief—good heavens' What was that?” (TO IU CONTIM El)i Eggs by the Pound Instead of by Dozen Trend Favors Both Buyer and Seller A trend toward selling eggs by the pound instead of by the dozen is becoming evident in some sec tions of the country, and this is prof itable both to the producer and the consumer, in the opinion of Myrtle Murray, home industries specialist of the Texas A. and M. college ex tension service. Under present marketing practices, the consumer pays as much per dozen for extremely small eggs as for standard eggs which weigh two ounces each, or a pound and a half per doz en. Likewise, Miss Murray ex plains, the producer who mar kets standard size eggs or larg er receives no price advantages for a better product. Until the public and the trade ac cept the change from the dozen to pound basis, producers will have to obtain their premiums by offering high quality clean, infertile eggs correctly prepared for marketing. An Indiana farmer hitches up his team of mules. There's plenty of use for a team these days. This means that eggs should be gathered at least twice a day and kept in a clean wire basket un til they are cool and ready for pack ing. They should then be graded as to size, putting the uniformly small eggs, the medium (24 ounces to the dozen) and large ones ih separate containers. They should also be candled, and sort out the defective eggs. Eggs should always be packed with the pointed end down. If pack ing materials have been used pre viously, care should be taken to see that they are clean. Avoid wrap ping eggs in newspapers. Miss Murray recommends that eggs be marketed at least twice a week so that consumers can be assured of fresh produce. Agriculture in Industry By FLORENCE C. WEED Rabbits California is the leader in rabbit production although no complete fig ures for the nation are available. It i is known that in the Los Angeles , trade area, 1,600.000 pounds of rab : bit meat have been sold in one year. The U. S. Rabbit Experiment sta tion is located at Fontana, Calif., where studies are being made in breeding, fur and wool production and marketing. Rabbit raising has thrived in the West because the mild climate permits open air hutches. Most of the Income is made by selling rabbits for meat. This compares favorably with other meats in protein. It has less fat and costs less per pound than expensive cuts of beef and lamb. This country has imported an average of nearly 91,000,000 pounds of dressed rabbit pelts and it would seem that there might be a bright outlook for selling furs and pelts. Efficiency studies show, however, that meat is the more dependable outlet. Because of the cost of stock, it requires more money to raise rabbits than poultry. California raises more Angora rabbits than any other state. Much rabbit wool is imported and some California people have ob tained a better price per pound for wool when it was spun into yarn at home and then sold to department stores. Minerals for Hogs Feed proper minerals to hogs at all times. Market hogs make cheap er gains, brood sows raise more thrifty pigs, and healthier hogs are produced when minerals are used. By using a protein supplement, such as a mixture of equal parts of cot tonseed, peanut, or soybean oil meal with tankage, or shrimp meal, farm ers can grow out their pigs and fat ten their hogs with about half as much corn or sweet potatoes as when these feeds are used alone. '- sSBWING C/RCL.E- -' 8333 M yn. i Your Favorite /^AN’T you just picture how pretty that little darling will look in this baby set? The romper and dress are the favored type with mamas of the younger set— adorable but not fussy looking and so easy to launder. 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