Secrets
By FAYE MrGOVERN
McClure Syndicate—WNU Feature*.
“PLEASE” Chu Teh begged her
* old neighbor, "do not take the
children away.”
He looked at her imploring face in
consternation. "But they might re
veal to the enemy where their elder
brother, San, is hidden. We had no
time to burn his wrecked plane.
Hardly was there time to secrete
him here. Only after dark will it
be safe to move him.”
“No. No. They will not speak.
And I have heard the enemy will not
harm us so long as we remain peace
able.”
Her neighbor sighed deeply. “Very
well. I will go lest my presence
snake them suspicious.”
Chu Teh turned quickly back to
her baking. With her husband dead
her children were her whole world.
She could not bear to have them
away from her—especially with the
foe so near. She went to the rear
door of her small cotiage and called,
"Chan! Lotus!”
A boy of eleven, and a small girl
appeared from behind a ramshackle
stable. Both were incredibly dirty.
The boy carried a length of hollow
bamboo, and Chu Teh knew he had
been playing his favorite guerrilla
warfare game again with small Lo
tus. But there was no time for rep
rimands.
1 "Guests are coming,” she said
with feigned brightness, "and we
are going to play ‘secrets.’ Remem
ber—evasions, yes, but no lies. And
the one who fails gets not one sweet
cake. Now do all of you understand,
my little ones?”
Covetously the children eyed the
delicacies cooling on the table. Sel
dom were they allowed even a taste,
for their mother sold them for a
living. At the sound of approaching
ateps Chu Teh said quickly, “The
question is, ‘Where Is San?' ”
Young Chan's eyes sought hers so
swiftly she realized he appreciated
the significance of the question, and
fait a pang of fear. In his intense
desire to prove how clever he could
be in outwitting the enemy he might
easily blunder into revealing San’s
hiding place. She looked at him
pointedly. "Even when we are
asked, ‘Where is San?’ we will not
tell, will we?"
“Noooo,” said small Lotus. Young
Chan reached toward the table, then
turned abruptly toward the rear of
the house.
Chu Teh stiffened as five Japanese
soldiers entered without knocking,
their glances darting everywhere.
"Where is the one called San?”
demanded the leader, with typical
Jap curtness.
But there was only a deathly si
lence.
"You—his mother,” he shot at Chu
Teh. “Where have you hidden him?”
k "My son is with his ancestors," ;
•he said with gentle dignity, and put
refreshments before them,
i "Then where is the body?” the
spokesman sneered. “You there,
■mall girl. Tell us lest I cut oiT
your ears.”
He took hold of Lotus roughly.
The child's frightened eyes sought
hers, and quickly Chu Tch held up
the largest cake. “Yes, small Lo
tus.” she said brightly. “Where is
San?” The little girl vaguely flung
out a small hand. “They took
him away.”
{ Suddenly Chu Teh realized Chan
was not there. If he had run to the
ancient graveyard over the hill to
warn San he would surely be seen,
be thought.
"Enough! We will search the
place!” Pitchfork tines prodded
deep into the rice-straw rick. See
ing soon that the tiny house afforded
no hiding place the soldiers headed
for the rickety stable.
behind the barn, thatch missing
ft 1 its roof, a shallow pit told his
mother that Chan had practiced
breathing through the hollow bam- |
boo while buried beneath straw and
dirt.
The soldiers held a hasty consul- 1
tation. Then Chu Teh was told they
' were satisfied and would leave. With
horror she saw that ‘hey took the
path toward the ancient cemetery.
First they would make certain that
■he had told the truth. Why had
■he mentioned that San was with
his ancestors! With only caved-in
graves to hide in they would un
doubtedly discover him, she thought
in horror.
I She waited for an g£onlzingly long
time, then crept after (hem, and al
most fainted at the sight of ■ freshly
covered grave. They had found him
and—Chu Teh moved nearer. But
wasn't It odd for the enemy to make
food offerings? There was one of
her own sweets.
"So this Is where you lead us!"
It was the sneering voice of the sol
dier behind her, and she realized
they had deliberately left her alone
la order to follow her.
i She burst Into tears and rocked
back sui forth. "Aye, and here my
•on Is buried. You can see I did not
lie.”
The man looked at her huddled
figure, then apat contemptuously,
rasped an order, and the unwel
come visitors stamped off toward
the town.
► Chu Teh sat motionless for a while.
Ihen v«Ty carefully she leaned over
and whispered, "Sen, my son, are
yes aU right?"
f “Yes, Mother, thanks to my clever
Httle brother," answered a muffled
voice from a barely perceptible pro
truding stick of hollow bamboo.
Run Wolf Run
By WILLIAM MURDOCH
McClure Syndicate—WNU Feature*.
“V^OU know Lige—my boy friend
* Lige Waters?" asked Mabel
WTieeler incredulously. Her round
blue eyes were large and unblinking
as she placed an order of stew on
the counter before Private Mack
Jellaby, in town on leave from camp
nearby.
"Aw, sure I know Lige,” Jellaby
replied with bland untruthfulness.
Tell ’em anything, that was his mot
to. "You say he was stationed on
the coast for a while? Sure, I was
there with him.” Jellaby twisted
his lean, dark face into a thoughtful
frown. "Let’s see, your name is—
um—" he looked at the waitress.
"Mabel Wheeler,” she said.
“Sure, Mabel." Jellaby replied.
“Why, I’ve heard him speak of you
dozens of times. In fact," he said,
lowering his voice and leaning across
the counter toward the plump, come
ly girl whose eager smile was made
vivid by her red lips and white
teeth, "he gave me a message for
you when he heard I’d be stationed
near his old home town.”
"He did? Li<»e gave you a mes
sage for me?” Mabel exclaimed de
lightedly. "Tell me!”
Private Mack Jellaby glanced
around the lunchroom, then returned
his cautious scrutiny to Mabel's ex
pectant smile. "Not here," he said.
"It’s—well, it's personal. Can I meet
you somewhere tonight? Alone? I
know Lige wouldn't want anyone to
overhear what I have to tell you."
Mabel hesitated. Her pap had told
her to be careful of these soldiers.
So had Lige. And if Pap or anyone
Then he froze in his tracks.
Jumpin’ Jeeps!
else saw her with this young fellow,
smart-aleck that he was—
“No, I couldn’t do that,’’ she said.
"If my pap ever learned—”
“Ahh!’’ said Jeilaby in haughty
deprecation. “He doesn’t need to
know.” He closed one eye then, and
sighed. "Lige sure gave me an
earful to tell you. He wouldn’t trust
it to paper, else he’d have written."
That did It. Mabel’s blue eyes
swam. “All right, soldier,” she said
quickly. ‘TU—I’ll meet you in the
village park at the edge of town at
nine o’clock tonight. I’U be waiting
on the bench at the end of the mid
dle path.”
Jeilaby concealed his triumphant
smile behind a paper napkin. “I’U
be there,’’ he promised.
Finally the clock in the tower of
the little village hall said 8:45. Jei
laby started toward the designated
place. He was breathless in antici
pation.
The park loomed as a vague blur
in the dim light cast by a lonely
street lamp. Jellaby’s feet made no
noise as he turned from the side
walk and entered the soft shadows.
The path wound through groves of
trees and clumps of shrubbery, and
as Jeilaby neared the rendezvous
his pulse beat fast at the thought of
Mabel awaiting him. He rounded a
bend and saw her, a dim figure in
white.
Then he froze in his tracks.
Jumpin’ Jeepsl Directly behind Ma
bel he saw another figure, tall and
rangy, a slouch hat pulled down low
on its forehead. A rifle was cradled
In the long arms. For several sec
onds Private Mack Jellaby was root
ed to the spot. Armed himself, he
would have enjoyed combat. Liar,
trifler—he admitted to himself. But
he was no coward. But he was no
fool, either. His glib tongue couldn’t
get him out of this jam. And all he
had to fortify his speech were his
two fists, while that other guy—it
must be Mabel's old man—had a
rifle.
He had been tricked! The girl
had purposely led him on. She had
told her father about him, and this
was a trap. They thought they’d
make an example of him to discour
age other soldiers. But there was
still time to run. Jellaby turned and
crashed through thickets and
shrubs, expecting any minute a bul
let In his back.
He didn't stop racing until he
reached the sentry. Then he stood
and panted his relief. For the first
time in his life he was glad to see
one of those guys.
Mabel Wheeler was peeved, too—
because the soldier had failed to
keep his appointment. She really
did want to hear what Lige had told
him. So badly did she want to hear
It, In fact, that she had waited half
the night, and her only company was
that statue of the Civil War Con
federate volunteer which stood be
hind the bench.
THE colonel’s temporary head
quarters were In his hotel bed
room. At noon, ten young men stood
before the plain board table that had
been brought up from the dining
room to serve as a desk.
One of the young officers wore a
i captain’s bars; eight, those of first
lieutenants and one, who stood at the
extreme left, the single bronze bars
of a second lieutenant. His name on
the roster was John Sherman, but
his fellows dubbed him "Agricultur
al” when they learned that he had
been a farmer prior to enlistment.
The colonel spoke.
"We have been assigned to this
sector." He moved his pencil across
the map which lay before him. “Note
the boundaries carefully.” The offi
cers crowded around, leaving John
Sherman to peer over their shoul
ders.
"As you see,” continued the colo
nel, "our area is roughly square,
about fifteen miles on a side. Be
ginning tomorrow I want to move
fifteen batteries into position. The
terrain is hilly. There is a good
deal of plowed land, and there are
a number of wooded spots.” He
pushed the chart to one side.
"I want a map showing the hills,
the groves of trees and all l ie dirt
roads. And I want it fast." Lieuten
! ant Sherman tried to get closer,
but the broad back of Captain Jorg
blocked the way, and the captain’s
elbow dug the lieutenant in the ribs.
"Now, gentlemen, I shall not judge
your success by anything but results.
If you can find a print showing the
region I have indicated, complete in
detail, bring that in, or a fair copy.
But Captain Jorg believes, and I
agree with him, that the quickest
way to get the data is to estimate
the tract ourselves. Any questions?”
No one answered.
"Very well, gentlemen, carry on.
Five cars with drivers have been
allotted to you fdr the afternoon.
Divide as you think best. Report to
me here immediately after evening
mess." Colonel Shore smiled. "To
add a sporting feature, I will grant
a three day leave to the man or
group bringing in the most useful
instrument." The young men saluted
and nine of them hurried from the
room.
Second Lieutenant John Sherman
remained, his face flushed with em
barrassment. "Sir, may I see the
map?”
"Certainly."
It was an ordinary Government
survey. The locality to which the
colonel had referred was marked in
red. John copied the section and
township numbers in the zone, salut
ed, and stumbled from the room.
By the time he reached the street
four of the jeeps had left. The fifth,
with two men in the rear seat, was
just starting from the curb. “Do I
go with you?” John asked.
"Not as I understand it, Agricul
tural,” said one of the passengers.
"Captain Jorg is alone in one car
and I heard him say that he would
get paper and pencils and come back
to pick you up. You’re both from the
same town, aren’t ^ou?”
"Better than that," said the other.
“They both get letters from the same
girl. Be nice if Jorg and Agricul
tural win the leave. They can visit
her together." The little car whirled
off.
John waited for thirty minutes. H*
did not expect Captain Jorg to re
turn, and soon was convinced that
the whole thing was a trick. Jorg
had prevented him from seeing the
map; Jorg had arranged that the
other lieutenants would pair off and
leave him without transportation;
Jorg had made sure that if he did
not win the leave, there would be
no chance whatever for John to do
so.
A Jeep, empty except for a cor
poral who was driving, pulling up.
John forgot the formality that gov
erned between officers and enlisted
men. "Any chance of your driving
me this afternoon? I’ve territory to
measure.”
The corporal looked astonished,
then amused. These shavetails, they
didn't know nothing. "Sorry, sir,”
he said, "this car isn’t free. The
lieutenant would have to have an
order, anyway." Then he added sar
castically, "Perhaps the lieutenant
could catch a bus.” John thanked
him for the suggestion and rushed
to the bus station.
That evening the same ten offi
cers stood before Colonel Shore. A
pile of sketches lay before him. Cap
tain Jorg had an air of easy confi
dence. Second Lieutenant John Sher
man looked anything but happy.
"Gentlemen," said the colonel, "I
have examined all of these. Consid
ering the speed with which you
worked, they are quite good. Cap
tain Jorg's especially. But,” the
colonel pulled a large sheet of thin
paper from the bottom of the pile,
"this one turned in by Lieutenant
Sherman is by far the most com
plete.”
"Lieutenant Sherman explained
that through his carelessness he waa
left without a conveyance,” said tke
colonel. "But in the emergency he
used his head. Once a farmer, it oc
curred to him that the local center
of the Agricultural Department
would have air maps, which of
course are in detail. He went to the
county seat by bus and made a trac
ing. Since I wanted results irre
spective of method, the three day
leave is properly awarded to Lieu
tenant Sherman. Thank you, gentle
tpen, that will be alL”
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JAPS AT SAIPAN D>SII
TO TEMPLE, COMMIT SUICIDE
By Sgt. Jack Vincent
Saipan, Marianas Islands (De
layed)—Many Japs crawled back
to their temple to die.
Eye witness to the hara-kiri
deaths of two enemy soldiers in
the shadow of the temple during
the battle of Saipan was Private
First Class Anton Ring, a Marine
of West Allis, Wis.
Pfc. Ring, a member of an en
gineering unit of the Fourth Ma
rine Division, was “sight-seeing” at
the temple when he saw two Jap
soldiers running toward him with
hand grenades.
Unarmed and thinking that they
were going to attack him, the Ma
rine turned and fled. As he ran,
he accidently kicked a drum on tho
steps of the temple.
“It caused a heavy boom and at
first I thought a grenade had land
ed back of me,” Pfc. Ring related.
He sprinted to the place where
he had left his weapon, grabbed it,
and started back up the temple
steps toward the two Japs.
By that time, however, the Japs
had reached a small clearing di
rectly behind the temple pavilion.
There they held hand grenades to
their bodies and killed themselves.
Pfc. Ring went forward to in
vestigate.
“I found 40 or 50 dead Japa
nese soldiers there," he continued.
“All of them apparently had
sneaked back to the temple to
commit hara-kiri. Some of them
had blown themselves to pieces
with grenades and land mines. We
found others who had taken off
their shoes and discharged their
rifles into their heads with their
toes.”
In some cases, it developed, Jap
soldiers had sneaked back through
American lines to reach the temple.
The edifice where the incident
occurred was the most elaborate
Jap temple found on the island.
The shrine had a long line of
steps leading up to it and it was
typical of many of the temples
found in the Japanese homeland.
Pfc. Ring regretted the suicide of
the two Japs he encountered.
“I would have preferred to shoot
them,” he remarked.
CONSERVE FUEL OIL
“All optimism regarding fuel oil
supply has disappeared, so far as
this heating season is concerned,”
stated M. E. Rawlings, Sioux City
district OPA director, recently.
Widespread indications that many
householders have dipped too
heavily into their fuel rations and
are burning oil at a rate con
siderably in excess of what they
should have used up to the pres
ent point in the 1944-45 heating
season brought a warning this
week from the Office of Price Ad
ministration.
Cold homes later on this winter,
with no extra rations available, will
be the inevitable result of over
consumption of oil now, said Mr.
Rawlings. “With war needs con
tinuing to be extremely heavy,
civilian stocks are adequate for
rationed uses, but will not cover
emergencies resulting from waste
ful burning of oil.”
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POLIO DRIVE OBSERVED
ALL OVER THE WORLD
With more events scheduled
than ever before in the history
of the March of Dimes, the an
nual fund-raising appeal of the
National Foundation for Infan
tile Paralysis, was launched
January 14 by Basil O’Connor,
president of the foundation. The
appeal will be climaxed by hun
dreds of birthday parties and
other celebrations on President
Roosevelt’s birthday, January 30,
and will conclude on January 31.
Many March of Dimes events
are scheduled in all parts of the
world where American service
men and women are fighting a
global war. Many of these events
are adapted to the particular lo
cale, such as the “Kilometre of
Diecis” instead of Miles of Dimes
in Italy, and a March of Rials (an
Iranian coin worth about 8 cents)
in Iran instead of the March of
Dimes. Card parties, shooting
contests, dances, and other events
are being planned by various
American posts in foreign fields.
'I KNOW YOU'RE NEAR’
AN UNKNOWN SOLDIER POET
“TALKS” TO GOD
Somewhere in Italy before the
enemies’ guns silenced his voice
and pen, a soldier poet, inspired by
his discovery of God in the midst of
hell on earth, composed the fol
lowing poem. Although it has been
previously been printed in The
News it is printed again by request:
In simple, terse, humble elo
quence the unknown soldier-poet
transcends the gamut of human
emotions as he contemplates his
God. It is an answer to agnostics
and a sombre challenge to fascism.
With pious devotion and plaintive
hope, the unknown soldier wrote:
“Look God, I have never spoke to
You,
But now I want to say, How do
You do;
You see, God, they told me You
didn’t exist,
And like a fool, I believed all this.
Last night from a shellhole, I saw
Your sky,
figured right then, they had told
me a lie; ,
Had I taken time to see things You
made,
I’d known they weren’t calling a
spade a spade.
I wonder, God, if You’d shake my
hand,
Somehow I feel that You will un
derstand;
Funny, I had to come to this
,t hellish place,
Before I had time to see Your face.
Well, I guess there isn’t much more
to say,
But I’m sure glad, God, I met
You today;
I guess the “Zero Hour” will soon
be here,
But I’m not afraid, since I know
You’re near.
The Signal—well, God, I’ll have
to go,
I like You lots, this I want You to
know;
Look now, this will be a horrible
fight> jfL
Who knows—I may comeLto Your
house tonight.
Though I wasn’t friendly to You
before,
I wonder God, if You’d wait at
Your door;
Look! I’m crying—me, shedding
tears!
I wish I had known You these
many years .
Well ... I have to go now, God
good-bye!
Strange . . . since I met You—I m
not afraid to die!
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WARNING TO PURCHASERS
OF TRUCKS ISSUED BY ODT
The Office of Defense Trans
portation again today repeated a
serious warning to potential pur
chasers of motor trucks, either
used or new.
They pointed out that under the
order issued by the Office of De
fense Transportation effective
October 25, 1943, newly inaugurat
ed services or extended operations
must first have the prior approval
of the Office of Defense Trans
portation. The office further stated
that they are encountering many
instances where transactions have
been made and possession of the
motor truck has changed hands,
and it has been necessary for the
Office of Defense Transportation to
advise the applicant that his chosen
line of occupational endeavor is
not considered to be a contribution
to the direct war effort or not on
the essential civilian economy, and
therefore denial of the application
is made, leaving the applicant with
an investment he cannot use.
ODT will be pleased to furnish a
prior opinion as to whether or not
it will issue a certificate of war
necessity prior to the purchase.
However, the Office of Defense
Transportation does not state that
new or extended operations can
not and will not be predicated
upon the economic status of, or the
personal convenience or comfort to
an individual or company.
They repeat their request that
an expression from their office be
obtained prior to the actual pur
chase of the vehicle.
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CONSTRUCTION WORKERS
NEEDED IN HAWAII
Construction workers can now
get jobs with the U. S. army en
gineers in Hawaii, it was announced
recently by J. R. Kinder, state
director for the War Manpower
Commisison.
Mr. Kinder said that transport
ation would be furnished by the j
war department and that pay is
good. Among positions open for\
immediate appointment are those
for construction laborers, heavy
duty equipment mechanics, auto
motive mechanics, checkers, clerk
typists, topograpical and arch
itecutural draftsmen, construction i
inspectors, surveymen and en
gineering aides. Applications will
also be accepted fxorq building
craftmen such as carpenters, pain
ters, cement finshers, etc., for later
appointments. Two years’ exper-;
ience in the trade is sufficient to \
qualify for most journeyman posi- !
tions. Six months’ experience will j
qualify for the helper positions.
A representative of the U. SJ
Engineers will be at the United
States Employment Service Office
at Norfolk on January 18, 19 and
20 to conduct interviews and offer
immediate appointment,according to
Walter A. Steffen, area WMC
Director. Persons now employed in
war work should not apply.
Of the 1,120 traffic accidents re
ported in Los Angeles during June,
270 involved drivers or pedestrians
who had been drinking, police sta
tistics revealed.
Christ Lutheran
Missouri Synod
Reinhard Koopp. Paslor
Sunday. January 21si
Sunday school, 2:00 p. m., “The
Flight to Egypt.”
Worship, 3:00 p. m. Text: Rom.
12, 16-21, “The Christian's Mani
festation Among His Enemies.”
Monday, January 22nd
Confirmation instruction, 6:30
p. m.
Thursday, January 25th
Confirmation instruction, 6:40
p. m.
Sunday school teachers’ meet
ing, 8:00 p. m.
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Money to Loan
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AUTOMOBILES
TRUCKS
TRACTORS
EQUIPMENT
FURNITURE
Central Finance Co.
C. E. Jones, Manager
O'NEILL i NEBRASKA
Fire
Rents
Theft
Liability
Automobile
R .H. Shriner
GENERAL INSURANCE piale Glass
O'Neill Nebraska jjt# giock
PHONE 106 Farm Properly
Wind & Tornado, Truck! & Tractor, Personal Property
REAL ESTATE, LOANS. FARM SERVICE, RENTALS
For Best Results
and satisfactory returns,
bring your livestock
to the
O’Neill Livestock Com. Co.
H. S. Moses and G. P. Colman, Managers 4
Phone 2 * O’Neill, Nebraska
WHERE BUYER AND SELLER MEET
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; We Sell Every Monday
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