CAPE VINCENT EAGLE, THURSDAY,JULY 28, 1938
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WNU Service.
© Joseph McGprd
SYNOPSIS
rhe congregation of the Old White Church
In Locust Hill turns out in full force to look
over the new preacher, Dr. Jonathan Farwell, and there is much speculation among
the communicants as to what sort of man
he will be. Cassius Brady, treasurer of the
church, had recommended Dr. Farwell for
the post after hearing his baccalaureate sermon at the graduation of Dale Farwell, his
son, who is a geologist. Brady's daughter
Lenora Interests Dale, who lives aJone with
his father. Dr. Farwell meets the members
of his congregation personally, accepts their
tributes, but refuses to be impressed by the
banker's, family, the Marblestones, whose
daughter Evelyn obviously sets her cap for
Dale. Meanwhile the women of the town
are curious about the mystery of the Farwells' womanless housekeeping. In the privacy of his room Dale has enshrined a picture of a beautiful woman, inscribed in
childish lettering "Elaine." The Marblestones invite the Farwells to dinner with
Cassius Brady. At the dinner Evelyn monopolizes Dale. .
CHAPTER HI—Continued
ness to discuss with his host and
had remained in the library.
"We've been having such a nice
visit With your son . . . " Mrs.
Marblestone beamed. "So sorry you
must go. Evelyn and I were so interested . . . Such a pity your dear
wife was not spared to share your
labors, . . . "
Evelyn took up the theme as her
mother's voice trailed away in its
customary indecision.
"Is Dale a good cook, Doctor Farwell?" she wanted to know. "I've
been wondering if I dared drop in
on you at meal time. You'd almost
have to ask me to remain, you
know."
"Of course." There was no suggestion of amusement in the minister's dark eyes.
"Then I think I will. I could help
with the dishes, at least. I'm sure
that Dale would like to have m e
help him. Wouldn't you?" Evelyn
turned to him with a smile and a
flash of her white teeth.
"Dale and I are old campaign-
WHO'S
from the outer corner of his left
eye across the cheek and under the
jaw. The ear on the same side
seemed to have suffered damage
all its own.
The scarred face brought no response from Kerney's. mental coir
lection,, but "he felt amply justified
in accosting the new arrival.
"Lookin' for somebody, buddy?"
"Maybe. Is this a pinch?"
"That depends," was the grim reply. " I like to know who folks are
that get off here. I get paid for it."
The eyes under the cap scanned
Eerney coolly. There was a slight
flicker of amusement in their gray
depths.
"Okay, flatfoot. I was just
startin' to pay a call on my bass."
"Who's h e ? "
"Doc Farwell. Know him, do
you?"
"I know him, all right. But . . . "
"Then you might show me where
he hangs out. Trail along, ' if it
suits you."
"His church is up the next street
"That sounds dreadfully energetic. I'm sure that someone told me
you were studying ior the ministry,
Under your father," Evelyn said.
Dale chuckled with undisguised
amusement.
"Hardly! If I ever had an idea of
becoming a preacher, I would have
been discouraged long ago. My father's too shining an example, to
my way of thinking."
"Isn't he wonderful!
There's
something so—so fascinating about
him. Everybody's quite mad over
him. Only . . . You know, I'm
rather in awe of him. He looks so
dignified and stern. Is he really?"
"Oh, no. I used to feel that way
about him when I was a kid," Dale
remarked reflectively. "Of course
we haven't seen such a lot of each
other these past years. Perhaps I
understand him better now- He's
a mighty square shooter."
"I'm sure he is. Have you met
many people here?"
"Almost no one. Oh, there have
been quite a few dropping in at the
house. But father does the honors."
"Then you have no friends here?"
"Only one, you might say. I
haven't seen her since I came."
"Really?" Evelyn's eyes widened
to sudden attention. The drawl in
her tone vanished. "Whom are you
talking about?"
"Miss Brady. I met her out
West."
Lee came to the dioor.
"Oh . . . I never thought . . .
ers,"
Farwell
interposed
quietly.
. . . Got a high steeple. Doctor
Do you mean she attended the same
"Just the same . . . " Mrs. Mar- Farwell's house is on the far side.
school you did? Why, how odd! You
By the graveyard."
are a friend of Lee Brady. I knew blestone trying again.
For the first time since his arrival
"Sounds cheerful. Thanks."
she had been in college somewhere,
"Wait just a minute. You mean
but I never supposed . . . Then in Locust Hill, the minister volunyou've known her for a long time," teered information regarding his you work for the reverend?"
personal affairs.
"That's whatever." The little man
Evelyn said.
"The present arrangement at the grinned impudently. "I'm his hired
"But I haven't. That's the funny
part of it. I never met her until parsonage is temporary. Our house- girl. Well, so long . . . See you in
Mr. Brady came to town, com- keeper will be here shortly. And church."
Kerney stood staring after the demencement time. He heard father now I really must say good-night."
parting figure as if uncertain of the
preach the baccalaureate sermon
CHAPTER IV
best course to pursue. When the
and introduced himself. Miss Bralatter vanished around the corner of
dy was with him. That's when I
Aside from more or less routine the station, the constable followed.
found we had been together at the
U for two years, and I never knew duties, Constable Kerney of Locust A moment later, he sighted his
Hill permitted himself one diver- quarry walking briskly along Marit."
"Oh." Evelyn's red mouth curved sion. It was meeting the half dozen ket Street in the direction of Old
in a smile. "Lee is a dear. We north and south-bound train's whose White. Kerney followed at a discalculated to disarm suspi•were in high school together and schedules called for a stop within tance
cion. It wouldn't hurt to shadow
went to the same kid parties here. the province of his authority.
The office of the law was little this new arrival.
I haven't seen so much of her latemore
than a stone's throw from the
To his chagrin, he saw the man
ly."
"Are you children getting ac- railroad station and only pressing with the suitcase turn with a friendbusiness prevented the officer from' ly wave of his paper parcel as he
quainted? I thought I'd look in."
Mrs. Marblestone rustling into the taking his unobtrusive stand near entered the parsonage yard. Kerroom to stand looking in vague per- the telegraph operator's observation ney continued his stroll, watching
window a few moments before each the next scene from the corner of
p l e x i t y at the two on the settee.
his eye. He saw the door opened
"Please sit down, Mr. Farwell," train's arrival.
Public buses and automobiles by Doctor Farwell. The man in
she resumed. "I can squeeze in
between the two of you—like this." would have furnished a more ac- the cap dropped his parcels and exShe suited action to the word. "Eve- curate index to the town's tran- tended both hands with a shrill:
"Hey, Dominie!"
lyn, you've been smoking. I don't sients, but the station offered a conThere was no mistaking the smile
know what Doctor Farwell would venient method of keeping one's finger on the traveling pulse.
of greeting on the minister's pale
think. What do you think?"
Kerney's shrewd eyes were ever face, as his own hands went out to
She turned to Dale who was trying to accommodate himself to what on the alert. Nearby cities fur- clasp the stranger's.
nished him, with frequent "fliers"
"Well, I vow!" Kerney ejaculatwas' left of his former place.
c r i m i n a l s - ed, as he turned and retraced his
" I quite approve," he assured her describing ** , wanted
rogues' gallery likenesses, aliases steps in the direction of his office.
gravely.
Jonathan Farwell smiled across
"Dear, dear. Everything's so dif- and, not infrequently, a mention of
ferent these days. It's a trying tempting rewards. The constable the parlor at his guest who lolled
thing to bring up an attractive acquired the knack of keeping these easily in the largest of the upholyoung daughter. You know, when unfavorable portraits in the back stered chairs, puffing on a cigarette
of his mind. Locust Hill with its and grinning delightedly. The minI was a girl . . . "
For the next hour, Mrs. Marble- quiet respectability might easily ap- ister's smile held a warmth that no
Hill acquaintance had been
stone dominated the conversation, peal to some fugitive as a peaceful Locust
privileged to see.
familiarizing herself wholeheartedly haven.
"Pink, it does seem good to see
This uncompromising vigilance
with her guest's past, present and
appeared to have met with possible you again!"
future.
"No foolin'? Some nice dump."
When Doctor Farwell came down- results one afternoon. Number 406, The man called Pink looked about
stairs with Henry Marblestone, he from the North, slowed to a grinding the parlor approvingly. "The old
found Dale still in his corner, his halt on time. The last passenger stuff looks pretty familiar."
appearance suggesting that of a wit- to clamber down the steps of the
Farwell emitted one of his rare
ness enduring a cross-fire of exam- smoker was a small man who laughs. He had relaxed strangely
ination and hoping to remember clutched a shabby suitcase in one in this little man's presence, sitthe salient points of his story. The hand and a paper parcel in the, oth- ting low in his own chair with his
minister came to his aid by refus- er.
An unprepossessing figure this long black legs outstretched and
ing a chair. He offered the prepstranger,
looking about uncertainly hands thrust in his trouser pockets.
aration of his evening sermon, as
The two men chatted for a time,
from
under
the cap drawn low over
an excuse for taking an early leave.
Pink telling of his trip and asking
his
thin
face.
A
livid
welt
ran
Brady, it appeared, had some busi-
pointed questions regarding Locust
Hill and its people.
"Thought I was goin' to see it
from inside the hoosegow," he
chuckled, sailing his cigarette butt
into the fireplace with an accurate
flip. Cop down at the depot. Took
me for one of them public enemies,
I guess."
"You told him, of course, that
you were coming here?"
"Sure. But he trailed me all the
same. -Say, Dominie . . . Ain't it
about time my sidekick was showin'
up?"
"I expected him before this."
Farwell drew a large open-face
watch from his pocket and studied
it thoughtfully.
"Has he made up his mind yet
what he's goin' to do?"
"He is going back to school. I do
not know just how soon."
"The sooner the better," Pink
grumbled. "Here he is now. Drivin' up with a dame. Classy, all
right. Get a load of her, will you?"
Farwell stepped near enough the'
window to look over the smaller
man's shoulder.
"She is the daughter of one of my
members." His dark eyes contracted a trifle.
"Then you picked a good church.
Here comes the kid."
Quick steps sounded in the hall.
The parlor door was flung open and
Dale stood framed in the entrance.
"Pink Mulgrew! Gee, but I'm
glad to see you, Pink!" Dale had the
little man by the shoulders, shaking
him affectionately.
"Same here. But not in them
trick pants. Bad enough to go in
for a sissy game without dressin'.
You look pretty fit, otherwise. And
you've been playin' with dames, I
see. I should have got here sooner
and started you trainin'."
"Dale." Farwell interposed the
word almost sharply. "I imagine
that Pink would like to go to his
room. Will you show him the way?"
The minister stood without moving after the pair left the parlor.
His brows were drawn into a frown
as he stared down at the rug. The
expression on his face did not
change until the silence was broken
by a sound from the second floor.
It was the staccato tattoo of a
punching bag, vibrating under the
attack of professional knuckles.
By LEMUEL F. PARTON
NEW YORK.—Of wide public interest is the pressing problem of
.
.
who's going to enLouis to
join or restrain
Fight 2-Ton
joe Louis. It has
Galento?
seemed that all
they
could do
would be to match him against a
threesome — possibly Farr, Pastor
and Baer. But now there is actually
serious consideration of launching
him against the huge, bulbous twoton Tony Galento, the Orange, N. J.,
pub keeper who trains on beer and
hot dogs. Tony has never been
knocked down, but neither has a.
hippopotamus or a steam shovel.
Built like a couple of hogsheads,
he is a morass in which assailants
get swamped, like Japan in China.
He fights with his mouth open, as
if he were catching flies, which is
disconcerting to his opponent, as is
his flailing, free-style, generally
scrambled attack. His defense consists mainly in his absorbent qualities. They cut him to ribbons, but
never cut him down.
He has had about 70 fights.
Dumping Nathan Mann marked his
_ .
heaviest scoring in
/ rams on
t h e ring_
He has
Applejack
flattened
Al EtAnd Beer
tore,
La r o y
Haynes, Charley
Massey and quite a few not altogether negligible fighters, but, as
yet, no maulers of championship
specifications. For some of his fights
he trained on applejack, but now
says.he has found beer is best.
In the little family gin mill and
spaghetti palace, down by the railroad tracks, he shadow boxes for
the customers and yells for a match
with Louis. He says he would like
to have it barehanded in the cellar,
with $10,000 on the doorstep for the
man who comes out. They have a
two months' old baby, who, says
his father, never will be a fighter or
a barkeeper.
"Me—" says Tony—"they had to
burn down the school to get me out
of the fourth grade. I didn't know
my strength and one of my spitballs
knocked a teacher unconscious. I'll
make this new guy behave and he'll
grow up to be a professor or doctor."
Within forty-eight hours, Locust
Sir Patrick Hastings, counsel for
Hill was mulling # over a Farwell
problem that dimmed its predeces- Countess Barbara Hutton HaugwitzReventlow in her
sors completely. This new and in- Lawyer
for
e l a b o r a t e and
triguing puzzle Was the latest addicomplicated d i s Wins
tion to the parsonage household. 'Babs'
a g r e e m e n t with
Who was this Pink Mulgrew?
Big Cases
her husband, is
The fact that he had been seen
conversing with Constable Kerney one of the most interesting frontgave rise to rumors that Mr. Mul- page lawyers of London, usually a
grew was a sometime .gangster, em- contender in any exciting internaployed by the pastor for purposes tional wrangle in which London's
of reformation. Pink's sinister ap- West End or New York's Park Avepearance made the suggestion en- nue might be interested. He repretirely feasible. Mulgrew must be a sented Mrs. Joan Sutherland in the
slander suit which grew out of gosservant.
sip about the Wallis Warfield Simpson divorce suit. It was he who
"Pagin' Mister Fa-awell!"
Pink Mulgrew thrust his head got thumping big ''damages for
into the living room. Dale was Princess Youssoupoff, in the suit
there, stretched comfortably on the over the Metro-Goldwyn Rasputin
picture. He won the fight for the
couch reading a magazine.
Warner Brothers to keep Bette
"Phone, Pink?"
"Yeah. The girl friend. Want me Davis from appearing without their
consent.
to dust off the clubs?"
"Never mind. I'll get it." He
He is widely and intimately known
rose and made his way out to the in social and literary circles, but
telephone. "Hello," he said briefly. draws no class lines in his profes"Hello," returned a cheerful sional work. One of his most specvoice. "It's Lee Brady."
tacular cases was his defense of
"Oh! I . . . When did you get to the Welsh miners in 1925. He moves
town? I say! Are you going to be into his middle sixties with no lethome this afternoon? And may I down in mind or person.
call?"
"If you can spare the time." Dale
thought he heard a suppressed
Sir Robert M. Hodgson is a
laugh. "Please do," Lee went on shadowy but noteworthy figure in Euhurriedly. "I want you to meet the
r o p e ' s diplomatic
nicest person in Locust Hill."
Cagey
Job
underground,
Dale was quickened by a thrill of Handed
about whom a
anticipation as he strode on his way
book may some
Sir
Robert
to that afternoon appointment. He
day be written. He
hadn't quite realized how eager he is Britain's go-hetween in delicate
was to see Lee again.
n e g o t i a t i o n s with Generalissimo
The Brady home somehow looked Franco of Spain about the bombing
the way Dale had hoped. It stood of British ships. When he is on a
in the center of a large lawn. A government mission, it is an indicahouse of drab brick topped by a tion that some subtle business is on.
mansard roof, its colored slates laid
in patterns. A house to live in.
He had retired in 1936, but NeLee came to the door. The same ville Chamberlain called him back
Lee of the brown eyes and ready as a diplomatic pinch-hitter in this
smile. Of the bronze curls.
ship-bombing embarrassment. He is
(TO BE CONTINUED)
the son of an arch-deacon, of somewhat clerical mien, and was in the
consular and diplomatic service for
The Happy Man
That man is happy whom nothing many years. From 1924 to 1927, he
makes less strong than he is; he was British charge d'affairs at
keeps to the heights, leaning upon Moscow. He is usually working quinone but himself; for one who sus- etly off-stage, never in the spotlight.
tains himself by any prop may fall.
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