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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1938-06-30, Page 2THURSDAY, JUNE 30tht 1938 THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE “AFRAID OF LOVE” by Phyllis Moore Gallagher Patsy grinned. “That’s sweet, Vic. I guess I’d better not, though. But I’d adore it if you'd come over and <take me to the train. I’m leaving at 8—if that’s not too early for you. 1 suspect if you’re driving to New York you’ll be up with the birds,’’ She flushed slightly and added, “or am I being rural*?’’ Victor laughed. “I’ll see you at 7:15. We’I hash it all out then—• whether you’re rural or not!’’ She pressed her finger on the bell and the ibutler came promptly and Victor hurried down the steps to his limousine. As he drove off he lean­ ed out and waved and said, “Seven­ fifteen—-don’t forget.” At 7:15 the next morning when Patsy went down the steps to get in­ to Victor’s limousine it was raining. “What a dismal morning, Vic," said Patsy as the car sped away. “You can hardly see two feet in front of you. I can't say that I envy you driving to New’ York—” That was all she said, for suddenly Victor was leaning up against her and her head became light and a vaporous cloud seemed to have descended around her shoulders. In one brief moment of panic she tried to scream and found that she couldn’t for there was Victor’s hand inside of a cloth over her nose, and on the cloth was something stickily wet and nauseatingly sweet. She thought sleepily: “Victor’s chloroforming me!” And from a dis­ tance she heard herself saying, “Vic, why are you doing this? Why? Then she was plunging swiftly downward ■through a .brilliantly colored world, with all the bells of the universe ringing in her ears . . . Back to—What? She was coming back from obliv­ ion now on waves of sound and sil- verish lights and blinding star points She was coming back with a dizzy head and a heart that pounded and a stomach that was a little uncer­ tain. “Where am I?” she wondered drowsily. She sat up on tne sofa then and it puzzled her the way the long, lux­ uriously furnished room swung away from her and then swung back again1 into >her face. She quickly dropped her eyelids and pressed her cold palms to her throbbing temples. When she opened her eyes again it annoyed her that the ceiling was pale green, over which fat 'Cherubs with bows and arrows frolicked and that she had never before seen a ceiling like that. What had hap­ pened to her that stomach felt like there was lead balls weighing it down; that made her head sink ach­ ingly to one side when she tried to' hold it erect? ’ But in the next moment, when Victor came into the room followed by a Japanese boy in a white coat carrying a silver tray, memory be­ gan creeping in with a terrifying, cold luminourness. She shrank back against the cushions and her breath­ ing seemed as difficult as inhaling threads of wool. Everything was clear now—the limousine with the rain frosted in .beads on the panes, the swathing cloth over her nose, chorloform. Victor had kidnapped her, but why—why? Her Senses Return He walked over to her, A dark Latinish-looking young man in blue serge, a pale bLue short and a hand­ kerchief to match over his heart. “Patsy, I’m bringing you tea,” were his first words. “It ought to settle your stomach. Put it on the coffee table, Yomo, and that will be all.” The Japanese boy .bowed and de­ parted on silent feet. Victor sat down on the sofa beside Patsy, not seeming to observe that she cringed from him, white-faced and afraid. But he had noticed, for he said, even­ ly: “Please don’t look so firghtened. Patsy. I know you think I’m going to do nothing short of murdering you. But I’m not. Brink your tea.” Though there was not a flicker of emotion on his face, there was a command in his voice. “Pull yourself together, Patsy. 1 want to explain why you're here. I know chloroforming seemed a,brutal method to choose, but I was sure you wouldn’t come any other way,” Vic­ tor said. She moistened her dry lips and sat waiting as Victor got up and went over to .a long hand-carved desk and brought back a newspaper. Suffer No Longer from Headaches If is hard to struggle along with a head that aches and pains all the time. In nine cases out of ten persistent headaches are caused by some de rangement of the stomach, liver or bowels. Burdock Blood Bitters removes the cause of headache by regulating the digestive and biliary organs, corrects acidity, regulates the con­ stipated bowels, tones up the liver, and promotes a perfect circulation of pure blood to all portions of the body. Get rid of your headaches by taking B.B.B. Tho T, Milburn Cth, IX<1., Tdronto, Ont. ne stood in front of her then, im­ personal and casual as ever, and dropped the newspaper in her1 lap. He said in a detached voice that frightened her: “First of all, read .hat.” Again no revealing exres- ,.ion on his face; again that com­ mand in his voice. What Patsy Bead Patsy read the headlines and the article and stared horrified at the pictures of Kitty Cavendish, Lee and 1’ippy. She turned cold with a cold­ ness that was not of this long green room. She had read stories like this before; she had seen pictures illus­ trating sensational news. But never until this moment had she actually relieved that things like this hap­ pened. Kitty Cavendish was in a coma at the Naval Hospital in Anna­ polis. She had been found early this morning by the janitor lying on the floor, her skull fractured. It was be­ lieved that someone had attempted to murder her. Lieutenant iLee Cav­ endish, .her husband, from whom she was separated and with whom she had recently quarreled, later divulg­ ing to the naval authorities that she married the young lieutenant while he was still a midshipman at the Academy and causing him therefore, to face a court martial trial, was be­ ing questioned. Patsy Warfield, sister of the young ex-midsliipman, according to her grandfather, left Annapolis last night for New York But at 10, the hour at which the wrist watch on Mrs. Cavendish’s arm had stopped, she had been seen in the State Gar­ age at the rear of the apartments. The mechanic there informed police that he had told Miss Warfield that her car could not be repaired before noon of the next day and that she had then hurried away with a man whom he had never seen before and doubted if he could identify. He stated, however, that the man had come out of the rear door of the apartment house. The police were searching now for Miss Warfield in order to question her. It was expected that Tony Frenetti would also be questioned further. The man was just out of jail on a $2,000 bond for having assaulted two naval officers whose names were being withheld. It was thought that Mrs. Cavendish would not live through the day and would probably die without having gained conscious­ ness. * Why She Was Kidnapped Patsy looked up into Victor’s face her eyes wide, her lips trembling. The pounding of her heart almost deafened her. She cried: “Vic----- you—did—it!” He didn’t answer for a second. Then he said, his voice flat: “It’s a rotten mess. But I couldn’t help it. I lost my head. I struck her. She fell and I left her there. 1 wasn’t trying to kill her. I don’t hate her that much.” Patsy said, her voice choked in her throat: “But Vie, I don’t under­ stand! Why did you kidnap me?— Why? I had nothing to do with it.” “A man won’t stop at many things to save his own skin. Does that tell you anything?” «<No------” “Well, then listen. You saw me come out of that building last night. You saw the bloody handkerchief and I told you I had cut my hand. You know now that that was a lie. You probably knew it last night be­ cause I forgot and didn’t keep the handkerchief on it. The mechanic saw me, too, but he can't identify me. It was too dark. You’re the only one who could.” The cold logic of his voice fright­ ened her and made ice run through her veins. He continued; “I’m keeping you here because you’re going to play ball with me. Understand? Your brother is mixed up in it. And Lee ’Cavendish. If the gossip columns are correct, what happens to Lee makes a lot of dif­ ference to you. More than wihat happens to me, see? I can’t take chances, see? You’re going to stay here until I find out whether Kitty lives or dies. If she dies, you and I are going to be married so you can’t be compelled to testify against me. Understand? But if you of­ fered to testify against me, it would ibe a simple thing to say you were my look-out. Then you’d be in as deep as I am. Because of that article about you and Lee it wouldn’t be .hard to convince a jury that you wanted Kitty out of the way,” “Victor!-—you couldn’t do that!” An Unanswered Question He laughed mirthlessly. “I think I just told you that a man won’t stop at anything to save his own skin.” Patsy’s fingers nervously groped the base of her throat. If only that chocking feeling would leave her; if only her heart would stop pounding. She cried: “Oh, Vic—-Vic!—-it's so dreadful!—-Pm afraid!” >She felt very young nnd alone and miserable. “I’m afraid too! Do you think I'd do this if I wasn't! Do you The uixnk I’d do this to you if I wasn’t!” But he didn’t sound afraid and he didn’t look afraid. She couldn’t un­ derstand it. Didn’t he feel anything because Kitty ’Cavendish was dying and he was her murderer? It was aa as unreal as a nightmare, as fantastic as a figment of a distorted imagination. Presently Victor said: “Aren’t you forgetting something, Patsy? Aren’t you forgetting that I'm not a mur­ derer, that I didn’t want to kill Kitty. I told you I lost my head. Put yourself in my place. That’ll help you to understand.” Then suddenly she began to wond­ er why Victor had been angry with Kitty why he had struck that ter­ rific blow. Did .he feel for her wrhat Ted did for Virginia Keith.—that wild burning in his blood—that in­ satiable craving? She hadn’t known that Victor even knew Kitty Caven­ dish. She said: “Victor — why did you do it? What is Kitty to you?” CHAPTER XII Victor took a silver case out of his pocket, flicked it open and thrust a cigarette between his lips. It did­ n’t seem possible that he could stand there like that, lightning a cigarette with steady fingers, his expression as calm and quiet as it nothing had .happened, as if back in Annapolis Kitty wasn’t lying in a coma—dying. When he spoke some of the kindliness has gone out of his voice. It was cold, bitter, he said ignoring her question: “There are only certain things you’re to know about this; that 1 never went near that apartment house that night; that you’re to keep to yourself everything you know; that you’ve got to realize just what I’m up against. Murder is murder. Even if I didn’t try to kill Kitty—it would be murder just the same. 1 can’t see spending the rest of my life in jail. And I don’t relish hang­ ing or burning in the chair, or what­ ever they do in Maryland to erase criminals.” Patsy rose. Her race was white and her legs were weak beneath her. She thought: “He’s hard. He’s not the Victor I knew at all. I am not sure that he didn’t try to kill Kitty. She wondered where this man­ sion of his was located. It was doubtless somewhere near Balti­ more. Although it might not be, for there was that black gap. of un­ consciousness to be considered. That gap might have been spent on the rear seat of the limousine; it might have been spent on a boat, or all day on that sofa where she had come to. That sofa might be in the suburbs of Washington; it might be in New York1—even across the border in Canada. She wasn’t even sure how many hours' or even days had elapsed. When she had left the Hughes home it had been early morning and it had been raining. Through the tall French windows of this onrate room with the cupids prancing over the ceiling she could see only clusters of trees and puffy white clouds and the S'un making red-and-gold beauty of a wooded country in the distance. She glanced around the room then. There must be some way of letting grandfather or Leev know where she was, she thought desper­ ately, some means of communication with Annapolis. But faere were no telephones in this room or in the hall, and all the windows were tight­ ly fastened. Terms of Freedom Suddenly Victor came up. behind her, laid a hand on her shoulder. He said: “Believe me, Patsy—-I do not want to do this to you. Be­ lieve me when I say that if Kitty doesn’t die I’ll free you. If she lives she won’t talk—I know that—and you won’t either. It wouldn’t help your reputation any to admit you had spent several days here with me. It would be better just to for­ get about this—to say you’d been in New York looking for Courtney Vallance, trying to find a job, any­ thing.” Patsy turned and faced Victor. The feel of his hand on her shoulder had made a shudder go through her, had sent her heart beating intoler­ ably with fear, But when she saw his brown eyes, she .knew at 'Once— though she hardly knew how—Vic­ tor was telling the truth; that he hadn’t meant to kill Kitty; that only because he was in such desperate trouble had he resorted to kidnap­ ping her, silencing her. Naturally she would have come to the rescue of Tippy—of Lee—and he knew it. He was only observing the first law of nature—-self-protection. No mat­ ter what else Victor was—he was not a murderer. She said; “I’m Sorry for you, Victor.” He didn’t look at her, He didn’t trust himself to, “I’ll be good to you, Patsy,” he replied and turned, quickly and left .because he was on| the verge of breaking down, that ir­ on control of Ills shattered at last.! Dead-Pan” Caldwell, the ex- convict, the racketeer was. just plain Vic Caldwell again, me Annapolis boy who had gone off to New York to make an honest fortune and whose life and destiny had become warped and distorted and ugly be­ yond any control. And Patsy standing there’watch­ ing him leave, felt something of this Tears sprang into her blue eyes. But she was no longer afraid; just mis­ erable because Lee was in trouble and needed her; and Ted, ill in the hospital, would read that Tippy had been with Virginia Keith. She knew that Ted would know that it had been Vigrinia’s lipstick on Tippy's cheek that night on the balcony. And she .knew, too, that Ted would never forgive Tippy. She flung herself on the sofa and buried her golden head in her arms and sobbed softly into, the pillows. In the Hospital Ted Warfield’s room at the Na­ val Hospital was oblong and bleak­ ly white. In the ten days that he had been there he had grown to despise the tall narrow iron bed, the smell of antiseptic and iodo­ form, the gruesome hushed silence that is as. indigenous to a hospital as ether. Because he was not permitted to read, he spent most of his time when visitors were not allowed, snif­ fing contemptouously at the odors that wafted around mm, listening for sounds to break the monotony and thinking about Virginia Keith. It was not pleasant to think of Virginia and he tried not to. He forced .his mind to dwell on football the prospects of being transferred to Guatemala when the gridiron season ended—trivial things like a green tie he sometimes wore with “cits,” a book on mechanical de­ vices he wanted to buy and a cock­ tail called “Noble Experiment” which he had once drunk at the Harvard Club. He tried remember­ ing the ingredients that the waiter had given him. (To be Continued) Dragging it Out Magistrate: “What is your Remember you are on oath.” Woman: “Twenty-one and months.” Magistrate: “How many montihs?” Woman: “One hundred and sev­en.” I head­ WIFE WHO WAS CROSS ANO TOUCHY Put Herself Right with Kruschen ’ a woman have been years otd. “I am 39 years of age,’ writes: “Yet some days I ’feeling and looking 100 I would get fits of exhaustion for no good reason at all. I was not fit to live with because I would be so cross and touchy. I did not seem to have any ambition to housework, and I J time, “Two years ago down my left side doctor says all this is .caused thro’ my, nerves. I took Kruschen and found it helped me very much./Since I started taking it I am a different person. My work seems a lot eas­ ier and I have (Mrs.) G. M. The “little chen puts an depression, because it eliminating organs to proper activ­ ity by providing them with the daily reminder and daily aid that they re­ quire. Cleansed and invigorated blood is sent circulating all over the system, carrying new vitality to every nerve and new1 vigour to every limb. do was tired all I had sciatica from the hip. my the all My a lot more energy.”- daily dose” of Krus- end to tiredness and restores the HURON COUNTED NOTED FOB HONE Y PRODUCTION Do you know that Huron is one of the largest honey producing coun­ ties in the Province? Beekeepers in Clinton alone produce about fifty tons of honey a year.—Most of it shipped to Toronto and thence ex­ ported to England All told,’ there are approximately 300 beekeepers in Huron, although many of these are farmers with only one or two colonies—Haberer Bros, of Zurich, are the biggest commer­ cial keepers, operating more than 1,2 00 colonies. Hundreds of tons of hone yare produced annually, mak- ig the industry quite a sizable busi­ ness for the county. Stratford Beacon-Herald w. and lison Tra- East Kippen W. I. With an attendance of thirty-five members and twenty visitors, the Kippen East W. I. held their June meeting at the home of Mrs. Kyle. The singing of the Ode the Lord’s Prayer repeated in ui opened the meeting. Then Mrs. quair gave the Bible reading follow- by a short poem, “June Beauty” read by Mrs, Varley, Mrs. Kyle then read a very interesting story of their farm and Miss G, Tremeer read the minutes of the last meeting, follow­ ed by the report of the morning ses­ sion of the annual meeting held at the Thames Road Church by Mrs. Doig and Mrs, Clark gave a splen­ did report of the afternoon session. The roll call was the name of my favorite teacher, to Which nearly all responded. Mrs. John Cairns, of Brucefield, then favored by singing “Bonnie Mai'y of Argyle” and “Take Me Back to Dear Old Childhood.” Both songs were very much appre­ ciated. The motto, “The greatest school for the human race in the home” was given by Mrs, Martin, Mrs, M. Cooper read a short poem, “Childhood Days,” and the current events by Mrs, E. Chappell was quite interesting, A pfipey on ‘Footwear’ read by Mrs. William Parker, fol­ lowed bi" the piano solo, “Medita­ tion,” played by Mrs. John McGreg­ or. 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