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o~ 'BY WILLIAM IRISH |
Me, 1880 Place, New Orleans
. Well-to-o Louis Durand car
aes on a correspondence court
ship with a Miss Julia Russell,
who he has never seen.. When
she finally comes from St. Louis
{6 marry him, he is amazed to
find her young and ravashingly
beautiful—entirely different from
what he had been led to expect.
Certain behavior of hers puzzles
him from the first but not until a
letter arrives from her supposed
sister—Miss Russell’'s sister—does
he realize the woman he married
is an impostor. Before he can face
her with it, she disappears with
$50,000, withdrawn from his bank
accout. The police tell him he has
no case as things stand. They ad
vise him to go to St. Louis and get
proof a crime was committed
against the real Julia Russell, \
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The City of Baton Rouge reach
ed the St. Louis dockside at 9 p.
m., days later.
He emerged cityward of the pier
shed, found a coach and, despite
the advanced hour, gave Bertha
Russell’s address. He wanted it
over, whether for best or wortst;
he wanted to know at once.
He couldn’t tell mucH about the
house from the outside in the
gloom. It seemed large enough. It
was in a vieinty of eminent clean
liness and respectability.
A woman of about fifty, or very
close upon it, answered his ring.
A tall, large-built woman.
_ She wore a dress of stiff black
alpaca, a stringy white crocheted
collar closing its throat and fas
tened by a carnelian brooch.
' “Yes,” she said on a rising in
felxion, in answer to his question
“I'm Bertha Russell, Do I know
ypu?"
“I'm Louis Darand,” he re
gicd gravely, “I've just arrived
om New Orleans.” .
He heard her draw a sharp
breath. She stared for a long mo
ment, as if familiarizing herself
with him. Then abruptly slanted
the door inward. “Come in, Mr.
Durand,” she said. “Come in the
. *
She sat across the table from
him. He could see her throbbing
with a mixture of excitement and
anticipatory fear.
“Now what can you tell me?
What have you come here to say
to me?”
“It's not what I can tell you,”
he replied. “It’s what you can tell
me.n
She nodded somewhat dourly.
“Very well, then. I can tell you
this much. My sister Julia receiv
ed a proposal of marriage from
you, by letter, on about the fif
teenth of April of this year. Do
you deny that?”
~He brushed away the necessity
of a direct answer to that; held
silent to let her continue.
“My sister Julia. left there on
‘May the eighteenth to join you in
‘new Orleans.” Her‘eyes bored into
his. “That was the last, I saw of
her. Since that date I have not
heard from her again,” She drew a
long, tightly compressed breath.
] received an %n%w’er to one of
my, letters in ‘a‘stranger’s hand
writin. And now you come here
alone.” X )
“ “There is no one down there
and longer I could bring.”
. He saw ‘her eyes widen, but she
waited. .
“Just a moment,” he said. “I
think it will save both of us time
if we establish one thing before
we go any—"
~ Then suddenly he stopped,
without need of completing the
gentence. He'd found the answer
for himself, looking upward to the
wall, past her shoulder.
© 1t was a large photographic por
trait, set in a cherry-colored ver
Jour frame, of a head nearly life
size. The subject was not young,
not a girl. She was not beautiful.
She had dark hair, gathered at'the
~. i ,
Bertha had risen, was standing
glightly aside from it, holding a
lamp aloft and backward to it.
i.."% That is Julia. That is my sister.
There. Before you. What you are
looking at now. It's an enlarge
ment taken only two years ago.”
His voice was a whisper ' that
barely reached her. “Then it was
—not she I married.”
“Mr. Duran:i!”. .
He extended his hand and poin
ted a finger; the finger switching !
up and down while it waited for|
his lips to gain speech and catch
upto it. “That is the woman whose
»ghotograph I received from here.
ut that is not the woman 1 was
married to in New Orleans on last
May twentieth,”
. “But Juila?” she persisted, just
as though he were able to give her |
the answer. “Where's Juiia, then?
What's become of her? Where is
she?” She planted her hands in
flat despair on the tabletop, lean
ed over above them. “I saw her
off on that boat.”
“I met the boat. It came with
out her. She wasn’t on it.”
“You're sure; you're sure?” Her
@yes were bright with tears.
jest. She wasn't among them. She
wasn't on it,”
She sank back into the chair be
yond the table.
They both had to face the thing.
Tat was out in the open between
them now. Not to be avoided, not
to be shunned. It had come to this.
It was a question of which of them
would first put it into words.
She did.
“She ‘was done away with!” she
whispered, “She met her end
on that boat” She shuddered as
though some insidious evil pres
ence had come into the room. “In
gome way, at homeone’s hands.”
She shuddered again, almost as if
she had the ague. “Between the
time 1 waved her goodbye that
Wednesday afternoon—"
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in grim assent. Convinced now at
last, understanding the = whole
thing finally for what it really
was. He finished it for her.
“—and the time I stood by the
gangplank to greet her that Friday
afternoon.”
(To Be Continued)
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The Thanksgiving special on
“Suspense” will be Margaret
O’Brien in “The Screaming Wo
man,” over WGAU-CBS at 9:00
tonight. This is a chiller which of
fers a perfect example of the
technique of terror used so suc
cessfully by producer-director
Tony Leader on this unusual se
ries,
- The play gets off to an electri
fying start as Margaret O’Brien,
skipping across a vacant lot on
Thanksgiving morning, hears the
muffled screams of a woman com
ing from beneath a huge mound
of fresh earth.
Terrified, the girl races home
to tell her parents about the
screaming woman in the vacant
lot, but they dismiss her hysteri
cal tale as a child’s make-believe
and insist that she sit right down
and eat her Thanksgiving dinner.
Tension mounts from this mo
ment on, reaching a dramatic cli
max in the closing minute of the
play.
Difficulties besetting an ex-con
vict from the theme of “Holiday”
the WGAU-CBS’ “Crime Photo
grapher” drama tonight at 9:00 p.
m.
Biff, a reformed safe cracker,
is threatened by his old gang who
want him to pull just one more
job for them. When Biff stays
straight and turns down their of
fer of $5,000, they plant a hot gun
in his store and threaten to reveal
its presence to the authorities.
Biff is caught in a tricky
squeeze. If he refuses the job,
the police will be lead to the in
criminating gun. If he tries to get
rid of the weapon, the gang will
tip the police to nab him in the
act, Biff’'s holiday seems as dark
as a Thanksgiving turkey’s future
until Casey and Ann Williams do
some very fancy wishbone work
with the thugs.
A gay tale of a modern witch,
titled “The Senator Bewitched,”
will take the spotlight on WGEU
CBS’ “First Nighter” tonight at
10:30 p. m. When Patience Cum
mings (played by Barbara Luddy)
is told by her fiance that they
can't be married because she is a
decendent of a. Puritan woman
who was hanged as a witch, Pa
tience vows to persuade Senator
Darling (Olan Soule) to present a
bill in Congress clearing the early
American “witches” of their
crime,
A crook hits on a convenient
loophole in the law and devises
“The Almost Perfect Alibi” to
cover up a crime on WEGU-CGS’
F. B. 1. In Peace And War” tonight
at 8:00 p. m. The law however,
turns out to be foolproff, and Fed
eral Field Agent Sheppard, played
by Martin Blane, proves the alibi
considerably less than perfect.
High geaks of the Andes and in
Africa direct lyon the equator
have snow on them all the year.
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CONFESSIONS OF A HEALTH FAN
A BUM STEER ON THANKSGIVING
NEW YORK — (AP) — How
to be healthy all over — instead
of being unhealthy in one place
at a time?
I have finally solved this prob
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Watch Meat Helpings
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- So back down I went a third
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Once every week I play poker
or go to a nightclub with insom
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friend have been told by their
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est need is more sleep.
Today I never felt better in my ;
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I haven’t had an honest ache or |
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years. I wear arch supporters to !
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time and worry about them all at
once, as I do.
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a hypochondriac who's afraid he’s
on the verge of a nervous break
down. I could use a good vacation
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