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THURSDAY, MAY 10, 1945
55
GEORGE F. WORTS
WNU Release.
HONOR ROLL
E. E. Webb, Winder.
Mrs. M. H. Davis, Rt. 2.
D. T. Bowles, Rt. 1.
H. C. Ledford, Maysville.
Curtis Collier, San Francisco.
L. R. Lavender, Athens.
W. T. Nix, Commerce.
Horace W. Sailors, Ft. McClellan.
Henry Harbin, Rt. 3.
A. W. Tolbert, New York.
C. W. Pinson, city.
J. C. Hanson, Rt. 1.
P. B. Cash, Braselton.
Miss Willie May Venable, Macon.
Mrs. C. T. Tolbert, Atlanta.
Mrs. John Geer, Hollywood, Fla.
Mrs. J. E. Murdy, Atlanta.
J. E. Mundy, Jr., San Francisco.
Albert T. Mundy, San Francisco.
E. C.,Lance, Carlton.
J. G. Reynolds, Pendergrass.
Miss Sallie Mauldin, Rt. 3.
R. L. Pirkle, Hoschton.
Willie A. Wilson, Rt. 1.
Mrs. J. F. Thurmond, Athens.
J. F. Thurmond, Perry.
C. C. Waters, Pendergrass.
R. P. Cooper, Rt. 2.
Ilene Craft, Rt. 2.
Mrs. C. D. Duke, Rt. 2.
A. V. Skelton, Buford.
L. H. Hill, Brunswick.
Mrs. R. T. Cole, Gainesville.
A. A. Frost, city.
Mrs. E. H. Nunn, Dallas, Tex.
J. S. Ellington, Montgomery, Ala.
W. E. Richardson, San Francisco.
W. H. Holland, San Francisco.
Mrs. L. D. Nicholson, Greensboro.
Mrs. Wm. Mathews, Athens.
J. Omer McDaniel, Hamilton.
Miss Deanie Murpby, Atlanta.
J. H. White, Chicopee.
J. C. Nix, San Francisco.
N. J. Hale, Athens.
Mrs. A. H. Morgan, Talmo.
Mrs. Royce Gee, Gainesville.
Curtis Daniel, Rt. 3.
Mrs. W. C. Palma, Forest Park.
J. A. Jackson, Statham.
Roy C. Jarrett, Avon Park, Fla.
F. R. Wilson, Maysville.
David O. Elder. New York.
Mary Frances Pierce, Charleston
S. C.
Paul Elder, Rt. 2.
Mrs. Charlie Pinion, Ft. Walton,
Fla.
A. N. Blackstock, Rt. 1.
Mrs. Lizzie Wills, Rt. 2.
Y. D. Maddox, city.
SGT. THELMA GRIFFETH
NOW MASTER SGT.
FORT KNOX, Ky.—Seventy-two
members of the Wac company she
had served as First Sergeant for
the past nine months, honored
Master Sergeant Matilda A. Krause,
Route 1, Lincoln, 111., during a spe
cial banquet.
The affair, held at NCO club here,
was a farewell party for the ser
geant who will leave soon for an
overseas assignment. Captain Eliza
beth Wilbern, commanding officer
of the company, a part of the 1550th
Service Command Unit, Station
Complement, presided over the
gathering.
Sgt. Krause came to Fort Knox
on January 30, 1943, and was ele
vated to the first sergeant duties in
the spring of 1944.
Replacing her in the company is
Staff Sergeant Thelma Griffith, Jef
ferson, former supply sergeant for
the unit.
Only In Georgia Are War
Bonds To Be FDR Memorial
ATLANTA. —Only in Georgia
may a special War Bond dedi
cated to Franklin D. Roosevelt
be purchased.
In announcing plans for the sale
of the bond, Jackson P. Dick,
state chairman of the War Fi
nance Committee, explained
that it’s purpose was to com
memorate the close relationship
between the late President and
Georgia, his second home. It is
the answer, Dick added, to
countless requests for such a
memorial.
The bond has a picture of Mr.
Roosevelt in one corner. In
scribed are the words: “This
bond is purchased in the mem
ory of Franklin D. Roosevelt.”
CHAPTER XVIII
“Keep away from that girl!” Mr.
Lanning shouted.
Pierre sucked- in his breath
through swollen wet lips and backed
away from her.
Zorie’s hatred had, in a curious
way, renewed her strength. Her
brain was clear again. She heard
the soft patter of rain on the roof
and the silver wires again dangled
from the eaves.
Then Mr. Stromberg walked into
the room. He said vigorously, “What
goes on here? Where is Steve Dun
can?”
He saw Zorie. He said harshly:
“What is this girl doing here?”
Pierre started to talk, but Mr.
Stromberg cut him short. “Hend
ley,” he said, “what is the meaning
of this?”
Zorie looked about for another
man, but Mr. Lanning answered. “I
will try to explain,” he said.
As he explained, Mr. Stromberg
grew more and more grim.
It must be, Zorie realized, after
four o’clock. It must be almost
dawn. But it was very unlikely that
she would live to see a Waimea
sunrise.
If she could only hold Stromberg
here ... If she could somehow
hold them all here! Long before
this, her disappearance from Ulu
wehi must have attracted attention.
Although she was sure that the ad
miral had not been in Steve’s confi
dence, he must have sensed that
something was afoot. And Paul
must, by this time, have told his
grandfather of that conversation of
Steve’s, Mr. Lanning’s, Pierre’s be-
Jtond the hedge.
If the admiral had recalled how
insistent Steve had been on having
Basil Stromberg at the dinner par
ty, then he would have the key to
the mystery. The admiral would first
look for Mr. Stromberg at his planta
tion house. Not finding him there,
he would logically look for him here.
And if his reasoning brought him
here, it was safe to assume that he
would bring help.
At least, it seemed safe to Zorie.
Then, she reasoned, to save her own
life, to insure the capture of these
thfee men, she had only to detain
them. If they were captured, she
would, in her own way, have car
ried out Steve’s desire to trap the
leading Axis agent in Hawaii.
Mr. Lanning was still lucidly ex
plaining.
“Why,” Mr. Stromberg broke in,
“did you leave that car in front of
this house?”
“I’ll move it,” Mr. Lanning said
hastily.
“I attended to it. You have been
very careless. Hendley. Savoyard,
why weren’t you on watch? An army
could have marched in here! You
two have placed me in an extremely
embarrassing position. You will
have to get off this island at once.
I will give you the address of a
Japanese agent in Waimea. He will
attend to everything.”
“Come along, Pierre,” Mr. Lan
ning said.
“Wait a moment,” said Mr.
Stromberg. “We have something to
settle. Hendley, go out there and
watch at that window.” He turned
back to Zorie. He shook his head
slowly. “Why,” he asked her, “does
an innocent little thing like you have
to get mixed up in an unholy mess
like this?”
She shrugged. “Why not say the
fortunes of war?” she answered.
“That’s what I usually say when I
get into these tight comers.”
Mr. Stromberg was staring at her.
“What do you mean?”
“You might ask Pierre.”
“Pierre?” He whirled around.
“She is Ah-nah Boland!”
“That’s ridiculous!” Mr. Strom
berg said. “It’s . . .’’he stopped.
He turned back to Zorie.
She tilted her head a little. She
was trying to handle the situation as
lightly and as boldly as she believed
Anna Boland would have handled it.
“You can’t possibly be Anna Bo
land,” Basil Stromberg declared.
“Anna Boland was shot by a firing
squad in Berlin six months ago!”
“Maybe,” Pierre said. “And four
nights ago, I threw her off the ‘Sa
moa,’ into the propellers and
drowned her!”
“But I was not shot in Berlin.
And if you will look closely, Mr.
Stromberg,” Zorie said demurely,
“you will see that you haye bagged
rather a rare specimen.”
“This girl is lying,” Mr. Lanning
broke in. “Her resemblance to Anna
Boland is what precipitated all this
trouble. It’s nothing but an amaz
ing coincidence. Until the past fort
night, she spent her whole life in
the little Middle Western college
town of Ellery ton—”
“That is really so amusing,” Zor
ie said, with a soft, little laugh.
“They radioed Berlin, Mr. Strom
berg. What did Berlin say, Mr.
Lanning? ‘Perhaps it was Anna Bo
land’s double that we shot.’ They
radioed Elleryton, where I’ve been
more or less hiding since I got out
of Germany, and Elleryton reported
that I am too smart and a very
suspicious character.”
Mr. Stromberg’s steel-blue eyes
were now very narrow and alert.
“This is most interesting,” he said.
“So you really are Anna Boland.”
“Yes,” said Zorie. “L really am
Anna Boland.”
He pulled a chair toward her and
sat down, facing her.
“I must confess I have always
been very curious about you, Miss
Boland. I am reaiiy shocked.”
“And I,” Zorie answered, as if
she were amused, ”l.av* been rather
curious about you, Mr. Stromberg.
I have the greatest resptct and ad
miration for the work you've been
doing .u in Hawaii. You not
on my side—but I always admire
brilliant work.”
Mr. Stromberg smiled. His face
became red.
“This girl . . .” Mr. Lanning be
gan.
“Hendley,” Mr. Stromberg said
impatiently, “I told you to go out and
watch at that window.”
Mr. Lanning shrugged and walked
out of the room.
“I am most curious to know how
you escaped from the firing squad,”
said Mr. Stromberg.
“But, Mr. Stromberg, is it cus
tomary for you to subject your
guests to such indignities? Am Ia
wild beast that might spring on you
three powerful men and destroy
you?”
“I am so sorry, Miss Boland! Pi
erre! Untie Miss Boland’s hands and
feet at once!”
“All right, Mr. Stromberg. But
watch her! She has slipped out of
tighter corners than this!”
“I don’t believe she will slip out
of this corner,” Mr. Stromberg said
dryly.
Pierre severed the cords that
bound her feet, then the cords that
bound her wrists. Her legs were
numb to the knees, and her arms
were numb to her shoulders. Pierre
took her hands from behind her.
They hung down limp, blue-white
and useless.
It had stopped raining. There was
a glow in the sky.
“So it really was your double that
they caught and shot in Berlin!”
Basil Stromberg exclaimed.
“Yes.”
“Where were you at the time?”
“In Hamburg.”
“Really! This is extremely inter
esting, Miss Boland. And what were j
you doing in Hamburg?”
Zorie lifted her shoulders. “But,
Mr. Stromberg!” she chided him.
A man appeared. He came lurch
ing in the doorway.
“There are so many questions that
I will gladly answer. A few, you
must realize, are professional se
crets.”
“Of course,” he agreed.
The dawn was growing brighter.
The prickling sensation had reached
her wrists and ankles, was begin
ning to enter her hands and feet.
She tried to lift her hands, but she
could not.
“Will you tell me,” Mr. Stromberg
asked, “how you got out of Oslo in
January, 1941?”
“There again,” Zorie answered,
“you are embarrassing me. To an
swer that question, I would impli
cate innocent people.”
He studied her. The prickling
was extending into Zorie’s hands
and fingers. She tried to lift her
hands into her lap. She succeeded,
but the pain almost made her cry
out.
“Ask her,” Mr. Lanning’s voice
came from the living-room, “any
question in German or French, Mr.
Stromberg. Anna Boland, you’ll re
call, spoke nearly every European
tongue.”
“But this girl—”
“Ask her! I insist this girl is not
Anna Boland, Mr. Stromberg. I in
sist she is making a fool of you.”
Mr. Stromberg got up. His large,
handsome face was suddenly red.
“Very well,” he said quietly. He
spoke rapidly to Zorie in German.
He said, in English, “Please answer
that question in either German or
French, Miss Boland.”
“But this is so childish!” Zorie
cried.
It was no use. In the silence, she
would have heard a car if it had
been a mile aw'ay. No car was
coming. It was obvious that Paul
and the admiral had not followed
the line of reasoning she had hoped
they would.
Mr. Stromberg got up and went
to the doorway. He turned and
looked at her.
“Whoever you are,” he said, “I
am awfully sorry for you. Pierre,
come along!”
“And leave her nere in this cab
in?” Pierre protested.
“Come with me.”
The two men went into the other
room and joined Mr. Lanning. Their
voices, so low she could hardly hear !
them, came to Zorie. They were, i
of course, discussing her, deciding j
her fate. She knew that Mr. Lan- !
ning was sorry for her, and she be
lieved that their better natures
would have little weight in their de
cision. They dared not keep her a
prisoner indefinitely. They dared
not set her free. They must give
Pierre the order to dispose of her.
They had no choice! <,'■
She tried to rub her hands to
gether. Sensation was returning to
them, but it took the form of an ag
onizing ache. She tried to stand up.
There were sharp cramping pains in
her feet now. Her ankles would not
support her.
If she could stand up, she could
crawl through the window. She
could crawl away and hide some
where. It was her only chance.
She made another effort at getting
up. Her legs gave way. When she
tried to grasp the seat of the chair
and push herself up, her hands
slipped off. They had no strength.
Flashes of pain went through them.
Panting, she rested a moment.
The three men were arguing.
Zorie saw the kitchen door slowly
opening. She thought it was being
blown open by the wind, but there
was no wind.
A man appeared. He came lurch
ing into the doorway. A knifelike
pain seemed to twist her heart. The
man stood, swaying, with his head
sagging.
His head, his face, his clothing
were a mass of shining purple-red
mud. What she could see of his
face, under the mud, was battered
almost beyond recognition. Blood
and mud were indistinguishably in
termingled.
Zorie stopped the scream as it
rose in her throat. She whispered:
Steve!”
He carried in one hand two metal
objects so covered with red mud
that it was hard to recognize them.
He stared at her blearily. She
realized that he was so groggy he
could hardly stand. He must have
been lying half conscious in mud all
this time. He must have called on
superhuman effort to keep this ap
pointment with Basil Stromberg.
He stood, swaying drunkenly, star
ing at Zorie out of bloodshot, blurred
blue eyes. With his head sagging,
his arms limply beside him, his
whole body caked with mud, he was
even more frightening than Pierre
had been.
Steve Duncan came lurching to
ward her. He moved as deliberate
ly, as stiffly, as clumsily as a robot.
He paused beside her and peered
into her shocked white face. He
dropped one of the revolvers or pis
tols into her lap.
In a strange, rumbling voice, he
said: “Use this, baby.”
Her relief was so great that a
spasm of hysteria shot through her.
He staggered drunkenly past her
and into the living-room. A sense
of warmth and strength flowed mag
ically into her. Steve Duncan was,
suddenly, more than a man that
she loved. He was Man—the un
defeatable. Beaten and battered and
left for dead in the red mud, he
had made himself get up and come
here.
She thought: “We’ll probably not
get out of this alive, but I’ve seen
the most glorious thing in my life.
I’ve seen a man who was beaten to
death refuse to accept it. I’ve seen
a man prove that mankind can’t be
beaten down!”
The man was in the next room,
saying in his strange, rumbling, un
earthly voice: “Hands up—all of
you!”
There was a sudden, short silence.
It was followed by an outburst of
sound. A gun went off. There were
other sounds.
Zorie was trying to pick up the
revolver or the pistol in her lap.
But her hands were useless. She
thought of what Steve had done—
the agonies he must have gone
through to get here.
She tried to stand up. There oc
curred, in the next room, a splinter
ing sound, and a thump, as a door
burst open.
She saw them from the window.
There were three of them—Steve,
Pierre and Mr. Lanning, all locked
together, a straining mass of muddy
men. Their feet slid about in the
red mud.
With a superhuman effort, she
picked up the gun in her lap. It
slid out of her hand. She reached
down for a handful of her sun
pleated evening dress. She tried to
swab the mud off the gun.
She watched the fighting men. She
wondered where Basil Stromberg
was.
The three men were still locked
together, floundering about in the
mud, with Pierre and Mr. Lanning
striking at Steve. There was a re
volver in Mr. Lanning’s right hand.
Steve’s hand was closed tightly
about Mr. Lanning’s wrist. His hand
holding the revolver was above his
head and the revolver was pointing
to the sky.
Pierre stepped away. He reached
t up for the revolver and pulled it out
of Mr. Lanning’s hand. Then he
stepped back. He started to circle
about them.
Mr. Lanning had one arm about
Steve’s neck. With the hand that
had been holding the revolver, he
swung repeatedly at Steve’s face.
They spun about in the mud.
Zorie found herself on her feet
with the automatic pistol in her
hand. She did not know how she
had got to her feet, or how her hand
had acquired the strength to grasp
the pistol. t
She moved with dragging steps
toward the living-room. She passed
through the doorway. She saw Mr.
Stromberg lying near the front doer
cn his back, with one arm thrown
over his eyes.
THE JACKSON HERALD, JEFFERSON, GEORGIA
WAR SPENDING IS SLASHED
10 PER CENT, 0. C. D. ABOLISHED
WASHINGTON.—President Tru
man has recommended a 10 per cent
slash in war spending and pledged
further economies as the military
situation improves.
The executive proposed a $7,365,-
000,000 cutback in shipbuilding, and
an $80,000,000 reduction in eight
war agency budgets. In addition, 1
he abolished the Office of Civilian
Defense.
Mr. Truman said he was impell
ed by “favorable progress of the
war.” He sent his recommendations
to Congress with the advice that all
federal activities “will be continual
ly reviewed to achieve economies
where they will not interfere with
the prosecution of the war.”
The reductions would be applied
to the 1946 budget, last submitted
by Franklin D. Roosevelt. As it stands
now, the budget calls for approxi
mately $70,000,000,000 for war ex
penditures and $13,103,000,000 for
normal functions.
The President was commended
immendiately by Senator Butler,
Republican, Nebraska, “for taking
the initial step in cutting expendi-1
COMMERCE SEEKS
A NEW HOTEL
A committee of prominent busi
ness men of the city of Commerce,
with Mose Gordon chairman, is
studying plans whereby that city
may have anew and up-to-date
hotel. Commerce has had no hotel
since fire destroyed the hotel build
ing several year ago. Good eating
places may be found in that city,
but there is a definite need for a
place where the transient public
may spend the night.
A pdot of ground, known as Spen
cer Park, belonging to the Com
merce U. D. C. Chapter, is being
considered as one of the suitable lo
cations for a hotel.
EXPECT 250,000 ENTRIES
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ment is expected to have 250,000
entries before it closes April 15.
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tures which appear unnecessary.”
Senator McKeller, Democrat, Ten
nessee, acting chairman of the Sen
ate Appropriations Committee, said:
“We’ll do everything in the world
to help the President reduce expen
ditures.”
Mr. Truman specificaally urged
repeal of an appropriation of $3,-
100,000,000 and $4,265,000,000 in con
tract authorizations for the Mari
time Commission.
He directed that OCD go out of
business June 30 and its budget re
quest be recinded.
Here are the specific additional
cuts proposed:
0W1—512,100,000.
WP8—58,894,000.
Censorship—s 4
0DT—53,300,000.
Petroleum Admniistration for
War—s34s,ooo.
Federal Security Agency—s43,-
710,400.
War Manpower Commission—s9,-
339,900.
Office of Scientific Research—
sl3,2oo,ooo.
T0ta1—595,689,300.
REUNION OF E. L.
HOLLAND FAMILY
Commerce News
The family of Mr. and Mrs. E.
L. Holland, including all children
and grandchildren with one ex
ception,, gathered at the Holland
home just south of Commerce, Mon
day night for supper and to greet
Lt. Thomas H. Holland, just re
turned from service overseas.
This was the first gathering of the
entire family for three years. Those
present were: Rev. and Mrs. Harvey
Holland and daughter of Athens,
Chief Petty Officer Wilmer H. Hol
land and wife of Spartanburg, S. C.,
Mr. and Mrs. Frank Clements of
Atlanta, Mr. and Mrs. Robert L.
Holland and family and Mrs. Eva
Argo of Shelbyville, Tenn., Mr. and
Mrs. George Holland and two
daughters of Atlanta, and Lt. and
Mrs. Thomas H. Holland and son of
Commerce.