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Newspaper Page TextHOUSTON HOME JOURNAU. PERRY, GEORGIA „ Hospitality for Our Over-Night Guests By RUTH WYETH SPEARS COME people have a talent for making guests comfortable and they are not always the people with big houses and what used to be called a “spare room” for company. I thought of this one morning as I sat propped up on a perfectly comfortable folding cot eating breakfast from a tray. When not in use my cot was stored in the hall under the in genious frame sketched here. This I CABINET WITH MIRROR ! nr J k UJ j PINE DOOR SITS ON TOP HI I \ FRAME WITH SHELF FOR / (Jj FITS OYER COTIII frame had a full skirted cover of blue donim trimmed in red and blue flowered chintz. The medi cine closet on top stood on feet made of spools glued in place; and was painted red inside and out. On the cabinet shelves were cleansing tissue and other useful things. • • * NOTE: In Mrs. Spears' Books 5 and 6 you will find directions for streamlining old-fashioned couches and chairs, as well as many other suggestions for bringing your home up-to-date. Also directions for designing and making rugs; hooked, braided and crocheted; each book has 32 pages of pictures and directions. Send order tp: MRS. RUTH WYETH SPEARS Drawer 10 Bedford Hills New York Enclose 20c for Books 5 and 8. Name Address Pull the Trigger on Lazy Bowels, and Comfort Stomach, too When constipation brings on acid in digestion, stomach upset, bloating, dizzy spells, gas, coated tongue, sour taste and had breath, your stomach is probably “crying the blues” because your bowels don’t move. It calls for Laxative-Senna to pull the trigger on those lazy bowels, combined with Syrup Pepsin to save your touchy stomach from further dis tress. For years, many Doctors have used pepsin compounds as vehicles, or car riers to make other medicines agreeable to your stomach. So he sure your laxa tive contains Syrup Pepsin. Insist on Ur. Caldwell’s Laxative Senna combined with Syrup Pepsin. See how wonderfully 1 he Laxative Senna wakes up lazy nerves and muscles in your intestines to bring welcome relief from constipation. And the good old Syrup Pepsin makes this laxative so comfortable and easy on your stomach. Even finicky children love the taste of this pleasant family laxative. Huy Dr. Caldwell’s Laxative Senna at your druggist today. Try one laxative that comforts your stomach, too. Magic in Home There is magic in that little word “home”; it is a mystic circle that surrounds comforts and vir tues never known beyond its hal lowed limits.—Southey. FOR HEAD COLDS Just 2 drops Pen- rus U ou * erro Nose Drops * * * ,uin uu ' will instantly start dogging miseries youoiuhc open- « of*co, ~ rus h En vitalizing fll L scry - , f healing air. Remember, free «nd easy breath mg takes the kick out of head colds— helps cut down the time these colds lung on. So, for extra, added freedom from colds tills winter head oil head colds’ misery with genuine Penctro Nose Drops, Youth Through Spirit If spirit wills, the heart need not grow old; we live by thought and feeling, not by days.—L. Mitchell Hodges. id ,11 uunnnEi ] BEACONS of —SAFETY— • Like a beacon light on the height the advertise ments in newspapers direct you to newer, better and easier ways of providing the things needed or . desired. It shines, this beacon of newspaper advertising—and it will be to your advantage to fol low it whenever you make a purchase. N hidden BBtIIFREDERIC F. VAN DE WATE_R ® vv P h. A u. &Vrv T ic« CHAPTER XlV—Continued —ls— I point out,” Miss Agatha Usked politely, “that Everett Ferri ter also had access to that machine —and a latchkey to this flat?” Shannon did not seem to hear her. j He said: “I’ll be taking that typewriter •long, too, Miss Paget. We’ve found your nephew’s fingerprints on the keys and space bar. He it was who J used it last. I’m sorry but—we’re taking him in, for further question i ing.” Still holding her aunt’s hand, Al legra felt with the other for a chair I and sat down. Miss Agatha moved I ever so little. Her head lifted. A quiet, more impressive than bluster, j was in her voice. “Just one thing, Captain Shannon, j I’m the oldest living member of the Paget family. It has influence in [ New York.” Beneath his breath, the policeman mumbled something. Miss Agatha went on: “That is not a threat, though you may think so. You’re wholly with in your rights in arresting Grove, but”—the fine old head, the pre cise voice went a shade higher— “but if you maltreat my nephew, if you step over any single one of his legal rights, if you or any of your tribe lay a finger on him while you’re ‘questioning,’ I shall see to it that more than a finger falls on you, sir. “I’ve lived,” Miss Agatha ended, “more years in New York than I care to confess. If you misuse your authority, I shall misuse my influ ence. And never,” she added, with i an oddly mirthful puckering of her eye wrinkles, “think I haven’t got it.” The bell rang as she ceased, as though her words had smitten some invisible bull’s-eye. Shannon’s face softened a trifle. He looked at her with respect and an unwilling trace of amusement. “Miss Paget,” he began, “you’re a—” I think he intended to compliment her but he was interrupted. A rud dy-faced, elderly gentleman, slight ly out of breath and more than a little ruffled, entered. He put on black-corded glasses to glare at Shannon and me and then beamed through them at Miss Agatha. The old lady gave a slow smile of tri umph, “Tertius,” she said, as though he were a late comer to a reception, “this is very good of you. Captain Shannon, this is Senator Groesbeck, my attorney. I think I can leave Grove safely in your joint care.” I acknowledged introduction to the Senator who seemed to regard ev eryone but Miss Agatha with the justifiable suspicion of a corporation counsel who had been hauled out of bed into a murder case. Then I said: “I’ll be going now, Miss Paget. Good night.” “Thank you, David,” she said and looked at me hard. I ducked my head toward Alleg ra, barely meeting her eyes. I think S she started to follow me to the door, 1 but her aunt, whose hand she still held, stayed her. As I departed, j Miss Agatha called after me: “Nine o’clock tomorrow, David. Or rather, today.” She was not one whose purposes 1 were lightly thwarted. CHAPTER XV Shannon and his prisoner had drawn the reporters away from the Morello. An empty taxi stood at the curb. I recall iittle of my ride home. I knew, as I got out of the cab, that I was out on my feet. I would | not have thought of Cochrane and of what the new tragedy meant to him, and me, if I had not seen the telephone in Mrs. Shaw’s hall. I hesitated and then called the Press. I got Jerry. I could not match his elation. He had reached the Mo rello just after I had entered. Duke, he confided, had been angry at my reticence. Cochrane now was wait ing word from the Press man at headquarters, whither Grove had been taken. I told him briefly what I knew, withholding only my fore knowledge that Grove had had a key 1 to the Ferriter flat, nor did I cite i that apparently disembodied voice j I had heard at Mine’s. I was too wegry to be discreet otherwise. The ache in my bones had crept into : my mind and clogged my tongue. When I had finished, I heard Coch rane’s chuckle. “We’ll hang it on the town again, j Dave. I’ll meet you at noon tomor ! row in that beanery near the Morel ! 10. f have tidings to impart, my lad. They’ll interest you.” I wondered, as I pulled myself upstairs, whether anything ever could interest me again. I slept so soddenly that when I woke, I had all the symptoms of a hang-over ex cept the memory of revelry. Coffee eased my head and food ballasted my uneasy stomach. I read, as I ate, Cochrane’s deft story In the Press. I wished that he had been a shade less authoritative con cerning what had taken place in the Paget apartment, but it was a well-handled fnrn, scrupulously fair as far as yXnn\g Paget was con cerned. Hi frus still held as a ma terial witness. Which meant, I knew, tti-t, so far, tat had not talked. I felt better when I reached the Morello and entered under the wist ful eyes of a half-dozen evening newspaper men, none of whom I knew, but I found when Eddie Hoyt spoke to me that my nerves were raw and my temper hair-trigger. “Lissen, Dave,” he begged, as he went with me to the elevator, “you don’t think this young Paget really done it?” “No,” I snapped. “Do you?” He blinked at my violence. “No offense,” he said earnestly. “Only, Dave, if there’s anything I can do for that old lady, I’d do it if I went to jail for it. See? She’s been real good, to me. Remember that, willya? There’s something pho ny about this hull thing, I can feel it, Dave.” “You’re telling me?” I asked as he let me off. Eddie nodded toward the Paget door. “This here Ferriter, the one that’s left,” he whispered, “is in there now. He come about a half-hour ago. Fineman tells me his sister took on when they blew in and heard what had happened kinda historical. They didn’t stay here last night.” “Now that’s funny, isn’t it?” I jeered and pressed the Paget bell. “Not to me it ain’t,” said Hoyt, ducking back into the car. Annie let me in and motioned me into the workroom. Miss Paget, the maid said, was busy, but she’d see me in a few minutes. I sat down “That is not a threat, though you may think so.” and stared at the four dim circles on the desk top where the typewriter had stood. I thought of Lyon and of the voice I had heard—unless I were screwy —issuing from the booth at Mine’s last night. Could it have been only last night? Was it really yesterday afternoon that Lyon and I had fenced? I found myself sitting straighter. That broken epee point had not been accident. The plan had been to kill me while Everett searched my room and removed damaging evidence. What evidence? I groaned and heard Lyon Ferriter come along the hall. He was a shade more gaunt but his smile was cordial and his easy drawling manner fitted him like a long used glove. Once more, his voice and appearance overthrew my suspicion so violently that I found myself offended by his poise. “Good morning,” he said. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” “Or I you,” I answered. He frowned and shrugged his wide, stooped shoulders. “No,” he agreed, lowering his voice, “I made an error in coming. I don’t think there’s anything in the etiquette book to fit just this situation. People can hardly be normal in such circum stances. I’ve taken enough on the chin in my time to fortify me a bit, but lone”—his voice softened as he spoke of her—“is all apart again.” “I can understand that,” I told him. He nodded. “Of course you do.” He paused and I felt his further words were a belated retort to Miss Agatha Pag et. “After all, we are the—bereaved. Poor old Everett. I can’t imagine why Grove—” He overplayed his hand. For the first time, I thought I caught the faint sound of duplicity in his speech. His martyred air irked me. I felt my brain light up and was canny enough to wait an instant, curbing myself, before I said: “I can’t imagine that Grove did it.” Lyon looked at me quite carefully and then shrugged again. “Fortunately,” he said, “this time my alibi is endorsed. I only know what the police, and witnesses, say.” “Sure,” I answered, “and I don’t suppose you can imagine how Grove got a key to your flat?” If that reached him, he did not show it. He seemed to be thinking of something that his long brown face quite hid, before he said: “That is not true. I came here this morning to tell Miss Paget that I would make affidavit that I gave Grove that key.” “Which,” I told him, “comes un der the head of chivalrous perjury.” It was good to throw pretense aside at last and speak my thought. “Miss Ferriter,” I went on, “gave—” He lifted a hand so sharply that I stopped. “My sister,” he said, and I felt now that he was wholly candid, "is to be kept out of this tragedy if I have to go further than—chivalrous perjury. She has suffered more than enough, already.” His emphasis threw me out of my stride fdr an instant. “All right,” 1 told him. “You gave Grove a key. Let it go at that. I hope when he opens up he tells the same story. You gave him the key. How does that explain his presence in your flat last night at the time of your brother’s — suicide?” He smiled at the stress I laid on the last word and that made me an grier. “It doesn’t,” he said. “No one knows why he was there—except, possibly, poor old Everett.” “Your sister knows,” I said, tin gling. “Maybe you do, too.” “Are you,” he drawled, “trying to be offensive?” “It’s no effort,” I assured him. “Everett committed suicide. No doubt he had his reasons. He left the note they found on Grove. No doubt you know what it means. Grove is that way about your sister. That’s why he had a key. He’s in this jam on her account while you—” A voice behind Lyon cut through my angry speech and checked it. “Would you mind,” it asked, “stepping a little aside, Mr. Ferri ter? I thought you had gone.” He obeyed. Miss Agatha sat be hind him in her wheel chair. Her bleak face daunted Lyon who was as nearly ill at ease as I had ever seen him. “Yes,” he stammered, “I should have gone—some time ago,” and without further glance at me, hur ried down the hall. The door slammed. The old lady turned her head and looked at me and again I marveled at the resilience of her crippled body. Not even the plight of her beloved nephew had dulled her eyes, or shaken her voice. I was still too angry to read omen in her regard. “I gather,” she said, “Mr. Ferri ter has been telling you he gave Grove that latchkey.” “I can gather,” I snarled, “that he’s willing to crucify a silly kid for the sake of lone’s good name— if any.” My violence seemed to soothe her. Her face softened a little. She said dryly: “I’m glad you’re so strenuous, David. Something has happened that Allegra and I want to ask you about.” I was so dumb that her words heartened me. I thought that they were going to ask for counsel and I forgot my recent wrath. Perhaps that sacrificial yearning I had felt in Allegra’s presence wasn’t so idi otic after all. I might yet serve her. “I’m grateful to you both,” I told Miss Agatha. Again, she gave me that puzzled stare. I thought she was going to ask a question but she turned her head instead and called: “Allegra.” I heard the girl come down the hall. Something made me faintly uneasy. I forgot my qualm when she entered the room. I got up. Worry had hardened her. Her face was white. Her eyes endured mine so indifferently that I wondered if this could be the girl I had kissed a few hours ago. She was immune to my smile; she was deaf to my greeting. She looked from me to her aunt, who gave a prompting nod. In Allegra’s clenched hand, a paper crackled. Her voice had the same impersonal sound as she asked, looking straight at me again: “Do you know a man named Law rence Duke?” I could feel it coming. I knew now that it wasn’t just anxiety for her brother that had bleached and hardened her. There was sweat in my palms and my voice sounded hoarse to me as I said: “Yes.” Allegra gave her head a quick lit tie jerk and unfolded the paper sh« held. ' “I don’t,” she told me with quiet scorn, “but he writes on the letter head of the Sphere: ‘Dear Madam: Perhaps you are unaware that your escort of tonight is a reporter on the Press in disguise.’ ” Miss Agatha asked: “Is that true, David?” “As far as it goes,” I told her and there was a sudden dullness in the clever old eyes. I had no tim« to explain for Allegra said and her voice cut; “You have been stealing my aunt’s generosity and my—friend ship.” “No,” I said. “You are a reporter for th« Press?” “Only on probation,” I said. In her voice I heard the anger ol trust betrayed. It angered me. ] wheeled about and picked up mf hat and coat. The girl said: “A stool pigeon.” That stung. I ignored her pm' posely and turned to Miss Agath*, who had not stirred. /TO BE CONTINUED* €f rMS! 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