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/ r' / V- The Clinton Chronicle, Clinton, S. C^ Thursdny, January ig, 1934 This Week h AaTHim Brbbanb hxWEDDING MARCH MURDER by MONTE BARREH I New. Methods, Much Monej Guaranteed Deposits Roosevelt Tells Them Another High Trip The President says “we have nnd«v taken new aiethods,” and we have with a ventreance. “We.” meaning 123.000,- OdO Americans, led by the President, will spend this conilna year. In various useful ways, $1,000,000,000 a month, or at the rate of $12,000,000,000 a year. Tom Reed, when speaker of the hou8e.*yelled because the country spent $500,000,000 In| one year. What would he say of $1,000,000,000 a month? Twelve billions In a year Is a great deal of money, but It Is not too much; not enough. If well spent, to drive out depression and bring back employ ment We sent $10.00().(X)0.000 to Europe, never to come back, and spent $20,000,- 000,000 more for other people’s.war on top of that We might well spend some of eur billions productively, at home. Copyrtsbu 1»«. by th« Bobb#-Martin Co. ^ WNUSwvlcfc - f Mr. Walter J. flummlngs, chairman of the Federal Deposit Insurance cor- poraflon, says the situation as regards security of bank de|)oalt8 should be made clear. The facts are that all na tional banks miiST Tlepnstt- certain" moneys to be used to guarantee all bank deposits up to $2,500 and have done so. State banks are not com pelled to enter this arrangement, but may do so If they please. It Is a pleasure to announce that throughout the whole country only .400 or .500 state hanks have refu.sed to join In the^ jilan for guarantetdng deposits. Thirteen thousand banks, all the na tional banks and nearly all state banks, are Included in tlie guarantee. In selecting your hank you proiiahly will select a national l.ank or a state bank CHAPTER I Death in the Study Romethlitg had gone wrong. The bridesmaid on the left.^pCnrdigan. did not know her nan>e* then—glanced backward, hesitantly. The procession •lowed its solemn march. A stir of uneasiness was somehow transmitted to .the crowded pews. There was a vague bustling through out the church, polite, muffled, yet there, like the restless whispering of leaves, even audible against the ma jestic organ tones of Lohengrin’s “Wed-- ding March.” Peter Cardigan sensed It from fils pew deep In the nave of the church and smiled at the fancy he thcmghL had +)etraye(l him. What could l>e wrong? Mis novelist’s mind pictured the many services conJure<l from the corners of the world by Cnrmody wealth to Insure the perfection of de tail which had been the lieritage of Carmody brides since New York was young. It had seemed strange to Cardigan for .Tim F'ranklin to he marrying Am brose Carmody’s daughter. Ihit then. Jim had tasm a stranger to him for seventeen years. When Peter Cardt^ gan knew him, .11m Franklin had^heen liTw In which your deposits np jto $2.5(t() will l>e guaranteed by the governinent If plan. The banker will tell yem rf h* has not joined the guarantee plan. The President.has told congress and the nation just exactly what he has b€S‘n doing since the fourth of March, and even Hepiihlienns will admit that he had something to tell. A l»ag containing d(K),(KN) euhle fp«'t of gas carried MiiJ(*r Kordney <*f the marine corps and Lieutenant Settle of the navy more than Ol.tKSi feet Into the air. They plan another flight Into the ratpspliere. witli a l)alh»oii of L.5<MV OtX) cubic fHi, and h(*pe t«> go up 15 miles or n»ore. Tliat exploration may lead to plans for bringing down supplies of that which is the llf»‘'giving quality of the atmosphere, for distribution as ne»‘ded. Real exploration of the air ocean above, us will begin when men go up iMiween 400 and Wk) miles and look out from our attenuated atmosphere Into the “absolute z.ero” of the ether, or whatever the substance Is that fills all 8i)fice between this group of solar systems and the uehulae. This nation has recognized Russia, and now Russia discovers nine new sources of gold, all capable of being worked Immediately. These Russian gold sources. If richly productive, will soften the hearts of ^our., •i)eHt ml ads” that think Russia should not be recog nized. Also the discovery o? gold will atrengthen Russian belief, hound to come sooner or later, that i>erhupa Karl Marx did not know lM‘st. What quinine Is to malaria, gold, “yellow and cold,” is to communism. Mussolini believes that war is prob able, even should the wicked Japanese never, sail through the air^ against Rome. He Is giving military training ta„2,000,UU0 young Itallah boys. Tlie United States, while not entire ly happy yet, Is happier than other countries, if that Is any comfort. Italy, worrying about .lapan, talks of a “Jai)anese niena«'e." T'he Italian chamber of deputies Is told “Japan to day Invades China. Inspired by race hatred, slie w ill plan tomorrow against wlilte men.” That Is the view of Marquis (JIa- coroo Medld del V'ascello, who sees ilanger In the East. Nobody la Amer ica Imagines Japan flying over tiie Mediterranean to attack the Italian ■peninsula, but anything Is possible ^tb airplanes. a young attorney. Just out of acb(H)l, laying the first foundation of his career in the liard experience of the police courts. Peter, witlioiit realizing it. had been laying some foim- dation stones of his own in flnise days, for that was wlien he was a poli<'e reporter and fiefore lie had tiecorue famous as a writer of iiest-selllng inys terles, as well as for tlie occasional Solving of (uie in real life. That WHS seventeen years ago. Now Jim Franklin was marrying Doris (’arinody. If tliere was anything to tliese newspaper stories, he would tie the next governor of New York, too. Ridiculous to think tiuit anything c<mld he wrtuig! Afid yet, the proces sion was scarcely moving now. I>oetor Aliernatliy, nv-for of St. Matthew’s, stood i»y the diolr steps and wiindered. Everylliing had gone off well |Ui the reliearsai. Wliaf Imd TuippenlSd now Where w as the tiride groom? i’lie rector was troufiled about the quarrel he had wllne.s.sed in tlie sacris ty, too. Wliat an odd setting for a quarrel! Tlie sacristy of a diurch, just before a wedding. Too, he had tried to question tlie strange woman wiio lind quarreled with the bride groom. For a moment his suspldons had been aroused. Rut psltaw, Frank lin WHS all right! ^Nothing like that could happen to DoHs Carmody. The generosity of her ancestors had made this fashionable old church possible. No. there could he nothing wrong. Things like that didn’t happen to peo ple like the Carmodys. The suspicion with which the good doctor had mo mentarily regarded tiuit scene had flickered brightly, for a tnoment, and as quickly died. Hut not died, either. The distrust with which he had re garded that quarrel was recalled very vividly DOW. What should he have done? Notified the bride’s father? He ha<^ thought of that—and yet—what could he have said? Th<^H|cumstance of a quarrel was not sut^^Lt to ques tion the propriety of _^^^dding, at least wiiere there was no question of morals Involved. No, the rector re flected, there was nothhtg he could Lave done. ... ('allls Shipley was worried What I Scientists tHdleve that “cons<iou8 life” as we earth-microhes know It, would be Impossible on other planets, because of excessive heat or cold, or lack of water or oxygen. Hut If na ture can arrange earth life to survive under water as llsh do, under the earth as worms do, at the eijuator and Id the Arctic regions, why not on tha sun, In spite of Jeans’ statements that the solar temperature reaches 40,000,- 000 degrees centijfrade? The administration announces that from eighteen to twenty million work ers are now operating under NRA regulation of work, hours and wages, controlled by 182 codes. The Yrouble seems to have been that this country had too much of •Torytbing. Government seeks to. ar range that by distributing many bll- Mona of doilara. and plowing under miniona of acrea. A nation or Indi- Tldual that has “too much** of orery- thing ought not to worry Coo much As for cold, H has always boon a *M>bU*s foot* auperatltlon, without teal ImporCanes, except for thoee that And Web bad walkedrout. Ref ore the ceremony! Doris swallowed the lump that rose, unbidden. In her throat. < She glanced about, fearful lest a telltale tremor had revealed her hurt pride. But no one had noticed. Her father, beside her. muttered something under his breath. Had something gone wrong? Half-way down the aisle, she could see her hrij||^aid8. Why (fid they walk so sloa^V^ She thought of Sii Franklin. What was he like, really? She wondered If brides always felt so strange toward the men they were going to marry? Sometimes he looked so old. Yet he wag only eighteen years older than she. Lots of girls married men much older than that. -That waf no real bar to love. And he was going to be the next governor. She was proud of him. And she loved him, too. She felt sure of that. Oh, why didn’t they hurry? What was wrong with Dad? . . . Ambrose Carmody was proud of the Slender gracefulness of bis daughter- proud of “that Carmody look" she had. There was something about the well-bred sleekness of this gathering that was soothing to his sense of the fitness of things. Other parts of the city changed, even Wall Street had Its ups and downs, but the Carmodys and their friends went on like—like old St. Matthew’s itself. It pleased him ni hare to get you home. ■ 1*11 after things beck there. Well find Rylie. He’ll take yon home.** “No, I want tp go to him.** The girl hurried her father’a dragging steps. “You can’t—do anything, my dear. It’s too late for that**,. Ambroae gripped his daughter’a arm In gently firm fingers. “He’s dead.” Doris did not cry, then. She' was too dazed for that And It seemed to her that she had known, from the mo ment her father bad come to her in the vestibule. She was conscious, for the first time, of the curious throng outside. "I want to go to him. Dad," she re peated. Fifteen hundred wedding guests sat stunned In their pews. They seemed unwilling to believe Doctor Aber nathy's statement. ”J\'liat did be say? Tell me again,** the [ woman beside I'eter Cardigan STICKLER FOR MOTHER “Mother, It’s polite always to say tThank you’ for anything. Isn’t It?” “Yes, dear.” “And It’s rude to speak with your mouth full, Isn’t it?” “Certainly.” _^W*^^then mother, If I say ‘Thank my mouth full, am I polita at a sought confirmation of the astounding - - . . . j nathy. He hesitated. lof>king at the to ro,,,o.,nspritltirtlt^n.trtf^ 1«<L hrldo.^ had happened to Jhii Franklin? Where wag Nick Royce? ('allig was the first bridesmaid on the left. At the re hearsal, the bridegroom and the best man had entered at the first notes of the organ, and waited at the choir steps for the procession that moved slowly down the aisle. Why hadn’t she thought to stn* If he were there before she started? She had l>een a third -wof the way down. hef(»re she realized he was musing. Several sec onds gllpiwMl past, and still he did not come. Callls glanced hack, hurriedly. The rest of tlie procession was falter ing, too, murktiig time, almo.st. Why didn’t he copie? She suddenly realized she "was afraid. ^Where was Uylle ('’armody? What had Web Si)ear8 meant? Some thing terrible had happened! She knew It! If she only could have found Ry lie! .. . (tutside, on Carmody avenue, a po liceman puslied back the curious throng that waited to glimpse *.the bride. A Carmody! And Jim Frank lin. He’ll l)e the next governor, too. “You’ll have fo-keep moving. Miss.” laid the ofiicer. The pretty woman In blue struggled through the jostling crowd. . . . .Doris CaXPiody was thinking of Web ster Si)ear8—"Web," whom she had known all - her life, whom she might efeii now have l>een marrying, If things bad turned out only a little differently. Why had Web walked out of the church, without remaining to see the weddinfi? What had he said About her brother, Rylie? That he would have stopped the wedding? That was ridiculous. • Wasn’t Rylie right there in the church? But the girl's thoughts never lin gered on her brother. With unex pected bitterness they reverted to Web. Didn't be realize that she hid tlyaja been fond of him, too? His father and hari had been partnera, just aa th^ fathera had been, before them. Juat contributed the land - on which this church sttM>d. His father had married hjs mother here. He had waited at that altar for a young bride in white, him self, not so many years ago. i What were they waiting for? P’roni his position in the vestibule, he peered down the aisle. It seemed that the news. “The wedding has been imsfponed,” Peter told her, and made bis way toward the door. At first, the novelist hid no thought but to hurry away ahead of the crowd Now he hesitated. Something serious ^ must be wrong. After all, Jim Frank lin and he had been friends Ih the past. Perhaiw he could be of some service. He feilowed Carmody and his daughter into the sacristy In time to hear him ask, ‘‘How did it happen? Where is be?” “In the study," replied Doctor Aber- “Ht*s Daad.“ bridesmaids had halted, near the half way mark. No, not halted, but they might as well have. Too slow. “What’a wrong?” He asked one of the ushers, a young man with a vacu ous puzzled expression. “They’re waiting for the bridegroom, sir.” “Waiting! Why should they wait? Where is he? Tell him to step up." “He’s in the sacristy, sir. We’ve no way to tell him." Ambrose Carmody eyed the young man sharply. In his office they learned to find a way. Then he realized they weren’t in his office. This was Doris’ wedding. “Can’t you dash around and jog him up?*’ he sngge{ited. In a tone far more suave than his expression. The yining man disappeared out the vestibule. Doctor Abernathy waited Impa tiently at the choir steps. The organ was repeating the march, more slowly now, as the puzzled organist endeav ored to catch the rhythm of the pro cession, without success, '^e church was whlsi>ering with ' speculation. Where previously only, a few had st'nsed something amiss, new all were uneasy. In the vestibule, some one tugged at Ambrose Carmody’s arm. “Well?” The old man’s nerves were on edge. * _ _ ’ Then be noticed the strained white look of the youngster’s face and fol lowed him out to the steps. “What’s wrong?” he wanted to ask. Why didn’t the boy speak? But he said nothing. Suddenly, he knew he was afraid to ask. “Something—something terrible has hap|>ened, Mr. Carmody.” Ambrose nodded. In a way. It was a relief to know. “Franklin”—the young man hesi tated over the words—“Franklin has been killed. Doctor Abernathy told me to tell you. He said you’d better get Doris home." “Killed!" Ambrose’s brain was echo- Tng, dully, “killed." But the force of the blow had numbed him. His feet fumbled with the steps, and he groped hia way to his daughter’s side. “We’re going around back," he told her. “Rut. Dad—” . Then she read the shock In hia face and followed him, wondering. He met the usher, atlU on the steps. “Where’s Rylie?" he asked. *T want him to take hia slater home." Again he turned to his daughter. Poor little Doris! Ho found himself groping for words to tell her. She spared him that “What Is tt Dad? Jim—he’a not hurt—or any thing?" That seemed to reliere the etraln. “He’s—he's l)een kllltMl,” he faltered. “.Murdered!" Cardigan followed • the stunned group Into the rector's study. They had need of him here. Sprawled on his back, beside the rector’s desk, was the bridegroom, Jim Franklin. A limp hand still clutched at the desk leg. His other arm was flung across the rumpled rug. A sod den stain crept across his vest and darkened the slAen lining of his cut away. His collar, torn hK>ae on one side, curled gndesqiiely awry, grim sjitibol of the man's last struggle. Doctor Al>ernathy gazed In horror at the Imdy on the floor. Reside the desk stood Nicholas Rbyce. I’eter tiad known “Nick” in file old news|>a|»er days. Now Nick was manayfirig editor of. Topics, the tabloid with the largest circulation In .New York. He bad been the dead man's best, friend—was to have been his best man. Nlf'k nodded at Peter, in nvoghlHon. ’’I’ll call the |>olice,” he said. “When did this happen?" Doctor Abernathy found bis voice at last. “About five minutes ago, I should judge,” Nick replied with one hand over the transmitter. Then ,he got his connection and reported the crime to the police, before turning again to the rector. “I followed you to the door,” be con tinued. leaning against the desk easily, as though unconscious of the dead man. so near at hand. “I left tha door ajar, and kept my eye on you. so we’d know when to start in. Jim was behind me. in the entrance of the study. 1 thought. I heard nothing (in- usual. I never realized anything was wrong until the ’Wedding March' be gan. Then I said. ‘All set, Jim.' hut be never answered me. When I turned to call him again the door , from the sacristy Into the study was closed. “I thought that was strange, hut I still wasn’t suspicious. Not until I. tried the door,.and found it locked. “Of course, then I knew aometiMng was wrong. I ran around the out side. to the rear door. It was open. I found Jim—like this." “But why didn’t you let ui knowT’ demanded Ambrose Carmody. who had left his daughter with members of the family In the sacristy, and entered the room during ifoyc^’a reci|tal. “We had no idea What was wrong. We were In the midst of the wedding march— the girls were half-way down the aisle.” Koyoe shrugged. “I forgot about that,” he confessed. “I was busy- phoning.” , ^ “Phoning?” Ambrose Carmody’sVhIte eyebrows lifted into question marks. “Phoning?” “Yes.” “Then you had already^ notified the police," rwtor Abernathy put In quick ly. “Why—” There was a trao« of a smile around the corner of Royce’a thin Ups aa he glanced quickly toward Peter. “I wasn’t |>honlng the police,” he said. “The story.” “You mean you’ve notified the newt- pa i»erg?” Carmody’s tone yvas angry. “Not the newsi>apera,’’ Royce denietL "Only my newspapeff" , “Have you lost your mind?” the old man flared. “We’ll keep the newspa pers out of this." “You don’t know your newspapers,” Nick Royce replied softly. They were Interrupted by the dla- taut wail of a siren, far down Csr- mody avenue, but growing steadily louder. The four men In the room paused to listen. Peter watched Nick Royce. who turned his head, listening to the banshee notes of the approach ing police car. “That la the voice of trouble," he said. “From now on, this la every body’s aecret" Outside, patrolmen who before had kept the carious moving on, were now hoMing back a swtiling crowd. Ifichaid Kilday, himaelf, sergeant of the homicide bureau, was the first to push his way into the atudy. Behind Mm fOUow^ the- medical examiner. Three BBore'detectivea, one bearing a camera, completad the party. "HMlo, PetarKilday recognised hit friend and naaociate an other cant What happened?" ^ FIRST REQUISITE Prof. Albert Einstein ga^e recently what he considered tlie best formula ,for success In life. “If A Is success In life, I should say the formula is A equals X plus Y plus Z, X being work and Y being play.” “And what is Z?” lnq,uired the In terviewer. “That,” he answered, "Is keeping your mouth shut.” Everything Barber—Have you tried tha^ new hair tonic I'sold you? 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