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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 -
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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?
Customer-rOh, yes, I gave It a
good trial.
Barber—And did you find that It
brought out the new hair?
Customer-Yes, It brought out the
new hair and brought out- the old
hair with it.—Pathfinder Magazine.
Could It B«?
“D’you know, Mrs. ’ArrJ^g. I some-
tlmes wonder if me hiisitand’s grow’D
tired of me,”
“Whatever makes you say tha?,
Mrs. ’Iggs?”
“Well, 'e ain’t l>een 'ome for seven
years.”—London Advertiser.
w Prociso
Two friends met; one was garl>ed
in wldowfs weeds.
The Other—My dear friend! How
I pity you—a widow at twenty-five!
The Widow—Pardon me, twenty-
four!—Cleveland Record.
Hiiitertc Aspirations ^
“What iS'ifdui* great aim in life?"
asked the friend.
“To live In history,” answered Sen
ator Sorghum.
“Don’t-;-you care ' for political
power?”
“Certainly. I do. Political power la
largely what lnfluen<?e8 historians aa
* • who gets the favorable notices."—
Washington Star.
WASTED TIME
4
Mother was rather angry with you
last night.”
^'Whyr-r dtdnt Wss y<Mh” - :
"Just so. And so she waltM all
the evening at the keyhole for noth
ing.”
A Duplicnto
“And so,” said the magistrate, ■•-
verely, “this Is the fifth person you
have knocked down this year?”
“Pardon me,” said the glrh motor
ist, with dignity, “the fourth. Ona
of them was the same person twice."
—London Tatler.
YEAR AFTER YEAR
Hit Hint
-How do I look in this hat.
Wife
John?
Husband—Well, 1 only wish I’d
seen you In that hat before I asked
you to marry me.
In Tiaacs Gona By
Mother—Sammy, what are you d»
Ing?
Sammy—Nothing' mother.
Mother—You’re getting more Uka
your father every day.
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