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The Barnwell People-Sentinel, Barnwell, S. C, April 19, 1934 i THE WEDDING MARCH v Monte Barrett Coprrl*ht. 1»JI. by the Bobba Merrill Co. WNU Servlco. SYNOPSIS Waiting In th# minister’s study. Jim Vrmnklln, about to be married to Doris Carmody, Is stabbed to death Peter Cardigan, noy^^t; and ama^ewe- deteo- tivo of some note, with Sergeant KID dag, begin the offleial Investigation. Franklin, while waiting, had visitors, among them his mistress, "Choo Choo" Train; bis Intended wife’s father, Am- brsss Carmody; her brother, Rylle; Daniel Bullls, politician, and a woman la a blue frock. Rylle Carmody ad- salts trying to stop the* wedding, aft- m being Informed by_ Webster Spears thmt Franklin was still friendly with Cboo Choo, despite his approaching marriage. Kilday secures the dead ■£a*s keys. From Callts Shipley, one •f the bridesmaids, Rylle’s friend, the tnyeetlgators learn nothing. An Inter view with Bullls is fruitless. Web- atsr Spears admits Informing Rylls_ Carmody of Franklin’s relations with Cboo Choo, for Doris Carmody’s sake, In the hope of preventing the wedding. Fletcher, Franklin’s man-servant. Is re ticent* An Interview with Milo Dun bar, Franklin’s law partner, and search •f the dead man’s office, reveals noth ing of Importance. Choo Choo admits Der relations with Franklin were to •ontlnue after his marriage. She says ■he visited Franklin at the church be ar told her to come. Fletcher denies calling the actress. Six of the seven beys Franklin carried are traced to thslr respective locks. CHAPTER VI—Continued —13— Tl] hurry, Sergeant. I Just came hack to tell you that the Shipley girl li here. She Just arrived.” “Why didn’t you say so, instead of ■binding there like an idiot?” the offi cer grumbled. “Show her In.” He laldf a newspaper over the grisly exhibits on his desk. vCgHia-Shipley glanced Inquisitively from one man to the other. As before, Peter was struck by her beauty, not the least appealing thing about it be ing that the girl seemed utterly un conscious of It. She wore It. Peter thought, with the same charming In difference which she probably attached Id the perfection other costume. Peter was asually shy of women, partlcu- Mrly beautiful women, who never seemed to forget their own loveliness. But he felt Instinctively that this was the sort of girl who could be a good somrade. Her blue eyes were made for laughter, In spite of the gravity •f their present expression, and, he admitted It reluctantly, she stirred his sympathies. Just as she had before. In the duel that was to come, he knew thpt she, not Sergeant Klldny, would claim his partisanship. That very partisanship put him on his guard against her, yet he could not con trol IL “You sent for me?” Peter noticed the slight tremor of her hands, but she quickly clasped them In her lap, where they might not hetray her. She was frightened, then. Kilday deposited his cigar In the tray. careful not to disturb the ash, watching the girl shrewdly, all the while. “Miss Shipley,” he began deliberate ly, “you didn’t tell us the truth, last sight, about your ride home from the church with .Rylle Carmody. Later you admitted It Why?” “I told you. I—I had Jumped to conclusions concerning what had hap pened. I was worried. I was afraid •f involving Rylle, because I was sure Be was Innocent. I realize now, of course, that was very foolish, but at the time I was frightened.” “Frightened? You mean-on Rylle’s account?” “Yes.” She hesitated* as though reluctant at making this man her con- Bdant, and then explained, “I have al ready told you that I love Rylle. We •re to be married this fall.” “Ut me see,” the sergeant appeared •a be summing up the evidence in hia •wm mind. “You knew Rylle didn’t Bke Franklin—he telephoned you yes terday that he couldn’t meet you be- sause he had to she Franklin—he told you he had discovered that Franklin waa having an affair with this actress, Choo Choo Train, didn’t he?" The girl nodded. “And so when, Franklin didn’t show ■p and the wedding was postponed, you Jumped to the conclusion that Kylle had had something to do with It. Am I still right?” “But I don’t think so now. I know Rylle couldn't have had anything to 4o with it Why, anyone who knows Rylle knows he couldn't have done such a thing.” Kilday nodded grimly. “That’s what you aay now, but Just the tame, you , admit you thought he was guilty, at irst, in spite of the fact that you tell jaa yon are in love with him. You can scarcely expect us to have more eon- •dence In him than you have, can «sur Gallia Shepley clenched her fists. "Aren’t you overlooking this? The vary fact that I am In love with him waa probably responsible for my fears, an sot to h^—hysterical. been murdered.” “You must be mistaken. I never told him that.” * ‘He says that’s what you told hrm," the detective Insisted. “No, he told you I said something terrible had happened. I never used the word murder and neither did he. Later, after Rylle returned to the church and discovered what had hap pened, you asked him who told him about It. He said that I did. He re ferred to the fact that I had told him something had occurred to stop the WT I ■*% rm tr - I ‘ ' *"~ ' ' “How do you know what he told me?” Kilday demanded. sometimes, concerning some one they love.” Peter, listening, knlstrusted the state ment This girl, he thought would be the last to grow hysterical. She was proving that now, In her defense of Rylle Carmody. The sergeant shrugged. “How many times did you visit tb« sacristy yester- day?” was his next question. “Once. I’ve told about that” “And you saw no one but Nick Royce? You never saw Doctor Aber nathy?" “No, Mr. Royce waa the only one there. Mr. Franklin was in the study. We spoke to him, through the door, but I saw no one hut Mr. Royce." “Now, Miss Shipley," the detective permitted a smile to soften the lines of his face as he leaned forward en gagingly, “what made you so sure that a murder had been committed? You were out In front. You only heard Doctor Abernathy’s announcement that the wedding had been postponed. There was nothing said about murder. And yet, when Rylle took you home, you told him that Jltq Franklin had. “Never had an alRatr with him bp- fora yon fell In love with Ryllt Oar- modyr “No.” She frowned Impatiently. "And how about Jim Franklin? How well did you know him, Mlaa Shipley?” Peter could not be sure whether tbs girl’s surprise were real or feigned. “I only knew him very slightly,” she retorted. “The flrat time I ever met him was after he was engaged to Doris Carmody." , The sergeant digested this in silence* Then, abandoning his rlgar, he vS** traded a cigarette from a smooth sil ver case and offered one to the girl. “Will you have a cigarette, Miss Ship- ley?” “No, thanks.” “Have.a look at the case, anyway, won’t you? Perhaps you con tell us where you have seen It before.” The girl examined the case care fully. “I’m sorry," she said, ponding It hack. “I don’t think I can be of any help. I’ve never seen It before.” feter thought, he detected a note of X^leLJlLJi£JL.yftlfq as she added, “It. _ "He told me.” \ , “When?” “Last night.” "Oh, you two have been getting to\ gether on your stories, have you 7’ The girl’s teeth gleamed where they hit,, momentarily^ lnla the„JK5ilet_qf her lip. “That’s a crude way of put- “V Isn’t Rylle’s. I’m sure of that He carries one which I gave him.” Kilday placed It carefully back on the desk. The finger-prints on thgt case spon woyld be a matter of record. “And now”—he turned again to the girl—"you may as well know that you haven’t deceived me, Miss Shipley. You say you haven’t seen Web Spears since he left the church yes terday. I know that you were at his house last night. You were there when we called, and he denied It. “Yesterday'youlaTrempted to deceive us about riding from the church with Rylle until you discovered that we knew the truth. Now you try the same trick again, but It won’t work this time, either. "I’d advise you to come clean. What were you doing at Spears’ honse last night, If he doesn’t mean anything to you? Why have you changed your story regarding what Spears said as he left the church? Are you ready to tell me the truth now? 1 “Just who are you. trying to protect In this affair?" Kilday demanded. “Rylie. Carmody. or. Webster SpearsJ". Webster Spears and m^” the girl retorted an grily. The flush qf her cheeks almost matched the cherry shade of her lips. “I’m not accustomed to being talked to In this way.” \ “I’m not used to haying otherwise charming young ladles Nile to me, either,” the detective replied ironically, “Are you going to answer\piy ques tion?” ^ ... Comes New Enthusiasm {or Lace Bj CHER IE NICHOLAS At* Scraps * / UQW-about it, have you caught the sports clothes. Especially attractive ^ f^i’arlsian inspiration for lace?,, rtf and eminently practical for .daytime “Oh, You Two Have Been Get ting Together on Your Storiee, - Have You?” ting It. Naturally, we discussed everything that had happened, aa soon as we saw each other. 1 ’ ‘‘Naturally,’’ agreed the detective. "Now, Miss Shipley, I want to ask yon concerning that remark you overheard Webster Spears make as he left the church yesterday. Just what was It he said? Please use his exact words, as nearly as you can". “I’m afraid I don’t remember exactly what he said. I was quite excited, you know." “Not then, you weren’t,” Kilday con tradicted her. “It was his remark that caused you to get excited, remember?” “Well, he asked where Rylle was." “He said something else, didn’t he? You told us last night.” “Did I? I don’t remember.” Her eyes widened In apparent surprise. “Huh," the sergeant grunted. “Don’t try that on me. You told us Spears said, ‘Where’s Rylle? If, he were here, there wouldn’t be any wedding.’" The girl appeared to reflect on the statement. “I’m afraid you’re mis quoting me, Sergeant Kilday. Or perhaps I misquoted Web. I’m sure that Isn’t’the way I meant to say It As I remember. Web said, ‘Where’s Rylle? We can’t go on with the wedding until he gets here.’ ” “Oh,” the detective was elaborately emphatic. “So that was what he said, eh? Quite a bit different from what you told us last night.” “Yes,” the girl agreed,- too eagerly, Peter felt. “If I said anything else last night, I must have had It twisted.” "And so,” Kllday’s manner had turned gruff, “that little remark got you so excited that you ran all the way around back to find Rylle, The wedding was about to start and you left the rest ef the party to start a Search for Rylle, Just because Web Spears wondered where he was. Huh uh. That Isn’t what h^ said, young lady. You’ve already told ns this re mark was what got you excited." “Remember, I was already worried about Rylle,” the girl amended. Kilday Ignored this. ‘T don’t sup pose you’ve seen Webster Spears since then, have you? Perhaps he suggest ed that yon make this change In your story." Y^' “No,” declared Callis firmly.: "I haven’t seen him since he walked out of the church yesterday.” “What is there between yon and this Webster Spears? fiver been In love with him?" She shook her bead emphatically. "Never. Pve known him all my Ufa. We’ve been good Mends, that’s all." — The girl was silent “All right. I’ll answer It for you, declared Kilday. "Webster SpeaiT\l8 the man you’re trying to protect no Last night It was Rylle Carmody. I’ll tell you why. “Last night you knew that Jim Franklin was murdered and that Rylle Carmody had sworn to stop the wed ding. You knew that, because he tol^ you so, when he phoned you that he couldn’t meet you. You were afraid he was guilty because you hadn’t see* him at the church af the time the crime was committed. He had proh ably told you about his quarrel with Franklin, back there In the study. He had the .motive and he/bad the oppor tunity. You had a right to he worried about him. And so you deceived me. or tried to, about riding home from Inspiration .... . y .. course you have, or will have, before the season Is far advanced. It Just isn’t possible to tread the highways and byways in fnshionland and main immune to the lure of lace. • la the couturier showings for spring and summer, 1P84, comes before our enraptured eyes a continuous proces sion of frothy, frilly, filmy dance and dinner frocks created of'tulle and lace by such artists-as Lclong. Mainbocher, Dilkusha and a host of other designers the oL-bigli. degree ly and very chic idea is to animate slim figure-fitting soft lace gowns with my riads of crisp tulle ruffles at shoulders and hemlines. One such Is fashioned f shell-pink lace with crisp, sheer the arms with billowy >ut the hemline achieved h a frou-frou of many ruffllngs The irti black lace gown with crisp black tulle ruffles or fine pleat Inga la a particular favorite. In contract to the airy-fairy types of ftuttery lace and tulle Js the gown of classic lines fashioned of handsome soft mat lace. « lace, by the way, which la outstanding in the mode. In the Illustration we are showing an ex qulslte evening dress of white mat lace made especially by Molyneaux for one church with him, because you didn’t yvant us to suspect that he had been anywhere near there when Franklin was killed. It never occurred to you, then, that Webster Spears was Involved. You were only thinking of Rylle, and so you told us what Spears said as he left the church. - “But after we left you last night”— the sergeant sat hunched forward In his chair, his relentless glance-never moving from the t girl’s face—“you found out, somehow, that Webster Spears was the murderer. I won’t ask you how. I wouldn’t expect you to tell me the truth. But you found out. And now you’re Just as anxious to pro tect him as you were to protect the man you told us you loved. What’s the answer? What Is Spears to you? Why should he have wanted to kill Franklin? Was It because he was still In love with Doris Carmody him self? That’s what I thought at first Now I r m not so sure. Perhaps he was tilling us the truth when he said that was all over now. Perhaps you’re the one he loved. And," /here Kilday thumped hia knee significantly, *T1I find out^ Miss Shipley. You’ve already discovered that I know more than you think 1 do. If I Were you. I’d aboot decide that now was the time to tell the truth—all the truth. What do you. think about it?” “What do you want me to tell you 7’ Callis Shipley asked quietly. "I want to know what there was be tween you and Jim Franklin?” The girl stiffened. “I want to know why you’re protect ing Web Spears and what you were doibg at his home last night I want to know why you have attempted to de ceive me, not Just once, but several times.” He paused, looking at the girl expectantly. "I’ve told you that I only knew Mr. Franklin very casually. Webster Spears and I are good friends, nothing more. I believe I was more than frank.” declared the girl angrily, “when I told yon that I am la lova wltb Rylle Carmody. After that, tha rest of your questions are In very poor taste, to aay the leait” “And that’s all you have to\ say!” ' (TO BB CONTINUED.) Afrikaas* Language The Afrikans language la making headway In Africa. It was developed by the Dutch at the Capa from then own tongne, English sad natlva k» of the major social events of P^ris. It took the first prire at a It would be a mistake, TT7 , however, to carry the thought that the new laces are limited to the languid, gl; social life. As a matter of fact, the moat exciting doings of lace are\tak ing place In the realm of tallleura la the suit of beige lace with blouse of navy georgette or the Jacket en semble of green net with blouse of atencon lace.— Lace for bathing suits, too, whlcn makes real news, and for hats, for 'handbags, for ravishing neckwear ani for entire dresses, ensembles afad blouses, for gloves, too. If you "tnd we must not forget the lace-covered slippers that will dance ~SWet It rains of music under starlit A JterjLOgw.-very.Iqvei.j Because a dress Is fashioned of laoe does not meau that it may not be smartly wearable and conservative. The-afternoon dress of green wool lace on the seated figure in the. pie tore is Jtisl such—one of tire outstnnd Ing models of the house of Dllkuslia It is a prlqcess model and is finisher! wltl a draped collar held by one of tha aiypoUakpd wood clips. — A delicate web of black Chantilly lac^/ for the bodice top enhances the feminine allure of the dinner and the ater gown centered in the group. Ex quisitely thin cobwebby laces of this sort have captured the heart of the fashionable world this season, either In black, in white or pale beige, and In every- Imaginable pastel tone.—The contrast between this lace and the soft mat velvet of the dress illustrated serves to emphasize the high neckline which Is held with a crystal bar. The close wrist sleeves display the de! cately traced lace patterning to pe fection. O by Wt*tern Newspaper Union. SHADES OF VIOLET BLOSSOMING GAYLY Purples and violet shades are bios soming gayly In fashion for spring. 1934. Last season some purple was seen In bouclei and knitted frocks, and this year It is out in cottons and lin ens. For a long time It was felt that heliotrope, orchid and violet shades were Impossible In wash fabrics, as they came out In dull, muddy shades and did not bold their colon. These objections have been overcome, and the new violet range In handkerchief linens, French linens, ginghams, or gaudies and shirtings are among the smartest of the season’s offerings. Cotton frocks in these colon are some Limes combined with little Jacket*-of purple wool or velveteen. — Tlria new trend is as important lor children as for grown-ups. ORGANDIE CAPE By CHKKIK NICHOLAS Spring Kata Are Planned to Show Plenty of Hair Dutch bonnets, Breton aailon' hats and the Jaunty turned up brims worn by the musketeers of D'Artagnan’s day Inspire the first spring bats now shown In modistes’ salons. Eight out of ten roll right back from the face, making clear skins and smart coiffures of prime Importance. The rest tilt forward over one in 4i line as rakish aa fashion b shown. But all are as feminine In de sign and effect as a perfumed hand kerchief.—r / t "Show aa mucb hair aa possible," seema to be the decree. Many models are worn well back of the hair line, others tilted well to one aide (gen erally the right) to si do of tbs hoed. the ether This year’s wools are wovea to fall la soft, hoavy folds, cloaking tha figure li graceful linee. Moat of than are woven “tone ea tons" with Irregular hart af tha aaaM color auik- taf ONE FOR S« P. C. “My husband is a brute, reached the place where staud him any longer? Nosey. “Now what’s he done? dearest friend. . “Well, you know we were on a 4- party line, and he’s gone and had It replaced with a private on* so I can’t listen la any more, groaned. -FsVPest village gossips were ex- latest news. those Rlchleys,” said Mrs. es. “He says very bitter things __ ut his two good-for-nothing sons, but his wife is always making ex cuses for them.” Mrs. Hayes nodded. “Yes,” she smiled, “she may maka tha excuses, but he has to make the allowancei" Not U>« Same Thing “Darling,” she murmured, and her voice waa shaky, “bow do I know that you really and truly love me?” “My pet, I can prove It," he said. •Why, I can’t sleep at nights tor thinking of you.” "H’m," she muttered doubtfully, “that'a no proof. Pa can’t sleep at nights for thinking of ^ou. hut I hard ly think It’s love.’’ d Eye Gladys—Mother, dear, I advertised tsuider a different name that I would like to make the acquaintance of a rafiirea gentleman with an eye to ro- manc Did ither—Gladys, hew awful! any answers! Gladys—Only one—from father.— Kitchener Record. MOST OF US DO “Jones puts pillow nights.” “I notice he likes time." ^ his watch Under hia A to steep over- Dida’t Want to Mim It Sister—Freddy, don’t you think you’d better go to bed now? Little Brother—No, I want to attok arouad and see your friend explode first. Sister’s Boy Friend—Good gra- douu! Whatever'can the child mean! Little Brother—I heard Minnie tell mamma you were about ready to pop! Fleeting Time Lecturer (who bus spokes for two hours)—I shall not keep you much longer. I am afraid I have spoken at rather great length. There is no clock in the room, and I must apolo gize for not having a watch with mo. A Voice—There’s a calendar be hind you, mister!—Exchange, i said Menytidednet* “Every story has two sides,’ 1 the fair-minded man. “Yes,” replied Senator Sorghum. "At least two. The number of sides a story has depends largely on how many political parties happen to be in the field.”—Washington Star. Anatomical Problem “Bobbie, I am going to spank you as sure aa anything,” said Bobbie's mother. “You-can’t. I’m sittln’ on It,” said Bobble.-r£bl.cago Nears Capes umoe of sheer organdies, nets and moussellnes similar to the model pictured are writing a charming chap ter into the history of summer wraps, Tha theme of these dainty little shonb ded wraps la being made much of by designers.' At Paris social gatherings you see them created of the meat faa> qlnating colorful sheers fancy can pic ture. The gown la of white transpar ent mousseline with large navy polka dots, for dots of every also from pin to tola sad largsr ars the rags this aataoB. Tfctra’a nothing smarter this whits with navy for evening weaa keeps the taste in tune ' *