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si McCORMICK MESSENGER, McCORMICK, S. C.. THURSDAY. JUNE 2, 1938 en of the ounted by Captain G. Elliott • Nightingale Copyright. WNU AND SO ONE THING LED TO ANOTHER, UNTIL— W^HEN old Tim Jillis blew his * * brains out with a.rifle, he also set off a box of fireworks that jumped about hither and yon and hit quite a few people. In fact, the body of the suicide was barely cold in death before an unsuspecting citi zen was. tarred and feathered, and the latter event caused another ex plosion because it forced a sergeant to desert from the Royal Northwest Mounted Police. At any rate, let’s get back to the beginning. Tim Jillis was a lazy, good-for- nothing sort, and a booze-fighter, to boot, all of which kept his hard working wife, and his two fine chil dren on the outermost edge of desti tution and want. Neighbors did all they could, of course, for the sake of the youngsters, and just when things were about as bad as they could be, Mrs. Jillis had a bright idea. She would change the house a bit and take in a lodger, someone who would pay for good food and a warm room. With the income from the boardef, she could make it all right, she felt sure, and soon a Charlie Brown was part of the household. Now Brown was a sober, hard-work ing chap, and when he saw the gen eral economic conditions in the Jil lis household, he dug down into his pockets and provided plenty of food, some necessary clothing, and a nice pile of fuel. Naturally, the heart of Mrs. Jillis was about to burst from sheer grat itude, and she put herself out to make Brown feel right at home. His slightest wish was law, and the Jillises began to emerge from desti tution to a fair measure of comfort and well-being. All of this, strange to say, aroused the anger and dis pleasure of the no-account husband and father who spent his days in local barrooms bewailing the fact that Brown the lodger was stealing his wife and gradually breaking up the Jillis home. Instead of shooting the lodger, as most people had expected, Jillis stuck the rifle barrel in his own mouth, pressed the trigger, and scattered his brains all over the bedroom walls. The coroner and the Mounted Police soon realized that it was a plain case of suicide, and the case would have been closed right then had not a gang of half a dozen masked men barged into the Jillis home and seized Charlie Brown, the lodger. They took him to a lonely spot and there they tarred and feathered him from cap to boots. They drove him back to the tiny settlement and threw him into the lobby (?) of the local hotel which was hardly more than an ordinary six or seven-room house. Hours later Brown found his way back to his room in the Jillis home, and about the only clue he had as to the identity of his kidnapers was that all the talking and all the or ders had been spoken by a man with a distinctive western drawl such as was common along the Montana boundary. Things quieted down, and Brown stayed on at the Jillis place. And then, months later he was sitting on a hotel veranda in Lethbridge, Al berta, when his ears caught up a voice that he would never forget as long as he lived. He knew he had found the leader of the kidnap gang, and in half an hour the owner of the distinctive western drawl was breaking down under stiff question ing on the part of Men of the Mount ed. Later he admitted leading the gang, and was held for trial. And then, while assembling all the nec essary data and information for the trial, the inspector of the Mounted Police in the district made a most startling and distressing discovery. Five of the six gangsters were ac counted for, and the inspector, while moving heaven and earth to find out the identity of the sixth, found that the much-wanted lawbreaker was one of his own sergeants, a man with years of creditable service be hind him, and a man who had al ways been above reproach in every way. At any rate, perhaps a Wt enraged by this discovery, the in spector did all he could to make a strong unshakable case against the sergeant. But, as the days passed, it appeared that the inspector was more hell-bent on “getting” that sergeant than anyone else, and just when conditions looked bad for the three-striper, he turned up missing. The fact is, the tiny settlement was loyal to the sergeant, and while the inspector was fussing and fum ing over evidence and court pro cedure the sergeant’s many friends dug into their pockets, made up a sizable purse of money, and staked the sergeant to a midnight getaway on one of the finest and fastest horses in the region. Moreover, while the inspector was looking up the law on this and that, a fair sized escort of mounted citizens were escorting the sergeant over the border into Montana. . And . . . that’s how one thing led to another, until . . . well ... . it was difficult to find out just where this all started and when and where it finished. At any rate, it added a few gray hairs to the inspector’s scalp. No doubt about th»* Ttoyd ADVENTURERS’ CLUB HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES OF PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELFI «< . 99 Death by Proxy By FLOYD GIBBONS Famous Headline Hunter H ello everybody: There’s only one thing I know that’s less profitable than being a burglar, and that’s just posing as one. And Distin guished Adventurer Willard G. Stanton of Bloomfield, N. J., ought to agree with me there. Once upon a time, when Bill was a youngster of sixteen, he tried that little stunt. Not purposely, of course. Bill’s intentions were perfectly O. K. But it doesn’t make any difference what your intentions are. If you look like a burglar, or if you act like a burglar, first thing you know some body is going to think you ARE a burglar and treat you ac cordingly. Back in 1907, when this adventure happened to Bill, he lived in an old- fashioned apartment house in Brooklyn. At least it would look old- fashioned today. At that time it was probably the last word in apart ment houses. It had a stairway running up the center of the building, and there were two apartments to the floor. The doors of the living rooms opened on the stair landing, and the outer doors were fitted with ground glass panels. The glass was opaque. You couldn’t exactly see through it. But when you were on the inside looking out you could tell when some one was at the door, because you could see a shadow of a human figure against the glass. Remember those panels. They’ve got a lot to do with the story. Burglars Alarmed the Old Ladies. Bill’s family had an apartment on the fourth and top floor of that building. Across the hall lived two old ladies—retired school teachers— one of whom was slightly deaf. Remember that deaf old lady, too. k p 77 r i Bullets Whizzed Over Bill’s Head. Between her and the glass panels, Old Lady Adventure managed to cook up quite a thrill for Bill Stanton. About three o’clock one November morning, Bill was awakened out of a sound sleep by a loud, insistent pounding. As he came out of a half-doze, he realized that the pounding came from the wall, on the other side of which the two old ladies slept. Something was wrong in their apartment! Bill jumped out of bed and went into his own living room. Then he saw what the trouble was. On the ground glass panels of the door leading to the hall he could see two shadowy figures. They were over by the door of the old ladies’ apartment and they seemed to be trying to jimmy the lock. So that was it! Burglars, trying to get in next door! The old ladies had heard them and pounded on the wall to attract Bill’s attention. Bill called out, “Who’s there?” and began rattling the door knob. The two figures moved noiselessly to the stairs and be gan to descend. Bill was sixteen, and impetuous. He ran out of his apartment and started to follow the two men down the stairs. “Right there,” he says, “is where my adventuring career started.” Bill Was in a Tight Place. Bill followed the crooks down two flights of stairs, but they were too fast for him. He was in pajamas, and he couldn’t very well dash out into the street after them anyway. Not on a cold night in November. He turned around and went slowly back up the stairs. Bill got to the top and put his hand on the doorknob. The door was locked. In his haste to follow the two men he had slammed it behind him. In his pajamas and without a key in his pocket, it looked as if he was going to have some trouble getting back in. He stood for a moment considering his plight, and then, suddenly he heard a voice coming from the next apartment. It was one of the old ladies—the deaf one—and her tone was omi nous. “If you don’t go away,” she yelled, “I’ll shoot.” All at once Bill realized what a tight situation he was in. The old lady could see his shadow through the glass door and thought he was one of the departed burglars. He knew she kept a gun in her apartment and didn’t have any doubt that she would do just what she threatened to do. Shot At by a Deaf Woman. “I thought I had a good pair of lungs,” says Bill, “and 1 screamed back: 'Don’t shoot. It’s me.* But I didn’t count on that old lady being deaf. Before I had a chance to get in an other word I heard a loud report and a bullet came crashing through the door. It was followed by two more. Then I dropped flat on the floor, and while I lay there, three more shots imbed ded themselves in the wall over my head.” The shots stopped then, but Bill lay right where he was, afraid to stir lest the slightest motion bring more of that hot lead his way. Then, inside his own apartment, he heard his mother open a window and start screaming for the police. Still Bill stayed where he was. Courage is one thing, but when a panic-stricken old lady starts blazing away right and left with a revolver, there isn’t any sense in giving her a mark to shoot at. Bill lay right where he was until the police came. Then he got up again. He looked himself over and was relieved to find that he hadn’t been hit by any of those wild bullets, but he found an ominous little hole in the sleeve of his pajamas that showed just how close he had come to having a funeral instead of just an adventure. “And now adays,” says Bill, “when there is any burglar hunting to be done, I do it by telephone.” Copyright.—WNU Service. Use of the Oregon Boot Once Oregon was famous for a contrivance that was held in pardon able distaste by prisoners who hap pened to find themselves confined within the cold gray walls of the state penitentiary. The Oregon boot, they called it, and it was used as an efficient but not altogether hu mane method of keeping prisoners from dashing off on their own. Home of Copernicus Torun in Poland is the birthplace of Copernicus, the great astron omer. The charming old city has a statue to his memory and visitors may enter the home he had 400 years ago. Our Faith in Human Nature “Our faith in human nature grows so scant,” said Hi Ho, the sage of Chinatown, “that we soon arrive at the belief that everybody who is or dinarily polite iB trying to deceive us.” Compelled to Kill Squirrels The large number of squirfels were such a menace in the early days that the Ohio legislature passed a law compelling each person to kill a certain number of them each year. The number was to be de termined by each township board of trustees, and those who failed to fill their quota were subject to a fine. Sausage Tree Native of Africa The sausage tree (Kigelia pinna- ta) is a native of Africa. It has rough pinnate leaves and peculiar flowers which hang suspended by long peduncles. From each flower a large fruit develops which resem bles a sausage. Reference to Shaving in Bible There are many references to shaving in the Bible. In Genesis, 41:14, we find that Joseph shaved himself before going into the pres ence of Pharaoh. -FAMOUS STORIES- King Arthur’s Death Told in r TennysonTale By ELIZABETH C. JAMES IN THE last days of King Arthur, A his men were led in revolt against him by the traitorous knight, Sir Modred. Warfare had continued many months and the time had now come for the last struggle. Among those faithful to the king was the knight. Sir Bedi- vere, now constant companion to the lonely and aged king. Overlooking the camps which were arrayed for battle, the king thought sorrowfully of his knights whom he was now fighting. His heart was heavy as the battle be gan, relates Lord Tennyson in his story, “The Death of King Arthur.” On every side there was strife to the death until the field was strewn with men. At the point of Excali- bur, King Arthur’s famous sword, Sir Modred met his end. But, alas, King Arthur was sorely wounded. Carefully Sir Bedivere carried his king off the field. But King Arthur knew that now he was to die. Calling his loyal knights to him, he requested Sir Bedi vere to carry Excal- ibur down to the lake front and throw it into the water. The knight thought this a strange request, but he lifted the treasured sword and went his way to the lake. Standing beside the water, Sir Bedivere thought of the needless waste of so many jewels and of so much beauty and he hid Excalibur in a tree. When Sir Bedivere stood again before him, King Arthur asked what he had seen when the threw the sword into the water. Sir Bedi vere answered, “The rippling of the waves.” “Betrayer!” cried the king. “Do as I bid you!” Standing again beside the water the knight thought: the king is ill and does not know what he says, so I will hide the sword. Accordingly, Elizabeth James “BEAUTIFUL” LIFE Alfred, Lord Tennyson, lived a life as beautiful and unreal in its romanticism as that of any hero in his King Arthur stories. The drowning of Arthur Hal- lam, Tennyson’s college friend who understood and encouraged the sensitive poet, caused Tenny son to suffer a nervous collapse and to live ten years in retire ment. At the end of that time he presented for publication “In Memoriam,” an elegy to Arthur Hallam, a poem said to have brought more comfort to sorrow ing people than any other poem. Tennyson was not wealthy, and he and his sweetheart wanted to leave the path of his life open for writing instead of trying to earn a less precarious livelihood, so they waited many years be fore marriage was possible. Speaking of his marrying Emily Sellwood he said, “On the day I married her, the peace of God entered into my soul.” At the death of Wordsworth, Tennyson was made Poet Laure ate of England, having long en- jOyed the friendship of Queen Victoria. After that he was so besieged by sightseers, that he was forced to move to the Isle of Wight, which place is now famous for having been his home. Tennyson died in 1892, at the age of eighty-three. he once more placed it safely away. The second time the king asked what he had seen and the knight gave the same answer as before, “The rippling of the waves.” With great effort King Arthur cried, “If you do not do as I com mand, I will kill you with my own hands!” Sir Bedivere ran to the lake, wheeled the sword high, and with all his might, hurled it into the lake. Instantly an arm clothed in rich apparel rose from the lake, caught the sword, brandished it three times and drew Excalibur un der the waves. When the king had heard what Sir Bedivere had seen, his soul was satisfied. Then he made his last request of his knight, that Sir Bedivere would assist him to reach the shores of the lake. Old Order Changeth. When the king stood beside the waters, there appeared in the dis tance a barge. Nearer and nearer it came, until the richness of the black draperies could be seen. Three queens weeping in lamenta tion stood on the bow looking toward King Arthur, Sir Bedivere supported his king, until the outstretched arms of the queens assisted King Arthur to take his place on the barge. Slowly the barge began to leave the shore. Standing alone as King Arthur moved into the distance, Sir Bedivere cried out, “I am left alone! What shall I do?” Kindly answered the king, “The old order changeth, giving place to new—Pray for me, for more things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of ... ” So ended the life of King Arthur, for many years ruler over the Round Table. © B<;U Syndicate.—WNU Service. }OP> SEW 4^” Ruth Wyeth Spears <^3^ D 4* sty if — * ** - OOCfF^ Bright Embroidered Borders for Towels T'HESE borders you will find easy to make. All six strands of six-strand mercerized embroidery thread are used. Crease 1% inch hems first. Draw threads of the material to make straight guide lines for the embroidery. Sew the hems by hand after the embroid ery is done. The top border is royal blue and turkey red. To make the straight lines at the sides, couch blue thread in place with red as at A. The loop stitches along the edge are made as at B. The vertical loops are red and the smaller hori zontal loops blue. The fish-bone stitch in the center is made in red as at C. 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