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THE SUN. NEWBERRY, S. C. FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 1939
CHILD OF EVIL
O OCTAVUS ROY COHBN
WNU SERVICE
OCTAVUS ROY COE
THE STORY SO FAR
Beautiful, young Kay Forrest has been employed by Christine Maynard,
photographer, to pose for a series of pictures, the background of which will be
exquisite Cathedral Gardens, famous Southern resort. Unknown to them, one
Jeff Butler, mean, unscrupulous "swamp angel,” has led a friend to spy on the
two women. Kay. of necessity, Is scantily clad while posing for the camera
studies. Kay frequently stays with Mrs. Ruth Hamilton, her son Barney, of whom
Kay is very fond, and her daughter Margaret. Mrs. Hamilton, a remarkable
woman, conceived the idea of the Gardens following the death of her husband.
One night, after a local dance. Kirk Reynolds, a ne’er-do-well gambler of Beverly,
a resort town, and Kay go for a ride. Kirk's car collides with that of Harvey
Jackson, and during the ensuing argument Kirk whips out a gun and kills the
young, popular engineer. Kay is completely stunned by the tragedy. Kirk threat
ens to drag her into the thing if she tells even her father. Terror-stricken, she
agrees to remain silent. However, the next time she goes out with Barney, he
realizes something is wrong. She- tells him nothing. Mrs. Emma Forrest, Kay’s
mother, is firm, positive and demanding. Her father is exactly the opposite, kindly,
and unassuming. While at home Kirk Reynolds calls for her, and she is forced to go
with him despite her family’s protests. He tells her the circumstances make it nec
essary for her to marry him so she cannot be forced to testify against hi.n if he is
accused of Jackson’s murder. They drive to a neighboring town and are married.
The next time they are together Kay tells Barney she loves him, but is married to
Reynolds. She refuses to tell him why she married the gambler, but he promises
to try Co understand. Meanwhile, Miss Sonia ("Babe’’) Henkel, Beverly beauty
operator of questionable morals, and intimate friend of Kirk Reynolds, berates
him for marrying Kay.
CHAPTER V—Continued
—7—
Babe was thinking aloud. “So you
did kill Harvey Jackson.”
He spoke acidly. “Pipe down on
that.”
“She was with you that night.”
“What of it?”
“Plenty. Now get this, Kirk, and
get it straight. I don’t give a hang
what you do with other women, but
when you throw the harpoon into
me, I get sore.”
“So what?”
“So plenty. I know why you mar-
Tied this girl. And there are some
things I’m not standing for. This is
one of them.”
“You’re not threatening me, I
hope.”
“Take it any way you want.
Where is she now?”
“None of your business. It just
happens I don’t mind telling you
that she went out to the Gardens
with that Hamilton kid.”
“Making you look sappy, eh?”
Her voice cut into him.
He shrugged. “If that doesn’t suit
you—”
“It suits me all right. What
doesn’t suit me is that you didn’t
tell me what you had up your
sleeve.”
“Since when did I start shooting
off my mouth to you? Now grab
this. Babe, I’m in a tough spot,
and you might as well know it.”
“Okay.”
“In this State,” he said flatly, “a
wife cannot be made to testify
against her husband.”
She said, “You did kill him, didn’t
you?”
“I’m telling you for the last time:
Lay off that! I’m not talkin’ to any
body, see, not even you.”
“I’d like to help . .
“Then keep your trap closed. I’m
saying nothing. Let the saps talk if
they want. But don’t you join in the
chorus.” He looked up at her. "And
don’t go soft on me.”
“I won’t. I’ve played around with
you a pretty long time, you know.”
“Yeh, I know. You’re on the level
. . . and I’m glad you’re not doing a
run-out. Though if you feel that
way—go to it.”
She said, “I don’t though. It’s
Just that this marriage of yours ain’t
easy to swallow all of a sudden.
Also, whether you like it or not, I
don’t enjoy the idea of you being in
a jam.”
He took her hand with what was,
for him, a great demonstration of
affection. “You’re not so bad your
self, Babe. So snap out of it.”
“I will.” She waved and went out
the door.
' “So he ditches me for a country
kid.” Her fists clenched. “Well, he
•aa’t get away with it.” ,
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CHAPTER VI '
The Lotus Gardens were nearing
completion. It was understood that
they would be ready for the public
as soon as the azalea season had
passed its peak. More reclaimed
swamp, greater and more bewilder
ing beauty. More tourists. Busi
ness men were delighted, non-busi-
ness persons didn’t quite know how
to accept it . . . and godly souls
who lived in the very rural districts
considered it a disgrace. Country
preachers declaimed against this
imported iniquity from the pulpits of
cross-roads churches, hands were
held high in horror, the name of
the Devil was bandied freely and
with unction. And—town and coun
try alike—the people pointed unwa
veringly at what had occurred since
the completion of Ruth Hamilton’s
scheme to beautify ugly swampland
and at the same time earn a fair
income for herself and her two chil
dren.
There had been, for instance, the
murder of Harvey Jackson on a
lonely country road.
The Harvey Jackson Mystery. It
was called that at supper-tables, at
club-meetings, at church socials. It
was thus dubbed in front-yard con-,
versations and at gathering places
like the Fair Play Store and the Bon
Ton Pool Room. It was denounced
as a shame and disgrace, and the
public inquired frequently and ve
hemently why Gabe Dixon didn’t
do something about it.
Mr. Dixon was Solicitor of the
Seventh Judicial Circuit, of which
Beauregard County was a part. He
was a resident of the town of Bev
erly: a man whe was tall, lean and
nervous. He had misty, shifty eyes
and large, restless fingers and feat.
Ha was addicted to stiff white col
lars and ridiculous little white wash-
ties. In times of stress his emo
tional reactions were betrayed by an
excited bobbing of his collar-but
ton beneath a prominent Adam’s ap
ple. He was a keen politician and a
member of a family which con
trolled at least half the votes in
Beauregard County.
He was shrewd, keen and consci
entious . . . whenever and whergver
conscientiousness was not calculat
ed. to deprive him of votes. In a
court-room, his very awkwardness
made him effective, and he held the
reins of office tightly, doing the ma
jor portion of his job with astonish
ing efficiency.
For .nstance, he was genuinely
anxious to find and convict the kill
er of Harvey Jackson. That, he felt,
would be an excellent move. Har
vey Jackson had been one of the
most popular young men in Beverly,
son of ultra-respectable middle-class
parents, an able young engineer and
a man highly regarded by maidens
and others. And because Mr. Dixon
was sincere in his desire to con
vict, he—at first—said nothing about
the odd little compact which had
been found on the road beside Har
vey Jackson’s dead body. Of course,
the whole town knew about the com
pact, and discussed it avidly. The
man who had found it failed to keep
the secret.
Solicitor Dixon investigated
shrewdly, endeavoring to make
sound evidence of that compact. He
learned that it possibly belonged to
Katherine Forrest—daughter of An
drew Forrest. He couldn’t prove it,
of course—not then—because he un
derstood that it was a type of com
pact which could be purchased in
any of several New York cosmetic-
shops ; the sort of compact that tour
ing ladies might have carried. Then
he discovered that on the night of
Harvey Jackson’s demise, Kay For
rest had gone riding with Kirk Rey
nolds. The evidence was still too
circumstantial, but it indicated sev
eral things to Mr. Dixon. He be
lieved that Reynolds had killed
Jackson and that Kay Forrest had
witnessed the affair.
Beverly’s hard common sense,
plus verbose interpretation by So
licitor Dixon, gave a fairly proper
picture of the tragedy. Mr. Dixon
was quizzed.
“You reckon Kirk Reynolds killed
him, Gabe?”
“He might have.”
“Then why don’t you have him
arrested?”
“No chance of convictin’ him. Not
on what we’ve got.”
“You knew all the time that was
Kay Forrest’s compact. Why didn’t
you light on him befo’?”
“Lots of gadgets like that. Any of
these tourists might have lost one
similar.”
“But you could have tried him,
couldn’t you?”
“That wouldn’t have been smart.
He’d have been acquitted, and then
he couldn’t be touched again.”
“Well”—with a hopeless gesture—
“Look what he’s done now. He’s
gone and married her.”
“He sho’ has. And I cain’t make
her testify against him. Smart boy,
this Reynolds.”
“Smarter’n you, eh, Gabe?”
Mr. Dixon was unperturbed. “No-o,
I wouldn’t be sayin’ that. This here
marriage—with them not even livin’
together—tells us plenty. It’s just
about the same as sayin’ that Kirk
killed Jackson and Kay Forrest saw
him do it. They might’s well have
advertised in the Gazette. And lis
ten, when you know a man has done
a crime, when you know it, mind
you, it's just a question of time be
fo’ you git the evidence to convict
him with.”
• • •
Cathedral Gardens was bathed in
silver glow. Moonlight limned the
old house sympathetically. A sign,
tacked to a pine at the entrance
to the Gardens, announced that in
asmuch as this was the last night of
the full moon, no tourists would be
admitted on succeeding days after
seven o’clock.
A young man and a girl left the
house and walked toward the water.
The young man was tall and straight
and broad of shoulder. He walked
slowly and gazed through the al
most unearthly beauty of the Gar
dens with pardonable pride.
Jim Owenby, landscape engineer,
had designed and built Cathedral
Gardens. To a Beverly man had
been given the distinction of having
created this beauty spot. Working
from Mrs. Hamilton’s original idea,
fired by youthful ambition and pos
sessing great technical skill, he had
planned and supervised.
Margaret Hamilton was young,
slender and unobtrusively beautiful.
Her hair was ash-blond, and she
wore it close against her small,
perfectly shaped head. Her eyes
were gray, like those of her brother.
At the moment they were soft and
gentle, perhaps because her hand
rested confidently on the muscular
arm of the young man at her side.
He helped her into a little bateau
which was tied informally to a
stake. He seated himself beside her,
and handed her a paddle. “We’ll
both have to navigate this craft,” he
said lightly. “Unless you want me
to sit in the back.”
A boat came out of the darkness
and purled gently past them. A
woman’s voice, freighted with a sigh
for the things that might have been,
came to their ears. The voice said,
“Did you see that young couple? It
must be wonderful to be young—and
to be here in the moonlight.”
Margaret Hamilton touched the
hand of the young man. The place
was overpowering in its beauty. Un
believable. Tiny islands, flaming
A young man and a girl left
the house.
with blossoms, seemed vague and
unreal. There were no dimensions.
Jim Owenby propelled the little
craft into a sheltered bayou. Here
they were sheltered by a midnight
blackness, and his arms went about
the girl. He said nothing. He did
not kiss her. Here was a commun
ion which transcended the desire for
demonstration and caresses, and if
their bodies were vitally alive—if
they were acutely conscious of each
other—that was because they were
very young and very much in love.
And then he said, gently, “I
thought we could talk out here ...”
“I understand. Let’s go back, be
cause we must talk.”
They found a seat in an arbor
which was mantled with wisteria,
and Margaret said, “Now we can
talk.”
He took her hand. “It’s about
Kay Forrest,” he said.
Margaret nodded. “I knew that.”
“I’m sorry for her. Sony as hell.”
“So are we all.”
Jim Owenby hesitated. “I’ve al
ways known Kay. Since she was a
kid. She’s pretty swell.”
“Barney thinks so.”
“Well, he’s right.” Jim changed
the subject slightly. “You know,
Barney has stuff I didn’t think he
had. I thought he’d go under when
Kay married this Reynolds . . . but
during the past week he’s been tak
ing it on the chin like a man.”
She nodded. “We’ve been watch
ing him. too. Mother and I. It's
tough on him, but perhaps it’s what
he needed. A sort of tempering of
the steel that we know is in him.
I’m terribly sorry for him.”
Jim shook his head. “Why did
Kay marry Kirk Reynolds?”
Margaret said, “You tell me.”
“Right . . . and I’ll only be tell
ing you what everybody in Beverly
is saying. She was forced to marry
him so that she couldn’t testify
against him if he happened to be
tried for Harvey Jackson’s mur
der.”
“Of course.”
“She was with Reynolds that
night. She saw what happened.”
“Do you blame her for being
afraid of him?”
“No. She’s just a kid. And to
see a murder . . . She’s in a rotten
spot, but that doesn’t alter the fact
that—unless we’re wrong about ev
erything—Kirk Reynolds murdered
Harvey, and Harvey was my best
friend.”
“I see . . . And so?”
“And so,” he said bitterly, “I
can’t let matters stand where they
are. I want to talk to Kay—want
to see if she’ll tell me the truth.”
Margaret pressed his hand. She
said quickly, “You mustn’t.”
“Why?”
“It isn’t fair. Kay came here to
get away from the nasty gossip in
Beverly. She’s our guest ...”
“But suppose she knew that she
was going to be protected?”
“She couldn’t know that. She’d
only know that you’d be willing to
do your best.”
He said gravely, “In this State a
woman may testify against her hus
band. The law merely says that she
cannot be compelled to.”
“You mustn’t, Jim.”
“But I must.”
“Why?”
“Because Harvey was my best
friend, that’s reason number one.
Secondly, I’m fond of Kay.”
Margaret was staring off into the
night. She hoped that her voice was
steady. “Suppose you knew that
Kirk killed Harvey. What would
you do?”
“I’m not sure.” He paused brief
ly. Then, “Listen, dear—and try
to understand. A man can’t just sit
back and do nothing. I can’t ...
and neither can Barney.”
“Barney?”
“Of course. He’s all shot by this
marriage of Kay’s.”
“You and Barney have been dis
cussing it, haven’t you?”
“Of course. As a matter of fact,
we haven’t talked about much else.”
“And so?”
"We feel like a couple of prims
saps. Or perhaps that sounds more
flippant than I intend. What I’m
driving at is that—for everybody’s
sake—we don’t intend to" let Rey
nolds get away with this.”
“You know he’s dangerous.”
“What of it?”
“This, Jim . . . and I’m trying
not to be selfish. The past few years
haven’t been easy for us. You didn’t
know Dad—so you can’t understand
what his death really meant. Then
the financial collapse and the sym
pathy of our friends—which was the
wrong kind of sympathy. And Moth
er’s worry over Barney which led to
our coming down here so he could
get away from wealthy friends who
were too kind.”
She paused and he touched her
hand reassuringly.
“I know. Plenty tough sledding.”
“It is. Beverly has done a lot for
all of us. I’ve been happy—maybe
because I found you. But whatever
the cause, I’m jealous of my happi
ness. I don’t want it destroyed.”
CHAPTER VII
Barney said, “I’m proud of you,
Kay. My mother is proud of you.
Margaret is proud of you. The cook
is proud of you.”
Kay laughed in spite of herself.
“The third waffle?” she inquired.
“Plus grits and shrimp and what
have you.”
The girl rose from the breakfast-
table and joined Mrs. Hamilton on
the veranda. The morning was bril
liant; pleasantly cool and crystal
clear. Dozens of tiny bateaus were
waiting patiently for passengers,
and already several could be seen
nosing quietly through the placid la
goons.
Barney came from the house and
joined his mother and Kay.
Kay looked up into the clean-cut,
boyish face. “Going into town?”
she asked.
“Needs must. Heavy business.”
There was a shadow of appre
hension in her eyes. “Shopping?”
“Yes. For Mother.” Strong fin
gers closed about her arm. “And
that’s all, Chica. My word of honor.”
Kay followed him into the house,
leaving Mrs. Hamilton alone on the
veranda.
A bateau approached the shore,
navigating an eccentric course. In
the double, high-backed seat amid
ships, Mrs. Hamilton saw an elderly
couple, and even at this distance it
was apparent that the woman was
more than a trifle nervous. The boat
man was white, a long, angular in
dividual who paddled the little craft
viciously, to the further discomfort
of his passengers. Mrs. Hamilton
recognized the man. Jeff Butler,
she remembered—and she had nev
er liked him. He had seemed a sul
len and resentful person. She knew
instinctively that something was
wrong, and this suspicion became
certainty when Jeff drove the nose
of the boat far up on the sloping
bank with a last powerful stroke of
his paddle.
Mrs. Hamilton rose to greet them.
“Anything wrong?” she inquired.
“Yes.” The man spoke in a high,
excited voice. “Who’s in charge
around here?”
“I am. Why?”
“That fellow who had us in his
boat . . .’’He gestured toward the
lagoon. “He was drunk.”
Ruth Hamilton’s eyes narrowed.
“I’m terribly sorry . . .”
“I was so frightened,” interjected
the little woman. “I didn’t know
what was going to happen. I thought
every minute he might drown us.”
“That wouldn’t be likely. The wa
ter is very shallow in most places.
But that doesn’t rectify matters. Sit
down . . .” She designated chairs.
“Tell me just what happened.”
“He acted queer right from the
beginning. And when we got inta
the boat, he was ugly—”
“—And insulting, wasn’t he, Ar
thur?”
“Quite. He kept paddling us, fast,
when we wanted to stop and look at
things. He wouldn’t do what we
wanted—”
“And he had liquor on his breath.”
“Then he got very angry when ws
told him to bring us in. Now, we’r#
not complaining . . .”
“But you have every right to com
plain. I know the man and I don’t
like him. I’m glad of this definite
excuse to let him go.”
The woman softened. “We don’t
want anybody to lose his job . .
(TO Bt CONIIHUMM-
MAYBE FATHER WILL LIKE THESE?
(Recipes Below.)
HOUSEHOLD
QUESTIONS
Cleaning Dust Mops.—Use your
vacuum cleaner to clean the dust
mops with.
• • •
Care of Woodenware.—Wooden-
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Soak Dried Fruits. — Raisins,
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Household Neuis
Foods Men Like to Eat
What are the foods that Father
likes best—the fine, old-fashioned
dishes—tasty, full of flavor, and per
fectly cooked! He likes a meal to
be composed of only a few foods;
he wants to know what he is eating,
and he does not want foods swathed
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Left to his own devices, many a
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some, weU-bal-
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Each of these recipes, tested in
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Vegetable Soup.
(Serves 6)
2 pounds soup bone
2 tablespoons fat
2 quarts cold water
1 tablespoon salt
% teaspoon pepper
2 tablespoons barley
1 cup canned tomatoes
1 onion
% cup carrots (cut in cubes)
cup celery (cut in small pieces)
Vz cup potatoes (cut in cubes)
Vz cup peas
Remove a portion of meat from
cracked soup bone and cut into
pieces. Brown in hot fat. Place
browned meat, soup bone, season
ings, and barley in kettle and add
cold water. Cover and cook until
boiling point is reached. Then sim
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tender. Cool and skim off excess
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Devil’s Food Cake.
(Makes one two-layer cake)
1V4 cups granulated sugar
2 ounces chocolate
1% cups milk
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Vz cup butter
2 eggs
2 cups cake flour
% teaspoon salt
3 teaspoons baking powder
Place Vz cup sugar, chocolate and
cup milk in saucepan and cook,
stirring constant
ly, until thick.
Add vanilla ex
tract and cool.
Cream butter and
add remaining
sugar. Separate
eggs, beat egg
yolks and add
slowly. Then add
the cooled chocolate mixture. Mix
and sift all dry ingredients and add
alternately with the remaining milk.
Bake in 2 well-greased laytr-cake
pans in a moderate oven (375 de
grees) for approximately 25-30 min
utes. Ice with boiled icing.
Apple Pie.
(Makes 1 pie)
Cheese pastry
6 cooking apples
Flour
Vs teaspoon salt
% cup granulated sugar
Cinnamon
Nutmeg
1 teaspoon lemon juice
Line a pie tin with pie crust. Peel
the apples and cut in slices. Sprin
kle the bottom of the pastry with
flour, salt and granulated sugar.
Pile in the apples, filling very full.
Dot with butter and sprinkle with
cinnamon, nutmeg, sugar and lemon
juice. Cover with the top crust,
crimp the edges together and score
the top to allow the steam to escape.
Bake in a hot oven (425 degrees)
for about 40 minutes.
Pigs-in-Taters.
(Serves 6)
6 large baking potatoes
6 tablespoons margarine
4 to 5 teaspoons milk
\Vz teaspoons salt
Paprika
Vz pound small sausages (cooked)
Wash and dry potatoes. Place on
rack in hot oven (500 degrees), and
bake for about 45 minutes, or until
the potatoes are done. Cut a slice
from one side of each and scoop out
the inside. Mash thoroughly, add
margarine, salt and paprika. Refill
the potato shells. Make a depres
sion in the center of each, and ar
range in it 2 or 3 sausages. Bake in
a moderate oven (350 degrees) for
about 10 minutes, or until brown.
Harvest Moon Doughnuts.
(Makes 24 doughnuts)
Vk cup butter
1 cup sugar
2 eggs
4 cups flour
4 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon nutmeg
Vz teaspoon cinnamon
1 cup milk
1 teaspoon vanilla
Fat for deep fat frying
Cream butter and sugar. Beat in
eggs. Sift together dry ingredients
and add alter
nately with milk.
Add vanilla. Roll
dough V\ ■■ inch
thick and cut with
doughnut cutter.
Fry in deep fat at
385 degrees until
doughnuts are
golden brown on
both sides. Drain
on absorbent paper. Sugar lightly,
if desired.
Hot Water Cheese Pastry.
(Makes 1 2-crust pie)
% cup shortening
6 tablespoons boiling water
2 cups general purpose flour
1 teaspoon salt
Vz teaspoon baking powder
1 cup American cheese (grated)
Place shortening in warm bowl,
pour boiling water over it, and
cream thoroughly with a fork. Place
flour, salt and baking powder in
flour sieve and sift gradually into
the creamed mixture. Add cheese.
Mix thoroughly. Make up into
doughball, then chill in refrigerator.
When ready to bake remove from
refrigerator, divide dough and roll
out. Line pastry tin with one por
tion of the pastry and proceed with
desired pie recipe.
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stuff them with chicken or fish salad.
Chopped ham may be added to
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Try combining two or more kinds
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be served in the regular way or
used as a sauce for other dishes.
Fruit Sandwiches — Put some
dates or figs through a mincer and
mix with some finely chopped
nuts. Add a few drops of lemon
juice, mix with cream cheese, and
spread on slices of brown buttered
bread.
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