The New Ulm Enterprise (New Ulm, Tex.), Vol. 36, No. 40, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 11, 1946 Page: 3 of 8
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THE NEW ULM ENTERPRISE, THURSDAY, JULY 11, 1946
THE ITOIT THUS FAB: Ui« Brace,
FBI operator, laepector Tope and Mr,.
Tope met la the Maine wood!. Tope
found a man murdered .at auto camp.
The body waa Prat tdentUed aa Mr. Lad-
force, head at New Bacland ulUlUea. A
ear believed to have beoa need la the
murder waa ralaed from the quarriee,
with a woman', murdered body laaido.
Proof had boon found that both the mur-
dered man and the woman had been ad-
aalalatorod dope prior to their murder.
The eaao, with the oulclde of Kell, teemed
to have blown up la Top.', taco aad
doo Daae, aaaletaat D.A., took over the
eaao. Tope, however, edll had ptaaa
aad aahed Brace to help without aaylaa
what ha had to naiad.
CHAPTER XIII
“Stay and stay, aa if you didn’t
know when to go. Stay till I coma.”
He turned to Mr. Eberly. "I expect
you’ve old clothee and fishing tackle
up et the lodge?” he suggested.
“Clothes, yes. Fishing things are
at home. Why?” —
“I’ll lend you mine,” said Tope.
“Wait here.” He turned to Mrs.
Tope. “You come along, ma’am,”
he suggested mildly, “—case I can’t
find things.”
So they departed toward Cascade
together; and Adam wondered what
instructions Tope was giving Mrs.
Tope. Then the old man returned
alone, rod in hand, pockets bulging.
“I’ve got all you’ll need, Mr.
Eberly,” he said. “Now 1 want to
make a phone-call to Whitlock—
we may need him. Then I’ll be
with you.”
Upon the dot of half-past four, Mr.
Eberly, alone, wearing shoe-pacs,
riding breeches, a loose flannel shirt
and a bulky hunting coat buttoned
to his throat, came in his own car
up the drive to the Ledforge place
in the hills above Ridgcomb Mr.
Eberly was rather pale, but steady.
The driveway forked, a little be-
low the house; one way led to the
house itself, the other toward the
garages and the service wing Mr.
Eberly turned in that direction, and
as he came to the court upon which
the garages faced, he pressed his
horn.
There were living quarters above
the stalls for the cars. At one of
the windows there a man appeared,
called: “Right. Carl. I ll be down.”
Mr. Eberly stayed in the car. kept
his engine running. A pulse was
thumping faintly in his throat I.ed-
forge, his fishing gear in his hands,
a moment later appeared He came
briskly toward the car, a gray-
haired little man with a long nose,
deep lines framing his mouth, some-
thing suggestive ot the Oriental in
the cant of his eyes. He glanced
behind him toward the house,
climbed into the car, grasped Eber-
ly by the hand.
“How are you, Carl?”
“First rate,” Eberly assured him.
He added “I phoned to make sure
you had arrived. You so often have
to change your plans.”
“Lucky you did,” Ledforge
agreed. “My sister has callers.
Your Miss Dewain, and an iron-
jawed woman I don’t know Alice
fusses about my wearing woods
clothes in the house. That’s why I
told you to come here instead of the
front door.” And he said: “The
trout should rise. Wind’s wester-
ly.”
Eberly made no comment. He was
guiding the car up the winding road
toward the trout pond, and a thick
growth of hemlock and pine had al-
ready hidden from their view the
house below them.
Ledforge remarked’ "I’m in a
fishing mood, Carl. Sick of New
York. I’d like to stay up here a
month and do nothing but fish with
you.”
“How are things in New York?”
Ledforge said, moving his shoul-
ders as though to shake off a bur-
den: "Well, I’ve had an unpleasant
few days. Holdom has gone wrong.
Carl. But let me forget business
Been doing any fishing?”
“Got a new rod,” Eberly replied.
“And I’ve gone back to snclled
flies."
"The trout won t know the differ-
ence," Ledforge chuckled. ’ Well,
here we are.”
Eberly pulled up beside the boat
house, and they got out and began
to set up their rods. “We’re here
just at the right time," Ledforge
decided "Best fishing is Horn now
till dark.”
Eberly nodded, and they tuined
toward the boathouse.
Ledforge was ahead, Eberly be-
hind; and Eberly cleared his throat
rather loudly, and he asked in a
strained tone:
"Rufus, you feel al) right?”
Ledforge whirled to look at him.
"Certainly! I’m tired, but I’m al-
ways tired. Why?”
“I don’t quite know,” Eberly ad-
mitted. “Something about you
seems—different. Your voice, and
the way you handle that rod. and
you look a little thinner."
Ledforge laughed, not mirthfully.
"If you’d been working as hard as
I—and I’ve a slight cold.”
Eberly nodded. "So have I.
That’s why I bundled up against this
wind.” He added insistently: "1
don’t know what it is. The way you
walk, maybe. You look taller—”
“Nonsense,” Ledforge curtly in-
sisted. “Come. Get in!" He slid
the canoe into the water.
“1 feel a lot more secure tn the
r«wboat," Eberly suggested.
“And so do the trout,” Ledforge
retorted with a laugh. “They hear
the rowlocks as soon aa we leave
the dock. Time you got over bo-
ing afraid of a canoe, old man.”
Eberly grinned. “Oh, all right.
My life is in your hands," ho said,
and took the front seat. He held to
the edge of the dock while Ledforge
got in, then took his paddle, and they
moved away, out of the little oove,
around the wooded point, across the
pond.
Once Eberly turned half around
in his seat to look back. The boat-
house was completely hidden by
the wooded point between. The wind
was behind them, toward the mouth
of the gorge where the dam held
back these waters. Ledforge, when
they were a hundred yards offshore,
said:
“Stop paddling, Carl, and let’s try
them here. We’ll drift with the
wind, fish the shoals here first, and
the deep water afterward.”
“Good enough,” Eberly agreed.
He laid down his paddle and began
to cast, turning a little sidewise so
that his back cast would not inter-
fere with Ledforge. Thus he was
“Now. Miss Ledforge, I’m sorry,
but you mustn't try to deceive us.”
able to see the other man out of the
corner of his eye; and this somehow
was consoling. The back of his neck
no longer crawled; his spine was no
longer cold.
Yet he cast badly, his line a tangle
on the water. But Ledforge. he saw,
did no better. The other’s line
splashed and slatted against the
| side of the canoe. Ledforge may
have felt Eberly's s.delong glance,
for he said:
"This line's sticky. Need a new
one, I guess.” And then he said:
' "Hullo, you're perspiring. Carl! Bet-
ter unbutton that coat.”
Eberly hesitated. "1 am a little
| hot." he agreed, and—his back to-
ward the other man—he loosed the
upper buttons. He said: "You’ve
I forgotten how to cast. Rufus."
There was a momentary pause.
They had drifted. Eberly perceived,
out into the deep water where the
old brook-channel ran.
And then Ledforge said:
"I’ll try it standing up. Always
could do better so."
He got uncertainly to his feet, and
seemed to totter. Ai d suddenly they
were both in the water. The canoe,
as Ledforge in falling clung to it,
dipped one gunwale and thus over-
turned. the other gunwale coming
' down hard across Eberly’s hips as,
belatedly, he scrambled clear.
The point that hid the boathouse
was well over a hundred yards
away, the dam and the near shoul-
, der of the gorge perhaps fifty yards.
1 Ledforge. without a word, began to
i swim toward the rocky shore bc-
' side the dam.
, Eberly did not call out as he
watched Ledforge swim so quietly
away.
Joe Dane, in the hour of Tope's
humiliation, was quick with a theory
of his own. "The whole thing's plain
enough," he declared. "Ledforge
was having an affair with Mrs. Kell,
brought her to Dewain's Mil) that
night; and Kell trailed them there
and killed both of them.”
They stood in Will Banion's chap-
el. Quill was gone. Doctor Medford
busy somewhere in the small rooms
behind. Mat Cumberland scratched
his head
So Joe remembered Earl Priddy
and Isaac Murrell, and took Cum-
berlnnd to hear their stories. Cum-
berland questioned Ike at length,
and was half convi < cd al last tnat
Rufus Ledforge had been on Friday
night in Little Bear Afterward they
dropped Earl and Ike at Dewain's
Mill, and Mat Cumberland himself
thanked them for great services to
the commonwealth, while Mr. Mur-
rel) and Mrs. Priddy stood by in
excited pride. Then Joe and Cum-
berland drove on.
It was just past five when they
came up the drive to the Ledforge
mansion. Joe recognized Bee De-
wain's car at the steps. “What’s
1 she doing here?" he wondered; but
the district attorney had no answet
to propose.
Joe rang the bell and asked to
see Miss Ledforge. She came to
them in the small reception room,
and Joe said grimly:
“Miss Ledforge, I’ve an unpleas-
ant duty. This is District Attorney
Cumberland. I’m Mr. Dane, Ms as-
sistant. We’ve found a man dead;
and some people think it is your
brother, Mr. Ledforge. Will you
view the body, identify it?’’
The frail old woman turned white
as snow. “My brother?” she whis-
pered.
“Yoe. Rufus Ledforge.’*
“But Rufus is herel” Miss Led-
forge protested, her weak voice
somehow desperate.
“Here?** It was Joe’s turn to be
shaken. Then he smiled. “Now,
Miss Ledforge, Pm sorry, but you
mustn’t try to deceive us.”
“But he is," she insisted, urgent-
ly. “He’s up nt the trout pond fish-
ing with Mr. Eberly."
Joe Dane looked at Mat, and he
demanded angrily: “Where is this
trout pond?”
“Why, you take the road past the
garage," Miss Ledforge told him.
“You can’t miss it.” Her voice was
tremulous, her white hand pressed
to her bosom.
Dane turned. “Come on. Mat,”
he said harshly. "We’ll soon see!"
But Mat said: "Look out, Joe!”
Miss Ledforge, swaying like a reed,
had slipped softly to the floor.
They were alone in the reception
room, but the door into the hall was
open. At Mat's ejaculation. Bee De-
wain appeared there in the door-
way, Mrs. Tope behind her. Joe
had tried, too late, to catch the faint-
ing woman; he was on his knees
now, beside her; he looked up stu-
pidly at Bee, and the girl with a
gesture swept him aside.
"Get out of here, both of you!’’
she cried. “You heartless idiots!
We’D take care of her!”
Adam carried a rifle; Whitlock,
the last to emerge, carried a small
outboard motor, awkwardly.
"All right, Adam,” Tope said
briskly. “You and Beal get out on
the point, where you can see. Whit-
lock, put the motor on the rowboat,
and don't make any noise. Adam,
we won't start till you shoot. Miss
him once; but hit him if you have
to."
Adam nodded, moved quickly
away. Behind him, Tope and Whit-
lock were busy for a whi'e Then
they waited, silent, ready.
Adam lay prone in the underbrush
on the point, the rifle trained. The
canoe was well offshore; he saw the
men in it stop paddling and begin
to fish. His pulse was shaking him.
Later, Ledforge stood up in the
canoe; and then he lurched uvcrs.de
and fell. The canoe overturned,
floated with its bottom just awash.
Adam, his eyes peering through the
sights, saw Eberly floating with his
head well out of water, saw Led-
forge swimming toward the shore.
Ten yards of open water lav be-
tween the two men.
Ledforge turned to look back. And
then he began to swim back toward
the other man. Eberly threw up
one arm!
Adam pressed the trigger; he saw
the water leap upward where the
bullet hit, midway between the
two men. Ledforge looked toward
the sound of the report; and at the
same instant the outboard motor on
the rowboat in the cove started with
a staccato roar.
Adam threw in another shell; but
then the boat, racing toward the
two men in the water, came between
him and Ledforge. He leaped to his
feet as the boat came to where
the two men were.
Whitlock handled the boat; Tope
was in the bow. Whitlock cut off
the engine, and they coasted to a
stop. Ledforge had reached Mr.
Eberly, was supporting the other
man in the water
“It's all right, Carl!" he said re-
assuringly, in the sudden silence as
the engine died. “Take it easy.
You’re all right now.”
And then Tope and Whit'ock were
helping them both into the boat.
Without a word, when this was done,
Whitlock started the engine, pre-
venting conversation; and he swung
the boat back toward the cove. Whit-
lock sat in the stem. Tope in the
bow, Ledforge and Eberly side by
side on the midships thwart.
Ledforge, facing forward, saw
men appear on the wharf, as they
approached. Two came leaping from
a car; two came running along the
shore. One of these two held a rifle
in his hands. But the buzzing roar
of the engine made it impossible for
the moment for Ledforge to ask
questions which the sight of these
strangers provoked; and when, the
engine cut, they slid alongside the
wharf, Joe Dane had the first word.
“What in blazes!” he demanded.
"Tope, what are you doing here?**
Tope said gently: “Call it med-
dling, Joe.”
Then Ledforge cut in, Ms faoe
white with anger.
“Just a minute!" he exclaimed.
"I’ve a few questions to ask, my-
self,” he added. "Of course, Mr.
Eberly and I are grateful tor your
rescue; but after all, you're tres-
passers.” He glanced at the gun
in Adam's hand. "Poachers too,
apparently. Out of season, and on
private land. May 1 have an ex-
planation?"
<TO BK CONTtNLTDi
I More Honorary Degrees
For 1946
Yoieks, Harriet Sue (secretary,
stenographer and runner up for the
1937 Mias Yonkers award): Private
secretary to Artemus G. Bilge,
prominent business man and base-
ball addict, at no time did you ever
meet the telephonic inquiry, "Is Mr.
Bilge in?" with the reply, “Who is
calling Mm?" This makes you an
unique and extraordinary character.
But above that it can be said that
neither did you ever get the call-
er’s name and then reply quickly,
"Mr. Bilge is in Indo-China for the
week-end.” Have a degree with ice
cream on top.
Clabby, James B. (sports writer
and gentleman of integrity): Help
yourself to any degree in the house,
with music. Assigned to’ cover the
training camps in connection with
a world championship bout you re-
fused to build up the battle beyond
a reasonable point. You once went
so far as to hint it might not be
much of a battle. Wotta-manl
Seeks, Herman G. (citizen, schol-
ar and bridge player): Asked to
serve on a high-sounding committee
to look into the causes of juvenile
delinquency, you let out a war
whoop, banged your desk and de-
manded. “What! Another commit-
tee? There are too many working
on it already. To solve that prob-
lem all you have to do is take a look
at the movies.” Here’s our degree
as Doctor of Candor. And have a
glass of beer as you go outl
• • •
HARD TO GET
I told the man I’d like to get
A little harmony;
He said: "The ceilings are too low;
Production isn’t free”;
I asked about some world accord,
Prepared or in the rough;
He shrugged Ms shoulders and re-
plied,
“We just can’t get the stuff.”
“What are my chances for same
peace?”
I asked him with a sigh;
“The trouble is,” he answered me,
“Demand exceeds supply”;
“We need some trustfulness," I said
“And honesty true blue”;
He said, “It’s awful hard to get,
Not much is coming through."
“Is tolerance yet coming through?
How’s patience and restraint?”
"Production should be good," he
said,
“But just the same it ain’t."
Of milk of human kindness I
Next made an inquiry,
But got the word I’d have to have
A high priority.
• • •
VANISHING AMERICANISMS
“Here’s a nickel; go get me a couple
0/ melons."
“ITanted: Maid and general housework-
er; 115 a week."
“And I also uanl some top round for
the dog and a little fresh liver for the
cat."
A brewery worker, denied ad-
mission to a union because he
couldn’t lift a 192-pound keg of
beer from the street to a plat-
form six feet high, brought suit.
' In a court test to which six union
brewery members were sum-
moned only one could do the
stunt. Possibly the man who
made the union rules was a
“light beer” man.
The three biggest tobacco com-
panies in the country have been
held to be a trust in violation of the
anti-trust laws. We hope all were
able to light a cigarette and find
I complete nonchalance.
CAN YOU REMEMBER—
Away back when there was considerable
brotherly love in this country?
The New York Telephone com-
pany is 50 years old this year. It
goes away back to the days when
people could be happy when not
talking.
• • •
A Long Island doctor, unable to gel an
auto, is making his calls on a bicycle. It
must be nice to gel "what you need is
exercise" from a sawbones uho is getting
some.
• • •
Pfc. Oscar Purkey was asked how
things were coming along on his
battle for a decent home and re-
plied, “It looks better. Most of
the new roller coasters, chute-the-
chutes and race tracks have been
about completed.”
...
The skipper of a ferryboat has
i discovered that in a bread shortage
seagulls will take cake. We asked
' John Kieran for confirmation. He
1 reported that as an old seagull stu-
I dent he could state that those birds
prefer cake and have been known to
fly 5,000 miles for a chocolate layer
cake and put in another 1,000 miles
if there were nuts on top.
...
The line of the week: Jimmy Du-
rante's "I guess I came into this
just to get into a place that was air
conditioned” on Information Please.
NEEDLECRAFT PATTERNS
—
ITS EASY to do cable stitch.
1 Why not make this rug—so lux-
urious yet inexpensive. Use it
either in the bedroom or the bath-
room.
Harness Horse Racing Has
Surprising Growth in U S.
Harness horse racing has been
staged in the United States since
the early 1800s, yet it has received
little publicity because it has been
confined largely to county fairs,
says Collier’s. However, besides
being America's number one rural
sport for many years, it probably
surpassed all others in growth
during the war.
Compared with the 1940 season,
the number of meets will increase
in 1948 from about 850 to 1,100, the
attendance from 15,000,000 to 20,-
•00,000, and the purses from 92,-
000,000 to $4,000,000.
Mo
The oyster shell is good for some-
thing. Put it in the bottom of the
tea ketgfc and it will prevent for-
mation of hard-water scale.
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If you prefer to close up ths
shelves where your canned goods
are stored, try this trick. Fasten
worn out window shades, still on
rollers, to the top shelves and pull
down to desired length.
In buildtag a casement window
in the kitchen remember that it
should open out, not in. And ths
base should be at least a foot
above the sink.
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