The Lampasas Daily Leader (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 36, No. 124, Ed. 1 Saturday, July 29, 1939 Page: 3 of 4
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to 10 or 15 degrees below zero when the machinery was working.
Evening was coming on, and still their job wasn't Inished.
The market had closed and every one had gone home before John
Anally got the machinery working properly. He still had to test
it, though, and ho turned the controls on fuU and he and his
helper climbed out of the basement and went up through the big,
empty market to the sharp freeser room to see how rapidly the
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And you're not to
know the answers. Is that perfectly
clear?” --------
She said, "I can't think . . .”
“You’ll have time enough for
that** His words were close clipped
“But whatever you think—always
remember this, anyone else who
knows about this is going to And
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A little roadster, having as pas-
sengers Kay Forrest and Barney
Hamilton, approached Beverly from
the east, bumped across the rail-
road tracks and moved slowly up
Palmetto Avenue toward Monument
Square
The Square was crowded. Out-
side the White Star Hotel was a fleet
of cars, most of them wearing the
license plates of other States. The
general trend of passenger traffic
was eastward, toward Cathedral
SYNOPSIS
Beautiful, young Kay Forraat ha* been employed by Chrtatlne Ma;
photographer, to poee tor a series of pictures, the --- '
be exquisite Cathedral Gardena, famous Southern
one Jeff Butler, mean, unscrupulous "swamp ai
on th* two women. Kay. of necessity, is scant
camera studies Kay frequently stay* with Mrs._____________
ney. of whom Kay Is very tend, and her daughter Margaret. Mr*. Hamilton, a
remarkable woman, conceived the Idea of the Garden* following th* death of
her husband. On* night, after a local dance. Kirk Reynold*, a ne'er-do-well
gambler of Beverly, a resort town, and Kay go for a ride. Kirk'-----
with that of Harvey Jackson, and during the ensuing argument Kirk whips
a gun and kill* the young, popular engineer. Kay I* completely *tunn«d by
tragedy.
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Than, suddenly, the big blade of the knife broke!
He had even told his helper to be careful
in closing that door behind him. But now, as John walked in, his
helper, following behind him, gave the door a thoughtless bang.
Looked in! And In a small, eramped room whose temper-
ature was rapidly going down! Going to 15 below sero!
Net oven an Eskimo could live through a
at sueh a temperature, and John and his
Reynolds. You haven’t heard it be-
cause you haven’t been in town in
the last two weeks. And I haven’t
told you. But I'll tell you this much
—I don't like the idea of your play-
ing around with him."
She said, “I don't either, Barney.
But this morning I’ve got to see
him."
“Check! I wish you'd tell mo
what's what."
"I would ... if I could."
r At either end of the town on this
highway are new and impressive
archways, designed by leading car-
penters and flaunting to the tourist
world sentiments collaborated on by
prominent members of the local
Chamber of Commerce who daily
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Beverly is bisected by State High-
ay No. 11 which nine due east and
est and digresses only briefly at
Lonument Square to circle the
bnerabte two-story brick court-
□use which stands solidly and sol-
Jnnly under benevolent old oak
Mrs. Emma Forrest was a fine
woman. Her friends agreed that
she was fine; that she had an over-
plus of those sterling and pious qual-
ities which make tor social success
and domestic happiness in a town
uk* Beverly.
mo one, or at least very few, per-
sons ever criticized Emma Forrest,
bhe ran her home immaculately,
dressed weii ano plainly, did ardent
enuren work, belonged to a reaorng
circle, and was inordinately lond of
helping neighbors wnen tnere was
illness in toe nouse, thougn it was
not unknown that alter tnese neigh-
borly excursions sue invariably had
something to talk about: something made a mental note of it.
personal and intimate, like the
dearth of bed linen or the condition
of kitchen plumbing or the shocking
failure of the ill woman to have
stocked her pantry shelves with pre-
serves.
Mrs. Forrest was forty-eight years
of age. She was not fat, but she
definitely was heavy. Solid. Not com-
fortable at all, but solid. Folks as-
Koreaa BeaMreae
Korean women ean cany their
wardrobes in their hats. The head
coverings, worn bv these women
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“I've got to think It Whatever
the trouble to, it started the night
you went to the dance with him.”
"Yes.” Her eyes were somber.
“As a matter of fact, Barney, that's
why I’m in town today."
"Why?"
“To see Kirk."
“But why? What's the big idea of
wasting your time on a louse like
him?"
She said, “I’ve got to talk to him,
that's all I can tell you."
The boy's eyes narrowed. “That
telephone call you got last night,
was that from him?"
“Yes.”
“He told you to come in this morn-
ing?"
"He asked me to."
“And you won’t explain what's
eating on you?"
“Barney! I can’t! It isn’t that I
don’t want to."
yi see." He spoke gently. “Lis-
ten, honey—there’s a lot of nasty
his poww.
They mw Kay step out of Barney
Hamilton’s little car. They saw her
move up the walk; cross the veran-
da. They saw her come through the
front door and approach the dining-
room. Mrs. Forrest greeted her with
a remark which was not unobvioue.
Mrs. Forrest said, “We’ve been
waiting for you. Katherine."
Kay caught an almost impercep-
tible warning flicker of her father’s
right eyelid. Therefore she answered
meekly, “Yes, ma'am."
(TO BK CONTINUED)
"Of course Cathedral Gardens are
beyond description. You must see
them. But when you do come, plan
to stay a few days. This to a queer
little town, but lots of fun. The ho-
tel isn't half bad and there's danc-
ing every night. One good picture-
house, and several places along the
roads servo barbecue sandwiches
which ar* worth driving a few miles
to get. There are other things,
Th* proprietor will tip you off I
thinks you're sate—believe it or not
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Regular crap-table, and it's fun, pro-
vided you don't mind losing a little.
We have stayed five days and we're
coming back when the azaleas are
over and th* lotus season begins.
They say that’s goinpto b* breath-
taking."
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And, on mor* than on* occasion,
tetters were despatched from gen-
tlemen tourists to other gentle-
men who might become tourist*.
These letters touched on another
point
". . . And in addition to all that,
Jim, old man, there’s plenty of hot-
cha here. If you're lonely, meet
Miss Henkel, the beauty operator
in the hotel. She's easy on th* eye*
and boy! how tropic! The rest to
up to you. As a matter of fact, th*
in *this burg think of th* jazz inva-
sion.
^ “P. 8. This Henkel dame answer*
to th* name of Babe. What she
answer* to something els* again. A
word to the wise to foolWi." ,
Virtually AH Beach .
Although Denmark to toss than
one-third the size of Florida, this
water* in summer to about th* same ----**’--------- - “
as that off the south of England, it
to said. Th* North sea side of Jut-
land—the mainland of Denmark—to
virtually one continuous sand beach.
The Baltic side of Jutland and all
th* islands also are dotted with
bathing places.
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th* town from east or j
west, you ar* confronted by this: ,
WELCOME TO BEVERLY
Pop. 6,500
Departing, th* tourist glimpses
the reverse side of the same arch-
way and to edified by another lit-
erary confection:
PLEASED TO HAVE MET YOU
COME AGAIN TO BEVERLY
Pop. 0,500
Artistically and perhaps estheti-
cally the sign* are intriguing, how-
ever little they might seem to blend
with the sleepy tranquillity of the lit-
tle southern town. They ar* wrong,
however, in one important respect,
the optimistic Chamber of Com-
merce being inclined to Ignore cold
facts.
Some few persons resent an ex-
aggeration which defies the Federal
census of 1930. Government ftgqre*
proclaim to the world that the mu-
nicipality of Beverly ha* 4,378 resi-
dent*. Members of the Chamber of
Commerce declare frequently, offi-
cially and vehemently that this
count to untrue and that there has
been deliberate and unforgivable
discrimination. They appear to be-
lieve that such an undercount to a
cataclysmic thing, affecting the
well-being of the entire world, and
their assertion that sixty-five hun-
dred persona reside in the little town
to merely a method of answering
this libel. "All right," to the effect
of their abatement, "we'll tell the
world how many people we think we
have."
These sign-boards are a direct and
proximate result of the successful
launching of Cathedral Gardens.
With the Gsrdens completed, the
gravel road leading to them freshly-
scraped, the White Star Hotel newly
papered-in spots—leading citizens
and business men conceived the idea
that tourists might com* to visit
awhile. The sign* were therefor*
erected and casual arrangements '
made to entertain a few stranger*.
But for some reason which Beverly
never could quit* understand, the
fam* of th* Garden* spread over-
night. There were other beautiful
Gardens tn the South, many of them,
whose fame had been broadcast for
decades, but there was something
about this new place of Mrs. Ham-
ilton’s which intrigued the fancy of
tourists. They came not singly, but
in battalions. They descended upon
the somnolent little town and
swarmed about its streets. And
since Beverly was a considerable
distance from any large city—being
therefore a metropolis of sorts—the
tourists usually remained for two,
three or four days.
They visited Cathedral Garden* in
the early morning. They flocked
there during all the daylight hours.
And, almost invariably, they re-
mained in anticipation of moonlight
nights when the Gardens reached
the zenith of enchantment. Visitors
wrote to their friends:
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completely cover th* wearer to
waist. Upon occasion they caa
used as baskets. Hate and pod
books are combined by the wo<
of th* Igorrote tribe of th* Ph
pine Islands. Cigarettes, moi
and coemetica are carried hi
pockets of these girls' hate.
use every doggone bit of the knowledge he had acquired—to
save his life.
__, _______ ______________But, in the end, it was a penknife that saved the day. With-
talk going abound regarding Kirk out it, all of John’s technical skill would have been of little use
in the battle against the icy breath of doom which he and his
helper found themselves fighting. John’s knowledge told him
what not to do, but knowing what not to do isn’t enough when
death is clamping down and slowly wringing the life out of you.
it all happened in Springfield, Ill. On March 31, 1936,
John Kollins was called over there to make some repairs in
the refrigerating plant of the Morris Fish Market. He got
there early in the morning with his helper, and they worked hard all
. day on the job.
_______ ________ I Th* market had several cooler rooms carrying below-freezing tem-
He lighted a cigarette with ftngera ' peratures and on* room, called a sharp fish freezer, that went down
Which were none too steady. "Go- ‘‘ “
ing back to the Gardens tonight?"
"Yes.”
"With me?"
“I hope so."
“I'll pick you up here at five.
Oke?"
"Right. So now*> . ." She put a
warm hand over his in brief caress.
Then she jumped out of the car and
moved up the walkway toward the
veranda of her home. He looked
after her with troubled eyes.
"Something’s awful wrong,”
told himself, "and I'm going to find
out what it is."
My helper was ell for taking a big block of tee and trying to ram
th* door down, but 1 knew better than to try it. The door was too
strong, and, if we failed to get out on the first try, it would be the end.
“I had built this plant eight year* before. I knew th* am-
monia colls would not stand much jarring without springing a
leak. And once the ammonia got In, we'd have ehoked to
death before we had a ehanee to free**."
No—that was out. The only thing those two lad* could do was
cling to straws. They MIGHT just possibly be alive in th* morning.
Only Tool Is Two-Bladed Penknife.
John asked hi* helper if he had any tools In hi* pocket. The only
thing th* helper had was a small penknife with two blade*.
John told him they’d have to try digging their way out with that
knife.
Anything to keep their minds off the death that was clutching
at them—one degree at a time. They started hacking away at the plaster
that coated th* wells, cutting a hole about eight inches in diameter. 1*
didn't tek* long to cut through the plaster. It was only half an inch *
thick. But back of that was eight inch** oTctodL_____
"We took tarns digging," says John, “and made pregreee
little by little. But, all this time, th* machine was rmming to
the basement and the temperature was going down. It went from
flve—to ten—4* fifteen below, and our hand* became narnb as
we worked. Then, suddenly, th* big Made ef the half* brehe.
John Feels He Is Nearing End.
“1 set down and wrote a few words to my wife on the back of ene
Kay's hands were clasped in her
lap, her figure racked by dry sobs.
“Oh, Kirk ... it was so awful . . .”
“Lay off that. I’m trying to be
kind, but you won’t let me."
She said, "Will you go away?"
"No. That’d be a dumb play. Then
they'd know I did it."
"But if you stay in Beverly ..."
“I've got to. And you’ve got to
ploy along with me." Hi* hand fell
on her wrist. "You’ve got to; see?"
His voice frightened her. The kind-
lines* had gone from it. It had be-
come the sort of voice he had used
with Harvey Jackson. Cold,
ter. Inviting no argument.
She said, “I don’t understand . . ."
"Murder is murder," he explained
flatly. “A man can only be hanged
once. Does that tell you anything?"
“No . .
"Then listen. You saw something
tonight. You know I don't bluff. If
you open your mouth to i anyone
you’ll get the same dose Jackson
got.”
Calmly. Quietly. Just like that.
If you say a word to anybody. I’ll
kill you, too. She was like one
hypnotized . . . but the recent trag-
edy had been too vividly seared on
her young brain to admit of doubt.
"I’m scaring you because you
need to be scared." Hi* tone was
conversational. “I want you to real-
ize just what you’re up against.”
"But Kirk . . . you couldn't!"
"No?" He laughed mirthlessly. “A
man will do a heap of thing* to
save his own hide. You’re just a
kid. You’re all shot to hell by, what
you just saw. You’re figuring you’ve
got to talk to someone. Right?"
She said nothing; made no ges-
ture. He continued.
"You’d be likely to tell your fa-
ther. Or this Hamilton guy.
warning you . . . don’t!”
Still she did not answer.
"Here’s why," he went on. "And
1 don’t want to make it any tougher
on you than I can help. Only you've
got to understand. For your own
sake." His hand* were tight on the
wheel. "It won't be safe for any-
body to know what happened to-
night. If you tell your old man—or
Barney Hamilton—(.......
something about It.
healthy for them."
"But they had nothing to do with
it"
"They’ll be in it th* minute you
spill a word. And remember what
I said before: they can't kill me
any deader for killing three men
than for killing one."
That damnable logic again. Cold
statement of cold fact.
“I’d do it. You saw enough to-
night to know I would. So for their
sake* . . . you keep ’em out of it.'*
A pause, and then, "And one mor*
thing. Maybe you'll figure that if
you squealed I'd be thrown in jail
and everybody would be] safe. Well,
that don't go, either. My dice-deal-
er, Dais—I’ve enough on him to
hang him twice over. If I wanted to
get someone and couldn’t—on ac-
count of being in jail—he’d do it for
me. And be glad of the chance "
They pasaed a big white house set
far back from th* road. A planta-
tion. Kay saw people on the broad,
high veranda; heard snatches of
laughter and the syncopation of a
jazz orchestra playing in some gay
New York night spot . . . and in-
truding into this southern tragedy
through the loud speaker of a radio.
“Put yourself in my place," said
Kirk. “Then you’ll know I’m not
bluffing."
She could put herself in his
place; that was the staggering
thing. She knew that he was telling,
do less than the truth. She, of all
persona in the world, had reason to
know that he was deadly and cold-
blooded. She felt terribly young and
alone.
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of my cards. I was feeling mighty sleepy, and I knew I waa neartag
the end. And then out of a clear sky, my helper shook me and mdd
he had a small hole through to the outside.”
It was just a tiny bote. The on* they originally started had
■arrowed dewu almoet to a point. It did them mighty IMtto
good, but John's helper thought they might try sheaftag for help.
To please Ms helper, Jeka agreed to try—but be knew there was
■o on* la the beilding, and knew that the ehanee* ef any
one hearing them from the outside was mighty sDm.
For an ix>ur they kept up their intermittent shouting. John wan
yelling “PoUce," and his helper was just crying “Helpl" It was almoe*
10 o’clock by that time, and John had loot al! hop*. And then, suddenly,
they got an answer.
“Whero ar* you?" A man. parking his car in the alley beaide Ike
market, had heard them
The fellow broke in a window, found the freezer, and used the old tew
tong* to pry open the door.
“Be didn't know what to de about ns," says John, “until L
In my delirium, began yelling 'Police!' again. He thought that
was a coed Ido* and called the roue."
Th* police arrived and gave th* two men stimulants. Before tt warn
over, the newspaper photographers had arrived and they had to go
back into that freezer again to poee for picture*. But that time they
made darned certain that the door wouldn't slam shut on them.
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machine was bringing the temperature down.
Find Catch Broken on Freeser Door.
When they got to the freezer door, John noticed again that the
catch was broken. There was an old pair of ice tong* hanging
nearby, to open it in case it stack. He had seen that before, and
P ordinary working elbthes, knew that they’d be fosse* to death
long before morning,
“My heart almost failed me right then and there," says John, "but
M H HI if it hadn't been for my knowledge of the structure of this freezer, we
mrted‘th7t h^r f”."c. .howed‘Strength m‘fht have died before w oven had haff a chance to, tpr io get out
of character. Her manner was pos- “ ‘ .
itive—so positive that Andrew For-
rest, her rather smallish husband,
had acquired a chronic submissive-
neat. He never—or very seldom-
argued with Itynma, and on such
rar* occasions a* he did, he never
won. At least Emma never ac-
knowledged that he had. She was
that sort of a woman: a thing was
right because she sc’d it was right.
The good upper - middle - class
housewives of th* town admired
Emma Forrest. They admired her
sterling qualities, her goodness of
heart, her efficient management of
her household, her success in having
molded her twenty-two-year-old son,
Andy; into a stalwart masculine edi-
tion Of herself. And they wondered
why a thoughtless Providence had
inflicted upon her su^h a daughter
a* Kay. "She's wild, that’s what she
is—in spit* of everything her moth-
er has tried to do for her." They
said, "She’ll come to oo good end,
mark my words." They said, “It's
a pity Kay couldn’t have turned out
to be a fine girl. Emma didn’t de-
serve to have that sort of daughter."
By that, Beverly did not mean to
infer that Kay Forrest was immor-
al, although there were some few
who, without particular conviction,
hinted that they wouldn’t be so ter-
ribly surprised to learn that sb*
was.
This morning the family had fin-
ished breakfast They were wait-
ing, Mrs. Forrest and Andy rather
grim and pious. Andrew Forrest
who, by original selection and bio-
logical chance, had become nomi-
nal head of the household, uncer-
tain and ill at ease. He knew that
Kay was to be greeted with a bar-
rage of criticism, and inasmuch as
there existed between him and his
nineteen-year-old daughter a bond of
friendship and sympathy and under-
standing which was beyond the com-
prehension of th* virtuous Emma
... he waited gallantly to give
Pleasant hbme* on streets jutting
off from Monument Square placed
sign* in their front yards: "Tour-
ists Accommodated" and some of
them assumed names: "The Grey
House—Meals A Beds for Tourists,"
"Welcome to Ye Old* Inn*. Chick-
en Dinner* and Comfortable
Rooms," "Rooms. Meal*. Free
Parking. Make This Your Head-
quarter* White Visiting Cathedral
Gardens."
And *11 of this had happened sud-
denly and bewilderingly to a town
which for mor* than two hundred
year* had dozed placidly under
southern skies; a town which was
bordered on the east by Big Moc-
casin Swamp and on all other sides
by tradition; a town where busi-
ness had been depression-proof and
boom-proof; a town unaware of the
outside world except on those in-
frequent occasions when the na-
ilged in warfare. Bev-
tled, business men ap-
“A man ean only be hanged
Gardens. Farmers, in from th*
country in rattle-trap flivvers,
searched despairingly for parking
space and cursed Beverly's new pop-
ularity. The Constable on'duty at
the Square made large and frantic
gestures in an entirely futile effort
to regulate traffic.
. Barney asked a question. "Home?"
"Yes."
“Right away?"
"Yea."
He said, "You’re * funny. You
haven’t even been to town in two
weeks, and now you have to run
home. Why?"
“I must. Really."
“Before you get out—" he started.
“What?"
“Well, I suppose It's none of my
business and I swore I wasn't go-
ing to butt in . . ."
"Go ahead. Barney."
“AU right.” He drew a deep
breath. “What’s wrong?"
“What’s wrong with what?"
"With you?"
The smile died from her eye*. She
said, “Nothing."
“T*U that to somebody else. I
know there is." •
“What makes you think so?"
“Lota of things. It started th*
day after you went to the dance with
Kirk Reynold* two weeks ago.
You've been different. And you
haven’t even wanted to come to
town until this morning. It’s almost
as though you were afraid of some-
thing.”
She said, “Maybe I am."
"Then spiU it. You know how I
feel about you."
“How?" She tried to relieve the
tension.
“Let's put it that I'm a sap, which
might explain why I love you . .
Her face flushed and she touched his
hand ever so gently. “But darn it!
don't you see where that put* me? I
want to help and you won’t let me.
You’re stalling.”
She said, earnestly. “I’m not—
really. There's nothing wrong."
He shrugged. "You win. I’U check
but”
“Barney! Pleas* . . .”
He turned on her then, his blond,
boyish face serious “Let's talk tur-
key, Kay. Something happened
when you came into town two weeks
ago. When I drove you in, you
were bright and happy. The next
day you came back to the Gardens
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garet have both noticed it. I’ve seen
it in your eyes. You're scared . . .
and don't say I'm wrong, either."
She shook her head. “You may
not be wrong, Barney; but I still
can't explain."
"Kirk Reynolds to mixed up in It,
isn't he?”
“Breath of Doom”
IT ELLO EVERYBODY:
11 John A. Kollins of Decatur, Ill., is a refrigerator repair-
man, and he knows the in* and out* of mechanical refrigerat-
ing system* and can tell you just what make* them go.
John learned that business with an eye to making hi* bread
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The Lampasas Daily Leader (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 36, No. 124, Ed. 1 Saturday, July 29, 1939, newspaper, July 29, 1939; Lampasas, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1253768/m1/3/?q=Lamar+University: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Lampasas Public Library.