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on a world cruise.
Mrs. Patton, 66, was riding with
30 friends in a drag hunt spon-
sored by the exclusive Myopia
Hunt Club.
Riders reaching a check point
noted her absence. They return-
ed over the course and found her
on the ground, her riderless horse
nearby. The spirited mount ap-
parently had balked at a jump,
throwing her.
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The car was coming around the
side of the house. William was at
the wheel. He was probably going
to pick Miriam up at Anita’s.
Sunlight slanted in on the tissue
held in Philip’s hand. There should
have been no element of surprise
in the two grim messages that had
come through the mall, Kit
thought. The truth had been re-
vealed that morning, in the hat
lying on the rug in Libby’s bed-
room with the hammer beside it
Kit realised that she must have
known it obscurely then, but it
was something that you couldn’t
face. Hugo had faced it. He was (
responsible for Mr. Strait’s being
here.
The lawyer wanted every detail
they could give him. Philip looked
like an old, old man. Kit went over
it again—only how different every-
thing was now. Libby hadn’t writ-
ten of her own free will the note
to which they had pinned their
trust. She hadn’t slipped out of
the house smiling and on tiptoe,
with the man she loved.
"Now, Miss Haven, when you
went to New York Wednesday
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a toothpick at fhe tabi?, and
IN A SPEECH to the annual con-
vention of the American Federa-
tion of Labor in St. Louis, Martin
P. Durkin, who resigned as secre-
tary of Labor in the cabinet oi
President Eisenhower, declares
(above) he quit because the Pres-
ident personally agreed to spon-
sor 19 changes in the Taft-Hart-
ley labor act, then repudiated this
understanding. (international; ’
MT. PLEASANT DAILY TIMES
Published daily except Saturday and Sunday at 307 West 3rd St
Mt. Pleasant, Texas.
HUGH C. CROSS and MRS. EARL M. PORTER
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Entered as second class matter at the Post Office at Mt. Pleasant
Texas, under the Act of Congress, March 3, 1879.
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the tissue. He unfolded it, flattened
it Jut on the tabl and scowled
down. In the center of the soft
sheet was the scarlet shape of a
pair of lips. “Another crank,” he
said disgustedly.
Mr. Strait bent over the table
and scrutinized the scarlet blot.
There was a thin white vertical
line in the soft bow of the upper
lip, the single break in the red-
ness. “Girl had a sear.”
Kit gave a little cry. Philip went
white. Strait looked from one to
the other.
Philip said: “Libby has a scar.
In her upper lip. She got it falling
■off a fence when she was 14.”
The room was very still. Philip
sat, suddenly as though he were
a puppet and a string had been
pulled. The wrong string.
Mr. Strait said: “Is your niece
addicted to whimsy ? This might
be some sort of wedding announce-
ment from her. Better examine the
rest of your mail. There might be
something else?”
Philip obeyed. A bill from a New
York store. Libby’s. Kit’s eyes
blurred. She remembered Libby's
first expensive suit. It was a blue
gabardine. Philip had gone along
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NEW YORK, (P) — Every-
body knows the art of conversa-
tion is dying in America, but no-
body does anything about it ex-
c pt talk . . . talk . . .talk . . .talk.
That’s no help. Mere talking
doesn’t make a conversation, as
every wife knows.
Television today is often blam-
ed for throttling conversation. It
is the other way around. People
turn in desperation to the TV
screen to escape the boredom of
meaningless geese gabble that
starts from nothing and gets no-
where.
What is really destroying con-
versation is ths fact everybody is
trying hard to become a brilliant
conversationalist, and going about
it in exactly the wrong way.
The slogan of America’s period
of rugged individualism was "be
yourself.” And most evervboav
was himself, and a real individual
who prided himself on his indi-
viduality. He mcant what he said,
and said what he meant.
Today too many people would
rather be popular than right.
They have the idea that they can
be popular and successful only
if they don’t act like themselves.
They are caught in a great herd
self-improvement campaign They
all try to be like somebody else.
When it comes to improving
their conversation, they buy a
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a SYNOPSIS
Philip Haven's niece, Libby was
missing from the house when Philip
returned home to Connecticut, after a
long absence in Mexico. Libby had
Jett a note in her room urging the fam-
ily not to worry, promising they'd hear
from her soon. Her cousin Kit and
Hugo Cavanaugh, an attorney, once
devoted to Kit but now Libby's swain,
start out to find the Blissing girl.
They visit the meagre New York apart-
ment of Tony Wilder. A claseicaux
handsome young man of whom Libby
had become enamoured. But Tony,
like Libby. Is nowhere t be found
They proceed to the uptown home of
Eleanor Oaks, a bizarre and tarnished
lady, who seems greatly agitated when
Kit suggests that Tony end Libby may
have eloped. Samuel Pedrik. a tall
macabre figure. Is present as they chat.
Her search fruitless. Kit return, to
the Connecticut house. Hugo tells her
that the wraith-like Eedricg is a figure
well-known in the New York under-
world. Late that night Kit discovers
a light left burning in the kitchen, but
reaching it she finds tire room empty,
the kettle singing merrily on the stove,
n window open, a garden ladder re-
posing beneath the window of Libby's
room. Rushing to that upper chamber.
Kit finds a hat form, resembling Lib-
by's head, smashed grotesquely against
the floor. Is this a symbol of some-
one’s hate, desire for revenge? But
why? During the night a yellow con-
vertible had been seen parked near the
Haven gate. Eleanor Oaks’ ear fitted
that description.
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$3.50 book marked down to 98
cents entitled, "You Can Hold
Them Speilbound, or How to Gab
Your Way from the Gutter to the
Stars.”
They all study the three great
secrets: (1) The best listener is
the best conversationalist; (2)
Get the other fellow to talking
about himself; and (3) Don’t say
anything that might hurt any-
body’s feelings.
When you get caught in a room-
ful of people all trying at the
same time to use these three kc vs
to conversational success on each
other, well, mister, the cobwebs
gather early. It goes like this:
"What did you say?” “Oh, I
didn’t say anything. I thought you
were going to say something."
“Well, sure b.en a nice day, now
tell me something about your-
self.” Oh, no, you tell me about
yourself. You look so interesting.”
And nobpdy in the crowd
would dare even to criticize can-
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Mrs. Patton’s death was the. and conspiracy.
third major tragedy in the family : The indictment charges Major
in recent years. received $2,365 and an unsecured
Her husband was killed in a loan for $2,365 from Chiantella.
collision, between his jeep and an- l Major is charged with using his
other vehicle while serving inposition to help procure a con-
Europe tract for Chiantella for the man-
Their daughter, Beatrice, wife
of Army officer John K. Waters,
died about a year age unexpect-
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have to use iodine, darling.”
Kit went, leaving her aunt in
possession of the field. She walked
slowly down the driveway and
along the road thinking about
Anita Stewart, asgembling what
she.actually knew. It wasn’t much.
Anita had come to Denfield five
years ago, when,Bphbyawas an in-
fant in arms. Her husbad was
dead. He was in the air foree, and
had been killed in a training flight
in Japan ater having come safely
through the war. There wa a por-
trait of him in uniform in Anita’s
studio. Anita had never said why
she had chosen Denfield to settle '
down in, except that she had dis-
liked California, where she had
lived when her husband was in the
service, and that she loved the
New England countryside. Anita
was an only child, and her father
and mother, who lived in Virginia,
generally spent a month of the
summer with her. They were
charming people. She lived well,
but quietly on an income she eked
out by occasional free-lance jobs.
Kit walked away. She knew her-
self to be overwrought and keyed
up with anxiety about Libby. Could
she have imagined the entire situ-
ation? No, on two counts—Anita's
reaction when she heard Pedrick’s
name. and her behavior a few min-
utes ago. Nor could she have been
mistaken about Miriam’s dark
ordering glance at Anita when she
practically ran into the robmA,
Kit hated to go into the house
again. Anger lashed her.
She opened the front door and
closed it with a slam. There was
someone with Philip in the living-
room. It was his lawyer, Gerard
Strait, Hugo’s boss and the senior
partner ot Keogh, Campbell, Strait
and Frobisher. Strait was a tall
man, with a fine thin face and
tired gray eyes. He greeted Kit
pleasantly. He made light of his
visit. He was in the neighborhood
and thought he'd stop in and have
a chat with Philip about invest-
ments. Her uncle had been telling
him about Libby. He turned to
Philip and said: “You'll hear soon.
I’m sure of it. In the meantime,
we might try to locate her for you
independently—with kid gloves on,
of course.”
"Trace her?” Philip expostu-
lated angrily. "If Libby didn’t
know any better than to leave
home with the first plausible
scoundrel she met then—" He
swung fiercely on William, coming
in with the mail.
William gave Mr. Strait a re-
spectful bow, and said hurriedly:
“I thought you'd like these, Mr.
Haven.”
"Yes. Fine. Thanks. Close the
door behind you when you go out.”
William went and Philip riffled
through his letters. Nothing in
Libby's handwriting. He paused at
a long, thin envelope, ripped it
open and drew out the enclosure.
It was a folded square of cleansing
tissue.
"What the devil!” He had re-
ceived a lot of queer communica-
tions through the mail since his In-
heritance was publicized in the
local papers, most of them asking
for money. This was the queerest
of all. There was something on
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accident scene, she was pronounc- Orleans contractor, were indicat-
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HOUSTON, Sept. 30 (A) _ Jack
W. Major, former technical su-
poverty is to start hanging poor
people again. That's what makes
poverty, isn’t it, poor people-”
Well, in five minutes the party
is in an uproar. Everybody is for-
getting his book and saying “Shut I
cer, because, after all, it hits a lot up: Now you listen to me" They
of nice people. Maybe somebody go from argument to argument,
in the room secretly likes cancer, I and everbody enjoys a wonder-
ful conversation. Those who a-
Tae accident occurred on the
estate of her brother, Fred Ayer
Boston broker. The riding group
had left the Ayer home shortly
before 8 a.m.
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to help. She could see Libby’s ex-
pression of delight, hear her voice.
"Oh, but darling, it's $225,” and ‘
Philip's. “Always buy the best— I
it's an economy.”
Her uncle's hands were shak-
ing. He picked up an envelope
that was soft and rather bulky.
He opened it and took out a white
doeskin glove that had been worn,
but not for long. On the back a
gold button was initialled L. T.
L. T.—Libby Tallis. There had
been no doubt before—the tissue
was enough. There was a terrible
certainty now—the glove clinched
it. Philip clutched at the table for
support and his head fell forward
and he closed his eyes. His agony
was dreadful to watch.
They knew now. Everything was
clear. Libby hadn't gone away of
her own accord. She had been
taken away.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
BLOOD swept up into Anita’s
cheeks when Kit declared Eleanor
Oaks’ convertible had been parked
outside her house at 3 a. m. She
said: "I don’t know what all this
has to do with Libby. I didn't
see any parked car last night
—and I don't know anything
whatever about Eleanor Oaks. I
never saw the woman in my life.”
“I think,” Kit said steadily, "that
there was a man with Eleanor
Oaks. I think the man was Samuel
Pedrick."
Anita laughed. It was a hard,
brittle laugh. "Kit, surely you don't
see that woman, or that man
either, climbing ladders and smash-
ing hats and putting kettles on to
boil in a strange house in the dead
of night?”
Kit refused to be diverted. "I'll
tell you what I do think, Anita. I
think you know Pedrick. You de-
nied it, but I think you do.”
Anita stared at Kit whitely, her
eyes burning. Suddenly she buried
her face in her hands. Her body
began to shake. Then Miriam came
hurriedly into the room, bringing
Bobby with her.
"Anita," she cried, "have you
heard—Oh, Catherine’s told you. I
got worried about Bobby. With
things like this going on, no one
is safe. I don’t think you ought to
let him play outside alone.”
Bobby took his hand from Mir-
iam's indignantly. "Mama, please
can I go back to my sand-box?”
It struck Kit that chere was a
bond between Anita and her aunt,
that in some obscure way Miriam
dominated Anita. Her aunt's hasty
arrival wasn’t accidental. It was
deliberate.
If Anita had been on the point
of breaking down, she wasn't now.
She had recovered herself.
“Your burglar last night, Mir-
iam? Yes, Kit’s been telling me.
. . . Dreadful. It gave me a jolt.
You must think me a perfect fool,
Kit."
And you, Kit said to herself,
must think me one. Anita wouldn’t
look at her, fussed, which was
most uncharacteristic, about Bob-
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