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BY TALBOT MUNDY
© TALBOT MUNDY—WNU SERVICE
Becoming Designs
Smartly Individual
CHAPTER XI
—11—
Moses Lafayette O’Leary sat on a
box in front of Norwood’s tent, less
sober than he looked, and looking
not so sober as he should be. Facing
him sat Sergeant Stoddart,1 weary
from a day’s work surveying the
river.
Norwood dismounted near the
horse-line, issued sharply detailed
orders about the care of his horse
and strode toward the tent:
“I will Send for you when I want
you, Stoddart Come here, O’Leary.”
Norwood’s servant removed his
riding boots and produced whiskey
and soda. Norwood drank. O’Leary
watched him drink. Norwood light-
ed a cigarette, smoked half of it,,
and then spoke to O’Leary:
“Now then. Sit down on that box
and begin. Omit the introduction.
Tell the news."
“’T’s bad, not good, news,” said
O’Leary. “Might have got some
good news if I’d had more money.
Good news comes expensive oftener
than not. What I’m tellin’ you now,
I’d tell to Father Manoel, on bended
knees, and none but him and Saint
Antonio to hear me. So get it first
time. If I have to say it twice over,
I might get muddled. I’m drunk, on
account of having had to drink cheap
liquor. Seeing it was your responsi-
bility, and none o’ mine, me being
under your orders, I went gambling.
Cock-fights. I lost a little money to
a man. who don’t know, cock-fighting
from puss-in-the-corner. But he’s
runner for the layers of odds who’d
bet you you don’t know your own
name. And they’d make money do-
ing it. But there weren’t much
news there.
“Never mind the details of your
bet. Tell your story.”
’ “I betted five rupees. The insid-
ers are offering five to one that the
Maharajah won’t live the week out.
I betted he will.”
"Why?"
“If me and you weren’t on the
job, I’d hedge. It was a woman
told me why the odds are five to
one he’ll die within a week. She
was as drunk as a Bombay crow,
and she told me who’s taking the
five to one, same as I did, only for
a different reason. I asked her,
and she laughed like a hyena-
“Never mind what she did. What
did she tell you?"
“She didn’t tell me nothin’. She
asked questions. If the Maharajah
should die, who would come to the
throne? Who owes a lakh of rupees
and has promised, to pay when he
•comes to the throne? Whose credi-
tors have threatened to appeal to
the British Resident? Whose aunt,
being angry with him, this very day
refused him money with which to
pay off his creditors?”
“That sounds like palace gossip,”
said Norwood.
“I could tell you more than that,
that’s happened in the palace,” said
O’Leary. “They’re betting even
money that the Maharajah will be
dead by midnight tonight” ,
Norwood threw his cigarette
away.
“Go on with your story.”
“It’s a string o’ questions, not a
story. When they tell you a thing
in plain words, ’tain’t true—ever. -
Here’s a question: if the heir to a
throne should owe you money, and
you’d get paid if he comes to the
throne along o’ someone dying; and
the odds was five to one that the
someone would die within a week;
wouldn’t you bet heavy against
his dying, so that if he didn’t die,
you’d get some money anyhow?
That’s what Rundhia’s creditors are
doing. If the Maharajah dies, and
Rundhia comes to the throne, they’ll,
get paid. And if the Maharajah
doesn’t die, they’ll win their bet.
You get that?”
“What else did you hear?”
O’Leary stepped outside the tent.
“You ain’t goin’ to like this one!”
“Come back, you fool. Sit down.
Now, tell it.”
“Naming no names. Everybody
says Rundhia stopped a wallop on
the snout from her that kept the
doctor busy for a half hour. That’s
all. I didn’t hear nothing else what-
ever. Not enough money. I spent
what I had like a paymaster-gen-
eral. What’s that you have in your
hand?”
“Get me a dog and we’ll find out.
It’s some of Mrs. Harding’s food.”
“There ain’t no dog in camp, bar-
ring that cur of Stoddart’s. Stoddart
keeps him tied up, on account o’
his having bit the cook. Stoddart
don’t favor the cook, he ain’t that
stupid. But if the cook gets hydro-
phobia, we’ll all be biting one an-
other and—”
“Bring the brute here.”
“You mean the cook or Stoddart?”
“The dog.”
Norwood sat smoking and frown-
ing until O’Leary came towing the
dog, at the end of a length of in-
sulated wire. It was a mean-looking
brute with pale blue eyes, a vaga-
bond slink in its gait, and an insatia-
ble void in its belly. The sight of
any kind of food excited the ani-
mal. He pricked his ears. Nor-
wood tossed him the piece of toast.
He gulped it.
“Hold him.” said Norwood.
The dog sat there seeming to ex-
pect Norwood to go on feeding him.
Neither Norwood nor O’Leary spoke
until the dog’s attention wandered
and he began to strain at the leash.
“That will do. Let him go.”
The dog took six strides. Then he
stopped, and the toast came forth
like Jonah from the belly of the
whale.
“Meaning?” asked O’Leary.
“Somebody wasn’t intended to
die,” said Norwood. “Merely in-
tended to feel too ill to interfere
with someone.
Or shall I—”
“I’m sober.
Can you sober up?
Forget your medi-
cine chest! Once was enough o’ that
stuff! What do you want done? I’ll
do it!”
“Do you know Rundhia’s Bengali
doctor?” .
“Sure.”
“What’s he doing?”
“So I needn’t be too particular?”
... “You will be on your absolutely
best behavior."
“What you want is a miracle.”
“Yes. And to produce one, if you
must, you may admit that it was I
who sent you to make enquiries. Get
busy.”
CHAPTER XII
Prince Rundhia returned from his.
interview with the Resident charged
with that mysterious sensation that
can lead a genius to startling vic-
tory. He had tasted success. He had
made' a British Resident squirm.
Rundhia had crossed his Rubicon.
He had started something. He felt
like a genius, and he looked the part
“Did you mention my name in
connection with this?”
now as he stepped out of his Rolls-
Royce at the palace front door.
The Maharanee came fussing into
Lynn’s bedroom:
“Lynn darling, Rundhia wishes to
see you. And I have told him I won’t
speak to him until you forgive him.”
Lynn laughed: “All right. Come
and hear me forgive him. It seems
to me you’re more afraid of Run-
dhia than I am. Read this first:
it’s a note from Aunty. Isn’t it per-
fect? Aunty is one of those people
who never use more than ten
words in a telegram.”
The Maharanee read the note
aloud:
“Refuse the Maharanee’s invita-
tion, pack your things and come
away. Deborah Harding.”
“You will obey her?”
• “No,” Lynn answered. “I have
obeyed her for the last time, May
I say I have accepted your invita-
tion?”
“Please, Lynn. Please accept it.”
“Very well, let’s keep Rundhia
waiting, while I write her a note.”
So Lynn wrote a note to her aunt,
but she did not show it to the Ma-
haranee.
Lynn and the Maharanee emerged
through the big brass gate and be-
came modern women. The seventy-
year-old servant with the key pre-
ceded them and announced them,
but they walked into Rundhia’s den
as if it were a New York apart-
ment, which it rather resembled.
“Rundhia, that you should have
dared to ask permission to speak to
Miss Lynn Harding, makes me hope
you are ashamed and that you wish
very humbly to beg her pardon.”
Rundhia was perfect. He didn’t
even make any contrite gestures.
He looked straight at Lynn as if he
and she hadn’t even an excuse for a
misunderstanding.
“I am not in the least ashamed,”
he answered. “A man who wouldn’t
have behaved as I did would have
been an incongruous monstrosity
without blood in his veins, or a
heart, or a human emotion. My
humility, such as it is, is solely due
to my failure to make Lynn love
me as I love her. I live in hope.
I won’t do anything like that again.
Lynn, I admire your independent
spirit just as much as I adore your
charm. I propose to marry you,
and I don’t in the least regret hav-
ing learned that you respect your-
self.”
. “Good for you,” Lynn answered.
“Now Maharanee dear, you can talk
to him again, can’t you?” :
“Yes,” said the Maharanee, “if
you are so magnanimous as to ac-
cept that speech for an apology.
But I will not pay Rundhia’s debts
until I see how he behaves! I have
heard plenty of Rundhia’s prom-
ises?’
Rundhia smiled at his aunt: “You
dear old despot, you could make me
promise anything!” he glanced at
Lynn. “Have you heard from Nor-'
wood?”
“What about him?” she answered.
Rundhia’s eyes watched hers with
masked triumph.
-“There is more than a rumor,”
he said. “There is proof. To the
hilt. Norwood has accepted a bribe.
Norwood’s number is up.”
The Maharanee gasped. She
looked shocked, and Lynn noticed
it, Lynn said nothing.
“Rundhia, what have you been do-
ing?” asked the Maharanee.
“The Resident phoned, asking me
to come and see him,” Rundhia an-
swered. “He has heard about Nor-
wood carrying diamonds in his pock-
et.”'
Lynn laid down her cigarette. It
didn’t taste good. “Rundhia,” she
said, “who told the Resident?”
Rundhia shrugged his shoulders.
“How should I know?”
“But I think you do know,” said
the Maharanee. “Rundhia,” she re-
peated, “what have you been do-
ing?”
“Norwood accepted a present of
diamonds, from some agents of the
temple authorities, to write a report
in the priests’ favor, in connection
with the dispute about the boundary
line and the question of who owns
the land that the diamonds came
from. There’s your incorruptible
British officer! Same old story!
Good-by Norwood! They will hold
a court martial behind closed doors,
of course.
Lynn was remembering. The
physical struggle with Rundhia in
the treasure room was a fact
through which slowly emerged
something less than a fact—an im-
pression. She remembered Run-
dhia’s eyes when she told him about
the packet of diamonds that she had
seen fall from Norwood’s pocket.
She remembered her immediate re-
gret at having mentioned Norwood
and the diamonds, even though she
did it to distract Rundhia’s atten-
tion from herself. Regret enlarged
itself now into a kind of cold, ap-
palling horror.
“Rundhia,” she asked almost
hoarsely, “did you mention my
name in connection with this?”
“Why should I?” -
“Did you? Would you rather I
should ask' the Resident?”
“I had .to tell him all I knew,”
Rundhia answered. “It was confl-
dential—off the record. I forbade
him to mention your name or mine.”
“Have they arrested Captain Nor-
wood?” -
“Norwood is a crook, who has
been found out. Why should you
bother about him?”
The Maharanee interrupted:
“Lynn dear, why are you so nerv-
ous? If Rundhia learned of some-
thing wrong, it was his duty—”
1 Rundhia interrupted his aunt:
“Duty? Norwood insulted every sin-
gle one of us, including you, Lynn.
I heard him. He’s a cad. Let him
take the consequences.”
Lynn returned to the main point:
“Rundhia, you say that the Resi-
dent phoned you. But how did the
Resident know? Wasn’t it you who
phoned the Resident? If you don’t
tell me, I intend to ask the Resi-
dent. There’s a phone here. Shall I
use it?”
“My advice to you is to keep out
of it,” Rundhia answered. “They
might make you give evidence. Do
you wish to, be dragged into a scan-
dal? Norwood is guilty. Do you
want to add to the poor devil’s hu-
miliation by appearing in court
against him?”
“Rundhia, was it you who told
the Resident about those diamonds
in Captain Norwood’s pocket?”
Rundhia didn’t answer. Lynn got
out of her chair and went and sat
beside the phone. It was on a lit-
tle table near the Maharanee. She
raised the phone off the bracket, but
let it click down again when Run-
dhia opened his lips.
“Since you insist,” said Rundhia.
“Yes. I told the Resident. How-
ever, he was already suspicious of
Norwood. He was glad to get my
information.”
“And you told the Resident that
your information came from me?”
“I had to. But as I have al-
ready told you, I forbade him to
mention your name.”
“Then I am in the position of
having betrayed Captain Norwood?"
“Do you call it betrayal? He’s a
crook. He accepted a bribe. Not
the first time either, I dare bet
you.”
Lynn spoke indignantly: “I don’t
believe Captain Norwood would ac-
cept a bribe from anyone. I haven’t
even the slightest suspicion of his
being guilty, no matter what you, or
the Resident, or anyone may think.
I shouldn’t have mentioned those
diamonds to you. I did it inadvert-
ently, ’ when I felt I had to say
something and it was the first thing
that came to mind. You had no
right to repeat what I said.”
“You should first have consulted
His Highness my husband,” said
.the Maharanee. “Why didn’t you?”.
“Because he would have done
nothing, as usual,” Rundhia retort-
ed.
Lynn’s fingers returned to the tele-
phone, but her eyes were on Run-
dhia. The threat of the telephone
no longer worked. He nodded.
- “Go ahead,” he said. “Phone the
Resident, if you care to. I wanted to
keep you out of it, but do as you
please.”
Lynn stood up. “No,” she an-
swered. “I will write to Captain
Norwood. I will ask him to come
and see me. Perhaps my evidence
would help him. At the very least,
I can tell him how sorry I am.”
“Lynn dear!” said the Mahara-
nee.
But Lynn was resolute. She
wouldn’t listen to her. “May I have
pen, ink and paper?”
No one answered. Lynn tugged
open the drawer of the writing ta-
ble, pulled out paper, sat there and
began to write. She laid the note
she had addressed to Aunty Hard-
ing on the desk. In her haste, she
splashed ink on the envelope. When
she had finished her letter to Nor-
wood, she noticed the blots on the
letter to Aunty Harding. She threw
Aunty’s envelope into the waste-bas-
ket. She turned both letters face
downward on the blotter while she
searched for envelopes. There were
none in the desk drawer. She asked
Rundhia for envelopes. He found
two. She inserted the letters, sealed
up the envelopes and addressed
them. Rundhia walked out of the
room.
“I have sent him,” said the Ma-
haranee, “to find a reliable mes-
senger, who will know how to find
Captain Norwood if he is not at his
camp.”
Lynn gave both letters to the Ma-
haranee.
“Darling,” said the Maharanee,
“Rundhia adores you so much that
you could persuade him to do any-
thing.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
TF YOU take a large size, then
you’ll find 1806 one of the most'
becoming dresses you ever put
on! The long, slim lines of the
paneled skirt make your hips look
much narrower, and the bodice
gathers give correct ease over the
bust. With its touch of lace, this
will be very smart for bridge par-
ties, luncheons and club affairs.
Make it of flat crepe, thin wool
and, later on, sheer velvet.
Coat Style Dress.
The “something different” about
this practical dress is the way the
closing is cut sharply over at the
Tiny Weasel Classed With Other Ferocious Animals
Ounce for ounce, with the possi-
ble exception of the shrews, the
tiny least weasel is the most fero-
cious and bloodthirsty animal of the
mammalian class. Only a fraction
over six inches in length, and weigh-
ing on an average about one-third of
a pound, it is distinguished from the
other weasels by its extremely
small size and almost total
lack of the characteristic black tip
to the tail. With its long flattened
head, wide jaws, and peculiar loop-
ing gait when scenting a trail, it
gives a definite impression of resem-
blance to a reptile. There is a
tense readiness about it, compara-
ble to a coiled spring held precari-
ously in leash.
The least weasel is reddish-brown
above, and white beneath. In com-
mon with other weasels, it pos-
sesses the ability to change to a
white coat in winter, which must
give it an enormous advantage over
the mice and birds upon which it
preys. In fact, it is only in the
light of the almost unbelievable
fertility of its victims that one can
conceive’ of their continued exist-
ence, for all weasels are known to
attack out of mere lust for kill-
ing. However, this is apparently
part of Nature’s scheme of checks
and balances, and the conduct
of weasels should not be judged by
human moral standards. On the
credit side are an enormous num-
ber of insects and rodent pests de-
stroyed by this small predator, thus
making it decidedly beneficial to
man’s interests.:
The four North American subspe-
cies of this highly successful little
carnivore range from Alaska to
Hudson bay, and southward to Mon-
tana, Minnesota, Indiana, and Penn-
sylvania; but in addition, the spe-
cies has recently been shown to be
represented by Old World races,
making it circumpolar in range.
Nevertheless, despite this wide radi-
ation, it is rarely taken in traps and
little is known of its habits. The
nest, usually grass-lined, is in a
hole in a bank. Four to six young
are born in a litter.
MAYBE FATHER WILL LIKE THESE?
(Recipes Below.)
lousehold News
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
in a blanket of whipped cream. In
a word, fancy cooking is apt to be
wasted on Father but he’ll appreci-
ate good cooking to the limit.
Left to his own devices, many a
man would choose a diet of meat,
potatoes, and pie. They’re not par-
ticularly fond of vegetables—these
men of ours—and when it comes to
salads, it’s a sheer waste of energy
to serve them anything fancy. So
a little judicious
planning is neces-
sary on our part
in order to give
Father his favor-
ite foods and pro-
vide a whole-
some, well-bal-
anced meal in the bargain.
Each of these recipes, tested in
my own kitchen, I’ve found to be
prime favorites with men. Well pre-
pared and attractively served,
they’ll go a long way toward es-
tablishing your reputation as a good
cook.
Vegetable Soup.
(Serves 6)
2 pounds soup bone
2 tablespoons fat
2 quarts cold water
1 tablespoon salt
‘14 teaspoon pepper
2 tablespoons barley
1 cup canned tomatoes
1 onion —
% cup carrots (cut in cubes)
% cup celery (cut in small pieces)
i£ cup potatoes (cut in cubes)
% 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-
mer about 212 hours or until meat is
tender. Cool and skim off excess
fit. Add vegetables and continue
cooking until vegetables are tender.
i Devil’s Food Cake.
I (Makes one two-layer cake)
1% cups granulated sugar
2 ounces chocolate
1% cups milk
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
% cup butter
2 eggs
2 cups cake flour
V2 teaspoon salt
3 teaspoons baking powder
Place % cup sugar, chocolate and
1 cup milk in saucepan and cook,
stirring constant-
ly, until thick.
Add vanilla ex-
tract and cool.
Cream butter and
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
112 teaspoons salt
Paprika
% 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)
% cup butter
1 cup sugar
2 eggs
4 cups flour •
4 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon nutmeg
, 1 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 %-inch
thick and cut with
doughnut cutter.
Fry in deep fat at.....
385 degrees until
doughnuts are
golden brown on 4
both sides. Drain on absorbent pa-
per. . 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 •
% 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.
W 180 0
1681.
waistline. The design (1681) gives
you plenty of lap-over, so that you
needn’t sew buttons and make
buttonholes all the way down. And
of course you don’t need to be
told how easy the coat style is to
make, to get into, and to iron.
The Patterns.
No. 1806 is designed for sizes 36,
38, 40, 42, 44, 46, 48, 50 and 52.
Size 38 requires 4% yards of 39-
inch material, with short sleeves;
4% yards with long sleeves; 1
yard for vestee.
No. 1681 is designed for sizes 34,
36, 38, 40, 42, 44, 46 and 48. Size
36 requires 4% yards of 35-inch
material without nap; % yard con-
trasting; 234 yards edging.
Send your order to The Sewing
Circle Pattern Dept., Room 1324,
211 W. Wacker Dr., Chicago, Ill.
Price of patterns, 15 cents (in
coins) each.
(Bell Syndicate—WNU Service.) - —
How Women
in Their 40’s
Can Attract Men
Here’s good advice for a woman during her
change (usually from 38 to 52), who fears
she’ll lose her appeal to men, who worries
about hot flashes, loss of pep, dizzy spells,
upset nerves and moody spells.
Get more fresh air, 8 hrs. sleep and if you
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n
add
sugar,
eggs,
remaining
Separate
beat
yolks and
egg
add
slowly. Then add
Ingenious Labor Saver
In many Spanish homes the wom-
en of the family save themselves
the trouble of washing wine glasses
by using an ingenious clay carafe.
Besides the opening at the top, this
has a long, slender spout projecting
from one side. The drinker holds
the carafe level with his head, tilts
it and lets the wine run directly into
his mouth, without touching ths
spout to his lips.
the cooled chocolate mixture. Mix
and sift all dry ingredients and add
alternately with the remaining milk.
Bake in 2 well-greased layer-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
‘s 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 tapples, 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
Need Help Feeding Father?
If you would plan and serve meals
to please the man of the house, send
for a copy of Eleanor Howe’s book,
“Feeding Father”; in it she tells
what men like to eat and gives you
recipes for father’s favorite foods—
luscious apple pie, pot roast, oyster
stew, and a man’s rich chocolate
cake, and 125 other delicious dishes. :
Send 10 cents in coin to “Feeding
Father,” care of Eleanor Howe, 919
North Michigan Avenue, Chicago,
Illinois, and get your copy of this
clever book now.
“INSIDE INFORMATION"
For Indigestion or CONSTIPATION
CLEANSE INTERNALLY the tea-cup way.
Garfield Tea acts promptly, pleasantly,
MILDLY. Not a cure-all,but certainly effec-
tive In relieving
,- constipation. At
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P 25c and 10c.
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{ Garfield Tea Co.
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Next week Eleanor Howe will
give you in this column some of
her own favorite recipes collect-
ed from good cooks the country
over, tested in her own kitchen,
and used successfully over a long
period of years. Be sure to watch
for “My Favorite Recipes” by
Eleanor Howe.
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WORTH KNOWING
Split hard rolls. Butter and then
stuff them with chicken or fish salad.
Chopped ham may be added to
waffle batter and served with pine-
apple-orange sauce.
Try combining two or more kinds
of soup. The resulting mixture may
be served in the regular way or
used as a sauce for other dishes.
Despair Final
Despair is the only genuine athe-
ism.—Jean Paul.
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The Meridian Tribune (Meridian, Tex.), Vol. 46, No. 18, Ed. 1 Friday, September 22, 1939, newspaper, September 22, 1939; Meridian, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1631758/m1/3/?q=divorce: accessed July 16, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Meridian Public Library.