The West News (West, Tex.), Vol. 48, No. 26, Ed. 1 Friday, November 19, 1937 Page: 3 of 8
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By George Agnew Chamberlain w"ufc"1-'
SYNOPSIS
Joye» Swell. M1 the •»• of her twentieth
birthday, rebel! at her lot, dependent on her
deliel>d eupmotlter. Irme. end full et tro*ie
netnoftee of her mother'! murder Iwetre
eenre before end her tether*! death etm
month! a to. Iran eelle ht Helm Blaceedder,
ee udmlrer, to holp her porauode Joyce to
SFJT-p Sry^^iWcil.
edder. demand! t ehowdewa on hla pro-
tocol and la rejected. Seeding her tether a
neaeee Jneee reeUaaa tbatLa Berrence.
e Ifextoan hacienda whleb her tamer nea
owned. legato SeWO * »w »***•■ *"*
receive! e letter enoloeln* e warrant “> »•
United Stetee Trceenry for *19 060 eompen-
•attoe tor her mother’! murder et I-a ear-
wttk w. trirmgi
to eee the ambmaaa-
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to there.
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CHAPTER
She sat staring at the floor, not
answering at one*. "I know what
you mean," aha said finally, "and
I'll try to exfflain. I remember nv-
erythtng, hut I've found out that be-
ing far away from a thing like that
doesn’t help you to forget—tt makes
it into a picture on the wail. Then
there's something else. Placet go
by contrails, don't they? 1 won’t
aay anything about Elsinboro; aii
I oan tall you is that whan I've been
unhappy, when I'm moat miaarabie,
I took back and dream of happiness
and La Barranca." She swept her
ayes to his face. "My ntuUier isn’t
hare, Mr. Bradley. I mean aha
couldn't possibly coma to Elsinboro
—not even in my thoughts. Does
that sound foolish to you?"
‘ "Not foolish, my dear,” ho mur-
nturad, "not at «U foolish."
' Touched by Ms understanding she
beached out on* hand impulsively
and laid It on his arm. “Oh, Mr
Bradley, pl*aM be my friend. You
can help me so much! My passport,
a letter of credit, but that’s not all.
You know my stepmother. Father
used to keep telling me she’s a good
woman. Wsli, aha ia, but if she
finds out what Pm doing or where
I am I’ll have two fights mi my
hands instead of one."
“How are you going to work itt
Bow will you get awayT"
“I've thought it all out. I can
aay I’m going to Frances Holder's
for a visit."
"H’m. But they’ll trace you. Now-
adays a deliberate disappearance
is one of the hardest things on earth
to stage."
‘Tve thought of that too." She
gave him a took so composed
set his blood to tingling. "If I go
by air, where will I be by the time
they begin their tracing?"
He blinked at her admiringly.
"Joyce, I’ve made up my mind
I’ll do everything I can to help you
and I promise I’ll keep my mouth
tight shut till you say the word.'
On the same impulse they rose
to their foot and stood with right
hands half extended, not quite
touching. "You’re awfully young,
Joyce, and most people would say
I ought to be jailed for letting you
go. But you’ve got heart as well
as head, and as for youth—what’s
it for? To spend wMle it's strong,"
He proved et good ts hi* word
and better, for ha could sea a tot
further ahead than Joyce. Within
tom days not only did ha arrange
that her passport for travel abroad
should coma direct from the State
department rather than through the
local county dark, but ha coached
her on her deportment in the mean-
time toward her stepmother, pro-
vided her with a certified copy of
her father’s will, warned her about
excessive baggage and bought her
tickets by air in * fictitious name.
Later, without detection, die
boarded a plane at Elsinboro'* al-
most deserted airport that connect-
ed at Newark with a night plana
CHAPTER 111
"Hardly- I'm tha second secre-
tary." ■
■"I wanted
dor."
Are you an American?"
•Yea; bom of American parents
residing abroad. 1 arrived from the
States last night. Do you wish to
see my passport?"
"That’s not necessary at present,
sueeest vou state your business.
If it’s something I can’t handle-or
it’s important enough—an ap-
pointment will be made for you
with hla excellency.” ,
Joyce sat down without teklng her
eyes off Mm. She was puttied. Hare
wee a young man, the vary anti-
thesis Of Mike Kirkpatrick to looks,
manner and breading, yet all aba
felt was bitter disappointment.
Why? Suddenly the answer swept
over her. Site was face to face
with tha mask that had defeated
her father—immature, perhaps, its
veneer not yet solidified, but the
seme unfeeling mask.
"What’s your nimsl" *h* asked.
"Dirk Vsn Suttart," h# replied,
betrayed by the suddenness of the
question. A glint lit to Ms eye and
color rose to his cheeks, but h#
quickly controlled hi* anger and
rawed one eyebrow. "Really, Mis*
Sewell, wljile you requested a per-
sonal interview I didn’t realise you
ware contemplating an exchange of
oonMtnees."
"I like to know to whom I am
talking," said Joyce coolly. “I think
you’ll find my business ia quit* per-
I'm the daughter and sol*
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Anger Surged in Ber Veins,
heir of the late Cutler Sewell and
there's a file in this office under
hit name. I wish to know my rights.
Am I entitled to have copies of tha
dispatches, or to examine them, or
to be given a resume, or—if all that
ia impossible—can I be informed of
the last step in the negotiation?’'
By this time both Vsn Suttart's
life;
-
Dirk Van Suttart, second secre-
tary1 of embassy, would have
showed to greeter advantage to any
other setting. The traditions of an
ancient name were behind him. he
had more than hi* share of good
teaks, a reasonable amount of
money and a merry eye. Away from
his job he was as clean-cut a young
American as ever drew breath, but
he was on the way to being spoiled,
poisoned by the bit* of the diplo-
matic be*.
Ha was engaged to tasting the
spring of a polo mallet when the
recaption clerk entered, laid Joyce's
slip on the desk and lingered to
smoke a cigarette. Dirk read tha
paper over hi* shoulder
"What does Mm want?"
"Same old thing. She'd like to
walk to on the chief."
Dirk finished testing the stick, put
it sway to s clothes closet, went to
his padded chair and rummaged for
« dispatch. “All sat. You can show
fear in." Presently Joyce stood ha-
ter* Mm. He perused the dispatch
frowningly for a moment longer,
then motioned ber to a chair be-
side the desk.
‘‘Won't you sit down, Miss Sew-
"You're not foe
are you?"
eyebrows were reised to tha limit.
“No copy of any dispatch can be
given to anybody," he declared,
“except by specific direction of the
Department of State, and the same
restriction applies to the balance of
your question. May 1 ask to what
this file refers?"
"To my father's property in this
country.
"1 thought so. Miss Sewell, Amer-
icans abroad suffer from en unfor-
tunate delusion which you seem to
share that the foreign service is
maintained for their individual con-
venience. It isn't. It was created
for the benefit of the United Mates
as a whole and of the taxpayers st
home who foot the bills. Haven’t you
heard of the Mexican claims com-
mission to Washington?"
“I have."
■ "That, my dear young lady, is
where you should file your petition."
"I did. through my father, when
I was eight years old. I'm not tight
now, Mr. Van Suttart, though j
seem to think so. The Mexk
claims commission has been sitting
for a great many years considering
claims amounting to $260,000,eHtt
Has tt settled a stogie case?" IH
“I’m not at liberty to say."
“You mean you don’t know? Til
tall you, it hasn’t—not on*."
“Mias Sewell, this conversation Is
getting us nowhere. May I say to
conclusion that l'v* given you all
tha advice—the only advice—to
which you are entitled? The embas-
sy can do nothing to help you—noth-
ing whatever,"
"Help!" exclaimed Joyce. “1
didn’t come hare for help; I asked
for certain information. Are you
sura you have the authority to re-
fuse it?"
"Quite sure.”
Joyce stood up to find her knees
were trembling. She had been dis-
missed, told to leave! Anger surged
in her veins—angei against some
implacable force outside herself and
Van Suttart. She became a Sam*
and suddenly its beauty cut through
Ms toner coiMcfouaoess. In a
half daze be was tolling himself that
if he had met this girl at a cocktail
party instead of to the course of offi-
cial business he would have crashed
through to her aide and stayed
there. But he was too late, the pol-
ished shell he wore had held out too
long.
“Mr. Van Suttart,” said Joyce,
“your imagining I cam* to you for
help has Its funny side. Aren’t you
ever puzzled as to wny you re alive
—why you draw down pay? A ca-
nary to his gilded cage earns his
keep with song, but a popinjay can't
even ting."
She was gone before ha could
wipe foe look of amazement from
Ms face, much less answer.
She hurried to foe hotel where
she was living, paid her bill and
asked that her baggage be brought
down. At sight of the petaca there
were supercilious glances from foe
tourists, fo* dark and even the por-
ter, but not from the taxi driver;
fcgato fo* little native trunk served
her well. He did not bother to lie
about the fare and even understood
her quest for foe best hotel unfre-
quented by foreigners. Unhesitat-
ingly ha drove her to an establish-
ment in a back street but near the
center of town. The proprietor
greeted her to soft Castilian and
took fo* trouble to accompany her
himself to s top-floor room.
"Can you recommend a woman
lawyer?" aha asked.
"! know of one, but she’s a Maxi-
cut*"
“I prefer a Mexican." said Joyce.
“Will you give me her name and
address?"
He took out hi* card, scribbled on
it, and handed it to her. "She's a
difficult person," he remarked, "but
an excellent lawyer."
Joyce decided to waste no time
to telephoning for an appointment,
but she did stop long enough to un-
pack her bag and hang up her
clothes. As her rage at Van Sut-
tart began to cool she wondered at
It and felt a little ashamed. Prob-
ably foot manner of his had got him
his job, perhaps he was paid to
make people feel exactly as she had
felt. She opened foe peteca, sorted
out foe documents she thought she
would need and made her way on
foot to foe lawyer’s address. It
was a strange, old-fashioned build-
ing with a tong dark narrow hall
which opened suddenlv upon s big
square well surrounded by balconies
and roofed by foe sky. There wae
an elevator but no attendant. Rath-
er than attempt to work the mech-
anism herself she walked up two
flights and located a door upon
which was inscribed; Lie. Marga-
rida Fonseca.
Si# knocked; there was no an-
swer. She opened the door, stepped
into an empty anteroom and
coughed. The door Into e room be-
yond was open. She passed through
it end stopped short. On the farther
side of a littered desk, leaning back
and apparently absorbed to staring
through the thick wall at some vi-
sion far away, sat a woman who*#
appearance could be described only
as leonine. One glance wee enough
to make her speak in English.
"What do you want?”
"A lawyer," said Joyce.
"Whst for? What about?"
"May I sit down?"
"No! What about?"
"An estate."
“Whoae?"
"Mine. I have the documents
her* proving absolute title if you'll
only take foe trouble to took at
them."
“No use. You're wasting my
time. Don’t waste yours or your
money by going to any other law-
yer. 1 give you that advice for noth-
ing."
“What is your time worth?" asked
Joyce, switching into Spanish. “I
like you. How much would you
charge to let me sit and took at
you for half an hour?”
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body
back
Margarida Fonseca swung around
to her swivel chair, planted her el-
bows on the desk, her flats to her
cheeks, and stared. "Cara’o! Hab-
laa Castilla no, gringultat So, we talk
Spaniah! Who are you?”
“My name is Joyce Sewell. I'm
the daughter of Cutler Sewell who
owned—”
"Tst! Tst! Nobody owns anything.
You possess, you don’t own."
"Oh, but I do," protested Joyce,
”1 can prove it” She advanced, sat
down on the edge of e chslr and
laid her documents on tha desk.
“Flsss* let me show you."
“It’s no use, my child. I’ve told
you foe truth and the whole truth.
Incidentally I don't like Americans,
but let me give you something else
for nothing. Get out. Go back to
your own country before aomebody
make* one bite at your pretty
head.”
Joyce stood up and buried her
grave blue eyes to Margarida's
black on**. ‘Til get out, but I
won’t go back, I wes wrong about
you. f may not And a lawyer with
more brains, but I'll get on* who
isn’t a coward.” She snatched up
her precious documents, turned
quickly and started toward the door.
“Stopl” yelled Margarida. “No-
can say that to me) Coma
and sit down Give me the
paper*." She took them, spread
them out but kept her puzzled eyes
fixed on Joyce. Abruptly she smiled,
“I thought you were out to make a
play on foe tender female heert but
I've changed my mind. Have you
any money?"
"How much?”
“Ten thousand dollars.”
“Really! You’re loose to Mexico
at your age with 910,0001 We’ll ee*
foe papers."
She glanced over them swiftly
with odd jerks of her nose as if
she were s parrot tearing the meat
out of one nut after another.
"Why didn't you tell me It was La
Barranca?" she asked of the blue
sky.
“You didn’t give ms a chance,"
said Joyce.
Margarida turned. “I think Tve
found a way. It has nothing what-
ever to do with the courts. Com*
back in a weak."
"That won't do," said Joyce, "it
won't do at all!"
"Why not?"
“Because a week is too long I"
"You have courage, little one.
Since you don’t do your fighting with
tears we'll go hunting together.
Fortunately I care nofotog what
happens to you—nothing at *11. Ia
that clearly understood?"
“Don't worry," said Joyce. "Show
me the road and I’ll look out for
myself.”
Margarida scooped up foe papers,
crammed a hat on her head, showed
foe way out and slammed tha door
behind them. A moment later they
were in a taxi wMch scurried along
interminable back streeta to draw
up to exactly IS minutes at the resi-
dence of Gen. Zacharies Onelia,
right-hand man to the minister of
war.
"General, it is very good of you
to receive us,” said Margarida.
“Do you mind taking a look at this
young lady before she goes out to
walk around the patio while you and
I have a talk? She has a peculiar
value, General.”
'To me?"
"Eapectally to you," said Marga-
rida and turned to Joyce. "Sup-
pose you go out, chica, and stay
out till you’re called!" As soon as
Joyce had gone Margarida leaned
toward Onelia and continued to
low voice. “General, this is a mo-
mentous business, far deeper than
may appear at first glance. The
young lady, Miss Joyce Sewell,
undoubtedly foe lawful owner of ha-
cienda La Barranca."
(TO BE CONTINVED)
Model Hayloft It Placed in U. S. Farm
Building; Seek to Standardize Crops
The most modern farm laboratory
to the world has bean opened by the
Department of Agriculture to Wash-
ington to *n effort to raise the
standards of American farm prod-
ucU. write* a Washington United
Prase correspondent to the New
York Herald Tribune.
In the new standardization build-
tag are located the bureaus direct-
tog regulatory and marketing
agencies dealing with the principal
farm product*. Technological and
economic research scientists also
are housed to foe air-cooled struc-
tuff)’
It also houses a modern hayloft—
a combination standardisation re-
search laboratory and warehouse—
with glass north front and scientific
devices for analysing quality and
factors to hay.
Cotton experts prepare standards
for use to domestic and foreign
trade. The appeal board of review
examiners, foe final authority in foe
interpretation cf standards, has its
classing rooms to fo* building.
Along with cotton standardization
and classical work, foe physical
and chemical properties of cotton
fibers, lint end teed will be studied,
a* a part of the expanded federal-
state cotton research programs.
These studies and test* will be re-
lated to practical problems to tha
principal branches of the cotton en-
terprise from the production of raw
cotton through to the finished prod-
ucts of cotton manufacture.
The building contains a fireproof
cotton warehouse to which can be
stored more then 1,000 halts of cot-
ton to be used chiefly to preparation
of copies of the official standards.
It is the new headquarters for the
Bureau of Agricultural Economics’
South-wide cotton market news
service.
The Newest in Miniature
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CEW-YOUR-OWN presents a
^ house frock with foe heart to
he up and doing, no matter how
busy you are, how old you are, or
how many calories you’ve forgot-
ten to keep count of. Sew-Your-
Own also presents the first doll
with e heart (the picture prove#
it). And lastly it presents a frock
with a love interest for a Modern
Miss, something usually confined
to the movies.
Me*! for Heme.
Sew-Your-Own always has had
a soft spot in its heart for the
Lady of the Fireside, she who
cooks and bakes and sews and
keeps everything right. Today's
house frock for her (above left) is
as neat and sweet as anyone could
wish. The collar is to contrast,
the saw tooth edging piped to
match. Of course, it’s easy to run-
up and practically no trouble at
all to launder. Better make two!
A Dell—a Dress.
Th# little lady to foe center,
above, knows her heart’s in foe
right place because Mommy put
it there. Dolly Dimples is her
swell little playmate and her
heart’s to foe right place, too. Ask
your Mommy to send for Pattern
1203 and you’ll have e great big
surprise in store. Yes siree!
Her Heart Unattached.
You will find Miss Svelt Seven-
teen (above right) is good to her
figure! Her frock, an original Sew-
Your-Own design, gives her real
distinction — that different-in-the-
right-way look. It is the ultimate
to chic to rayon crepe with a satin
waist front.
The Patterns.
Pattern 1405 is designed for
sizes 34 to 46. Size 36 requires 4%
yards of 35-inch material plus %
yard contrasting.
Pattern 1203 is designed for
sizes 2, 3, 4, and 5 years. Size 3
requires 1% yards of 35-inch ma-
terial for foe child's dress. Th#
doll’s body, medium size, requires
% yard of 35-inch material. The
doll's dress, medium size, re-
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materia!. One hank of wool is
required for doll’s hair.
Pattern 1377 is designed tor
sizes 14 to 20 (32 to 44 bust). Sim
16 requires 21* yards of 54-inch
material. The topper in contrast
requires % yard of 39-inch ma-
terial.
Send your order to The Sewing
Circle Pattern Dept., Room 1«*>,
211 W. Wacker Dr., Chicago, OL
Price of patterns, 15 cents (in
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Creagh Patrick
Croagh Patrick, foe holy moun-
tain in County Mayo, Ireland, is not
as huge as It appears to be, al-
though it to a monarch of a moun-
tain. It gives foe impression of
great altitude because of foe motet
atmosphere. The Irish hills, under
atmospheric influences, seem to net
to twice their natural height.
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