The Denison Press (Denison, Tex.), Vol. 4, No. 93, Ed. 1 Tuesday, September 25, 1934 Page: 2 of 4
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CHAPTER ONE
Daughter if the Rich V
U Umt could yon ana / urtfh
JHm MMtrin
fc yra»p thii oorry Scheme of
Things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits
—and then
Jte-moM it nearer to the Heart's
Desire r
—Omar Khayyam.
Dueling sunlight spread its
widening rays over Hudson River.
The water sparkled to the warm
earess with a shimmering of Jewel-
lUte ripples that mirrored the bril-
liant blue of the sky.
Its calm placidity was suddenly
disturbed however, as a speedboat,
splitting the wide ribbon of river
shot down from under the George
Washington bridge and headed
s uth like a bat out of hell.
.tt the wheel, riveting the eye.
was a creature—not Just a girl, but
a glorious goddess—a cocktail of
Youth and Beauty. Her reddish-
brown hair whipped back in the
wind. Eyes as blue as sapphires
glowed with excitement as the boat
sped along. The T-shirt and white
slacks she wore revealed, rather
than concealed the classical perfec-
tion of broad slim shoulders, swell-
ing breast and long, slender legs.
Nearing 125th Street, the girl,
with a strong lift of her arms, cut
the wheel and swerved across the
bow of an oncoming ferry with a
great arc. then continued the mad
course onward. Laughing at the
near-encounter, she turned to look-
back at the grizzled old Scot boat-
man sitting in the stern.-
"I'll get one at Forty-second
street," she shouted over her shout-
d e r, gleefully. •
"They’re much
bigger." On - the
boat went, weav-1
ing its wild-bullet
course down
forehead on hie shouler. Hie un-
failing thoughtfulness, his unflag-
ging interest in her slightest doings
touched her and flooded her with
warmth. He smiled down at her, for
ho knew she was, in her Inarticulate
way, saying, “Thanks.”
In another moment, though, she
was her own gay self. She touched
him lightly on the chin, then
grasped bis shoulders and shook
them a little.
"Look here, Mister—you mustn't.
Before you know it I'll be a spoiled
daughter of the rich. I warn you—"
Field touched her hair, his Unger*
lingering on it. "Not this level
head—" His voice dropped. Ther«
was a husky note in it. “This
beautiful head." He stroked het
forehead with gentle lingers and
drank in every feature of her face—
the broad smooth brow, the im-
pudent delicately-cut nose, the line
modelling of high cheekbones that
fell into shadowed exotic hollows,
and the Arm seductive mouth And
he loved her so. Every gesture she
made, every slightest word she
uttered was dear to him.
Diane raised her head, smiled at
him. then kissed him full on the
lips.
"Diane!" Field’s voice was sud-
dently vibrant with ardor. His
arms tightened around her, while
she clung closely to him. Their
lips met again for a long moment.
These were the kisses of lovers, for
so their relationship was to each
other.
Then Diane gently disengaged
herself, though her hand still clung
to his. “Darling," she said tender-
ly, "I keep asking myself—am I
worthy of Richard Field—of all the
love and bigness that’s in his
heart—” she frowned with the ef-
fort xot. conveying her Innermost
through the 42d
Street area, in
and around the
harbor shipping,
until, rounding the
island' tip. it
slowed up, and. at
a much reduced
speed was seen to
head for one of
the dock - sheds
bearing the huge
sign—Field Line.
Inter - Americas
Navigation Com-
pany. There, with
almost a swagger,
it proceeded to
dock next a hug#
yacht.
The girl jumped
gracefully out of
the boat. "Thank
you, Mac." She
turned to the old
Scot. “If we go
again we'll play
leap-frog with the
’Leviathan'.”
ilia answer was
a chuckle of de-
ll g h t as he
touched Ids fore-
lock. An elderly
maid, holding a
polo coat and silk
muffler, fluttered
over to her "L
thought you'd
" ol,a
drowned — " site
began querul-
ously.
"Amy — you're
an old sissy " A
!- v moments la-
in- .-lie was at
1 * private ele-
\..:or of tlie Field
building Arriving at the 20th
floor she could sec. through the
opaque glass of the outer door, the
large office staff at work. An elder-
ly efficient-looking secretary looked
tip at her in slow surprise. "Why
—hello, Diane "
Diane offered her hand with a
pleasant, engaging grin. "I haven't
He gathered her into his arms with a great bear hug
saying. “And l keep ashing myself how van an old
man like—' —
seen you for ages, .Miss Robbins."
' "N-no."
"Is he busy?" Diane nodded to-
wards the door.
“I think it's all right to go in.'
Miss Robbins said a little hesitantly.
Diane smiled, then turned to the
door marked Private — Richard
Field. Tiie familiar elegance of
the room greeted her it was al-
ways a source of quiet pleasure
to renew acquaintance with the
pictures on the wall, most of them
of Field Line vessels—to run her
hand caressingly over the small ship
model on-Jlie English antique eabi-
" net.
Richard Field was talking into an
edlphone. his back slightly to Diane
a* Bhe approached iiis desk. Though
nearing forty-eight—Mis hair almost
entirely gray—he yet had the lean,
well-knit body of a yqunger man
Hie face was finely cut and, power-
ful and decisive as lie was by
repute, his mouth betrayed Ins in-
nate sensitiveness.
"—yes." he was saying. "We've
decided to start the Carribean on
coastal out of Savannah. That will
put the Southern Cross on the Rio-
Buenos Aires run till next Decem-
ber. Then she'll join with the
Amer-central for the West In,lies
cruise."
A smile crossed bis face as be
looked up to see Diane With a
sound of endearment, soft as u
dove's murmur she put het cheek
to his hair and kissed each graving
temple in turn. Field patted ' hei
hand as it lay on 1 is arm lie was
brought out of the distraction ot
feelings—"and then you kiss me like
that—" she shrugged Iter shoulders
—"so 1 guess 1 must be" she fin-
ished with almost childish candor
Richard laughed in the manner of
a man richly content with what he
lias heard He gathered her into
his arms again with a great bear-
hug.
"And ] keep asking myself—how
can an old man like—"
"Careful." Diane, with mock
severity, held up a warning pink-
tipped finger. "I'll he furious.”
Richard chuckled. "Sorry.” He
pretended to cower in alarm. It
was a little game they played—their
standing Joke—Hint at the first
mention of his age. Diane would
iiy into a virago-like rage. And
Richard would, perforce, tremble
with fright.
Both of them stood together In
silence for a moment, ulmost one
In thought, hearkening back to
those days, five years before, when
Diane had obtained employment in
these very offices, it was during
an extensive expansion program
Field had been in the office twenty
hours a day and Diane was
assigned to hint for dictation The
expansion had gone on to success
and she had been present through
the building of It—through the
hard grueling days and nights-
week after week—from eight In the
morning until three the next
Ttien. on top of success had come
I’allun—the bottom had dropped
out of everything—and there were
more days and nights — fight-
ing together to hold what Field had
built up—fighting harder to hold
than they had to build
tuber girls had cracked—hut
Diane had gone on—until every-
thing was all over Then one day
Field rung for her and was told she
was in Die hospital And with her
the moment as the voice on the odi- ! absence, came realization of his
"What about I overwhelming love foi her He
phone barked through
the Lloyd affair’’"
"Eh—what's that?"
visited her at tin* hospital twice—
and tiie third time was informed she
"I aaid—what about the Lloyd at- j was gone leaving no word When lie
jfUIrT” j had traced her to another office, she
‘Tm taking that up at tiie next I had tried to lie -to say that the
Atlantic Conference. That'S all ' girls were worked too hard at the
Field flicked the switch anil stood
up, taking Diane's two hands in his
.Then he held her awav. Hooding her
from head to foot with an adoring
omllfto "Well—well Hows mv
little girl today ?"
Diane lapped her chest proudly
“I Went way beyond West Point—
■P and buck In under two hours.-
“Do you like the hour'" Field’s
voice was fondly indulgent
"It’s too slow—” She laughed ns
.Field raised an eyebrow "No silly
—It* Man of War stared of rome-
thlngs—that’s what ii is—”
“It’a yours "
His ganeroslty brought her up
•bolt tad sobered her for a mo-
(MM'VAlmwt wistfully aha put hat
FI«*I<1 inn Kichaitl. hardly
a hit* i.HifVt* what he sav In her
p.\fs hritl furred the truth from her
—tli.it shf* luvpil him!
1 *i.ilit* stirml comfortJihly In his
arms Shi* knew hf* was retracing
riiHii lovp-story and was happy In
ill!* llinlii’h?
"D irhnu " ht* murmured, his lips
rlns’t* to hei hair.
I mt hot h their heads turned
duirkly us the door was flung open
with wnmcustonied violence. Miss
Rohhins stood there, embarrassed
and agitated.
‘Tin—I'm sorry to intrude, Mr.
Field," she stammered, ‘‘but Mr*.
Field is coming in lbs outer office.
<TO 88 CONTINUED)
Usenvw Tactics
Oil Criminals
WASHINGTON. — In a sed
brick building on Vermont avenue a
short, compactly-muecular man sita
at a dealt. In a crisp voice he
speaks iqto one after another of a
battery of telephones.
A few miles away machine gun
bullets spatter on a target, shatter.
Ing the somnolent peace of the
Maryland countryside—sounding a
warning to "Baby Pace" Nelson
and other killers of his 11k,
The man at the desk In the old
brick building Is J, Edgar Hoover,
39-year-old chief of the "O-men"—
the gangsters' name for govern-
ment men—giving directions, sug-
gestions and encouragement by
telephone to the leaders of some
480 federal agents in the nation-
wide offensive against crime, which
has been regalvanlzcd by the
'‘taking" of Dllllngcr.
Training to Meet Gangsters
The bullets raining on targets at
nearby Fort Meade are propelled
from guns similar to gangdom’s
own "rubbing out” weapons and the
men wielding the guns are "feder-
als.”
Not so long ago the federal a-
gents engaged in tracking down
some of the most desperate crimi-
nals were sparsely equipped with
pistols and a few rifles. Now- they
are being rapidly supplied
wit’ll machine guns, high powered
rif'es and shotguns while instruc-
tors are teaching them to handle
these weapons expertly.
At Fort Meade and other army
rifle ranges throughout, the coun-
try, target practice and sharp-
shooting drill has been going on
quietly for several months.
An Army of 600
When the full strength of the di-
vision of investigation is mnste.ed
th's summer it Is expected some
000 agents will he in the well-drill-
ed army fighting kidnapers, bank
robbers and roving outlaws of al!
types. They w'l l be assisted in their
cleanup by seventeen new federal
aw s will) jagged teeth,
j \V .ilc depai tment of justice offl-
c als were disappointed in tiie fail-
ure of congress to provide an ad-
d tional $700,000 for equipping them
with armored ears for use in the
main arteries of interstate highway
traffic and with planes close at
hand for speedy pursuit, the agents
uid be provided with a fleet of
light, fast ears such ns the igang-
sters use.
The educational qualifications of
the agents—some of them are gift-
ed linguists and about 80 per cent
of the Investigators have had
legal training or work In expert
accounting—have prompted some
critics to call them "high-brows,"
"campus detectives' and “boy
scouts."
Must Have “Horse Sense"
Rut Hoover cites their record Of
95 per cent convictions in court,
not to mention the Dlllinger coup,
and the crushing of several kid-
naping rings and racketeering
gangs, as justification for the high
requirements of personnel. One of
his prime requisites is that an in-
vestigator have tiie knowledge and
experience to gather evidence that
will “stick" when the offender is
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Sciatica, RhagmaUgn, Lumbago,
Neurttlf, Muacular Pains Put.
odloPalna write that they have
uaed Dr. MUao Antt-Paia PlUa
with better noulta than they had
arm hoped far.
Countlaof* American houae-
wivea would i no more ttej
of keeping houae without On
Miles Anti-Pain Pills with*
out flour or oufar. Keep a pack-
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nvejroumlf needleaa tuffwing.
| Al Drug 8tores>-25a and $1.00
2BiiS£
«*• um- i
thm of an Meal age at is aa “opera-
tor who ooszbless intelligence end
experience with courage, loyalty
mpm
clerks, professional baseball play,
ere, football start ami expert box-
end horse sense.'
V -r?
mem
imrrilhkMt.
Don't get out of bed at tip
wrong hour.
Doatlookatttfidi
The force includes a number of
former chiefs of detective bureaus,
chiefs of police, Texas ’ rangers,
sheriffs, stats troopers and plain
detectives.
Only Yeung Men engaged
An applicant for service as a “G-
man" must be between 26 and 33
yea is of age; personnel records ot
the department show that the aver-
age age of on investigator Is slight-
ly over 35.
While the division has no air-
planes there nre six agents who
can pilot a plane and one investi-
gator has been a parachute Jumper.
Others have been teachers in col-
leges and high schools, truck drlv-
3mm Superstition* Don’t*
Don’t torn your umbrella inside
out.
Don’t look in n mirror until it
brooks, girls.
Don’t walk Under a falling safe.
Dont’ throw soup over your left
shoulder.
Don’t put on your shirt upside
Don’t lose 913 at bridge.....
Don’t load a funeral procession.
Hi work all the time and feel strong il.
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MEN, WOMEN
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