Evening Star Newspaper, August 26, 1935, Page 22

REPEAL LAW DATE PUZZLING TEXANS Ruling Required to Fix Time of Beginning of Sales. Lead 55,000. By the Associated Press. DALLAS, August 26.—Sixteen years of State-wide prohibition were behind ‘Texas today, but Saturday’s specicl election which saw repeal voted by a strong margin left a confusing tangle which appeared of no immediate solution. But the time and method of making legal sales was in doubt, as was the status of many a district dry through local option before the prohibition amendment—repealed in Saturday's special electiocn—was voted in 1919. Ruling to Be Asked. Gov. James V. Allred said he would ask Attorney General William McGraw for a ruling on when the repeal amendment becomes effective. The results of the election, however, must be canvassed and proclaimed on the fifteenth day after the test. McCraw said he would issue a gen- eral ruling durag the day. The Governor said recently he| would call a special session of the | about it. Legislature to enact enabling laws, but he spoke less positively today. He opposed repeal. Latest figures showed 259,218 votes for repeal and 203,869 against. These represented 239 of 254 countes. Beer Sold Openly. At San Antonio, beer stronger than the previously legal 3.2 was sold openly as soon as the election result was apparent Saturday night. Bowie County, home of Senator Morris Sheppard, co-author of the eighteenth amendment, voted for repeal, as did Wichita County, home of Gov. Allred. Uvalde, home county of Vice Presi- dent John Garner, an advocate of national repeal, voted to reject repeal. Jasper County, first in Texas to go dry through local option, went wet in Saturday’s voting. LOVE FOLLOWS TORPEDO U Boat Captain and Singer on Ship Target to Wed. SANTA BARBARA, Calif, August 26 (P).—Romance bloomed yesterday between principals on both the send- ing and receiving ends of World War U-boat incidents. Margaret Coleman, San Marino, Calif., concert singer, who was aboard the liner Carmania when it was tor- pedoed off the English coast, and Capt. Max J. Ritterath, who as a German submarine officer made it his business | to harass allied ships, will be married | September 7. Capt. Ritterath is now a‘Pasadena mining engineer. GERMAN JURIST DEAD Prof. Walther M. A. Schuecking Passes Away at The Hague. THE HAGUE, Netherlands, August | 26 () —Prof. Walther M. A. Schueck- | she cried, her eyes narrowing. ing, 60, German member of the Per- | manent €ourt of International Justice | jnto her mother’s suite, but Edward | and the Permanent Court of Arbitra- tion, died today. | He was former professor of interna- tional law at Kiel University, but was | dismissed In November, 1933, because | of “political unreliability.” He for- merly was a member of the German Reichstag. Contract BY P. HAL SIMS. No Finesses. I\lY COUSIN Edgar is not strictly | a “finessephobe” or a “finesse- | phile.” He can take finesses or leave them alone; but it must be admitted in the strict interests of accuracy that my cousin Edgar would far rather leave them alone. He remembers an occasion—on July 4, 1926, it was— that three finesses worked for him. ‘Working backward and forward from the memorable date, however, his life has been one long succession of queens taken by kings, jacks taken by queens. The grand slam contract on the fol- | lowing hand was perhaps a trifle over- | optimistic. Only an avoider of finesses | could have made it. 4 A-10-9-8-7 v A-9-6-3 4 None » A-K-Q-5 452 N ¥ None (4-3 W+E ¢ J-10-9-7- S #J-9-8-6-3 A R-Q-J ¥ K-J-8-T-4 4 A-Q-5 -4 The bidding: North East South West Sp. Pass 3 Sp. Pass Sp. Pass Pass Pass East opened the jack of diamonds. Here was a chance for what was un- deniably a free finesse, but my cousin | Edgar disdained it. He went right up | with the ace, cashed two clubs, trumped a club in dummy and pro- ceeded to run down all his trumps. ‘That left this situation: 4 None ¥ None ¢ 10-9-7 -J The queen of clubs is played and a theart discarded from the board. Throw what he will, West cannot stop the grand slam. It was demonsirated that seven spades can be made, but I dare say that most teams would arrive at the neat but not gaudy contract of six hearts. The bidding might go: uth West fgr BE- PR B 4 0. Bus 48 Pass 5 Ht. Pass 6 Ht. Pass Pass Pass The only question is the trump suit. I hope that South will make the con- ventional safety play, since he can afford to lose but one trump trick. If he lays down the king from his own hand he will lose only one heart trick, no matter now the outstanding trumps CHAPTER 23. DWARD STOCKTON cleared his throat. He tapped the pages of the morning paper vindictively. Presently he went on as if no silence had ensued. “It's this article, Libby. I can’t understand your generation—I' can't understand you. I thought you told me that you intended keeping your marriage a secret, that you would go on with your debut and be remarried to Marshall afterward at a brilliant wedding at the cathedral. That no one, not even your mother, would know of the Rockville elopement. When I gave Marshall that position the morn- ing you two came to me and told me you were married—oh, never mind, never mind!—that’s not the point! What I want to know is, why did you call the papers? Why today? You did call, didn't you?” Edward Stockton had a way of throwing a question, edged and intent as a dagger. For one moment Libby started to lie Then she dismissed her!| father's reactions to the truth as| | trivial. She said: “Yes, I called. What of it?” “You must have had a reason, Libby. | A very good reason.” “I had a very good reason,” she re- peated equably. “What?” His face darkened. “I prefer not to tell.” A sense of indignation against his daughter swept through him. He started to speak, angry, viclous things born of his quick temper, but the words died on his lips. If he had one weakness in the world it was Libby. With every one else he was a power, impenetrable, an omnipotent man who made men and broke them. Countries as far distant as Siam, China and Africa felt his power. With a hand of | iron he ruled his shipping lines, his rubber plantation, his nitrate and min- ing interests, and through his inter- | locking directorates he controlled | banks and businesses. But he could not lift a finger to refuse pis daughter anything, he could not cross her in| any way. A lion out of his home—an | inarticulate impotent lamb within it. And he knew it. i At last he said, “I have a feeling, | Libby, that that Seymour girl is mixed up in your actions. In the interview with the press you told the papers that there would be no debut this afternoon. That's why they published that scur- rilous article on ‘Betsy Seymour—a debutless debutante,’ isn't it?” Another dagger thrown and hitting the mark. Libby looked up at him, startled. “I suppose so. What's so awful about that?” His tone was grim now. “Libby, your mother called all the society editors and told them that she was presenting Miss Seymour as previ- ously announced. And she’s had Mrs. Lancaster, Reginald and several of her friends telephoning the entire guest list—some 900 persons, I think—cor- | recting that erroneous statement.” Libby jumped up from the chair. “Why, that's . . . that's preposterous!” She started toward the door that led Stockton caught her arm and held her. | “Not so fast, young lady! Your| mother knows why you did -all this,” he said hoarsely. “She knows you took Marshall away from Betsy Sey- mour, and to make her defeat complete announced your marriage today. The cancellation of the debut would have made her rather a laughing stock around Washington. You knew that, didn’t you? There would have been whispers and gossip that would have taken that girl years to live down. Your mother knows this and she’s . . . she’s not in sympathy with your tactics, Lib- by. She ... well, frankly . . . she said you have a streak of viciousness in you that comes from my side of the family. And she’s right. You come by this sort of thing through me. I've had to fight the temptation of under- handedness and trickery all my life, and if I hadn't beaten it I wouldn't stand where I do today—rich, trusted, respected——" He paused for a mo- ment and then went on. “The sooner you learn that—-" Libby interrupted him, her eyes darting green sparks of anger. “That crime doesn’t pay? You wouldn't fool me, would you?” She shook her father’s hand from her arm and flicked the cigarette into the open fire. For a few moments she paced up and down the room. She picked up a book from the desk and slammed it back with a reverberating bang, overturned an ash- THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, MONDAY, AUGUST 26, 1935. WooDWARD & LoTHrOP | 10™ ™ AND G STREETS LOVELY LITTLE FOOL % She kicked at the claw foot of the lounge. “You'd think I was adopted or some- thing!” she cried, clenching her fists. “Why would mother act like this! I hed counted on her having some sense! And you, too!” She started toward her mother’s door again and stopped abruptly before the high hand-carved panel. It was no use. No amount of talking nor arguing nor bitter diatribe could change her mother’s mind now. She might have known how mother would take it, that she would become exas- perated and distressed, unable to see Betsy humiliated, given what the younger generation would call a “kick in the pants.” Well, what if she had been underhand and tricky about the whole thing? Hadn't she been clever, too—so clever that her mother would never understand what it was all about! She had set out to take Marshall away from Betsy and she had done it. For once in her life she had held her- self in check, had played her cards carefully, slowly, patiently. She had lied to Marshall to make him elope with her to Rockville that night, knowing that he didn’t love her, know- | ing that he was only mildly infatuated with her . . . or with her money. But love would come. Like her father, she | could be patient about the important | things in life . . . she could fight slowly for the person or thing she wanted. Nothing could stop her. Nothing could | defeat her. She had wanted Marshall ever since that afternoon at the Gold Cup races in Warrenton, when she had seen him taking the hurdles on Jennie Travers’ Bluebell. She had admired his slim, lean, bronzed body, his grace the way he sat & saddle. And she had fallen in love with him that night at the Hunt Club ball when he had danced her out on the terrace, and there be- neath a round Virginia moon had kissed her, making her forget every other man who had been in her life, making her know that this man—this man alone—was for her! She had found out afterward about the Govern- ment typist—Betsy Seymour—and she had laughed long and loud at such | — competition. But she had soon learned that Betsy Seymour was no laughing matter. She had been clever there, too. She had cultivated Betsy. She had even fooled Marshall for awhile regarding the sincerity of her interest. On a whim and a hunch she had suggested | the joint debut, knowing that it would throw them all together, knowing that what happened before her eyes could be dealt with. ‘Well, she had married Marshall. But that was not enough! She wanted his love, all of it—she watched him un- reservedly. That he had been seeing Betsy since their elopement she knew. She had trailed him every evening when he had made excuses about not being able to see her. She had trailed him driving Betsy down on the Speed- way, out to the tea house near Mount Vernon, calling for her at the hospital twice and parking in front of her house for a long time afterward. She had seen him kissing her, holding her in his arms. She had sat there in the shadows watching, her brain feeling as if it would burst at the temples, fury running hot and wild through her veins, searing her senses. Still she had stuck it—had played tray, sloshing the ink out of its well. PEGGY SURE HAS HAL WORRIED. THEYRE ENGAGED, YET EVERY TIME HE GOES TO KISS HER SHE SAYS. . ON, PLEASE, IT§ TOO HOT.,# SAY, 1 THOUGHT PEGEY DIDNT BELIEVE IN KISSING | are divided. (Copyright. 1935.) Mr. Sims will answer all contract that are addressed to close ‘s self- paper. In - envelope, § uiries on is news- 3-cent / BOB, WHY DONT . YOU GIVE HAL A HINT her cards silently. That was part of the game. She had been able to do it, knowing that the whole deck was stacked against Betsy. When she had questioned Marshall about those eve- nings he had lied to her easily enough. He had been at Chevy bowling with the boys, he had said. He had been ‘down to the Cosmos Club having din- ner with his father. She had laughed, “Oh, splendid, darling! But you mustn’t leave your bride too often!” Taking his lies for the truth! Bearing it when everything in her had ached to lash him with what she knew. Married only a few days, and he sneaked off with another woman, lying, deceiving! The one thing that had kept her calm was the knowledge that Betsy would soon be the laughing stock of social Washington and that Mar- shail would turn from her. He was too wildly ambitious. A debutless debu- tante would have been a joke. And he wouldn’t stick to a girl who was being gossiped about, laughed at. Not Mar- shall! Libby whirled around on her heel and glared at her father. “I'd say it's a fine note when my own family work toward ruining my hap- piness!” she spat out. * And without another word she hur- ried through the door and down the winding stairs. To Be Continued Tomorrow. —_— INJURED PILOT ASSURES CROWD FLYING IS SAFE Stunter Struck by Cowling of Motor, Is Revived and Addresses Crowd. By the Associated Press. DAYTON, Ohio, August 26.—Struck on the head by the cowling of his motor, which ripped loose as he per- formed for a crowd gathered at the Vandalia Airport, Lieut. J. C. 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