Evening Star Newspaper, September 14, 1936, Page 24

In the Hunt Country Activities Among the Horse Lovers. of Vir- _ginia and Maryland. BY NINA CARTER TABB. HE thirteenth annual Middle- burg Horse Show will be held September 30 and October 1. This is the most important sporting event in this part of the country for the month, and the most interesting class of the 24 that are to be run off is the one for hunt teams. Mrs. William Mitchell is giv- ing a large silver bowl in the hunt team class as a memorial for her husband, the late Brig. Gen. William Mitchell. The silver bowl is a perpetual trophy, but three correlative silver cups are to be kept by the winner of the class each year. ‘The Middleburg Horse Show will be held at Glenwood, the estate of Daniel C. Sands, and the other classes listed are for saddle ponies, 12 hands and under, 12 hands and up to 14 hands, half-bred yearlings, half-bred 2-year- olds, thoroughbred brood mares, thor- oughbred yearlings, 2 years old and 3 years old (lead-in), 3 and 4 year old hunters, 3-year-olds to jump 3!; feet, 4-year-olds to jump 4 feet. Other classes are for handicap hunters, light- weight green hunters, heavy and mid- dleweight green hunters, fault and out class, bantam class, ladies’ hunters, corinthian class, hunt teams, light- weight qualified hunters, middle- weight qualified hunters, thorough- bred hunters and hunter champion- ship. There will be a flat race each day and a steeple chase. Entry fees in the classes are $3, with the exception of the hunt teams | and Corinthian class, which are $5.| ‘The purses in the flat races are $60, | $25 and $15 and in the steeplechases, | $90, $40 and $20. | Entries will close September 21.! Mrs. Cook Crawley, Middleburg, is| secretary of the show and the com- | mittee that is running it are Daniel | C. Sands, William Hulburt, Turner Wiltshire and Otto Furr. * ok X X Piedmont Hunt has been out cub- bing several days in the past week, | about 5 o'clock in the morning and | has had good sport. Members met at the Charles Sabin farm on Friday, | started a fox and had a wonderful | gallop over Welbourne farm, Mrs. | George Slaters and the Josh Fletcher farm. Loudoun Hunt, with the new master, Judge Alexander, also has started cubbing. Some new country | down along Goose Creek is being | opened up and a good deal of paneling | will be done this Fall. | Blue Ridge Hunt, William Bell ‘Watkins, master. has begun to go out | very early in the mornings and has| several followers to hounds inter- | ested enough to get up at the hour necessary for cub hunting. The race that Fugitive won at Rye last week still is the topic of conver= sation among those who saw it. He| beat Indigo that day, who is consid- | ered the best timber horse in America | over 3!; or 4 miles. But the race| that Fugitive won was for 3 miles, Indigo was running in the race but at no time was he able to catch this | old favorite. Randy Duffey, his trainer, who has ridden Fugitive so often to victory, was up, and gave him a wonderful ride—in fact, the best he has ever given him. It was one of those races when horse and rider came through | with the greatest ease, and you felt | they were enjoying every moment of it, as much as the owner of Fugi- tive, Alvin T. Untermyer. The com- bination will be seen in Middleburg | this Fall and may they win again. SENATOR BYRD “FINE” FOLLOWING TREATMENT Brief Hospital Stay at Baltimore | Brings Report Major Opera- tion Is Unnecessary. Py the Assoctated Press. BALTIMORE, September 14.—The eondition of Senator Harry Flood Byrd, Democrat, of Virginia was de- scribed as “just fine” today at the Union Memorial Hospital, where he | underwent treatment by an urologist. The Senator went to the hospital Friday and was treated Saturday night. His physician said a major operation was not necessary. The | patient’s condition was highly favor- able. Senator Byrd is expected to return to his customary duties toward the end of this week. s OLIM eat Salads ¢+ « +with MAYONNAISE CONTAINS NO sTarcHY FILLER / L2 L% .:h < 1w b .\\\\1‘ /!7 ING INSTALL- SYNOPSIS OF &wm lackwood. drama critic for e Bk orning © Chronicle. s fovely Widowed J-mice . ovely widowed J- asks him to dial in Percy Jones. mous radio announcer. Janice expects althoueh he dislikes : fathone Dt " ehat with Philip Con- stantine, novelist. and banter with delay him until Jones arrives 1 12:45, Percy explaing olood on his 1 saying a_blue Persian_kitten him. In ex- pleining the ki headed she could give He_explaing his orgetting 8| aunt’s for the kitten. They had drive back. she blew the horn and it was brought out by a turbaned Hindu from an old-fashioned house in a cross street. She drove then to the Weldon Hotel_ which she entered. and he took & taxi to the party. It is evident his 't entirely ‘belleved. ~ Just r 146 . is Janice's was and a bullet” wound over the heart, The concert singer had been found thus by Mrs. Morris. her housekeeper, Riley teids Detectives Rye Latham and Nethersole it looks to him like murder, Detective Chief Dallas finds a folder of monogrammed matches under the woman's body. INSTALLMENT 4. E folder was a dead black | paper, its upper surface set off with silver lettering and a small crest of silver touched with gilt. The letters were inter- twined and were quite obviously a simple set of initials. A monogram, as Dallas had remarked. “Nothing at all,” said Burke, having made his test for fingerprints. His voice was gloomy as he returned the matches to his superior. “One little smudge—it dosen’t mean a thing!” “J. P.” said Dallas, continuing his monclogue. His brow contracted. “Now what the devil would ‘J. P. stand for? They might be a man’s initials, I suppose.” “Justice of the peact Blackwood facetiously. son? Jersey Police?” But he was thinking furiously une der cover of his persifiage. Con- sidering this responsibilities as a citi- zen. Weighing them against his wish to handle ths extraordinary develop- ment himself. Ought he to confess? To this unfriendly animal named Dallas? Sooner or later the folder was sure to be identified. The monogram was literally known to thousands. The initials were not J. P. but P. J,, and the folder of matches was, or had been, the property of Percy Jones; he had them made to order. Blackwood, in point of fact, had seen a duplicate of this one only a little while before, when the popular announcer had plucked it from his waistcoat to light a cigarette. What he wanted was to question Percy Jones, himself. To stalk that sleek mouse in his own way and in his own time. There was, of course, no certainty that the fellow was guilty of murder. A paper of his private matches simply had been found on Rita Wingfield's bed. But, after all, the girl might have had them in her bed room for weeks. And Rita Wingfield was certainly not red-headed. A little smile was tugging at the corners of his mouth. The chief of detectives was watching him. “Something cross your mind, Mr. ?" suggested ‘John Peter- 5!{ VINCENT STARRETT § THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON. Blackwood?” asked Dallas, with his savage smile, Mr. Blackwood rationalized his in- clination to be silent. His faint dis- like of Percy Jones seemed negligible beside his mounting dislike of this insufferable policeman. “You haven't seen a Persian kitten around here?” he inquired. “A Persian—kitten!” “A blue one” explained Riley Blackwood. “It may possibly be a clu “I may decide to throw you into jail, Mr. Blackwood,” said the de- tective chieftain ominously. He brought the folder forward until it was within an inch of his antagonist’s nose. “Do you know anything about this paper of matches?” Mr. Blackwood shrugged, “By Jove, Dallas, I belleve I do,” he admitted, smiling. “We've been reading the initials wrong, that's all. They're P. J., not J. P. Percy Jones, of course! Funny I didn't think of that before.” The detective's face had fallen sev- eral inches. “You mean the radio announcer?” he questioned, after a silence. The deputy coroner and the others were staring stupidly. “Of course,” said Riley Blackwood. There was another silence. “And where was Mr. Percy Jones when you last saw him with a paper of those matches, Mr. Blackwood?” asked Dallas slowly. “Was he up- stairs at your party?” “You would ask that,” said Black- wood. “The answer is ‘Yes, he was!'— but I wish you wouldn't keep calling it my party.” Quite suddenly Dallas grinned his appreciation of the situation. For an instapt he was almost jovial. “Come with me, Nethersole,” he ordered. “The eleventh floor, you said, Blackwood?” He grinned again. “Stay here, the rest of you, till I come back.” But it was Nethersole who re- turned—alone—so quickly that it seemed impossible that he had made the trip. His face was serious. “The chief wants you upstairs, | Riley,” he said. ‘“Percy Jones is gone. He got a telephone call, a little while ago, and jumped the party!” pleasant after the harrowing inquisi- tion in Janice Hume's apartment. Blackwod and Philip Constantine stood in the doorway of the tall build- ing and lighted cigarettes with relief. It was getting on toward 4 in the | thought it was a woman,” he said. The cold air of early morning was| morning. The novelist looked at his com- panion. “Well, it was quite a session | while it lasted,” he observed. His| | smile was intended to be humorous. ! A dozen cars had just driven off | into the darkness, each bursting with | departing guests, each guest still, | simmering with indignation at the | inquisitorial Dallas. Blackwood agreed. “I have a| sneaking admiration for the rellow."‘ he confessed. “There's a ruthlessness about his methods that is really ad-| mirable. And he's certainly impar-| tial! For his handling of such spit- | fires as Zelda Lansing he may be forgiven much.” The novelist laughed. “She didn’t mo'!npymummm-nm “What I resent,” sald Blackwood, *is the current notion among women that gunmetal eyelashes and blood- colored nails give them the right to be impertinent.” He inhaled deeply and breathed forth a little fog of tobacco smoke. “Well, I suppose you're looking forward to some sleep.” “I'm hungry,” said the novelist. “I was thinking about a sandwich and 8 pot of coffee.” “Good idea! My rooms are only a few blocks from here and I've got & Chinese boy who makes remarkable coffee” But Constantine shook his head. “My dear man, we’d be up all the rest of the night discussing the mys- tery of Percy Jones. Take a walk with me if you're not sleepy. There's a little night club at Chicago avenue that'll still be open. You probably know it. I often drop in there for coffee and atmosphere.” “La Cucaracha? It's an amusing dive. All right—let's go.” They strolled southward in the deserted boulevard, turning up the collars of their topcoats against the breeze that blew in from the lake. Their sticks struck sharply on the cement sidewalk and their footfalls returned to them as ghostly echoes from the tall cliffs along the western | edge of the avenue, Here and there, high up, were squares of yellow ' light, marking the presence of cit- izens as sleepless as themselves. But for the most part the cliff dwellers were in slumber. At intervals along the way the street lamps clustered— eyeballs of white fire, coldly watching the outrageous phenomenon that was | the city of Chicago. “Of course,” said Blackwood, break- ing a silence that was becoming solemn, “it was the red-headed woman who called him.” “The deuce it was! you think so?” “The pattern demands it, I think. Granting, that is, that his original story was the truth—or even the ap- proximate truth.” “We don't even know that it was a woman at all” ‘the novelist de- murred. “He didn't say so.” Riley Blackwood swung his stick | and frowned. “The Lansing female What makes “She gathered it from something in Percy’s attitude—and I'll bet a hun dred dollars she was right.” The fictionist appreciated the point. “Well, possibly,” he conceded. “But why was it necessarily this mysterious TRICO Radiator Covers complete the beauty of well- furnished and decorated rooms, prevent radiatorsmudgeand pro- vide proper humidity. Reason- able prices—convenient terms. Estimates without obligation. FREDERIC B. BLACKBURN 1700 Conn. Ave. 2nd Floor Potomac 4793 D. C. MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 14, 1936. stranger? Why does the pattern de- mand it? What pattern?” “You're a novelist, Constantine, You think in terms of plot. Well, the plot demands it, if you prefer the term.” “I'm not a mystery novelist,” grinned Philip Constantine. “And I doubt that life is greatly concerned with problems of plot or pattern. However, it's an interesting point of view. But I should think the plot might just as well demand that this dead woman—Rita Wingfield—turn out to be the woman who drove Pe:cr Jones to get a Persian kitten. In which case your theory wouldn’t work. Rita Wingfield was quite dead when somebody called Percy on the tele- phone.” “That's true,” said Blackwood. He threw away his cigarette. “I'm as- suming, of course, that Rita and the redhead could not have been the same woman.” “Because Rita’s hair is black” nodded Constantine, “Still, you'll ad- mit that Percy may have lied. It wouldn't be the first time. In the circumstances, his whole story is open to suspicion.” “You agree with the police, then, that it was a fake—a sort of fantastic alibl to cover the time he spent with Rita Wingfleld?” The novelist hedged. “I'm not sure It Your Dentist Hurts You Try DR. FIELD PLATE EXPERT Double R Suction Fit In any nt_for "'G 406 7th St. N.' Over Woolwor! that I belleve he killed her, if that's what you mean, He may have, of course, I think that paper of matches 1s going to require a lot of explanation, anyway.” “We agree on that, at any rate” said Blackwood, laughing. “It was certainly a godsend to Dallas. But, oddly enough, Constantine, the blacker the case appears against Percy—and I have no love for the fellow—the more inclined I am to believe his story. 1It's almost too silly a tale not to be true.” His stick swunz upward The newcomers handed their outer wrappings to a smiling girl in uni- form and pushed forward into the depth of the establishment. 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