The Key West Citizen Newspaper, March 27, 1936, Page 3

FRIDAY, MARCH 27, 1936. olden by Aargaret C Widdemer Chapter One DARK YOUNG MAN HE dark young man in the rough handsome overcoat moved in his seat. He-did not like the girl sitting across from him. She re- minded him too much of a girl he never again wanted to have anything to do with. The same slim hairline eyebrows, the same curved mascara-lengthened lashes, the same perfect grooming of her thin egg- shaped face and head and body, as if some gigantic nursemaid had just dressed her, doll-fashion, and dropped her in the parlor- car seat. She even had the same bright maroon nails. Then he gave an impatient shrug. If he was going to be annoyed every time a girl like that made a gesture of inter- est in him, he would have an irritating life. She was pattern, that was all; insolent high-voiced overgroomed pattern; dozens of her on every stage, every® train, every place you put your foot into. After all, what she had said was simple enough as he picked up her sliding magazine: “Going through to New York, aren’t you? Saw your ticket. So am He had never seen her before; he never saw her again. But her reminding voice, her reminding quick vermilion mouth, her down- dipping tiny black hat with a prow- thing up one side were enough. “No. I have a stop-over at Broad Street Station,” He said shortly. “Of course—we have to change there,” said the painted mouth, laughing provocatively at him. “Here, take my things.” “The hell I’ will,” was what he said within himself. Aloud, only, “Sorry ... changing at West Phila- delphia.” And strode out of the car just in time; stepping unto another train that went he did not know where. Or care. This had no expensively patterned girls on board. A half-deserted day coach. He glanced out the window, a little elated. Then it struck him that all his life he had wanted to get on a train that went he didn’t know where, and get out at the end of the line. ... There were budding leaves, small woodlands. He was through a pretty enough spring landscape. “There's just one human being in the world now that I believe in any more,” he thought bitterly. And that isn’t a girl.” Then he knew this sounded silly. He hadn't had enough trouble, per- haps, to know how to take it with @ sense of proportion. But he had believed in the girl like the one on the Pullman. He had believed in everytiting, in fact. In honor, in un- selfish affection, in a lot of things. Pretty old to have just stopped believing in Santa Claus. He got out, for it was growing to the edge of dark: he jerked his two suit cases down. Through with that sort of thing, too—porters kneeling all round you, being waited on hand and foot. Here was a small town. Everybody in the books you read said that small towns were mean ... No pretense, at least. It took him out of his angry rev- erie to find that the town’s one hotel was on the main street, @ Main Street whose cobbles and motor ears and trolleys managed @ noise as unbearable as any New York noises. “TI think I know what you want,” said the hotelkeeper’s wife, placidly friendly. “A place where you can | | poet and novelist, born. Died | Sept. 17, 1863. Anniversaries (POC2COcccccoceseoeeeeeer 1724—Jane Colden, known as the first woman in the New World} to become distinguished as a bo- vard’s noted professor of agricul-* 1923. be quiet and get your nerves rested up. You wouldn’t mind if there wasn’t so much to see—” She gazed at the windew’s vista of small-town activity with pride. ‘I tell you what. Miss Ella Lanning was saying she’d like a boarder. I guess she’d be glad of the money— you know what;\fumeral expenses are.” HOR & ital 4 E wanted a wi They arranged it; he would leave his suit cases at the hotel;. if he liked the Lan- ning place he w@uld telep! He wished he hadn't started any They walked on in silence of this, it was a nuisance. Better to have gone on to New York in spite of the girl in the pattern. There were ten thousand girls in the pat- tern. “Grandin Lane, then turn,” said the landlady, smiling under her neat, too wavy bob. Iris Lanning dropped down, sud- denly tired, in the spring twilight, on the courthouse steps.. The Jahun; num boughs her aunt had sent her for were heavier than she had thought they would be. She “had| gathered them in a burst of delight at their dripping “golden rain” and walked perhaps a half mile toward aint% they had a death in the family and} home. Aunt Ella, with her everlast-, ing adoration of Daddy’s memiory Her own thoughts shamed her. She'd adored Daddy, too; but she and Uncle Will were alive. They had their rights. An afternoon’s work, just so that flowering boughs could be set round the studio walls, as they had been when he was alive. Uncle Will, still lame from the ac- cident that had killed Daddy, all alone while Aunt Ella did the house- work, and she carrying boughs home! It wasn't only the afternoon out- doors that she was brooding over. Everything. Everything from heavy shabby shoes to the place-cards at home unpainted for the Friday bridge. The angry girl looked down at the passing sullen man; their eyes caught with interest. Each was new to the other. What Morgan Black saw was a girl more like a page from a medi- eval picture book tid#"a modern girl; a sharply-cut intense face of flushed ivory, with lips that needed no scarlet; framed si ly in an old-fashioned way with'thick brown hair cut across her forehead and across her neck, flaring out in a straight bush. The slim tall body thrown down 1799—Alfred de Vigny, French! New York City banker, born at 1832—Francis H. Storer, Har- re, on the stone step was dressed in a brown thing, shorter and straighter than the fashion. An allure of angry, flaming charm radiated from her. fifteen. No pattern here, this child in a temper with life} din Lane?” he asked her. bright courtesy. “I’m going that way, I'll show you.” She rose all in one lite movement, and came down to him. What she saw as he took over her burden and walked on beside her was a man of perhaps twenty-eight, with a strong harshly-cut face, heavy black hair, a tall loose rangy body. He was dressed more care- lessly yet better than the town boys she knew. She liked his voice, the beautiful depth and sure intonations as he spoke. HEY went on, in silence for ten minutes, perhaps. Finally, as they passed from an old street of strag- gling big old houses to a long nar- rowing tree-set lane, he spoke curi- ously. e the boughs for?” e curtly. “My aunt wants tht “Devoted niece!” Iris answered him with the con- fessional indiscretion one gives @ hon d | str@iger in certain desperate moods. have them sent over micey LL meiltes I feel as if poor little She was.all enthusjasnrem > t Ell longs in an Ibsen play. She revolved round my father and adored him; if he wanted anything on earth, the world stopped till he had it. Now he’s dead all she thinks about is his memory. He used to like flowering boughs around his studio walls.” Her voice softened as she ended. “He was wonderful!” she said. “But I feel sometimes as if I lived in a memorial chapel.” He: laoked at her miore closely. The note of innocent honesty in her Jear slow voice—softer and slower than voices hé knew—was convinc- ing: But he’d mixed up frankness and honesty once too often: off- handedness and sincerity. There ign’tany Santa Claus, you idiot! ... But he went on, half in idleness, questioning her. After all, she hadn't had to show him the road. “Do you dress in that picturesque way as part of the memorial?” He drew fire, though he had spoken half in admiration. “Yes, I do. I hate it. If it’s bad enough so that a passing stranger is intrusive enough to comment on it, it’s pretty bad; but that doesn’t excuse you. It’s rude to comment on what people can’t help.” The idea that there was anything that a man mightn’t comment on to a girl, stranger or no, was new to Morgan. What a queer child, with her old-fashioned words and ideals! But he tried to make amends. “Sorry. Why can’t you help it?” “No money,” Iris said sharply. “Money. Money’s the worst thing in the world!” She laughed suddenly, with @ child's unexpected gayety. “Give me the chance to try it! It’s the lack of it that’s the root of all my evils!” “No, it isn’t.” He spoke as she had, freely, secure in the knowledge that they would not meet again. (Copyright, 1936, Margaret Widdemer) Tomorrow, iris is late getting home, tanist, born 1n New York. Died; tural chemistry, born in Boston. March 10, 1866. | Died July 30, 1914. 1840—Geonge F. Baker, Troy, N. Y. Died May 2, 1931. 1845—William C. She might have been, he thought, | Her face flashed into unexpected ' THE KEY WEST CITIZEN SPORTS BY JOVE “Can you tell me the way to Gran- | | One of the best turnouts of the | season were on the job yesterday. Mr: Animy ‘Hewitt will’ have a | couplésof blank checks, Mr. Bas- HEALTH PLAYERS WON FIRST GAME OF CHAMP SERIES, | Of course, there was a reason and/com Grooms will also have a sup-| DEFEATED STOWERS PARK a bunch of the boys are sure glad they went out. On the other hand just as many are darn sorry they did not stay at home like their wives asked them to. _ But let us get on with our story and you may observe for yourself. It seems that Willie Kemp and Eddie Strunk beat Willie Watkins and Sam Goldsmith by the score of 5 and 4. Mr. Old Bye Duke of Rock Sound was a very happy gentle- man. It is true that he did not have a partner because if he would have had such he would not have had an opponent. On account of Bill Malone being afflicted with a press of business since he is on his way elsewhere and Daddy Sawyer claiming that he is too busy anyhow, Mr. Duke of Rock Sound told John Robert Grandpa Stowers that he looked as easy as anybody he, knew and would be glad to administer a defeat to the said J. R. Grandpa. Well, the old man ain’t what he uster be. . -but he still manages to turn a pretty shot into a,neat par when neces- sary and thereby after making 96 hits during the day was two less than Mr. Old Bye Atwood Sands. {And Mr. John Robert Grandpa will eat free at the expense of Mr. 0.B.D.R.S If some of these guys don’t turn in their score card, the score card andthe column are coming to blows.. Or else the column will report ‘all gentlemen as losers and no winners, In order to find out whether Mr. Russell and Mr. Ketchum, the gentlemen known variously as Cupid Melvin and_ Sundayschool Charlie, won or lost the column had to phone to Mr. Melvin Rus- sell’s house and Mr. Melvin Rus- sell’s affinity reports that Mr. Mel- vin Cupid is not at home. On in- quiry as to whether Mr. Melvin lost or won, the affinity says she didn’t know but that her spouse had a long face and sad counten- ance. Which, of course, indicated that Mr. Melvin and Mr. Charlie lost to Mr, Hollon Bervaldi and Mr. Dell Woods on account of Mr. Jennie Fay Bervaldi and Mr. Sam Pilot Woods being too much of a much for Cupid and Chas. If the Lowe lady is not too winsome during the early evening, our smiling assistant Postmaster will enjoy a very nice free meal with music on the mouthorgan by Mr. Dell Woods. A couple of other guys who have paid for so many dinners that they ought to own a restau- rant were on the winning team jthis time. Mr. Handsome Horace O’Bryant expects to arrive by }half past six o’clock in order that he will be there on time to see if jit is true you get a meal without paying for same. Mr. Handsome |ply of money lifting tools. Mr. | Bascom reports that he had two rounds of 51. Mr. Otto Kirchheiner and Mr. Li Plummer were up and at the opposition but of course the oppo- sition (Mr. Timetheus Pittman and Mr. Dex Woods) were up and at Li and Otto. There is such a thing as overtraining. Mr. Li, Plummer wenf out to play 18 holes} in the morning so as to be very} fresh for the afternoon. Mr. Li was very much mistaken. Many years ago Mr. Li could play 36 holes of golf in one day. Even Mr. Pious William has given that up. Any- way Mr. Pittman and Mr. Woods came along with a nice three-up score. Mr. Li manages to knock} the ball 93 times; Mr.-Tax Asses-! sor Kirchheiner got 94; Mr. Pitt-j man 97 and. Mr. Woods 88. So you see it is all in knowing how.) Next week Mr. Li and Mr. Otto will have Samuella as one oppon-! ent and Mr. George Dodge for the other, if Mr. George will think ;that Mr. Samuella is not too big} a handicap. rs { Our genial Postmaster was in |such a happy frame of mind in jearly evening that he stayed up; to the late hour of eight p. m.| When Mr. Samuel Harris wins, the world is rosy. When he loses, the cats suffer. On this occasion our‘ genial Postmaster is bubbling ovér with conviviality and will tell! jyou exactly how he made that 15-! foot putt on the last hole. There} is a long story to this. In order i that you may be spared the sus- ; pense of having our genial Post- imaster relate to you all the intri- jeacies of how he and _ Louis ; Cruickshank -put- the- skids © to! Cookie Mesa and Charlie Salas,; the column will gladly reine same. In the early afternoon Mr. Charlie Salas soliloquized aluod to himself and to all who were stand- ing ‘nearby (Cookie) that he and Mr. Cookie were going to have grapes when it came to taking Mr. Harris and Mr, Cruickshank. Well, after that 15-foot putt the grapes turned to raisins. and sour ones. too, Well, it seems further, that | Mr. Salas made 40-43, which is a |very bright score. Mr. Cookie got 48-45, which is slightly foggy. !Mr. Louis Cruickshank got 42-42, | which is quite dazzling but our | genial Postmaster got 46-43, which | was very comforting. Mr. Samuel | | admits that birdie on number four | was the turning part in their jfavor. The game rocked along to! | number 18 with Mr, Salas and Mr. Mesa very confident of winning,} and why? Because they were one-/ up. Mr. Harris was 15 feet away 4s mentioned several times pre-| ceding and the test were six feet! away. The thing to do for Mr. Postmaster, so Mr. C. remarked, was for him to try to get down in} two hits. Mr. Sam says, “No, Ij am going to sink this baby!” Mr.! i ! { ; ee noted, pond draining business in the near‘ back nine. Roentgen,| pects to, keep Mr. Pete very much Horace had Mr. Robert Franklin! Harris pleasantly “surprised him-; Spottswood for a partner and al self by doing same, pleased Mr. very merry time was had by Mr. | Cruickshank very much and caus- Robert F. and Mr. Handsome}ed consternation to Mr. Charlie Horace. On the side looking sort! Salas and Mr. Cookie Mesa, which of pathetic was Mr. Louis Pierce | gentlemen refused to be comfort-; and Mr. Curry Harris. Mr. Harris}ed because of things too num-! was glad enough to find a chair to; erous to mention. . .one being a{ rest his weary bones. Mr. Louis: 15-foot putt. We trust you have! Pierce finished the game and got | not been inconvenienced, gentle a gang of balls and clubs together; reader. . If Mr. Sweet Elyssium } and went out to practice a bit. He! sees you, yoy will hear the above; said Mr. Handsome Horace was: with gestures. too much; . Another of the gentry who does | not believe in Santa Claus is Mr., of . Winsome Willie Watkins; j Bascom wick Grooms, Senior.| avd Mr. Satguella Goldsmith it| | When asked whether he won or! must be said in all fairness that} Hlost, he replied that he was stil] _ those tata RG saw -fwo of the | too overeome to reply.” The scare ‘Siabest bu rises on thejgolf course | was so good in their favor that}in many years. It seems that Mr,! {Mr. Ammy Hewitt who also hap-; Hurricane Eddie Strunk got 389; | pened to be a partner-to B. L. . Hid (deiation for a score} {took the scorecard home to put ii ike that. duplicated same. Mr, aframe. Mr. Fred Ayala was too ‘Doe Willie Percival Kemp being a Sad to talk except to look at his gem of a guy, got a 43 but got son-in-law_in various moods and fuzzy the last nine. Mr. Winsome poses, * this occasion Mr. Pete, Willie got so many fives that he Taylor has overtrained and could; could make nothing else. You not manage to break 57. Of those ,make 14 with two sevens for com- 57 hits, most went in a great big, pany and see where you land pond of water on account of Hur-jtoo. Mr. Samuella got 39 on one ricane Eddie making remarks. Mr. | round like Hurrieane Eddie but Hurricanesexpects to go in the-was slightly befuddled with 45 the All of this ads up to 'tuture. Mr. Pete remarked that where Doe Willie Percival and Hur. it was not worth the expense:jricane Eddie beat Samuella and However, Mr. Beau Brumme! ex- | Willie a small matter (77) of five ; points. when only four were left In order to not hurt the feeling German physicist, discoverer. Of] worried during the next several; to go. However, Mr. W. and Mr. [the X-rays, born. Died Feb. 10,}hours. In.gase Mr. Taylor and G. believe that Doc and Eddie Mr. Ayal forget their wallets, were two other guys in disguise, |- TEN BY CLOSE SCORE OF 4 TO 3; WAS WELL-PLAYED CONTEST The Sanitary Department and the Stowers Park teams of the Social Diamondball League p'ay- ed their first of a three-game se- ries for the championship of the tireuit yesterday afternoon at Bayview Park. The Health outfit won the opening contest by the close score of 4 to 3. The game was well-played and exciting from start ta finish. The Park ten opened up the scoring by shoving over a run in the very first inning. The Sanitary boys knotted the count in the fourth frame and went into the lead in the sixth canto, after scor- ing.two runs, while the Stowers outfit added another in their half of the same frame. Once again the outcome was in doubt when the Park players brought the count to three-all in the seventh inning. However, the Health ten put over another marker in the eighth and won the game. In the field, McCarthy, Albury and Cates for the losers and Sal- inero, Ubieta and Barker for the winners were outstanding. Barker and Ubieta hit two out of three, and Hopkins and Albury secured two out of four at bat. Score by innings: R. H. E. Stowers Park— 100 001 100—3 Sanitary Department— 000 102 O1x—4 10 2 Batteries: M. Tynes and Hop- kins; C. Stickney and Gabriel. CLASSIFIED COLUMN Lost 9 5 LOST SUNDAY NIGHT, one sailor’s blue dress jumper, vicini- ty Lopez Funeral Home. Return to C. G. Cutter Nemesis for re- ward. mar26-2t PERSONAL STOMACH ULCER, GAS PAINS, _ INDIGESTION victims, why suffer? 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The Busy Bee Bakers under Oscar Ward handed in their list of players yesterday. They are: { Acevedo, Barcelo, Higgs, Bet J. Navarro, Rueda, Stanley, 4 Castro, P. Castro, J. Hale, E Sweeting, H. Wickers, F. Delaney, E.. Alfonso and O. Ward, mana- | ger. Line-ups of the other two clubs were published yesterday. The new 1936 diamondball rules for the state will prevail m this league. Only the manager or cap- tain shall have the right to pro- test with the umpire. Players| shall remain in the dugout. A ball hit over left or right field shall be two bases and in center a home run. The umpires shall have ful are being played and any player manship way he has the right to put ‘him' out ‘of the game_ Otherrules have been ed in past issues of The iLghts shall go on at 7:30 p. mj and gamé’ will start at 8p. m. Games are !scheduled for Men- day and, Friday, nights. If fans cooperate they will be increased to three games a ‘week. } The first contest will be played| Monday night between the Fire- men and Lopez Funeral Home-| Friday night, the Funeral Homers} and Bakers will play eccce eece eeccccccccccescseseosess The Fort Lauderdale Black Sox}! will play the Key West Stars at} the Navy Field Easter Sunday! and Monday, April 12 and 13. | The Ft. Lauderdale boys have traveled all over tne country, play- ing in Chicago, Kansas City, New York and other big.cities im the north. They will bring with them the ace of colored pitchers im the United States—Norman Wicker- son, who beat the Chicago Gray Sox, one of the best colored clubs in the country. The rest of the clu> are: Herry White, catcher; Burnell Bradwell, pitcher; F. B. Weaver, pitcher and man- ager; Willie Kinston, pitcher; Lefty Bowleg, first baseman; Joe Dugan, second baseman; Baby Kelly, third baseman; Connie Green, short stopman; Joe Lanier, left fielder; Emit Lanier, center fielder; John Montgomery, right fielder; Frank Johns and Willie Sell Thomas, subs. The local boys will have their full strength on the field—a club that can play the*best of them. i ON MONDAY NIGHT s charge of the field while games| who does not sct in a clean, sports-; PAGE THEEE SECOND CONTEST OF BALL SERIES TODAY This afterncen the Park and the San:tary Departmen: ms will play the second game the Socal Duamondball League championship series. Ef the Health oys wim today the series will be over and if the Stowers team cops the comtest. a third g me will Rave o be plarec Menday a‘terneen_ Ti Stowers engue wil probebiy start or Tucsdgy. 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