The Key West Citizen Newspaper, December 28, 1939, Page 3

THE KEY WEST CITIZEN PAGE THREE ‘Coast Guard Quintet Wins | The THURSDAY, DECEMBER 28, 1939 - PLLLLA ARAL ELE LA AAA PAI IP PIS PLEADED Edy ___ From Grills; Half Closes Soon ‘by Frances Shelley Wees By ULRIC GWYNN, JR., } Island City Sports Writer Last night at the High School , Domenech nel looking directly toward the ravine |'Gym the league-leading Coast/3 Carbonell - all the time. I was just stiff with |Guardsmen defeated the Seafood iLewi fright. It was terrifying to see him | Gritlers to give them a one-game /““2 —~ creeping along there in the dark, |1..q over the Lions and one and| like an animal almost ... we! ae tics could only see him against the |@ half games over the Grill five. shimmer of the water, you see,| Highligits of this game were And I was going to jump up or say | the fast and scientific playing on something—but Duncan’ saw him ! the part of the Coast Guard YOU’LL FIND IT HERE! Here’s a Representative List of Key West Merchants that Sell Practically Everything of YESTERDAY: Murchison told Duncan he was going away, and would leave the diamonds for him. Michael gives Duncan the gray box containing the pebbles and love letters—nothing more. Tuck accuses Michael of being beastly to Duncan. Chapter 33 The Creeping Man “Poxcan couldn’t possibly be guilty of anything very bad,” Tuck went on. “You can see that in his face, Michael. He’s got an awfully nice, clean look.” “Soap,” Michael muttered, but Subsided hastily. Finally he came to a stop. He leaned against the wall. “All right, I'll talk sense,” he said. “Real sense. First, I'll say this—the worst criminal I ever saw, who had committed unspeak- ably rotten crimes, had a face like an angel.” “Duncan doesn’t look like an angel,” Tuck cried. “He looks like a@ man.” Michael disregarded her. He talked straight at Bunny. “This isn’t a romance we’re living in, Bunny. It may not even come all right in the end, the way romances do. I want you to understand that. If it were a romance, we should Quite rightfully suspect Duncan about this time, knowing in our inmost hearts that the hero can really do no wrong, and is in all probability suffering for another’s crime, suffering in silence. Later on, of course, it would all ‘be cleared up. I'm not so sure that this will come out that way.” “You are almost insulting, Michael,” Bunny said. “Probably. I’m just stating facts, that’s all.” He paused. “Really now, D:incan’s little story ex- plained a lot of things very nicely, didn’t it? About the reasons for his brother’s disappearance. But why didn’t he tell it to the Com- missioner long ago? As far as that goes, why did the wife, knowing that her husband was deserting her, go to the police at all? If Miss Lissey was right,” he said quietly, “Duncan was probably far more anxious to get those letters this afternoon than he was the dia- monds. However,” he said grimly, “he didn’t get them all. We kept. one to identify the handwriting by—when the time comes.” “Michael—why should he want the letters?” Tuck asked. He did not answer. He was look- ing at Bunny. She stood with lifted chin staring out into the wood. “Bunny,” he said after a mo- ment. “I want to ask you a favor. It is for your own good. I want to ask you not to see Duncan or have anything to do with him again un- tit this matter is cleared up. Will you promise that?” She considered. “No, I don’t think I will, Michael,” she said first. He put his hand over my mouth, and held me there as if he were made of steel. And after a while the man got to the edge of the trees away to our right, and disappeared among them.’ “He was coming this way, Bunay?” “Along the bank, yes.” “Did you see who he was?” “Impossible.” “Did Duncan offer any explana- tion?” “None. He.said—he told me not to breathe what I had seen to any- one. He said it was dangerous.” ‘The next morning added an- other paragraph to the queer and mysterious story unfolding before their eyes. Bunny and Tuck, con- trary to Michael's express orders, had been for a walk in the woods. As they came back and entered the study, Charlotte Jean burst into thing..as -you’re back, Mrs. For- rester, I haven’t known what to “Locked who in my bedroom?” “Mrs. Murchison She ——-” “What?” to do with her.” Self, She said as how she was goin’ Home, wouldn’t wait, and I let her out the front door with my own hands. And then, in a few minutes —I'd gone back to the kitchen to wash them jelly glasses, Mrs. For- rester,—in a few minutes I heard somebody nies around up- stairs, and I tell you I did get a start—but I slipped quick like up the back stairs, and I seen her in your bedroom. So I just reached in and grabbed the door and locked it. And there she is.” “My heavens! Are you sure it was Mrs. Murchison? Sure?” “It was somebody in a purple dress. I saw it stickin’ out of the clothes closet when I reached in for the door. Sure it was her, ma’am. You can just bet it was her. I bet we’ve caught the mur- derer, ma’am, that I have!” “Didn’t she call out?” “Not a word. She hasn’t said a word, although I did hear her tryin’ the window, It’s a good thing the porch roof doesn’t come just there, or we’d have lost her.” Rage And Fear 6 igre looked at Bunny. Bunny looked back at Tuck. “What. are’ we going to do, Tuck?” Tuck was already on her way to the stairs. “Let,her out,” she said. “But Tuckie—wouldn’t Michael after a moment. “I am sure he is| ——’ innocent. Why should I treat him like a criminal?” “Do you believe me to be a truthful person, Bunny?” “Do you think I would make ac- cusation against anyone if I were not absolutely sure of my ground?” 0, Michael.” ‘Then, I will say this. Remem- ber, I have chosen my words. I know exactly what I’m saying. Bunny—if I told you all I know about this case, all I am absolutely sure of, you would not dream of speaking to Duncan Murchison. You would avoid him like the plague. Your own feelings would not allow you to associate with him. Do I make myself plain?” Dangerous Sue did not speak for a long minute. “Thank you, Michael,” she said at last, very quietly but her hands were locked tightly to- gether. Michael went back to Tuck. “Is there more tea?” he asked in his natural tone. Tuck poured a cup with shaking hands. Michael bent swiftly and kissed her as he took his cup. She bit her lip to keep the tears back. Bunny turned round. Her voice was firm and controlled. “There is something I am sure I had better tell you,” she said. “I promised Duncan I would say nothing, but now I feel that that promise can be broken.” Michael waited. “The other evening,” she went | on almost immediately, “I went for a walk with Duncan. It was just at dusk—you and Tuck went for a drive, perhaps you remem- ber. We went out along the river bank to look at the last of the sun- set. It was very quiet and calm out there, and we sat down on a log to look out over the river. We stayed there quite a while, not talking much, just enjoying the evening and the quiet. “It was nearly dark,” she went on, “when the thing I want to tell you about happened. Remember, Wwe were sitting there perhaps twenty feet back from the edge of the bank, just under the over- hang of the trees. You know the place—there is a sheer drop of rock from the edge of the bank to the river below; it must be thirty feet down. No one could possibly climb up there.” _ % “Bunny, just a minute,” Michael said quietly. “Was this just this side of the first big ravine?” “Yes.” “Go on.” : ‘ “Well, we were just going to get up and come home—when, as true as I am sitting here, Michael, there ‘was a man creeping along the ground between us and the edge of the cliff. He couldn't have come up over the cliff; he couldn’t —I don’t see how he possibly could have come all the way along the ground from the ravine. We were “Oh, Michael!” Charlotte Jean said something in which the words Mr. Michael and lunch were mentioned. But Tuck did-not hear. She turned the key in her bedroom door and flung it open. Marie Murchison, her lips trem- bling, her eyes black, was standing in front of the open window. Her hands were clasped tightly to- gether. Tuck surveyed her. “Good morning,” she said weakly. “Your servant is—is—a crea- ture!” “I’ve always rather liked her, myself.” Mrs. Murchison’s voice shook. “I am looking for the bathroom,” she said. “She asks me nothing. She turns the key and laughs. Laughs! At mel” Tuck shook her head sympa- thetically. “That would have been terrible. Naturally, you couldn’t have been expected to know that we've moved the bathroom since you lived here.” Behind her in the hall, Bunny choked. The angry woman at the window heard. She burst into% flood of Gallic tears, tears. of r and. fear mingled. “It is terrib what T am suffering,” she sobbe “They tell me my husband is dead. T know it is not so. I know he has— —has left me for another woman. The shame—it is more than I can bear. It is awful. I cannot tell any- one. I cannot confess it to them. I come here to get the-proof—the proof that he has done so. And this 1s now 1 am treated!” “I’m sorry,” said Tuck soberly. “We do know what you are going through, Mrs. Murchison. It must be dreadful. But what possible proof of your husband's action could you find in the bathroom?” That brought on another out- burst. When she was intelligible, the woman said, “It is not in the bathroom. I do not know where you have put it, but I want to seek in your bedroom for it.” She lifted her face. “There!” she said de- | fiantly. “Now you know the truth, You are keeping something from me which should be mine, and I have a right to look for it. I have a right to look for-it!” “T don’t know what you mean, Mrs. Murchison.” _ The black eyes stared, then the = fell secretively, “I think you o.” é “Why do you think that?” She shrugged her shoulders. “There is no use beating about so. No use at all. I know that you found what my husband had hid- den in the house.” Tuck surveyed her levelly. “Why didn’t you come and ask for it, Mrs. Murchison, if it was really something important to you?” “You know what it was. You know why I do not come and ask. It is something to be ashamed of, my husband's love letters from another woman.” Continued tomorrow the room breathlessly. “It’s a good | “But, Charlotte Jein-—what did | you-how did you get ‘her there?” | “IT didn’t, ma’am. She went her- | quintet. Ed. Woodson and Stev- jens were high scorers for the Guardsmen and Bill Cates for the !Grillers. Score by quarters shows the victors well in the lead through- out the game despite the hard playing of the Grill: five: Coast Guard _.. 11 21 35 52 Seafood Grill _..~6 15 30 44 | Box score for this game fol- lows: Coast Guard Player— FG FT PF PTS Stevens Ed. Woodson Ivester J. V. Woodse Butler —_.. 21 Totals— do, 1 locked her in your bedroom!” | ~~ a |Coast Guard Lions Club .. A ‘Seafood Grill 555 |Army ie Bebe! Rearrangement of final games in the first-half schedule brings | jthe following contests to be! ‘played this and next week. The} | change is made in order that the| (half may be completed before the | U. S. S. Pandora sails for Sout! America, taking that team with [ite | Friday, December 29—Army) ‘vs. Coast Guard; Sea Food Grill vs. Lions. | Wednesday, January 3—Coast {Guard vs. Lions; Army vs. Sea Food Grill. Friday, January 5—Lions vs. Army; Sea Food Grill vs. U. S.} S. Phillips (exhibition game). ‘62: “Yes'm. I didn’t know what élge HERE'S AN OLD ONE on Ernest Hemingway, but Mr. Hem- ingway asked that it not be print- ed when it came out about four years.ago. So we waited until now. It seems that a certain ifellow in the city was telling |Mr. Hemingway’s sister, also here |for a visit, that Ernest wrote jsome of the ‘lousiest, filthiest ‘novels he had ever read. Now \the Hemingway sister came to Ernest in tears over the matter. So Ernest goes out to interview \the gentleman. The gentleman persisted most heartily in his opinion and words arose and finally they started swinging at jeach other. Everybody knows that Huskie Ernest was once prize fighter but this gentleman| |was in the pink of condition, too, and Ernest said at the time he had a heck of a time to get him down, but he was finally | re- duced to submission with the |Hemingway bludgeons called | fists. \ingway invited him to dinner. |The gentleman and his wife came and ‘spent a hearty evening. Just jas they were preparing to depart |the gentleman, nonplussed, in- |formed Hemingway again that his novels were the dirtiest, filth- iest, etc.. books he had _ ever read, “What could I do?” Ernest asked. “Here was a man telling |me that in my own home after I had beaten him up”. So Hem- ingway smiled the cheery, friend- ly Hemingway smile and that was another incident. JAKE KLIMO, on the other ‘side of the Hemingway family, was with Leicester Hemingway on the Golden Eagle on his re- jcent cruise to Bahia Honda, Cuba. Jake has quite some experiences |running around the Caribbean in | small and large boats. He ac- |companied Leicester in a 16-foot | THE ISLAND: CITY Se after. the “fight. Hem) 16. coming to, but accept all cheer- | aa |have been blighted. Small patch- es have been noted before. But jnothing as widespread as this. | THE TOURISTS are really in town now. There are redheads carrying little lap dogs. There | are Georgia peaches with very smooth complexions. There are | |Middlewest people, straight + and | sincere. “There are slacks in| every direction in greens and! blues and purples. There are| |enormous sun hats in every color lof the rainbow. Key Westers| jhave neve gotten used to most lof the costumes worn by the | \“tourists”. Key West in the old |days was a very staid: place with | |plenty of ‘churches and church- | going people. Much of the cos-| |tumery of that era still remains. | \So when a gentleman, now in |town, runs around the city in a bathing suit and a bathrobe, Key | Westers wonder what the world | | fully. | ——— | ASK the educated Key Wester | who loyés ‘his“town just what the city needs more than any- thing else and he will tell you) “leadership”. The average in- telligent Key Wester is pretty frank to admit that he has not the training or experience to be up with the latest ideas and frankly. aglcomes suggestions of \this sort. "One old Key Wester \told us that Key Westers are not | great leaders, but are very good \followers. It will be up to the \tourists to tell us what kind of a | place they want and it will be up to a few of them to start initiating |good ideas. Key West will fol- low. Key West has followed the reign of pirates, of wreckers, of |New Dealers. It will certainly | follow in the tourist era. BREAKS LEG 12 TIMES VPP P ID LD IOP LLL A MLM SIITTTOIISIa Sai, IFS FPAZLAIPPLLIALLALLPLL LED boat to Cuba on the first Cuba) i |passage the pair attempted. ‘The| sgcoprs MILLS, Ore.—Terry pair took seven days to get to | Shepherd, only 4, has broken his |Havana and believed that at one \leg twelve times to date. When jtime they were.over in the re-| ie lowep part of his leg is in | gion of the Bahama Islands. Jake {plans to take a trip over there |at some near date in a small boat ‘also, Jake has recently returned |from a Brooklyn newspaper {where he said he began to feel | as if he were “drying up” and needed the open sea and Key West again. Key West is his adopted home, he says. PRICES FOR SPONGE just before the Christmas holidays | were very low, sponge fishermen lreport. They were in with very |good catches salvaged from re- cently blighted beds, some of the sponges being two feet across. 'But the dealers gave them: lov prices because they knew the boys wanted their “Christmas money”. Spongers are notorious: ly easy spenders. When the; ome in from a tong five-week o: |twe-month cruise, they want to have a good time and they have it. It all goes in wine, women and. Sorig. beer, gardens,.they assemble and to tinkly tunes of an old pi- ano’ the Rockies” and “Let Me Call ‘You Sweethearts” of the moment. Sponger money never done is an old phrase in Key West be- cause their money has such quick turnover that everyone in the city immediately feels its spending. Good news for the spongers is that many of them believe that the beds are being | cleared up of the blight and are _not permanently destroyed. This lis mot the first time the — beds ‘On Caroline street, in | ley sing the “Sweetheart of | braces, he«then sustains a frac- ture ab@ve the knee. LEGALS FLORIDA. IN RE: Application of Mr | Fernanda Carbonell to becom i free dealer. . (MINAS. DECREE ‘This cause coming on to be heard |this @ay on the sworn petition of | Mrs. Fernanda Carbonell and Mas- |ter's Repgpt of Testimony, and the Master's pinion, and it appearing jto the Court that he >-peritoner ve notiee of her intention ~ |biy"ed CBF Coure for a license to manage, take charge of, and con- trol her property, and to become a free dealer in every respect, in a ewspaper published Key West, | |Monroe County, Florida, and the} ‘ourt being advised in the prem- “or IS ORDERED, ADJUDGED ND DECREED: That the Master's Report of Tes- |timony and Opinion be, and the |same are hereby approved and con- | tirmea. 2. | That Mrs. Fernanda Carbonell is capable, competent and qualified to take charge of and control her |property and to become a free |dealer in every respect. 3 | ‘That a free dealer's license be, fand the same is hereby granted to! 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PHONE 177 the said Mrs. Fernanda Carbonell, | and. that | Final Decree in a newspaper of th | jCounty of Monroe once each week for four successive weeks, she shail | \be authorized to take charge of and | control her own estate, to contract | land be contracted with, to sue and |to be sued, and to bind hei if in} lal regpects-as fully as if she were | | unmarried. of DONE aad ORDERED in Cham-/ day of December, a} D. 1939. | jbers this 2 H ARTHUR GOMEZ, | Cireuit Judge. | ! dee? -14-21-28,1939; jand,1949 | THE KEY WEST DAILY Ms & Saess SHITIIILIUOMMBIOOOMOOOOOOIOOMOSOOOL. | THE LITTLE SHOP ; Electrical Current— DAYTON WATER PUMP Interest te the Average Family or Businessman. The Shoppers’ Department IS OF INTEREST TO BOTH VISITORS AND RESIDENTS OF THIS CITY Merchants Represented Here Have Been Carefully Selected and Dealings with Them will be Satisfactory in Every Way. 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