The Key West Citizen Newspaper, September 4, 1940, Page 4

PAGE FOUR Casual Slaughters | ome By VIRGINIA HANSON = YESTERDAY: Colonel Pen- nant, Mimi and Felicia leave the beach party but the chaplain regretfully remains. Ivan con- tinues to wow the otters. Finale ly Adam can stand him no long- er, crags Kay away, and kisses i Chapter 15 Strange Embrace 'HIS is not our story—Adam’s ; and mine. But things happen as they happen, and the smallest j thing can sometimes determine, { tain, DeTheDg swede AY in the the course of vital events. Be- cause Adam left for New York} on Monday, I was to find myself tangled in tragedy, holding clues I did not recognize, information I could not bring myself to divulge; was to escape losing my life by| the narrowest of margins. And, though I did not know it until later, Adam went to New York because he lost his head that night and kissed me. For somewhere in the middle! that first kiss lost all pretense of | ™ pie soins I was not surprised. had been ready for it, wonder- i a little, but willing to let Aven do things in his own way. I sighed as his arms tightened and I felt his heart begin to drum | under my cheek. Then suddenly he was taking my arms from around his neck, pene me away from him gent!: y | ut firmly. He clamped his lips, | looking very white in the wash of moonlight, and started to turn away. “But, Adam, what’s the mat-| Rete began walking on down the beach. I kept at his heels for a few paces, fighting down the quick temper that, along with my_ red hair, came to me from an Irish grandmother. “It’s very flattering that kiss- ing me should make such a di ference in your life,” I said coldly. “But it’s a little confusing, too.! Perhaps you'll explain.” “Not now,” shoulder. “Run along.” “Now.” He stopped and faced me. “Not now,” T'm not going to apologize. You're not a fool.” He turned me, gave me a little shove, his hands deliberately im- personal. “Run along back to the party. I've got to think, and you dis- tract me.” He flashed me the host of a smile. “You're not real- ly angry, you know. You're much too proud of yourself.” Words jammed in my throat. I} white | watched him go, a swift, figure against the sky line, Then I walked slowly back to the log and sank down on it. Adam was partly right. What I felt was not anger. Neither was it| self-congratulation that I had at} last pierced his shell. I was scared. I had always known there was something about Adam that was| not like other people, but in the past year when he had come of- tener and oftener to see me in Chicago, and I had found in him a rarely satisfying companion, I had deliberately thrust that knowledge into the back of my mind. dously popular—men liked and respected him, women laid siege to him, with what measure of success only they and Adam could Telate. It seemed to me significant that the army, that huge, affec- tionate, quarreling, inquisitive family, were unanimous in believ- ing that no one, man or woman, had ever won past his smiling guard to the real Adam Drew. I sat on the log and admitted to myself that I had not. Until, perhaps, tonight. I got up from the log and con- sciously said goodby to an atro- gance that had been part of my armor since I cut off my pigtails. It was too late for armor against | Adam; and I was afraid to be ar- Togant with fate. jut humility was a drab gar- ment. Heavy-hearted, I started; back the way we had come. Something Frightening F THERE is comfort in shared misery I was denied even that: for Julia had cast hers off like a worn-out dress. She and Gerald | as “Nothing,” he said roughly and| he said over his, he repeated. “Andj Julia came back alone present- panel suggested that we find San- ‘a. “Before Jeff ~akes she added, with an un. se eabte look at his recumbent form. She led the way to the wrecked barge and went up the crude lad- der like a sailor. I kept close be- hind her, for there was some- thing frightening to me in the old hulk, slumbering there in the moonlight, with the ghost of an old man pacing her narrow deck. What the old man was doing there I did not know—the barge cap- same storm that lashed the angry lake and tossed the barge like a chip onto the sand. I only knew |that I felt his presence; that it was part of the dread that made me walk very straight between the steep side of the hull and the equally steep descent into the dark hold where the mirrored moon, with a scum across her face, | Shone wickedly back at me. Julia dropped suddenly, barring my way; and over her shoulder, the full glare of the moonlight, ia saw Sandra and Ivan clinging to one another as if they would never let go. A slight sound made us both turn. Someone was coming up the | ladder. I could see the head and shoulders of a man silhouetted | against the white teach. Julia said loudly, “No one here —she must have gone up the beach. Oh, is that you, Jeff?” Jeff identified himself with his | usual brevity and, since Julia | barred his way, remained on the ladder. “No one here,” she repeated firmly. “Kay and I are going to collect Sandra and take a walk. | Gerald and Adam went that way. We're going this way. Would you mind scramming?” Mortal Enemies ‘OR a moment Jeff looked mul- ish, but he was outmaneuvered and knew it. In silence he swung down the ladder, turned and made off down the beach. We waited at the foot of the ladder. ea “Why did you do that?” I asked “Not on her account,” she said savagely. “Think I want to see | him humiliated? And for that— that screwball?” “There’s no accounting for tastes,” I admitted. Jeff might not | be the most charming mar. in the world, but he was certainly to be preferred to that posturing little slug of an Ivan. “I’m afraid all the same that he saw them.” “I hope not. He's so sensitive.” Sandra appeared presently, alone. “Were you looking for me?” she asked innocently. She came down the ladder, chattering about the i They said in the army that he} was untouchable. He was tremen- | moon on the water. She was per- fectly composed; but as we set off up the beach I found myself be- tween them, and the targe: of all | conversation. There was rage in | the air. The two girls had been unfriendly; they were now mortal enemies. We did not go far; and when we returned to the shadow of the barge we began, by unspoken consent, to gather up our posses- sions. The party had soured. We all wanted to go home. There was still no sign of the men when we had finished pack- ing the two cars, so Julia sound- ed a long blast on the horn and we heard a couple of answering halloos. Julia climbed into the rumble seat of Adam’s roadster and, after a moment of indecision, I got in front. Presently the chaplain ap- peared, plowing wearily through the sand, loudly apologetic for having failed to assist in the ex- odus. Sandra led him off to Jeff's car, parked a stone’s throw up road. ‘Another conquest,” Julia re- marked acidly when they were out of hearing. And then, “Poor Jeff. If she nope that up after | they’re married he'll kill her one of these days.” | Poor Julia! If she could have | known how bitterly she would re- gret those words I think she would have bitten out her ton; | rather than utter them. For when | she looked up Adam was standing iby the car and behind him was Gerald. “Work all done?” asked Gerald brightly. “We stayed away as long . I hope you washed were turning cartwheels in the) t moonlight with the effortless pre- cision of a vaudeville team. “I believe ee got some- thing there,” I said, pausing in admiration. “We're soul mates,” said Ger- ald, halting right side up. Julia stood on her hands and waggled one foot at us. Gerald caught her heels, lowered them to the sand. show you some jujitsu.” “Oh, Gerald! Before all these People?” le pursued her laughing down} the beach. Feeling lonely and dis- consolate, I looked about me. All| these people had dwindled to one —Jeff, lying apparently asleep,! on an army blanket. The chaplain | was a smal] figure plowing! through the loose sand and dis-| mppesring behind a sparse thicket | of scrub. Not poison oak, I hoped; but the thought was not enough to cheer me. There seemed nothing to do but follow Jeff's example. I straight-| ened another blanket, choosing the one farthest from Jeff, and stretched out on it, glaring re- sentfully at the round, beaming face of the moon. Kirklands Visited In Jacksonville Lieutenant - Commander and Mrs. S. W. Kirkland registered at the Hotel Roosevelt in Jackson- ville the carly part of this week. | “Let's wrestle. I'll) “We Ben them for you,” Julia ld him. ‘ond of washing dishes? Good. Neither am, I. I knew we were ul mates, When we're married we'll use paper plates,” she promised him. “A bonfire after every meal.” “Fond of bonfires?” Adam groaned. “Get another station. The program stinks.” There was an edge to his voice. He slid behind the wheel, did not look in my direction, Up ahead the car doors slammed, the |red taillight bloomed and Jeff’s little car lunged up the road. | “How about some hot music?” | Julia suggested. |. “Swell,” said Adam, and started the car, They sang, to the guitar's. ac- companiment, and our silence in | the front seat was not obvious. Adam spoke once, under cover of the music, as we neared the club. “When,” he asked, “are you go- ing } home?” | <Tlll let you know.” | Such further communcation as | we found unavoidable we made | insultingly polite. To be continued Comdr. Kirkland with the local naval forces. The information was relayed to The Citizen by the manager, Charlie Griner, of that hos- telry. connected United States is THE KEY WEST CITIZEN SOCIETY Mr. And Mrs. A. B. Curry Celebrate Their Golden Weddin Wedding Anniversary START OF EUROPES ‘ALL-OUT AIR WAR’ Fifty years of martied Hite | turns a life | turns on the anniversary and ex-' were fittingly recalled and cele-! brated by Mr. and Mrs. afternoon. A golden wedding an- niversary party had been ar-' ranged and carried out to a suc- cessful culmination by their chil- dren and in-laws. Pleasant memories and almost forgotten incidents of their past lives were reviewed by the old folks, who are products of a hardy generation that is fast ceasing to exist in Key West. Mr. and Mrs. Curry are the parents of eight living children. All were present at the mo- mentous occasion Monday, except one, Archie Curry, who is now residing in New Jersey. Merrymaking was indulged in by the descendants, including their children’s children. All wished them many happy re-; pressed a hope that there will be A. B.|many more in the future. Curry, 321 Peacon Lane, Monday | Delicious refreshments served. were The guests of honor were pre-! sented, with a beautiful and use- ful gift by their children. Present were: C. P. Curry, son, , and Mrs. Curry; H. D. Bush and Mrs. Bush, daughter; Mrs. J. B. Albury, daughter; J. G. Sweeting and Mrs. Sweeting, daughter; A. Delgado and Mrs. Delgado, daughter; Robert E. and Charles B. Curry, sons; sister of Mr. Curry and maid of honor at their wedding, Mrs. Harriet Lewin, and the following grandchildren, Glorina Emma, Rose Elizabeth, Esther Margaret and Brenda Joyce Curry, John Kenneth and Charles Percy Curry, Jr., Gail Elinor and Roger Wayne Sweet- ing, and Bradford Albury. Miamians Left For Homes > Mr. and Mrs. H .D. Bush, ac- companied by Mrs. J. B. Albury and son, Bradford, left Monday night for their homes in Miami after a brief period in Key West. The Miamians journeyed to this city over last weekend to join in the celebration of Mr. and Mrs. A. B. Curry’s golden wed- ding anniversary, an account of which appears elsewhere on this: . Page. Clementses Return _ To Miami Mrs. Phillip Clements and daughter, Martha, returned to their home in Miami over the highway Monday. They had been visiting relatives in Key West for the paSt two weeks. ~ Williamses. Leave For Miami Mr. and Mrs. Hugh Williams motored to Miami this morning jto spend a visit of several days in that city. MAN DEFEATS NATURE, YELLOWSTONE CLAIMS. (By Associated Press) YELLOWSTONE NATIONAL PARK, Sept. 4.—Getting geysers to perform is a matter of bal- ancing water. Daisy geyser, which should erupt every 80 to 105 minutes, recently failed to spout. Naturalist George Marler was called. He discovered that Bril- liant pool, near Daisy, was over- flowing. He constructed a small dike around Brilliant, raised the level two inches and soon Daisy shot a spout high into the air. Marler concluded that in underground channels that connect the pool and geyser probably had become “unbal- anced”, but all that was needed to restore order was the added pressure. from the extra’ two inches of water. ELECTRIC COMPANY CHANGES HALF-DAY Effective this week the office of The Key West Electric Com- pany will close at 12 noon on Saturday instead of Thursday as has been the practice in the past. The office will be open for business tomorrow afternoon and each Thursday hereafter. Ch hbk dead VISITORS ENJOYED FISHING LABOR DAY A party of visitors and Key Westers Monday went cut aboard a local charter boat and returned to port in the afternoon loaded down with a large catch of the many varieties found in the surrounding waters. - The anglers fished the Gulf Stream, landing several good-sized barracudas, mut- tonfish, yellowtails, snappers and other varieties. In the party were Dr. and Mrs. Helio Cobo and Dr. W. F. Cross and family, all of Miami: , Dr. Cobo's brother- in-law of Atlanta, Ga.: John Cobo of Key West and a num- ber of other local relatives. The out-of-towners journ- eyed to this city to spend La- bor Day with relatives and friends here. All report hav- ing a wonderful time on the outing. A hhh hk kekad water ‘Mackeys Have Houseguests Mrs. Waldo Leon, of Coral Gables, and Mrs. Helen Marion- elli, of New York City, are house- guests of Mr. and Mrs. Charles Mackey on Ann street. Trevors Retarn From No. Carolina Mr. and Mrs. Ben Trevor and daughter, Mary, have returned from a two weeks’ vacation trip spent at Blowing Rock, N. C. The Trevors reported a delight- ful sojourn in the mountains. Visited Relatives Over Weekend Mr. and Mrs. W. W. William- son and Mrs. Williamson’s broth- er, Robert Pritchard, and his son, Robert, Jr., all of Miami, arrived last Saturday to spend the holi- day weekend here with relatives and friends. The party returned on Monday to Miami, except Mrs. William- son, who will stay on for an ex- tended A HEAP 0’ LIVIN’ (By Associated Press) ANACONDA, Mont., The ages of the three sisters and two brothers of the Spencer fam- y add up to 392 years and 10 months. The average age of the five Spencer “children” is 78.6 years. Youngest is Mary Spencer of Oberlin, Ohio, 70. Oldest is Mrs. Iva Hudson of Liberty Center, Ohio, 86. The others are Milton Spencer of Anaconda; Christina Spencer of Liberty Center, and E. H. Spencer of Ashland, Ohio. TEXAS ORDINATION A FAMILY AFFAIR (By Associated Press) HOUSTON, Tex., Sept. 4— Three generations of one family —father, son and two grand- sons—participated in a unique ordination ceremony here. The ministerial candidate was} H. F. Anders, Jr., ordained in Zion Lutheran church. His father was in charge of the ceremony, with his grandfather, the Rev. Theo Anders, assisting. Young Anders’ brother, the Rev. Willard Anders, preached the sermon. Sunlight penetrates water only ,a few hundred feet, leaving the; inj bulk of the darkness. TSI SI Sa LLL. ocean’s* depths GREAT LOVE FOR ONE ANOTHER, NO DOUBT (By Associated Press) TULSA, Okla.. Sept. 3.— The registrar questioning an 85-year-old woman who wanted a birth certificate for her 65-year-old son, discover- ered a situation that should set a record for neighborli- ness. The registrar suggested the woman obtain the signature of a non-relative who knew of the birth. and who knows the son. “That's easy”, said she. “My next door neighbor liv- ed next door to me when he was a sittin’ baby in Mis- souri and she’s lived next door to me here for 30 years. “In fact during the last 50 years we haven't lived more than a stone’s throw apart”. SIDI LILISS: Sept. 4— {SE OF THERMITE BOMBS WILL SIGNAL | Aerial Battles Now Just Warm-Up, Experts Declare By MORGAN M. BEATTY, WASHINGTON, Sept, Read | | the statements of the Reich high command and the British air, ministry with the help of a man! who knows his military planes and his bombs and you reaclf the astonishing conclusion that. the air war we're reading about every day is flet even well started yet It is true, of course, that many lives ha¥é“been lost, much prop- erty damaged. It would be hard, to explain to a man who has seen his neighbor die, or to a flier who has spun.out of the sky, that the air war is-not on. But, if the experts have it right, air fighting up to now is a warm-up for the war to come, and an effort on both sides to crack morale on the other. In the warm-up, each side learns the other’s long suits, his short- comings. By ‘cénstantly driving: ‘civilians already fed up with = to air-raid shelters, they're in- flicting a sort of third degree, in-| tended to crack nerves, make; people ask forrest, even if their country has to lose a war. Berlin And London Mention It The experts will tell you that, air war—all-out air war—will be- | ,gin with an eight-letter word spelled “T-H-E-R-M-I-T-E"!) We've already had fleeting’ glimpses of the word in the com- muniques from Berlin and Lon-| ‘don. | Thermite is*a simple mixture ,of powdered aluminum and pow- dered iron oxide, all bound up; with magnesium wire. Attached is a fuse to set off the magne- sium, like a battery sets off a photographer's flash bulb. When a big package of ther- mite is dropped, the fuse deto- nates, sets off the magnesium, and the thermite, thus primed, heats up. Within a few minutes, it is a white-hot mass of molten metal capable of melting steel. ; It gets hotter than 3,000 degrees Fahrenheit, which is hotter than 5a ‘any ladle of molten steel in a! blast furnace. Therefore, it will set fire to anything inflamma- ble. It is a smal] river of fire itself. Just A Package Of Heat All military men say thermite !bombs, or incendiary bombs. 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