The Key West Citizen Newspaper, April 14, 1947, Page 3

‘THE KEY WEST CITIZEN —- By Cameron Dockery AP Newsfeatures Chapter 25 ANSOM FAWCETT! As the station wagon was obliterated by its swirling self- oreated cloud of dust, Jeff stood watching, hands on hips, his lean jaws. working as he muttered softly to himself. The fragments of the puzzle were falling into place... . Ransom Fawcett, Gentry’s sec- retary, playing the role of in- former! How willfully blind Jeff had been not to suspect that very thing when there had been so many sign posts pointing in that direction. Now it all became clear. Fawcett working hand in glove with Coulter to persuade Gentry to buy Jeff’s land. He was prob- ably to receive a fat commission on the sale. .. . Fawcett safely planted in Gentry’s household where he was included in or could overhear any conversation that took place... . Fawcett wheedling Jeff’s talk with Gentry out of the copper magnate word by word and sneaking to Coulter with the important fact that Amos Larabee was the one wit- ness to the sale of Irskine land. Fawcett, the groveling syco- phant, accepting a salary from Gentry and trying to cheat him at every turn. He was worse than Coulter because he risked no dan- ger himself yet willingly accepted the position as intermediary to bring about the brutal murder of an innocent old man. Jeff kicked at a stone and sent it scraping across the yard. He turned heading for the stable. Linda came to him and put her hand on his arm. “Jeff, what is it?” “I’m going into town and give a man the whipping of his life.” Her face blanched, he felt her fingers pressing into his. flesh. “What did Monica say?” He told her about Fawcett and she shook her head, “Don’t go, Jeff, it will just bring trouble. They may even be waiting for ou.” He undid her fingers gently.... “Amos was an old man, Linda; maybe he was ready to die, I don’t know—but he wasn‘t ready to die in that manner and he did Dorothy Dungan Married To Lt. Richard Zimermann it for me. I’m tne only one who can avenge him now.” Her lips were dry and she moistened them with the tip of her tongue. “Maybe Fawcett has already left town. Maybe someone else} 8? already has beaten him up.” “Don’t you see, Jeff? He’s no good to Coulter now .. . in fact, his being fired proves to Coulter that both you and. Mr. Gentry have a pretty good idea of what’s taken place. Now Fawcett is just a menace—he can’t be of any fur- ther use to Coulter but as lon as he’s around he’s a continua threat.” Jeff nodded slowly. “Coulter will either kill him or pay his way out of town. That’s why I’ve got to get into McCloud fast... Fawcett has a lesson com- ing to him—he’s the kind of rat who only learns by physical pun- ishment” “Jeff, I have no right to ask it, but please don’t go.” “I’m sorry, Linda.” Her erect figure seemed to grow even straighter; her nostrils flared. “Jeff Irskine, if you go in there now, I’ll never forgive you!” A thin sardonic smile twisted his lips; his eyes met her steadily. “This is my business, Linda.” Without saying anything more he walked around to the stables and saddled Star. T was mid afternoon, the hottest part of seemed almost a ghost town. Those who were not employed at the Gentry mines sought relief from the sun behind drawn blinds. A. few heat-impervious Mexicans dozed in the palm- shaded plaza sharing their:‘siesta hour with a pack of rangy mon- grel dogs who continually roamed the town. Jeff rode directly to Coulter’s office. A thrill of relief and anger went through him when he saw Coulter and Fawcett seated inside. The trucking man scowled as Jeff entered but made no effort to move. His face was red and belligerent and Jeff guessed that the two had been arguing. Faw- cett looked pale and tense; he got to his feet nervously when the day. McCloud |, a er UE O88 Se EY EE EG Se Jeff moved toward him and reached for his handkerchief to mop his face. His restless eyes went to Coulter as though beg- ging him to stand by him, but the seated man refused to meet his ze. “Fawcett,” Jeff said, “come outside. I’m going to teach you a lesson before you leave Mc- Clowd....% imagine that’s your intention” : Fresh perspiration filmed the other man’s face; he appeared to wilt in his expensive well-cut clothes as though the oppressive heat of the afternoon had sudden- ly hit him. . : “I don’t know. what youre talking about, Irskine.” ; “I think you do, but to put it plainly, I’m going to beat you up because you're responsible for the death of a fine old man— Amos Larabee.” : “You've made a mistake...I didn’t kill him, it was—” “Shut up!” Coulter through clenched teeth. Jeff took Fawcett by the collar of his coat and jerked him out into the street. He pushed him off the high sidewalk into the dust; it was shaded now by the false facade of Coulter’s office and the other small stores lining the street. Coulter came to the door- way and stood watching, his me- tallic eyes gleaming with antici- pation. When Fawcett shot him an appealing glance, he grinned nastily. “All right. Fawcett, defend yourself,” Jeff said coldly. It was no match. As far as height and weight went Jeff and Fawcett were even but the secre- tary’s muscles were soft. He struck out blindly. After a few preliminary punches Jeff knocked him cold. He propped him against the curbing and threw water from the horse trough into his face. Coulter’s heavy brows lifted slightly. “Nice work, Irskine, you saved me some trouble.” “Don’t get the idea I’ll: settle my business with you this way, Coulter; but when I get through with you, you'll wish I had.” He mounted Star and turned the gelding’s head toward home, (To be continued) spoke In Colorful Ceremony Here At St. Paul’s Church Of wide social interest in Kéy father of the groom, was .best feathers. Mrs. Zimérmann, the West and Washington was the re- ma “cent marriage of Miss Dorothy Welch, Lt. ‘Bernie. Theilges, .Lt. Mae Dungan, daughter of Mrs.|Jack Griggs, Lt. Gallemore, Lt. John Fleming and E. E. Dungan,,H. J. Rosania, Lt, Homer Duran, to Lt. Richard Galt Zimermann,:Lt. (jg) H. M. Sherwood, and Lt. son of Captain and Mrs. Alfred | (jg) A. K. Keeval. G. Zimermann of Washington, D. C. The vows were exchanged in on the organ. St. Paul’s Episcopal Church, be-!sang “Ave. Maria’ fore an altar banked with palms, : Love. white gladioli and ‘ white _ lilies, A program of wedding music | was played by Mrs: :‘Cleo Stone Mrs. Orion;:Russell The bride and groom left ‘the Rev. James MacConnell, officiat- church under, the traditional arch ed at the double ring ceremony. !of swords. The bride walked down _ the aisle on the arm of her father. She was lovely in her white crepe- back satin wedding gown, of pe- riod style with fitted bodice and side bouffants. The sweetheart neckline was adorned with a seeded pearl pin, an heirloom of the groom’s great-grandmother. Her full-length veil of illusion was held in place by a Queen Anne bonnet of lace embroidered with pearls. Her white prayer book was showered with gar- denias. Miss Kathryn Young of Jack- sonville, maid of honor and sor- ority sister of the bride, gowned in yellow. Mrs. Henry Higgs, matron, wore duty rose. The Misses Catherine Lowe, Con- nie Adams, Mary Myrtle Sellers, Virginia Whitmarsh, Edwina Ster- ling and Edna Hoff, bridesmaids, wore pastel shades. gowns, bonnets and mitts were styled by Ampara Lake. The flower girls were Jaynie Lou Archer and Sandra Knight. Vaughn Mesa was ring bearer. Captain Alfred G. Zimermann, This Is Sap That Maple Svrup Does Its ‘Job’ Put Out The Fires WEST FRYL£BURG, Me. (AP).—With maple syrup scarce and high-priced in Maine this season, two orch- ard owners used five gallons of sap—as a fire extinguish- er. Willis Farrington does gallons as the sweet extin- guisher checked a blaze that threatened his farm home. And in nearby Otisfield, Glenn Henry gladly parted with the first gallon he had collected to put out a fire on the sap house roof. 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