New Britain Herald Newspaper, October 11, 1928, Page 18

Aaidad THIS HAS HAPPENED | Sybil Thorne, Hoston socicty girl, plaintiff in the most sensational di- vorce case in the annals of local jurisprudence. Sybil has petitioned for divorce from Richard Lustis, whom she married secretly, and wtih whom she lived for only two weeks. She has asked also for the custody ¢ her child, Teddy, whom Eustis| las never seen. Her husband counters by bringing suit for $100,000 against Craig New- hall for alienation of Sybil's affec- | tions. Craig has loved Sybil tor| vears, but 1s absolutely guiltless of | Lustis' allegations. The newspapers carry sensational | details in great headlines. Society is intensely interssted, and specula- | tion is rite. | It is the first day of the trial — and Sybil, with her mother and her Lrother, Tad, '8 waiting in court.| Craig Newhall is there too. And. throngs of vulgarly curious. | Richard Eustis has not come Neither has his lawyer. The judge, frowning, consults his watch. Mr Peterson, Sybil's attorney, tell that the case may be dis Suddenly @ court officer from the corridor to the bench. ! NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XLI Something hai happened. Some- thing dreadful. On her feet, Sybil| felt sudgenly dizzy. Perhaps she grew pale, for a man in a blue uni- form took her arm and walked be- side her. Up there—in front of those paople. The cynosure of all eyes. She squared her shoulders brave ly. And those in the courtroom suw the judge bend Kindly toward her. His grizzind locks seemed to touch her satin turban. Peterson’s bald head gleamed b Only a word or two. Sybil's lawyer put his hand be- neath her elbow and they left the courtroom through the judge's lob- by. Then the judge stood before the vast assembly and spoke very “"-'fifiim has been an accident. Richard Eustis, defendant in this case, accompanied by his attorney. motoring from New Haven to at- tend this sestion of the court, was killed this morning in Providence. A second’s silence. And then a buzz—a dreadful buzz of gOSsiD. Women whispering. A court officer rapped for silence. And, when the whispering grew. he called harsh- ly: “Silence! Silence!” The judge left the bench. presently, the courtroon cleared and the corridors crowded. Excited little groups. . “Did you ever! . What & dreadful thing! . . . And T was DYING to see him. . . . Well, it's an il wind—' In the judge’s lobby Mr. Peterson whispered to Craig. “I took her out this he xald, "so no one could see the joy in her face. And Craig, nodd Tears ran down Svhil's in her eyes was the light of hap- piness. She took his hand and pressed it, for there were no word1 for the choking ecstasy that was ir her heart. indge’s And, was were wa understood. | cheeks and People criticized her for the thing she did that evening. Tt was bad taste, they say, and perhaps they are right. Sybil put on a dress georgette and pinned orc! her shoulder. Then she wrapped herself in a Spanish shawl ‘\'“‘h popples on it and sat with Craig Newhail in a theater box while Richard Eustis' body lay on a mar- ble slab in a morgue that was cold as death. Two days later Sybil gave a tea. And that was the day funeral ser- vices were hell in New Haven. From an undertaker's bare par- lor the embalmers carried forth a wooden hox. A sinsle sheaf of roses followed all that was mortal of Richard Eustis into the hearse. And no one. the papers said. accom- panied his body to the grave. “I suppose,” Sybil told guests, as she poured their “that you all think I'm hard of flame hids on her tea, as POOR PA BY CLAUDE CALLAN “Nora is such a spotles house'eeper that when we leave her home I feel like she's coin over things with an oiled rag an’ rubbin’ out ail trace of us.” (Copyright 1928, Publieners Syndicate) Busziness ’ropartie Sal= e RS nails, and cruel. Well, I'm not | hypocritical, anyhow — and 1 don't | care WHAT people say. ‘m glad Richard Eustis is dead. | You've seen the papers. You know what he proposed to do to Teddy | and me. To rob us of ev shred | of decency. To tell vile lies. about | us. To further his own wicked purposcs he proposed to degrade Craig Newhall. To humiliate my mother and break her heart. To! disgrace Valerie and Tad. ‘Why, | almest didu't believe there WAS a God till Richard died. Now 1 know better. It was God who Killed Richird. And he killed him because he was too sinful to live, T'm sorry if you think I'm wieked because I'm happy. But 1| AM. wwv friends. 1 am very, \vers happy.” | Of course there was a great to- do when news of the tea party was spread. Mrs. Thorne ook to her bed, | vowing that she would be happler | Nice iid, “never do things in poor taste. | “Prig!™ cried Sybil. “Hypoerite! | You're just glad as I am, but vou don't dare admit it. “That's the difference torted, “between a civilized being | and a barbarian. Polite peaple don't parade primitive nassions “I wouldn't blame Sybil a darn bit." interrupted Craig, grimly, “if she did a hula-hula right on the | late lamented's well-known grave.” | “Oh, von two!" exclaimed Tad, and stalked wrathfully from the room. “You give n.e a pain.* Tud and Valerie were planning a | New Year's party. their last in the old house. In Iebruary they were moving to an apartment of their own. Valerie was taking cooking les- | sons and a cours: in interior decor- ations at Boston Univeraty. “I'm trying so hard,” she con- fessed to Sybil, “to make up for the bad girl T was. With Richard dead 1 feel that all that horrid vart of me is dead, too. I'm going to, spend the rest of my life biing nice | to Tad and then I guess I'll have | squared myself.” Craig was trying to persuade Sybil to announce their engage- | ment at the New Year's party “Nothing like starting the right,” he argued. “Out of the frying pan into the fire,” she laughed. But that annoyed him. “Please, Sybll” he besought, “don't joke that way. No wonder the hammer and tong artists say you're hard-hoiled.” “Oh{ they do, do they? “You know they do. You're the most misunderatood little angel in 40 states.” “And what would they say if 1 married you? That you'd made an hcnest woman of me, 1 suppose?” ‘One of these days” he threat- oned, “you'll wake up and find no little Craigic under foot. Then mayb2 you'il be sorry.” “Maybe,” she acknowledged. Mabel Moore _ was hunting again. “I'm going to the real estate man I saw last time.” she said. “Re- member, Roger Caldwell, 1 told you | about him, Sybil? Why wives| leaves home is that lad’s middie name. 1 want you to see a place on Beacon strect that we can have for a hundred and a quarter. The cutest breakfast alcove you ever| saw, and a perfectly adorable fire- place. But the linen closet’s no big- ger than a cupboard and you couldn't turn a griddle cake in the Kitchen.” “Page your sheik and we'll look it over this afternoon,” agreed Sy- bil. “Ask him if I may bring my son and heir. And tell him if 1| sce an apartment I like well | enough I may get married my- self.” " he re- year, apartment- bundled up Teddy and went abel's for tea. The agent was to call for them ut four. Nibbling cinnamon toast, Sybil dammed the flood of Mab's glowing culogy on Jack. “Oh, darling, shut up! You're AUNT HET BY ROBERT QUILLEN “I bought some lace just because that peddler spread it on the floor. T couldn’t help doin’ somethin® for a man that had that mueh faith in my heusckeepin,” (Copsright 1925, Publishers Syndicates | ominous sileneo. NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 11, 1928, DWIND ELEANOR EARLY too darn ecstatic. You bore me. You make me sick. Please be mis- erable once i a while. Listen, Mab, I've got a funny feeling in ;my bones. Do you get premonitions? As if something perfectly dreadiul was going to happen? Well, I've got one now. There's something brew- ing. Something fierce. 1 feel it The electric buzzer buzzed. “Oh, yes. Come right up. We're all ready.” Mabel slammed doors on the con- n of adjoining rooms. s the agent, Sib. Perhaps a premonition. Perhaps yow're I told you That's right h going to fall in love. he was a knockout. —powder your nose.” The door opened. And young man admitted quietly. “Hello, Mrs. A softspoken young ishly hesitant. Hat standing in the Joorway, un shining through the a slim himselr Moore.” boy- hand, with the western man, in | windows on the gold of his blond voung head. “John!" Sybil had risen from the daven- port. The tea cup in her hand clat- tered portentously in its saucer and. trembling in her clasp. crashea shrilly on the heartl. Pale as the waxed gardenia she wore, she cow- ered in awesome terror from the man she faced. Then she put out her arm to touch him and yhen he moved & step nearer she buried her face in her hands and shrank away again. Astounded, Mabel gazed at the tableau. “Are you John gasped. He nodded dumbly, Sybil. Sybil's head rolled vacantly, line something set loosely, Her eyen were glassy and her pale hand at her throat moved convulsivcly against the dreadful contrac@on there. There was a horrible moment ot Even Teddy held his breath. It was as if life itselr stood still in passing. Then the man in the doorway pitched for- ward on his face. And Teddy's baby terror broke the horrid quiet. CHAPTER XLIT Tt was Mabel who lifted the still figure, and pressed her handkerchief to the blood that trickled from his forehead. “There's whiskey in the decan- ter,” she said. “In the highboy, 8ib. Get it between his lips. No, here — let me do it. Get some water."” The two girls knelt over him, and Mabel's compassionate glance was divided between the boy vhe lay like a corpse and the girl vho looked like death. Presently his eyelids fluttered, and he gazed wild- eyed into Sybil's face. “It's YOU?" he whispered. 8he wet his cheeks with her tears as she cradled his head in her arms. They were alone. Mabel had taken Teddy, and left them, John Lawrence passed his wearily across his forehead. Gazed absently at the blood that streaked his fingers, and turned like a won. dering child to Sybil. “1 fougot” he said. “It's very strange. The war—and everything. Tt was all before the war, wasn't e 8he nodded. Somewhere she had read stories about amnesia. Once— long ago—she had believed John would come back. But nobody ever did — only in books and movies. And those storiis about amnesia. People didn't put much faith in them. There was that boy the papers called the Mystery Hero. One arm gone. They thought he lost it in the Argonne. People made such a fuss over him — alienists and psy- Lawrence?” she looking a woman with barrels of money mar- ried him. Then they discovered he JUST KIDS ' WwoLvLo i i COMMERCIAL * COMPANY INSURANCE REAL ESTATE Commercisl True Compeny Building hand | chiatrists and rich old women. Some | 30 1978 by King Fastarm Syndrate. IneGoaat Britem ehrs merent wasn't a spldier at all. his arm in an explosion. And that ex-soidier in Roxbury— his wife had him arrested for non- support. He claimed to have lost his memory, and when she faced Rim in court with their child, he said he had never seen either of them before. Bat the judge wouldn't belleve him, and sent him to jail. ‘There were lots of stories. Am- nesia, like charity, covered a multi- tude of sina .But John — John wouldn't tell such lies. Why should he? He loved her, didn't he? Of course he had wanted to come home to her. He'd lost s very strange.” he murmured. And in dumb anguish she nclined ner head. 1T WAS. Very strange. he baby—is it yours She nodded. “They said you were dead. At first 1 wouldn't believe it. 1 waited and waited. But you never came. 1 was married two and a half years ago. My—my hushand is dead.” John Lawrence groaned. “God in heaven!" He struggied to his feet, ing his pockets nervously. outstretched paim small white box. “Look—it's & wedding ring. 1 bought it this morning. The banns were published just Sunday. Oh, my God. §ybil. What are we going | to do! He put his hands over his face, and she kissed his fingers ti “John, look it me, dear. long — so long ago. Do we care, | dear, still?" | 8he pried his fingers from his| hair, and he took her hands, and kisged them wildly. Then she was in his arms—strug- gling, protesting. entreating. | Deaf to her pleas, he caressed her. Kissed her, lips and her ey and her poor pale face, and her white throat. Until. spent with| ardor, they sa1k on the divan, like tired children, and her head fen| limply in the hoilow of his shoul- | | der. | “Tell me,” she whispered, and hor | voice was small and weary. “Begin at the beginning. explor- On his he extended a Truth, they say. is stranger tlan | fiction. Here then is the story John | Lawrence told Sybil. The war played strange tricks on ! men. And for exquisite cruelty psychosis turned the screws—thar dread affliction that spared the | body ¢9d scourged the soul. | He told his story disjointedly. . They were marching In squad columns. The uobjective — oh, no matter. Eartn and trees sprouted | up like geysers. There were weird lights in the skv and shells acreech- ing like hell let loose. He was scared. No use lying. Knees shax- ing. There wus an explosion. Worse than the rest. A shell, you know. Right in the middle of the squad. T never tried to talk about it hefore. . Blood and mud. . . . Fellows blown to pieces . . . arms and legs | —and—and things. Sybil, hold my hand! Ah, sweetheart. . No Man's Land. they calied He was sobbing. Crying like n| baby — her soldier back from the wars, . “oh, dear . . . He had lain there It scemed. Days—nights—nobody knew. Ones he found a little pool. crawling to it through the slime. And when he| put his lips to- it, and drank, it was| sweet and sticky. Blood. He'd wiped it off with his sleeve. It was all over his face. By and by he dug a hole—with | Lis hands. To bury some poor fel- low's head. It lay there, you see, staring up at the moon. Awful.| The teeth showed. | There was a chap he knew. Al he could sce was his hand. Stick- ing out of some awful muck heap. Recognized the ring. A big, black stone. The chap's mother had given it to him on his twenty-first birth- day. He told John so. Someone tn John — my dear. My| {to me ahout Harvard, damn slime. I'll give you a pull. A mighty wrench. A-h-h, there— that's better. He chafed the frozen whist, and hunched forward, on his elbows, to see his friend's face. “Jt wasn't Jim, 8ybil. Only his arm. It came off, you see—in ny hand . . . like that" “JOHN! Don't dear.” “Yes—yes—I've never talked be- fore. It's like a dam that's broken. Thoughts flowing free again. It helps, Sybil."” So she let him deliver himself of his misery. Vaguely. Incoherently. At last they tound him. Took him to a hospital. Base Hospital No. At Buzzoillex, His leg was broken, and his left arm. “See—how crooked it is. set better. SBhrapnel scars on my body. Ribs caved in. Pretty much of a bust. And 1 couldn't tell them a thing, Sybil. Not my name, or my outfit. Nothing at all. My mind was an absolute blank. Everything that happened before the explosion might just as well have NEVER happened, 8o far as I was con- cerned.” When squads blew up, men were put down as missing. presumably dead. The presumption was safe enough. And that was how John Lawrence came to be listed first as “missing” — and, finally, “killed in actio He had escaped in delirious flight from Base Hospital No. 18 his pajamas ons night. If they had known his name, they would have dropped him after 10 days, as & deserter. But, because he was name- tess, he waa spared that ignominy. And, when they came upon him in Bordeaux they sent him back again, There were months of it. He did not know how many. Finally the Armistice was declared. 3ut 1 was off my nut. 1 didn't “And you didn't ever think me?" she whispered. “No, dear. You see. . 1 could make you understand. 1t was as if my past was all behina a great wall. If 1 could pierce the wall, T knew I'd find the life I'd left behind. 1 simply couldn’t get to it. It was like a physical strug- gle, trying. “It was as if T had died and gone. . . . Oh, say I'd gone to Mars. And after death, T knew T'd lived on a different planet. But it was dreadfully far away. There was o The leg ot . I wish one on Mars who could help me go | back, and no one on earth to come to get me. Do you see, dear? Can 1 make you feel the thing at all? T was like standing on a brink, with darkness behind me, Trying to remember was like trying to see with eves bandaged. There was nov one glimmer of iight to help. “I tried to reconstruct a life sucn as other fellows had. I studied faces—photogriphs even, Searching for features — eyes —smiles—any- thing that would help me remem- ber. Middle-aged faces, like fathers and mothers. 1 tried to ro- construct my childhood. “Then T began to wonder if there had been a girl. A sweetheart. read love stories, seeking to reker any romantic episode that had cor- ored my life. T closed my eyes— and thought of kisses—soft arms, a beautiful face, a lovely hody. And T made myself ache with longing— but that was all 1t brought back nothing. “Finally they sent the States. Walter Reed Hospital in Washington. There was a con- gresswoman frem Massnchusotts | there—Mrs. Foster. ‘Angel’ the fer. lows called her. “She took an interest in me— the Fame sort f interest she took in every poor devil. She had a no- tion T was from Roston. She talked but it didn’t mean a thing. 1 knew a little Ger- man and some Spanish. 1'd read n good deal. and discovered T could translate Greek. But T don’t know yet where T lcarned those things. “You're all 1 remember, dear. Nothing else but you. And until 1 me home—to talk to. Oh. God, don't let him be dcad. . . . He reached for the hand. | Tonched it—icy cold. | “Come on, old man—out of that | e es AWFUL UCE & \was o GiT E \ WAS saw vou, when T epened that door. |you suffer with sick headache, or| they no longer are a source of ir- ritation, thus often der disorders. T you hadn’t crossed my mind in ”'\ et Sybil bit her lin on a dcspairing | To G'T ~ HUNDERD IN ARITHMETIC NERT ™MONTH little moaun. Do you rem mber now, John?" “No—but I will. It's coming back. I can feel it. It's like seeing figures in u 10g. 1 found you first. I'll find the rest iate: He drew her to him. “Do you love me, 8ybil? everything (TO BE CONTINUED) Detectives Start Into “Front Line Trenches” Chicago, Oct. :1 (UP)—John Stece, deputy commissioner of detec- tives, sent six carefully selected squads into the south sid: beer belt today on the strength of reports of widespread “m- ling in" by rival beer runners. *“We are moving into the front line trenches,” Stege said, “and we are going to stay. “Muscling in" is gangland's term for the process of which competitive CHRISTMAS GREETING year our stock elluws even & wider se- lection of novel designe and terms of an be placed mow Adkins, 66 Churce ANNOUNCEMENTS 5t. Telephone 3181-3. Tant_and Found LOST—8X marker 3713. Please retrun to 1141 Stanley Patterson Chevrolet, I Btreet, Perunaly suud wishes. Orde for delivery later. Btreet, (YL VOUR suit, dvees o overcoat for 3. Buperior Cleaning aud Dyeing 5 Frunklin Square. “made to_order by experienced bl dicwsmuker Mre. Siegfried Ek. 66 Jul leo Bt beer syndicates invade each other's territory and force sales of their product on saloon keepers. EADQUARTERS for 14 and 1 ding il Watch repairing. & o Main Lotz, chiropractor, _Strand Building. Telephone 5t 8 CARDE—This K. wed- Himber g | & 10 R, Rflll‘: i HEALTH FIRST. all eise followa E. Theater ROOM VALUABLE THAN MONEY Account of fire we lack space for our new cars. EVERY USED CAR MUST GO SACRIFICE PRICES Four Hudsons Three Packards Two Studebakers Two Buicks Three Nashs TWENTY OTHERS— Some Slightly Damaged VERY LOW PRICED DRUGS EXCITE THE KIDNEYS, DRINK WATER Take Salts at Firsi Sign of Bladder Irritation or Backache, The American men and women must guard constantly aguinst Kid- ney trouble because \e often eat| too much rich food. Our biood is| tilled with acids which the Kidneys strive to filter out: they weaken | from overwork, become the eliminative tissues clog und the | vesult is kidney trouble, bladder | weakness and a general decline in| health, When your kidneys fecl like lumps of lead; your back hurts or the urine is cloudy, full of sediment, or you are obliged to seek relief two or three times during the night; if | dizzy, nervous spells, acid stomach, | or if you have rheumatism when the weather is bad, begin drinking lots of good soft water and get from your pharmacist about four ounces of Jad Salts. Take a table- spoonful in a glass of water before | breakfast for a few days and your| kidneys may then act fine, This famous salts is made from the acid of grapes and lemon juice, | combined with lithia, and has been | used for years to help flush and stimulate clogged kidneys, to neu- tralize the acids in the system so | relieving blad- | | Jad Salts is inexpensive; cannot | injure, makes a delightful cfferves- cent lithia-water drink and belongs in every home, because nobody can make a mistake by having a good kidney flushing any time. THE HERALD CLASSIFIED ADS Alphabetically Arranged for Quick fmd Ready Reference LINE RATER for CONSECUTIVE INSERTIONS Yearly Order Rates Upon Application Charge Prepaid 1 10 Count 6 words to a line. 14 lines to an fnch. Minimum space 3 lines. Minimum Book charge, 38 cents. 9:30 Closing time 1 a. m. Baturda; Telephone 925. rate, The Herald will not be responsible for errors after the first insertion. :30 p. m. daily, Ask for six time THAL WULD W ) AWFUL NICE \F 1 WAS TO 6T NAPTHA and benzine Lo psurPRISE ™ME/ ) CADIES and_gentlemen, now Ia the time to have your fall and winter hats re- | The newed by our special process. Modern' Hat Shop, 38 Church 8t AROUN! pictures or diplumas that Let us do it no ed. Arcade Studi Hall's Prices are rigl St T one 2 ORSETS, surgical and dresa tings in_your home. Mrs. A. ¥ penter, 34 Rockwell Ave. Tel USED CARS Removal Sale BUICK USED CARS We won’t describe our Used Cars — Seeing them will convince you much more quickly of their value. Buicks 1928 SEDAN 1927 SEDAN 1927 Four Pass. COUPE 1926 SPORT ROADSTER 1926 Master SEDAN 1926 Standard SEDAN 1925 Two Pass. COUPE 1925 COACH 1924 TOURING Other Makes 1926 HUDSON Coach 1924 JORDAN Touring 1924 NASH Sedan CAPITOL BUICK CO. 193 ARCH STREET SEE THESE Ask For a Ride Terms and Trades 1924 Chevrolet Lan. Sedan 1924 Chevrolet Sedan 1925 Ford Coach C. H. HALL, Inc. 18 Main St. Tel. 982 Open Evenings and Sunday ee AWFIL d you'll find that you need before they for_cleaning Faint, Btore, 179 06-2. Terms and Trades The Honeyman Auto Sales 139 ARCH STREET 200 EAST MAIN STREET Open Evenings Closing Out All Our USED CARS Many Sold Last Week _All Must Go This Week Down Chevrolet Landau ..., $150 (New Duco) Chevrolet Coach . $150 (New Duco) Dodge Coupe vees $160 v 8120 (New Duco) Chevrolet Coupe . Ford Coach .... Essex Coach Chandler Touring Chevrolet Touring Ford Coach ...... Overland Sedan ... Cadillac Roadster . .. Oakland Roadster .. Trucks Chevrolets, heavy duty trucks. Body to suit yowr needs. Many Other Makes and Models Patterson-Chevrolet Incorporated 1141 Stanley St. Tel. 211 Open Evenings HERE IS SELECTION! AT LOW PRICES Do Not Fail to See Them 1928 1927 1927 1926 1926 1926 1925 1924 1924 1923 ESSEX Coach NASH 6 Sedan S8TAR Coupe BTAR Coupe CHRYTLER “5 CHRYSBLER *6 NABH Coach HUDSBON Coach STUDEBAKER Sedgn Li. 6 STUDEBAKER Touring TERMS and TRADES J. B. MORAN MOTOR SALES 31314 Church Street Open Evenings Coach Coupe AN -MOM~ WOULDNT T NICE \F 0L WAS TO GWE ME SOME BREAD AW AM NOW * THEN osoSURPRY SE