New Britain Herald Newspaper, June 26, 1929, Page 11

NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 26, 1929. RIVALQVIVES © K9 &4 N THIS HAS HAPPENED Nan Carroll is private secretary to Attorney Johm Curtis Morgan, whose wife, Iris Morgan, a haughty though stunningly besutiful waman treats Nan like a servant. Willis Todd, in love with Nan, proposes marriage to her for the fitth time. She tells him she cannot give up hor hepes of becoming lawyer and abe knows je will not have & wife who wants a career. ‘When Willis says Morgan is selfish- ly overworking Nan, she angrily, flics to the defense of her em- ployer. Willis is stung to the quick ana @accuses her of being in love with Morgan. Nan, - startled by the ac- cusation, blanohes and tries teo deny it, but ghe cannot say the woids. After Willis stumbles away, Nan struggles for seif-cen. trol, but' a sudden glimpse of a enapshot of Morgan shatters her seif-control and she admits she loves him—she, Nan Carroll, who has always prided herself on be- ing straight honorable, square as a man, is in love with another woman's husband. The thought 1s intolerable and she decides sho must resign tomorrow. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER 1V Nan Carroll rose the next morn. ing so weighted with trouble and the fatigue of an almost sleepless night that sho wus astonished to find that her bathroom acales. upon which she stepped from force of habit as soop as she had dried her body after a cold shower, reg- istered 107 pounds. “Lost a pound,” she reflected with melancholy pleasure. “And since I forgot to set out the cream bottle after all. and haven't & trace of appetite anyway, I'll probably lowe another pound by tomorrow morning. It seems—" and she made & bravely humorous face at hersel? in the bathroom mirrer—*that un- nquned love has {ts compensa- tion She breakfasted on two thin tri- angles of toast. made on the ciec- tric toaster which Willis had given her when she had taken the small apartment a year before, and sipped ecalding-hot black coffee with faint regret for the missing cream. For the first time since she had been ita mistress she tidied up the minta- ture kitchenette without congratu. lating herself that it was hers. “Looks like rain,” she discovered, parting the gold silk marquisette curtains- that shrouded her big dou- ble tront window. “I must say it nice of the weather to be sympa- thetic. Black lizard-skin pumps— doean’t hurt them to get wet; gun- metal stockinga—If there's a runner in them T'll sit right down and howl; my dark blue crepe de chine ——wish I had a black to sult my mood.” she told hersett with bitter humor as she laid out her clothes. When she wus corapletely dressed she surveyed hLer reflection with wry dissatisfiction. Disgustedly she jerked on her rainy-day coat, enatched her umbrella from the closet and hurried away toward the hardest task she had ever set herselt in her life. As she swayed by a strap In the trolley car, her eyes fixed unsee- ingly upon the morning paper she Rheld in her right hand, sne re- hearsed her speech of resignation: “Oh, Mr. Morgan, can you spare & minute? I'm awfully sorry, but T've decided to leave. Yes, sir, Sat. urday week, if you can get somcone to take my place by then. Of course Tll be glad to help train a new girn—" . But that John Curtis let her was silly, she knew. Morgan would never reach that point uninter- rupted. As she listened, in imag- ination, to his amazed protests. color glowed richly in her cheeks. ‘Then shame jerked her up short. 10 hear him beg you to stay! You'll “I do believe, Nan Carroll, you're looking forward to resigning just write him a nice, formal note, you will, and you'll tell him a whopping big lie about having accepted a better position more money greater opportunity, larger city. Make it acry formal and final, so he won't have the nerve to ask you to stay.” “Oh, but I can't slap him in the face like that!” Nan's heart pro- tocted. “We've been such good friends. I'd destroy some of his beautiful faith in human nature ir I repaid all his kindness and friend- #hip like that! “There’s no other way," ®ommon sense scolded her heart. “You can’t say: ‘Please Mr. Mor- @n, I'm very sorry, but I've just discovered that I'm in love wita you, and since you're married I'd better leave today.’ Of course,” che mused, as the car clanged down Main street, “I could tell him a temporary lie—tell him I'm leaving to be married to Willis Todd, then tell Willis that I love him, not John Curtis Morgan, and be safety married to Willis within a week—" her “Daydreaming, Miss Carroll 7™ business man who had offices her building touched her “Here's our corner.” Five minutes later she was fitling her key into the lock of the doo- labeled “Suite 709. John Curtis Morgan, Attorney-at-Law.” Her key, her office, her “boss"— and #oon to be hers no longer. 8he conld scarcely sce the familiar room for tears as she sprung the lock and closed the door gently. The floor beneath the letter drop in tne door was littered with carly mail and she stooped to pick it up. Ten minutes of ninc. Evans, the ®lerk. and young Blake, the awyer on salary. had ner arrived, of course, but for once she was not contemptuous. They did not love the place as she did. Why shoula they? Morgan was only an em- ployer to them, a source of incom- but aiso of hard work. Suddenly Nan énvied those two absent men with all her heart. They could stay on and on. see him every day, serve him. share humbly in his triumphs, while she who loved him— “1 won't A in arm, ery!” she told herself fiercely; as she slit envelopes and extracted their contents — bills, court netices, crackling legal docu- mnents, letters, advertising SERVICE INC, “Haven't time to read a single le you can, and let the rest ride. Not T suppose?” lars. “I've simply got to remembe.r that I'm darned lucky to have had two years with him before I real. ized I was making a fool of myself. And that I'm still more lu he's the kind of man he 1s, of a rotter who would be tickled to death to make love to his secretary behind his wife's back. “I must say 1 have good taste in love,” & congratulated with the bitter humor that been horn in her heart the night be- fore. “Even if T told him 1 was in love with him Y could stay rgne on and he'd never take the slightest advantage of my love. Y coul@n'r love him so much if T wasn't sure of that. . Oh-h-h-h! What in the | world—?" Jerked out of self-pily and ints temporary forgetfulnes: Nan stared increduldusly at the eingle- sheet letter she had just drawn from a plain cheap envelope. Her eyes, which had glanced mechant. cally down the sheet, went back to the beginning of the message: “3. ©. Morgan, Iisq.” it~ began oddly, in small, neatl ters, calculated to warfie a hane writing expert. “If you value your peace of mind you'd better lay oft certain witness you subpocnacd last night in the Grace Cox case. Stick to Grace's friends and Iet her enemies alone, or you may stir up a nest of hornets that will sting YOU for your pains.” The bald threat was signed fron. ically, ‘A Friead.” but the real £ig- nificance of the niessage lay in the postscript: “P. 8.—Do you know where and with whom your wife was on the night of 8eptember 11? There are ways of getting this highly inter>sting information into the court rccord—if necessary.” Nan's first emotion when she had reread the Liackmailing letter was furious anger agsinst its writer. How did anyone dare to try so contemptibly to influence John Curtis Morgan to “tarow” a trial? Didn’t the fool writer have sense enough to know that Morgan would use this letter as an additional weapon in his fight for Grace Cox's vindication? Imagine trying to blackmail John Curtis Morgan, the most fearless, the most upright man in the world! It was casy to picture his righteous wrath— But in picturing John Curtls Morgan as he would look when he read the vile thing. Nan saw him reading that postscript, that nasty insinuation which was even now crawling about in her own mind. never-to-be-forgotten. Of course Morgan would enap his fingers at the insinuation, attribute it con- temptuously to a villainous fool's obvious effort to frighten him. But —he would have read it, and he would not forget it. The words would rankle deep in his mind. It would hurt him more than he would ever admit that an anony- mous writer had dared sully his wife's name. No, no! She picked up the let- ter, folded it with the tips of her fingers as if she were afraid of be- ing poisoned; thrust it hastily into her handbag. He should noe see it, the vowed, her mouth and grim. For two years she had served him in big and little ways, sparing Just because loved him, serving him? But a sudden thought made her had quiver on the p of her bag: was she truly serving him in keeping this anonymous threat from reaching him? What if therc was an ugly truth Dbchind the sinister threat in that postscript? 8eptember 11 — September 11—Nay: knit her brows, then swiftly she now knew sh- why should she stop daily calendar. Yes! On September 11 Morgan had been out of town—Chicago® 8he remembered now, remembered how surprised she had been that Iris Morgan had not accompanied her husband as she invariably Gr1 when he went to the larger city on business. Morgan had been su-- prided, too — and hurt. Nan had heard him pleading with her over the telephone, offering gifts, dinne: | parties, shows— v:ircu-l Fear—for him—closed icily about herselr | had | here until T was old and gray | printed let- | eyes | him every possible unpleasanitness. | turned back the loose leaves of her | tter, Nan. You handle all of it if hing of life and death importance, Nan's heart. What if the writer meant this warning in all serious- ness” Did she bave any right to withhold it from him, let him go unwarned to the courthouse that morning? But—and she felt dizzy with conflicting reasoninz—if she showed it to him, as she was ducy- bound to do, he would scorn to profit by the warning, might, in fact, precipitaie a terrible crisis by introducing the anonymous threat into the evidence. And even if he believed or feared that the writer had “something on” his wife—as he certainly would not believe!—he would proceed with the Grace Cox case exactly as he {had planned. She knew him well {enough to he sure of that. So—why {1et him sce the contemptible thing? ISpare him, shicld him— iven if it was true T wouldn't want him to know it, not even if it meant- D But she checlied her thoughts with horror of herself. “I love him well enough to hope there is not an atom of truth behind that terri- ble letter,” her heart cried. “But —if he goes hiiadly on at the trial today, will the blackmailer make |300d his threat? ‘There are ways |of getting this highly | information into the court recora — if necessary'—oh, 1 don't know what to do! | Her fingers were upon the clasp |of her handbag when the door |opened and John Curtis Morgan hurried into the room, smiling with confident cheerfulness. “Hello, junior partner!” grected her affectionately. to be a great day toda that Fleming woman just as was skipping town last night. it's in the paper— that memorandnm on McTeague? T couldn’t find it in my briefcase last night—" she But CHAPTER Nan took his brief case from John Curtis Morgan, rifled through a she had known she would—the Mc- Tcague deposition. How helpless he was, how dependent upon her! And how happy she was to serve him. Would his next seerctary be eager to wait upon him? He loathed detail, wanted to have kis mind fres for concentration upon the bigger aspects of the legal problems which he was called upon to handle. And yet incompetence in those who were responsible for |detail made him nervous and im- | patient, even {ll. Tt took a lot of understanding and patience and in- telligence to work for John Curtis Morgan. “If his next secretary serves him as faithfully as T have done, it wili |be because she loves him.” Nan decided, and hot jcalousy of her prospective successor flooded her already tortured heart. an followed him vate office. the anonymous letter tucked into the blouse. the other mail, or such o t as rcquired his personal atten- tion, in her hands. He lifted a warding hand, hes black eyes pleading with her hu- morously fer induigence. “Haven't time to recad a <ingle letter, Nan. You handle all of it if you can, and let the rest ride. Nothing of life- and-death importance, T suppose?" Nan decided irrevocably then. The anonymous letter should stay in her pocket. She had her orders into hix pri- and-death importance. Anything special you want me to do today?” “Nothing special.” Morgan an- iswered absent-mindedly. his eyes on the memoranda in his hana. “Oh, yes! When the complete transcript of ihis Grace Cox case comes from the court stenographer this morntrg, I'd like to have you read through it carefully. T can de- pend upon you to s.e light where apparently all is dark. 'm pretty sure of making Brainerd look like a fool before the day is aver. but I'm not taking any chances. That's a slippery crowd. T'll phone during the morning 1f 1 have an oppor- tunity, and will come back here when court recesses for lunch.* “I'll order a nice lunch sent up from the Bellaire Grill, and you can cat it while you go over your interesting | sheaf of memoranda and found—as | as | alert and intelligent as hersclf, as| pocket of her —*“No, Mr. Morgan, nothinz of life- | notes,” Nan planned cheerfully. Of course she had had no oppor- tunity to resign, she scolded hes conacience, when Morgan had de- parted for court. “Besides,” she re- minded herself, “I've decided to write him a note of resignation. but I'm certainly not going to bother him with it until this case is settled. It ought to go to the jury by Friday night, and Satur. day morning will be time enough. Maybe if he finds out 1 hela out this anonymous letter he'll fire me and save me the trouble of resign- ing." She tried to forget the blackmail- ing letter, with its unspeakable in- her mind tugged and worried at the thing, while her neart fotiowe John Curtis Morgan to the court- house, Evans, the middle-aged, sour- mouthed clerk, arrived just as Mor- gan was leaving, and Blake, the young lawyer on salary, raced in and out again in time to catch his chief at the elevator. It only she could go with him, could be there to ward off evil— I she, not that silly Blake, sat at his elbow, she could sense & trap before it was sprung, warn him, save him the ghastly humiliation which, if the anonymous letter- writer was to be believed, awaited him at the courthouse tocay. He had told her often enough that he counted on her intuition— A messenger boy with the court stenographer’s transcript or tne case interrupted Nan's miling thoughts. She &cized upon the bulky manuscript, fiercely deter- mined 1o winnaw the prosecutor’s evidence so thoroughly that no cme to the real truth, however infinites- imal, might escape her. The clue, when she did find it. almost escapsd her, it was so tiny: just a name, an odd name, and for |eome obscure reason, familiar Nan. The name occurred in the testimony of a chambermaid of the Riverside Country Club: Q. (District Attorney): How long bermaid in the Riverside Country Club? A. Since September 5. Annie Crayfish recommended me for the job when she was leaving, sir—" K. (District Attorney): Please confine vourself to answering quea- tions. Now, Bertha, what were your hours on duty? Nan knitted her brows. Crayfish! why was the name so familiar? She herself had written that name had laughed at it—Oh! Or course! The head cleaning woman of that cery office building was named fish! Nan had learned her name at Christmas time last year, had written 1t on the envelope con- taining Morgan's Christmas gift of money for the woman. Undoubt- edly Annie Crayfish, former cham. bermaid of the Country Club, was related to oli Mrs. Crayfish of the Sanderson Building. Impulsively, her brown eyes shining, Nan called the superin- tendent of the building upon |telphone. “This is Miss Carroll, |of John Curtis Morgan's office, Mr. Bennett. 1 very much want to see Mrs. Crayfish, head of the cleaning staff. Is she on duty now “Not until four o'clock. The old dames work until 10, you know,” Sennett answered. “Could you give me her address, please, Mr. Bennett? It's terribiy important, really, or 1 shouldn't | bother you.” Nan pleaded in her sweetest voice. Fige left o clerk in was on minutes later, Nan, catful and bew:dered charge of tne front oftfec. her way to the address which Dennett had supplied. Mrs. Crayfish had no telephone; thers was no time to be wasted on rel>- grams or messcnger boys. She was playing a long huach, at the visk of incurring Morgan's displeasure for | having descrted the office, but her eyes were still shining with excite. ment when she knocked upon the door of a small frame house on the outskirts of the city. “I want to see Mrs. Crayfish please,” Nan told the prump, nomery ,\\oluall who answered her knock. | “Mama ain’'t home. any hing for you, Miss? I'm Annie fish—"" “Annie Crayfish?* Nan alu0st sang the unmusical syllahle. “Then you're the very person T want to sce. You used 1o wors at the Riv- erside Country Club as a chamber- maid, didn’t you, Annic? Will vou tell me why you left your job?" Fes, M 1 been out to Ari- zona, staying with my sister who was sick with T. B. 8he—she died having | MRS. ADELAIDE SCHUPBACK Mrs. Adelaide Schupback South Leonard street, Waterbury, Conn., is another of the thousands who daily come forth with words of praise for Bon-Tene — the purely herbal tonic that is doing so much good for thousands of men and women. Disorders of the stomach, kidneys, liver and bowels are great- ly relieved by this medicine, and if . sinuation against Iris Morgan, but | | handed, to | have you been employed as & cham-, the | Could 1 do/ of 457 last week, and I buried her out there and come home. 1 just got home today. Me and Mama aure feeling awful bad about Muage. Miss, so 1 hope there ain't going to be no trouble—" 'm awfully sorry about Maage.” Nan said softly. “But it was aw- fully nice you had saved up enough money o go 'way out there and stay with her until the end.” “I didn’t have enough saved up,” Annie Crayfish confessed. “I never coulda gone if Mrs. Fleming nadn't sent me. It was funny. too.” she added in a burst of confidence. “I didn't know #he was &o Kind- hearted. And 1 didn't think sne liked me very much. One time she scolded me something fierce—" “What for. Annie?” Nan scarcely | dared to breathe. “Why nothing a-tall.” Annie bri- dled. “T went in to clean her roow. —you know. lotsa the membhers | keep reoms out there and stay ing at her desk. and 1 said, ‘T nev er noticed hefore you was left- week-ends—and I seen her a-wwnt- Mrs. Fleming,’ and . thought she'd take my head off. And—funny thing'>—she wasn't left- handed, Miss! 1 took pains to no- tice after that “Of course,” Nan #aid casually. to keep from frightening her wit- ness, “you never happened to no- tice what it was that Mrs. Fleming was writing with her left hand that day, did you? Just as a mat- ter of curiesity such as anyone would have felt?” she suggested subtly. “Well, ves, Miss, T did,” Annie Crayfish flushed. “It hurt my feel- ings the way she carried on Just | because 1 made an innocent re- mark like that and so when she was called to the door to sign for a tele- gram 1 stooped real quick ana slipped the book off the letter she'd been writing with her left hand— she'd covered 1t up soon as 1 came in—and it was the funniest writ- ing—almost lying on its hack. and square, like a Kkid's just learning to write—" Nan gasped involuntarily. Hand- | writing experts, learnedly analyzing the queer script in which the now famous blackmailing letters were indited, had not been half so vivid as Annie Crayfish! “Did Mrs. Fleming see you look- ing at the letter?” Nan asked, dizzy with joy. Annie confessed “And she slapped my face. But the next minute she was apologizing and trying to make-up to me for her hot temper, as she called it. She seemed so awful sorry that 1 |couldn’t stay mad, and when she offered to send me out to Arizona to stay with Madge—I'd told her all about Madge, long hefore that— why, T was just tickled to death, of course. 1 couldn't let false pride stand in the way of going to my sister, could 1, Miss Of course not,” Nan agreed heartily. isten, Annie, do you think Grace Cox is guilty?" A puzzled look spread over the chambermaid’s pleasant race. “Guilty—of what, Miss? Miss Cox that's the switchboard operator of the club? An awful nice girl, not a bit stuck-up—" “Haven't you been reading the papers, Annic?” Nan marvelled “Grace Cox i8 accused of having Dlackmailed several wealthy mem- | bers of the Country Club, including | Mrs. Fleming herself. And the let- ters were in Ythe funny handwriting you've just described to me, Annfe: They're trying to send Grace Cox |to the penitentiary for writing | those letters, Annie!” she empha- | sized slowly. “But—I don't understand,” Annie | Craytish protested dazedly. “I ain't |seen any papers from here or |hardly anywhere else since \ left {home, I'm not much hand for read- ing and Madge— But T seen Mrs. Fleming writing one of them let- ters, on the woman's slow intellect. “Don't you understand, Annie?" Nan exulted. “Mrs. Fleming bribed you to leave the state, 8o you could | never testify against her! She's a \Eisleben, Miss'" The full truth dawned! COMILLAS FAMOUS WHEN FLIERS LAND “Yellow Bird” Turns Spotlight on Quiet Smsh Hamiet Washington, D, June “The Yellow Bird added the village of Comillas to Ver-Sur-Mer, Lianelly. out-of- the way places brought into the spotlight of world news by land- ing of transatlantic airplanes from America,” says a bulletin from the Washingten, D. €. headquar of the National Geographic Societ “Santander shares fame with Co- millas, for it was to that important costal town of northern Spain that the fly after their landing, and it was from Santander that the telegraphic news of the completion of the transoccan flight sped out to the world. Port of Fishing Smacks “Comillas lies about 30 miles w of Santander along a rugged coast washed by the waters of the Bay of Biscay. It is a village of only 2,700 inhabitants, and its tiny port can accommodate only the fishing smacks and small -carrying boats that ply the local wate Al along this northern coast of Spain are mountains and rugged hills, many of which project into the sea, forming little hill-girt h; and coves. Some of the small hays have been almost filled with sand. Tt was on such a sand-filled little bhay near Comillas—Oyambre Teach— that the Yellow Bird came to “By a coincidence, the flye landing in the vicinity of Santander, terminated their flight n r a city which has alreadv sorved the goal of a transatlantic contest in speed and ravigatien. Tn international yacht races which started in New York came to an end in Santander harhor. This year antander will he the te milar races starting at ingland. Visitors Mostly Spaniards “Santander’s port opens off Bay of Biscay 90 miles west of the better known resort, San S~h: and 120 miles wert of Biarritz. Al- though Spaniards throng to its beaches 1o escape Madrid's summer heat. Santander is little known abroad. “The town is progressive, modern, prosperous, and therefore is sought out by tourists in search of ancient landmarks. However he- tween sun-scorched, crumbling cathedral and a sun-warmed sandy beach, the Snaniards prefer wicked woman, Annie, and they may send Grace Cox to prison for a crime Mrs, Fleming committed if you don’t come with me righ now and tell the court exactly wha' vou've told me! Will you, Annte” T know you didn’t mean to com- mit & crime yourself in accepting poor little Grace Cox to suffer for a crime she didn't do. Come. Annie! Hurry!" (TO BE CONTINUED) READ HERALD CLASSIFIED ADS FOR BEST RESULTS “Stomach Was All Upset and Suffered Terribly With Gas,’ | Says Connecticut Lady Mrsa. 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