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A TALE OF SCOTLAND YARD 6y ft. WELDlNG ||[|||||jiSalßm
READ THIS nttST:
Talking to her sitter Etta, Alysia
Na plot is resentDU over the ap
proaching marriage at their cousin
John Tail ana Lucy Burnham, a
widow, because the sisters will have
to leave Tart's home where they
have been living. They relate the
neics to Regale Oiaridge, Alysia’s
fiance. At Alania's suggestion Reg
gie agrees to go to Vichy where
their wealthy Aunt Norah is step
ping with her stepson, Tait, and his
fiancee. Reooie is to try to win
Lucy’s attentions away from John
ana prevent the marriage. Lady
Tait, who is “Aunt Norah " to the
Naylor sisters and their brother,
Claud, is seated in the hotel lobby
at Vichy.
(NOW GO ON WITH THE 3TORVJ
CHAPTER 4
FIDDLESTICKS, thought Lady
Tait. ruefully aware that her acci
dent had at least saved her from
the necessity of having three weeks
or that sort of thing. As it was. she
had agreed to try them for a week,
coming back next year for the regu
lar cure should she find herself
benefited. Her maid, Rainer, came
for her now. It was time for the
first of the week’s baths. Rainer
wanted to go with her mistress, but
Lady Tait did not want her. She
liked exploring by herself. Lucy
Burnham, too. would be at the
Etablissement des Bains, and they
would come home together.
A minute later apd the hotel car
put her down at what looked like a
Moorish palace of white stucco, a big
building just behind the Parc. Lady
Tait stepped into a vast, vaulted hall,
made her way to a business-like
looking desk, showed the doctor’s
ordonnance. and was given a ticket.
She was directed down a passage
which started with Eastern mag
nificence. but increased in simplicity
with every step, until finally she
Was asked to wait In a ladies’ wait
ing-room, which was a very credit
able copy of the same room in an
English country station. Here she
was kept only a second, for two
cheerful, smil.ng women pounced on
her. declared themselves ( aa Doctor
Precheur’s balgneuses, and took her
Inte a tiny hall opposite. Here three
wooden cubicles met her eye with a
tort of sun blind across each door
way.
Lady Tait. as she undressed, won
dered how stout women fared. Even
for her the box was a tight fit. The
next compartment was empty, the
third apparently occupied.
"A lady, who comes frequently,
had this, but we asked her to let
madame have it, as madame is still
a little lame from her accident," the
woman had said on showing Lady
Tait In. A very dashing garter on
the floor suggested that the late oc
cupant was young.
Lady Tait was undressing in her
rather slow, methodical way, when
she heard the door of the waiting
room open, and a swift step on the
tiles. To her surprise, a second later,
a hand, fat, pudgy, thrust some
thing through the side of the sun
blind into her cubicle without a
word. It dropped on the floor on
one of her shoes, a plain, closed
envelope. Lady Tait supposed it to
be some toilet advertisement, or for
tune teller's address. She slit it with
wn incurious finger preparatory to
tearing It In half.
Inside, on a ha’f sheet of paper,
was written Reginald Claridge. Then
came the following: "Lives by his
wits. Penniless. Small salary with
Decor, Ltd. No money. No family.
But knows some good people.” That
was all. Lady Tait turned the paper
over. Nothing was written on the
other siae. v The message, whatever
its meaning, was all • that the
envelope contained. It struck her as
extraordinary, this singularly brief
and unflattering resume of Mr.
Claridge, written In English, and
dropped Into her cubicle here on the
first visit that she had ever made to
the baths. She read It again. Sure
ly it was not Mm* new form at ad
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STEVENSON SIIS
MONDAY and TUESDAY
< A SPENCER
WArl 9 TRACY
CASTLE” l ?susg a
Added: Walter Donaldson Novelty
NOTRE DAME GLEE CLUB—PATHE NEWS
Admission 10-36 c *
WEDNESDAY and THURSDAY
RUTH CHATTERTON—IN
“JOURNAL OF A CRIME”
ON THE STAGE
THURSDAY—ONE DAY ONLY
HARRY CLARK’S REVUE
FEATURING
ART GLEASON AND HIS MANHATTAN
SERENADERS
BEAUTIFUL GIRLS GORGEOUSLY GOWNED AS
' “MANIKINS ON PARADE”
MIDNIGHT SHOW THURSDAY
NIGHT AT 11:30
ENTIRE CHANGE OF PROGRAM
Admission 36c To All
Coming: Friday—“HAVANA WIDOWS”—
with Joan BlondeFl and Glenda Farrell
v
Advertise In The Dispatch
“I wu afraid they would be bitter about his marriage.*"
vertlsing, too subtle for her to
grasp?
She heard a voice speaking close
beside her in French, a very trim
shadow crossed her door blind. As
she stepped out in her loofah shoes,
and thick toweling wrap, the baig
neuse. pocketing a departing tip,
murmured to her "La jeune
anglaise" who let madame have her
cabin.
"Could this haive been meant for
you?” Lady Tait called, as she heid
out the envelope wit i its odd en
closures. She had quite forgotten
that there was another occupant of
the little boxes. "It was dropped
into this cubicle just now. It’s cer
tainly not for me, as I saw when I
opened It."
She found herself looking into a
very striking young face, but, to
her, a very repellent one. Low
browed, loose-lipped, hair rakishly
parted on the side, gray-y*ellow eyes
that were hard, and bold, and calcu
lating.
“And It certainly isn’t meant for
me!" the stranger said, with almost
rude negligence, as she skimmed
over the words. “More likely for a
detective, I fancy. I’ll give it in at
the lost property office as I pass,
since you say it Isn’t for you.” The
eyes rested impudently on the elder
woman before she went on. Lady
Tait felt that every white hair, every
wrinkle, was noticed and scorned.
That impression soon passed, but the
incident itself stuck in her mind
while one attendant played a hot
water spray from across the large
room up and down her spine, and
the second rubbed her with Eau de
Cologne.
She went on into the waiting
room and related the little happen
ing to Mrs. Burnham who, her own
carbonic acid bath over, looked fresh
and charming as usual in her shady
hat and frock of colored embroidery.
Lucy Burnham was a very pretty,
sweet-faced woman with a gentle,
timid glance and manner that sug
gested that life had not allowed her
much independence as yet. Her un
powdered skin had no need to fear
the light. Her curly hair still kept
the gleams of a child In it. Figure,
hands and feet were exquisite, and
she was the kind who looks her best
of a morning.
She burst out laughing at the ac
count of the note, and refused at first
to take It as true. But she was all
eagerness to talk about a letter that
John had handed to her from his
cousin, Alysia Naylor.
"Ah, yes. Alysia." Lady Tait’s
tone did not suggest great affection.
"A note of congratulation, of course.”
"Such a charming letter.” Lady
(Copyright, 1934 J
HENDERSON, "(N. CJ DAILY DISPATCH, SATURDAY, APRIL 7, 1984
Burnham handed the sheet to her
companion, who glanced it over.
“She’s very popular, so is Etta,”
their aunt said, handing back the
letter. “Etta was my favorite until
just lately. She’s adopted a most
trying pose of saintliness which ia
too much for unregenerate me.”
“But I should have thought! ”
Lucy Burnham opened her eyes very
wide.
“Oh, real saintliness Is on* thing.
Every one admires that. But I can t
stand goody-goodiness, which is
quite another matter. 1 couldn't
have Alysia here without her sister,
and Etta would have paced my bed
room floor murmuring texts or sweet
resigned words of consolation to me.
1 should have gone mad.”
Lucy laughed again. “It’s a
charming letter,” she repeated, put
ting it away in her bag. ‘‘The two
have kept house for John for years,
haven’t they?”
“Around five, I think. But as to
keeping house —I left my own old
housekeeper when my husband died,
and John took over the house. I
don’t care for Chelsea. Never did.
But the two girls have played hostess
for John. Claud has a couple of
rooms there too. He’s moving into
the Temple. As for the girls, they’ll
be a bit at a loose end for a while,
I fancy.”
“That’s why I think it’s such a
sweet letter. 1 was very much
afraid they would be a little bitter
about his marriage.”
' Lady Tait did not reply that, how
ever bitter Alysia Naylor might be
feeling, she would nevertheless write
just that sort of under the cir
cumstances.
“She says her sister is quite look
ing forward to making my acquaint
ance. John tells me that Etta is a
regular Juno. I rather won-*
dered ” It was Lady Tait who
laughed this time.
“No need to wonder, • puss. John
and the Naylor girls have never been
particularly fond of one another.
Besides, in confidence, my dear, it
once looked as though Etta was
about to make a very good match
indeed.” Lucy looked interested, but
as Lady To it’s face suggested that
she intended to say no more at the
monisnt about any unfortunate love
affair that her niece might have had.
she too fell silent, only to reflect
that, because Etta Naylor had been
unable to marry where heart and
interest led, it by no means followed
that she would not have been quite
willing to take second best—to wit.
John Tait, and that that might be
why only one sister had written.
(TO BB CONTINUED *
HONOR MEMORY
OF NAVAL HERO
Tablets Unveiled to John
Paul Jotnes, ‘Father of
American Navy’
.Halifax, April 7.—Hundred* of peo
ple from all over North Carolina and
Virginia gathered yesterday at his
'torio old Halifax to join wit’i the
Daughters o': the American Revolu
-Icn in paying tribute to Jo Paul
jop*-s, the father of the American
navy and his benefactor, Willie Jones,
with the unveiling o ftwo bronze
markers.
A splendid gathering of patriots and
loyal citizens filled to (overflowing
the school building where a part of
the exercise were held.
As the band began to play those on
the program took their places on
the platform, which was decorated
with the national colors. Two flag
toarers came up the aisle from the
rear one young girl bearing th£ stars
and stripes, another (bearing April
12, 1775 flag representing >’’Halifax
Day.” ,t ,
The meeting ..was } called to order
iby Mrs. Sydney Perry Cooper, retir
ing State regent. The bugle call was
■then sounded by a member of the
(band. Rev. D. P. Moore, of Weldon,
delivered the invocation. The D. A. R.
ritual was repeated, led by Mrs. W.
A. Cox, vice-regent, Halifax. The Na
tional Anthem was isung by the as
semblage. Greetings from the local
chapter were extended by Mrs. Henry
Marshall, chairman.
Introduction of distinguished guests
was made by Mrs. Janie Turner, of
Weldon.
Mrs. Marshall read letters from
■President Roosevelt and Mrs. Roose
velt expressing regret at not being
able to be present.
Hon. John J. Kerr, of Warren ton
and Washington, made a short ad
dress, his subject being' "Historical
Reflection,” dwelling upon John Paul
and Willie Jones in particular.
A vocal solo, “Trees,” was beauti
fully rendered by Mrs. Elliott Clarß.
Hon. E. L. Travis, of Wleldon, next
introduced Dr. T. W. M. Long as the
speaker of the occasion. Dr. Long, a
descendant of Willie Jones, gave a
most interesting and detailed account
of the Jones family from the time of
Robin Jones to the death of Willie
Jones, In giving the history of John
Paul, Dr. Long quoted from num
bers of sources to prove the authen
tically of the facts as given in
gaxd to John Paul.
Mrs. Cooper read a very cordial
letter from Mrs. Josephus Daniels of
Mexico City in regard the ocf
easion. “Halifax, My Halifax.” the
words of which were composed by
the late Harry Go wen, of Halifax,
was sung by a group erf school chil
dren.' Mrs. Cooper made a talk on
John Paul Jones and on the work ol
the D. A. R.
The visitors were then invited to
the unveiling of the two tablets—
one on Highway 40, and the other
placed on the chimney—all that is
left of “The Grove" house.
The highway bronze tablet was pre
sented by Mrs. Edwin C. Gregory and
the acceptance was by Mrs. Cooper.
Presentation of “The Grove” tab
let was by Mrs. Janie Turner, and
accepted by Mrs. C. H. Stephenson,
D. A. R. State treasurer, of Raleigh.
The unveiling was done by four
children, Miss Butts of Halifax, gava
a reading immediately afterwards.
The poem read was written on the
[Walls of “The Grove” house by a
passing stranger. The poem written
on the occasion of John Paul Jones’
body being brought back here from
France for burial was read by Rev.
W. C: Wilson, of Halifax, who pro
nounced the benediction.
The sounding of “taps” ended the
afternoon’s celebration in memory of
John Paul Jones, father of the Amer
ican Navy, and of the old Willie Jones
home.
The inscription on the. tablets was
written by Josephus Daniels. Mrs.
Daniels is chairman of the North
Carolina John Paul Jones Memorial
Association.
The first tablet was unveiled by
two small boys and two small girls
dressed in Colonial costufnes. They
were Katherine Coppedge, of Halifax;
Ernestine Turner of Weldon; Billie
Stephenson, of Jackson, and John
Moore, of Weldon. This marker bear"
the D. A. R. insignia and reads: “400
yards west of this tablet stood the
Grove home of Willie Jones, the fore
most prophet of democracy in North
Carolina during his era, patron >and
friend : of John Paul Jones, father,
of thC American Navy, who grfve to
our Nhyy its earliest traditions of
heroism and victory, 1747-1792, tJ. S.
Navy 1775-1783. In this home John
Paul Jones found hospitality, friend
ship, refuge and happiness. Ereceted
April 6, 1934, by the National So
ciety of the American Revolution of
North Carolina.”
The secofid tablet bore the follow
ing inscription under the D. A. R.
Small Farms Declared
Good Investment
Babson Sees Strengthening In
Farm Land Values
BY ROGER Wk BARSON,
Copyright 1934, Publishers Finan
cial Bureau, Inc.
Baibson Park, Fla., April 6. — The
largest part of the grief and read
justment in farm real estate is now
over. Deflation was slower here than
in other lines. For instance, securities
hit their lows in July, 1932; commod
ities and banks in March, 1933 but
it \pa.s hot until the summer and fall
of 1933 that farm iand~acttlaly made
the turn.' Today the outlook for farm
land is favorable.
Land Values Depend on Prices.
The sharp rise in agricultural prices
is the fundamental factor in the
strengthening of farm real estate. In
the last analysis the value of farm
land depends on the profits of the
farm. The big boom in land values
came during the post-war period. In
flated prices for wheat, cotton, com,
and other crops pushed land prices
sky-high. The ensuing years saw a
gradual decline both in prices in land
values. With wheat selling in Decem
ber, 1932, at around 47 cents a bushel,
cotton at 6 cents a pound, and com
at 23 cents a bushel, farming was de
cidedly unpopular and the farm land
market became frozen. In some cases
good, fertile land, which sold for over
S6OO an acre in 1920, could recently
have been (bought for SIOO per acre.
Today the tables are turned. Farm
■prices oni the average are 33 per cent
above 'the record lows of 1932. This
year’s total crop income is approxi
mately $3,029,000,000 against $2,113,-
000,000 a year ago, or 43 per cent
greater. As agricultural prices con
tinue to advance, farming will again
become profitable. The present price
iltuation has already strengthened the
position' of thousands of mortgaged
farms throughout the country, thus
reducing the necessity for forced sales
Accordingly, the supply of distress
farm real estate is rapidly drying up.
Furthermore, unless farm lands ad
vance spectacularly in price, there
will be few owners willing to sell their
property.
Trek From City To Farm.
On the demand side there are sev
eral factors working toward higher
farm land values. First is the Admin
istration’s ‘ acreage curtailment pro
gram. As things stand, bonuses are
paid farmers for the number of acres
which they withhold from planting,
but there is no restriction on the ac
tual number of bushels of wheat, or
number of pounds of cotton, which
they raise. So naturally the farmer
is putting emphasis on his yield per
acre. He is letting his margial land
lie fallow and cultivating more in
tensely than ever before his most fer-
Some of the members of Harry Clark’s Revue appearing at the (Stevenson Theatre, Thursday,
matinee and night also midnight. Upper left is Raby Crider America’s greatest Hotcha singer
and dancer. Upper right is Ann Morre, Queen of contortion. Lower left the six coeds and Art
Gleason and his Manhattan Serenaders. Lower right is Julie Aiiyn co-partner of Mr. Gleason
in a Musical cocktail. Many other outstanding ids are useu i:o round out an elaborate show.
insignia: “At the fireside of Willie
Jcnen, whose home, “The Grove,’ this
tablet marks. He was the friend of
Jefferson and most influential leader
of his day of North Carolina demo
cracy, and John Paul Jones found
here hospitality, friendship, refuge
and happiness. Erected April 6, 1934,
by the National Society of the Daugh
tens of the American Revolution of
North Carolina.”
■ Master Willie Jones Long, of
Northampton, was a guest of honor on
the platform. He is the youngest bear
er cf the historic name.
It was learned today that Mrs. E.
G. Landis and J. W. Jones, of thic
city, are lineal descendants of Willie
Jones, one of the two Revolutionary
patriots whose memory was honored
in the unveiling of tablets at Halifax
yesterday by the Daughters of the
American Revolution. John Paul
Jones was the other.
tile acres. This automatically boosts
the value of high-yielding land.
There is today a restricted trek of
young people* from the farm to the
city. There is always a constant move
ment of population from farm to city,
or from city to farm, according to
which section offers the more attrac
tive opportunities. With the New
Deal' cracking down on industrial pro
fits and at the same time helping tire
farmer through processing taxes, •'the
trend is today back toward the farm.
At all times there is a potential de
mand far. attractive, well-located,
medium-sized farms for investment
purposes. Little buying of this type,
however, has been noticeable in the
last two or three years. Investors have
been waiting until they could be rea
sonably sure that crop prices had hit
bottom. Now the investor is becom
ing more interested in the farm land
market.
Farm Good Inflation Hedge
The threat of further inflation is
stiffening demand for good farm land.
Our unbalanced budget is setting the
stage for serious inflation. I feel very
strongly that farm land is one of the
best hedges against a depreciating
dollar. Small farms, although harder
to buy than last fall, can still be pur
chased at bargain prices. The price
of farms always goes up as the price
of dollars goes down. The milk, poul
try, and egetables which you raise
for your family to consume always
have /the same intrinsic value, irre
spective of the va’ue of the dollar.
That outsiders are buying farms for
(protection, is clearly illustrated by the
figure. Os the voluntary purchases of
farms in 1933, 41 per cent were non
farmer, againt only 18 per cent in
1928.
There are several other reasons
why I believe the outlook for good,
small farms is favorable. The coun
tryside holds attraction for many peo
ple. Now, with the cheapness of new
'automobiles, the economy of country
living, and the speed of the new su
perhighway systems, the interest in
rural sections is growing. Many small
farms within easy reach of metropoli
tan areas can be purchased today at
ridiculously low prices. For people
who nave a krlack for modernizing
and remodeling, such places are bar
gains. These small farms offer a won
derful opportunity for those who want
to raise cabbages, chickens, and chil
dren. They are, therefore, a good in
vestment.
Small Farms Most Stable.
$ have spoken above of the desir
ability of the small, medium-priced
farm. Records show that the average
small farm (under 20 acres) showed
a 14 per cent increase in price dur
ing the decade from 1920 to 1930
This compares with a 30 per cent tire?
iin the value of the average farm cf
100 acres and over. There is a good
reason for this. The man who runs
a small farm does it primarily as a
mode of living. Big farms, because
they are business ventures and carry
•huge over-head 3, are hit much harc
er by declining prices.
The longer term outlook for farm
land values is much harder to inter
pret. Recent developments, bqlh a
home and abroad, ara not encourag
ing. While there is much to be said
for the New Deal’s plan for economic
nationalism, we cannot make Tight cf
the fact that 55 per cent of our col
ton, 50 por cent of our tobacco, 30
per cent of our lard, and 25 per can.
of our wheat have annually been e:t
■portied. We cannot exclude foreign
goods from our markets and at t‘i
same time expect that other nation
will hold their markets open for ou»
surplus from products. Hence, a fa
vorable long term outlook for farm
land values in this country depends,
upon a normal revival in the ex
change of surplus goods among na
tions. Otherwise, we must regard our
farms primarily as a means of living.
Business, as estimated by the Boo
son chart .though 24 per cent below
normal, is now 32 per cent above a
year ago.
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