White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1930-12-19

There was something of chained
wild beast about Morrell. He en-.
dured his success in much the same
way he endured his environment, his
wife, and even his child. He saw it
piling up about him { he let 1t pile.
He stood in the courtroom declaiming
in behalf of the great corporations he
represented, and it sometimes seemed
to him that some one on the outside
of him was doing the speaking, while
he, the shell of an individual, stood
there caring not at all.
1t could almost be said Of James
Morrell that he did not turn hand,
considering the magnitude of his So
called achievements. He had an eye
for the law, and tongue that could,
on the proper occasion, grow eloquent,
but so had other men of less success.
When she was thirty, Rachel Tay-
lor, who loved the life of creature
things, creature comforts, and crea-
ture magniticence, saw herself slowly
climbing toward the very pinnacle of
such attainments.
James Morrell was easily the fore
most lawyer of the state to say moth
ing of the prospects of political power
and position which lay ahead.
They used to say laughingly of
Rachel Taylor Morrell that she had
more than once referred to her hus-
band as the future President of the
United States.
Be that as 1t may, there was no
doubt that the beautiful reddish eyes
of Rachel were directed toward the
seat of the mighty which she expect
ed Morrell one day to occupy. One as
pect of realization came to her in
vicarious way while James was still
in his highly successful role of corpo-
ration lawyer. The lovely daughter
of the James Morrells, Annice, aged
eighteen, eloped one day in hydro
plane with the only child of one Of
the great oil magnates Of the world.
In Rachel's opinion, that was the
greatest plume in the cap of the Nor
rells that had yet been planted there.
Ten years later, the two grandchil-
dren of the James Morrells had been
presented with a trust fund Of five
million each by their paternal grand
parents, and James Morrell had fas-
tened on his wife a lifetime income
that amounted to over one million q
year.
Two months subsequent to this le-
erol nt 40 Of
| New York awakened one day to head
| lines announcing the mysterious dis
appearance of James Morrell. Secret
searchings had been going on for over
| period of weeks before the general
| alarm was finally given out to dis
| quieted world.
After months of publicity, search.
| ings and expeditions of secret service
| men to various parts of the world,
the publicity was suddenly hushed up.
Mrs. Morrel resumed her naughty
| impressive life as social leader. News
| papers, for one reason or another, left
off their playing up of this meaty story
of disappearance of James Morrell.
1t was whispered about among those
sin the know" that it had cost Mrs.
| James Morrell kings ransom to
thus stamp out the conspicuous hap
pening of her husbands disappear
ance.
The truth of it, Of course, was that
James Morrell had finally been fer
retted out, playing his ukulele in
fantastic harbor cafe at Marseil1es.
After one conference with her hus-
band, Rachel Taylor Morrell, who had
a good head on her, realized the fu-
tility Of attempting to bait or lure or
threaten her husband back into his
proper setting. AS she talked to him
jim his slit of room in Marseilles she
realized that here was man twenty
five years younger than the one who
had left her few months before;
here was man who had grasped
back his happiness after 1T had all
slipped from him. here was beloved
vagabond in his proper setting.
James Morrell is pretty we'll forgot
ten now, even by Rachel who divorced
him and is married again.
He may be found tinkling his way
through the different Bohemias of the
world. His ukulele is always with
him and his worldly possessions are
the few pennies that Jingle in his
rockets