The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-09-14

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 I stance, do you consider most dan- gerous?"
 MT. Smith replied thoughtfully Not your dementia praecox case because his condition is usually very evident. He shows his men, tai disintegration. I'd say a cer- tain typo of paranoiac is most tc be feared because he's often an in- telligent person with a screw loose. He has a delusion. He nurses it and weaves his life around it, sometimes secretly. On the other hand, some people who seem insane are not insane at all but merely neurotic. Their emo- tions get the upper hand. All of us," he added after pause, "are potential killers. We need only the right state of health and of /, external. conditions to bring it out"
 How can you say that" ex- claimed the vague little woman in distress. Take yourself, for in- stance. A quiet, studious man who teaches the young and takes time to study psychology. How could a ma nike You be poten- tial murderer?"
 MT. Smith smiled with con- straint. Well" he replied, per haps not myself. That would tax your imagination too far" As his smile faded he was recalling the feel of his hands on a certain hated throat. He wanted to sit quietly and think. Not of that, but of the thing he must do next. Of his way of escape when he should leave this car.
 l But the earnest little school teacher who was taking a special course in psychology would not lei him think. She asked, Did you get all that lecture on the routine of the inmates? He talked so fast I couldn't take it down."
 "I didn't take 1t down either, but I think I remember it," said the obliging MT. Smith. And he gave her g fairly accurate account of the lives of those who dwelt be- | hind the walls he had just quilted. II don't recall what he said about the violent cases," he added. "Those, I believe, are treated I either as invalids or hardened criminals. Padded cells. Solitary confinement. That sort of thing
 The little woman shuddered and | 6o, fo full to you," she said.
 ! MT. Smith noticed that every one was getting ready to get off the car which had stopped before an institution, this one without walls or guards. It was the Nor maj School.
 MT. Smith got off with the crowd, paying his dime as he did so. His hand touched billfold in his pocket gracefully. There would not be the dearth of money that most fugitives had to face. |. Good old Bertha Gibbs!" he thought. How long since she sold that bond for me?"
 l AlC SOoio nv L1O only knew the money was safe in his pocket and had been there for a long time. His body and brain were tired together from the tenseness of his plight. He thought, "rll take tramp steam 1 CT for South America, of course. But first I've got to wait around a bit. They'll be hunting for me in railway stations and ship offices. I've got to bide my time" He saw that the crowd was thinning. Those who had come in the street ear were entering the | grounds of the school. He could not follow them, nor could he re- main standing here. He noticed the motorman changing the sign on his car. He re- moved CHARTERED. NORMAL SCHOOL" and substituted "CROSS TOWN, NORTH. END OF LINE
 John Smith got on. He rode across the city, but he did not go to the end of the line. That might cause him to be remembered. He got off at a brisk shopping com munity, where there were numer- ous small stores and many people milling about. He sought, and found, secondhand showroom for automobiles. He went in and bought a small used car of reliable mack. He surprised the young salesman by paying cash for it. He had it serviced and got into 1t (Which way to New York out o1 here?" he asked distinctly.
 The salesman showed him the street to take, gave him a road map with marked directions.
 The man called John Smith ap- parently followed them. But q few miles distant he crossed town at an angle and took a road which he knew well. The road toward Cleveland.
 He was thinking. "The old woman will put me up. She'll hide me for a while. Nobody will look for me there. They'll be watching the trains and steamships"
 | A bit later he gained the open road and relaxed. The sun shone mistily on autumn fields, at rest from the summers fertility. Ma. ples and beeches and oaks Haunt ed their foliage. The man laughed "Worthville!-I suppose the doors still blue. I'll know the place by that" He saluted a traffic cop as they passed one another. The officer saluted back carelessly.
 (To Be Continued)