The Detroit tribune. (Detroit, Mich.) 1935-1966, 1936-05-09

Lincoln Square, the main tho
roughfare in Carselie II carried a
holiday dress. All the stores were
closed but lights glowed from the
windows while large pottery vases
were filled to overlooking with
pink and white carnations. Beau
tiful potted plants brought the low
illness of spring.
The month of May, and the day
was warm and soothing with that
tinge of invigorating freshness
that lifted tired nerves and brought
happy smiles to winter-worn faces.
In the center of the Square, the
large monument of Abraham Lin
coin. the emancipation, held a con-
spicuous place. Silent and sad,
the kindly face seemed to look
down in pity on the rows of slowly
moving men and women.
The little park surrounding the
monument was touched lightly with
rich carpet of green. A tiny dan
delion was peeping up shyly, as 1t
it knew it's days were numbered,
yet daring to come forth and help
celebrate this beautiful Sunday
that also stood as a memory to all
mothers.
Flowers vendors, we'll filled bas-
kets of blossoms, stood on the cor
ners. Their business was excel
lent.
The beauty of many a spring en-
semble was enhanced by the love
ly flowers.
Belinda Marshall sitting at the
curb in a little dark blue coupe
surveyed the pretty scene with a
frown as she glanced impatiently
at her wrist watch. She was wait
ing for Mr.. Marshall, who had gone
into the Hotel Algonac for a cigar.
Mrs. Marshall, whose temper was
not the best controlled in the world,
was tapping her foot rapidly on the
floor of the car.
The Hotel Algonac was Carselie's
largest and most exclusive hosiery
An imposing mass of tile and a fac
ade of exquisite marble with an
ornate display of shining brass
glittering brightly from constant
rubbing and polish.
Thick curtains of heavy net hung
from the wide windows. Soft am
Der lights could be dimly seen by
passers by, while the soft, seduc-
tive strains of chamber music fill
tered out and mingled enchanting
" with the swift hum of moving
automobiles.
AS Belinda Marshall, now tho
roughly angry, opened the car door
TO get out another car drove up
quickly and parked directly in
front of the Marshall coupe, barely
missing it's polished tenders.
A large black sedan with yellow
wheels, it hummed and purred as
the driver cut off the switch, step
ned from the car and hurried "a
cross the sidewalk toward the no.
tel entrance.
Ambling down the street was a
tall, slender man, a Negro, walk
ing aimlessly along as if enjoying
the spring evening. Stopping to
glance in the store windows, he
smiled at the lovely flowers on dis
play, while his fingers touched
lightly the pink carantion on the
lapel of his blue coat.
AS he neared the hotel he met
the driver Of the black sedan in
front of the entrance to the AL
gonac.
They collided violently.
Belinda Marshall smiled to her
self.
81 know what they were saying to
each other-in silence" she giggled
Her smile soon changed to one
Of serious concern as she watched
the unfolding of a tensely dra-
matte scene.
They were facing each other now
She heard a snarling laugh from
the white man a look of horror
from the Negro. Then-like long
talons, the brown fingers of the
black man reached out with a
quick, savage gesture. The fingers
doubled and his fist shot toward
and met the white man squarely
on the chin. He dropped heavily
to the sidewalk, while the Negro
with a cry of rage, fell upon him
with animal-like fury.
Belinda tried to scream but hel
voice refused to obey. She tried
to close her eyes but the dull thut
of vicious blows held her spell
bound. She Just sat there In hor'
rified amazement.
AS the mans head hit the side
walk again and again, the Negro
shaking him like a cat shaking
terrified rat, Belinda saw bloot