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The Saturday press. (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1927-1936, 1936-06-06

W. AA~ SVNAN FA~SSAAJ ~ F~
tie people, especially Madge
and me. Not that he cared a
great deal about either of us-I
don't believe he really cared
about anything except his own
pride. He couldn't bear to be
beaten, to lose, to have anything
that was his taken from him,
even if he had ceased to want or
care for that thing.
GAS l told you, he could be
charming, and he charmed
Madge and me all through ado
lescence to maturity, and finally
charmed Madge into marrying
him, although she didn't really
love him. You may wonder why
a man of his position should
want to marry a girl who had
neither position nor money, but
that's because you haven't-oh,
but of course you have. Madge,
my wife, she's very beautiful,
isn't she, Governor? I've loved
her ever since | was a boy.
''I'll confess it broke me up
quite a bit when Madge married
Raymond, but | tried not to show
it, and perhaps you'll remember
| was best man at the wedding.
Now | think back, Raymond
might have been casually fond OF
me, probably because l never
crossed him in anything, even in
the thing | most dearly wanted.
81 went away after the mar
riage. / needed new scenery. l
was gone nearly four years.
Longer than l expected. Madge
heard was back and invited me
to call. l went, hoping ! had for
gotten enough; but just as soon
as saw her loved her as much
as ever.
81 won't tell you about how ]
found out Raymond had been
treating her much as he had
treated rabbits when he was a
boy-mad dog that he was
When | found out | was going
to kill him. l told Madge as
much, but she begged me not to
| told her | wouldn't if she would
secure divorce. She agreed
There was plenty of evidence ane
Raymond's lawyers persuaded
him that incompatibility uncon
tested would be the better course
He had to give in, but not with
any good grace. His pride O
ownership was wounded. He fol
lowed Madge and me all the way
to Reno, tried to force her t.
come back to him so that hi
could throw her off at his lei
sure. He actually told her that
"Six months later Madge anc
[ were married. And for nearly
a year we were happy. | lovec
her, she loved me. How coulo
:, any one help but be happy?
"Then, one day, after we hat
come back to the city, | met Ray
mond on the street. He was "a
! cordial and charming as only h,
knew how to be. He really con
WINGED me he had forgotten abou
everything. | invited him up t.
dinner. He accepted. The din
ner fell rather flat becaus,
Madge just couldn't bring her
) self to be agreeable to him. Sew
eral times | caught queer expires
sions on Raymond's face. but
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was handling.
'Have l mentioned Raymond
was a trained lawyer and that he
amused himself by handling diff
fcult criminal cases? Well, he
did-and very capably, too.
Anyway, the next day l went
to his office. He wasn't in, but
his secretary asked me to wait.
A little later l received a tele-
phone call from him informing
me to make myself at home
around the office, that he was de-
tanned but would be there in
short time.
81 whiled away an hour smok-
ing and reading magazine, got
/ restless and began to tinker with
his dictaphone machine, turning
it on and off, like a kid tinkering
with his fathers best watch on a
rainy day, because he hasn't any
thing better to do. I'd often
thought of using one of the
things, but had always decided a
typewriter suited my tempera-
ment better. While | was tinker
ing with the machine Raymond
rushed in. He was in one of his
terrible RACES. 1t appalled, me, l
having been unused to them for
some years. Finally he Gained
down bit, muttered an excuse
and something about a fool client
upsetting him.
"Then, with an appearance of
! calmness, he asked me if I'd help
him reconstruct a crime in which
he was trying to find loophole
in defense of client of his. |
agreed hastily, hoping he'd for
get his temper.
First, he took a revolver
from his pocket and pressed it
into my hand and turned the
muzzle of the weapon toward
me, keeping his hand on mine,
tightly. Raymond was a man of
unusual strength. My hand felt
as puny as a child's in his grasp.
l was frightened for a moment
by look on his face as he turn
ed the revolver toward my
breast. | remember | asked, Is
this loaded, Raymond He
smiled crookedly, devil lights
dancing in his eyes. OF course.
What did you Think he said
harshly. In a flash, | understood
he meant to murder me. | looked
down at the weapon in my hand,
and recognized it. 1t was my own
gun. My mind was dazed, dizzy
, with the many thoughts whirling
through it. | asked, hoarsely,
Are you going to murder me,
Raymond He opened his mouth
to answer, closed it, then said,
oh, no, l couldn't do that. I'd
be hanged for it. | can't bear
the thought of hanging The
pupils OF his eyes were contract,
ed. knew then he was quite in
, sane. He was thinking. | could
, almost see the distorted workings
of his twisted mind. Then he
t said, triumphantly, No, no, |
, won't hang! Why should !
: hang? Why shouldn IT you hang |!
: With that he turned the mouth
: of the gun back toward himself
My mind grasped vaguely what
: he was going to do, and | shout,
ed. NV God RAYMOND. don t.
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with an hysterical impulse,
dropped the gun and fed.

49, . $500 $500 $1,000
81 went directly home. Madge
met me at the door, pale, upset.
Raymond had been there that af-
ternoon and told her she'd have
to come back to him, that he
wanted her. She repulsed him
and he flew into a rage, threaten
ing her life, and then mine.
Afraid, she ran and locked her
self in her bedroom. He fumbled
at her door a while, moved away.
She heard him opening and shut
ting drawers-it was my desk he
searched, where he obtained my
gun. Then he left.
"The police, of course, were
at my home short time later.
The evidence against me was
perfect. 1t was my gun that had
killed him; the secretary had
come in to see me standing over
the body with smoke still seep-
ing from the weapon in my
hand; | had run away. And
Madge's story of her encounter
with Raymond, even though it
happened about the time l was
in Raymond's office and | knew
nothing of it until after the
shooting, fitted into a perfect po-
lice case. They gave me little
opportunity to explain; they
merely wanted confession of
guilt. They shouted and cursed
and drove into my mind the fact
that they had perfect case.
And it was perfect, absolutely
perfect. The diabolic perfection
of it must have done something
to my mind. I reasoned that by
telling the story Pm telling you
I'd make myself out a ridiculous
liar, a fool as well as murderer.
The idea of making myself out
a ridiculous fool appeared to me,
in my unsettled state of mind,
more CHASTITY than letting people
believe had done it: so | posed;
I presented myself to the public
and to the court as a sardonic,
cynical personality. 1 couldn't
bear to plead guilty when l was
innocent, so | protested my in
nocence as tersely as possible
and made myself, as you said,
first class puzzle, an enigma, to
everyone. Even my wife hasn't
known the truth. would not tell
my story because | had no way
of proving it. Why, it all seems
like fantasy to me now. How
could l expect anyone to believe
it? How can | expect you, a
hard-headed politician and man
of affairs, to believe it, Cover
nor?
cts a joke, Governor-one
which | hope you'll be able to
! appreciate fully as much as l /;
for the Jokes on you, too.
You We sworn no innocent man
will hang while you are in office.
But I'm innocent. and ii hang"
Smiling wryly, Jerome Foulkes
passed his hands over his face.
He did not notice how the gov
ernor's icy exterior had melted,
how his lean face had softened,
and his blue eyes become mild
with sympathy.
The governors voice rang.
"You're wrong, FoulkeS. I'm
keeping my word. You get a
pardon. No innocent man hangs
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"Thank you, Governor" said
Foulkes, his eyes hooking the
other man. "And now suppose
we get down to the purpose of
your visit. You haven't by any
chance, a reprieve or a pardon
concealed about your person,
have you? l warn you, I'm
desperate man. l might even use
force to obtain it, He grinned,
a twisted, jeering grin.
The governor considered him,
wondering, before answering.
"Foulkes, | bring with me no
but a possible pardon
which it is up to you whether
you will receive or not. If you
can convince me you're innocent,
you don't hang
For a moment the condemned
mans soul peered from his eyes
hopeless, sick, weary. For mo-
ment. His eyelids lowered, and
when raised again the soul was
once more hidden behind reck-
less, hooking eyes.
cts joke, a travesty, but
Pm afraid I'll have to hang,
Governor-in spite of that state
ment you made few years back
that no innocent man would ever
hang while you were governor"
The governors eyes narrowed.
81 didn't come here to handy
words, Ffoulkes. Will you give
me a direct, truthful answer =?
Did you or did you not kill Ray
mond Winters, your wife's for
mer husband?"
81 did not,' Jerome Foulkes
said in a tone which conveyed
that he did not expect to be be-
lieved, especially by such a man
as the governor. The governors
next words surprised him.
MAYBE believe you, Foulkes
maybe. It's entirely up to you
to tell what happened in Win
ter's office the day you-he was
killed. Tell me the story you re-
fused to tell in court.''
There was a short silence.
Foulkes' cloak of hooking in
difference dropped from him.
leaving him gravely antipathetic
GAS you wish, Governor. ]
suppose l owe you that much al
least for making the trip up here
I'll be as brief as possible.
81 imagine everybody knows
the Winters family is one of the
oldest in America, rich, snob
bish; but what most don't know
is that the family has an inherit
ed streak of insanity, which us
ually crops out in the male mem
bers of the family every Other
generation or so. Raymond Win
tiers was so touched: it appeared
in him even as a boy, though OF
course | didn't realize it then.
often wondered at his terrible
fits of rage, and his crueltie:
which cropped out every now
and then. He used to trap mice
and rabbits and torture them
and think it fun.
Raymond and Madge-my
wife-and | practically grew III
together. Although both Madg'
and / come of good families, i
was sort of a condescension OF
Raymond's part that he'd con
| cant ~ oec1os,ka 18th a., h.,
The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1936-01-23
Gen. johnson SAYS

NIASHINGTON, Jan. 23.-"Checkmate!" The end
w of the game-frustration. The words come
from Persia, where chess began: Shah mat-"The
King is dead" Where the King is everything every-
thing collapSes with the King
When Alexander drank himself stiff and Charlie.
magne died, their empires crumbed When Huev
Long FELL the Louisiana oligarchy folded up Fascisrn
probably will cease with Mussolini and the Nazis
with Adolf Hitler.
The King is dead! Long live the King!"-that Ia
the product OF different plan the undsturbed con-
tnulty OF system of government by laws in which
leaders are the servants and not the masters of the
system.
A great and revered ruler of the British Empire
may perish, but nobody trembes for the safety of
the state -
With more understandable causes for disintecra.
tlon the British have weathered the postwar storm
even better than have we notwithstanding a greater
snocK from the war itself 1t has progressed further
IN social legislation including the New Deal and at
lower cost and less dislccation. Both British and
American superiority is even more marked when
compared with the dictatorships
With all their circumstance of majesty British
Kings are further from oigarchy than our Presidents
ana the British commonwealth is nearer poitcai
democracy than our republic But both systems ara
lar removed from the absolutsm of the dictators
IL is significant in two thoughts: That dictator-
snlpNWhether OF the masses or the classes-is NOT
the answer to the worlds anguish and that there ia
ttie Danger OF dictatorship in nation built upon
tne democratic institutions of the Ango-Saxon svs-
tenn. ~ 80
Copyright. 1885 by United Feature Syndicate Incl
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Times Books

A accident not long ago ended the life of L. M.
1 Nesbitt, that talented Englishman whose He'll
Hole OF Creation" gave such graphic picture of
Ethloplas terrible Danaki desert region But before
ne died Mr. Nesbitt produced another book in which
he revealed that the Danakl desert is not the only
hell-hole that the earth affords
ms book, just published, is entitled "Desolate
Marches" and the heI-hole involved is the back
country Of Venezuela whittier Mr. Nesbitt went to do
job OF surveying for oil company (Harcourt,
Brace; $3.50.
In the Danakil, Mr. Nesbitt suffered because the
country was hot and dry; in Venezuela because it
was hot and wet The Danakil full of untamed
tribesmen who had a weakness for cutting of the
heads of strangers; the Venezuelan jungle of poison
Gus snakes death-dealing fevers. horrible leeches,
and swarms of biting singing and burrowing insects
whom no amount of medication could discourage.
And so in Venezuela, in the desert, Mr. Nesbitt
made difficult and uncomfortable journey that was
frequently extremely perilous.
His book is a fascinating account of a little
known and hostile land. 1t is also the history of
slow decline in old society; this Venezuela back
country had its boom about the time of the American
revolution and has been going downhil ever since.
with the jungle full of the ruins of abandoned VII
lagos and gone-to-seed ranches.
'Desolate Marches" something out of the ordinary
In travel books Is well worth reading.
The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1936-01-23
A Very Simple Faiih

DERHAPS it isn't quite tue that all great story
tellers have been persons of low order of ntelli
gence. / hear that Shakespeare was quite smart
those who believe everything they and hear. Or
even what they think they see. Kiplings easy
marks for tailors who can fashion a robe for the
King out of thin air.
The man believed utterly in the divine right of
English rule Where others only tax gath
erer, he visioned crusading knight in shining
armor.
But IL Kipling had not been sufficiently simple to
believe in the white mans burden and that the white
man was actually totng it, he might never have
written THE Man Who Would Be King"
In the beginning there many Engishmen in
India who failed to realize how great propaganda
service Kipng was doing for King and country. In
deed the charge was current that had gone native
The whole thing, of course, typographical
error. He went naive.
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All According to Book

THE grenadiers under their tall fuzzy shakos re-
Il peated the childish rigmarole and the new guards
Ieu out with incredibly jerky dehumanzed move
ments' strictly according to the book to take their
stations and go through the ridiculous pretense of
guarding the person of tired little man who at that
very moment lay unconscious in a castle 100 miles
away breathing his last
Inc people around Buckingham were not of
mind to do King George any harm They whispered
when they spoke and in three hours among the dense
crowd not one frivolous remark was uttered
A man Whirled twice around trying to escape
from the jam and stopped down on the wet pavement
with heart attack and they made way for him to
be carried out There came man with a spaniel
on leash and women in golden slippers and satin
gowns TO stand in the throng with beautiful young
dudes in white ties and tails
There were people in the gathering as poor as
poverty, snuttlng and shutling toward the little
bulletin board, and they all spoke in whispers and
mentioned the dying man as though he were some
very dear personal friend Although he died Just
before midnight it was 2:40 before man came ont
OF the palace and hung up bulletin that the King
was dead. At that men in the front row took of
their hats and those behind seeing this done under
stood and took their hats off, too.
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Welcome to the job

TINE grenaders continued to walk their posts
l. stomping heels on their square turns now guard
Ing the person of the new King, who likewise was
more than 100 miles away.
newsboy appeared with canned edition of the
Daily Express with bowling head, 1.-The King Is
Dead; Long Live the King!" He was silent himself
as he dealt papers right and left and suddenly it
daWned on the observer that the crowd had not ut
tered sound all evening.
Not an automobile had squawked in a constant
file of traffic, and the only noise had been re-
strained ring of an ambulance bell coming to carry
away the man with the heart attack They didn't
weep and no patriot with streak of ham in him had
thrown fit, as might have been expected And.
finally, they did not sing God Save the King"
They just broke and went away. But at 3 a. M
Engllshmen were still arriving in cars or afoot to
read the bulletin.
The taxi driver who took me home conversing
through the window said he had been good King
and deserved his rest and added he never envied
His Majesty his job.
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Turning Back Pages

WET what wouldn't any of us give to be IL
4 again and meeting Mowgli for the first time in
the pages of st. Nicholas. believe that Rudyard
Kipng will live although there may well be curious
irony in the decision of posterity. think that al
most everything he wrote concerning the captains
and the kings and the might and majesty of Eng
land will go down the wind along with yesterdays
straw paper He will be remembered because he knew
elephants and tigers.
At IL was more idolatrous than I am now, but
it remains no small thing to have created Kim and
Muvaney and Ortheris not forgetting that distuber
of traffic who saw the streaked lines in the water
beneath his lighthouse.
And it would be easy to suggest precisely the
satisfactory heaven for Kpling If the Creator can
arrange it, the celestial city need only be little
corner of the British Empire.
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proposed miracle is more elaborate.
For instance they have to build dyke across
Quoddy Bay where 30-foot tides rush III and out
twice day with terrific force.
That calls for tw6-way dam, the only one in
the world All others stand pressure only on one
side This one must stand it alternately from each
side as the tide goes in and out The bay 100 feet
deep The dyke to be 800 feet wide at the bottom
ano 100 feet wide at the top. You can't put cof-
tsrdam down in the Self-reversng torrent and work
in dry comfort as In most dam building jobs.
So the engineers thought of dropping off 20-ton
chunks of solid rock. They would have to be
launched at angle that they settle to the bot
TOM the current would swing them into the right place
After you have figured that out and piled up your
rocks, what about the cracks? You will have only
sieve Some way has to be found to seal up the
cracks, 100 feet down through the raging tides.
1t makes swell trick if you can do it. Even so,
it is question whether it will carry the state of
Maine for the Democratic ticket next fall.
TINE National Progressive League which herded in
z progressive and independent Republican votes for
Mr.. Roosevelt in 1882 is limbering up for another
campaign.
Senator Norris is chairman and Donald R. Rich
berg executive chairman in charge of doing most OF
the work. In 1882 the Progressive League included
the eloquent cambridge Colby but he became
hopeless loss on going to the Liberty League,
the two leagues having no exchange arrangement
for trading talent
The Progressive League which may set up head
quarters shortly is placing its net to catch indie
pendents who never could see much difference be-
tween the two parties as we'll as those Republicans
who lot of difference.
THEY are getting little careless around the
Il Supreme Court. On the last decision day. the
courtroom was packed long before IL O'Clock when
the oraces appear. Bang went the gavel Every
one rose in eager silence. Page boys leaped to the
great red velvet curtains and drew them apart
But the Supreme Court didn't appear
For moment it seemed as if the heavens had
fallen Later 1t developed some one had pushed the
wrong button, the one which flashes the red light
signal that the court is ready to appear
Two minutes later the gavel banged again. This
time q vas constitutional
It was only trivial incident but it made YOU
wonder what might happen If, after hard five-to-
four fight the court should In its rush for the
curtain some Monday morning, pick I'D the wrong
decision The possibility is almost too terrible 20
contemplate.
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theirs and a sister who would be
in line for the throne.
THEN Kitchener gave his other
Il famous objection:
"It might be all right ii the
Prince were killed in action, see
ing that he desired to be in the
fighting. But there was another
danger The Prince might be cap
tured by the Germans and held
as hostage, and that would be
a most serious thing for England
But the Prince was determined
to get to France in some capacity.
He was finally gazetted on Nov. II,
1914, as aid de camp to Gen.
French, commander of the famous
British Expeditionary Force, which
bore the brunt of all the savage
fighting in Belgium and northern
France during the famous first re-
treat before the German forces.
The Prince was attached success
Sively to army corps, divisional
and brigade headquarters, and
was frequently dispatch rider.
He drove his own big steel car and
was frequently under fire.
It is automatically stated that
once he was in the trenches at
one hot point and wanted to go
over the top with the men, but
was actually prevented by force
from carrying out his intentions.
y Il
TINE men who fought in the
l. trenches had no better friend
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take them on, and he did not in
tend piling his own work on some
body elses shoulders.
He did his drills. He spent his
fixed time at the firing ranges. He
attended all the lectures on prac-
teal soldering. He took his share
in drilling recruits.
4 S PICQUET officer, he would,
L A when his turn came, turn
out early in the morning and at
6 of a gray dawn could be seen
gravely inspecting the meat, tea,
sugar and other rations and SUI
perintending their issue to ra-
tioning parties.
He took his turn in going from
barracks to barracks to hear any
complaints and to investigate
them. He sweated it out just as
any young officer without pull.
Then he got busy. He demand
Ell to be sent to the front. Brass
hats turned him down
He went to the all-powerful
Kitchener Observation-Disclosures, the
secretary of state for war, and
at that time the nations hero,
for he was performing the miracle
of creating a vast army of volun-
teers.
Kitchener gave the Prince the
old story-that if he went to the
front in a line regiment to take
his place in the trenches, he might
be killed. The Prince gave his
old reply that he had three bro