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The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1947-07-31

The groom, son Of Mrs. Clar-
ice Haffner of Hardin, has re-
Gently been discharged from
the armed forces after serving
for about two years in the U,
S. MY.
The young couple will make
their home in Hardin.
Wanda Newkirk is
Honored at Shower
Miss Wanda Newkirk, BRIDE
elect, was honored at a mis-
cellaneouS bridal shower Tues
day evening at the Ross home,
given by Mrs. R. P. Ross, Mrs.
William TOrSke, Mrs. Lyle
Tintinger, Jr., and Mrs. Donald
Kalberg.
The gift table was centered
with a miniature bride and
groom in front of an altar.
Invited guests included Mrs.
George Davis, Mrs. Harold
Lammers, Mrs. Jack NeWkirk,
Mrs. Betty Newkirk, Mrs. Helen
Johnson, Mrs. Murt Sullivan,
Mrs. Dooley Pauley, Mrs. J. r..
Vickers, Mrs. George Ward,
Mrs. Tavner Walker, Mrs.
Thomas Hammer, Miss Char
lotte Stanton, Mrs. Lyle Tint
niger, ST., Mrs. Dwain Reed,
Miss Peggy McNally, Mrs. Lewis
Bochy, Mrs. Jim Mentally, Miss
Marjorie Hyde, Mrs. Cecilia
Burchette, Mrs. Sonni Roberts,
and Miss Mary Roberts Rhine
hart, all of Hardin; Mrs. Sig
urd Lavold, Jr., of Big Timber;
Mrs. William Kleinhesselink
and Mrs. Patricia Ripple o.
Billings, Mrs. Lyle Haverfield
of Idaho, and Mrs. Donald
Reeves of Detroit, Mich.
Prizes for the evening went
to Mrs. Pauley, Miss McNally,
Mrs. Davis and Mrs. hammers.
Dinner Party
Mr.. and Mrs. Albert Wildln
entertained at a dinner party
in their home last wednesday
evening.
Guests present were MI. and
Mrs. Leland Fallon of Grow
Agency and ]. j. Ping of Har-
din.
The evening was spent play
ing bridge.
Card Party
Mrs. Frank Buzzetti enter
tanned at a card party Monday
evening, July 81, honoring her
husband on his birthday.
Three tables of pitch were Ii:
play. and refreshments were
served.
Guests present included Mrs
George hammers, Mrs. Pearl
Young, Mr.. and Mrs. H. R.
Salyer, Mr.. and Mrs. Art Eb-
cling, Mr.. and Mrs. Robert
Dyckman, Mr.. and Mrs. Buo
Newark and Herbert Dyckman.
Regular Meeting
Neighbors of Woodcraft No
815, will meet at the Masonic
temple, Monday, Aug. a..
Mrs. Ellen Larkin and Mrs
Jens Kalberg will be hostesses
Is Honored at
. Woodcraft Meeting
Mrs. Hattie Larsen of Avon
S. D., was guest of honor at q
special meeting of Neighbors
The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1947-07-31

Local Couple United in Double-Ring Ceremony
At Methodist Church in Billings Saturday Afternoon

ed by her twin sister, Miss Bev-
erly Rhinehart. The bridesmaid
wore a rose colored street
length dress with white Access
cries.
Best man at the ceremony
was Bill Scally of Hardin.
Mrs. Haffner is the daughter
of Mrs. Gladys Rhinehart OF
Hardin. She is a graduate Of
Hardin high school with the
class of 1945.
The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1947-07-31

The marriage of Miss Bette
Rhinehart and Steve Haffner,
both of Hardin, took place on
Saturday afternoon at 4 pm.
at the Methodist church par
sonage in Billings with the Rev
Cation performing the double
ring ceremony.
Attired in a white suit with
black trimming and white &C
ceSSorieS, the bride was attend
The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1947-07-31
WYold News
LAST E ITEMS

ItaS1 .
Mr.. and Mrs. Ned Wiley and
son, Mark, returned Sunday
from a two weeks trip to Vel
lowstone Park, Virginia City,
Bozeman and ThermopoliS,
Wyo.
Mr.. and Mrs. Harris of Ger
Der, Calf, are visiting their
daughter, Mrs. Handsel Hole
man this week.
The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1947-07-31

The groom, son of Mrs. Clar-
ice Haffner of Hardin, has re-
Gently been discharged from
the armed forces after serving
for about two years in the U,
S. MY.
The young couple will make
their home in Hardin.
Browning chief., 1947-03-21
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| to think that only Veronica went
there. It was hardly rational, be-
cause you'd think the only person
to whom it would matter would be
Veronica herself. Lately the wom-
an hadn't come any more. Hence
the wig which she had found.
Didn't Vallaincourt con1ide in
you at all?" McCale asked.
mo. Why should he?"
"I've played with the idea that
you were once his wife"
A secret look behind the mascara
told him he was right, but she said
nothing.
He got up, reaching for his hat
on a nearby chair. At the door, he
turned, his dark-eyed face all sharp
points and edges in the light.
You're in a bad spot" He tried
to control the hardness in his voice.
I'D lock the door If I were you."
He saw fear burning bright in her
eyes.
"Is that the advice you were 60
ing to give me?"
yes" he said.
He became deadly serious. Some
how he had to get through to her.
He slipped business card from his
wallet and placed it on a nearby
table.
IF you're frightened or just want
to talk" he said, "cal me at the
number on that card. You really
Browning chief., 1947-03-21

St. Patrick's Cathedral occu-
pies the throne of architectural
majesty. Its spires resemble
hands in prayer. Pigeons frolic
on its manicured lawns and peck
crumbs. Sunlight sprays the i'm
pressive interior with a lovely
glow. Only the ripple Of MUIR
INJURED prayers disturbs its
hushed beauty. The cathedral is
not just a place Of worship-it
stands as an imposing monu-
ment to dignity and peace.
Browning chief., 1947-03-21
Victoria Bigelo,U
Seeks Her Letters

The buzzer sounded in the outer
office. McCale looked at his watch.
1t was three in the morning. He
walked quickly to the door, press
ing the button that released the lock
in the vestibule. He opened the
office door, looked out into the hall,
and wondered who could be call
ing at that hour. Sharp heel clicks
told him it was a woman coming
up the stairs. The head and shoul-
ders, then the figure of girl
swathed in furs, with a cowl con-
cealing most of her face, rose out
of the stairwel.
She saw him, hurried forward
with short laugh and stepped in
side hurriedly. She pushed back
the cowl of her Persian lamb coat
and he saw the black hair and
Beardsley face of Victoria Bigelow.
She perched herself on the corner
of the desk, loosening her coat and
swinging one leg.
II could stand a drink. You might
be that hospitable."
Silently he poured her a whisky
and soda from the cabinet. He still
looked at her with hardly concealed
hostility in his glance.
"About my being followed here,"
she said, slipping her drink, "have
no fear. The police didn't even put
a man on the house. Old unim-
peachable family stuff"
"You can't be sure"
"Sure enough" She shrugged the
suggestion away.
She slipped off the desk with a
languorous movement, meant to be
provocative, McCale supposed.
Scrutinizing her closely, he was
aware Of the complete artiiciality
of her makeup. She had tried to
effect an exotic appearance, in the
manner Of the cinema, but succeed
Browning chief., 1947-03-21


should talk, you know. I mean
more than you've talked so far. I
know you're holding back something
Notwithstanding that is dam
gerous to someone. I think you're
planning to sell that information. A
little blackmail, maybe. But let me
warn you, you are dealing with a
cold-blooded murderer. You're in
danger, Miss Lynn. "You know
that"
She laughed loudly, hysterically,
"You fool" she screamed. "You
think you know a lot. Well, what
do you know? Just a lot of bunk I
told you. You think you can scare
me into admitting something. can
take care of myself. What're you
trying to do? Get out! Get out!"
His last look showed her ashen
and distraught. She was stretched
on the davenport, hair dishevened,
mouth lax, deep circles under the
horrible eyes.
"That's how she'll be when she's
DID," McCale thought as he reached
the pavement. He walked slowly
down fremont street, gulping deep
breaths of wet air.
Browning chief., 1947-03-21
4 Parting Shot
StdrtLes McCaLe

"Oh, my God! What a stink they
will make strewn all over the front
pages of some Shiny paper. It'd
take more than the Bigelow money
to"
II don't mean that"
"Oh!" The echo of it hung in
the air.
She gazed at him once more as
if to reassure herself of his honesty.
His inscrutability seemed to have
baffled her.
"We shall see what we shall see,"
she said finally, a note of derision
and forced facetiousness in her
tone.
He followed her to the door,
watching her down the stairs. At
the turn, she looked back at him.
She stopped, waiting a moment un-
til he became aware that she in
tended to explode a farewell bomb
shell.
IF they don't turn up, Sherlock,
III 60 to Shari Lynn for them,
what?" She laughed insolently as
she continued down.
McCale shook his head in utter
WEAKNESS as he went back in. He
was sure the interview had been a
fiasco. At least his share of it.
Things were piling up too quickly,
too fast, one conclusion contradict
ing another.
ITO BE CONTINUED
Browning chief., 1947-03-21
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Browning chief., 1947-03-21

Duke McCale, private detective, is In.
vsstigating the murder Of Curt Vallain.
court who was about to marry Veronica
Bigelow, heiress to thirty million dollars.
MeCale trades Information with police
lieutenant Donlevy, and learns that
Veronica IL the one the police suspect.
The other members Of the family all have
alibis, but none Of them il above suspi.
sion. This includes Veronica's mother,
sybil, her sister and brother. Victoria and
Stephen, and Stephens wife, Karen.
Shari Lynn, former wife Of Vallaincourt,
may also be involved. McCale and his
assistant, Rocky, hunt in the park for
the murder weapon. They have reason
10 believe that the gun will be found In
the old cannon.
Browning chief., 1947-03-21
Shari Gets q
Wrning

In the cannon where you hid it.
Now get this straight. Any cop or
Judge or lawyer is going to know
after I produce this wig that your
story is phoney. You should have
taken more pains with it if you
wanted your story to stick. You're
In a jam, lady. I think you're going
to be in a worse one. You're MAX
ing little gamble on your own
somewhere along the line and
think you'd better tell me what it
is"
Her eyes narrowed, Tartar-like,
for brief instant.
"I'n give you five minutes. Think
It over"
He went over to the desk, holding
out his wrist as if timing her by
his watch. It was five minutes of
two. While he waited, his eyes
roved cynically over the pictures
of Shari Lynn's boy friends. There
was sailor and a petty officer, a
jockey, tall, unhappy-looking ma
rine, an army lieutenant, and-Mc-
Gale suppressed a smile-an aero
bat IN white tights. There were sew
eral others, proving that, besides
her catholic taste, Shari was evil
IDENTIFY attracted by anything in uni
form. There was no picture of Curt
Vallaincourt. McCale wondered at
that.
At two o'clock, he turned to her
again. She surprised him by be-
ginning to talk almost immediate
ly.
She had found the wig at Vallain-
courts apartment, days before. He
had some woman who came there
to see him, someone disguised as
Veronica. She denied she was the
woman. She didn't know, hadn't
the slightest idea who could have
been checking up on him. No, who
ever was watching evidently had
Browning chief., 1947-03-21
CHAPTER x

In silence, they climbed the rise
Of ground where the old World War
cannon stood. It was Rocky who
pushed his longer arm into its bar
rel, cropping, grunting. He withdrew
It finally, growing his disappoint-
ment.
mo soap, Duke" he said. II
touched bottom. Nothing there but
q handful of leaves"
McCale was puzzled. Leaves at
the bottom of that shaft? Nom
sense. Let's see. "He snapped the
button on his fiashlight.
In the round yellow circle of light,
he examined the "leaves" Rocky
held in his hand. An exclamation
of surprise escaped his lips. The
handful of "leaves," tangled, wet,
was obviously woman's red
haired wig.
Shari Lynn was noticeably done
In. She lolled on the divan in an
almost unnatural attitude. McCale
thought for fieeting moment that
she had passed out or was dead.
"Oh," she said, "it's you."
"The door was ajar," he offered,
and knew that instant that she had
been expecting a visitor.
She swung herself off the divan
abruptly at that and staggered to
her feet. She looked at him, her
eyes snaky and vicious.
"Get out of here before I call the
desk and have you thrown out. I've
got nothing more to say to you-or
your friend, the lieutenant, either" !"
He fished out cigarette and said
over the flame of his lighter, 80
you told them your little story?"
She smiled like a contemptuous
cat. "Sure. I told it,
"Why? Would you rather have
waited until morning to put the fin
ger on Veronica Bigelow?"
She laughed high-pitched
witch's laugh.
you're rat-trap."
''Maybe. Just thought I'd ask"
She pivoted slowly, and there was
uneasiness under her bravado.
Listen, mister. Just what is it
you want with me?"
II only want to ask you a ques-
ton or two and give you some ad-
vice."
Look here" he said. II know it
was you who ran away from the
Vallaincourt murder. You were the
only woman who ran over the hill.
I know, because I was at an up
stairs window, and if there had
been two women, I would have seen
them both"
"You know lot," she said sullen-
ly, "but you can't prove it."
"I'm on my way to-"
"Oh, yeah? Well, nuts to you.
My story is still good. Besides, the
woman had red hair. If you saw
her, you'd know that"
"Granted."
''Well, them"
'Wel-then." He threw the red
wig down on the coffee table be-
tween them.
She gasped. "Where'd you get
that?"
Browning chief., 1947-03-21

The waterfront is alive with activ-
ity. Grimy merchant ships wave
white smoke handkerchiefs as they
leave on their transatlantic errands.
Skiffs curtsy in the breeze. Ferries
slowly shuttle to and fro like me-
chanical icebergs. An army Of tugs
patiently nudges huge liner into
port. The long arms of docks reach
out to grasp cargoes being unload
ed. Baby waves bruise themselves
as they crash against the centipede
legs of piers.
George Washington bridge spans
the Hudson with cobweb of steel.
Cars whiz across-the fingers of the
headlights poking holes in the sur
rounding darkness. On both sides
the bridge is fanked by round-shoul-
dered hills. And when it is splashed
with moonlight - this engineering
marvel becomes a scenic miracle.
With Avenoo's fabulous shop win
dows. This is where imagination has
field day, and the resulting pro-
ductions provide a holiday for the
orbs. Goods are showcased with all
the color and pomp of a coronation.
Stroll along the spacious boulevard
and you'll be gifted with a moving
picture of a little perfumed world
wrapped in silks and sables.
Wall Street during the early ayem
hours has its visual delights. Dark
ened skyscrapers whitewashed with
moonlight stand like frozen ghosts.
Grotesque shadows are scribbled
across the streets. The narrow can
yons are packed with roaring winds
that provide the background music
for rhapsody Of serenity. If you
listen intently you can hear the foot
steps of a policeman blocks away.
An occasional light in a building
makes it appear like a one-eyed
monster.
Browning chief., 1947-03-21
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Browning chief., 1947-03-21

Central Park unveils its most ex-
citing scenic magic at midnight.
The string of streetlamps along its
lanes adorns its dark beauty like
fabulous necklace. Skeletons of
trees stripped Of their leaves cast
eerie shadows. Silence stands guard
over the mysteries lurking in the
darkness. Crisp winds roam through
the park and juggle dead leaves as
they continue their endless flight into
nowhere.
Browning chief., 1947-03-21

When dusk settles over the town,
haphazard rash of lights zig-zag
across the 59th St. skyline. The
buildings are sprinkled with lurni-
nous confetti. This crazy pattern Of
magic lanterns inspires the imagi-
nation and defies the vocabulary. 1t
etches portrait that always will be
displayed in memory's gallery of
compelling views-castles-in-the-air
that have come down to earth.
Browning chief., 1947-03-21


Furies. His musing swiftly encom-
passed the whole lot Of them, the
Bigelows en- masse. With the pos
sible exception of Miss Adelaide,
they were unreal, without authen-
ITCHY.
He watched Victoria with bored
expression as she fingered a book
on the desk, examined the Lester
Varga painting Of a Nubian woman
which hung over a bookcase to
see If it was an original.
IT'S late" he said, breaking the
silence. "You came to see me
about something. It must be i'm
portant for you to call at this hour.
I hate to hurry you, but II you've
satisfied your curiosity, perhaps
you'll tell me what this is all
about"
She turned abruptly and came
over to him.
Il want you to do something for
me-"
what can I do for you?" His
voice was urgent and exasperated.
"Well"-she fumbled for a phrase
you'll probably have an-an op-
portunity to 60 through Curt VAL
laincourt's things, won't you?"
He looked up, pursing his lips.
"We-e-ll." Better not tell her the
cupboard was bare.
There is something Of mine
that is, Curt had some letters that
belong to me. I thought"
THAT might take them out from
under the eyes Of the police? I'm
afraid I wouldn't have the chance.
BY this time, the place has been
gone over with vacuum cleaner"
"But they wouldn't just be in any
ordinary place. I'm sure he had a
hiding place somewhere in that
apartment. A wall safe or-or
something"
II doubt it. It seems perfectly
obvious that you have already
looked in every available place."
why -
e.. Tut, tut. Your intonation
gave you away"
my, you're clever, aren't your"
LET us say-wen-trained. You
visited Vallaincourt often?"
mo, I-wel, that is, went there
once in a while for cocktails, with
few friends" She was on her
guard now. "Often enough to look
about for something that was
NINE"
"Vallaincourt was hanging onto
your correspondence"
"Oh, no."
"Then why didn't you just ask
for it?"
II did, but he'd only laugh and
say he'd give them all back when
-" She caught herself. She bit
her lower lip sullenly.
"When he was safely married to
Veronica Bigelow, I'll wager"
you're quite the Sherlock, aren't
you, mister? Listen, can I or can
I not buy your services? I want
those letters. Do I get them?"
She moved closer to him and
stared him in the face boldly, a
viperish intensity in her eyes. For
moment, McCale gazed deeply
into her vicious little soul.
mot from me-" His voice was
as cold as steel.
He turned away from her with a
brusqueness intended to convey that
he was through with their little in
terview.
He spoke quietly. I'm sorry.
wish you'd take my word for it
that there are none of your letters
at the Vallaincourt apartment. No
letters of any kind, in fact"
She eyed him narrowly. you've
been there already"
He nodded.
Thanks, but I don't believe
you"
"All right" he went on wearily,
don't believe me. But I assure
you, there is nothing there. There's
not wall safe or sliding panel
in the whole shebang."
"The police"
II hardly think so. was there
before they arrived"
She seemed suddenly drained Of
vitality. There was a thwarted look
on her face. $50 that's that"
"Just that, I'm afraid. However,
I think you'll hear from your let
ters."
Browning chief., 1947-03-21

The proud loveliness Of La
Liberty warmed by the soft fin
gers Of sunshine. Breezes whisk
broom the folds of her flowing
gown. The foghorns of passing
ships offer their deep-throated
salutes. Americas most eloquent
symbol-an old and always stir
ring sight. And when its mas
sive torch Is ignited-the Lady
Of Freedom becomes a visual
hymn.
Browning chief., 1947-03-21
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Higbigbts of Ne1V York:
tMNU Ssrylee1I

Higbigbts of New York:
The Main Stems mazda inferno
blazes with beauty. Bulbs wink and
blink like a million fireflies. The
electrobatic signery jigs, wiggles,
fips handsprings and blows smoke
rings. Rainbow-dipped hues gleam
and glitter and coat the atmosphere
with a fairyland of colors. Broad
way wears its electric jewelry like
crown while it celebrates the night
ly carnival.
The exciting pyrote clinics of sounds
along Times Square. Loud-speakers
outside music shops pin-wheeling the
latest jive jamboree. Shouts Of
newsboys roman-candling headlines
mingle with the honking of horns and
the shrieks Of motorists when tenn
pers explode In the traffic maze.
The firecracker CAB Of sidewalk ven
doris and fea-circus barkers rocket
ing their shril shills. The bonfire
of noise reaches its blazing peak at
midnight when you can converse
only by climbing to the top of your
voice.
The metropolis is jagged carpet
of stone and steel from atop the
Empire State edifice. Skyscraper
peaks provide exclamation points for
the poetry of the sprawling city's
landscape. Winds sprint over build
ings humming their natural lula
bies. Ribbons of traffic below move
with paralytic indecision, and hu-
mans are slow-motion dots along the
streets. Distance transforms the
turbulent roar of city life into whis-
pered music.
The Nome nugget., 1947-10-01
Stafford Cripps Becomes Britain's Economic CZar

LONDON, (P)-Vegetarian Sir Stafford Cripps took over yester- day as Britain's economic czar. h. formed sources said it was but the first installment of sweeping changes in the labor cabinet.
 There was general agreement among Britons that Cripps' ap- pointment as minister of economic affairs to lead this dollar-sh country's fight for economic re- covery at home and abroad was a step in the right direction.
 The choice of 31-year-old James Harold Wilson, the so-called "boy wonder" of the labor government, as president of the board of trade to succeed Cripps was termed in- dicative of the governments deci- sion to introduce new blood into the labor regime.
 The resignation of Arthur Greenwood, veteran labor politi- clan who had been minister without portfolio, was considered to be a further demonstration of Prime Minister Attlee's determin- ation to bring in younger men to fight the economic battle of Bri- tain.
 Cripps, whose new appointment was announced Monday night, buckled down immediately to the tasks confronting him.
 He scheduled a meeting with union leaders to discuss the Bri- tish export drive-ordered in an effort to get more dollars-and means of meeting the proposed targets.
The Nome nugget., 1947-10-01
Vatican To Blame For World Division

WALTON, Eng. (P)-Dr. Cyril Foster Garbett, archbishop of York, charged today that the Vat ican was partly responsible for the division of the world into two camps and declared the division was fraught with the danger of a new world war.
 "This separation of Europe into two strongly contrasted camps is encouraged by the Vatican policy which treats Russia as the chief enemy of Christian civilization and, wherever it has influence, supports the opposition to both Communism and Social Democ-
The Nome nugget., 1947-10-01
WIEN ALASKA AIRLINES

Fred Armstrong was a paSSea- ger to Candle on Monday.
 MT. J. Hall and Mrs. Marie Morrison were brought in from Teller on Monday enroute to the States.
 Passengers from Fairbanks to Nome were J. Faneuf and MT. and Mrs. Walter Myers, Monday after noon.
 Yesterday Fred Jones was brought in from Ungalik, also M. J. Walsh, Charlie Anderson, Elsie