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Show 'THIS MAN IS YOURS' New Telegram Serial BY ROB EDEN CHAPTER ONK Thi small ihlnlng green roadster piiitd tha rrnind hrrnit sign thnt read "Fulton City Limits" t 60, took the curve of Griffith etreet till at SO, and tha girl whose right foot waa pressing down on tha gas fava a llttls sigh of thanka for thia newly paved broad road which would sava her threa miles and several minutes getting home tonight She settled back mora comfortably comfort-ably in the aeat and her hands -loosened en the wheel. Hea-tight toe, however, kept its sama oven pressure on tha gas. Five milea of Griffith street with Its flat hideous lowlands, lta ahacks set In aordid plots, its factories far-ther far-ther down five milea, then sharply to the right up Firat street hill. Climbing, climbing until she reached Marley Heights and she was home. Hugh wan there already. She glanced at the clock on tha dash, an oval of pale ailvery light in the darkness. Not only waa Hugh there, but he had been there for soma time. It waa :20 and ha always came early. Her grandfather would be talking to him in tha living; room, alightly bored, but trying to be pleasant. Her grandmother would be there, too, worried, and ahowing it while aha waa trying to do her best to 1 year, nor every month for that matter. Tarry touched the button that waa her horn, heard it whine through the darkness and passed three mora care. The flat lowlands low-lands were atlll with her, but instead in-stead of the shacks, tha lowianda were built up with factories. Through soma of their soiled windows win-dows a light gleamed now and then, but their chimneys weren't pouring pour-ing forth any amoke. Fulton City prided itself on its factories. Factory City. The Carmody Mills, the Zorlne Flour Mills, the Grant-view Grant-view Packing House, tha Burton Silk Mills. Terry was passing tha Burton Silk Mills on the right. She didn't look around to aee them, but she knew they were there. If she hadn't been in a hurry. ! had plenty of time, aha would have slowed down and looked at the fourth window on the first floor to the west, for that was Hugh's window, win-dow, and on the door leading to his office waa hla name, Hugh Jackson, and under it. Assistant General Manager. Burton Milts Interest Her Six months ago aha could have passed tha Burton Mills without now for three months ever ainca Hugh had asked her to marry him. It wasn't as If he had stopped asking. ask-ing. Every day be asked again he would tonight ... A dark form silhouetted before her headlights, A moment before it hadn't been there. Now It waa. Terry puahed her foot brake to the floor, and jerked on the emergency. emer-gency. The car akldded and she felt the weight of the wheel against her cheat, heard the brakes as theyshrieked through thtnight, tha long aickenlng tearing agony of them as they cried out in pain. "I didn't hit him," aha mumbled mum-bled through dry lips as aha Jumped out of the car and daahed to the street. "I didn't hit him. I couldn't hear anything except the brakea, and I didn't feel the car hit anything-" But there he was In the street, huddled on the pavement, a hand stretched out on the cement, the fist clinched. There he was in the glare of the headlighta of a car which had halted in front of the fallen body. There waa blood on the rough street. Terry atopped suddenly a she saw It trickling from his head, dyeing tha cement that waa so white under the headlighta. Then other cara atopped and men jumped out of them and hurried to are to be sent to yea Instead 'of to me, and I told Webster the same thing, , "You, yourself will have to make arrangements for Jim Yorke'a comfort That's all I think" He rose slowly as if his body were very heavy, as If the weight of his limbs were holding him down. Sometimes In his own courtroom he rose the aame way after he had made a difficult decision. He had last week after be had sentenced a boy 21 years old to hang yhejeckjntU,Jiewa dead. Then Terry waa In his arms, and some of the weight in his limbs lightened, but the weight around his heart stayed heavy and leaden. "Terry, Terry" he whispered, smoothing her hair, touching his lips to her forehead. "WAjat were you thinking of to do such a thing?" The girl didn't answer, but her arms held him closer to her. She couldn't tell him that she had been thinking of Hugh Jackson whether she would marry him or not marry him. That In tha moment Jim Torke) must have started across the street, in that moment before her head lights found him in the darkness, aha had been thinking of Hugh. (Continued Tuesday) (Copyright. 1937, for The Telegram) pleading guilty as you should do, and If Jim Torke diea you will ' abide by Rutherford's decision. "If he Uvea, you will be on probation pro-bation for six months, answerable to Judge Rutherford and his court and his officers, reporting once -every week, by person or by letter. -You will pay a fine of 8200 and you will not drive a car for the period of one year. Ia that dear?" -Yea clear." There waa another silence, more pfgnant than--tha first. A ellence-when ellence-when the very ticking of he big clock behind Trevor seemed to cease, when tha traffic outside the building seemed to stop, when the little shabby room aeemed suspended sus-pended in space and the two people peo-ple In the room hung in space, too. "But that doesn't end it, Terry. There's still your moral obligation, obliga-tion, the moral obligation to thia Jim Yorke. We are not going to forget that. I'm aura you don't want to forget it. "He's a man, my dear, who makes 70 cents an hour on his Job at the plant I had Hugh look him up for me immediately. Seventy cents an hour for eight hours is five dollars and twenty cents a day. "He lives on that, he eats on It, sleeps on it exists on it. He is unmarried, has no dependents, so It Is easier.-He makes about thirty dollars and eight cents a week. "Because he was hurt off duty, the Burton company will pay him only one week's salary. He will not be eligible for any accident insurance. in-surance. I doubt whether he has any of his own. These young sin- Tgle workmen usually don't have, I've found. "Co you have an obligation, to take care of him, see that he gets well. If it ia possible for hlmto" get welL And that obligation is yours, Terry, not mine. "Yours because you cauaed'hlm to be injured. Between you and me there is going to be a bargain bar-gain that you take care of Jim Yorke, and when I say take care care of him, I mean that you are going to pay his hospital bills, his "For from now on you are going to be on your own, Terry. For 21 years I've taken care of you, aheltered you perhaps too much. "I always thought it was too much but your grandmother persuaded per-suaded me that it was right and I let her guide me. I aee now that she waa wrong and that I waa wrong to listen to her. "Your allowance will be atopped as of today. Monday you will have to get aome kind of a Job to meet your obligations, both moral and financial, because I'm not a rich man, far from. It and even if I were this would still be your own private problem and Jim Yorke your particular care. "If Jim Yorke gets well, it will take him a long time, Webster thinks. However, that is for you to manage. I am making you one concession. "You may occupy your room at the house, and until you get Jim Yorke'a billa taken care of and your fine dispoaed of, you may stay there board free. "After that I shall expect a reasonable rea-sonable rental fee from you. I gave orders at the hospital that all billsi the huddled figure. An Ambulance li Celled "Call an ambulance!" the girl heard one man aay. "No, don't move him until a doctor geta here! Never know what will happen If you move an accident case! Somebody get a blanket to throw over him!" Tha blanket appeared immediately. immedi-ately. Terry aaw a man stoop down and put It over the still form, a red automobile robe with a plaid design of tan nd dark blue, the fringe dark blue. . Now aha could see only the plaid robe and tha Injured man's head with Its tumbled brown hair. She couldn't aee the dusty clothes nor the blood on the pavement. The robe hid the clothea and the blood. "You're the girl who hit him?" The man who had asked for the robe stared down at her. "I'm I'm the girl," Terry got out aomehow from her parched lips. "I'm the girl." Her eyes were on the still face unpillowed on the street A young a thought ror them except tnat they war in bailer condition than the other planta along Griffith street cleaner, the paint on them fresher, tha block aquare four-story building topped with a blue and white flag that waa the Burton trade mark. Six months ago the Burton Mills didn't interest her at all. Today they did, and they had for soma months. The big building waa where Hugh worked, where he went every morning of hie life, even Sundays when he didn't have to go. The Burton Silk Mills were his future, his livelihood, his kingdom, where only one man waa above him except the owner himself in New York. It might be her future, too. That was what aha didn't know yet That was what aha was wondering about. That waa the problem that faced her every morning when, aha woke up. Whether to make Burton Silk Milla her future or whether not to. That was what had sent her out of the house thia morning to the club, to swim, have some tennis, ten-nis, forget what was on her mind for awhile. be entertaining. Ada in the kitch- tn washing up the dinner dishes would be saying not to herself, but to the kitchen in general, as if the pots and pana could hear her and understand, "I wonder where . that girl la now?" Wil Miss First Act They would mlsa the first act, he and Hugh, because aha couldn't possibly, with all the apeed aha could manage, be home before 8:30 p. m. When aha did get home aha had to bathe and dress. And there waa a button gone from her new evening coat She had meant to find another today. But then, ahe had meant too, to be home for dinner when ahe had atarted but for the Country club at 11 a. m. "Only a swim, because It's such a heavenly day, and a couple of aeta of tennis," she had told her grandmother when she left ' "I'll ' be back at 8 at the very latest" There had been a swim, a grand awlm in the blue-tiled pool, after that aome tennia, then another swim and then some lunch and, after that bridge which atarted exactly when she planned to be starting home. red book about what he choae, the bareat of details. Name, addreaa, scene of accident, speed of car, condition of car, name of Injured party or partiea, name of witnesses. In his youth he had been inclined to be verbose, but that period was over. Miller, who was driving and 10 yeara younger than Riley with five years on the force, was still in the verbose period of hia police career. ca-reer. "Maybe we'd better lake her home," Miller called back to hia partner, "if she'e really Judge Trevor's Tre-vor's granddaughter." "She'a the Judge'a granddaughter all right," Riley returned aharply. "She ain't telling ua a lie." They Go To Station any woman In his courtroom. For a moment everything blurred In front of him, the white of Terry's linen pajama suit the bright yellow yel-low of her scarf t, the auburn of her hair, the green of the handkerchief handker-chief that ahowed an edge in the pocket of her blouse. He shook his head a little, and tha blur faded, and he waa looking look-ing into Terry's frightened eyes. Green he always thought they were. Green they always had been tin-til tin-til tonight They were drained of color tonight, and they looked pale gray to him. "He's alive," he said, alowly. Terry's shoulders sagged with relief, re-lief, and her tongue moistened her dry lips. She closed her eyes. "He's alive. I just came from Lakeside hospital. Man by the nam nf Jim Yorke emnlnvad bv face, a young man. "Ia he all right T I mean, Is he" She couldn't say the rest couldn't get it from her mind to her lips so that the queation would be audible. "Dead? Don't know, lady. Looks like he's pretty well banged up, though," someone replied, and in the welter of voices around, in the scramble of cara and people running run-ning up, the reply was like a shout in a quiet dark wood to Terry. She heard it echoed even in the whine of the alran that heralded the ambulance. She heard It when a strange hand cloaed on each of her arms and she felt herself being led away to a police car. "Don't know, lady. Don't Know, lady-" That split second before her car stopped. That email wedge of time. Ka small. A man couldn't die How did you make up your mind, anyway, what you wanted to do about marriage? How did you know positively, whether you were going to be happy all the reet of the days of your life with one man? Say, Hugh Jackson, for Instance. One day you thought you loved him and the next day you weren't aura, and that's the way it went day In and day out . And when your grandmother, who waa the only mother you'd ever known, was so evasive. I "I'm aure I don't know what you mean, Terry dear. If you love Hugh, marry him. I can't understand un-derstand your indecision. Yon either eith-er love him or you don't There's no in-between." But there waa an In-between. Definitely. Perhapa her grandmother grand-mother had never encountered it, but there waa. When your grandfather, who was the only father you'd ever known, didn't give you any help, either. "It's your life, Terry. I don't know anything about marriage futures fu-tures for you. Isn't in my line. I can weigh Innocence and guilt when I have my Juries and my evidence, that'a all. The only thing I don't want you to do la to make a mietake," Judge Thevor went back to hla newspaper. There waa Ada who, from her long employment with the Trevors 22 yeara in their kitchen was one of the family, too. Ada gave her opinion eagerly without being asked. "You got a fine young man there. Miss Terry. A fine man. Maybe you don't know it but I do. Assistant As-sistant manager of tha Burton Mills he is, and liable to be manager aome day, and who knows what elae?" "There's a man you dont meet up with every day. And If you look around you won't find any other like him In, Fulton City. "Seems to me the last beau you had you couldn't make up your mind about either, and he waa working In his father'a law office, getting 828 a week." So that waa the way It stood, and that waa the way it had stood Four dollars and 20 centa In her purse to show for her four hours and six rubbers of bridge. A truck loomed up ahead and her toea gave an added pressure to the gas to paaa It but whan ahe was by the speedometer showed 80 again. The car ran smoothly at 50. It aeemed to be the speed It liked, the speed that aang happily through its motor, making it purr pleasantly. The top waa down-Terry down-Terry had put it down two months ago when spring was only coming to Fulton City. She liked the wind In her face, whipping at her hair, cool at her throat rippling over her arms. She ' wanted to fling out her arms and embrace the wheel In a careaa. After all the apeed of the car was making the breese the air was very still and warm when you weren't moving, the warmth of a atuffy May midweatarn night Her car. Hera. Its ownership wsa very precious and dear to Terry still "My ear," ahe could aay eaa-ually. eaa-ually. "My car." The pink slip that ahowed It waa here waa in her grandfather's safe, and on the right door were her Initials as if the pink slip wasn't enough. T. T." Neat and small as ahe wished them to be, gold on the ahinlng green of the body. "My car" to differentiate dif-ferentiate it from her grandfather's ahabby coupe which he had driven for 10 yeara, and her grandmother's small proper oldish sedan with Its cut glass flower vase In the ton-Beau. ton-Beau. "My car." Such fun to say that even If Hugh did laugh. Such fun to pretend to argue with him about which car they would use for the evening, his which was a new coupe, or here which he didn't like because he didn't care for pen roadsters. Tonight there wouldn't be any friendly argument however, because Hugh waa bound to be annoyed. A New York comedy hit didnt come to Fulton City every week of the that soon a young man. He couldn't Yet people did die that quickly. Every day ahe read of them dying. dy-ing. Man Struck by Car on Seventh Sev-enth Street. Woman Hit by Truck on Adama. Child Killed by Car on Washington. Washing-ton. Terry Trevor Kills Man on Griffith Street... No! No! Officer Riley who waa In the tonneau with her aaw her body ahaks, aaw her white teeth dig at her red lips. Usually he waa cal-loua cal-loua about accident cases. Put 'em In a police car, take 'em to Jail and book 'em. Young or old, pretty or homely, the aame routine. When you've been on the force for IS yeara you don't make much diatinction between men and women, wo-men, you dont pay any attention to explanations. You simply do your duty. One case like the other. All of thera in the end the same, no matter mat-ter what they aay. Driving too fast not careful enough, failing to stop at street Intersections, Riley knew the explanations by heart, the elaborate explanations. He didn't listen to them much any more, he put down in the little "You'll turn right to the atation, my lad, and make it apeedy. The judge won't be expectin' ua to take her home. He'll be expectin' us to take her to the station and book her like we do everybody else. "I know the judge. I've known him ever since I've been on the force. A atraight guy. a aquare guy. Never asks no favors." "I don't want to get In any trouble" trou-ble" ' "You won't get In any trouble. This young lady ia going to be booked Ilka everybody elae ia, and after ahe'a booked I'm going to call the judge himself, and if he wants to do anything, he can do it. "It'll be up to him. He ain't going to like it though, that ahe'a been In an accident I know him well enough to know that too. Just like I wouldn't like it if my daughter run over a man and maybe may-be killed him." Terry heard that She hadn't beard' what preceded It. "Killed him?" aha asked. "Did I" "Don't know yet. Mlas Trevor. I'll give the Lakeside hospital a buss when we get to the station. They'll take him there. Cioaeat one. Right off Griffith street" It waa nearly when they got to the station, 10 minutea later the Burton Milla in tha repair department de-partment A young man, Terry, but you must have aeen that Twenty-eight Twenty-eight yeara old." "He'll be all right then?" she asked, breathlessly. ."Doctor Webster doesn't know. I called him in on the case he happened hap-pened to be In the hospital when I got there. Yorke's right arm is broken, both his ankle eprained one of them may be broken, the X-rays weren't complete. "He may have a brain concussion concus-sion that can't be determined immediately. im-mediately. He's in bad shape, very bad shape, Webster says." "You know I didn't mean to, grandfather! You know that I" "I know, Terry, but you have Injured a man and you have injured in-jured him severely. You have driving driv-ing too faat You have a habit of driving too faat. "Naturally, you are sorry. Any-: one is sorry when they have hurt a human being, but that aorrow doesn't help put broken bones together, to-gether, repair a life. The dam-age dam-age haa been done. j Will Be Terry's Responsibility "If Jim Yorke Uvea you're going tA be lurkv. You. I aav. because this Is your affair from now on. You're of age. and you struck him. you injured him. "Jim Yorke ia going to be your problem to take care of. He's your responsibility. Do you understand that Terry?" She nodded dully, and Judge Trevor Tre-vor saw that ahe didnt underatand. He gave an Inward algh, and hia handa tightened Imperceptibly on the desk. He waa feeling older than he had ever felt before in his life. Older than his 61 years, "Perhapa I'd better make myself clearer," he continued, a huaky note creeping into his voice. 'This is a serious thine you've done under when the desk sergeant finished with her and Riley took her back to the captain's office to wait for Judge Trevor. The curtain for the third act of "Farewell to Love" waa going up at the Mason theater when Judge Trevor opened the door of Captain Gallishaw'a office at Central police po-lice station. They didn't speak at first Terry waa aitting on the worn leather couch, her handa clasped tightly on her lap, her lips open, her body rigid. Martin Trevor put hia black felt hat on Gallishaw'a desk and quietly quiet-ly took the seat behind the desk. He always felt more comfortable, more at home behind a bench and tha deak of Gallishaw'a would do for hia bench. the law. The law that I weigh every day of my life. "If Jim Yorke should die. you will be charged with manslaughter. The usual sentence for that la from one to five years In the state penitentiary. pen-itentiary. If Jim Yorke Uvea, you are atiU liable for punishment ' "In our state for auch an of-, fenae as you have committed we usually us-ually on the first offense give a Jail sentence of six months, remit ; the Jail term to probation, impose ' a fins of (200, take away the driver's license for the period ot one year. "With you. Terry, It can be no different You ahould know that my position can permit ao favors even to my own granddaughter. "In the morning. I ahall arrange with Judge Rutherford, before whom your case will come, and whom you have known for as many years as I have known him. for the usual procedure. - You- are , Fifteen yeara In a courtroom established es-tablished definite habits that could not be broken, even when your granddaughter was in the dock. He pushed his heavy white hair back with hia hand thia waa a habit too, that he had acquired through the yeara, aa familiar to the lawyers in Fulton City aa hia black felt hat the rather high starched collar he wore, and hia comfortable elastic sided shoes. As familiar as the repose of hta body when his handa were folded in front of him on hia bench. So he folded his handa on Gallishaw'a Gal-lishaw'a desk as he did on his own bench in No. 12. second floor criminal courts building. Folded them and looked at Terry. He tried to see her aa the defendant, impersonally, as he would have |
