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Show 1 AMERICAN FORK CITIZEN 5 as as sua I'- -a (0 jgmUB F EVIL Icohen Rv OfTAVITe RAV rnm?rT fcjg WV Continued fK.. back. Her 7 into . straight, L' (pert wc,c Y". E'tober forehead. And r 7. hnuch the mere S'Wt. clarify her ftere'i Just exactly one 4 town who might help Who li L to a tense whisper: bis head I .mn ancrl: the one IfL it the Gardens and W UP D7 D" ' Qci then he'f been loaf-r loaf-r county iwearing be L -i wvenee . . . saying Intend to let any man fill ttt rl 01 uu tMtA long shot." com- UjWurt- But It's tne omy int. Thii bird has lived at U hii life, and he ,npet. And whether or ten enough to play ball still might give us an judicially. "It might i work. Jeff Butler hates imflton. He'd mighty well et i good safe crack at 4 "Babe ain't you goin' fejou mean, strong?" nodi like a killing you're i" at! Didn't Barney Hamu li?" . . but look! If we got hit ibis, they'd fry us. And trtat can Butler do?" U "I don't know. I ain't k be'D do anything. But I LDan, he's our only hope. It man in the county that htj Hamilton and says so. fi n tee him. bbably won't work out, you know. But we got to try ire jou going to suggest to t know the answer to that p. But after I ve talked to h M Creedon'i shoulder, f not you to do is this. iiRuownsiairs ana mosey pn. Find out where Jeff pa ind how to get there." ft, though with visible re- "You ain't being very let And bring Kirk's car pjoucome. I'll be ready." Irntd in forty minutes. "Got "he reported, "and I think I V the place. Let's go." pve east toward Big Moc- fwip. Their road wound wmp. At best, it was p eventually they came to w untouched section of I road-bed reinforced with Niks. Thev were loltprf ed unmercifully on this Wd; their wheels skidded W wndy ruts. Dan Cree- attention to the busi ng, and Babe Henkel a her scat, staring into rtade under the pines.' wrie, desolate country. The Pjhed upon her; so that H- She said. -God! How pa beings live out here?" rt Was nnnarentlv irrl. P"" We'd bettor rail if hsherhead. -No." Then Wean find the nlarv j . They said this was I road." 4ey came to the cabin im oia Negro, repair- IfflClent h:irnr ... . . ui b Dony bit of rope informed was me residence of 1 wtler. shn- n,. -m "Mainly 8, on anolher "Wed from th i F second across the PUnd between cabin and "rTlntio fi "buic appeared "I trot Vlllirh kl- .-j u:- ShS gray eyes blinked ftand he shaded them hnd. When he squint-'"umrrnble squint-'"umrrnble crow's J rs of his eyes, and i! ,wus uPn ns vis-tha vis-tha ir ?sal voic came - -TOvning air "1 tO' rml '00 antu o,..j ..... ' it m-o, - . "awerinn Vh almomfnt 8utieV.- tn ,le '$aicl' Kivclv. hi8 ,e uwalc.h'd xdesi u.u.. 'w""'rn race "he,. '. ' Wi,s lh,nk- 15 infr ll CClKllllrn. "frallN ;.nd cl fell, ws CUI ll ""1 on ti. ii,.. 'ne , ' " " -lr"t- hi.i.. v " 1 'ii- This "-1. lo Is "You here alone, Mr. Butler?" "Yes'm . . Jeff was neither cordial nor hostile. He simply stood there, rocking slightly on the bajlj of his overlarge feet "This is very important," said Babe. "I want to be sure nobody can overhear us." Jeff shrugged. "There ain't nobody- hea h a bouts. " "Good!" Babe lowered her voice. She felt that she understood this man and knew how to handle him. But there was one thing that Babe Henkel did not know. One vitally important thing. Babe Henkel d not know that she was seeking help from the man who had killed Kirk Reynolds! Jeff dragged out three cane-bottomed chairs, and they seated themselves. them-selves. Then Jeff asked, "What you-11 you-11 cravin' to see me about?" Babe hesitated, but only briefly. "It's about' Barney Hamilton." "Yes'm." Jeff was noncommittal "-"He'lrmed"irJrk Reynolds." Jeff swallowed, so that his Adam's Ad-am's apple bobbed up and down alarmingly. His shrewd, weak eyes narrowed and focused speculatively upon the orchidaceous woman opposite. oppo-site. But he betrayed no emotion. He merely said, "You reckon?" "I'm sure of it" A warm glow suffused Jeff. He bad been considerably perturbed since the night be had killed Kirk, and it was pleasing to hear someone declare suspicion of another's guilt So JefT merely said. "He could of," and waited. Babe talked straight "You hate Barney Hamilton, don't you?" "Yes'm. I reckon I do." "He beat you up, didn't he?" "Yes'm. He never give me no chance. Just hit me when I wasn't lookin'." "And you'd like to see him get what's coming to him for killing Mr. Reynolds, wouldn't you?" "Maybe." "Then." said Babe, "you can help If you will." Jeff Butler produced a dirty sack of tobacco and a malodorous pipe. With fingers that were not altogether steady, he tamped the tobacco into the howl and held a match to it He was thinking as swiftly and efficiently as it was possible for him to think. He was wondering whether they suspected the truth, whether they had come out here to trick him ingo damaging admissions. But Babe was tense and eager. Her eyes were wells of black fire. She spoke the name of Barney Hamilton with venom. Jeff said, "How come you'all to look me up?" "Because we hate Barney Hamilton Hamil-ton and we figure you do, too. Maybe May-be we can work together." Jeff grunted and nodded. His face 1 was impassive: stodgily inscrutable. But he was pleased. Fragments of unpleasant recollec tion came to him: the fight with Barney Hamilton, his own ignominious ignomin-ious beating, the drunken stupor from which he had roused himself the following day with head splitting and pride irreparably injured. He had turned back to his jug of raw corn liquor and sought the solitude soli-tude of Big Moccasin Swamp to reflect re-flect upon the indignity which had been put upon him. He had brooded for hours, fanning himself into an unreasoning anger against Barney Hamilton. His meager brain befogged be-fogged by alcohol had concentrated upon this single idea: that his honor had been dragged through the muck. He convinced himself that Cathedral Cathe-dral Gardens was a cesspool of iniquity, iniq-uity, and that any man who destroyed de-stroyed a portion of it would be doing do-ing a fine community service. And so he had cut himself a lightwood knot and had lurched through the swamp that night with the idea of burning the Hamilton home. Of committing com-mitting arson. Of jeopardizing human hu-man life. Of exacting revenge for the beating he had so justifiably suffered suf-fered the previous day. Half stupefied with corn liquor, and finding therein a courage which was not natural, keyed to high pitch by the magnitude of the thing he planned, Jeff Butler had skirted the Gardens and approached the house from the rear. He knew that the family would be in the front of the house, that the Negro servants had left that the Gardens were not then open to tourists at night. Walking stealthily, carrying his lightwood knot making a stern effort ef-fort to control Jagged nerves, reflecting reflect-ing upon the nobility of his enterprise enter-prise . . . and thoroughly terrified, Jeff Butler had come closer and closer to the house. And suddenly, in the darkness, he had collided with a man ! Instinctively he struck at the masculine mas-culine figure before him. There was the bruising impact of fist on flesh; then a snarl from the man who had been hit. A snarl and a Vicious threat. JefT stumbled away. He dropped his lightwood knot and grabbed for his claspknife. At the touch of his thumb the long, keen blade sprung open. The figure of the "'"other m;m came toward him: deadly. im-naciiiR. seeking combat with this man ftnVhad struck first. Jell slashed with his knife. The blade sank home. Scarcely a sound. And not until the body lay still did Jell Butler realize that lie had killed Kirk Reynolds. The instinrt fur concealment prompted jcH to risk detection by dragging Kirk's body to the edge of the lagoon and sliding it Into the black, shallow water. He knew he was taking a desperate chance, but that he figured was better than being recognized en route to his home, and then of having Kirk's body found. He escaped. He slithered away into the shadows of the night He lurched back through the swamps to his home In Big Moccasin. And for hours he drank steadily. He was palsied with fear. And all the next day he drank until someone rode by his place and mentioned that Kirk Reynolds had been murdered, mur-dered, and Jeff had asked, "Who done it?" "Dunno," said his informant "but folks is sayin' it was Barney Hamilton Hamil-ton or either Andy Forrest It sho' is one hell of a mess." Barney Hamlltonl Andy Forrest! Jim Owenbyl For days Jeff had felt his courage returning. Obviously, he had not been seen on that fateful night; obviously, he was not suspected. sus-pected. Well and good. Leave 'em think it was one of them damned arlitocracks . . . though there was always the uncomfortable thought that the popular suspects might be able to prove their Innocence in which event the search would turn elsewhere. So long as no person was convicted, Jeff knew he was in danger. That was Jeff Butler. That was the man to wnom Babe Henkel had "It's gotta work." come for assistance. She was seeking seek-ing to enlist the help of the murderer mur-derer in an effort to avenge the murder. Babe was surprised and pleased with tne rtadiness of Jeff Butler's response. She had hardly anticipated anticipat-ed so eager an alliance. She had sought JefT because the lanky swamp angel was the only person in all Beauregard County whom she knew had reason to hate Barney Hamilton. And she did not know that Jeff was still thinking. He was thinking that if anything happened to Barney Hamilton, the public would be glad enough to consider con-sider the matter closed. If a suspect has beeo executed for murder, the populac does not interest Itself in other suspect?. It is willing enough to accept the fact of punishment as proof of guilt. And so JefT remained willing though cautious. Babe caught Dan Creedon's eye. The gambler nodded and Babe took the him, pressing her advantage. She said. "They'll never do anything any-thing to Barney Hamilton for killing kill-ing Mr Reynolds, will they?" "No ma'am. I reckon they won't, it's only us po' folks that gits punished pun-ished fo things." Then he added hastily, "Fo' things we never done." "1 know Barney killed him. 1 know why Kirk went to the Gardens that night Mr. Dixon knows It too, but he says that ain't evidence. They're not even going to arrest anybody. And they've told me I've got to leave Beverly." "How come, ma'am?" "Because I was a friend of Kirk Reynolds', that's why." "Shuh! They never give nobody a square deal." Babe's voice was hard but persuasive. per-suasive. "You hate Barney Hamilton, Hamil-ton, don't you?" "Yes'm. I sho' do." Well, so do I.' And Tm not going to get out of town without doing something about It." "Yes'm ... A man like him ain't got no right to live. He ought to be lynched . ; ." JetT's voice trailed off. Three pairs of eyes looked startled, in. recognition recogni-tion of the fact that a chance remark re-mark had given them their cue. Jeff repeated, "He outfht to be lynched The idea penetrated. Bahe said, "If the law won't punii-h him- somebody some-body ouht " And she was sirteerc about it. She was convinced that Harney had killed Kirk. And JelT Butler was thinking clearly now. Was Harney Hamilton to Kit tuinK. there wouldn't, nubody never suspeck me of Join' it." The situation wtl sardonic airy perfect Jell was mora than will-ing-he was aager. Babe asked, "Could we?" Jeff nodded. Tottl heahabouts is mighty het up about things. Miss. They say the Gardens was built by the DeviL Preachers been talktn' 'bout how bad things are. An' we never did crave to have no Dam-janks Dam-janks comin' down heab killin' our own folks." Dan Creedon spoke. "Let's talk turkey, BuUer. We've plenty of money, and we're willing to spend It We'll see that you're protected ii anything should go wrong. Have you any friends who will help?" "I reckon so." "Do you hate Barney Hamilton enough to go in on It?" "I ain't got no use for that feller, mister. Not no use-at all." "Then, will you?" Jeff pondered. He saw the future, if Barney were lynched. The public pub-lic would know why . . . that he had been strung up because he had murdered mur-dered Kirk Reynolds. And if anybody any-body had to be punished for the lynching bee, it would ba these two outlanders. Dan Creedon and Babe HenkeL Folks didn't like them nohow. no-how. Jeff said, "I reckon it could be done, ma'am. Us folk's heah in the swamp is God-fearin'. We b'lieve In right an' decency. We all the time say it would be an aye fo' an eye . . . and the law ain't aimin' to take no eye fo' somebody killin' Kirk Reynolds." Babe asked. "Will you do it?" Til try." "When?" "Tomorrow night maybe." Jeff blinked. "But you-all both has got to be there." "I'll be there." said Babe. Jeff was highly pleased. He who had murdered Kirk Reynolds was about to avenge the death of the man he had killed by directing the lynching of an innocent person. Mr. Butler's sense of humor was not highly developed, but this struck him as irresistibly funny. He was grateful to Babe and to this saturnine satur-nine person, Creedon. They were furnishing the Inspiration, the leadership lead-ership . . . and would be the victims vic-tims in case the county became suddenly sud-denly righteous after the lynching. CHAPTER XV Jeff Butler devoted himself, with understandable enthusiasm, to the task of organizing a mob to avenge the murder which he himself had committed. Mr. Butler recognized the value of approach on ethical grounds . . . though he had never heard the word. He knew that for more than a month the swamp angels had been fanned Into a fine frenzy of Indignation against the sins which-ilrere supposedly sup-posedly attributable to i Cathedral Gardens and the owners thereof. He knew that his contemporaries were always responsive to the idea of a moral crusade. Therefore starting with the tellable tell-able Clem Ross Mr. Butler apit the next morning and part of the afternoon visiting a meticulously se lected list of friends. Men who had grievances against the constituted authorities. Men in whom class hatred ha-tred was deeply rooted. He drove from cabin to cabin in a battered old farm-wagon, the wheels of which tilted at crazy angles; and in the back of that wagon was a five-gallon jug of raw corn whiskey. Mr. Butler But-ler was shrewd enough to understand under-stand that liberal draughts of the yellow fluid gave additional persuasiveness persua-siveness to his exhortations. The response was Invariably satisfactory. sat-isfactory. Mr. Butler, in each case, approached the matter circuitously ; taking great pains to keep himself reasonably sober, though not so sober so-ber as to find himself tongue-tied. In certain cases he learned swiftly enough that he had erred in believing believ-ing that these particular gentlemen would be responsive to the idea of a hanging-bee. In other cases he found that violent oratory, accompanied by much more violent whiskey aroused the virtues of his hearers to a point where they insisted upon taking drastic action. Mr. Butler's clinching arguments were, in all cases, identical He impressed upon his listener of Jhe moment the fact that pulpits had been ringing with condemnation of recent Iniquities, he stated that the persons who succeeded in stamping out these evils would have done a divine service; he planted the idea that it was safe legally and morally. moral-ly. He called upon Biblical precedent prece-dent to prove that it was right to destroy evil and reminded his friends that Sodom and Gomorrah had been wiped out with considerable considera-ble loss of life. If then however. Indirectly the Bible approved 'such action, certainly the residents of Big Moccasin Swamp were entitled to conduct themselves in like manner. There is never too preat difficulty In organizing a crusade, nor appreciable appre-ciable trouble in tousipe men of limited lim-ited intelligence, to venture forth hr an effort to Improve the moral tone of the world, particularly when there is no danger attendant upon the enterprise. en-terprise. JefT Butler was shrewd enough to know how to approach his rri'on, keen ertough to understand how" much to say and when to stop saying say-ing it . . . and so. by four o'clock that afternoon they i-iJiimcnced to gather on the doctro! i f Jeff's house where a meal of n vi-brend and sausage cakes nnd i;: ivy had been prepared by an :ineieiit Negro woman. wom-an. The inMil llmsl ci. pipes and chewing tobacco were ruduced. and a new five gallon jut; appeared, filled to the brim witrMjl.se courage. (TO UK COMIM ED) Star Bust "k Making Best of Illness "k U. S. Speeds Releases Chateau to Orphans I Dy Virginia Vole I HOLLYWOOD does not know yet what the European Euro-pean war is going to do to its major industry. The very profitable foreign market ior pictures is out now, of course (it's said that Metro might have made two million dollars dol-lars on "Gone With the Wind" alone). So the picture-makers are going to economize. Then there are the foreign-born stars to consider. SamuelGoldwyn decided not to go ahead with "Raffles" "Raf-fles" because David Niven might be called back to England. Victor McLaglen, Ray Milland and George Brent have all become American citizens; McLaglen got his final papers years ago. Herbert Wilcox and Anna Neagle departed for England, Mr. Wilcox announcing that, because of the war, he would postpone making his proposed pro-posed picture about Bonnie Prince Charlie. Robert Montgomery had to cancel making plans for working in "Busman's Holiday" In England and started for home. Maureen O'Sullivan also had to turn right around and start back to America again, instead of making the picture pic-ture for which she'd gone abroad. If Carole Lombard had to have appendicitis she certainly picked a convenient time for it Of course, production on "Vigil in the Night" was held up. But It gave Brian Aherne time to marry Joan FontaineIncidentally, Fon-taineIncidentally, they had one of CJssWTtiMMMM CAROLE LOMBARD Hollywood's few church weddings and afforded Miss Lombard an opportunity to study nurses and hospital hos-pital procedure at first hand. Of course, in "Vigil of the Night" she plays an English nurse, but the experience was a help anyway. The government requested that release dates on two pictures be advanced. They are "Thunder Afloat," a tale based on the defense of the American coast against submarines sub-marines during the last war, with Wallace Beery and Chester Morris, and "Twenty Thousand Men," an aviation picture full of thrills which It cost a small fortune to stage. Phil Baker had miniature reproductions repro-ductions of his accordion made for the charm bracelets of some of his friends. A manufacturer is responsible respon-sible for launching on a defenseless public one of the most unattractive dolls that it has ever been our fate to see; it's a "Baby Snooks" doll, but we'd say that Fannie Brice had material for a libel suit, if it's supposed sup-posed to look like her. Benay Venuta, the radio singer, still corresponds with Myrna Loy, though it's years since they met. At that time they danced side by side in the chorus at Grauman's Chinese theater, we're told. Two dramatic serials will take over the Thursday evening hour that has belonged to Rudy Vallee for so long. The first half hour will feature fea-ture "One Man's Family," that ace among radio serials; the second will be taken by "Those We Love." Madeleine Carroll, who returned recently from Europe, has turned over her SOe-year-eld chateaa near Paris Jto the Sister of the Poor, for the shelter of orphans evacuated from the city. RAISE SEAT WITH A 4" CUSHION REMOVE PROJECTIONS ACROSS TOP PAD" BACK BEFORE MAKING SUP COVER IT ' T Til ii D SAW OFF ROCKERS New life for an old rocker TPHERE were rocking chairs x hanging from the ceiling of a certain second-hand furniture store. "Nobody wants them any more," mourned the dealer. "I'd sell any one you sea for 50 cents." The little bride with me promptly chose one. Perhaps she would paint it for the porch, but I should have known better. What she actually did is shown here in the sketch. The result was the small but comfortable, modern mod-ern looking chair at the upper left The bride raided mother's attic for two things that went into the making of this chair., One was an old quilt that she used to pad the back. The other was feathers from an old bolster which were used to stuff a seat cushion tightly so that it would raise the seat which had been lowered by removing re-moving the rockers. Cotton basted to muslin could have been used for the back padding and cotton substitute for the cushion filling. The new sewing book by Mrs. Spears contains 32 other useful homemaking ideas, with all directions di-rections clearly illustrated. You will be delighted with it. The price is only 10 cents postpaid. Enclose coin, with name and address, ad-dress, to Mrs. Spears, 210 S. Des-plaln.es Des-plaln.es St., Chicago, 111., and book will come to you by return mail. 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