Crime Slumps But Liquor Cases Hold Own
Decrease Is
Noted During
Past Few Mos.
Liquor Cases Lead Rowan County
Court Docket By Wide Margin,
Summary Reveals
Despite the depression, hard times
and general unemployment crime
has been on the decrease in Rowan
county during the past few
months. At any rate this is the
indication from the records of the
Rowan County Court, as will be
seen fro ml: he following summary
Month ' Number of Cases
February (1933) -- 109
January (193 3 ) .- 114
December (193^) —- 133
November _,(1932) . 117
October (1932) —- 176
September (1932) - 166
August (1932) 162
July (1932) __- 117i
The largest percentage of cases]
coming before Judge J. Allan;
Dunn appear to be prohibition law:
' violations, traffic violations^ lar- j
ceny and assault cases. In January,
the liquor cases, as usual led the!
docket. Out of 114 cases on Soli-!
citor Charles Price’s docket 46;
cases arose out of prohibition law |
violations. Larceny and receiving
cases were second in^number, being
17. Assault cases Were twelve
in. number. In February, the liquor
cases were 36 in number; larceny
cases 20 and traffic violations 17. j
For the month of February the
following cases were docketed: |
Liquor law violations_36
Larceny and receiving-20 ^
Motor law violations _ 17
Assault with deadly weapons 7
Affray _ 4
Illegal train riding_ 4
Bad check _ 2
Injury to public property — 2
Prison escape _ 2
Carry concealed weapons_ 2
Highway robbery __ 2 :
Reckless driving _ 2j
Bigamy __ 1 j
Assault on female -— II
Simple assault _ 1
THfiTand run firtvmg- 1
Attempt to burn city jail — 1
Violation city ordinance _ t
Burglary - 1
Aiding and abetting —-- 1
Trespass _ 1
Total cases _ 109
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§ By Ruby M. Ayers
Fifteenth Installment
"From Jerry?” She looked sur
prised, and the sudden relief sent
the color rushing back headlong to
her white face. "What did he want
with you? I haven’t seen him for
some time.”
"He came to talk about you.”
"About me ” She shrugged her
shoulders,. "Was he very melodra
matic? Did he beg of you to give
me up and not to ruin his. life?” |
"Something like it.” O’Hara’s
voice sounded thick and unnatural, j
"Something like it.” He caught his.
breath on a hard sound before he’
broke out savagely: "He told me
you were his mistress.”
Barbara stared down at the gray
ash on the end of her cigarette.
His mistress Jerry’s mistress
She wanted to laugh, and she want
ed to cry. It was a lie. Thank God,
it was not the truth, and yet—it
might so very nearly have been.
But it was a lie all the same—
thank God!
The gray ash fell, and she look
ed up into O’Hara’s face.
"Well—what did you say?” she
a.'ked. She was confident of what
le had said; most likely he had
kicked Jdrry downstairs—poor dear
Jerry!
"I told him I should do what 1
have done. I tcld him I should
come straight to ycu and tell you.”
"Oh!” For a moment she fell
paralyzed; this, then, meant that
Dennis believed it—believed it!
She drew her hand from his and
stood up.
"Why have you come to me?”
she asked slowly. "Do you want
me to swear with my hand on the
Bible that I am a spotless saint?”
"No—no.”
"Would you believe me if I did
swear it?”
Dennis fell back from her with
a smothered groan.
"My God, I don’t know. Men
don’t lie about such things.”
# Barbara’s white lipss formed a
question.
"Do they generally talk about
such things?”
He came back to her, his face
white, his eyes tragic.
"It sounded like the truth. I’m
no saint, but you and that man—
my God, Barbara—if it’s true—”
"You mean—you believe that it
is?”
He made no answer, and she said
in a voice that was only so very
still because it was so unutterably
tragic: "Very well, then, go on
believing it.”
Like a woman in a dream she
heard Dennis trying to explain, to
excuse himself, to defend himself.
"I knew the kind of life you
lead. You always knock about with
men. I’ve always heard—it was
Pauline who defended you—al
ways; she would never hear a
tvord.”
Barbara’s stiff lips smiled. "Ah
—Pauline!” The thought of Paul
ine was like a gentle hand laid on a
terrible wound in her heart, and!
yet its very gentleness was agony.1
And Dennis blundered on, his sheer
honesty and distress making every
word an insult.
And Barbara laughed, a harsh
steely laugh that was like a knife
cut in the tragedy of the room.;
"You seem to have had an enter
taining night, altogether. Did you
sit up till the small hours of the
morning tearing me to pieces?” She
caught her breath harshly. "Fine
gentlemen, both of you—and you
both pretend to love me.”
Dennis said fiercely: "I did love
you—God knows I did love you.”
Already in the past! "I did love
you,” not "I do!”
She saw his hand go out to
her, then fall again to his side.
"He swore it! He said he’d been
here with you alone, night after
night—is that the truth?”
"Yes.”
She heard "him sob as" he turned'.
away, and there was as tragic sil-j
ence. Then he came back once|
more.
"That’s nothing—” and she1
knew that he was trying to con-!
vince himself rather than to apoli
gize to her for his suspicions—"it’s j 1
nothing, I know, nowadays. Girls'
aften go to men’s flats—don't!;
they? It isn’t what I should like i
Pauline to do—” j 1
Barbara turned away. "Paul-1;
ine!”
“—But she’s different from1]
rou,” he went on hoarsely. "She’s i
ed such a sheltered life, and you—”!]
rhen suddenly he was gripping her!;
arms with frenzied hands. "Tell';
are—tell me the truth if you've'j
never told it to me before. Tell!<
me!” i
Barbara closed her eyes and |
swayed in his grasp. She Jknew she I
had to speak, to say the word he j 1
prayed to hear, and in a moment!
she would be in his arms again, her'
lead on his shoulder—the divine
•esting place—and yet—
"I’m so wonderfully happy that
want to share my happiness with
,'ou . . . my best friend. Barbara
iarling. . . .”
Poor little Pauline! Poor little
oyal Pauline who believed in her
ind loved her even though she had
>etrayed that love and belief.
And then came a pressing
:hought besieging her, deafening
ter, and refusing to be silenced.
"Now is your chance. To do a
lecent thing—to make up for all
he shabbiness of your life. Let this
nan gc—send him back to his wife
ind to the life that is by rights.”
"God, oh God,” Barbara whis
>ered. She tried to beat down
hat whispering voice, tried not to
lear it. Then she felt Dennis’ face
gainst her shoulder, pressed to it
s if he were an unhappy boy, and
elt his arms folding her closer,
loser. Barbara—if you ever loved
ne . oh, my dear one.”
She tore herself free. She stood
sack against the table, panting a
ittle, white to the lips.
"It’s true,” she said. "It’s true—
vhat Jerry told you. It’s true,
true, true!”
* tr
It seemed such a long time since
he had spoken those words—she
was sure that a whole lifetime had
tome and gone since she tore her
self from Dennis O’Hara’s arms,
and waited for him to speak. She
had not moved her eyes from him
—she knew it might be the last
time she would ever see him, and
she wanted to remember him faith
fully—the obstinate chin and sen
sitive mouth— behind him—and
that was all.
Then presently she found herself
kneeling by the fire and wondering
hopelessly why she could not cry.
She could have kept h im, but she
had let him go. Why?
"Because I’m a damned fool,”
she told herself with shaking lips.
But she knew it waTnot; she knew
it was because of a child she had
once held in her arms for a little
while that she had not found it
possible to injure a child of Paul
ine’s.
- Mellish came to the door.
"Did you call me?” she asked.
"Bring me some brandy, will
you? I’m so cold.”
"There’s a nice fire, too,” Mrs. I
Mellish said.
"Yes,” Barbara agreed. "Bring
the brandy to my bedroom, please.
I’m going out.”
"Ghastly! Ghastly!” she thought
ind hunted for rouge.
Mrs. Mellish brought the brandv.
The honest eyes-^the brown hair,
and the broad shoulders against
which her head had rested for the
nly happy moments she had ever
known.
Barbara smiled a little and held
out her hand.
Although she knew it was all
^ver she felt that she must make
one last appeal to him—an appeal
which she knew would be disre
garded.
"In spite of everything—I’m the
same woman I was last night,
Dennis,” she said.
Afterward she wondered if he
really heard—or if she really spoke.
! She heard him cross the little hall
jopen the front door, and shut i
again.
I "I’m all right. I shan’t be in t<
lunch.”
Out in the street she hailed ;
taxicab and gave the address of :
flat, off Park Avenue.
"If only I didn’t have to go. or
iving,” Barbara thought; then sh<
laughed as she wondered whetheJ
Pauline would ask her to be god
mother to Dennis’s son.
The taxi stopped, and she goi
out and paid the fare; then., with
out hesitating, she walked into
the entrance of the flats. A portei
came forward.
"Can you tell me which flat is
Mr. Stark’s?’’ Barbara assksed.
"The second floor, madam—I’ll
take you up in the lift.”
"Thank you. I’ll walk. I’m not
in a hurry.”
She went slowly up the stone
stairs. Douglas would be surprised
to see ner, or wouian t ner it
didn’t matter much either way—
probably he wouldn’t be up.
She rang the bell and waited.
After a moment her husband’s
manservant came to tjie door.
Barbara said, "Good-morning,
Richards—is Mr. Stark in?”
"Yes, madam—just going out.’’
"I’ll go in. You need not an
nounce me.”
She walked across the hall with
unfaltering step and into the sit
ting room. It smelled of spirits and
cigar smoke and was overheated.
A man stood by the sideboard em
ptying a tumbler.
Barbara said, "Good-morning,
Douglas.”
"God Almighty!”
Douglas Stark was a good-look
ing man, a little puffy under the
:yes, and a little red in the com
plexion.
"What do you want?” he de
manded gruffly, to hide his emo
tion.
"Only to say that—if you—if
k'ou like—I’ll come back—no, no
—” as. he moved toward her.
'Wait. It’s on condition we go
abroad—at once, and travel_for
as long as you like—months—years!
I’m sick of New York. Sick to
death. Well—will you go?1'
"Will I—hell!” He made a sort’
of excited lunge toward her, but
•! she deftly avoided him..
"We’re not married yet, y0u
know. Besides—I hate sentiment.”
i He looked at her admiringly yet
disbeiievingly.
i "You hate sentiment-—pr0hf
. How long is it since a man kissed
you?”
For a moment Barbara waved
: and looked back into the pas_
such a little way back—only to
last night; then she laughed.
"You should know!” she cried.
"It seems like years and years.”
Continued next week
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AWAKENED
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equally surprised at the warm, flower-scented air, at the luxurious
sleeping porch where she lay and at the diamond circlet on her
wedding finger.
Was she married? Was it summer?'Surely the fruit-laden or
ange trees she could see were not in Chicago—this silk
covered bed was not a hospital cot. Yet—the last thing she re
membered was a skidding taxicab on a-sleeting November day in
I Chicago. .
And when a man came and sat on her bed and kissed her good
bye*for a hurried business trip, telling her to be careful after her
fall from her horse the day before, iier mystification was com
plete.
So she was married.
Later she discovered from her toilet article that her initials
are F. L. P. . . . and that the house she lived in was rich—and
beautiful.
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