Memphis World Memphis World Publishing Co. 1958-09-13 Thaddeus T. Stokes MEMPHIS WORLD AMERICAN'S STANDARD RACE JOURNAL The South's Oldest and Leading Colored Semi-Weekly Newspaper Published by MEMPHIS WORLD PUBLISHING CO. Every WEDNESDAY and SATURDAY at 546 BEALE — Ph. JA. 6-4030 Member of SCOTT NEWSPAPER SYNDICATE W. A. Scott, II, Founder; C. A. Scott General Manager Entered in the Post Office at Memphis, Tenn., as second-class mail under the Act of Congress, March 1, 1870 THADDEUS T. STOKES Managing Editor SMITH FLEMING Circulation Manager SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Year $5.00 — 6 Months $3.00 — 3 Months $1.50 (In Advance) The MEMPHIS WORLD is an independent newspaper — non-sectarian and non-partisan, printing news unbiasedly and supporting those things it believes to be of interest to its readers and opposing those things against the interest of its readers. "The Stride Toward Freedom" Atlanta born Martin Luther King, Jr., in his new book "Stride Toward Freedom" adds another star to the constellation of brilliant authors whose gripping opinions of the day are molding sentiment, on the current issues and doings of the time. Dr. King, who won his Ph.D., HI his early twenties is well and widely known for his non-violent activities, in dealing with the new order now so distasteful on many a horizon. His book, challenging and gripping in its narration, for the most is "Mrs. Rosa Parks, too tired to remain standing with plenty of seats available." Dr. King is a preacher; proud to be it; his grandfather and father before him were preachers and hence he comes of al preaching line. But he is more than a preacher as such; he is a civic contender and in addition to being a "voice crying in the wilderness, prepare ye the way of the Lord — and make it straight" he has risen high in the councils of world statesmanship. His book is simple and down to earth in its exposures, there is not a single discordant note in the whole fabric unless one would call the right to live; free circulation in a free society and a more handsome and becoming presentation of the American form of government as prescribed by the Constitution of the United States, discordant. While this would fall far short of a review, it might be interesting to state that his new book which tells the "Montgomery Story" begins with a first experience in segregation as a boy in Atlanta. This would take a business turn because it involves an incident in which his father took him to a store in Atlanta to buy shoes, and while they were sitting comfortably waiting their turn, the salesman courteously asked that they remove to a place provided for colored customers. His father protested this by going elsewhere to buy shoes. No doubt this incident clung to the lintels of his self respect and pride until it finally came to flower in another clime in which Mrs. Rosa Parks would no longer be a mere seamstress standing on a bus while there were plenty of seats available. Dr. King has made a laudable contribution, not only with his life, but in the volume of his written pages. The Staff Bows In Sorrow Snatched untimely from life's busy chain, Be it said, they did not live in vain. The Atlanta Daily World family is bowed in sorrow upon the drowning of two faithful employees in Chennault Lake Sunday afternoon. These men, Anno Hargrove, Sr. and Harry Ramsey, had worked in the mechanical department for 24 and 17, years respectively. They had excellent records and were loyal and dependable employees. Anno Hargrove was night foreman while Harry Ramsey was a stereotyper. Both were married men and had families and it is certain that the sympathy of all their fellow workers attends these families in this hour of their sad bereavement. The drowning victims often went fishing together and it was on such a mission in a boat when they met their untimely deaths. But this was perhaps their first time to use a boat. This tragedy in a lake would serve timely warning on those who love the water, to at all times be on guard. Presbyterian Church continue to press their cause lawfully, in the spirit of their great Christian tradition. Finally, we recognize that all of us, white and Negro, North and South, are individuals under the judgement of God. None of us is without sin. Today is not a crucial time in the South alone. It is a crucial time for all of us to examine our own consciences, and to go forward without evading, the most painful duties—even Federal police action in Little Rock if need be. As Christians, as democratic citizens, and as members of the human race, let us avoid the blind alleys of racism and massive resistance to the fundamental principles of Christianity and the law of the land. The eyes of the world are upon us Let us therefore have the courage to understand one another, and go forward together on the path of cooperation and brotherhood." SOME FUN! GENUINE COFFEE FUMES "THAT'S THE ONLY WAY HE ENJOYS USED-OVER COFFEE GROUNDS!" ELEPHANT IS CULPRIT A Spanish tourist couple received official certification Wednesday that an elephant ate their passports. Police said the couple, who was not identified, lest their passports and some money when Michaline, a Vincennes Zoo elephant, reached out and grabbed the women's hand bag. FATHER FOURTH TIME Cleveland outfielder Larry Doby became a father for the fourth time Tuesday when his wife, Mary, gave birth to a 7-pound, 2½-ounce girl. ENTERS NEW FIELD Hallmark cards announced Friday ft will produce greeting cards in a foregin language-Spanish for the first time in its 50 year history They will be introduced along with gift wrappings and party Hems in Puerto Rico, Cuba Bahama, in Peru, the Dominican Republic, Venezuela Guatemala, El Salvado and Costa Rica. TRAGEDY AT CKENNAULT LAKE— These two scenes show (top) recovery of the body of Harry Ramsey from an Atlanta lake Monday morning, and the placing of that body on a stretcher by funeral home employes. Mr. Ramsey's body was recovered sometime after that of Anno Hargrove, Sr., had been removed from the lake. Both had been fishing in the lake Isle Sunday night when a boat apparently capsized. They were Atlanta Daily World employees. (See story on page 8.) Two World Employees operator, reportedly left Ramsey's the Red Oak Fire Department. Dets. Smith and Browning reported Hargrove's body was found about 40 feet from the bank and the other victim was found, about home at about 4 p.m. on a fishing expedition. They had been on fishing trips together on previous occasion, relatives said. Mrs. Thelma Marshall, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Hargrove, said her mother went to the lake shortly after 4:30 p.m. and saw the two men getting into a boat. She reportedly waved to them and returned home. She said she expected her husband home soon, Mrs. Marshall stated. B. Q. Chennault, of 76 Howard Rd. N. W., owner of the lake, told police that at about 6:30 p. m. Sunday he told Hargrove and Ramsey they would have to stop fishing because it was getting dark. He quoted them as saying they would fish a while longer and then stop. Chennault said he left the lake. Among Mr. Hargrove's survivors are: Mrs. Mary Hargrove, wife; Mrs Thelma Marshall, daughter. Anno Hargrove, Jr., son; Isom Hargrove, lather; Mrs. Norma Morgan, of Americus, Ga., sister; Jimmy Hargrove, of Americus, brother, Otis Hargrove, of Americus, brother. Among Mr. Ramsey's survivors are: Mrs. Cecelia Ramsey, wife; Gregory Dwight, Cecil Roderick, Anna Collette, and Harry Lee Ramsey, Jr., children; Robert Ramsey, Jr., and Phillip Ramsey, both of Atlanta, and Isaac Ramsey of Norfolk. Va., brothers. 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About 45 students, compared with about 63 Friday, stood on the Frisco Railroad tracks behind Van Buren High Monday before the last bell rang. Part of them broke away and with their parents beside them, returned to classes. Twenty - eight remained after school started. George Hudgins, 16, a Negro honor student, has left Van Buren and registered in a segregated school in Dardenelle, Ark., Kelley reported. "I'm sorry to lose him, Kelley said. "He was a level - headed fellow. He kept things calm among the others" Hudgins was listed among the plaintiffs in Tate's suit. The others, all Negro students, are Thomas Leroy and Joe David Banks, Freddy Eugene Bell and Nathaniel, Ernestine and Leroy Norwood. Mrs. Georgia Bell, 70 Freddy Bell's grandmother, said she got the impression from the Negro students that they don't intend to return to school until they "get a decision from the judge." RETURN TO CLASSES the NAACP to integrate the high school gradually. About 45 students, compared with about 63 Friday, stood on the Frisco Railroad tracks behind Van Buren High Monday before the last bell rang. Part of them broke away and with their parents beside them, returned to classes. Twenty - eight remained after school started. George Hudgins, 16, a Negro honor student, has left Van Buren and registered in a segregated school in Dardenelle, Ark., Kelley reported. "I'm sorry to lose him, Kelley said. "He was a level - headed fellow. He kept things calm among the others" Hudgins was listed among the plaintiffs in Tate's suit. The others, all Negro students, are Thomas Leroy and Joe David Banks, Freddy Eugene Bell and Nathaniel, Ernestine and Leroy Norwood. Mrs. Georgia Bell, 70 Freddy Bell's grandmother, said she got the impression from the Negro students that they don't intend to return to school until they "get a decision from the judge." School Cases riding buses 30 to 50 miles to schools in other counties. In Alexandria, Arlington County and Richmond there was no breakthrough in the color barrier but federal judges made it clear that the arrangement was only temporary. Everything, appeared to hinge on the Supreme Court's decision, possibly later in the on the integration stay granted Little Rock. Ark,, by a circuit court. Almost unnoticed because of the crises in Virginia and Arkansas, schools in Nashville. Tenn., began their second year of mixed classes, with the second grade joining the first grade in taking the big step. About 30 Negroes began classes in previously all-white grammar schools without incident. It was "just like a Sunday school class" said one teacher. This was in contrast to a year ago when angry crowds demonstrated at the schools and one school building was blown up at night. The new back-to-school crisis included these other developments: NEW ORLEANS—U. S. District Judge Herbert Christenberry issued a preliminary injunction to prevent discrimination against Negroes at the new branch of Louissiana State University in New Orleans. A Negro attorney said he would advise some 80 qualified Negroes to register for undergraduate work. Negroes are already attending the graduate school of LSU's main campus in Baton Rouge. The state was reported alarming to seek a suspension of the New Orleans order through the U. S. Circuit Court of Appeals there. VAN BUREN, Ark.—About half of 60 white students returned to class after anti-integration strike. None of 13 Negroes who enrolled last week were in school Monday. The National Assn., for the Advancement of Colored People sued in Federal Court to make Van Buren School Board enforce order and preserve the Negro students' constitutional rights. NORTH LITTLE ROCK, Ark. — High school opened on segregated basis with police on hand. Crowds pothered, on corners nearby after rumors were spread that Negroes would attempt to enroll as they did last year. No Negroes prepared. INJUNCTION AT LSU riding buses 30 to 50 miles to schools in other counties. In Alexandria, Arlington County and Richmond there was no breakthrough in the color barrier but federal judges made it clear that the arrangement was only temporary. Everything, appeared to hinge on the Supreme Court's decision, possibly later in the on the integration stay granted Little Rock. Ark,, by a circuit court. Almost unnoticed because of the crises in Virginia and Arkansas, schools in Nashville. Tenn., began their second year of mixed classes, with the second grade joining the first grade in taking the big step. About 30 Negroes began classes in previously all-white grammar schools without incident. It was "just like a Sunday school class" said one teacher. This was in contrast to a year ago when angry crowds demonstrated at the schools and one school building was blown up at night. The new back-to-school crisis included these other developments: NEW ORLEANS—U. S. District Judge Herbert Christenberry issued a preliminary injunction to prevent discrimination against Negroes at the new branch of Louissiana State University in New Orleans. A Negro attorney said he would advise some 80 qualified Negroes to register for undergraduate work. Negroes are already attending the graduate school of LSU's main campus in Baton Rouge. The state was reported alarming to seek a suspension of the New Orleans order through the U. S. Circuit Court of Appeals there. VAN BUREN, Ark.—About half of 60 white students returned to class after anti-integration strike. None of 13 Negroes who enrolled last week were in school Monday. The National Assn., for the Advancement of Colored People sued in Federal Court to make Van Buren School Board enforce order and preserve the Negro students' constitutional rights. NORTH LITTLE ROCK, Ark. — High school opened on segregated basis with police on hand. Crowds pothered, on corners nearby after rumors were spread that Negroes would attempt to enroll as they did last year. No Negroes prepared. Ask Little Rock quate to handle any situations that might arise in the Arkansas city. It had been known for some time that the Justice Department had been recruiting marshals for possible duty at Little Rock. Rogers letters made it official that the marshal's office would be beefed up temporarily. Rogers, apparently seeking to dispel some of the bad feeling created y federal intervention and the dispatch of troops to Little Rock last year, said it was important that the expansion of the U.S. marshal's office not be "misconstrued or misunderstood by anyone." "It is not the purpose of the marshal to assume, substitute for, or in any way intrude upon the primary responsibility of the state and its subdivisions to maintain peace and order," he said. Justice Department officials would not say whether Rogers' letters bore President Eisenhower's approval. However, Rogers conferred with the President last Saturday, the day before the letters were sent, and presumably showed them to the President. Rogers said in his letter to City Manager Dauley that the Justice Department and its Little Rock agents "are ready to cooperate fully with the city of Little Rock and the Little Rock police" in keeping the peace. Rogers told Dauley that the U. S. marshal and other federal officers are ready to confer with him at his "earliest convenience" in an, effort to "work out mutually satisfactory plans within our areas of responsibility." The Supreme Court is scheduled to hold a second round of hearings Thursday on appeal from a Federal Appeal Court decision which overturned a lower court order which would have suspended integration at Central High, for 2½ years. The justices are expected to hand down a decision soon thereafter. The Little Rock School Board told the high court in a brief Monday that another integration attempt in the face of present high feelings would result only in "bedlam, turmoil and chaos." The board also charged that Congress and the executive branch had "displayed little willingness" to assist in the integration process. It said there was serious question whether the courts could cope with the situation alone. CONFERRED WITH PRESIDENT quate to handle any situations that might arise in the Arkansas city. It had been known for some time that the Justice Department had been recruiting marshals for possible duty at Little Rock. Rogers letters made it official that the marshal's office would be beefed up temporarily. Rogers, apparently seeking to dispel some of the bad feeling created y federal intervention and the dispatch of troops to Little Rock last year, said it was important that the expansion of the U.S. marshal's office not be "misconstrued or misunderstood by anyone." "It is not the purpose of the marshal to assume, substitute for, or in any way intrude upon the primary responsibility of the state and its subdivisions to maintain peace and order," he said. Justice Department officials would not say whether Rogers' letters bore President Eisenhower's approval. However, Rogers conferred with the President last Saturday, the day before the letters were sent, and presumably showed them to the President. Rogers said in his letter to City Manager Dauley that the Justice Department and its Little Rock agents "are ready to cooperate fully with the city of Little Rock and the Little Rock police" in keeping the peace. Rogers told Dauley that the U. S. marshal and other federal officers are ready to confer with him at his "earliest convenience" in an, effort to "work out mutually satisfactory plans within our areas of responsibility." The Supreme Court is scheduled to hold a second round of hearings Thursday on appeal from a Federal Appeal Court decision which overturned a lower court order which would have suspended integration at Central High, for 2½ years. The justices are expected to hand down a decision soon thereafter. The Little Rock School Board told the high court in a brief Monday that another integration attempt in the face of present high feelings would result only in "bedlam, turmoil and chaos." The board also charged that Congress and the executive branch had "displayed little willingness" to assist in the integration process. It said there was serious question whether the courts could cope with the situation alone. DECISION EXPECTED quate to handle any situations that might arise in the Arkansas city. It had been known for some time that the Justice Department had been recruiting marshals for possible duty at Little Rock. Rogers letters made it official that the marshal's office would be beefed up temporarily. Rogers, apparently seeking to dispel some of the bad feeling created y federal intervention and the dispatch of troops to Little Rock last year, said it was important that the expansion of the U.S. marshal's office not be "misconstrued or misunderstood by anyone." "It is not the purpose of the marshal to assume, substitute for, or in any way intrude upon the primary responsibility of the state and its subdivisions to maintain peace and order," he said. Justice Department officials would not say whether Rogers' letters bore President Eisenhower's approval. However, Rogers conferred with the President last Saturday, the day before the letters were sent, and presumably showed them to the President. Rogers said in his letter to City Manager Dauley that the Justice Department and its Little Rock agents "are ready to cooperate fully with the city of Little Rock and the Little Rock police" in keeping the peace. Rogers told Dauley that the U. S. marshal and other federal officers are ready to confer with him at his "earliest convenience" in an, effort to "work out mutually satisfactory plans within our areas of responsibility." The Supreme Court is scheduled to hold a second round of hearings Thursday on appeal from a Federal Appeal Court decision which overturned a lower court order which would have suspended integration at Central High, for 2½ years. The justices are expected to hand down a decision soon thereafter. The Little Rock School Board told the high court in a brief Monday that another integration attempt in the face of present high feelings would result only in "bedlam, turmoil and chaos." The board also charged that Congress and the executive branch had "displayed little willingness" to assist in the integration process. It said there was serious question whether the courts could cope with the situation alone. Fretting and anxiety are words which characterize our times. In many ways people today are anxious about many things. It seems that the objectives which are set before us destroy in no little way, the sense of being in step with the real ongoing of life. Every day we meet those who because of much fretting about tomorrow are weighted down with care and heavy concern. It was in just such a brooding that the Reverend Mr. Very Good began his early morning walk amid the quiet and hush of a garden of growing things. The prospoets of the day ahead were frightening to consider. It was appointment after, appointment. Ahead of him were two important meetings the outcome of which could affect his entire future. And it was this inner disturbance caused by anxiety which led him hurriedly to find the stabilizing experience of meditation for calm and poise. As he walked it seemed that his mind could not relax and find the inspiration he generally found in his books of devotions. It seemed that every step he took only excited the fretting which lay hold upon his mind This he felt was one of those days when the spirit was at low ebb and possibly All he could do was to wait and remember in patience that the clouds always pass. Then it was that his troubled attention was attracted to a large clump of shrubbery which lay along the way. The thought came slowly but surely and in a minute his mind was attune to the witness which the silent foliage was making before his very eyes. Suddenly there was an insight of the fact of growth in what appeared to be the still quirt presence of the shrubbery as he stood amid them. Yes, that was true, he said to himself, these growing things are not just there they are growing, they are about the creative purposes of their existence. Yet they fret not, they appear so still, yet underneath they are alive with growth. They are so busy yet they are so calm. And strange it was but greatly welcomed, the fretting spirit of the Reverend Mr. Very Good, quietly relaxed and a part of the spirit of the growing things which gave witness of being in step with life. This is one of the blessings of seeking the quiet and solace of flowers and trees, for they convey by their presence the pace of life which if we would live fully we too must find and know. It was in this regard that Jesus spoke to the troubled minds of people in his day when he said, "Considei the lilies how they grow." There is amazing evidence that the universe offers us a rhythm and a pace which is its very own. Yet life can be so busy yetit is so still and calm. One of our basic needs in this age of "speedup," is to become acquainted with nature and the store house of peace which it affords for the troubled mind. Nature has its own tranquilizers for quieting the troubled spirit. So frequently we think of a walk in the woods, quiet hour working with flowers as being an experience for the day off or something to do when on vacation. Yet the calming which nature's presence affords is a daily necessity. The gospel narratives relate that Jesus frequently retired to a mountainside for prayer. In many of the impressive scenes of the gospel Jesus is pictured as walking alone along the country side. There was in nature for Jesus am open door of communication with God which gave him power and strength. The Reverend Mr. Very Good walked through the garden gate back into the world of ringing telephones, discordant voices and the push and pull of City life. As he entered a meeting which had caused him concern, he silently prayed, "Lord help me to keep in step with the growing things and not to be sucked into the maddening pace of the world." SPIRIT AT LOW EBB Fretting and anxiety are words which characterize our times. In many ways people today are anxious about many things. It seems that the objectives which are set before us destroy in no little way, the sense of being in step with the real ongoing of life. Every day we meet those who because of much fretting about tomorrow are weighted down with care and heavy concern. It was in just such a brooding that the Reverend Mr. Very Good began his early morning walk amid the quiet and hush of a garden of growing things. The prospoets of the day ahead were frightening to consider. It was appointment after, appointment. Ahead of him were two important meetings the outcome of which could affect his entire future. And it was this inner disturbance caused by anxiety which led him hurriedly to find the stabilizing experience of meditation for calm and poise. As he walked it seemed that his mind could not relax and find the inspiration he generally found in his books of devotions. It seemed that every step he took only excited the fretting which lay hold upon his mind This he felt was one of those days when the spirit was at low ebb and possibly All he could do was to wait and remember in patience that the clouds always pass. Then it was that his troubled attention was attracted to a large clump of shrubbery which lay along the way. The thought came slowly but surely and in a minute his mind was attune to the witness which the silent foliage was making before his very eyes. Suddenly there was an insight of the fact of growth in what appeared to be the still quirt presence of the shrubbery as he stood amid them. Yes, that was true, he said to himself, these growing things are not just there they are growing, they are about the creative purposes of their existence. Yet they fret not, they appear so still, yet underneath they are alive with growth. They are so busy yet they are so calm. And strange it was but greatly welcomed, the fretting spirit of the Reverend Mr. Very Good, quietly relaxed and a part of the spirit of the growing things which gave witness of being in step with life. This is one of the blessings of seeking the quiet and solace of flowers and trees, for they convey by their presence the pace of life which if we would live fully we too must find and know. It was in this regard that Jesus spoke to the troubled minds of people in his day when he said, "Considei the lilies how they grow." There is amazing evidence that the universe offers us a rhythm and a pace which is its very own. Yet life can be so busy yetit is so still and calm. One of our basic needs in this age of "speedup," is to become acquainted with nature and the store house of peace which it affords for the troubled mind. Nature has its own tranquilizers for quieting the troubled spirit. So frequently we think of a walk in the woods, quiet hour working with flowers as being an experience for the day off or something to do when on vacation. Yet the calming which nature's presence affords is a daily necessity. The gospel narratives relate that Jesus frequently retired to a mountainside for prayer. In many of the impressive scenes of the gospel Jesus is pictured as walking alone along the country side. There was in nature for Jesus am open door of communication with God which gave him power and strength. The Reverend Mr. Very Good walked through the garden gate back into the world of ringing telephones, discordant voices and the push and pull of City life. As he entered a meeting which had caused him concern, he silently prayed, "Lord help me to keep in step with the growing things and not to be sucked into the maddening pace of the world." RHYTHM AND PACE Fretting and anxiety are words which characterize our times. In many ways people today are anxious about many things. It seems that the objectives which are set before us destroy in no little way, the sense of being in step with the real ongoing of life. Every day we meet those who because of much fretting about tomorrow are weighted down with care and heavy concern. It was in just such a brooding that the Reverend Mr. Very Good began his early morning walk amid the quiet and hush of a garden of growing things. The prospoets of the day ahead were frightening to consider. It was appointment after, appointment. Ahead of him were two important meetings the outcome of which could affect his entire future. And it was this inner disturbance caused by anxiety which led him hurriedly to find the stabilizing experience of meditation for calm and poise. As he walked it seemed that his mind could not relax and find the inspiration he generally found in his books of devotions. It seemed that every step he took only excited the fretting which lay hold upon his mind This he felt was one of those days when the spirit was at low ebb and possibly All he could do was to wait and remember in patience that the clouds always pass. Then it was that his troubled attention was attracted to a large clump of shrubbery which lay along the way. The thought came slowly but surely and in a minute his mind was attune to the witness which the silent foliage was making before his very eyes. Suddenly there was an insight of the fact of growth in what appeared to be the still quirt presence of the shrubbery as he stood amid them. Yes, that was true, he said to himself, these growing things are not just there they are growing, they are about the creative purposes of their existence. Yet they fret not, they appear so still, yet underneath they are alive with growth. They are so busy yet they are so calm. And strange it was but greatly welcomed, the fretting spirit of the Reverend Mr. Very Good, quietly relaxed and a part of the spirit of the growing things which gave witness of being in step with life. This is one of the blessings of seeking the quiet and solace of flowers and trees, for they convey by their presence the pace of life which if we would live fully we too must find and know. It was in this regard that Jesus spoke to the troubled minds of people in his day when he said, "Considei the lilies how they grow." There is amazing evidence that the universe offers us a rhythm and a pace which is its very own. Yet life can be so busy yetit is so still and calm. One of our basic needs in this age of "speedup," is to become acquainted with nature and the store house of peace which it affords for the troubled mind. Nature has its own tranquilizers for quieting the troubled spirit. So frequently we think of a walk in the woods, quiet hour working with flowers as being an experience for the day off or something to do when on vacation. Yet the calming which nature's presence affords is a daily necessity. The gospel narratives relate that Jesus frequently retired to a mountainside for prayer. In many of the impressive scenes of the gospel Jesus is pictured as walking alone along the country side. There was in nature for Jesus am open door of communication with God which gave him power and strength. The Reverend Mr. Very Good walked through the garden gate back into the world of ringing telephones, discordant voices and the push and pull of City life. As he entered a meeting which had caused him concern, he silently prayed, "Lord help me to keep in step with the growing things and not to be sucked into the maddening pace of the world." JAMES KEENE'S powerful new novel JUSTICE, MY BROTHER! © Copyright 1957, by James Keene; reprinted by permission of the novel's publisher, House Inc.: distributed by King Features Syndicate. IN MY MIND a plan formed to Jar Cord off balance I said. "I just talked to Edna. She hadn't seen you either, Cord." He, looked at me blankly but, I noticed, very carefully. Bill Hageman said. "Maybe you just wanted us to think you were in town when all the time you were over to Heck Overland's place putting three bullets in his chest." Bill smiled a little; I wondered where he got the nerve. "You see, Smoke and I only missed you by a few minutes. Cord. You were runnin' out the front door while we was stumblin around m the back. But we buried Heck good and proper." Never in my life had I seen Cord's face so colorless, or his expression so tight. He looked at Bill Hageman and then at me. "Just what is it you two pure people intend to do?" "See that you don't go anywhere until Marshal Ledbetter gets back." I said. "We sent a telegram telling him that he's got the wrong nun." While I spoke, I wondered from what well my calmness poured; I seemed to have no feeling of emotion. I suppose this was a reflection of Cord, a man without compassion or love. Cord said. "You two are too nosey for your own good." "You rustled my cattle," Bill said flatly. "Am I denying it?" Cord's voice was soft "And others too. Those ranchers south of here have been blaming it on the Indians." He leaned slightly forward. "The trouble with you. Bill, is that you re shiftless Without ambition you'll never amount to a damned thing" "You think you'll ever amount to anything?" Bill asked. "I'm the biggest man you'll ever see." Cord said. He glanced at each of us "Look at yourselves, sitting there scared to death." I'm not denying I'm scared." Bill said "I'm scared when I find a rattlesnake in my blankets too." He straightened and dropped his right hand to his lap. "Cord, if you leave this room, then you'll have to leave two more dead men behind. "That might not be hard to do." Cord said He looked at me. "I told yon once about never crossing me. Smoke. You wouldn't listen. "Was Overland putting the squeeze on you. Cord?" Bill asked. I looked at Cord and knew that Bill had the answer. "You never liked to nave anyone push you, did you Cord? What did Heck want? A little of the money? Wasn't me cut Dig enough?" "Heck liked to talk," Cord said. "And he could say the, wrong things. That made me nervous." He pushed his stein toward me. "You want to draw me a fresh beer. Smoke?" "Draw your own." I said. He laughed and got up, going behind the bar; I realized then what a position my foolish pride had put Bill and me into. Behind the bar, with his hands out of sight. Cord was In an ideal spot in case he wanted to shoot two people. He must have guessed what was going on in my mind, for he laughed. "Got you two boxed good, ain't I?" Then because he was Cord O'Dare and proud and full of confidence, he came back to the table and sat down, placing the odds even again. "Overland made a mistake." His glance touched me. "And you made a bigger one by talking to the judge. He might come back, figuring that if Heck lied once, then he might still be lying." He shook his head. "You see. I wasn't there the night Wade Everett was hung. I left right after Luther did." He paused, his brows wrinkled. "Heck said he'd talk unless he got some money. He got lead instead and I could have got away with it. Hell, it would have been weeks before anyone found him." "But it wasn't weeks," Bill Hageman reminded him. "You're right there." Cord said. His eyes played back and forth from Bill to me. Then he held up his fingers less than an inch apart "I came that close to getting away with it, didn't I?" I kept watching Cord, still trying to understand him. "You let Luther take the blame. You never lifted a finger to help him." "Oh, that's not so." Cord said. "I hired a lawyer for him, the stupidest damn fool in Guthrie. What the hell is Luther anyway? A leaner. You move away from him and he falls down, then cries until you pick him up." "Maybe it's because you never gave him a chance to stand up," I Said. "Or is it because you molded him into a weak-spined nothing just to see if you could do it?" "I enjoyed it, Cord said. "You hate us, don't you. Cord? Me, Ma, all of us." The pretended gaiety fled from his expression and his eyes turned slate-hard. "Hate you No. How can you hate miserable, leaning, crawling bloodsuckers?" "That includes Ma," I said. "No." he said. "I love Ma. She's got faith. Smoke. Faith like a dog, the kind that never dies. A. man needs that In a woman, but I've never found It In any other." "Then you'd better cake a look toward the hotel," I said. "Because over there is a woman who's lost that faith, Cord. Ma knows, what you are. Maybe she won't admit it now, even to herself, but she sees the rottenness." He hit me men, knocking me clean out of the chair. I skidded on the sawdust-covered floor and banged Into the legs pt a table, breaking one off and bringing the whole thing down on top of me. A loud bell started tolling in my head, but this faded, leaving only an ache in my jaw. Bill Hageman was sitting stiffly. I said. "Now we know him like Overland did, and you know what Cord had to do to him." I rolled clear of the table, hoping to distract Cord so Bill could draw. I may have succeeded, but not enough, although I made Cord hurry. Bill's .38-40 was just clearing leather when Cord tipped up his holster and shot Bill's gunthumped when it hit the floor, then he just flowed down after it as though his bones were turning to water. When I started to get up, Cord said, "Stay there on your hands and knees. Smoke. If you think I won't put a bullet in you, then you think wrong." He was telling me the truth and I knew it; Cord would kill me as quickly and easily as he would a bad horse. So I stayed there on my hands and knees, not looking at him; I couldn't look at him any more. He moved to the door, then stopped as Julie Hageman came out of the hotel across the street. "Bill?" she called. "Where are you, Bill?" In the silence her-voice was clear-toned and strong. I heard Cord leave Lanahan's porch with a rush and jumped to my feet, pumping after him. I banged out, then came to a sudden halt Cord had crossed the street and was standing near Julie, smiling in his old way. "Have you seen Bill?" she asked. "I heard a shot a I came down the stairs." "So did L" Cord said. "That's why I came put, to investigate." I found my voice at last and yelled, "Run, Julie! Get away from him!" What I said certainly didn't make sense to her, but the tone was unmistakably urgent She gave Cord a shocked look then whirled to run, but he caught her neatly. He had the strength to hold her and he turned so that she was between us. "Smoke, get back now!." he thundered. Built-up passion and a gun battle bring "Justice, My Broth to a conclusion tomorrow. CHAPTER 35 © Copyright 1957, by James Keene; reprinted by permission of the novel's publisher, House Inc.: distributed by King Features Syndicate. IN MY MIND a plan formed to Jar Cord off balance I said. "I just talked to Edna. She hadn't seen you either, Cord." He, looked at me blankly but, I noticed, very carefully. Bill Hageman said. "Maybe you just wanted us to think you were in town when all the time you were over to Heck Overland's place putting three bullets in his chest." Bill smiled a little; I wondered where he got the nerve. "You see, Smoke and I only missed you by a few minutes. Cord. You were runnin' out the front door while we was stumblin around m the back. But we buried Heck good and proper." Never in my life had I seen Cord's face so colorless, or his expression so tight. He looked at Bill Hageman and then at me. "Just what is it you two pure people intend to do?" "See that you don't go anywhere until Marshal Ledbetter gets back." I said. "We sent a telegram telling him that he's got the wrong nun." While I spoke, I wondered from what well my calmness poured; I seemed to have no feeling of emotion. I suppose this was a reflection of Cord, a man without compassion or love. Cord said. "You two are too nosey for your own good." "You rustled my cattle," Bill said flatly. "Am I denying it?" Cord's voice was soft "And others too. Those ranchers south of here have been blaming it on the Indians." He leaned slightly forward. "The trouble with you. Bill, is that you re shiftless Without ambition you'll never amount to a damned thing" "You think you'll ever amount to anything?" Bill asked. "I'm the biggest man you'll ever see." Cord said. He glanced at each of us "Look at yourselves, sitting there scared to death." I'm not denying I'm scared." Bill said "I'm scared when I find a rattlesnake in my blankets too." He straightened and dropped his right hand to his lap. "Cord, if you leave this room, then you'll have to leave two more dead men behind. "That might not be hard to do." Cord said He looked at me. "I told yon once about never crossing me. Smoke. You wouldn't listen. "Was Overland putting the squeeze on you. Cord?" Bill asked. I looked at Cord and knew that Bill had the answer. "You never liked to nave anyone push you, did you Cord? What did Heck want? A little of the money? Wasn't me cut Dig enough?" "Heck liked to talk," Cord said. "And he could say the, wrong things. That made me nervous." He pushed his stein toward me. "You want to draw me a fresh beer. Smoke?" "Draw your own." I said. He laughed and got up, going behind the bar; I realized then what a position my foolish pride had put Bill and me into. Behind the bar, with his hands out of sight. Cord was In an ideal spot in case he wanted to shoot two people. He must have guessed what was going on in my mind, for he laughed. "Got you two boxed good, ain't I?" Then because he was Cord O'Dare and proud and full of confidence, he came back to the table and sat down, placing the odds even again. "Overland made a mistake." His glance touched me. "And you made a bigger one by talking to the judge. He might come back, figuring that if Heck lied once, then he might still be lying." He shook his head. "You see. I wasn't there the night Wade Everett was hung. I left right after Luther did." He paused, his brows wrinkled. "Heck said he'd talk unless he got some money. He got lead instead and I could have got away with it. Hell, it would have been weeks before anyone found him." "But it wasn't weeks," Bill Hageman reminded him. "You're right there." Cord said. His eyes played back and forth from Bill to me. Then he held up his fingers less than an inch apart "I came that close to getting away with it, didn't I?" I kept watching Cord, still trying to understand him. "You let Luther take the blame. You never lifted a finger to help him." "Oh, that's not so." Cord said. "I hired a lawyer for him, the stupidest damn fool in Guthrie. What the hell is Luther anyway? A leaner. You move away from him and he falls down, then cries until you pick him up." "Maybe it's because you never gave him a chance to stand up," I Said. "Or is it because you molded him into a weak-spined nothing just to see if you could do it?" "I enjoyed it, Cord said. "You hate us, don't you. Cord? Me, Ma, all of us." The pretended gaiety fled from his expression and his eyes turned slate-hard. "Hate you No. How can you hate miserable, leaning, crawling bloodsuckers?" "That includes Ma," I said. "No." he said. "I love Ma. She's got faith. Smoke. Faith like a dog, the kind that never dies. A. man needs that In a woman, but I've never found It In any other." "Then you'd better cake a look toward the hotel," I said. "Because over there is a woman who's lost that faith, Cord. Ma knows, what you are. Maybe she won't admit it now, even to herself, but she sees the rottenness." He hit me men, knocking me clean out of the chair. I skidded on the sawdust-covered floor and banged Into the legs pt a table, breaking one off and bringing the whole thing down on top of me. A loud bell started tolling in my head, but this faded, leaving only an ache in my jaw. Bill Hageman was sitting stiffly. I said. "Now we know him like Overland did, and you know what Cord had to do to him." I rolled clear of the table, hoping to distract Cord so Bill could draw. I may have succeeded, but not enough, although I made Cord hurry. Bill's .38-40 was just clearing leather when Cord tipped up his holster and shot Bill's gunthumped when it hit the floor, then he just flowed down after it as though his bones were turning to water. When I started to get up, Cord said, "Stay there on your hands and knees. Smoke. If you think I won't put a bullet in you, then you think wrong." He was telling me the truth and I knew it; Cord would kill me as quickly and easily as he would a bad horse. So I stayed there on my hands and knees, not looking at him; I couldn't look at him any more. He moved to the door, then stopped as Julie Hageman came out of the hotel across the street. "Bill?" she called. "Where are you, Bill?" In the silence her-voice was clear-toned and strong. I heard Cord leave Lanahan's porch with a rush and jumped to my feet, pumping after him. I banged out, then came to a sudden halt Cord had crossed the street and was standing near Julie, smiling in his old way. "Have you seen Bill?" she asked. "I heard a shot a I came down the stairs." "So did L" Cord said. "That's why I came put, to investigate." I found my voice at last and yelled, "Run, Julie! Get away from him!" What I said certainly didn't make sense to her, but the tone was unmistakably urgent She gave Cord a shocked look then whirled to run, but he caught her neatly. He had the strength to hold her and he turned so that she was between us. "Smoke, get back now!." he thundered. Built-up passion and a gun battle bring "Justice, My Broth to a conclusion tomorrow. Va. Judge Blasts Officials Who Built Up Court Hostility Federal District Judge John Paul, in open court here Monday, blasted state officials, and politicians for building up hostility to the Supreme Court decision outlawing racial segregration in public schools. He told the Charlottesville School Board that there has—been no speed—deliberate or otherwise" in desegregating public schools in Virginia. The last two or three years, Judge Paul declared, "have been consumed by officers of the state government and politicians building up hostility." He said the atmosphere was much more favorable to acceptance of integrated schools than it is now, he remarked. Judge Paul made his observations near the end of the first day's hearing on the petition of 33 colored students that they be ordered enrolled in white Charlottesville schools which are due to open Sept. 15. The opening originally, was scheduled for Sept. 2, but was postponed because of the pending suit. The Charlottesville School Board, using its own assignment plan, has rejected the applications of all 33 colored students. The court heard testimony on each application. Althea Gibson To Quit Tennis After winning her second straight American women's tennis championship, to add to herd two consecutive Wimbledon titles, Althea Gibson announced that she was retiring from competitive tennis for at least a year to pursue her singing career. The tall, angular Harlemite made the announcement after she had beaten Darlene Hard, 306, 601 and 6-2 before about 10,000 persons in the Forest Hills stadium Last year Miss Gibson defeated Miss Hard in the finals of the Wimbledon tennis tournament. Miss Gibson, who has dominated women's tennis for two years, became one of the few players to win both the United States and Wimbledon titles twice in a row. When she lost the first set to Miss Hard, it marked the first time that Althea had dropped a set in the last two years at Forest Hills. But she came back in the last two sets with a masterful lobbying game to virtually sweep her younger foe off the court.