CRIME
The cold wind which, on the night of March 1, banged shutters and rattled windows at the lonely New Jersey home of Col. Charles Augustus Lindbergh, had died down last week. Two weeks of March had run out. But still the curly-headed baby for whom all police and all good citizens of the nation were on anxious lookout, was a lost child. The strain told on the bereaved mother, soon to become a mother again. Physicians attended her, but still she was seen with her mother...
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