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SIX AWAK1 By Elmore Barry TV\WXli INSTALMENT Synopsis: -Joyce Ashton, poor stenographer, suffered loss of memory in a skidding: toxical) accident in Cigjjragv.. One two years later she woke, after a fall from her horse, her memory restored, to find herself, as Frills, the wife of Ned Packard. rich California fruit packer. She determined to tell :?oifody of her predicament, hut set about learning what she could of her life in the interval. From the conversation of her friends and letters in her desk she gathered that she had been a heartless, pleasureloving young woman. One letter that troubled her was from a woman signing herself Sophie, blaming Frills for not giving a home to a baby Sophie was caring for. Could it be her baby. Frills wondered! She also' found herself involved in an affair with a man named MaHiand. In San Francisco, where she went while her husband was away on business, she met Robert Ainsworth a port whose work she had always admired. When Joyce returned home, she decided to be plcasantcr to Noil than Frills had been. But this line was dangerous, too, for Neil was pathetically anxious to win back Frills' love. Now go on with the story: FOURTEENTH IN ST A LMKN'T "And you live here all alone ar.? write?" asked Joyce. tun foi'gcl Claud .Alfred," repliei Ainsworth with a smile. Joyce giggled at the fiction of Claui Alfred. Why had she known iron the first that there was no Clair Alfred Treniayne ? She found out, among other scat tered items of information, that thi: shack was his real headquarters from which he went away every fov months and stayed in San Francis co, New York, New Orleans. St. Aug us tine. Boston or various middle wes cities. He had now been at the shacl for three months and expected t stay until he finished his presen book, which would probably be abou two more months. ?;!-> -wU><?VonHu -iji>r.ith>h ^ahi ? ?gKgj5Sl?9fiS fanitflL Ains worth suggested riding; part of th way with her, to the point where h would branch off onto the road t Manana. He saddled Rosita and hi own, a strong-looking- dapple gtaj who came to his call from the far en< of the corral. Drawing rein at the parting plac Ainswnrth gave her an inquiring loo! and Joyce knew that ne was to ask her if he might not go to se< her. "I'll?I'll come out again soon," sh? said quickly and spurred her hors< to a galloping start. She waved he: hand without looking hack. Joyce rode home in a daze. Me chanically she undressed, bathed dressed again, and ate her dinner After dinner she retreated to he: room and settled herself luxuriously on the couch. She lay in her blissful trance. Sta< held both of Robert Ainsworth' books, fingering them, stroking then with worshiping fingers, opening tin covers, glancing at the first sentence; and then putting off the delights o. reading. one v/unaerea now uie snack looks* at night, what Robert Ainsworth wa: doing at that moment while she la? and thought about him. Did he sleep on that wide couci under the window, or out of door ill the hammock under the pines witl the multitude of stars gravely Keep mg watch overhead in the deep vel vet of the sky? As she came to this thought some thing seemed to grip her heart, anc she clenched her hands suddenly. She was in love with Robert Ains worth! Thank God, Neil was away. Joyc< had never valued the luxury of pri vacy and undisturbed quiet mor* than on this particular night. Sh* wanted to forget everything and ev -cry body except Robert Ainsworiii. During the next day, however, tni inevitable reaction occurred. Doubt! and fears plunged her down disus trousiy from the heights of exaita tion to frequent moods of black un Certainty and hopelessness. When could this end, this delightful, thi: miraculous meeting? Shf was married to Neil Packard. Yet even ai she forced this undeniable fact upon her consciousness there stole into hei mind the disturbing thought, "Bui that was why I was holding Nei off all this time ... I was waiting for Robert!" How could she be Neil'f wife now? Every heart beat was lift ing her on an irresistible wave ol longing and sweeping her toward the other man. Joyce was in bed before Neil go! home that night and the next morning, a little ashamed of her cowardice, she remained in her room until he had left for the day, pretending to be asleep when he knocked gently HSk/v before he finally departed. She got up as soon as she neard hi.-, ear roll out of the drive, dressed in her riding habit, and i?U= a hurried breakM ElSED VOM A I\ f at iia I ea j fast. She pretended to herself that ^ I she was simply going: for a long ride. ^ She to U1 herself that it was too soon to make another call on Alnsworth sct and that she had no intention of do- ^ irg anything so looiish. sne certainly did not want him to think was ^ pursuing him! Yet, somehow, about noon she found herself at the foot ot wc s the trail. Suddenly she heard horse's hoofs behind her cn ' Hullo," exclaimed Robert Ains* 0t? worth, coming up at a gallop. "I was just as 1 rode along that to r;jl have to eat lunch alone on such a day was enough to make the angels ^ weep!" Joyce s heart lightened at a bound Deep gratitude flooded her at this casual but warm reception. She smiled ^ happily, ail her doubts dispelled. She was glad. glad, glad that she had come! And during the three hours she = stayed with Robert Aiiisworth, eat- Hj ing lunch with him. helping him wash 91 ithe di3hes, and listening to his non- K jj sense, she continued to be glad. The conversation was kept, as if 11 by mutual consent, light and benter- J I ino* ininovc.inul " "I've finished Glittering Pavement," she remarked in a pau3e, "but I'm saving The Rose Adobe a little longer It's such riches to have two books by Robert Ainsworth at once! You can't think how I adore your writj ing. I wish I could express myself d "! better," hoping he would uot think iher stupid: "of course, you don't need Gany praise from me. but I do want jyou to know )-?>vv much I enjoy your ii | books. Everything you write is so u . satisfactory . . it has such strength 11. . . there always seems to be sornej thing t.o bite on." She paused, sud. | denly overcome by the futility of her 3 ! groping for words and looked at him, | appealing to his tolerance and underj standing of her difficulty. iiv omiuu uvr ana in nis sinne _ there was no trace of condescension t nor mockery nor bored disgust.. It < was a cheerful, completely understnno ding, even a grateful smile. It warmt ed Joyce to the tips of her toes, made t her reel as if he bad accepted her ~ as a friend, an equal, not j?*t a eirl V-'Iio might be flirted with. p - I :"*il 5 ? cr.mmcr.t Jj Q j "Strength . . . something iu e You couldn't say anything to please j I o me any better than that." 0 When she was leaving Ainsworfh J 'e said, "Do you think you can find the 1 way u you drive out sometime? Trn sort of looking forward to meeting 5 Dickie. You'll bring him sure, won't lc you?" t "Oh, yes. i can find ill*?, back road a and I'll bring Dickie. But . . . but 1 can't help worrying about . . about 5 interrupting you?" ^ "Forget it! While Claud Alfred's r away I do as 1 damn' please in the matter of visitors. I often work at . night, too, you see. There isn't much \t else that's more tempting to do out here so I tear off quite a bit each t- twenty-four hours just whenever T jr feel like it. No particular hurry, either." * She dismounted from Rosita just s as Neil drove hi3 car into the garage. i When he joined her and they turned j? toward the house together, he said, s "Been out long. Frills?" ? "Why, most all day. It was so lovely and T had my lunch, so I kept on * going further and further." 3 "I was sort of hoping you'd feel If . like a ride with me but?" "Oh, I'm sorry. Neil. But I really | v tmi urea, i went pretty far." g "Want to go over to Paul's tox night?" went on Neil, "he's leaving , in ? couple of weeks now, he said to-! . day. Got most of his plans all made. I'll HI miss old Paul." Joyce bit her lips and frowned as I she tried to decide what to do. "You go on over to Paul's, Neii. . I'm going to be so sleepy from my long ride that Td yawn my head off, ; I know, and that would be so annoy. ing to Paul," she said finally, j Neil did not urge her and at din r.cr, nfter his first few attempts at . conversation had met with vague, ab- j sent-mindcd replies, he finished the ;! meal in silence. 31 The next morning during breakfast . j Joyce said suddenly, "Neil, I'm so . j sick of that hideous yellow Dusen. j berg. I wish I could turn it in and >! get a different one. Would you mind ?' % i Neil grinned. "Well, I never did ., care much for it myself. Sure, you j J can do whatever you like aDout it." i ? t j "If ... if I drove the Dusenberg up In i to the city today, do you think I t i could make the exchange right oft 1 without too much red tape?" j "Oh, yes, I don't believe you'd have I any trouble. How about running up . and taking in a show tonight and E driving back tomorrow? I've got a . little business to see in the city and I'd like to drive up with you," suggested Neil. Joyce sighed inwardly. She did not . want to go to a show. She had looked [ forward to the drive alone, a chance to dream uninterrupted . . . But after all she owed Neil a debt that seemed to grow greater in proporfirvrv ti-, >,(! rwji rd for Robert A insworth. j ( it "All right,"' she said. 1 V* AT AUG A DEMOCRAT?EVER^ ro her disappointment Joyce found it she would have to wait a couple days in order to obtain the car ; nimiv.l rtiiu wuwj tuCV riXtX illtO K> and Clorice Emery, Neil sug- | sted their staving up in San Fran- i co a second night and making a j riy to go to the theatre together. { The following day they started back j about noon and drove to Manzan-' in the new roadster, a beautiful r. but entirely unlike the "Easter j ;g," for its mirror-like enamel sur-1 je was a deep blue, almost black, j Three whole days since she had j n Robert Air.sworth! That was the . :>ught which pushed all others mtr:c nr they ?ppmached ? mzanita. So impatient was she to see Ains>rth again that it was not yet noon _ next day whne she arrived at the j trance to the wood road and guut the new Dusenberg carefully down , tough the pines to the rustic ga-j When Joyce arrived at the shack J e found Ainsworth engaged in giv- j ^ his horse a thorough currying.:" ? stopped and carne to welcome her E d Dickie, displaying a most satis- a story amount of enthusiasm. je After a stick had been thrown for;! BI-? ~??"Trz: (J162 Shai war com tise So c . mgl You mer< then will pine tabli I L The V North ? = THURSDAY?BOONE. X. C. | " j ; spi Hello. Si20.000 i ?i I pa' -^PSI b? Miss Louise M Popp, J'.*, N, "V telephone operator, threw the .suit,, . * and said '4hello" to $l20j004>. >' i ' was informed that she had v a?"?unt with a ticket on t* ' ; m" Dcrhv winner. tlk _ r )ickie until the little dog was weary ! lei nd panting, Robert and Joyce talk- |ru d. And as usual, the world driltcr|he or Joyce far away from this lonely' vc ir Lig] 'P Ou ?= iy^o wnyjf U!?.d?r COVftf go about their business in i lly at midday, for they ha> ddy merchandise cannot b reputation of its sponsors, th an investment in these p munity, and the national ? ? _i_ j ' >u y uu, arc giau lO come Ol onfident are they of the q heir business future on the will find their messages h chandise interesting, their i * prices fair. These days, a buy more?more durabilit ss?if you read and heed t i advertisers in these page fse the Cc V ataug* vwest Carolini >t. j he roward the end of the afteru^on j Joj >y happened to be inside the hou-e "Y a moment, standing in front of ini] ? hooKsneives ^1.11*= Ar.:; k' !* he nted for a volume of poeius whio'i wli had mentioned and from winch j.as wanted to read to her. ha: Joyce watched him as he bent over ale ? bookcase, his eyes running swift-: on over the titles along the shelves, an r heart filled with sudden pain. She 1 he ed him! She adored him! This feel- 'sjg r w h:ch surged through her was wc * kind of love she had dreamed'Jo; 3ut, for which she had wistfully iriied as a young girl. Instinctively ? recognized it. Was Jove always ? tUj pain ? ALnsworth was speaking t she hardly heard what he wua yring, but she hardly heard what was saying. tri Oh, damn the luck! I must have cc t it in the city last time. I'll get it len I go up next week if I can re- Jic smber to. ... I want to read you IVji c one on the Eucalj*ptup Grove. >u*d like it . . ." He turned. Joyce looked up into his face si- es ntly. His expression changed ab- se ptly. Suddenly he put his hands on r shoulders. "Why don't you bring 'ur aunt along as a chaperone ? ' G B.'?P??M? ? ??? ?Willi* IMI?MB?naWM???IMMW?BBIIIII?mWIIIII IKHMMUMWUIIIIIHTiail?nB??? I ! !! ! ?I >HWKI II IIBinM !lt and times 1= nf Shadv charui talMight. Honest men wal re nothing to fear. e advertised, it would rui The half-way good is n< ages. The merchants of th manufacturers who advei it in the open for all to set uality of their goods, stal validity of their claims. elpful, their descriotions ? lews of style authentic, an t never before, your dollai y, style, comfort, more haj he advertisements of repi b! I )lumns O) iDemc i's Oldest We JUNE 15. 1S33 demanded. He was smiling bat to fee's amazement his voice shook, ou . . . you can't expect me to stay personal much longer, you know," now verv softly. "Not lie you're so . . . while you're such iweet child. X ... I can't keep my nils off you. you lovely . . . adora... beautiful?" Very gently his e arm slid around her shoulders, d he drew her close to him. Then bent his head and laid his cheek ain.st hers as he- murmured the last nds. His arms tightened arouDd yce's yielding form. CONTINUED NEXT WEEK iOTIOK Of aDAILN ISlilATKin Having qualified as the administi-aix of the estate of J. R. Eggers, deascii. all persons having claims ainst said estate are hereby notiid to present them within twelve Diiths from the date hereof or this tice will l>e pleaded in bar of their cjvery AH persons indebted to said tate wili come forward and make ttlcment. This June 5th, 1933. MRS. LELA EGGEBS, Admx. of 8-6 J. H. Eggcrs, deceased. 0 c" k i ?t is r5. t V if d 8 ) V* * r II >crat ekly II M?awCTea?i vMwranM??iraatggjjgagl l
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