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By MARY IMLAY TAYLOR Autocuter Serriee, New York. ■UU in the room. The light flared low la the oa the table. There iar the as It had dropped the lit hetore, and her mother’s k-basket was orertnmed by hearth. Roddy had knocked dawn when he sprang at his l^her. Roddy was going to jaiU Haney gasped. On a chair were Rar tore, her hat and her glores, last as she had tossed them. She drew a long breath, arerting her seres from her father’s gray face gDd went to the chair. Swiftly and stealthily she pot on her hat, her tars, and her glores. 'Then she stole ont into the hell, drop- fed the ohaln-'holt, opened the front door, and slippM silently ent of the stUI house. It was broad daylight outside now; the morning air touched her hot face gratefully like cold alsar water. It was February and ttie pussy-willows swung over Rer head. At her feet some yet- krw crocuses shot up, Just open ing little yellow eyes In the glass Hke the yellow eyes of Rpdey’s rfren. Nancy stamped her foot on the ground, it was that woman who had done it She knew it with the unerring Jealous second night of a woman. It wasn’t Wall Itonet, it wasn’t curb-brokers, it wnsnt gambling, it was that woman with the fascinating eyes; Mbs wanted money and she had made a boy steal It for her! Nancy opened tne gate and walked rapidly down the street, saver looking back. Sunrise made the flagstones white between the MW green of the grass; keen lit tle blades of it thrust up through the new brown earth and gleam ed in the sun like metal. The red maple buds Were like a scar- et base. There was Major Lo max’s house, the little one stand ing back. Nancy walked fasteri if she did not hurry she would never do it. There wss the low. Mack iron gate—4t was ajar, too, watting for her! She drew her breath, opened it wider Wnd went in. She went up the steps, lifted the old brass knocker, let it fall with a clang and started, trem bling, to run away again. But she was only Just down the steps when the door opened wide and Richard Morgan stood there, looking at her. He was not very tall, but so loosely built and lean that he looked taller. There was a white band on his forebead, above the tan, of his lean face, and his eyes held you. Strange eyes, brown with green lights glistening In still brown pools. Nancy put her band out and laid It on the Ull stem of one of his young trees. “I—I came to see you, Rich ard.” He came down the steps, hold ing out his hand. “Won’t you come in then, Nancy?” She breathed hard, her knees were shaking under her. She could never do it—never! "I’ve got to come in, Richard,” she said weakly. He had her hand now and be led her up the steps. Three times already he had asked her to mar ry him, and the last time she had tried to be rude to him, tried purposely, to stop him. They both remembered; she saw it in PAINT MAGHINB llADB JENKINS HARDWARE COMPANY “Northwest North Carolina’s Largest Hardware Store’ NORTH WILKESBORO, N. C. Watch the Smile On People’s Faces When They See the New 1934 RADIOS The manufacturers of the Crosley Radio say: “We have gone all the way with these new sets.” The new 1934 Crosleys are ultra-modeme— beautiful and smart. Look at these new radio receivers. Then hear them! A demonstration given at any time. You will marvel at the tone, design and price. • Crodeys Are Priced From $18.S0 to $129.50 f Wilkes Electric Co. W. M. DAY Phone 328 TAL PEARSON Meadows BuDding it; he did nof look ^ruu just then, file took her into the I library, it^wms Idg and sdnare and friendly, and the hooka lined It richly. A log had Juat been kin dled on tbs bran andirons; in a bowl on the table were some snowdrops aiid puaaywlllowa.a A tight pain clutched at Nancy’s' heart, like the joeing of a rise. She saiw Page Roemer’a face as plainly aa It he stood there, speaking to her. Then Mie heard Richard’s voice. "Sit down, Nancy. Heye’a mo ther’s favorite chair. Ill lot you have It.” His mother had been one of the rich Kentucky Wealtherills; ahe had brought her fortune to the little old town and made it won^ der over her resources and Dr. Henry Morgan’s luck. Her death two years ago had left all the money to her only son. Dr. Henry hadn’t any to leave, but be had left a practice and a good name; Richard had those, too. It was called the Morgan luck. Richard pushed his mother’s big winged arm-chair forward now tor Nancy. As be did it, the clock on the mantle struck six. Nancy sUrted. “What can you think of me? I know yon haven’t breakfasted—^I had to come!” She had not acewted the chair, she stood by the fire, pnlllng at her gloves. She waa shaking from head to foot with an ague of fear. "I had to come, Richard!” “Yes?” his voice was low, what is it, Nancy?” She did not answer; she avert- her-«BI. She dJ«4tf he thought; she tdft Ih^tllai it beat; down on her ffla iitih “It’s a great deal to toriow,” ahe faltered weakly, childishly, "but I>e got to have It—today! Rlehard, can yon lend it to me nowV’ij; He BMmed to answer with an effort, bnt his voice had a strange thrill in U. “I’d do anything for yon, Naney—^yon know that, sur^f I’d give yon all I’ve got If I could—If you'd let me!” She .■alM^ ber eyes slowly, re luctantly, and met his again. There was a glow in his, as if some hidden fire had leaped up In therei URa a flame^,The sight of it set her heart ibeatlng wildly again. “I want to borrow it, Richard,” she said hoarsely. “I'll—return it. I’ll—^I’ll give you 8 pledge for Its return." He started and cjianged color. “What did yon say, Nancy?” She roee, trembling, and stood, holding him oft with her wide frightened eyes, her very lips, white. “I even pledge myself—^I’ll marry yon, Richard.” SUence followed, a silence'' so thick and tangible that it preu- ed down on Nancy's shaken nerves until she wanted to scream. (Her heart began to beat against her side, the throbs were like the heavy strokes of a ham mer on an anvil. "Did you mean that, Nancy?” “Yes.” “You’ll marry me'?” He drew nrarer. She could feel his pas- m tie othiEr ol me,” ha telt^ ;"ra -do anything, for yott-rTou want to borrow money?- Ltiten. Nancy, I know you, some great need' oi it, "but I shall mver ask. you, never! You can tell me whsn^you’re ready, but I shall never ask yon one word about H,^ never queetlon you. I'm going to take yon at your word though, and marry you on Monday—^because I’ll make yon love me, I ■ swear I wUl! It’s Monday then in Wash ington?” His voice was low still, but It (Ckmtinued .next week) FmOtor Vnltf 0«aMl i ~ Chicago, Jan. 28—John (Jake Read JtMBoal-Patriot adi. hie face ed her face and he eaw her dell- .i,,. . A non,, nt elon for her, it imook him so she cate chin trembling. A pang of bitterness shot through him; be knew well enough why his love for her had never reached her, she cared about that Roemer boy. But she was here, at his hearth stone now, and he could let his eyes rest on her. He saw her as no one else in the world could see her, he thought How little she was, and delicate; he could crush her body up against his with one arm! Her little head, too, was BO defiant, and the round trembling chin and the white throat. He could see It move and quiver aa she breathed. The exquisite turn of the cheek, the little ear and the lovely glos sy hair. How dear she waa. He drew a deep breath and she look ed up sharply, met the passion in his eyes and shrank. She shrank so visibly that it pained him again. He thrust the chair near er. recoiled, sinking again into mother’s chair, biding her from him. “Yes, I—^I said so,’’ she falter ed In a broken voice. “I meant It, Richard.” He threw himself on one knee beside her chair; she felt his arms around her. “When, Nancy, when?” His arms trembled. ' She lifted her head and look ed at him. her blue eyes still wide with tear. “On Monday—in Washington.” He held her, his strong arms like a thing of iron about her; she felt as if they pressed into her heart, and yet there was a quiver in them; the thrill of his own heart-beats shook them. But his eyes were searching her. She tried to turn them away but she could not, he had a power In his that seemed to hypnotize her. But she saw the flush on his face “Sit down, Nancy,” his voice i die out and leave him white, sounded harsh and unnatural. j "God!” he whispered. “I can’t This time she sank into the i lose her—my wife! Nancy—’’ he chair, a little huddled figure, her head down. “I don’t know how to begin, Richard!” . He became aware suddenly of her anguish. He held himself in check with a strong hand. “Are you in trouble, Nancy?’’ “Yes.” He went over to the mantel and stretched his arms along it, steadying his fingers on the edge. He had the long thin fingers of the artist and the poet, but his hand had strength and power, too. It was the hand of a surgeon. He was watching her with hie strange eyes, but he was not helping her. “Richard, I tried to be rude to you—you know—last time—’’ “Last time I asked you to marry me," he said quietly; “yes.” She caught her breath. He was not bitter, but there was some thing in him that was like gran ite. There was power in his look, too, it frightened her; he seemed to have himself so well in hand, and yet— She began to feel that his love must be a power; she had always been afraid of it, she knew it now! She cast a frighten ed look toward the door. Could she get away? iThen suddenly she saw her father’s bent gray head and his white face, his mouth hanging open—as if he had died as he slept In the chair by the hearth; he would look that way when he was dead, she was sure of It! She tried to raise her eyes, but her lids seemed to weigh them down. They traveled along the dull blue rug to the fireplace, they reached his feet, and then slowly—up, up to his narrow prominent chin, his tight mouth, his nose—It wasn’t quite straight —his green-brown eyes! She started and the blood went np from throat to brow, her own eyes quivered and fell, she gasp ed. “I’ve come to take it back,” she whispered. She could not speak land. “What do you mean, Nancy Virginia?” She twisted her hands In her lap. Her gloves had fallen on the floor at her feet. She couldn’t raise her eyes at all. , “I mean my rudeness to you, then. I—I take It back.” He caught bis breath. “Nancy, you can’t mean—?" She straightened herself, clutching at the arms of the big ohalr. Her dry lips moved but 'muttered nothing. Then with a frightened effort, she dragged it ont, tumbling her words together^ 'Tve come to yon for help— I’m In awfnl tronble. I've got to borrow money—^borrow it today, too! A great deal of money— I've come to aak yon to lead me filter thoneand dollars, Rich ard." raised one baud to her shoulder, touching her white throat; “I’l give my i imortal soal to know —that met-at. you lovbd me!” She writhed, dragging herself away from his touch. The very act. hysterical as she was, be trayed her. She hated his touch. He caught his breath, releasing her and rising slowly to his feet. He stood looking down at her. “You don’t love me, Nancy,” he said bitterly, “and It’s mad ness, I know it—but I’ll make you—I’ll risk it; I’ll marry you on your own terms, I—’’ he drew nearer again, looking down at her. “I’m taking you at your word, Nancy; you’ll marry me on Monday — anywhere on God’s earth—say the word and I’ll be there!” She was glad that he had let her go; she could breathe now and she remembered. She had to save Roddy—she had to save the Gordon family honor. “On Monday, Richard.” He caught her hands in his, drawing her impetuously toward him again. His deep eyes kindled but she shrank, shivering. "It’s a gamble. Nancy, but I’ll NOTICE OF 8AXA OF LANI>^ Under and by vtrtne of the power of sale contained in a oer- Tafn Deed of ’Trust exeented by R. B. Key and wife, Bessie Key, dated July 28, 1927, and record ed in Book 148, Page 70, la flie office of the Register of Deeds for .WlUms Connty, North Caro lina, default having been made In the,, payment of the fndebtedaese thm^y secured, and demand haHng been made .for nde, the nndenlgned TTnetee will lell at pnblic anction to the highest bid der for cash, at the Oonrthonae door in WilkMboro, N. C., at twelve o’clock noon, bn the 27th day of February, 1984, the fol lowing described property, locat ed In Wilkes county. North Caro lina, In Edwards Township. ^ Adjoining the lands of R. J. Settle, J. M. Vanhoy, J. B. Black- bnm and Ardle 'Settle, and lying on the North side of Tucker road about 1 1-2 miles westerly of the road from Traphill to Elkin, and about ^ miles northwesterly from Elkin, and bounded as follow: Beginning on a white oak stump on the north side of Tucker road, J. B. Blackbnrn’s comer, runs with the Tncker Road northeast wardly 111 poles to Uttle Creek, J. B. Blackburn and R. E. Key’s corner; thence with the Little Elkin Creek northwestwardly and northerly 71 poles to a stake on the east bank of LRtle Elkin Creek, R. J. Settle’s and R. E. Key’s comer; thence with R. J. Settle’s line West 30 poles to a crab apple tree; south 2 deg. west 30 poles to a stake; north 87 1-2 deg. west 66 1-2 poles to a small white oak; south 18 deg. west 9 poles to a white oak; south 3 1-2 deg. west 8 poles to a hickory; south 5 deg. west passing Ardle Settle’s comer at 20 poles, 40 poles to a Spanish Oak; thence with his line south 87 deg. east 68 3-4 poles to a sourwood; south 1 deg. west 32 poles to the beginning corijpr, containing 60 acres. This, January 26, 1934. NORTH CAROLINA BANK & TRUST COMPANY, 2-18-4t. Trustee. Successor to Atlantic Bank & Trust Company, Trustee. J. S. DUNCAN, Attorney. 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