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rtttt w. ao Mn't laow jn ' KQRxi^iiiiite k: ict' ■'■irii,. iwffnrii" ,(71^ ^., uotm^, OCT. %f MARGARET SANGSTER nREST INSTALMENT men Church was posing tor Wr mother. Posing—a slim, wlstfnl Ilgure—against the dy ke glory ol the autnmn garden. Her slender, seventeen-year-old arms were out-tlung to the gold man crimson of the falling leaves. Her mother said suddenly— “Get a little more limber, El- iea. You’re tightening up. Re member that you’re the spirit of youth, just now. and loveliness, and new dreams. Remember that you’re a magazine cover! Re member that you’re our bread and butter for next month. And perhaps,’’ her mother sighed, “for the month after, and the month after that!” . Ellen flexed her stiffening fin gers and dragged her eyes away from the land into which they had been peering. Ellen obedi ently let herself go limp, inside as well as outside. She wasn't aelf-conscious about it, not El len. All of her life, you see, she Sad been posing for her mother. Am a new baby, round and rosy and naked, in the spring sun- aSise. As a wee tot, in rompers, making mud pies that would be transplanted to canvass. As a chHd of seven, reading from a jreen and silver story book. As an older child, sewing a long, tiresome seam. Oh, Ellen was ased to posing—it was her life! She answered, nov'. in kind. Answered with a question. “And jam?” asked Ellen, idly. Ellen’s mother squinted at Williams Auto & Radiator Shop Phone 334-J — N. Wilkeaboro Route 60 Radiator Repairing, Body R«- tnilding, Motor Blocks Rebored, Extensions Welded in Trad Frames. General Repair Work a Specialty. T. H. WILLIAMS, Owner. IF YOUR BREATH HAS. A SMELL YOU CANT. FEEL WELL When we eat too much, our food decayi ur bowel*. Our friend* am^l ^ ■7 cominij out of our mouth and call it hr^iih. We feel the poiaon of thU f all over our body. It make* u* ■.y j^rouchy and no ^ood for anything. What make* the food decay In the bowel*? WA when we eat too much, our InI* Mce can't diuest it. What 5j the b le juice? W S» the most vital dijrestive juice in our icty. Unless 2 pint* of it are flowing from *ur into our bowel* every day, our wretnonta get hard and constipated and 54 ^ our food decays In our 28 feet of imlff. Thi* decay sends poison all over •’’-r b(^y every six minutef, hen our friend* smell our bad breath we don’t) and we feel like a whipped don’t use a mouthwash or take a Get at the cause. Take Carter* Liver Pill* which genUy start the ’ fld your bile Juice. But If “something is offered too, don’t boy it. lor •T be a calomel (roercory) pill, wmen , teeth, firripes and scalds the r«do“ 0y people. Ask for Carter’s Littl. Pills by name and get what you ©1934, C.M.Co. • her, over the smudged top of the canvas. And, squinting, brushed the fluff of white hair away from her brow. As far back as Ellen could remember, her mo ther’s hair had been white. “But certainty jam!” answer ed the mother. And smiles with a sudden brightness that made Ellen’s breath catch' In her throat; that made her speak swiftly, despite the catching breath. It was almost as it the smile needed an answer. “Oh, Mother,” she said, and the words came from the depths of a worshipful young heart, “I love you! I love you very much. Very much, indeed!’’ “You mustn’t, Ellen,” said the mother, "love me so much, I mean. Love—don’t ever be in tense about it, child! Love, if you must love at all, lightly! Giving nothing. ’Taking all that’s offered but—expecting nothing. Ellen’s young eyes were search ing, keen. No longer were they lost in a tar place of dreams. “It’s what you always say about love,” she told her moth er. “It’s what you always say! When I was a child,’’ (Ah, the quaint sophistication of seven-j teen!) “it didn't seem to meanj anything. But now that I’m grown up—well, it’s strange you should talk so. Because you don’t love that way yourself. Lightly. I mean.” W’lth a small gesture of final ity, the woman at the easel was wiping a brush on a dingy cot ton cloth—a cloth that hold vivid reminders of many anoth er brush. Her gesture meant that posing for this day was over. Ellen knew that her own per sistence had made the work stop so abruptly, and she was sorry. For winter was near. Beside the bread and butter, there was a department store bill! Ellen was sorry—and yet she was so weary of eva.sions, of being put off! “Not me. Mother!” she insist ed. “But. of course. I love you lightly,” she said, with an ach ing sort of forced gayety. “You ought to know that! It I loved you any other way. I’d spoil you. And even you, Ellen, must admit ^ that I don’t spoil you. Do I ever ( give you new hats for Easter? ‘ Or seed pearls, for Christmas? Have I ever, even once, taken you to the city? Have >'ou ever seen a skyscraper, or a hotel— or even a tea shop? Have you—’’ ”How about the time, a .vear ago. when I had typhoid—and the doctor said I mightn’t live?” Ellon’s mother was looking up swiftly, through tears. Her voice quivered very much. -All of the laughter had been drained from how haril rou in’! But 1 cooldht hop© to shield you from evory- thln* forever—eome day «o«e- thing would come up! Perhape It's better, after all, that yon should hear my story from me.” Ellen had crept close. She didn’t speak, but her mind, fol lowing her mother’s voice, made pictures. . . . Pictures drawn from her one- ly childhood, from the years which she had lived with her mother In the brown house that lay back of the garden—^years that had been broken only by business letters and the rare vis its of the art agent, who sold her mother’s work In the city. Their very clothes had been chosen, wholly, from department store catalogues. Once a week, always, Ellen and her mother had walked the two miles to the village and or dered their supplies. And Ellen stared at the village girls—and was stared at by the village boys — while her mother ex changed conversation with the storekeeper about her garden and the weather. A certain aged laborer came up to the brown house when there was hard work to be done. He reported, back in the village, that he thought the artist lady was queer. Perhaps, In a way, he had rea son to think so. Certainly Ellen and her mother were hermits, defying custom and convention —learning their own lessons of life from trees and flowers. But Ellen, even with a lack of preaching, knew about an unpag an God. Didn’t God make, said her mother, the only dependable thing in the world. Beauty? And Ellen knew of the Christ who had played—perhaps, also a soli tary child—on the shores of a blue sea, and who had prayed in a garden (was It like their gar den, she wondered?) and who had die on a cross. “Think of Him,” her mother ha once said, “whenever you feel that you want to see, to love, people. He, Ellen, was love. He loved all of the people of the world. And people, Ellen, nailed His hands, and His feet to a wooden cross!” These were the pictures that Ellen saw as she crouched beside her mother, in the fading gar den. “I’ve had my fill of cities,” her mother was saying. “That’s why I never left this place, not since your father brought me here more than twenty years ago. . . . That’s why I’ve kept you here, too. Don’t think I was unconscious of what you were missing—I knew! But when I that offfo©—^h©> mantod. vmy questioning, somehow. But I did know that hia income seemed to grow more and''more inadequate —and that, at the same time, he seemed to grow more and more restless. I tried so hard,” the steady voice broke, mt, laet,j,“to hold Ms interest! But 1 suppose I- was different than I had been in a pink gown, waltzing! Men, Ellen, like glamor. ... "It’s a long story. I won’t tell It to you, an. Only, after ten years of scrimping and economiz ing, your father suddenly bought this place and brought me here to live. ... He didn’t ever stay here, very much, himself. ... It seemed almost logical to me that he shouldn’t, for I could under stand that his business would make staying In the city neces sary! I loved him so greatly,” Ellen’s mother was fighting for self-control, “that I naturally trusted him. But 1 was very lone ly—80 lonely that I actually had to do something. The place Is isolated now, It was far more isolated when I first came here to live. I had no neighbors— and you can’t imagine how I needed some sort of companion ship! And so I turned to garden ing. and out of the gardening grew my esire to be an artist, once more. . . . “I made my pictures, at first, Ellen, with a rake and a hoe and a packet of seeds. I built the glory of blossoming things all around this house In which we live. And at last, when my gar den was flourishing, I got out_an old color box, and dusted and began to make sketches. I han't a thought of doing anything commercial—that all came after your father’s going, . when I found that I must earn our live lihood. At the beginning I just made pictures for companion ship. They were pretty, too—but they had an emptiness about them. I guess that’s why God sent you to me, child. He knew I needed something alive and cuddly to make my garden per fect! “Oh, Ellen,’’ the fingers that the girl held were returning her pressure fiercely, “I'd given up all idea of having a baby, ages before you came to me! I’d had ten lonely years in the city, and five lonelier years out here, be fore I knew that you were com ing. I couldn’t believe it, at first. It was just too utterly lovely. And the knowledge eld some thing else beside loveliness—it brought a new hope to me. I couldn’t help feeling that It would make a difference in the relationship between your fath- BULLlSliK ON ISSUED AT . The value of pastures nsSi* oda for star(^ and wiaintainiTig a good sod han beat sst forth is a bonetin recently'pnbUahed by the State coli^ eztuiaion service. The authors, E. C. Blair eseten- sion agronomiid, and A. C. Kim. rey, extension dairyman, have gone into detail in outlining the growing of various types of pas tures in different parts of the state. Pastures can be«used to control erosion and at the same time pro vide nutritious feed for livestock The authors point out the need of erosion control in this state, where the damagd is said to ap proximate $70,000,000 a year. Pasture grasses conisin pro tein, minerals, vitamins, roughage, water and other things needed in livestock feed. When animals are not working, they can be turned into a good pasture and kept in good condition without other feeds (When animals are working, the amount of concentrated feed they need is much less if they have ac cess to a pasture. Pastures do best on heavy, rich soils, but the grasses will also grow on less fertile soils and farl mers who •wish to save their most fertile soil for other crops may make use of their less fertile soil by putting in pasturage. Three types of pastures are common to this state: mixed told myself that you needed er and myself: a baby couldn’t it. “But, my darling,’’ she said, “of course, I don’t love you light ly! I love you so much, wheth er you’re desperately ill or an noyingly well, that it hurts! Ii didn’t want to love you so—why, | there were times when I didn’t boarding schools and beaux and fun and gayety, I told myself also that you didn’t know you were needing them. ... I told myself that I’d rather have you sitting on a window-sill, separat ed from the world by bars, than ‘ a part of the crowd outside ofj the window! As long as you sat on the sill, I told myself, you couldn’t be jostled too much. ■ Jostling hurts. ... | “I was once entirely a pro-’ dnet of the city.” Ellen’s hand, creeping up, found her mother’s hand. “I was going to art school, studying to be a portrait painter, ■ when I met your father. .After that my plans were all different! I met him at one of the student dances (I don’t know yet how he. happened to bo there), and we | sibility into his life. He always help but bring a sense of respon- liked new things . . . and there is nothing so new as a little baby. . . . (Continued next week) Why the Sudden Change to Liquid Laxatives? Jolin Rusk in ,, Doctors have always recognized the were both in costume. He was a , y2J^g of the laxative whose dose can even want you! For I knew that! cavalier, and I wore a hoop-! measured, and whose action can skirted dress, and I had a tiny be thus regulated to suit individual wreath of moss rosebuds in my ‘ need. hair. . . . We—we weren’t even | The public, too, is fast returning ^4 ^TWen who have been smoking 10c cigan now enjoy a John Ruskin* because the Hay* ana tobacco uscd you’d get me, that I’d never be i free, or myself, as long as I cared for someone. Your father taught me that. I loved him, too, so much that it hurt—so much that it still hurts!’’ Rapidly she was gathering up the twisted tubes of paint, the ,:anva., all of the paraphernalia of her trade. “I wish.” said Ellen, “that | you’d tell me about father. After ] all, he belonged to me, sort of, too; although I never saw him. 1 can’t help wondering why you al ways say such queer things about is tbe choicest grown. 0 I Also an extremely Mild Panetela th«p$ ftr)•••€ An Havana Filled John RniUn banA are redeemable fo* valnabla premlnmsi L Uwb Ob« Mtg,OaJUkja. NOTnBk.R.J. 3ESTAND BIGGEST CIGAR VALUE i; Carter Colton Cigar Co., uHgti Point, N. O., DtetrOmtor introduced. He just came up,” the mother’s eyes had a listen ing look, “and took me in his arms, and we danced away. It was a waltz, the Blue Danube. At the end of the ' waltz he ~ to the use of liquid laxatives. People have learned that a properly pre pared liquid laxative btin^ a more natural movement without any dis comfort at the time, or after. Tbe dose of a liquid laxative can be varied to suit the needs of the him. Great tears had begun to well in her mother’s eyes, to roll down her cheeks. “I always knew,” said her mo- “that it would have to the’’ come, some time. You can’t keep kissed me. -At the end of a week ^ individual. The action can thus be vve were married.’’ regulated. It forms no habit; you A leaf fluttered down from need not take a “double dose” a day one of the auiniim trees. Her mo-' or two later. Nor will a mild liquid tber went on. , laxative irritate the kidneys. “At first.” she said, "we were' The wrong cathartic may often do over so happy, your father and harm than good, a I. Although I had to give up my| Dr. CMdweU’s Syrup PepM is a painting (your father didn’t ap- Pre^nption, and « pertly cafe. prove of women having careers). | laxative. The bowels will .1' I was far too much in love to ’ become dependent on this form argue the matter. We lived in a of help. Dr. Caldwell’s Syrup Pepsin iittle apartment, and your fath- is obtainable at all druggists, er went every day to his office. | NO-nCE By virtue of a power of ator- ney and for te phurpose of dis tributing the proceeds among the signers of said power of attorney executed to the undersigned by Mrs. Ella Ogllvie and others, tte undersigned will, on October 20, 1934, at 2:30 o’clock p. m., at the garage of J. T. Finley, deceased, on the north side of C street, in North Wllkesboro, N. C., In close proximity to the new post office building, sell to the highest bid der upon the following terms; One-fourth cash, one-fourth in three months, one-fourth In six months, and the remainder in nine months, subject to the con firmation of the undersigned, the said garage and lot upon which it stands, being lots 17 and 19, in Block 44, map of North Wilkes- boro, having a frontage on C street of 50 feet and running back 140 feet to an alley con taining 7,000 square feet, sub ject to a party wall agreement with Isaac H. fTiNeill contained in deed to him .’ecorded In of fice of register of deeds of Wilkes county, in Book 147, page 501. For full and complete descrip tion of the lands herein to be sold, see deed from Winston Land & Improvement to J. T. Finley, recorded In office of reg ister of dedes of Wilkes county in Book 18, page 266. This 20 th day of Sept. 1934. J. R. FINLTY, l-15-4t By Power of Attorney. NOTICE OPG SALE OP REAL ESTATE Under and by virt’ue of the power of sale contained in a certain Deed of Trust executed by W. A. Durham and wife, Jul- ina Durham, on the Sth day of December, 1932, to me as Trus tee for R. R. Crater, to secure the payment of a note therein mentioned, and default having been made in the payment there of, and demand having lieen made on me; I will, therefore, on Monday, .November 5, 1934, at ten o'clock a. m., at the courthouse door in Wilkesboro, offer for sale tor cash to the highest bidder, the following described real estate, to-wit: A certain tract of land lying and being In Edwards township, Wilkes county, near the Town of Ronda, N. C. Adjoining the lands of J. K. Tharpe, Tucker Road and oth ers: Beginning at the Northwest corner of Lot No. 46, Map 1, sec tion B, Poplin Heights Develop ment on Traphill Road; running with road north 50 3-4 degrees west 165 feet; north 53 3-4 de grees west 311 feet to forks of road; thence with Tucker Road south 32 1-2 degrees west 200 feet to a stake; thence south 32 1-2 degrees east 446 feet to a stake, (Southwest corner Lot No. 46 sold J. K. Tharpe); thence north 41 degrees east 200 feet to the beginning, con taining two and one-tenth (2.1) acres, more or less. This Sth day of Oct., 1934. A. H. CASEY, 10-2 9-41. Trustee. euiflt gz«« and Jiasr mud* ipeum. The ftrzt two are good OB idlB of medium or good lertili* if. The letter wffl thrive on fer. aoila and do weO on Ine fer tile land. - Copies of tbe ballittin, e:rieii8ion TitiiLaclymHtnr B|fEk4)niu^ Lazathra AH Her Famfly Bhnfli bow Btadc-Driniidit fills the aoeds of s family lasattve in ths homo of ICtSL J. B. stoker, Fort Worth, Texas: "Ths grown-ups ta my fiunily,” sho writes, *1isve always taken powdered Thedfoid’s Black-Dtau^ for biliousness, hsadadtes and other ailments (hm to constipation) and fouzid it a z«- Uabls remmly. I was very ^dessed when I saw Syrup of Black- Draught advertised. I bought It and gave It to my little daughters, ages 6 and 4. They needed some thing to cleanse th^ systems and Syrup of Black-Draught acted well." ... Your druggist sells this reliable laxative in both forms. •^Ohlldren like the Syrup." eirenlar No. 202| may Jw .•d upon application to the i •dbter at State college.'^^ /' 6 6 6 LiqaV. ToUets, Salve. New Cbedcs Malaria in 3 days. ^ first day, Headaches or Neurilipf in 30 minutes. , FINE LAXATIVE AND TCilie j Most Speedy ReiiiedieB Known ADmiNTSTRATRIX WC North Carolina, Wilkes CouB-i ty. Having qualified as adminis-j tratrix of the Estate of 3. W., Shepherd, late, of Wilkes county,4 North Carolina, this Is to notify^ all persons having claims agai^J the Estate of the said deceased ‘ to file said claims with tbe und ersigned Administratrix on or before twelve months from’ the, date of this notice or same will’ be plead in bar of their rijjjgi^to : recover. All persons IndilJSpms ’ said Estate are requested' to make payment thereof at once. This 28th day of Sept, 1934. MRS. ELLA SHEPHERD, Administratrix of th® Estate of J. W. Shepherd, dec’d. ll-l-6t TOUOHER/ and LONGER LIVED ^ jf' CAREY SOLKA Three things make an asphalt roof long lived—strength, saturation and flexibility. Carey Solka Roofing is stronger than you ever thought a roof could be. It containa about 30% more Carey asphalt saturation. And, due to the strength of the special fibres, Carey Solka Roofing Is ex tremely flexible — it doesn’t crack even when fitted around sharp angles. Come and get a free simple—your own test will be more convincing than anything we could eay. Cany Botka RooBaf coo- tains sptclal csllnioM fibre*, prodnetd and petr ified \>7 the exclnslTe 6oika procese. Theee fibres have tremendooe Btrencth, yet they are highly flaaible. And fi“ sally, the felt contain- iag these fibres bolds nuieh more Car^ as phalt latarast Wilkesboro Mfg. Co. SQLKA ROOFING TRY TO TEAR IT' SEE THE WORLD’S FAIR 3-DAY ECONOMY TOUR “A” JQ (Transportation to and from Chicago Included)’ This tour rate if $28.10 is for one person, and includes all features listed below. It provides a most inexpen sive and enjoyable visit to the World's Fair, and is es pecially suited to the tourist whose time is limited: 3 days’ and 2 nights’ hotel accommodation. Transportation from terminal to hotel. 2 General admissions to the Exposition grounds. Admission to one of the following: Fort Dearborn, Lama Temple, Colonial Village. 5. Sightseeing bus tour of the fair grounds. 6. Choice of one of the following sightseeing trips : (a) Chicago Northside tour by Gray Line (b) Chicago Southside by Gray Line, (c) Chicago Stockyards Tour by Gray Line, (d) Moonlight cruise on Lake Michigan, or any of the other sightseeing cruises operated by the Steamer Roosevelt. 6-DAY ECONOMY TOUR “B” CQC gA (Transportation to and from Chicago Includedj’F • This tour rate of $35.60 is for one person, and includes all features listed below: 1. 6 days’ and nights’ hotel accommodation. 2. Transportation from terminal hotel. 3. 3 General admission tickets to the exposition grounds i. Admission to one of the following: Fort Dearborn, Lama Temple, Colonial Village, b. Sightseeing bus tour of the fair grounds. 6. Includes same as listed in paragraph six above. For Further information consiUt Local Agent ATLANTIC GREYHOUND LINES.. Beach Kellar, Agent North Wilkesboro, N. C.^ Cecil B. DeMille’s Glamorous Picture— STORYof CLEOPATRA Events in the Life of the Glamorous Empress, Suggested by Cecil B. DeMille’s "Cleopatra" ‘Cleopatra’ WILL BE SHOWN AT THE Liberty Theatre AT AN EARLY DATE Caesar receives his first warning of disaster the day of his triumphal entrance into Rome! Mingled with the cheers of the populace, Caesar hears one voice cry out,"Bewore the Ides of March"! But Caesar is ambitious and refuses to listen. Refusing to follow the advice of his friends, Mare Antony and Enobarbus, Caesar decides to go to the Senate to force the offer of a crown ond recog nition of the hated Cleopatra os his, ond Rome’s, Queen! Colpurnio, in tears, begs him not to go! But Caesar is ambitious and goes to the Senate on the fateful Ides of AAarch! There he meets the daggers of Cassius, Casca and Brutus who will have no king—and certoinly no Egyptian Queen, set over them! A messenger bears the terrible news to Cleopatra! She would go to her lover's side, despite pubHe . clamor for her deoth, but Apoilodorus insists Ihot she fiee from Rome before it is too late.
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