TEWLFTH INSTALLMENT
It was evident that Neil was
blowing off steam which had accu
mulated for some time, and secretly
Joyce's spirit rose a little. She was
glad that he was asserting himself.
She had an odd little feeling ? odd
when you considered that he was,
in terms of actual experience, noth
ing to her? of pride in his outburst.
Prills seemed to her more than ever ,
an alien, a separate individual, al
most like a first wife. She was filled I
with an overwhelming desire to
erase that hurt look from his face.
"I'm not trying to put anything
over on you. I ... I don't blame
you for not believing me now, but
I swear I'm telling the truth about
this. I know I've been pretty . . .
rotten, but now . . ." she paused.
It was so difficult to say what she
wanted to. A mixture of shyness
and fear, and the unaccustomed
n ess of putting her feelings into
words, held her back for a moment.
again her desire to make Neil
Hjbe that she wanted to be friends
him, that in the future he
would not have to worry about her
actions, drove her on. "Well . . .
perhaps that blow on the head
knocked a little . . . sfense into me."
On impulse alone Joyce suddenly
came close to him and smiled up
into his face, a little tremulously,
and said, "Please, let's start over I
again . . . and after this . . . well I
don't expect me to be any- white
robed angel, but I'll try not to wor- j
ry you too much."
She was unable to s'ay more, for
Packard abruptly drew her close to ?
him and kissed her again and again,
murmuring words of grateful sur
prise and happiness. "Prills, darl- j
ing ... I love you so, sweetheart!
You . . . you really mean it. dear?
I thought all my chances of happi- .
ness were gone, but now ... Ill do
everything I can to make it worth
while ? to help you if you really |
mean it."
Joyce, submitting to his caresses,
reflected ruefuly that she had never
been so much kissed in her life as
^he had been since she woke up in
Mrs. Neil Packard's bed. Gently she
tried to free herself. Poor Neil! He
did find it hard to believe that any
such miracle as this had happened.
She smiled again, all her joy in the
day restored, knowing that he would
go off to work filled with hope for
the future security of his home and
happiness.
"Of course, I mean it. But you
needn't take my word for it. Just
give it a thirty days' trial. Satisfac
tion guaranteed or your money re
funded." she replied lightly, slipping
out of his arms, "better run along
to work now or you might lose your
job. And don't forget our date at
five this afternoon."
"You bet I wont! Gee, but . . .
whoopee! I ... I wish I didn't have
to go down to the office. I feel like
celebrating "
"You go ftlong!" exclaimed Joyce,
alarmed at the threatened loss of
her day of freedom and feeling the
need of a rest after the strain of
this stormy scene, "I can't have you
around all day. I'm going to be
busy."
^ft^l right! And say, if anything
I H come up you'd rather do this
VKrnoon, it's all right, you know.
We can go to mothers' some other
time."
"The date & made. If it's broken,
it'll be your doing."
When she got out to the stable
Joyce found Sam about to mount
the black horse. "Oh, Sam, where
are you going?"
"Why, Mr. Packard asked me to
take some papers to Jake Anson.
It's up beyond Elk FTat in the hills,
a good long way from the road, so
he told me I'd better ride Barney,"
explained Sam.
"Well, couldn't I go with you?"
demanded Joyce. She was still a lit
tle nervous about going out alone,
when all the trails were so unfa
miliar to her.
"Why, sure! Ill saddle Rosita."
When Joyce got back at noon af
ter a two-hour ride, during which
she learned much about the coun
try and its possibilities for horse
back riding, she wag informed by
Roxle that she had missed two sets
of callers.
Joyce played wth Dickie in the
garden for half an hour after lunch
and then she retired to her room
to test and read until time for Neil's
return. 'I'm out to every one, Rox
le," she gave definite instruction*.
*1 don't care if it's the Prince of
Wales."
At four-thirty she dressed care
fully and then waited for Nell to
appear. She was pleased when she
heard him arriving at ten minutes
before five, an evidence that he in
tended to take no chances of min
ing their appointment.
When he came in and saw Joyce
in the living room, obviously ready
to go, his anxious look turned into
a positive beam of pleasure and
relief.
"Hullo, Frills, all ready to go?
^ne!" and as Joyce got up he ap
proached her with the intention of
kissing her. But she stepped aside
and made it plain that she prefer
red to avoid his greeting. To her re
lief he did not press the matter.
"How's the Duesenberg working?"!
he inquired as they went out to
gether.
"Oh, it's all right," replied Joyce
indifferently. She went up to Neil's
big blue car and waited for hirrf to
open the front door.
"Dont you want to go in your j
roaddter?- asked Neil in surprise,
stopping beside the car. *
"No, I don't, I don't like the color ,
of it," retorted Joyce, and supress
ing a smile, she continued hastily,'
"anyhow, I prefer to have you drive
today."
Packard got in and started the
engine without further delay. Theyj
drove down the main street of Man
zanita where they were greeted right
and left by a bewildering number
of people and Joyce was on pins and
needles for fear Neil would stop to
talk to any of them. After half an
hour during which she grew more
nervous every minute ? what in the
world would she say to Neil's moth- j
er? ? they stopped finally at a
charming little bungalow covered ,
with rose vines and surrounded by i
a garden of beautfiul flowers. They !
entered a friendly, low-ceilinged
dear, my dear, nothing would make
me happier than to ... to be able
to be a friend of ihy son's wife,"
she replied, her lips quivering, "to
have you want it!" She laid her
arm gently around Joyce's shouders.
"I'm coming again soon, alone,
and then, well . . . well get ac
quainted," stammered Joyce. She
rose and lifting her head nearer,
kissed Mrs. Packard lightly. Then
she ran out of the room to Neil.
When they got back to the house
Joyce was relieved to find that they
had no company.
"Let's see what's on the radio
tonight?" suggested Neil. Joyce as
sented, rather courious to hear. She
soon discovered that Neil's idea of
enjoying the radio was to spend all
his time and effort trying to get
distant stations.
Joyce, bored finally at the super
latives of the unseen Speaker who
was boosting enthusiastically for
the glories of California, got up and
said goodnight, hoping that Neil
would reman downstairs.
Packard immediately shut off the
radio and- announced his intention
of accompanying her. By the air of
happy expectation on his: face, Joyce
realized that she was about to reap
the inevitable results of her friend
liness toward him that day.
She decided this time to take no
chance of repeating the soap inci
She laid her arm gently around Joyce's shoulder.
room paneled in white with wide
windows framing a view of dstant
mountains across the valley.
Mrs. Packard rose to meet them
and Neil, kissing her, said gently,
"Well, mother, here we are, come
to make you a little call. Prills and
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"My dears, I'm deighted to see
you both!" exclaimed his mother,
holding out her han? to Joyce
while she kept Neil in her clasp at
the same time. Joyce Shook hands
with her and smiled silently.
"Do sit down, children, it's so
good to see you," went on Mrs. Pack
ard, beaming happily as she return
ed to her comfortable armchair in
front of one of the windows, "when
did you get back, Neil?"
"Last night, mother ,and you bet
I'm glad to be back," replied Pack
ard.
Neil's mother was a woman in her
late sixties, with soft gray hair, and
a face pleasantly fresh and clear
skinned. Only in her dark eyes
could one read the shadow of past
sorrows, mingled with present lone
liness and pain. Joyce thought,
and when she did not smile her
mouth was set in curves of quiet
resignation.
"Are you feeling quite well again,
my dear?", asked Mrs. Packard after
Neil had told about his trip, "Neil
said you had had a bad fall."
"Oh, yes, I didn't really get hurt,"
replied Joyce, "though I suppose I
might easily have been killed."
'"Yes, it frightens me to think
of it,' 'said Mrs. Packard, a shadow
crossing her face.
"Prills is looking well, though,
don't you think, mother?" asked
Neil. "Dos spoke of it to me today.
She's been keeping sort of quiet
since the accident and getting in a
lot of sleep!" j
When they were outside the
house, Joyce, seized by a sudden
Impulse, said to Neil, "Wait a min
ute. Ill be right out again," and
turning, she went back into the
house. Mrs. Packaij} who had been
sitting quietly gazing out of the
window, looked up in surprise when
she saw her daughter-in-law re
appear.
Joyce ran across the room and
kneeling beside the chair, she said
hastily, before her courage Should
go back on her, "Do you ... do
you suppose we could be friends,
after all? Or has Prills . . . have
I been too awful?"
To her dismay she saw Mrs. Pack
ard's eyes fill with quick tears and
a flush mount to her forehead. "My
tl
dent and when they reached the
bedroom she turned to him said
said, "Good-night, Neil, I'm going to
read for a while."
"But, Prills, sweetheart," he be- 0
gan, detaining her, "you've been mf
wonderful today and ? I love yf
so! I want you so, dear." He dry I?
her closer into his arms whispf
ing the last wordg close to her e(.
"Such adorable little ears!" he saj,
kissing them again and again, "a
be so happy if I were sure of yof
"Listen, Neil," she said quief,
"won't you, if I ask you as a fair
to me and as a return for beig
what you call reasonable and sfl
sible, won't you please let me slto
in the other room without askig
questions and going through tfs
sort of thing every night?"
Her manner evidently made
impression on him for he relea^d
her immediately, saying, "I'm soiy,
dear. It's just that I love you i."
He paused and added hesitating,
"But ? will you come of your cvn
accord when you're ready?"
"Of course," pomised Joyce
tily, Suddenly extremely em -
rassed by the conversation
her momentary self-confidence.
said good-night again and
to her room and shut the di
n
Wins Air Race
Henrietta Sumner, of Los Angeles.
Calif., flew 45 miles in 17 minutes, 7
seconds in the second annual air race _
for women flyers at New York, June
4 thus winning the Annette Gibson
> us), award over 23 competitors.
The next night when they were
going upstairs Neil said, "Look here
sweet, I hate like the devil to have
you sleeping indoors. You ought tc
be getting all this wonderful frest
air. Let me move your bed out to
the other end of the porch. I won't
bother you."
"Oh, there's plenty of fresh air in
my room with all those windows
open," returned Joyce hastily, "real
ly it's Just like being out of doors."
"Let me sleep indoors then," he
suggested, generously, "and you
sleep out here."
"I'm lots more comfortable in
side ? you're lot more dependent on
air, than I am," she told him.
Nearly a fortnight later Jojce set
off one morning on Rosita for an
all-day ramble through tly hills.
She carried her lunch an a a book
with her and told Roxie rft to ex
pect her back until late i the af
ternoon. /
CONTINUED NEXT ATEEK
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Sunday
School
Lesson
JESUS RISES FVM THE DEAD
Lesson for June ? Mark 16:1-20
Golden Te* Mark 16:6
The words ofour Golden Text,
"He risen," ft? spoken by the
white-robed monger at the tomb
of Jesus, to f women who "hadj
come early odne
Resurrection fa*
t o anoint Aeir
dead Master /hen
they arriveAhey
found that Some
thing ver/?nus
ual had /pi*n
ed. There /d been
a might/ earth
quake, t/ huge
stone b/re the
sepulch^vas roll
CU to , ouu
in the/mb was
in anf figure.
Natiiy the women were fright
;ned. A*t the angel reassured
Jiem. Po not be terrified," he
said, k is Jesus you are looking
for. J is risen! He is not here!"
Whatpse women needed was faith,
faith/ a living Lord. It was to
that ith the angel called them.
Of^urse the Easter story has
in it ie elements of fact as well as
the iven of faith. The Golden
rexiay be considered a statement
3f as well ag the pronounce
mei >f a faith. But the faith is
moi significant than the fact. It'
is (s Easter faith in a Christ
tru^hant over death that consti
tute the foundation stone of the
? li^i? ? iiwnV)
Tial actually iiappeneu ui uic ?
dJof Resurrection we do not pre
ciiy know. But we can, with per- j
f0 confidence, look at Jesus with
tJ eyes of faith, and say "He
res;" And we can remember our
ved ones, hidden from sight, and
ly say, also with faith, "They, too,
re alive!" Then we can look at
jrSelves again in faith, and cry,
Ne too shall live!"
But the Easter faith is much more
lan the assurance of immortality.
; is a faith we desperately need
)r the proper conduct of the affairs
f every day. Marshal Foch once
lid that morale is more important
lan material. Now morale is the
?uit of faith, the faith St. John
edls "the victory that overcometh
tie world."
Too many of us try to live within
he narrow walls of proof. We seek
o explain everything. What we need
0 learn is to release our energies
1 the spirit of a great adventure
f faith.
Bruce Barton
TO SUCCESS WITHOUT
SINCERITY
Sincerity glistened like sunshine
through every sentence Jesus ut
tered; sincerity is the third essen
tial. Many wealthy men have pur
chased newspapers with the idea of
luvaiicmg ineir
personal fortunes,
Dr bringing about
some political ac
tion in which they
have a private in
terest. Such news
papers almost in
variably fail. No
matter how much
money is spent
on them, no mat
ter how zealously
the Secret of
their ownership an
Is guarded, the readers
scions that something
They feel that the voice <
tor is not his own. The public
a sixth *n se for detecting f
cerity; they know instinct vely
words ring true.
It was the way Jesus
men, and the life he k
them gave his words
power. .What he was and
said were one and the san
Nobody could ?tand at his
even a minute without bel
suaded that here was a i
loved people and consldc
the humblest of them
the best be had to give.
There is no superstition more
deadening to a writer than the idea
that he can "write down" to his
readers. No man was ever big
enough to build an enduring suc
cess on the basis of insincerity; but
many comparatively small men, like
Peter the Hermit or Billy Sunday,
fired with conviction, have been able
to create and sustain a very con
siderable Influence.
Jesus was notably tolerant of al
most all kinds of sinners. He liked
the companionship of the rough and
ready folk who were entirely out
side the churches; he was tender
toward unfortunate women; he had
a special fondness for James and
John whose ungovernable tempers
had given them the title of "Sons
of Thunder" ; he forgave the weak
ness of Peter who denied him; and
was not resentful at the unbelief of
his near relatives and his native
WW. . I
out ior one sin ne naa no tnercy.
He denounced the insincerity of the
Pharisees in phrases which sting
like the lash of a whip, lltey
thought they had a first mortgage
3n the Kingdom of Heaven, and he
told them scornfully that only
those' who become like little chil
dren have any chance of entering
in.
muie cnuaren Know no pretense.
They are startlingly frank They look
at the world through clear eyes and
say only what they think. No writer,
no orator, no salesman exercises
any large dominion in the world
unless he can humble himself and
partake of their nature.
"Though I speak with the ton
gues of men and of angels and
lave not love, I am become as
funding brass or a tinkling cym
>al," wrote Saint Paul.
Much braes lias been sounded
ind many cymbals tinkled in the
lame of advertising; but the
.dvertisementfi which persuade peo
ile to act are written by men who
lave an abiding respect for the
itelligence of their readers, and a
eep sincerity regarding the merits
f the goods they have to sell.
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Washing cretonne slip covers in
ran wate> helps them retain their
Dior. '
More than 63,430 motor buses are
1 use for transporting school chil
ren in the United States.
THESE ARE
FLYING TIMES
An American aviator, James; Mat
' tern, breaks the world's record foi
air travel between New York and
Moscow. The President's wife flies
across the continent. Prank Hawks
flies from Los Angeles to New York
without touching the controls.
Plying seems to be looking up.
Of course, some of the revival of in
terest in aviation is puresly season
al; we're having better flyng wea
ther than in mid-winter. But look
ing over the figures of passenger
mileage on the great airplane
routes whose planes make their
schedules day in, day out, at all
seasons of the year, we are forced
to the conclusion that traveling by
air has at last become as popular
in America as it has been for years
in Europe.
It is only six years since Lindy
flew the Atlantic. That really gave
commercial aviation its first great
Start in America. We had lagged
behind Europe in the development
both of military planes and of com
mercial flying, although aviation is
the one great advance in human
progress which all the world con
cedes to be of American origin. The
var forced military aviation on us,
aut there is a vast difference be
;ween military planes and commer
:ial flying. Military planes have to
>e Swift and maneuverable; safety
s a minor consideration. Commer
cial planes have to be safe, first.
Most of the difficulties and acci
dent* of early commercial aviation
in this county were due to the effort
to make military planes do work
they were not deigned for.
j Now we have developed commer
cial, passenger-carrying planes
which are far safer than motor
cars, if the proportion of accidents
to mileage is considered. They are
equipped fWlth instalments which
enable them to fly u safely by
night or in fog as in broad day
light. By radio they are in touch
with the ground at all times, re
ceiving weather reports and flying
instructions, and, lately, even being
able to carry on conversation with
distant points and other planes
while flying. And the latest achieve
ment, the "robot" pilot which
guides the plane according to the
compass, removes the danger of the
pilot going to jsleep.
Planes are getting faster, safer
and cheaper. Perhaps the airplane
may prove the great new Industry
which will give the impetus to our
next wave of prosperity, as the
automobile did for the last one. At
any rate, we note that the biggest
af all motor-car companies has
sought control of the biggest of the
?ir-lines. ? Autocaster.
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West Africa is the home of the
vorld's smallest antelope; It stands
>nly a little over 12 inches high at
he shoulders.
Want , A Nice Building Lot
We have several good building lots
which can be bought reasonably and on
easy terms. If you are interested ? either
in a lot or a home see
ROXBORO BUILDING & LOAN
ASSOCIATION
J. S. Walker, Sec.
I I That cherished phrase, "Business is Better" is again
being heard throughout the land. It emanates from many
tranches of business and industry and marks an actual
jturn into better days. . . . Public confidence is being re
Istored and the people as a whole are in the mood to go
'ahead. . . . As an individual, are you making plans to
create a place for yourself in the new order of business?
... If so we feel that we can serve you in a highly effi
cient manner. We solicit your patronage.
Courier
Quality Job Printing and Advertising
Phone 39
1881 1933
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