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H Martj Imlaij Taylor^ / ??RC.n.?. MjrocAcrs# ?MMes NINETEENTH installment "Her lips were dry. "Stealing " "No!" snapped, then his hands uenched on the edge of the bed md he choked back a sob. "She took ?hat money?the money I stole to ave her Old father from jail?and >?ught a trousseau?and?got mar led?and went to Europe!" He stag [ered to his feet, shaking his fist at pace. "Went to Europe!" he shout **? "her old father was all a bloom ng lie?she went to Europe with he man she'd been engaged to for ?wo years!" Nancy, sitting alone on the edge if the bed now. gasped with relief. I m so glad," she cried, "so glad!" Roddy stopped in his furious out lurst to glare at her. "Money! She wanted money!" he aved, "a woman who uses a man's ove for her?to get njoney " he topped, choking, "there's nothing >ad enough for a woman like that!" ie cried, "nothing!" "I've got nothing to live for" toddy went on, "the worlds rotten -I'm twenty-three and I've drained ife to thei dregs! I've thrown up my ob, sis, I couldn't face It any long r?I'd lied enough for her. I re igned." "Rod, you didn't?you didnt owe ?nything, did you " "No! Not a dam' cent?what do I rant with money. The whole world's ike a rotten apple, the inside's ead.v to_come out! I went on a pree. Nance, the biggest spree I ver had in my life. I drank up all had. I " he. sank down in a hair opposite and rested his head ,n his clenched fists?"I'm a darned oafer. I Ought to be shot. I've dis xaced you all, I've stolen. I'm out ?f work. Why don't you shoot m" lance?" His sister did not answer him ? he was choked with her own mis ry. It had been no use, no use in he world; she had not saved Rod ly. she had only made his worse! "Oh Roddy!" she gasped, "oh, toddy. I wish I were dead!" Roddy stared at her. His jaw Iropping; suddenly the selfishness f his own anguish was penetrated, fancy's forlorn cry went to his leart Nancy, Im a rotter!" he groan d- "I'm no good on earth!" Neither am I!" Nancy's voice ras smothered. "I'm?I'm just as ad! It's my fault-I?fl've made very-thing worse!?I?it's all gone or nothing!" she cried. It hasn't?listen!" he came over .nd seized her by the shoulder, al most shaking her, "it hasnt gone or nothing?if you mean that con ounded money? I paid it all In? hey never said a word 'about it; ve thought, sometimes, that old leaver knew-?but he's only watch d me .that's all. And now?well, hey don't need to worry about me my more?I quit." "Roddy, we thought you'd try to nake good!" He crimsoned with shame. It eemed to take the high tragedy out ?f it. Nancy, watching him, saw'how he elt. She got up slowly from her eat on his bed and went to him Come home soon, Roddy," she vhispered, "please come home?we '11 love you?all of us. Don't hurt is any more!" Nancy shut the door softly and went downstairs. Richard was standing with his back to his own door when she came down. "Thank you for Roddy." she said with-" stiff lips, "please send him home." "Nancy," said Richard hoarsely, "you're unhappy, I see it. I wont hold you against your will. You can get a divorce. I?want it, don't [ you?" i She turned her face away, refus- | ing to look at him. "The sooner the better!" she cried, and ran past him out of the house. The task of telling Mr. Gordon1 about Roddy fell to Nancy; her mother would not face it. Mr. Gordon's face worked. "Give him another chance, Papa! Poor Rod." Mr. Gordon passed his other hand over his face, then he let It fall heavily on his daughter's shoulder. "My poor girl! You ruined your life for that?that young scalawag!" She did not trust herself to look up. "Nancy Virginia,!' her father said at last, slowly, I won't have this secret kept any longer?you've got to get a divorce?I'll?make that fellow give it you you!" Nancy rose slowly to her feet. "He says I can have . it;-"' she told him, moving away from him. "He doesnt want me, that's all," she added with a little gasp. _ j She ran upstairs and shut herself in her own room. Dropping on thej edge of the bed, she stared out of the window with unseeing eyes. In her pocket was a letter from Page Roemer; in it he sued for forgive ness?pleading his love. "Forgive me, trust me, I? only I want to serve you." Nancy tore it in little pieces, just as Page Rcemer had torn her love for him in little pieces and tramp led It in the mire?when he asked her to run away with him. Roddy, tramping in the wet mea dow grass, had gotten to the bottom of his misery. "Pretty white to treat a poor devil like me so well!" ne mused bitterly, with that rush of friendship for Richard that comes to a man at the end of his tether. No one had told him that he owed his freedom to Richard. Roddy, in the rush of his friend ship and gratitude to Richard, did not know how much he owed. He was tramping up and down the river meadow in the dusk when he came suddenly upon old Major Lo max. "Eh, there!" he shouted.- ? Roddy stumbled. He knew the | voice and It brought a rush of mem ory. "It's only Rod Gordon, Major," he said in a choked voice. The old man set down his lantern and held out-his hand. "Come and shake hands then, sir," he siad sharply, "drat it, I thought I'd caught my chicken thief!" Red in the face, Roddy came up and shook hands. The old man swung the lantern in his face. "Been drinking " he asked grim-, ly. "You look fishy, but come In? Angle hears your voice." Roddy wanted to escape. Then he looked up and saw the girl in the ? OUT I MOH Skfc M?? SN? Tvt OkCM THRSt . _ _rLJ,_ TIMES BEFO?. <? ? a COCA-COCA OUGHT iTO M?LP M? "THINK UP AH 10?A HOW TO GCT TH* e?j? Of OLO SN???. .$?k\ HCVLO MR. I I THOUGHT VOU WSRE IN-MAM4A/ , THANKS. llL ? Bt right OP. MEET THE TOIOH JOBS FEELIRO FIT Ord?r by lb* COM (1/4 bottlss) from y6ur d*ol?r K??p it cold ond roody to Mrvo in your rafrjgorotor. j. COCA-COLA BOTTLIN0 CO. 122 ROXBORO, N. C. AUTO ODDITIES -O 1^34?Gulf Refining Com pan ISOOO ?fbNS CMCKS WATCH CRYSTAL 1 WITHOUT -HARMlNGr. WATtH. fQ FiN? IS CONTROL ON 90;AM HAM MTR. US?P 6Y AUTQUOHce MAHUTACTuMR. (1) A steam hammer usedby one of the large automobile companies to make steering knuckles exerts a pressure*"qf 15,000 tons, yet can be so finely adjusted that it can crack the crystal of a watch without harming the rest of the watch. (2) Midget gasoline motors which weigh but a few ounces and have but a single cylinder develop a speed of 6,000 revolutions per minute. (3) In an exhibit at the World's Fair one of the leading automobile manufacturers hr.s installed a chandelier made of real full, sized, automobiles. (24) lighted doorway. Before he knew It,' he was holding her soft cool hands in his. "Come in, come in," said the ma jor testily. "I'm playing chess to-, night with Haddon, but you and An-< gie can talk if you've a mind to.' The major, hanging his lantern on a hook by the door, surveyed him "Beaver says you've given up," he remarked sharply, "going to turn in to a foot-pad. young man, or a toe dancer?which?" "Uncle Robert!" gasped Ahgie. Roddy swallowed hard. "I'm going to work here," he answered thickly, I'm looking for a Job near home| this time?I'm done with New York.", "New York's done with you," cor-! rected the major grimly. Til give you a Job," he said flatly, "got one in the insurance office now?twenty' dollars a week to start?and no fool ing. Take it, Rod?" Roddy gasped. "I'd?I'd like to think about it, sir." | The major laughed shortly. Then he heard their maid-of-all work ad mitting a visitor. r < "There's Haddon t Did you set out the chess table. Angie? All right, then, you take this young firebrand in hand and talk sense to him." He1 started down the hall to meet Had don. but threw a word back over his shoulder. "Better take it. Rod. un less?you want to jockey for Pole-. star." v-v RoddV said nothing. "Wont you sit down. Rod?" He swung around and found her, sitting in her corner, just as she used to sit. 1 "Angle, I'm not fit to lace your boots!" he cried impetuously. She was startled. "I'm so- sorry uncle was rude " she faltered. "please don't mind it, Roddy. He?' he means to be kind." "No one could be dreadful enough to me." said Roddy flinging himself on a low stool at her feet. 1 She was shocked, but her heart began to beat in her throat. He was always impetuous. He had come back to tell her?he was sorry, then! "I've done awful things," he went cn, in a passion of self abnegation,: "do you remember?when I was here last? I didnt come to see you." ; "Yes, I know. I saw you go by? I thought you'd forgotten." "I had." said Roddy, "I was ashamed to remember. I'm a rotter, I Angie. I'd been stealing to help a I bad woman out of trouble." The girl shrank back into her corner. It was a long while before she could speak. "I?cant believe It,' Rcddy; you're?why, you're a Gor don!" 1 He turned crimson. She had touched the tenderest spot about iiim. "I stole fifteen thousand ? dollars from the trust company. Angle. ' I ought to be in Jail," he went on.j pouring it all out in a molten stream' rf passionate regret and repentan-1 tance. "My sister helped me. Nan cy borrowed the money and kept me | out of Jail! A girl, Angie! I'm a lout?I, let her do it.*' Angle's quick gasp escaped him. He was too much wrapped up in himself to perceive that he had given a key to a mystery. Richard had moneys-could N4ncy have gone to him? "I?I'm so glad you didn't go to Jail!" she gasped, and then: "Rod. you ought to have gone. We ought to pay for what we do?our-] selves." He caught her hand and held it | feverishly; he had forgotten his ha tred of the sex. s "You don't despise me?for it?" he asked huskily. She shook her head. Then, sud-j denly, without warning, she burst into tears. Her tears melted Roddy;, he felt a rush of self pity as great .as her pity for him. "Oh. Roddy!" sighed the girl meltingly, and before she knew it her soft fingers touched his brown hair with shy fondness. "Oh, Rod, there was a woman, you said " "I hate her!" he vowed, "I was a fool. Angie. She fooled me. She begged for help for her old father?, oh. a touching story?and she said she'd return it, I?I thought I could myself. Then I found out she was married." he blazed. Angie dried her tears angrily. "She ought to have gone to jail!" 1 "That's what Nance thinks," he admitted a little sheepishly, then, abruptly, he kissed Angle's hand. I "Roddy, you're going to work here? You'll " she hesitated?"you'll take Dncle Robert's offer?" He rose slowly and began to walk. up and down, with the same pictur-1 esque melancholy. "I think I?I'll ask Richard, you see Richard took me in?drunk?and took care of me," Roddy's voice choked, "pretty white, wasn't it? I'm grateful to Richard." * "Grateful?" Angie sprang up, her face crimson, "you've no reason to be grateful to Richard Morgan!" she cried impetuously, "no reason in the world!" Roddy caught the change in heri face. He stood still, with a shock of j surprise. "What do you mean, Angie?" "Don't be grateful to that man!" she answered furiously, "that's all? I can't tell you why, but?let him | alone. Rod!" "Richard Morgan? Why? I don't understand?tell me, Angie." She drew back at that, she saw the look on his face and suddenly remembered. If she told Nancy's brother the story that was going the j rounds, the story that linked Nan cy's name with Morgan's, Roddy would go to Richard and demand satisfaction. He would have to go and It would mean death! The girl began to tremble; she had been a fool, what could she say? CONTINUED NEXT WEEK IN MEMORY OF MY DEAR FATHER! On the 18th day of June, 1934, the death angel came to our home and took 'from us a loved one. It was hard to give him up, but the Lord knows best and He needed him for some purpose, so He took him out of his suffering on that bright and peaceful shore. . Papa was born January 27, 1868. and died June 16. 1934, making his stay on earth 66 years, four months and twenty days. He was the old est son of the late Solomon D. and Susan Prances Clayton, of Person County. On November 23. 1890, be was happily married to Anna Prances Foushee, daughter of the late Haywood D. and Bettle Fou shee, of Person County, and to this union were born eleven children, three boys and eight girls. Two boys "find two girsl died at infancy. One boy, six girls, his wife, eleven grand children, three brothers and two sis ters survive him. May the grace of Ood rest upon his children, grand children and lonely companion, that we may walk in his footsteps cf life, and follow his example he left I do know that his desire was to serve his Lord. The scripture teach es us that a tree is known by the fruit It bears. He always strove for peace In his family, community and church. In July 1918 he joined the Rox aoro Primitive Baptist Church. He pas made Clerk of the Union and Assistant Moderator of the Lower Country Line Association several rears prior to his death. For four years he was Register Jf Deeds of Person county. He-was Postmaster for ten years and was in this office at the time of hlSj death. Funeral services were held at heme. June 17th, at three o'clock.' conducted by his pastor. Elder J. A., Herndon. of Durham, assisted by | Elder E. L. Cobb, of Wilson. N. C., Elder Lex Chandler and Brother J. F. Herbert, of Roxboro, N. C., and Brother S. F. Nicks, of Cedar Grove, N. C. They talked so comfortingly to the bereaved family. He was laid to rest in the Burchwood cemetery beneath a large and beautiful mound of flowers. The large congregation assembled to honor his memory and the profusion of beautiful flowers at tested the esteem in which he was held. He is now gone to his reward but we feel his going made earth poorer and Heaven richer. We know that we can't see him anymore here on earth, but we can live in. such a way that we can meet him in Heaven where there'll be no more pain and death, nothing but peace and Joy. We wish to take this method of thanking our many friends and neighbors and everyone else who showed us such kindness during his illness and death, and especially Dr. B. E. Love, who so faithfull attended to him. All was done that loving hands and a good doctor could do but nothing could stay, the cold hand of death. God saw lit to take him to the beautiful home in Heaven. Written by one who loved him. PRICES LOWERED IN LUMBER LINEI Agreement Would Encourage Home | Owners To Use Federal Repair Funds In order that home owners may| take full-advantage of the loans of fered by the Home "Owners Loan Corporation for the renovation and modernization of homes, lumber dealers and manufacturers have agreed to reduce their prices dras tically. The agreement was reached be tween the Lumber Code Authority in Washington, the Southern Pine Association in -New Orleans and the National Recovery Administration Dealers In Raleigh have been noti fied of reductions of 50 cents a thousand feet for various types of lumber, effective July 20. Reductions are to be.made by the I pine lumber industry all over the) country. The modernization program of the Home Owners' Loan Corporation will be functioning within ten days, the lumbermen have been notified. It is expected that the program will aid materially in improving the building trades and In reviving the lumber business. Northern buyers already are placing orders in antici pation of reconditioning, and home building programs. ' The reconditioning division of the, HO L/C, which has a branch office in i Raleigh, is prepared to take appli cations (or loans (or repairs Or im provements of any kind. The rate for the repayment of loans is $7.91 a month per $1,000 borrowed. A maximum of IS years is allowed for payment of loans. Congress In April appropriated $200,000 to be used for loans to people whose homes have fallen into disrepair during depression years Hid for those who desire to enlarge yt modernize their homes in any ?ray. Procedure for securing recondi tioning loans will be explained to prospective borrowers by Lawrence Brett, head of the reconditioning di vision of the HOLC, with offices in the Commercial Bank building Raleigh, or at any o oe in the State. N o V'M_ '"cY/ilV^SS Do you ever go to work feeling "done in"... dreading the long, hard day ahead of you ? Then light a Camel. Fatigue and irritability slip away in a few minutes. You feel a delightful "lift." Enjoy it as often as you please. Camel's costlier tobaccos never interfere with healthy nerves. 'Get a LIS with a Camel! MAKE THE Roxboro Drug Store YOUR DRUG HEADQUARTERS "Instant Service Curb Deliveries Get a Refreshing Drink at our Fountain and get cooler. KODAKS - FILMS - SUNBURN LOTIONS IPANA TOOTH PASTE 39c MUM 31c LISTERINE SHAVING CREAM 22c RUBBING ALCOHOL COMPOUND, 16 oz. pint 18c ZIP DEPILATORY CREAM T_ ,____-___49c SHU-MILK - 19c MILK OF MAGNESIA TOOTH PASTE : __17e NOXEMA (Large) 45c NOXEMA (Small) 15c LISTERINE TOOTH PASTE with Masso Brush _49c VICK'S ANTISEPTIC 31c McKESSON'S MILK OF MAGNESIA 19c Phone 1 14?We Deliver M. G. Johnson, Mgr. Roxboro, N. C. There are some things we refuse to do to sell a car There are soma things wa rafusa to do to aall a car. Wa lika salaa. but fair-dealing and. tha con fidanca of our cuatomara ara desirable too. For ona thing, wa rafusa to poison any ona's mind against another males of car. Wa know what our car is and what 11 will do. and wa ara ready to tall you about that. But to imply dsfscts in anothsr car is not our business. Wa hare dona our utmost to ancouraga intelligent buying of motor cars by show ing purchassrs how to protaci their own interests. All that a good producer asks is a customer who knows quality when he sees 1L An intelligent purchaser will speedily con clude that only a bad product requires bad sales methods. We refuse to keep dinning in your ears that the Ford V-8 is the best most economical lowest priced car. Thai la claimed for several can. Obviously U cannot bo truo of all. Thoro comoo a point whoro claims and adjectives and all advertising hystoria disappears in its own fog. Personally. I profor fads. Wo say tho Ford V-8 is tho bos! car wo haro oror mado. Wo say that our 8-cylindor car is as oconoml cal to oporato as any lowor numbor of cylinders. Wo say that wo haro always boon known as tho makors of good cars and that tho many good, woll-balancod qualities of our prosont car placo It at tho hoad of our lino to dale. Any one wishing to'do business with us on those principles wilt find' our word and tho quality of our product to bo A4. What wo say about economy, operation and durability will stand good anywhere. [A totter from Mr. Hanry Ford"l Jf publiahod by tha AaaooUtad I ^^>tA Ford Daalara ol tbis territory J \
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