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HURSDAY, MARCH 5, 1936 THE FRANKLIN PRESS AND THE HIGHLANDS MACONIAN PAGE SEVEN Ishbel-Uoss TWELFTH INSTALMENT Joan was dead, but things did 3t end there. He must rouse Dick harlton, who was obviously the jrsoTi to handle this. A knock on IS door brought Dick out, his 3ok still in his hand. “Come quick, Charlton,” said lacduff, “Joan Foster is dead. Slie imped into the pool. It was drain- 1, for landing tomorrow.” For once in his life, words imbled from Macduff’s lips with- .it deliberation. His eyes blood- lot behind the impersonal glare f his spectacles. Dick went white nd caught at his arm. Without a ■ord he followed Macduff across le corridor and passed from bril- ant light into the darkness of i€ pool. Briefly he’ hung over the dge, then covered his face with is hand. Macduff stretched out n arm and gripped him round the noulders. "it’s all right, old man,” he said, L-alizing that the girl had meant Miething in Charlton’s life. “It rauld have been hell for her, had he lived.” “She came to my room tonight, shut the door in her face.” The ,'ords were squeez'Cd through )ick’s closed teeth. He pulled him- elf together. He was the chief of- icer. “I must report at once to Captain Baring,” he said, auto- latically. Once more Dick looked at Joan, ,'hose pale body was moving softly ;ith the rise and fall of the boat, fer rhinestones shone like cat’s yes through the green gloom, A ark trickle spread over the tiles. Macduff went down to his cabin, vhich was as austere as when he lad sailed. He had spurned the pears of Borneo, the leopard skins if Darjeeling, the mandarin robes .f China, and was landing 'empty- landed. He turned on all the lights, o shake off the feeling that he lad been staring for hours into a larkened cave. Tlie sea rolled moothly imder the porthole, but he night was black and moonless. A/ith an effort he forced the dead ;irl out of his thoughts. In a few lOurs now he would be back in iramercy Park. Angela would be )n her way to England as he was •caching home. Would her heart itand the strain of her meeting with Wynant ? Would the cad con- iider her health in his anxiety to diake her off, now that he had net a seventeen-year-old whom he A'anted to marry? Strange, strange, strange, thought Macduff for the hundredth time, that a woman like Angela should love' a man like Wynant! And Jenny wild about Kumfo'rd, wild enough to have squeezed herself out through the porthole for love of him. Macduff ?ot up and examined the brass ring. How in hell had she managed to do it? That was something he never would be able to understand. He’d see how far he could push himself through, and what the water was like from a porthole at night. Catching the rim, he pulled himself up by his arms. His head went out, and he saw the water be low, smooth as black marble, but he could get no farther. His should ers' balked him at once. “Thin as she was,” he thought, “I still don’t see how she did it. She must have had nerve, and the strength of desperation.” With a sharp recoil he thought of Joan again, and wondered if her body were still being rocked on the tiles. He began to undress, hanging his tie on the rack, fold ing his trousers carefully, putting his ooat on a hanger. Every move took time. At last he donned his striped pyjamas and pulled down the covers of his brass bed. Climb ing between the sheets, he lay on his side, smoking and thinking. To morrow they would land. Damned nuisance, customs and all that both er ! Angela wouldn’t be there, but on her way to England. How strangely Joan’s beads had flashed in the green light! The only thing aibout her that had seemed alive. Macduff reached out for his bottle and poured himself a wee “doch- an-dorrach.” He downed it straight and put out the lights, but his pipe still glowed in the dark. Angela was an exceptional woman. She made him feel at times that life was superb, and that he could write much better if she were always near him. Without any talk, she inspired a man to effort. The glow of his pipe grew feebler. At last he banged it out on the washstand, sighed and settled himself for sleep. He could hear a grinding below, that crunching sound of the anchor chain he had heard so often lately, and always for new ports, new scenes, new faces. The engines were in reverse; the boat was swinging around. They must be at Quarantine! That meant home. They would lie there for- the rest of the night. Macduff rolled over to the wall. The throbbing ceased at last, and stillness descended on the ship, broken by the laughter and cries of the last night revel lers. Their voices, drowned before by the pounding sound of the boat in motion, were strangely strident now. The flying steps of excited girls could be heard along the cor ridors. Everything seemed extraord inarily clear, now that the ship had anchored. Macduff felt as if he had emerged from the Cave of the Winds. At last he fell asleep. Angela’s name was on his lips when he wakened five hours later, looking as hard as a rock, sober and fresh. His first thought was “I’ll soon be saying good-bye.” Then he remembered Joan, with a catch of his breath. Ghastly! He was sorry for Charlton. When his steward came with his coffee, he cursed him .because it was cold. Dressing himself with care, he selected the dark green tie that Angela had helped him to buy in Manila. He walked along the cor ridor and out on the deck, to find that they w-ere moving slowly up the bay in the haze of the early morning. The shore and the water seemed deadly dull after the sharp contrasts of the tropics. There was nothing in the neutral landscape to excite the eye until the skyscraper came into view. The passengers did not look like themeelves this morn ing, for they were all togged out in their city clothes. The celebrants of the night before were slowly coming to life, feeling sick and depressed. Couples who would soon be parted hung together at the rail, watching the encroaching shore line with dismay. One youth was fumblingly trying to say good-bye to a girl whom he now adored. Soon he would be meeting his bride of a year, and their baby, born a month ago. His hand pluck ed nervously at his companion’s coat. Their glances were telling, their story, but nobody cared. Angela was there—-cool, composed, in a black tailored costume and a small black hat, with a fur around her shoulders. Her face was drain ed of colour. As usual, she had dreamed through the night of Jenny’s face and her thin, pale hands clutching at the water. It dawned on Macduff that none of them knew about Joan, not even Angela. He moved over toward’s her. “Good-morning, Angela.” “Macduff, I’m glad to see you. 1 was afraid you were sleeping in. I wanted you to watch the skyline with me. It’s thrilling.” “I’m sorry to see it,” said Mac duff, gloomily. “Not really?” “Yes,, really.” They stood close together and watched the buildings swiming into view—tall grey spires, glittering through the morning haze, like a gigantic fresco flung against the sky. Angela could imagine thou sands of people going to work, typewriters clicking behind the my riad panes of glass, and captains of industry starting out on' their daily tasks. “An exciting city!” she exclaimsd. “Yes, if you get what you want in it,” Macduff conceded. “I shall feel quite dull when I get back to my tulips and roses, know ing that, all over the world, Jap anese and Chinese and Filipinos and Hindus are doing these strange things we have seen them at, with everyone grasping for a little bit of happiness near at hand. And in America the great panacea Is work, isn’t it?” “One simply has to work in New York or perish of boredom and dis approval,” Macduff observed. Angela’s .thoughts were centered on Macduff, who was looking pro foundly miserable. She hated to leave him. Such a good friend, such a good companion! Her black- gloved hand touched his sleeve. “Macduff, I think we must say good-bye.” “Not good-bye, Angela.” His lips were stiff with cold. “Yes, my dear, at once! Now leave me ibefore 1 burst into tears. 1 shall sec you some time in Eng land.” Macduff caught and held her hand. He raised it slowly to his chest and his eyes burned into into hers. “Angela,” he said, “I—well, good bye!” he snapped, and turned his back on her. The gangplank was down. He walked across it in time to see Johnny embraced by his father, and to hear him say: “Dad, this is Patty, your future daughter-in- law.” He saw Johnny’s father catch her hands, and Patty’s piquant face turned up to him, sweet and eager. “Good-bye, Mr. Macduff,” John ny shouted. “We’re going to send you an invitation to o-ur wedding.” “Good-bye and good luck,” Mac duff responded, cursing as he made his way to the letter M in the cus toms shed. Halfway down the wharf he noticed Dick, talking ar dently to a girl in powder blue. She was handing him a card with an address, while she devoured him with her eyes. He remembered now that it had been like this at every port, always a girl waiting for Dick —except' at Bombay, where he had devoted himself so disastrously to Miss Mudge. Angela would be across the docks and on her other iboat now, finding her way to a new state room. He felt like driving back to see her again, to tell her some of the things that were welling up within him. Better not to see her again, better to see her some time later in England, wait for her life to straighten out. He wished that he could help her over the difficult bit that was coming. She looked so calm when he left her on the boat, the only woman he had ever known who was clever enough to accept a crushing blow without showing her distress. He did not like being at home. He had nowhere to sit, and even his bookshelves looked unfriendly. He glanced over the titles and came to rest on one of his own books. That made him think of his typewriter, which was still in its dusty corner among his papers, safe from Susannah’s cleaning. She did not dare to touch his papers. He opened it up and started to type, but his fingers were stiff from lack of practice. There was nothing to write. His mind was a blank. The bloody flatness of everything! His thoughts went round in circles—the boat, Angela, cherry blossoms, the mists of Dar jeeling, the elephants at Kandy, Johnny and Patty, Jenny squeez ing her way into the China Sea, Joan crushed at the bottom of the tank, Angela, Angela! He covered his face with his hands to ward off the spectres that haunted him now. Macduff was stung at last to suffering; alive as be had never been alive before. This, then, was the way that Angela had felt about Lovat, and J’enny about Rumford, and Joan about Dick. Jt was easier | to understand things now. In desperation he went to the window and looked out at Gram- ercy Park, a sight that had often soothed him in years gone by. A long, deep whistle stopped his brooding. That ■would be Angela’s -ship sailing at noon. He moved to the door. Too late now! She would be gone. He sank wearily on his ruined chair, and in a blinding flash Macduff knew that there could be no life for him now without Angela. (The End) Pjionoimcing "Janet” Janet is pronounced either with the stress on the first syllable— jan-et—or on the second—Ja-net. The former is customary in Eng land, and is now superseding the latter in the United States. —Literary Digest. FORESTS BRING MOREREVENUE Upturn in Lumber Results In Larger Sales of Timber Southern National I'orests brought in more revenue from the sale of timber during the last six months of 1935 than any other Federal Forest Service Region in the United States «xcept one, in the Northern timber belt. Accord ing to Joseph C. Kircher, Southern Regional Forester, income from timber sales for that period amounted to $197,(XX). This was an increase of $33,(KK) over a similar p'Criod the year before. Kircher stated that increased ac tivity in the lumber market was responsible for this upturn. He ex plained that the United States F'orest Service makes no effort to stimulate sales but waits for ap- l)licatio,ns from lumbermen to take timber out for market. When such applications are received, forest of ficers determine units and stands that should cut out, and mark the individual trees that are ready for market. The timber is then taken out by private lumbermen under Federal supervision. The Ozark National Forest in Arkansas led all other Southern National Forests in earnings from the sale of timber with receipts amounting to approximately $7(),(XK). The Ouachita Forest in Arkansas and Oklahoma was next with timber earnings of $68,(XX). Revenue from timber sales in other national J'orests in the South were as follows : The Osceola National F'orest, $22,- 881 : Choctawhatchee National For est, $2,922; Apalachicola, $97.50; Ocala, $46.20. These forests are in Florida. Pisgah National Forest, $12,004. North Carollna-Tennessee. Nantahala National Forest, $7,741. Georgia-North Carolina-South Car olina. Cherokee National Forest, $8,516. Georgia-Tennessee—North Carolina. DeSoto National F^orest, $1,835. Mississippi. Kisatchie National Forest, $735.75. T-ouisiana. Th« National Forests with low earnings from timber sales, Kircher said, are recently acquired areas of cut-over lanls with little or ' no marketable timber on them. The object of their purchase by the U. S. Forest Service is to restore their timber resources. Tlie ma jority of this land lies in the quick- growing pine belt and may be ex pected to begin earning its way in a short time. Uses for Sugars Sugars of the glucose group can be used in making vinegar by fer menting the sugar with yeast, after which the resulting alcohol can be converted to vinegar in the pres ence of ecetic bacteria. LEGAL ADVERTISING NOTICE OF SALE North Carolina Macon County IN SUPERIOR COURT Sam J. Murray, Administrator of the Estate of Jack (Jackson) Mal- lonee, Deceased vs. Callie Mallonee, Widow of Jack (Jackson) Mallonee, Deceased, Bessie Johnson and husband, .... Johnson, Leona Black and husband Black, Lena Griffin and husband Griffin, Charlie Mallonee and wife Mallonee, Fannie Guy and husband, William Guy, Carrie Mingus and husband, Ed Mingus, Verlie May Lucas and husband Lucas, Claude Mallonee and wife, ' Mallonee, Be,ulah Parrish and hus band Parrish, Daisy Mallonee, Minor, Elizabeth Mal lonee, Minor, And all other un known heirs of Jack (Jackson) Mallonee, Deceased. Under and by virtue of an order of the Superior Court of Macon County entered in the special pro ceeding entitled, Sam J. Murray, Administrator of the Estate of Jack (Jackson) Mallonee, Deceas ed, vs. Callie Mallonee, Widow of Jack (Jackson) Mallonee, Deceas ed, Bessie Johnson, et al, the und ersigned Commissioner will, on the 23rd day of Alarch, 1936, at 12 o’clock, noon, at the courthouse door in the Town of Franklin, LEGAL ADVERTISING Macon County, North Carolina, of fer for s.ale to the highest bidder for cash, the following described tract or parcel of land: Lying on the east side of the Mouse mountain, txnmded as fol lows, towit; BF'GlNN.l'N(i on a black jack, runs north 56 west 78 poles to a black gum; thence north 30 west 20 poles to a S. oak; thence west 95 poles to a chestnut; thence south 79 poles to a S. oak; thence east 96 poles to a hickory; thence south 15 east 4 poles to a hickory; thence north 5 east 72 poles to the beginning, containing in all 59 acres, more or less, EXCEPTING FROM THE ABOVE DESCRIBED T.AND, THE FOLLOWINti: 1. The land described in a deel from Jackson .Mallonee to L. C. Shepherd, dated . . day of 1906, and being recorded in Book E-3, Page 75, Records Macon County. 2. The land described in a deed from Jackson ^Mallonee to John Mallonee, dated Nov. 12, 1909, and being recorded in Book l'-3. Page 73, Records Macon County, and containing 3 acres, more or less. 3. The land described in a deed from Jackson Mallonee to W. M. Queen, dated I'ebruary 2, 1911, and recorded in Boog J-3, Page 31, Records Macon County, to all of which deeds reference is hereby made for more particular descrip tions of said exceptions. 'I'his 17th day of February, 1936. SAAI J. MURRAY, Commissioner. 1'27—4tc—GP—M19 ADMINISTRATOR’S NOTICE Having qualified as administrator of John 1). McConnell, deceased, , late of ^vlacon county, N, C., this is to notify all persons having claims against the estate of said deceased to exhibit them to the undersigned on or before the 22nd day of February, 1937, or this notice will be plead in bar of their recovery. All persons indebted to said estate will please make imme diate settlement. This 22nd day of February, 1936. C. L. GARNER, Administrator F27—6tp—A2 TRUSTEE NOTICE Having qualified as trustc€ of L. M. Bradley, deceased, late of Macon county, N. C., this is to notify all persons having claims against the estate of said deceased to exhibit them to the undersigned on or before the 12th day of Feb., 1937, or this notice will be plead in bar of their recovery. All persons indebted to said estate will please make immediate settlement. This 12th day of Feb., 1936. Mrs. Maggie Bradley Breedlove, Trustee. F13—6tp—M19 ADMINISTRATOR’S NOTICE Having qualified as administrator of John W. Cunningham, deceased, late of Macon county, N. C., this is to notify all persons having claims against the estate of said de ceased to exhibit them to the undersigned on or before the 22nd day of F’ebruary, 1937, or this notice will be plead in bar of their recovery. All persons indebted to said 'estate will please make im mediate settlement. This 22nd day of February, 1936. GRADY CUNNINGHAM, Administrator F27—6tp—A2 ENTRY NO. 15014 State of North Carolina, Macon County Mrs. W. H. Young enters and claims 209 acres of land on the waters of Dicks Creek of Macon County, N. C. Beginning on a hickory on top of Hickory Bald, corner of Grant No. 7171 and runs with four lines of said tract to the line between Cherokee and Macon Counties, then with said line back to the beginning. Entered this Fob. 24, 1936. ALEX MOORE, E. T. F27-4tp—M19 FRANKLIN SHOE SHOP SAYS WE ARE STILL MENDING SHOES In hot or cold Yes, rain or shine Have your sthoes half soled Then you’ll feel fine. FRANKLIN SHOE SHOP Opposite Courthouse “We Buy and Sell” Box 212 TrOy F. Horn
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