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Final ImtaUment "There is no happiness for me. That's all finished. Don't look so tragic. We must all live our own lives and work out our own salva tion — If ther e is such a thing. I'm glad to have seen you again—It hurts, the way you sent m e about my business. "I shall never forgive myself, Julie. "You must; there isn't anything really to forgive. I wasn't too kind to yon either, Lawrence—" "Yeu gave me the only happiness I have ever known, and that is why I want to you your happiness She drew back sharply. "Why—what do you mean?" "That I want to tak e you back to Chittenham. He's a fine fellow, Julie, and you mean everything in the world to him. There was a time when I hated him, but lately, now we un derstand each other —1 can see why I never stood a chance when he was concerned—"• "What do you mean? How dare yon say such things to me?" - "I dare say anything if It means I your happiness." * "My happiness Is no concern of jrouW—" She turned and b»gan to walk away from him. Her heartj was beating fast and bgj: jtfm" •d with rfilch she dared In the evening Schofield called at the little hotel. He brought a large bnncb of roses and he kissed her hands as she took th e flowers from him. "Say you forgive me, Julte?"' "Of course I forgive you." But in 1 her heart she knew that if she had cared for him, forgiveness would not have been possible. "Of course I forgive you," she said again with an effort: "but In return you must , promise me something, will you.l l*Wrence?" "If I can—you know I will." "Then promise me that you will i not tell anyone in London where I am." J He hesitated, and she said again] . sharply: "Mwrt -©« all you must T promise me not to tell Mr. Cffltten ham." Schofield looked away from her. WANT WAh'TED—-Good man to iutudle lee In Elkia for the coming season. Good proposition tor the right man. Apply in person to office of City Kuel Yard. North Wllkea boro. N. C. 2tp. Maryland Bos will paa« through El kin January 7th, 1931. 1-lp For Rent—-J Three room heut#d apart ment, furnished or unfurnished. Call Mrs. Carl ChappQll. 1 Tele phone 126-M. KEALBfATE Ton can buy this one—A nine-room English bungalow on West Main srteet. This is why you'll want it —Basement: Garage for two cars, coal room, furnace room, storage apace and two servants' quarters. First floor: One large bed room and two smaller ones. Bath room with heat and alrfb electric heat, tub and shower bath. Rods and curtains, and built-in medicine cabinet. The house is wired for electric refrigerator, stove, toast ers and percolators, with Walker electric dish washer, which rinses, and dries dishes without touching. Two large built-in kitchen eabi netß. Outside improvements: Flage stone drive,- brick walks, hedges, also other nice shrubbery already planted. Terms: One per cent down, balance over a period of 6, 10 or 20 years. You may *ay this is too good to be true. ; But If you will see us you will be convinced, for Sale or Rout—S-room house in Arlington, price $1600.00 —$18.00 down and 916.00 per month and interest. Rent SIO.OO per month.'' For Sale —tf-rooni house In Jones j rflle, water, sewer and lights, close in, almost new. Price $2500.00 —$600.00 down and 920.00 per month on balance. A tmt more nice baUding sites in "Arlington", our new and wonder ful growing town. No street as sessments, no town tax to pay. 1-2 mile to good graded and high school. Four churches nearby. Take a drive over to "Arlington'' and you can nee why there is no bulking in Hlkin or JoaesvilJe, • ? v. li» ' ?* 'C 1x " £ I "I have already wired to him. I ! wired this evening after you left me." jpp • She drew a deep breath, her heart was beating so fiercely that it seem ed to choke her. "You think . .do you think he will come here?" she asked. "I am sure he will come." "Yes . . . yes, 1 suppose so." She touched his arm. "And you are the good Samaritan who will bring ,us together again," she said and he did not hear the mocking note in her voice. But whiin he had gone she shed no tears. She went up to her room, leaving the roses he had brought lying on the table in the deserted salon. She dragged her few clothes from the drawers in the little paint ed chest, and hurriedly packed them. Her only thought was to avoid Beeing Giles Chittenham. | "It's all over, that part of my life, it's finished for ever*" she told her self over and over want him now—l dofc't want to see him! I could never jforglve him or believe in him again.*' She told the landlady that she was going back to i|nglaad, but the station she took- a ticket to Lausanne. "He will never ilijiiji [if IflflJfffr for r6fd herself ex-f Warttly. "He will think it is the last place I should ever go back to." She changed her name to Lang don and took a room In a little old-1 fashioned chalet overlooking the lake, and when she found the time ] beginning to hang impossibly on her hands, the advertised f° r pupils to whom to teach English. For one thing she needed the money, and for another, she felt that she would go mad if she could not find occupation. But except at intervals she was .not unhappy- And so the late summer and the autumn passed, and the cold winds 'came, and the grey days, and the 'mountains were ridden in veils of I mist. I What was Giles doing? One night she dreamed of him so vividly that she was sure he must be somewhere near her, and for two- days she was afraid to go .out for fear that she might meet him. 1 M I will go home," she told herself, and tried to believe that it was sheer} longing for England that drew her, and that the presence of Chitten-. .ham made no difference. ) "I will go home for Christmas," ( she decided, and from that moment , her spirits rose, and the people In the house Bmiled when they saw the change in her. s ! "She had had\good news." they told one another, and were quite sure that It was i an unhappy love affair that had hitherto caused the sadness in ! And then a we)hk bote# she was to leave. Julie n*iddenly felt a gret** longing to c'Amb the St. Bernard once ranritS s "She made inquiries and was told that she could not go without a guide. "It Is a dangerous time of the year," she was warned. It was the same day in the list of visitors in the paper who were expected at the Palace Hotel Caux for Christmas that Julie saw Giles Chlttenham's name. She was glancing down the list without much Interest, wondering If any one she had known in England might be mentioned there, when suddenly his name seemed to leap out at her in letters of fire. Giles Chittenham and his fiancee Miss Beatrice Neal©—" There followed a little chatty par agraph about them —but Jull e read no more. She stood with the paper clutched In her hands, cold to the lips. He had forgotten her so soon —he was to be married to another , woman. Blm had often said bitterly that no man could be faithful and Julie had not believed her. Wall, she be lieved her sow—and such a tide of hatred and despair rose in her heart that she was afraid. Three times Giles had struck at her—three times he had made her suffer beyond all endurance, and now, she would suffer no more. She put on her thick boots and her warmest coat aud west out. At the front door she met the woman who kept the^ljouse. "You are going oatT" ahe asked: she glanced up at the sky. "I should not go far. There is more snow to come, much more snow. "1 am not going far," Julie »aM and hurried on. TJie woman closed the door and went back to her warm kitchen Shi told her who was sitting smoking Ufa pjpe by the stove, that .ft a good thing Mis# Langdon was leaving—not that she wished bar to go ffer she liked her wet! enough, but b scrub*! she could get tbif.,, tin., * as much money for hi - room. There was a kaoek at t'm THB ELKJN TRIBUNE). ELKJN, WORTH OAR^MNA A tall man in a big overcoat stood there —he asked for Miss Langdon. He spoke eagerly as if with 'great excitement. "She has but a moment gone out - if Monsieur would put himself to the great trouble of coming in to wait." "I will certainly wait." It had begun to snow afresh, and i the shoulders of Chlttenham's coat were white as he stepped into the ■ - Ittle hall-way. ile had been visiting some people in London whose daughter had come home for the Christmas holi days from school In Switzerland* She had been showing amateur.P® 0 tographs of her school friend#, and amongst them was one of Jane. Giles had been bored W ner c ' ia '" ter, and had pushed th" photographs aside when she pressed one more up on his notice. I "ThAt's Miss Langdon, who comes to teach the Swiss girls English. She's » dating . . And he had looked down into jnlte's face. . . . I Alid now he was here —in a few minutes he would be with hej, ajuU holding her in his ari«it»,tW walked over to the. stood look 'flnrW'" I How long would she he? Every moment seemed an eternity. "I will wait here till Miss Lang don comes in," Giles said obstinate ly. But at ten o'clock she had still not_ returned. Giles went to the front door and looked out, followed by Adolph. The snow was falling so thickly that one could hardly see a yard ahead; there was a deep menace In the unbroken silence. Chittenham looked at the man he side him. ' ' "Well?" he said sharply, struck by something in Adolph's eyes. "It would be good now to look for Mademoiselle." Adolph said, "I have friends —good fellows all. If Mon sieyr wishes it—" "Let us start at once," Giles broke in. He was afraid of the fear in his heart; he way conscious of nothing bat despair when an hour later he «U stumbling along through the blinding clogging snow with Adolph and half a dozen other men. I The lanterns they carried shed weird, dancing shadows on the whiteness of their feet; the flakes whirled in their faces choking them. , It was as if all the human forces had ranged themselves as enemies against them, he thought, as he bent to ask Adolph in which direction they were going. His heart seemed to stand still when the answer came. "It was to the St. Bernard that Madeihoiselle wished to go. Por : days she had talked of nothing else. I told her she must take a guide—she Tter-disappointed but she said she would »ei ihe know." "To the St. Bernard!" Chittenham stifled a groan. He might have known —might have guessed. It seemed now to his despair that he had been a blind fool not to realize from the beginning that she would come to this place, that he had ever needed a chance photograph to guide him. They trampled on in silence which Chittenham broke at last to ask curtly: "Is it ever possible to find any one who gets lost on such a night?" "They have been found —often—" "Alive?" Adolph did not answer this, and Giles dared not press the question. It was not until early morning that the snow seased falling. It was getting light then--the faint outline of the mountains began to stand out against the darkness as if drawn by a ghostly hand. Chittenham was nearly worn out, but he refused to go back or rest although the others often nr*ed him to do so. "Further on there it an Inn where he can rest—the people who keep the Inn are friends of mine," Adolph said. But It was half an hour before they reached it—a small, unpreten tious little building of wood, stand ing back from the roadway and half hidden by great drifts of snow. Adolph tramped up to the door and knocked. There were lights in several of the windows, and the door opened almost immediately to admit the men into the warmth, stamping the caked snow and ice from thair boots. -JS, v Chittenham dropped on to the nearest bench. It was not fatigue HO much aw despair that had beatenf liike a man in a dream lie heard oof fee. bft* Jc -■' { j JT i of Adolnh's hnnsl believing eyes. "Here! . . . Oh, for God's sake, if it is not true . . "It is quite true—they found her along the road last night—-in the snow, She was lost—the poor lady. They brought her here and put her to bed, but she is ill . . Chittenham staggered to his feet. „ "Let me see her—let me be sure He followed the daughter of the house up the narrow, creaking wood en stairs. There was a shaded lamp burning on a bedside table, and light fell full on her faee whirh yur half turned from him. Jr BLZSxathleen Nnißis|PSL That is the appealing title of our next great story. flj antee that it is a ing story about people of the kinO^jtwlfnow. ' ■ ' ', ' §■ "Maggie Johnson," the "Best Girl" of the stoh% works in the "Five-and-Ten." Her father is a lettqr carrier. Her mother feels that she has married beneafi her. Her older, sister, "Liz," works in a beauty parlor. Not much romance in Maggie Johnson's life, yol would say. But Maggie finds it—finds it right in th "Five-and-Ten." You'll love Maggie, and you'll lik "Joe," the boy who brings romance into the little shop girl's drab existence. DON'T MISS THE FIRST INSTALMENT OF THIS GREAT NEW SERIAL IT WILL BEGIN / I IN THIS PAPER JANUARY 1,1930 j I -7V~ '' w - •••-»-• ■ - I v 'jsL. i Jbjdtt | Y our Sp . j M And a word of the jL We trust your dealings witss have beofcoth *SB |J* pleasant and profitable, ai| we shall swe a jgj ness and please you with cf service, t ~ ~ little harder in the futureP merit 3*mr busi- To you, we wish the best o/everythir.g, crown- I , ®p ed with health, wealth anahappiness, g Reich - Hayes Boren, Inc. H I I Chittenham gate one glance- -Jfi "Julie! Oh, thank God!" He bent his head and his lips to her hand again agfela, kissing her fingers, anr^' r,Bt - BOft warm palm, tU»^» nddenl y »h« stirred restlessly y" turned. For a lay quite, still, staring up *rhim with far-away, dreaming 8 « then suddenly the tears wp*® d U J> into them, and her lips as she said In a voice with sobbing: you belong to me —you be- : long to me—" "Always—always . . A\ m Opftltffc- MCEMBKR 35, tmM She 4ftan to cry weakly||j "fmx\ vwe so long coming to me, I though! you didn't care any more," "Julie V " HIB voice broke; he slipped a] arm beneath her head, drawing t to rest against hfm. She dr«r bank a little, the M wet on h|r face, her voice broken ' with pit;Al sobbing as she asked once mor>4 "Oh, do Won ntlil belong to me?" . . . and oSttenham answered again as he bent to find her lips—'::AN ways, alwkft ... always." I THE END
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