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ELEVENTH * INBTALLMENT
At last they were all gone, and
Packard, closing the front door,
came back to the living room and
began to put out the lights. He
yawned widely. "Gee I'm sleepy.
Got to be up early tomorrow, too.
Going to bfed now, Frills?" he asked,
pausing with his hand at the last
light.
"Yes, I am," replied Joyce. She
couldn't get the words out which
she meant to say casually. Turning
she went upstairs, closely followed
by Packard, who switched on the
bedroom light for her.
"I sure have missed that sleeping
porch. Seems as if I never had any
real air in those hotel rooms," re
marked Packard when they were in
the bedroom. "Once you get used
to sleeping out anything else seems
etuffy." 0
This hardly seemed an appro
priate time to announce that she
had decided to sleep in the house
hereafter and Joyce, in an agony of
embarrassment and indecision wan
dered over to her dressing table
where she sat down and lighted an
other cigarette.
If he would only go to his own
rooms and let her alone! But Pack
ard lingered taking off his tie and
unbuttoning his shirt while he
talked.
Neil was now taking off his
shirt, and Joyce, catching sight in
her mirror of the white top of his
sleeveless underwear felt a wave of
color burn her face and she sat
rooted to the spot. To her great
relief, however, he went off to fin
ish his undressing elsewhere and
she jumped up and hurried to the
closet. Just as she had stripped her
last garment off and was reaching
for a kimona she heard him again
in the bathroom. She had left the
door of the closet just a trifle ajar
so that she could keep track of his
movements and the bathroom door
stood wide open.
"Shall I run a hot bath for you?"
called Packard, "or are you going
to take a shower?"
Joyce hastily called out, "No tub,
thanks. "I'll take a shower when
you get through."
"You needn't wait. I'm not using
the shower," he called back cheer
fully. "I want a real soak after be
ing on the train two nights!"
She sat huddled on a chair in the
closet and listened tensely to the
process of his bath. He splashed
and whistled and to poor Joyce it
seemed as if he would never finish.
Suddenly the whistle stopped
abruptly and she heard him ejac
ulate, "Damn! There goes the soap!"
Then raising his voice he called,
"Say, Frills, be a good kid and get
me the soap, will you? I dropped it
out and it skidded way over into
the bedroom!"
Joyce was petrified by this sim
ple request. She was so startled
that she even failed to take refuge
in what had been her salvation in
other awkward moments, the con
veniently temperamental disposition
of Frills.
"Well, wait a minute, "I'll . . . I'll
get it," she returned, and holding
her silk Coolie coat tightly about
her she emerged from the closet,
found the cake of soap innocently
lying on the blue carpet, picked it
up, and entering the bathroom, has
tily thrust it into Packard's wet out
stretched hand. Then she turned
hurriedly and left the room in a
turmoil of emotions.
"I wish he'd hurry," she fumed,
with a sigh of relief that that awk
ward moment was over, though her
heart still thumped violently, "I'm
tired. If that shower didn't have
a glass door I'd go and take a bath
now. I simply can't do it, though."
She sat down again and listened
anxiously.
Presently she heard him rubbing
himself vigorously and a few min
utes later he appeared in the bed
zoom' in blue pajamas and slippers,
his hair sticking up in damp rum
pled confusion. How funny a man
looked without a collar, she thought,
and the pajamas seemed so loose
and baggy! Lowering her eyes she
went past him into the bathroom.
She shut the door after her n* very
quietly and carefully turned ihe lit
tle catch that locked it.
When she opened the door again
she found the bedroom empty, but
from the porch Packard implored
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water, like an angel, will you?"
Joyce wanted to retort crossly,
but her naturally obliging disposition
automatically asserted itself and
getting the water she went to the
sleeping porch which lay in the
shadow. The moon made it light
enough, however, to see Packard's
face vaguely.
He sat up in bed and took the
glass which she handed him. As he
did so she said hastily, "Good night!
I'm . . . I'm going to sleep inside for
a while." She turned away as she
spoke, but she scarcely finished the
sentence before Packard put down
the glass and jumped out of bed.
He stopped her at the door and
drew her into his arms, not roughly
but with a gently firm movement
which she could not evade.
"Oh, say, sweetheart," he pro
tested, "not my first night home,'
Frills? I've been so ... so lonesome
for you, dear."
Packard bent his head quickly
and kissed her eagerly, not once but
several times, then drew her closer
still and kissed the hollow of her
neck several times. "Oh, sweetheart,
won't you love me a little?" he
whispered, his cheek laid against
hers. "Won't you love me? Some
how tonight you were so sweet, go
ing out with me alone that way and
I got to hoping you might—Oh,
Frills, what can I do to make you
come back to me?"
"Oh, let's not talk tonight," she
exclaimed impatiently, "I'm dead
tired, I tell you." To her relief he
did not follow her, but she heard his
deep sigh as she went on into the
other room and shut the door, her
knees trembling a little.
Once in bed with the door locked,
she lay and thought over what had
happened. This victory was hers,
but she did not feel quite the satis
faction in it that she had felt in cir
cumventing Maitland.
Waking the next morning at her
usual hour of seven o'clock she
heard Packard whistling as he
dressed and she debated whether to
get up and have breakfast with him
or to let him go away without see
ing her.
She got out of bed and listened.
It was so quiet that she concluded
Neil had gone downstairs. She had
iust taken a dress from a hanger
and had come out to put it on in
front of the long mirror when she
was startled by Packard appearing.
"Good morning, wife!" he exclaim
ed, "how's the world?"
"Oh! . . . Good morning," she re
sponded, hastily pulling the dress
on and watching him apprehensively
in the mirror as she fastened her
collar and tie.
"Gee, this is great. Are you going
to eat breakfast this morning?" he
asked, leaning against the foot of
the bed.
"We'll give Roxie a surprise, eat
ing breakfast together," she re
marked, as they entered the dining
room. "Good morning, Roxie,
Where's my blessed Dickie?"
"Out with Sam," responded
She too smiled, but there was a
puzzled look about her face as she
did so.
"Oh, then I'm going out to get
him," exclaimed Joyce, ."you start
eating, "I'll be right back," and she
dashed out through the kitchen and
called to Dickie, whom she saw ly
ing with a bored expression outside
the stable door.
"I wonder if he'd get too tired to
go along with me if I go out to ride
on Rosita. What do you think?"
asked Joyce as she began her break
fast.
"Well, I wouldn't take him if
you're going more than a short ride.
I doubt if he's used to long runs."
"By the way, I heard that Mait
has a new horse," remarked Pack
ard toward the end of the meal.
"What sort of a cayuse is it? Did
he get t from Masßready?"
Joyce's heart thumped. Now was
her, chance, and she determined to
take it. She spoke casually, though
the knowledge that she was chang
ing color disconcerted her slightly.
"I'm sure I don't know," she re
plied, "I haven't seen Mait for near
ly two weeks."
When she raised her eyes from
her plate she encountered a look on
Packard's face which filled her with
sudden anger. It had always infuri
ated Joyce to realize that her word
was doubted.
Suddenly her pleasure in the day
was spoiled. A hurt feeling of re
sentment against him for ruining
her happy mood seized her. She for
got his side of the affair and the
things which Frills had done to
make this reaction so natural.
She said nothing until they had
left the table and were in the liv
ing room. Then suddenly she faced
him and with flaming face said,
"Look here, I want you to know
that I wasn't lying just now when
I said I hadn't seen Mait for two
weeks."
Packard stared at her. He looked
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bewildered. An expression of eager
hopefulness dawned in his face, but
it was the cautious hope of one who
has been hurt and disappointed too
many times.
After fully five seconds' silence
Packard said dully, "God knows I
want to believe you, Frills, but af
ter . . . that New Year's thing . . . "
He hesitated as if he were referring
to some painful incident he could
scarcely bear to mention.
Joyce was quivering all over. It
seemed to her that nothing was
more important than to make him
believe her. She groped desperately
for the right words to convince him.
"But I'm telling the truth," she
insisted, "you can ask Clarice . . .
or ask Mait himself if you won't
believe me."
Neil still looked as if he dared
not believe and Joyce, exasperated
at his obviously unconvinced man
ner, exclaimed, "Perhaps I was mis
taken, perhaps you . . . you don't
really care what I do "
But at this Packard suddenly
woke up. His face went white un
der the tan and taking a step for
ward he gripped her shoulders with
his hands and with an inten
sity of restrained force that fright
ened her, "By God, Frills, I won't
stand for that! When have you ever
cared what I thought? When have
you ever done anything but give me
the most careless sort of response?
You've lied to me before. You know
it and I know it. How can I help
doubting you? I've done everything
I could to try to make you happy.
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Oopr. IMS, >OO, too.
I've given you every bit of freedom
and fun I could just so you might
have a good time. I'v§ .protected you
more than you knew Against opeh
scandal. I've stood so damn 1 * much
from you that I sometimes Wonder
what kind of a weak fool I am. But
I can't help loving you in spite of It
all. I've stood for this business with
Maitland . . . I've stood for all sorts
of things—for your sake, and partly
for my mother's. And when . . .
when you've been a little nice to
me, what has it ever meant? Some
devilish scheme of yours to put
something over on me. I don't know
what your game is now, but even
you can't tell me I don't really care
what you do."
Joyce listening fascinated to this
explosion, recalled the words in
Jerry's letter: " . . . Just remem
ber that a man ftke Neil won't stand
pushing too far."
(Continued Next Week)
Maple Springs News
Mr. and Mrs. Harvey Sparks of
Winston-Salem, spent the week-end
with relatives here.
Miss Lizzie Wagoner of Jones
ville, visited Mrs. Gaither Howell
over the week-end.
Mr. and Mrs. Grant Wagoner vis
ited friends in Jonesvllle Saturday.
Mr. Fred Sale, of Roaring Gap,
spent the week-end with his par
ents, Mr. and Mrs. W. E. Sale.
Messrs. Roscoe Poplin and Fran
cis Hoover cf Statesville, were Sun
day guests of Mr. and Mrs. Leet
Poplin.
Mr. and Mrs. C. S. Sale and fam
ily visited Mr. and Mrs. Tom Boyd
of Elkin Sunday.
Mr. and Mrs. Ed Ham and Miss
Bessie Sparks w§nt to Pilot Moun
tain Sunday.
Mr. and Mrs. Jim Morrison of
Jonesville visited Mrs. Matilda How
ell Sunday.
Seven widows of the War of 1812
are still alive and receiving pen
sions.
Cycle News
The farmers in this section are
very busy in their tobacco and corn.
Mr. and Mrs. M. C. Dobbins and
son, Paul, returned Saturday from
Philadelphia, where they were called*
on account of the serious illness of
Mrs. Dobbins' brother, Paul Sparks.
Friends of Miss Jettie Inscore will
be glad to learn that she is grad
ually improving from a lengthy ill
ness.
Mr. and Mrs. S. Pardue are
spending some time with Mr. and
Mrs. Pearsons Pardue, the former
their son.
Herbert, the small son of Mr. and
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Jl's the fnhacco that
Mrs. F. L. Cheek, has been suffer
ing for the past three weeks with
an abscess on his leg.
There was no service at Mountain
View church Sunday, due t&*" the
fact that the pastor was called t*
the Richmond Hill church to assist
in a service there.
On Sunday the friends and rela
tives of Pearsoh Pardue gave him •
surprise birthday dinner at hl»
home.
The Sunday Schools are doing
well at this time in all the local
churches.
The birgh tree sheds its bark
annually.