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■nnftiilfe LJBB 'Einpry^Kl THIRTEENTH INSTALLMENT "Certainly, if you wish." Mrs. Duane agreed politely. "Thank you for the book, my dear. As for your driving, I am sure that It is better than having no one with you but that new chaffeur. I don't like his looks, Cleo." "Oh, I know Kennedy looks wick ed. I think he Isn't used to this kind of work, and taking orders from women makes him sulky. I think he'll soon be settled down, for he seems to be very much interested in one of your maids. I'm sure I caught sight of him waiting outside when I came tonight." "I must look into that." Mrs. Duane's voice was edged. "What's the use? They'll only deny it." Cleo shrugged lazily. "Dear me, I believe we're going to see the clandestine meeting. How exciting." Down the shadowed path a girl's figure moved quickly. She skirted the far end of the garden and went with slower steps toward the hedge. The hedge was lower at that end of the garden. On the other side of it a man nodded slightly and saun tered along toward the rear gate. The girl in the garden followed him. Cleo was on her feet, breathing apologies. "Oh, Mrs. Duane, please forgive roe. I didn't dream—l didn't mean to intrude like this. I'll never for give myself. . . . I'll go now." "My dear Cleo, you have not in truded in the least. I shall speak to Bertha, of course." Grey-faced in the darkness, Mrs. Duane held her head high. No one not even Cleo Pendleton, should be allowed to discuss this shameful thing with her. Cleo grimaced slightly, unseen. The lights flashed on. But after Cleo had gone she plunged the room into darkness again and stood rig idly unyielding. "My son's wife." Her face was white in the darkness. Barry was reading when his mother entered the library. "Still up? But I suppose you had callers." "It was Cleo," said his mother briefly. "Barry, I wish you would come with me to my rooms. Quick ly." "Of course, I will. Anything wrong there?" "Everything is wrong," said Mrs. "We Goodyear Dealers, you know, sell can bank on this Speedway for a lot of safe troublefree mileage—plenty for the price—and it has a Center Traction y* IT A D tread for quick stops. It's a real Good- * year and a real buy—blowout protected ISPEEDWAY in EVERY ply—lifetime guaranteed for , perfection of material, and workman- B "' lf wrth Sup * r,wlrt Co^ •hip—backed by our full service." 30x8'/i 4.40-21 4.50-20 SHELL ee Marvel GAS and OIL Tireof the Year «o-2i 47519 sqf-is . Ignition Parts Batteries 55? 9.RYw«" «obJ*t to change without DOtIcA— ALL-WEATHER State M« Tax, If uqr, additional. Washing Greasing Double Eagle Service Co. . . Shell Gas and Oil—Road Service Accessories BRIDGE STREET ELKIN, N. C. Duane bitterly. "I have had the hu miliation of seeing my son's wife steal out through the garden at' night to meet another man." "Mother." There was a note In Barry's voice that she had never heard before. "I am afraid," he said carefully, "that I shall have to ask you to explain that—extraordi nary statement." "I have told you. Come and see for yourself." "Nancy and I don't spy on each other. Besides, she went to her room with a headache. Why do you assume that it was she?" "Our maids do not appear in ev ening dress." "Nancy gave Bertha one of hers last week. Someone had spilled cof fee on it." "It was not Bertha," said Mrs. Duane coldly. "I know it was Anne. The man was obviously waiting for her. I did not see his face, but I have the unpleasant knowledge that a common chaffeur—that insolent creature who drives Cleo —was hang ing around outside only a little while before. "You didn't even see them meet?" He laid a pleading hand on her arm. MotheV, why can't you be kinder to Nancy? Do you think that it has been pleasant for me to see that my mother refuses to accept my wife as her daughter?" "Do you think that It is pleasant for your mother to know that this placq is buzzing with sordid in nuendo because Barry Duane's wife never refers to a single day of her life before she came to that bar barous place where you met her?" "And who has been spreading such gossip as that?" The moment of pleading was gone. For the first time Mrs. Duane was afraid of the thing she had done. ' I overheard it," she said with dignity. "The very way it was said showed that it was common gossip." "Who said it?" His eyes were blazing. "How should I know? It is enough that it could be said at all." He did not answer immediately. "I suppose it is impossible to es cape the malice of other women's tongues." "It is useless to argue with you. But I know what I have heard and what I have seen tonight. Once more, Barry, will you come and see THE ELKIN TRIBUNE, ELKIN, NORTH CAROLINA for yourself?" "I will not." Mrs. Duane went stiffly back to the door. "You are your own master, and I am only your mother, pushed aside for a woman you scarcely know. But the time will come when your eyes will be opened. And you will regret this night as long as you live." For several minutes after his mother left him Barry paced gloomily up and down the library. The whole thing was sickening, and that his mother should have been the one to bring this precious story to him had left him worried and lepressed. Why were women so hard on each other? Even his mother . . . The trouble probably was that rancorous gossip. He flushed darkly at the recollection. So Nancy's name was being bandied about like that? A whispering devil of sus picion slyly jogged his elbow and was thrust out of the way. He could easily settle this. All he had to do was to go upstairs and look in at Nnncy. He smiled to himself and swung quickly toward the stairs. Barry let himself in quietly. Anne was not there. He turned toward the door, blind ly. There was the slight sound of its opening. Anne stood there, staring at him. "Oh—Barry!" She said it breath lessly. "You startled me." His eyes swept over her swiftly, suspiciously, and dropped to the slim perfection of her slippers. On the side of one of them, marring its delicate sheen, was a long earth stain. The blood sang in his ears again, so that he scarcely heard his own voice. "Anne, where have you been?" "Why, Barry, what is the mat ter?" "Where have you been at this hour of the night?" "At this our? Why, it isn't late." "I've been in the garden. Barry, what is the matter?" "Within the past half hour I have had to listen to a sickening story that you were meeting some body's chauffeur out in the garden." ' She felt suddenly sick and' tired. Barry's mother must have seen her and carried the story to him in bit ter triumph. Who else hated her enough to do that? She wanted to tell him the whole hateful story, but she must not. "Somebody must have been willing to carry tales about me to have hurried the news to you as quickly as that." She saw him flush, but she went" on bitterly. "And whether I was there or not, I won't talk about it! I won't! I'll say things that we'll both be sorry for." Her hands went up to her throbbing tem ples. They really did throb now. "Ring for Bertha, please. And stay until she comes." He looked at her uneasily. He rang hastily and came back to her. "I'm sorry if you're not well," he said jerkily. "Perhaps I'd better send for Dr. Carmichael." "No. please. It's only my head." j They waited for Bertha in un comfortable silence. There was a tap on the door, but it was Ellen's broad face which appeared. "J rang for Bertha. Isn't she here?" Ellen was a new maid. She grin- 1 ned companionably. "Yes'm, in a way, but it's her J night out. She's been to a party,! Ma'am, lookin' as pretty as a pitcher in the grand dress ye give her, and this good half hour she's been standin' at the end of the drive sayin' good-night to the young felly from Quinn's Garage. Is there any thing I can do, Ma'am?" "Bring me some ice cubes, Ellen. I've a headache." The door closed on Ellen. Anne scarcely breathed. "Nancy, forgive me. I've been a brute and I ought to be kicked for it." He drew her around with coax ing hands. "Don't you know I love you, Bar ry? There isn't anybody else but you. There couldn't be." "I know," he muttered. "It's be cause you're so much to me, Nancy ... I think I'd go mad if you ever let me down." She tried not to shiver, quaking a little at the narowness of escape. Luck had been kind to Cleo. Mrs. Duane, outraged and bitter, would go straight to Barry with her story. Cleo felt brightly contented as she snuggled down behind the wheel. The driveway wound toward the end of the grounds in a double curve. The lights of the roadster swung around and picked up two startled figures, hastily backing out of their flaring range. One of them was Bertha. "Alibi." Cleo said under her breath. "Damn!" It was close to midnight when Kennedy strolled back to that small er chateau which housed the Pendle ton fleet of cars and their attendants and was met by a message that Miss Cleo wanted to see him. Ken nedy was half sulky about'it. Some deviltry, or he missed his guess. Cleo received him in the Chinese room. "I'm thinking of getting a new car, Kennedy. Do you know any thing about racing cars." "A little." Kennedy's eyes nar rowed slightly. He hesitated, and the desire to show that he had not always been at an employer's beck and call was too much for him. "I know their points pretty well," he added carelessly. "I'vfe driven my own now and then. "Really?" Cleo smiled encourag ingly. "That was before you—er— gave up the Forty-Ninth Street house, wasn't it?" All the lines of Kennedy's face sharpened. "About that time." he said briefly. "So you've been looking up my re cord?" "It wasn't necessary, Kennedy. You're quite well known." He stared back at her suspicious and half truculent. "Well, you know I didn't try to get the job under an assumed name, anyway." "Oh yes, I'm perfectly satisfied, Kennedy. But of ccurse I know that a man of your experience isn't tak ing a chauffeur's position except for some special reason. Does John Cage know that you are in Granleigh?" It must have been a sharp Jblt for Kennedy, but this time his face —the gambler's face, after all —was absolutely expressionless. "That's too deep for me," he ans were indifferently. "If you mean the big fellow, I don't know what he knows! I've never met him." "Not even that night last May, when this happened?" Cleo's hand rested for a moment against the' filmy turquoise of her gown, just below her heart. "You've had a busy day," he said dryly. "Things have a habit of coming my way, Kennedy. And I know you went out tonight to keep an ap pointment with Mrs. Barry Duane, and just where you met her . . . and by the way, how very much she looks like Miss Curtis. You're a wonderful driver, Kennedy, but you haven't any intention of staying on here as a chauffeur. You,'re here for money, Kennedy, big money. I'm afraid the courts would call it black mail." Kennedy listened, outwardly un moved but taking lively account of this new situation. "What's your game?" he asked bluntly. "I'm not playing. -Kennedy." Kennedy took the hint. > "My error." He temporized as tutely. "But I got the idea that you wanted me to do something for you." "Perhaps you could." She con sidered him thoughtfully. "There ! is someone in Granleigh whose pres ence is going to bring danger and unhappiness to some close friends of mine. Some day there will be a ■ scandal, and she will be forced to leave in disgrace. It would be bet i ter for everybody concerned if she i went away quietly, before her—her past became known." "You want me to get Duane's wife out of the way—" He had an unpleasant way of stripping facts naked and making her look at them. "I wish her to go away. Alone." "Reno, or a Mexican divorce?" CONTINUED NEXT WEEK Human rights have taken first place over property rights in the New Deal and all that it portends. gf PROGRAM $ Lyric Theatre Today and Friday— JIMMIE DURANTE in "Strictly Dynamite" With Marion Nixon—Lupe Velez NEWS ADMISSION 10c-25c Saturday— The Slashing—Seething—Sizzling DADDY OF ALL THRILL-DRAMAS "FOG OVER FRISCO" with Bette Davis—Donald Woods—Lyle Talbot Margaret Lindsey Cartoon—Serial—Comedy Admission 10c-30c NEXT. WEEK—Monday and Tuesday— ON THE STAGE IN PERSON— The Radio and Stage favorites of the na tion— IDAHO RED AND HIS Western Flash. Revue SONGS! MUSIC! DANCING! ROPING! On the Screen "MERRY WIVES OF RENO" with GLENDA FARRELL GUY KIBBEE FRANK McHUGH Also Amos V Andy Cartoon, 'Lion Tamer* and Universal News No Advance In Admission 10c-30c Wednesday— "FAMlLY SHOW" Admission Only 10c Coming October 1-2 Coining Oct. 8-9 Will Rogers in "STAND UP "HANDY ANDY" AND CHEER" Thursday, September 20. 1934 Carter Reunion The fifth annual Carter reunion will be held Sunday, September 23, at Pleasant Ridge church, in Wilkes county, four miles north of Elkin. All relatives and friends are re quested to attend and bring well filled baskets. KIDNAPERS GET LIFE For kidnaping, robbing and mal treating Mr. and Mrs. John Jeske, legatees of the late Lon Chaney, noted screen actor, a woman and four men Friday were given senten ces in Los Angeles court designed to keep them in prison the rest of their lives.
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