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mm r ' ' ' CHAPTKS I WHAT htd been one oI those eriip,;'cr7ital dear fall r . p. s mornings 'which make .? * ' multi-colored paradise of tidewater . ?. Maryland, had degenersted into a raw evening with forbidding bank* , of fog blowing op tba Chesapeake. Tb* first gray atrata were wanderv - . ing like heralds of misfortune among the narrow streets and scattered houses of Patuxtown when Genera Benet'a scuffed brown brogues reached the end of the sidewalk. In a minute now the wss telling herself, the depressing and mournful wail of the Solomon's Island fog warning would begin. How she dreaded Its monotonous plaint- ' soft, square shaped month pressed itself when a Ford clattered by with a heavy loa_ of oysters for Baltimore. How she % hated this sprawling village with Me pettiness, its ugttnass and its eternal reek of mud flats, of stale fleh and oysters. On passing over the causeway Joining Patuxtown to the island she approached the first of a line at stores. Dozens of tin and cloth signs met her eye. She was with doll curiosity noting that more than the usual number of men and boys were collected at the end of a pier which thrust asi ' uncertain length out Into the Pstudent's glsssy waters when a saaeoui voice bellowed: "You beck again. GenevyT Well, this time you mint again' to get ao *r snore Patuxtown boys down to them cussed old ships at yourn." A curious silence fell upon the crowd and spread with a widening effect as Geneva Benet halted and contemptuously surveyed a powerful individual whose unshared face wss brown as an old saddle. Hie gait, as he came shuffling forward, was uncertain, but oddly enough his eyes were yet steady and alert as he bellowed: ajllca anybody tnia wmc damn hare?" \v Ghastly psk mm for kro splotches of c&nrniM in either cheek, \ ClDBT> Be net draw up bar alight lltha figure and addressed thegtknanjj, self-conscious crowd. "1 hope you wfB pay bo attantlou \ to Tod Ferguson," aha cried. "He'i angry booms Captain Boost diecharged him." vThe big man swayed over hae anil bis upper lip twitched up, revealing yellow horse-like teeth.."Yeah, and what for? Because tc j f lease that guy you say is yer Paw wouldn't go. down below in the "< ?" Xm?rr7.o ana get the snme dose as tba others." . "Good fer you, Fergie!" "'At's * teULn' her I" i . A hostile murmur circled the i crowd whereupon Geneva Benet felt a tiny trickle of glacier water run , the length of her spine. "Please listen," she pleaded dca- , perately, "won't any of you listen , to mc." i "Shut up!" roared Fehguson. , "You wouldn't never have got nobody down there 'cept by your , come-on,ways and your promises." The girl on the plank sidewalk j turned a throbbing, furious scarlet, ] and said in choked tones, "Unfortunately. I can't make you take that , back ana nobody else here will, but \ 4 I can and will call you a cowardly liar." She held out Doth hands and , turned to the ever increasing crowd. < "Please listen. This man Is lying | to you. The Job is?" "Shut opl" shouted the bully ] Ferguson. I'm goto' to make it my job to see there ain't nobody from > Solomon's nor Calvert County goes i down to Point Patience." . , The crowd emitted a peculiar undertone, the kind of a sound one , hears when violence is brewing. "Bun her out!" aomehodv railed excitedly and the gathering gave an ominous surge forward. "Yehl Duck her!" * Features a-qulver, the girl searched the circle for a friendly face?in vain. "She's always , let on she's too good for us oyatermen," yelled the frowxy individual called FeTguson, "but she's only another tramp just ? the same. I know, 1 seen her with that Hears guy." "Oh-h-h?- . White with fury, the firl in the shabby tweed suit rushed orward and would have struck at her tormentor's bruised looking features bad not a singular figure intercepted her?quickly and efficiently. -V.' y: ''Just a.minute, boys," came the stranger's , incisive tones, "this is ' supposed, at least, to be a free eoun' try, eo the lady haa a right to talk ' .<? J, .. -if she wanta to-** '-, - . v -fcf '"9tay outta this." "Who do you , *- >{ ; - think you are anyway 7" "Shut upt,. Local Salvage' <7 o>( iGroup Will-loin ?" y Rubber Campaign . v .y. J ; i:r " '* y ? Guilford, aalvage, committee win P? r ^ "' jol^.,the. nationwide Intensive drive -J f > :i; for collection. of old' acrap rubber, coi .^n^^, byf .ErwBldent gn ' P:^' ^Tlnea, chnlrinan of Hi ' - . : - . * ' . . v-tok 3TTENFLEE1 by Van Wyck Mason .? ; 1 ' "Where'd he com* from?-off'n the old oil tanker what cam* In this mornln'?'.'. j % As for! Geneva Benet. she found herself looking at a leanly adequate [back garbed In a curious coai. It wM gray and had red piped shoulder straps, and on the stranger's heed was set a jaunty military cap of unfamiliar design. She caught at his arm. "No, don't interfere.** she panted in a fierce undertone, "don't mix in on thia. They'll kill yon." "Will they?** Deep set blue eyes that 'were both hard and bitter, briefly glanced down at her. "Yon started this,the stranger snapped. "Haven't yon got nerve enough to < B v HHWBKaV. __m __ At occ? the oystennan lore ,-j , expression o :se 5*. out; or are they right about rou?". ' ? . "Wo! Ferguson lies!" ahe blazed. 'But I?" / " "Then get out of .the way?" Im- < latiently, he shook her off and again 'aced the girl's persecutor. "Are you going to let this young ady talk, or aren't you?" Ferguson's answer was a vicious iwing at the stranger's jaw. Penned in by the fog, the crowd teemed suddenly enormous, with waterproof hats, baseball caps, aeanen's caps bordering the entire risible world. "Hey, fellars, let's give 'em room.** Gangling loafers in rusty blue iersies ana tobacco stained dungarees promptly fell back. "Soak that buttin' in tin soldier," lomeone yelled. "Wherein' get 'at Tick coat ?" Beneath her tight gray jersey vwaater, Geneva Be net's heart beat ivcn mora furiously; Mean had been right. She ahouldnt have come to Pataxtown on Saturday whan bugeyes, pungies and shallopa ware in ? lone with neater* hnrxa and the deviY. How would this brr*wl Bud? Merely in bettered feces end < kinned knuckles or in steeeeto shots, followed by sudden signlflcent silence? Ferguson, ee she well knew, wes e terrible rough'-andtumble fighter. She w&s almost by when en eddy of the crowd belted her, et the seme time exposing the battleground. In the center of the cleared space Ferguson, powerful and thick bodied, was wrenching off his cost. Boys and men, rank with fish odors end stale sweat, crowded in. v?. The big oyster men 'drove e vicious right et tnie wiry stranger who wes of about equal height. The second combatant ducked under the blow end at the seme time quickly cast loose the buttons of his uniform cost. His face, she saw, was so high cheek-boned as to be almost Indianlike in cast, end though It was young there were lines in it that ought not to have been there and a . doll red scar traversed his jew from mouth to eh in. r ?. Geneva Benet suddenly found herself inexplicably curious to know why he had wandered to Pataxtown. "Stand and fight, yah: yeilah I monkey l" reared the oysteroan a local aalyage committee, '-hag He said Jthat. definite aetupfor the Ive bere has not yet .been *comSSt Participation of the county salvage nmlttee tn a tin can salvage prono ..Van t also announced . by Mr. nea- The t^mpalgn reclaim large FXTTUM OUTLOOK. CBKPCBoKd. mysteky")!' when the hard bitten young men adroitly dodged a pils uim blow. -"Tab! Fight t Quit stalHn'." An oyster man suddenly poshed tba stranger off balance thua enabling Ferguson, snarling and rod faced.1 to land a abort forearm Jab to- tha side of bis enemy's jaw. At the re- ' aoon ding smack/ Genera Benet flinched and expected to see the slighter figure go oyer backwards. She had, you see, witnessed all too many fights since coming to Patux- * town. , "Now y*o got him. Fergie. Kick his ugly face in!" snooted the onlookers. "Go fer his eyes!" No one cried "shame!" since anything from ovals to mayhem goes in oysterman fighting. M|Aa#3tlTl.'r?MBCH r<v / . I b h ted back with a ludicrous , o [surprise. * > *** . u At the deadly glare now plsving e n the stranger's semi-dazed Was ye*. Geneva Benet felt sick?the a alt, nay, she knew that something lecisive was about to happen. With a scarlet thread of blood li rlckling from a corner of his y nouth, the man In the uniform coat wmyed backwards, weakly but effi- r? ientlv parrying his enemy's furi- ' n ius blows until, so quickly that the ?irl could not follow its motion, the b ix-soldier's right hand shot out. At Ci >nce the oysterman lurched back vith a ludicrous expression of sur- " >risa stamped on his sweaty features ; inexplicably his left arm was tangling limp by his side. ti Like a comber which retreats only tj o fling itaelf forward again, Psrruson gasped and gave ground but " ill the while fumbled behind him tl with his good hand. s "Cod Almightl" came someone's " breathless yelp, "look out?he's got a s knife!" The crowd surged back; flats p were one thing, but cold steel-was . another. Borne with it Geneva Benet felt an icy hand sqnessing the >< "Cut him open," clamored one I "Kick 'fan, soldier 1 Hell knife a ymr else!" warned the other. The crowd milled end reared p across e pel# road made of crumbed 8 oyster ahella end e half about went up when the acetied ex-eoldier I leaped desperately beck to eroid e furious slash which 1 miaasd his jugular by e scent inch. Quick as a recoiling spring the bine eyed man darted in to again deliver e curious chopping blow wtth the side of his hand. Instantly the bir man uttered a strangled grunt ana pitched forward on his face as suddenly as a marionette whose strings hare been cut. Fickle as always, the crowd now roared in approbation. Though panting slightly, the victor looked about calmly enough, pushed a lock of dark red hair from ' his eyes and then gulped a kmg drink from the handiest bottle. I "Hare another. Mister? Then show a gvry how y*u did it." "No thanks, hoys, I'm- a bit warm," said the ex-eoldier curtly. Ba Coethm*d) *s ' " $ quantities of, tin, steel scrap and c?i>per will be sponsored by the bureau of Industrial conservation of the war production board.. ' . The British ministry of works and buildings has created a directorate of post-war building to prepare for the tasks of teroest ruction. I Active at 107 ~ ^ ^ - "* . i .* ^ '. - -i '' " Mrs. Yetta Weisbrod celebrates her 107th birthday by blowing out candlaa on her birthday cake at the Home of the Daughters of Jacob in the Bronx, New York.' The party was attended by her 6 children, 14 grandchildren, and 20 great-grandchildren. . ' . ' (Central Pre**) >irty Kitchen Urease Helps (VarOn Japs ' , To the taxpayer who la paying, for his war it la welcome news that the hrlft-v BT-mp nan Mlna * ? ? > , 00 to $9,000 worth of grease every lay from thousands of grease loterepters installed in army camps and antonments, says the Plumbing and testing Industries bureau. ;* Grease is used 'in t?e manufacture f glycerine which in.torn Is used for taking explosives. Because; imports f fats from the western Pacific have een cut down, the army's;?grease elps to fill , a vital war need. The nly loser* -are the Japa who event: ally will find themselves !on'the'reviving end of the grease from the rmy's. dirty dishes. ? Interceptors of the type noVbeing is tailed in army camps have a rat>g of 90 per cent o|' better in . the ecovery of grease. In fact, the bu- j vau points out that the army will " uy only those interceptors which are vrtlfled to have an efficiency of at ast 90 per cent . t -i>In the extensive use of greaBe ln rceptors in connection with kitchens, tie aarny is setting an example of idy and thrifty housekeeping which He entire nation might wel emulate ow that' tjvery ounce of grease Is eeded \for the manufacture; of exloriTM.. . v'' -* j"; ,'T-. As the number of men In training lcreases the (amount of grease, salaged will, Increase correspondingly. Tease now being salvaged averages bout one-tenth of a pound per man er day. Clean grease Is worth from to 5 cents a ponnd. ? alW?\ 5 ?I loflWd uedsr authority of,1 ^enslH,wCpcd-i j.r SATURDAY, JUNE St.lM2*\ NUMBERS Number-*4oiy la to test your knowledge of'figures. . , , ADD AND SUBTRACT v , '. 467 plus (13 minus 561 plus*&:-, 718 minus 911 odd 309 plus 706 minus 141 plus 550 minus 900. . . Suit* Cleaned and Prated Price 39c Alteration and Repair J. C. LONDON 711 Eaat Market St. . Greensboro, N. C. Howard's Place SWEET SHOP We Appreciate Your Trade 834 S. Ashe SL Greensboro, N. a R. J. JEFFRIES . Hours f-12 o'Cloek Every Day lee Cream, Candies. Sandwiches, ' Soft Drinks and Beer 959 E. Washington SL Phone 9335] ' r l SQUARE DEAL ' Service Station I ' GENERAL REPAIRING I < Cim. OU. Wubloi and ' ' ' -. Greaaln* ; I .V:- tit E. Market St I Greensboro, N. C. * BROWN'S FUNERAL DIRECTORS I V ' DIAL <109 ' b , I . 910 East Market Street !. I MORROW DRUGSTORE , Phone 7981 (or). 9312 813 East Market Street McADEN'S DRY CLEANERS | Fee- Prompt Serrlee Dial 917C - ' j 821 South Ashe Street '-VWhen BETTER SHOE" Repairing ~ la Done R. IL Puller Will Do It j FU LLER'S SHOE SHOP 11 E. Market,' Greensboro, N. C. lr iFjDi ^ jj? Coco- Cola ConpMny by - ( - , t . tola Bottling Co. k & , ^bbhhhhhhhhhhbhb
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