^ - - . . < . i * * : . r . \ m The , Kings Mountain Herald Batahilshsd 1MB Publish Ml Evsry Thursday HERALD PUBLISHING HOUSE. Haywood E. Lynch Editor-Manager ?,? stared as second clssa matter a _ the Poti (.office at Kings Mountain N. C.. under uw Act of March 3 ' 1*7#. SUBSCRIPTION RAVISH One Year .................. *1.6t Six Montbo .71 weekly newspaper denoted to like promotion of, the general wel Care and published tor the enllght the citizens of K'ngs Mountain and Its vicinity. I HimiL. I ./North Corolinovh. /Wtt5 ASSOCIATI^^ OUR NATION'S PRAYER < Lord. a sacred peace we crave; For this, with all our leaders brave 'We pray that Thy Almighty Hand Will guard and guide our wondrous land. . , We'll melt with love tb'j swords of men To make of them the noblest pen. With this, dear God. our hope aud aim. Let us enshrine Old Glory's fame. For us our fathers died by sword, Anil l/it'o/1 niiou unonl tknte lltrns i > \a iv? vu w"> O n|;\.ni VUCII IITCO, V Lord. Give us unselfish hearts like theirs To prove our worth as loyal heirs. Direct our thought to holy deeds, Lv b crowd of ships is termed a fleet, while a fleet of sheep is called a flock; on. the other hand, & flock of girls is called a bevy, and a be v.. of wolves called a gang, white a gang of fish is called a shoal. A shoal of bullocks of buffaloes is called a herd; a herd of soidi'.-rs i.called a troop; a troop of partridges is called a covey; a covey of beauties is called a galaxy, and a galaxy of ruffians is called a horde. A 'horde of logs Is called a heap; a heap of oxen Is called a drove; a drove' of blackguards is called a mob; a mob of robbers Is called a band, and a band of bees isVulled a swarm!" A swarm of words must be an essa>.?Exchange. THE RED CROSS .The Red Cross Is a unique sort of organization.. When one thinks of how far reaching it is, and the variety of people taking part in its program. did you gver stop and think of how few criticisms one hears against this Wonderful organization? J>ld one ever hear of any money scandals regarding this custodian and dispenser of millions of dollars? Did one ever hear people talk of politics in the Red Cross? Or favoritism? Of petty dealings? We have not. And we believe we know some of the reasons. The aims, the program and the deeds of the Red Cross are pltcheed upon a high plane, so much so that It makes an appeal to the oest of .. , 1 Here and There . Haywood K. Lynch) t I understand the sal* of email light bulb* has taken a sudden Increase In Kings Mountain, I wonder why? One loyal reader of this column came In the office last week and said the only Cling wrong with II ass that it ia entfrety too short. Well, I would like to make it much onger If 1 could only find enough interesting items to fill It up. ? Now if everyone would be as con iderate as Mrs. Floyd Jenkins, I :ould fill this column every week. day afternoon to' show me her fine ion, Patrick, who la only eight months old and welgha 27 pound* and 14 ounces. And yet they call hia ather "Skinny." ' Street Scene: ..'Skimp" Stowe tanding on the corner Hallowe'en fight waiting to see a fight, , thai did not quite come about. I stopped in to see Rosa Roberta this week. We had a good chat. He told me about some of the fine lomes Mr. Lee Ramseur Vuilt back /vhen he was a lively contractor. Tk- (lantUn las *..*> > . ? J ? lal?V?IW>l 19 V?WI I VTUnUCI what the newapapera will write about now except war. Harold Hunnicutt, now that he hai sold hla plane, atlll haa to be near hie airport, Hawk Haven, ao he la now plowing the field nearby, get* ting reAdy to plant grain. E. M. Coatner waa the first man to cast "KTs Ballot in the Eaat King* Mountain box Tueaday. Charlie Sheppard, the congenial, efficient County Officer, had a hard time getting elected Tuaaday. He did not have any oppoaition. Wilkie wilted, and Roosevelt li rosy. Hla Honor J. B. Thomaaaon was all smiles Wednesday morning with .he results of the election. A copy of the Herald left here airmail last week for Bill Davis who ii now in Fort Worth, Texas, with the Army Air Corp. our people. The voluntary helpers the lack of niggardliness in handllni iunds. vet the careful accounting fo: everything spent and the quality ol work demanded even of voluntary helpers ?; these are some of the ap -pealing features of this wonderful uoveinent. And it is a ''movement,' .or the simple reason that it ateadl ly goes forward to bigger and bettei accomplishments. We have said many times, "Be a !ity gathering of the Red Cross bt it in committee meetings, large ga therings, banquets or what not, anc you have only to look over thi (.roup there present to assure your self that among that group you find jour community's ablest, most de p end able and most patriotic, not tc mention the unselfishness and th( lde-awakene88 shown by these wot thy citizens."?The Uplift. I CARRY ^ ANTI\ WORRY /^^l/lNSURANCERegular Ad In This Ncwpapcr """" r~?S'Vf?. /|l ??.? ^JT% The More Folks You Tell The More Goods You Sell The Lost is Found By Our Wont Adt When you lost V advertise Tkty Don't Stay Lost Long j i lappwppppipippii TH? PWQ> MOCTITAW ?ULP, | ri MRSD^i HAS \\^? i What Has Oonc Bsross: Having succeeded as a famed HOVflUI in^ suite^of his early all the luxuries he himself vat. denied in his youth. As a result of this indulgence, and despite the protests of Essex's wife, , Nellie, the boy grows up. completely spoiled, selfish and asprincipled. Essex meets and fulls in Jove iHJh Hvia Vaynol, beautiful young arist, tut send* her | i au-ay abruptly because of his ' obligation to his unloved wife, I ' j Nellie. Shortly afterward Nellie ' dies,- and young Oliver, now twenty, brings IAvia to Essex's i home as his sweetheart. But < she still loves Essex, and re- , fuses to let him give her up for the sake of his son. Essex realises that he cannot live her. J ? Chapter Five Oliver took the news ot my engagement to Livla In such ap, parent good part that I felt an overwhelming sense of relief. He professed to M philosophical about It: the beat man had won, that was all. Now truly Dermot's toast seemed to have come true, for I felt that I waa Indeed the happiest man In London. We did not at once sat the date for our marriage, but I intended that our engagement should be a short one. In the meantime my beloved Livia came to spend the lovely weeks of that early I summer of 1914' with us in the big rambling house at Heronwater, idling on the beach and painting seascapes from the nearby cove. i . Toward the close of one of those long, lSLzy June afternoons Li via returned from a day of painting evicchtly 111 at ease and disturbed. i I 1 I I t t *To? lose her like that ? ? one naa accompusned almost notbln{ all day; and when I teased . her about It she amazed me by 1 bursting Into tears. During dinner her distraught . mood seemed to continue. But Oliver, who had been out sailing ! during the afternoon, was in rare spirits. He proposed an Ironical toast to his "dear stepmamma"; and on learning that Livlt had wept on returning from the cove, fressed her mercllesly to tell why. listened, perplexed, and when dinner was over I asked to spesdc to Oliver alone. He led me to his room. I caked Oliver to explain his conduct toward Llvia during dinner. "You weren't with her this afternoon, were you, Oliver?" "Why, I was out sailing." "You didn't come ashore, by any chance, and -join her?" "Of course not, father. If Livla'a upset about anything, I had nothing to do with it. I've tried to nake this relationship between >.he three of us as congenial as I could. And I thought my conduct toward LJvla had been irreproachable. If I went too far tonight, I'm terribly sorry. You do believe me, 4pn't you father?" I did believe him, and said so. Soon I found myself apologising to Oliver for having mentioned the incident. He forgave me magnanimously, and we shook hands on It. I settled back in my chair with a vast feeling of relief, and asked him for a cigarette. Oliver reached into his sweater ? the one he had worn during the afternoon ? for a package of cigarettes. On one sleeve ol the sweater I saw a smear of blue paint ? plainly the same paint L'.via had been using that day. I a- .zed the sweater from his hands Job Prii . That 1 I ' :' I Telep V' : 'i\ ! ,v' " #f '?<" T -'' Tr ? TMPMIPHT, MOV, t, W ward U-tv I MADELEINE CARROLL I NE LOUIS HAYWARDJ and numbly looked at the paint' "Oliver," I buret out at last. "You're a liar and a cheat! You uiere with Li via! That's bow her mented! That's what all your gibes meant at dinner!" Caught hands down, he at '' tried to shrug it off, while anger and my serae of misc.. disillusionment heightened, "When I was a boy," I told him, "I was poor and cold and hungry. But I had a dream that kept me warm. One day I would have a son ? and my eon would have everything! I'd give him all the things I'd missed ? everything he dreamed ofr And that's what I did for you ? may God forgive me!" e a * Oliver packed up and left the house, refusing to come back or to see me in his lodgings. My abject misery increased; for though I had become fully aware of the bov's true character, the hold he had no my deepest affections remained. As the. summer passed and the autumn wore- on I ceased working; I saw Livla less and less frequently; I tried in a thousand ways to see Oliver or at least to get some word to him, but In vain. ? The events'of that fateful summer made their Impact felt upon us all. When war was declared and Kitch ner issued his first call for volunteers, Dermot's son Rory came home from a protracted visit in Ireland and promptly joined up. Oliver Joined with him in the same regiment Maeve threw herself with all her vast energy into a rigorous round of entertainments for soldiers on leave; and I heard vaguely that she was seeing a good deal of Oliver in London, see It was from Annie, Maeve's old servant, that I learned of the girl's plight On the evening of Oliver's and yet you'd starry me A* and Story's departure for France the good old dame came to me, , tearfully. "I did everything I could to stop it," she sobbed. "Oh, air ? whatever are we going to do? She's been IU so much lately. I thought you ought to know. After all, he's your son." I went at once to see poor Maeve. With calm courage, almost matter-of-factly, she admitted to me what had happened. "You mustn't blame Oliver, darling. I began all this." "But why Oliver t" I cried. "You never even lilted him! What's behind all this, Maeve?" "You aee, when Oliver left you," > I thought I ought to keep an eye on him. That If he didn't lose touch with all of us he might come to his senses and make it up with you. So I saw him ? often. And, naturally enough I suppose, he came to think I'd been leading him on. Perhaps I had. At any rate ? " i The solution, the only one pos-' sible, seemed clear to me. She ; had done what she had done for Oliver's sake ? and mine. Oliver, she Insisted, knew nothing of her present situation; but I did, and I was there to make the only poai slble form of amends. I told Maeve i that she must marry me immediately ? on the morrow. "But what about Livia?'"' 1 could not answer; but my , agony must have shown in my , face. Maeve burst into tears and threw her arms around my nec'r. 1 "You love }rer like that ? --..d , yet you'd marry me! Oh, man : you make me proud!" !' (To bo continued) lting.. Pleases ^"-'*'2' ; . ^ , .. . V-'il hone 167 ??asses * .'? '. i * - ? n 1* U! s_im nm I mil m IjVV^ "Don't Go Naor That Tc I Have Your Eyes Examined* r>^*H I ?By? DR. D. M. MORRISON Optometrist - Eye Specialist Will be In Glngs Mountain Office on Every Tuesday and Friday afternoons. Hours. 1 P. M. to ? P. M. YOUR "SHIP WILL COME IN" Sooner By the Aid of NewspapeP ADVERTISING-.^ e/?3 ??<"' iomel One(tjiskd# *c?*jn^' Chariotle .. tret**1**? ** Greenville for ..;un/ Atlanta SPfVHOUN''* Spartanbur New Tork |?| n "'^ ? T _ ,. T?' j mings are a loi nee For Mother and Me!" 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