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for 9//of/?er /“PEGGY DERN SYNOPSIS Gail Prentice, whose parents had divorced when she was a child, knew nothing of her father, Charles, except what her gay. ex travagant mother, Lissa, had told her_that he was the wealthy own er of Twin Oaks, a fine old south ern estate ... and that the in adequate income he had settled on them forced them to become what Lissa termed “professional hou=e guests” among her many wealthy friends. Gail is surprised when, one day, Lissa asks if she would like to spend the coming summer with her father. Charles had remarried years before, and heretofore Lissa had steadfastly refused to permit Gail to visit Twin Oaks, though he and his wife had often invited her. But now, having recently met wealthy Mar tin Kincaid, and certain he would propose if given the right oppor tunity — in this instance a house » » *-*-*-I SEE KAMEB AND SEE BETTER Eyes Examined. Glasses Fitted DR. W. A. KAMER Op'»metrlst Bollock Bolldiaf 1*147 PACK party in Bermuda — Lissa con vinces Gail she should accept. She hoped, too, the visit might be in strumental in obtaining an in creased allowance for them. CHAPTER THREE The tired old train seemed to be wandering out into the depress ing countryside for no other pur pose than to drop down and rest. It stopped for long periods at every little wayside station; now and then with startling speed — contrasted to its usual rate of progress — it scampered onto a siding and waited humbly for the more important trains to flash by. And it seemed, by the frequency with which it took to sidings, that any train other than itself was important. It seemed to Gail that she had been traveling for days and days in the stuffy day coach, surround ed by the kind of people she had seldom encountered in her shel tered life, wrhen at last the friend ly old conductor came to her and said, smiling, "Prentice station next stop, ma’am.” "Thank you,” said Gail tremu lously. “Oh, thank you!” Puzzled by the depth of her gratitude, the old man said, "Why you’re right welcome, ma’am—right welcome.” The tired baby fretted in the Calvert DISTILLED LONDON DRY Gin Distilled from 100% Grain Neutral Sprits -90 Proof $2 75 $|70 4/5 Quart Plat CNLVUtT DISTItUBS COBP., N.T. C H. Berger & Son Furniture and Home Furnishings EXTRA SPECIAL - BEACH CHAIRS_$1.99 JO? NORTH FOURTH gf. D1AI. 612S FREE' PARKING LOT' * UYTOMS FOOD STORE OPEN ALL DAY WEDNESDAYS FREE PARKING LOT Native Full Dressed Fryers 53c Rath’s Blackhawk Sliced Bacon «»• 69c Rath’s Blackhawk Tenderized Hams «* «»• 59c Rath’s Blackhawk Tenderized Picnics ib. 19* . Armour Star AA And A Grade Leg OS Lamb «>. 55c Pork Roast ib. Fancy Cube Steaks »»■ 69c | Brookfield Butter ib. 75c Oleomargarine Parkay u». 39c Pure Lard 2 ib. 45* Carnation Milk 39* Red --- Salmon can Herring Boe «»“ 48* Crushed can Pineapple 35c seat behind her as it had fretted since its worn, harassed young mother and the two older chil dren had climbed aboard earlier in the day. Across the aisle a fat, red-faced man snored heavily; a very unattractive looking younger man stopped ogling Gail hopefully and retired, in disgust, behind his magazine. The train shrieked madly as though this stop were almost the last straw that had worn its pa tience to the vanishing point. It shuddered to a loud, protesting halt with much display of escap ing steam from the engine, and Gail rose to lea.ve it. She was thankful to see the last of the stale green plush, gritty with cin ders and dust, and the long aisle along which two or three children played an obscure but absorbing game of their own. There was no such thing as a porter, but the conductor and a tobacco chewing young brakeman helped with her luggage. She found herself on the platform in a sea of smart, expensive bags and cases, and as the conductor flung himself back on the train he looked beyond her, waved and called loudly, “Hiya, Greg. Brought you some company.” As the train screamed its anger at being forced to go on again, Gail turned in the direction the conductor had waved, and saw an ancient, battered station wagon with a man behind the wheel. He was watching her, and his eyes did not shift even as he answered the friendly conductor’s hail. “So I see. Will—so I see,” he called, as the train jerked itself together and proceeded. For a moment Gail stood quite still, surrounder by the luggage that would have been perfectly at home on any resort platform, but that looked lonely and out of place here. Gail herself, in her smartly cut soft gray suit, a matching top coat swinging from her shoulders, her silly little hat in her hand, the sunlight glinting on the pale gold of her hair that hung straight and gleaming to her shoulders where it broke into soft curls, was as out of place there as an orchid in field of daisies. The station was simply a small, ugly pillbox. A yellow sand road wound around it and disappeared into the distance. There was no sign of human habitation, nor of any living thing save herself and the man behind the wheel of the station wagon. Anger rose in her. If he had been sent to meet her, why didn’t he make some movement? And then her wide blue eyes swept qnce more over the ancient, mud stained car, and she knew that he couldn’t possibly have been sent to meet her. But even as the thought came into her mind the man climbed out of the station wagon, swung himself to the plat form and came toward her. He was taller than he had look ed behind the wheel; his head was bare and the wind ruffled hair that was a rusty, deep dark red; his eyes, she saw, were the color of strong coffee, so dark a brown as to seem black. He was sun matched tan with any of the Flori bronzed until he could have playmates, and he was clad in a pair of khaki pants and match ing shirt, his sleeves rolled well above his elbows, the collar open at the throat. Gail stiffened as he approached, and her eyes turned colder. But the man seemed quite unimpress ed by her elegance or her beauty. In fact, the look in his eyes was so far from admiration, from the look she had been accustomed to find in the eyes of young men who looked upon her, that it startled her. It was almost as though he hated her—yet thai was absurd. She'd never set eyes on him be fore in her life, and you can’t hate—or be hateu by — someone you’ve never seen. “Hello, Gail,” he greeted her, and his voice matched the look in his eyes. “I’m Greg Thompson. Your father asked me to meet you.” He looked at the small sea of luggage that seemed to billow about her, and his eyebrows rose. .“You’re quite sure this is all? You haven’t overlooked anything? You couldn’t possibly be traveling this light,” he said mildly. Gail flushed and her eyes brightened beneath the sting of that. “I could ha/dlv come to stay for the summer with only an over night case,” she reminded him frostily. “Of course not—certainly not. I had forgotten that you were stay ing.” Greg picked up the two larg est cases and stowed them in the station wagon while Gail waited. It did pot occur to her to help him by carrying even the small est things. 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When the man had made sev eral trips and all the bags were disposed of, he looked at her curi ously and said, “Well, shall we get going?’’ He swung open the door of the station wagon with an almost mocking bow, and Gail hid her dismay at sight of the broken up holstery, the springs that thrust through here and there. But she did not quite manage to hide it all, and Greg grinned to himself as he swung the door shut behind her, then walked around and crawled beneath the wheel. The car leaped away from the platform, and Gail, unprepared for the sudden lurch, was jerked forward and flung backward with a little gasp of shock and anger. “Sorry,” said Greg in a tone that said he had enjoyed it. "Me hitabel is an unpredictable lady. But then, at her age one must ex pect to put up with whimsies, don’t you think?” She didn’t answer' that, for he was sending the car over the nar row, winding clay road with a speed that seemed dizzying, though in reality, Mehitabel, the station wagon, was incapable of a speed of more than 35 miles an hour, and only then over a good road. Though the clay road had looked smooth, there were holes and hidden rocks, and Gail had to cling to the door and brace her self to keep from rattling around like a dried pea in a shell. She sensed that Greg was enjoying her discomfiture and so steadied her voice and spoke curtly. “1 suppose you work for my fa ther?” Greg considered that thoughtful ly for a moment, and then he nod ded. “I suppose you could call it that,” he agreed politely. Gail looked at him, puzzled. Why should he hate her so? Why should he seem to enjoy making her uncomfortable? She would re port him to her father, she told herself furiously. After all, she knew the servant problem was difficult even in the great homes where she was an accustomed guest, but down here in this for saken looking country— (To Be Continued) Brunswick Cold Storage Plant To Open Sept. 1 Southport, Aug”21—The Bruns wick Cold Storage has announced that it will open for business in its new and modem plant at Shal lotte on Sepetmber 1st. Construction ot the plant start ed over a year ago and the final installation and testing of lockers freezer system and all appliances has just been completed. It is plan ned to do a general cold storage business with much attention given to handling meats and other farm products. The corporation owns several acres of land adjoining the plant and slaughtering and feed ing pens will be built later, ac cording to a statement of one of the officers. The officials of the company are G. C. McKeithan, president; Fred Mintz, vice-president; D. C. An drews, secretary, Jesse A. 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