v*-T'.,vPvi? vv 'V. EV-*^ xrryy r?y..v A SIX "My Be: | By KATHLEI SECOND INSTALMENT SYNOPSIS ? Maggie Johnson, whose fathei is a letter carrier, is the domestic drudge of the hum- I \ ble home where her mother does little except bemoan the fact that she has seen "better days" and her sister Liz, who works in a beauty ; | shop, lies abed late. Maggie has to gets the family breakfast before : she starts out to her job in the Five-and Ten-Cent Store. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Life scrambled along somehow int the Washington Avenue cottage, and v iiaj ii:vjv vvus a una iai. Somewhere worth seeing:. I j Mitihie Johnson 10 years ?>!f theni. This morning she parted from her father .a.- usual, before the swinging 1 doors of the general post office, tothe much more inviting scene pre- {: seated by the Mack. There wane life, animation, gaiety; here. Maggie, penetrating U? an odorous basement room that sniellcd of] disinfectants and face powder and; wet towels and highly scented soap,] found sonte forty of hev associates' surging about, changing their clothes and powdering their faces, gossiping,] laughing and rave ling. In the passage at the top of the, i light of brick-walled stairs that led j up to the store was a nail, and Mag trie took from i?, with the expertness j of long usages :1 handful of scraps-; of paper and began without further preamble the business of the day. "Say. did they gel a new hoy in | here in Jimmy's place? Where is he? i Are you the new boy? What's your name? .Toe, huh?" She had brought up with a bump, against a tall young man, and now she raised her blue : v-y ca' fiv'i il h vi^ tncHiyi Kliuar 51 Iiw SmH td at him as she went on, "1 guess you are the new hoy? Joe Grant, huh? W' re you work in' in a department j score,before; You weren't? Well, see 4 hsre?these are stock orders. Ink, see'? \r.d > you and you check 'em off. Don't. l>e any dumber than you cr.ri help, been?.' they're always ia a rush for the night ^rA^xoTdei^i'11-' ' Enveloped in her preposterous ap-j ron.'.'her small hands fairly flying,. her c rown of chestnut braidk becom -; ing slightly dishevelled, and he*"-] cheeks getting red with her oxer-; lions, Maggie Johnson i'was all su-i pcrmy mam event to wh:tt; he might. \h^Vf etdVligi/Ot thinking. ''Here-?be '.aivi'iil with those j It you spill this stuff you; pay for it. What's the next? 'Mati-j nee Habits'? Oh, those are chocolate ; bars-- didn't you ever eat one? Gee, I you are dumb!" It was noon or. the same day.! There was a fortv-minute interval' for lunch, and the new boy was Inunging, hitter, disgusted, against :i| strip of dirty, disfigured brick wall i that had once been painted white. Far above his head, the boy could hear the healthy one o'clock roar ox the store, heating rhythmically, like the sea upon a deep shore*. He was away from it all for the j forty minutes of his lunch "hour,"! hut it seemed all to be with him still ?the noise of it, the confusion, the horrible smells. A gong, above him, behind him. somewhere up the wide, dirty, utilitarian brick steps that rose steeply: between two marred and grimy white! brick walls, rang twice. That meant j that the second lunch shift was due \ to report upstairs and relieve the! third. The bov heard it, but he. did] not move in its direction. .Instead, he took from his pocket a small folded yellow envelope of stout brown paper and looked within it. It contained rnonev?three dol PINKY DINKY : : :: OH, PJMKV, COME I DID YOU MAIL. M LETT R THIfr MORNIH6 7 ^ --? X - 'i w*um\WrWWHW%uwwg st Girl" | E:N NORRIS 1| %WWW>WUU\iWUV%?\VW* ,t-uu iiuiih ii over, ni aggie:" sue sam. rising at once to the girl's aid. Smith, only half convinced by all this cheerful glihness. fired a parting shot. "Looks like you've got thirty or forty of them pans here now. Mrs. Culler." "Well, here's ilu; way of it. Mr. Smith. There was a school teacher in this morninY' Kate responded, "an'j all was that she says her class in dowestic signs?whatever they are!?, wud need a hunder' of them?" 'My Cod!" Eugene Smith said un-| cler his breath, departing. It. was never any use to go against Kate Cullen; he had never really scored against Maggie John's on, either. The two of them together?! Joe meantime stacked brushes nn-i der the counter, while Maggie, arranging the frying pans compactly alongside, exchanged the time of day with Mrs. Cullen, "Pop's takin' thai stuff that never hod no label on the bottle; the stuff Ma got at an auction," said Maggie, in answer to the older woman's kind-1 : : ::::::: iF*7) - v; THE WATAUGA DEMOCRAT?EVE Iv inquiry. "They wear real well, J i you'd be surprised 1" added Maggie, iv of the ten-cent window weights, to 11 an inquiring customer. J < "If they wear at a!!, you bet your life I'll be surprised." the customer, disenchanted, responded sourly. I Maggie was fired into sudden in- t terest. Her eyes danced with a blue 1 battle spark. "We don't guarantee them for use \ as weights in private stills, madam, t nor to fire at the old man in case < of a fam'lv difference!" she explained. to the unconcealed pleasure of I everyone within hearing. < "Get out of here, Maggie." Kate < Cullen said. "An* you move along, 1 too. -loc. The girls are very fresh ? nowadays," Kate added placatingly to the panting customer, "she'll get \ fired for that tonight." "Well. I'm glad to heat it." the . woman said, mollified. i "What'ti she do?" Joe began toK demand blankly. But Kate Cullch'sjt significant wnifc silenced him. The boy went away. He found i, Maggie again in the fevovdc conges- jt tion of the teeming aisles He trath-1 tree. she was not a saleswoman?she \ was technically known as a feeder/* < one of the several little drudges who ( flew back ami forth with messages, . carried notes, ran for fresh supplies i of thread and combs and soap andjt toys and sheet music and bottles of ammonia and perfume and cod liver . oil and beads. "Millie! ?Maggie!?Maggie '?get ; j Mr. Smith to sign this, tell him the j j lady's in a rush?it's an even ox-!* change, Maggie! See if you can find;., them rubber puppc.'s and lions?\ bring up a whole lot. Wrvre's Mag-j^ gie? She was goiiV to?" ! [ She got more tired, more pale, j | more miserably draggled-looking as.r the endless afternoon wore down to \ , winter dusk, and the lights flamed j > up everywhere. But she neverj* stopped. She was merely a pairoij willing feet, a pair of tireless bunds. j Only once did she speak i.o Joe j that afternoon, and then it was merely to say: "Don't be a dumbbell, you poor dumbbell!" As the gong struck six, she appeared beside him at the top of the basement steps, and said: "That's dinner. We have forty minutes. Did you bring anything?" "Dinner, 1 mean," Maggie explain-1 ed patiently, kindly. "We stay open until ten Saturdays, in December." j "Oh, my goodness." doe said sim-| Ply. "Lsssen," said Maggie, "Go over j to the fountain an' get a bottie of | milk?it won't cost you nothin'?we can have all we want Saturday nights -bec?ii7. it ^roirs, do you- see? Then come down where I was this noon." Joe found her in the basement a RAY'S REPAIR OIIUI i 1 now .Have my place of businev; ! open, near Sprinkle's Filling Station. , Am prepared to render first class | BATTERY, GENERATOR, STARTER, HORN and MECHANICAL ! SERVICE. Call and see me; fairest | prices in Boone. All work guaranj teed. 11 also carry Pure Distilled Battery Water Ray Brendell Boone, N. C. / ? \ H! i wr-iT - tM. i : . EP - NO J V *iR/ / ? ^ i? k 111 lr^j|^ |p^ ;RY THURSDAY?BOONE. N. C. ew minutes later, when ht went lown carrying Ills own bottle of icecold. beaded milk, into whose deftly opened lop the soda-fountain gWfl iad stuck two straws. "\W ain*t supposed to come down lere." said Maggie. "but come in hrough here, an' I'll show you what i found out the other day." Joe moved cautiously after her tcvaiSl a la ore open window that was concealed in a dark corner on a haft. Maggie went through it like a rab>it, ard he followed, into a small, emonted place, down at the foot of come twenty stories 01 rising shaft, need, after the first floor. l\v the Spen balconies of fire troupes. Opposite them there was another vindow. aLso open, and into this Maggie scrambled, without so much is a backward glance or word for ilin. Joe followed her. There was no vitness - he and Maggie were apparently unobserved ari consislrntb This year, in its c:. jfi ?1_. ! '??? i aiic* ( uijci *: slaiuiing <*\uni|>l< has l?roui;l\l it si m;v p?i >1-50 DEALERS IN ?! ? fc YOU OI ON T,IH? AR6kj You A; 'isihj^ the home garden. As a further suggestion Mr. Mm >ow advises ordering the supplv o | garden better to stick to ih old standard varieties for th? mni ? A T A M K H I ft National Autonn lievrolet i first nliu ilie Kuurll Nuliona! AuNviiio- in facl, ^ i^ition rrunteil on has nrr lal sale j vol u mi-?is i jL yo ^ January s, ;: _ garden until such time as the new t ones prove to be hotter than the old. e Plan the garden for the whole , year, is a third suggestion made by t Mr. Morrow, It is well to have down on paper just what will be done with the plot until next Christinas. It i? rJ never possible to follow a plan in i detail but when one knows how, e when and where, half the battle for a successful farm garden is already d ^ SPECIAL NOTICES BIG HEALTHY FLUFFY BABY [ CHICKS hatched from range-bred 5; State accredited flocks. Barred and White Rocks, R. I. Reds. Let us do your custom hatching, $.*>-0Q per tray of 11*J gegs. We sell j brooders and poiiltn supplies. v;| Wilkes Hatchery, N'orth Wilkes j core, a. v . i-i-ti e | FOR SALE?Om* black nine-yearold work mare weighing between eleven and twelve hundred, good el conditioned and sound; one 1.8i months-old registered Guernsey v . bull; a few good bred, grade owes. _ j All prices reasonable. Feed short: i age forces nie to sell. If interest!-. ed? see. write or phone Paul A. ;f. | Tugman, Zionville, N. C. 1-1-21 An Unpleasant Subject AM of the functions cf iife are y 1 p'Cas.Mit to consider. Perhaps tJ.i; :.s why some mothers refuse to think t '- .t. 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