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| 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 ?>!<!. liked i
funerals.
"Mama'U give up the funeral of
her oldest friend, if there happen? to;
be a higher one oil the same day!" j
Maggie asserted delightedly. And yet;
- considered the dismal tendency
as rather admirable in her mother,
and when there wore defective black i
gloves or veils or ribbon? marked'
down for below cost, at the Mack,
she always brought her mother fresh;
supplies ?>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 ><?!*: boxes. see?"
1??' -io.kI iooking at her, hewil
rlered, his puzzled, mutinous eyes far
above her small head, bent to study
her notes.
"W might as well do the candy:
first, since they want 'em for the
window, I'll hand 'env down t'> 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
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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
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lars, some cents. He hud Ken work-j
ing that long, when the store closed)
lonight. His pay was at the rate o?{
twenty-two dollars per week.
He had dropped the tory envelope
and was putting the money into his
pocket when a sound in his neighborhood
made him turn suddenly, at the
foot of the stairs. He was not. apparently,
the only occupant of the
basement.
Backing cautiously ??ut across the
heavily wrapped bundles that were a
dozen times the size of her small
body was what he at first supposed
to be a child. Once fully in view, he
recognized her at once. It was Mag-,
~ie. i
"That was a job for you!" she said
panting, explanatory, raising to hisj
eyes ui;uuuiui a pan ui ome bgpv-j
imens as he had ever seen.
"What was';" he asked.
Her own eyes became slightly suspicions.
"Weren't you waitin for them
ideel leaflets?" she asked.
"1 don't know what you're talkiif
about!" the boy answered.
"Didn't you hear the gong?"
"Sure I heard the gong!"
"Well, don't you know yon 1! get j
fined if you're r.ot in your place when I
that rings? Here?-take these," the
.nrl said expertly, securing some dozens
of small frying pans, all tied to-j
gether by the eyes in their riickled j
handles, and cramming them into his;
arms. 4'We'll say we were after stock j
in the basement." she axplained rap-j
idly.
She had loaded herself with kitchen
brushes; now she started to-!
ward the stairway. "Follow me, an'j
I'll get us both out of it!" she prom-!
ised, confidently. "Don't say a word.j
Joe, I'll run it!"
Joe; who was tall, found himself
smiling as lie followed her siuuu, fiy-:
ing figure. She went up the stairs o!-|
most at a run. He kept close behind j
her with his own load o* jangling j
frying pans. She ^topped only once.'
"Mr. Smith," she said in a busi-j
ness-like tone to a floorwalker who,
arrested her with a sallow hand, "nip]
en' doe here was gcttin' out some j
stuff for the house 1'urnishin's when;
hie gon^-i-nng?will you check _US:
Mr. Smith eyed her wiih suspicitin.
"I thought 1 had you this time,;
Maggie/* he observed drily, display-!
ing a wrist watch.
"No, sir!" the girl answered sturdily,
honest blue eyes on bis face.!
"wi- was geUin* out stock."
"All rigid, all right.** he said ehallongingly,
"hut who asked for them i
brushes and pans?"
"1 don't know, sir. Someone just j
yelled down when I was iimshm' my 1
ioneh."; ' !
"Well. I guess I'll just step over
't? the ^5iotisi^rf.urnjshi:ng 'with 'y?u? |
Maggie," the man r.aic! unpleasantly,,
'and we 11 see il we can identify the j
firder. How'11 that dc;- $ '
When they reached that churning,
convulsed department that was devoted
to hdtifce furnishings. Maggie j
shouted.
Which of you .girls a:U for
fryers ah' brushes? Me an Joe've
got Vu. here, anyway'"
"I done it! An' bring 'em in here,
and next time don't set around down
there doin* cross-word puzzles while
>*
,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
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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
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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
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Boone, N. C.
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;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<l forgotten.
She had preceded him to a sort of
room built by the walls of piled matcresses.
mounting in stacks up aihost
to the root of this neighboring
oaseniont. The girl seated herself
romfortably. her small legs stretched
?ut before her and the bottle of milk
ind cardboard box of supper she had
"?ccvi? carrying arranged conveniently
<< hand.
"Isn't this grand?" she asked, w ith
i long sigh of satisfaction.
Three walks won- made ol mat-,
jesses, rising high about the in. The
'oui'th was that space of brick puncaired
by the high area window Joe.
riiihed an appreOinti vi agreement.
"This is the basement of the lb;
lias Deeps wool Mattress Confpany; ?t
jacks onto the Mack." Maggk exdainod.
"W e're Eighth, they're
in Ninth?this is one of their -toveuums.
I found it last summer. If I
ihould drop off to sleep foi God's
ake wake ml up! I mean it. I'm not
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This is the fo'tirl
that (ilievrolcl
honor. \n?i the
oxceptiottSl vain
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This year, in its
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anything/ AJOW Ten
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!sweavin\ Joe." There's a lot of sand
. wiches and broken biscuits theie tha
J was in the bottom of a bucket, Stal
' bread is better for you. anyway. \V
j oughter have a gieen vegetable, bu
you can't balance your diet on Sal
; uvdays?"
"How do you mean, balance you
idiot?" he asked in amazement.
"Don't you know about diet"" sh
J dc ma ruled.
"Well, something," Joe admitte*
J with his mouth full. "But- I didn'
I know that you did."
continued next week
!may start home garden
' with a few cigar boxe:
i
!I f the hotbed cannot be piepare
ir. time or is una callable for any rea
II son. the ear ly garden may he pushe*
to a good start by using windo\
boxes A half dozen cigar boxes wil
! start enough plants of cabbage, lei
! luce, peppers or tomatoes for th
first plantings in the average gai
deh.
] "It is not so important as to hen
j the start is made but it is most in;
: portu'n? to make the start for an earl
garden this yea**.'' advises E. Fi. Moi
; row. extension horticulturist at th
1 Star*' Collate- "One of llie cummer
1 dubh* increases in food crops Ins
year was by iru farm garden o
. truck patch route and since ^ hav
, heal; called upon by the Governor o
j North Craolir.u to lead the v. jv i;. ic
hi'vnw the present economic (list re is
| there is no hotter method than 1>;
'isihj^ the home garden.
As a further suggestion Mr. Mm
>ow advises ordering the supplv o
| garden <? ed earl\ in January. J
i postponed ioo long, seed or 'aydViv
\arieties may i?e exhausted. It
good idea to try some of th. no-varh'tie
each year but the hoitii.ui
' tlii'st says it i> better to stick to ih
old standard varieties for th? mni
? A T A M K H I
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first nliu
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Nuliona! AuNviiio- in facl, ^
i^ition rrunteil on has nrr
lal sale j vol u mi-?is <lc?rrr ??f
i Clievrolel. mill sohl a
Clitviolel
li constTUlivi' lime
has achieve*! this
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' reason lies in the
e which Chevrolet Komlsirr.
provide. rumhlescai
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s olfi-ring Mrat), $575;
cjiif Inci value which s?lan, $6-i
licit rt'<-or<( success. Prim f. o
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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
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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, $.*>-0Q
per tray of 11*J gegs. We sell
j brooders and poiiltn supplies.
v;| Wilkes Hatchery, N'orth Wilkes
j core, a. v . i-i-ti
e | FOR SALE?Om* black nine-yearold
work mare weighing between
eleven and twelve hundred, good
el conditioned and sound; one 1.8i
months-old registered Guernsey
v . bull; a few good bred, grade owes.
_ j All prices reasonable. Feed short:
i age forces nie to sell. If interest!-.
ed? see. write or phone Paul A.
;f. | Tugman, Zionville, N. C. 1-1-21
An Unpleasant Subject
AM of the functions cf iife are y 1
p'Cas.Mit to consider. Perhaps tJ.i; :.s
why some mothers refuse to think t '- .t.
V such symptoms as rest less" sleep. loss of
lledi. lack, of appetite or it citing nosb
j and fingers in their children, can Lt
f c *' d bv round or pin worms. .Many
. I * - >1 b r.s have proven, however, that, a
d.X's of White's Cream V:v.m'*?
f. r. that sure and harmless wdnU
l-! exptilr.nt. will make these symptom*
disappear. You can get White's Cream
j Vermifuge for Jj vents per bottle from
l,j HODGES DRUG COMPANY
r a a v a i.i" k ' .3$
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1 sui-h !ou prices as loila v'a
Six. '(
P
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$ IT."?; Sport Hoadslor vrilii
I. (joach or Standard Fivrujve,
$545; $510;Staml,
$555*, Sj?ori Coti(M* (ruiubl?
Standard Srdun, $4*55; S|iccial
(t. Sj?#ri?l e<iiii[)incnt extra. - .
I. b. Flint, Michigan.
JET SIX
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