FIFTH INSTALLMENT
"I don’t care who comes, I’m
going out!” she decided recklessly.
"On a glorious day like this it
would be a crime to stick indoors.
If this isn’t a pleasant change from
Philadelphia in November! It’s all
so marvelous!”
She went dbwn to the dining
room buoyantly, careless of whether
or not it had been Frills’ custom to
appear so early.
After serving breakfast, Roxie
lingered. "Will you be home for
dinner, Mrs. Packard?” she asked.
"Marcia would like to know if
there’ll be guests, and how many
to expect, and what you’d like to
order.”
"Yes, I’ll be here for dinner, but
I’ll be alone. And tell Marcia to
have anything at all, it doesn’t mat
ter what, just so I don’t have to
decide myself.”
She went out immediately into
the garden and made her way a
round the dining-room wing of the
house in the direction of the gar
age, sniffing delightedly at the ex
otic fragrance of the orange blos
soms.
She was amused to notice a head
dodge back behind the yellow
checked curtains as she passed the
kitchen. "I just know they’re won
dering what can have happened1 to
Frills,” she thought, smiling.
"Well, they’ll have to keep on.won
dering. I hope at least that they
won’t find the chance too unpleas
ant. Now, let’s see—Oh, there’s
somebody! I wonder if that’s the
'Sam’ Neil mentioned?”
"He looks young and somehow
not like an ordinary servant,” she
thought as she approached. "I wish
he’d look up. Shall I say good
morning’ to attract his attention? I
don’t dare call him Sam till I’m
sure he is Sam.”
Her impression that he was not
an ordinary servant was confirmed
when the young man suddenly
turned around, and seeing her,
broke oft in his whistling and ex
claimed, "Good-morning, Mrs.
Packard! Gee, Fm glad to see you
out. How are you? Feel all righ.5 ’
His attitude, though deferential
enough, had nothing servile in it.
He spoke in an easy manner, as if
questions of varying social levels
had never disturbed him.
| vjh, yes, 1 m all right, replied
| Joyce, feeling relieved that this was
] going to be easier than she had ex
jpected. "I did get kind of a bad
l crack on the head, though it’s Let
| ter today. ... Is Fire Queen in
i the stable?” (She had one thing to
thank Maitland for—he had told
her the name of the horse.)
There was just the hint of a grin
on the young man’s face as he an
swered, "Mr. Packard gave ord -s
before he left for me to take her
over to’fWfeready’s ranch yester
day.”
"Oh?” Joyce frownedi, not, as
Sam probably thought, in anger at
this news, but in baffled annoy i c
at having to stop and consider every
remark before she dared make it.
j "Mr. Packard had me bring Ro
Jsita over from MacBready’s for
| you in case yTou want to ride. She’:
one fine little mare, lively as a kit
ten, without the mean streak of
Fire Queen. Want me to saddle her
up?”
Furnished with a plausible ex
cuse for not riding, this would have
been an excellent chance for Joyce
to have remarked angrily, "no, if
I can’t have Fire Queen, I won’t
ride at all ” Instead she answered,
"I’m not going to ride today, but
I’d like to see her.”
"Sure, I’ll bring her out,” and
Sam disappeared' into the stable
where she heard him speaking in
low clucking tones with-a soothing
note in his voice. Sam was a nice
young man, but she fancied he had
looked a little disappointed at the
quiet way she received the news of
losing Fire Queen.
Sam came out leading a daintily
[ stepping chestnut mare, with a
white star on her mild forehead.
She muzzled against Sam’s shoulder
with her soft nose, while he ex
plained to Joyce, "Rosita’s always
been a pet at MacBready’s and she’s
used' to being made much over,
aren’t you baby?” He stroked her
fondly, pushing her off when she
playfully nipped his sleeve. "Here,|
get out, girl, pick on some one yourj
own size. Isn’t she a beauty? Look;
at her lines, she hasn’t got a fault!
anywhere.” j
"She is a beauty,’’agreed Joyce,i
with enthusiasm, coming closer and
patting the horse’s neck timidly.
"She looks as gentle as can be,”
went on Joyce, wondering whether
Frills wouldn’t have been disgusted!
with this very mildness.
"Sure she does,” agreed Sam,i
"but say, get on her, and she’s goti
all the life you want and don’t you'
forget it. Say, that mare’s got one!
of the fastest trots of any horse a-]
round here, and the smoothest!
canter you ever saw.”
Joyxe stepped back a little. In;
spite of Rosita’s good character,]
she seemed disconcertingly big, and!
Joyce had a foolish fear of being |
stepped on suddenly. She lingered j
while Sam led Rosita inside again.
There was a varnished) wooden]
station wagon standing on the I
gravel drive while inside the garage
she could see a long low car, very
sporty-looking, with brilliant can
ary-yellow body and disk wheels.
"She is a beauty,’’ agreed Joyce with enthusiam
i
The upholstery was a bright laven
der leather, and there was a great
deal of shin" nickel about it. "I
wouldn’t be found dead in a thing
like that,” thought Joyce.
Sam, returning at the moment, |
caught sight of her expression. Hc|
looked puzzled and asked1, "What’s
the matter, Mrs. Packard? Anv
i thing wrong with the car?”
"Nothing—except that it’s all
wrong,” retorted Joyce, continuing
to smile. She felt recklessly in
clined to go on and tell him' what
she really thought about it.
"Well, I’d get tired of tihose
jazzy colors myself after a bit,”
said Sam frankly, "but it’s a darn
good car. Shall I back her out for
you?”
"No, thanks, I’m not going out
today.’’ She still lingered, however,
as if she were not quite sure of her
decision.
Suddenly she remembered some
thing she had wanted, and forg'’
ting everything else, she asked eag
—
erly, "Do you know wihere I could
get a dog?”
This time the astonishment on
Sam’s tanned face was so unmistak
able that Joyce realized that she
had at last really surprised him.
"But gee, Mrs. Packard, I
thought you didn’t like dogs” he
exclaimed.
"Well, I’ve changed my mind,”
returned Joyce, embarrassment
making her speak so shortly that
Sam seemed to take her answer as
a rebuke.
"Well, I don’t know exactly
what I do want,” said Joyce un
comfortably, wishing she had given
the matter more thought before
getting into it this way.
"Why don’t you go to Allen
Kennels and pick out something
you like?” suggested Sam after a
moment. *
"Oh, I don’t want to be bother
ed,” she replied, hoping this would
sound enough like the capricious
Frills to pass. "Can you get me
one somewhere around here, so 1
can have it today?”
"Well, I know a dog I think I
could get you,” exclairrjed Sam
suddenly, "it’s the cutest little
whte and black Boston bull you
ever saw, about two years old and
smart as a whip. Belongs to people
named March. They’re going to
China and don’t want to take the
pup. Like to have me see if I can
get him for you?”
"Oh, yes, do,” said Joyce. "Do
you want . . . had you better have
some money? I can write you a
check.”
"I don’t think they’ll take any
money. They’ll be glad to find a
good home for the dog.”
"Get him as soon as you can, will
you?”’ asked Joyce, smiling at Sam
gratefully. "I’m crazy to see him.
Now that I’ve deeded to have a
dog, I want it right away.”
"Sure, I’ll go right away, Mrs.
Packard. I was just going to drive
down to get the day’s orders.”
Joyce wished she might ride with
him while he did his errands but
realizing the inadvisability of such
an outing she turned away reluc
tantly and went back to the house
where she found that the morning
mail had arrived. She sorted out
the ones addressed to "Mrs. Neil
Packard” and carried them down
to the far end of the garden to a
secluded corner hidden from the
house.
The first one was a short, care
lessly scrawled in a handwriting she
seemed to have seen before. "Sorry
you didn’t feel like seeing any of
the gang honey. I can’t stand this
any longer. Thank God, Neil is
away for some time. I can’t get
over your look this morning, Frills.
Call me up tomorrow, dearie, C.
"That’s the same 'C’ who wrote
about the house party,” thought
Joyce, "and1 it must be the Mrs.
Emery who telephoned yesterday.
The next letter on heavy mascu
line stationery began: "Star Baby!”
Joyce grinned to herself at this poe
tic opening. "How lovely!” she
murmured sarcastically, and read
on with interest.
"I’m sitting in my room at the
window that faces where you are
and think of you so hard that I
can’t settle to anything else. I’m
bitterly disappointed that I can’t
be with you now, this minute. I had
been living for it all day, and now
I’m lonely as he devil. You’ve got
to be better tomorrow, afternoon,
sweetheart I thought I’d seen you
in all your different moods, but you
had me guessing today. I never felt
so puzzled about you before. You
seemed to have slipped away from
me entirely. I can’t quite get it
yet. It makes me restless now and
I’m tempted to try to get to you
tonight in spite of everything. I’ll
be worried until Isfind you looking
more like yourself.
"Why are you'keeping me off like
this? I’m pretty rotten at writing,
you know, beloved, but when I’m
with you again I’m going to tell
you all over again—and demons
trate it—how I adore every inch of
you. Won’t you call me up right
away? I want to know how you
slept and how you feel now. All
my love to my Frills, from hei
adoring Mait.”
"Too much rervor!” mumured
Joyce critically. She felt only a
detached sort of disgust, as if she
were reading a vulgar love letter
addressed to another. She shoook
the letter impatiently. "All your
ffne passion is wasted on me, Mr.
Maitland!’’ she said aloud.
"Well, let’s see iwhat else I have
here? After Mait’s passionate com
position everything else will seem
tame.”
The next letter made her sit up
with a jerk. There was no address,
rnd Joyce hastily turned the enve
lope over and examined the post
mark curiously. "New York, N.
Y.,” she finally made out.
In an angular, precise handwrit
ng, in pale ink the astonishing let
ter read:
"My dear Florence: Although
y'ou seem to lack interest in hearing
about the baby, I feel it no less
than my duty to keep you informed
of her health. She is a most en
gaging little mite, showing, even
at her tender age, a decided person
ality and charm.
"Although truth compels me to
admit that you are probably not
the most suitable person to bring
up a child, still I cannot understand
how you can possibly feel that the
sort of pleasures which fill your life
ire" more important, more satisfy
ing, than the care and bringing up
>f this dear little baby. I will send
rou a few lines each month. Please
ixtend my faithful greeting to Neil.
Sophie.”
Spellbound, Joyce read this let
ter, which flowed along without a
.ingle paragraph to break its smooth
stilted sentences. The significance
af its contents came as such an un
expected blow that she felt weak
ind shaken.
"A baby! It can’t be true! . . .
1 never even heard of that. . . .
Could Frills have Had a baby in that
time? Let me see, yes, it could have
tappened . . . the baby could by
now be as much as five or six
uonths old! . . . Oh dear, Oh
fear, to think of me having a baby
She sat and read the letter again
ind again trying to realize the in
credible fact that she, Joyce Ash
ton, was a mother.
Joyce glanced up and saw a man
coming down the path toward her.
She took a deep breathe to restore
her courage and looked him over
with surprising calm as she hastily
put the letters aside.
Continued Next Week
PATTERSON ITEMS
\ -
Mrs. W. W. Yost entertained a
number of young -people at her
home Saturday night, April first, at
a rook party. After several hours
of playing delicious ice cream and
cake was served to the following:
Pauline and Mabel Yost, Ethel,
Suther, Earl Lipe, Charlie and Mar
vin Sloop, James Moose, Foil Suther
and Ray McCorkle.
Miss Ruth Litaker, of Mt. Ulla,
visited Mabel Wilhelm last week
end.
The Patterson Club Women serv
ed luncheon to the county officials
Monday, April 3rd. The Easter
suggestion was carried out beauti
fully.
Miss Jackson, teacher of Patter
son school, is directing a play,
Wild Ginger,” to be given at the
commencement exercise. The cast
includes a large group of young
people of this community.
Mrs. C. M. Litaker is now at the
home of her daughter, Mrs. W. L.
Wilhelmn.
The Surprising Romance of Em
peror Ch’ien-Lung and Hsiang Fei.
the most Fascinating Woman in
Ancient Jehol, Recently Captured
by the Japs. See the American
Weekly, the Magazine Distributed
with Next Sunday’s BALTIMORE
AMERICAN. On sale by newsboys
and newsdealers.
Found: The Perfect Woman. But
She’s Really a Composite of Many
Pretty Girls. See the Illustrated
Article in The American Weekly,
the Magazine Distributed with
Next Sunday’s BALTIMORE AM
ERICAN. On sale by newsboys
and newsdealers.
A Young Heirs Search for a Mod
ern Cinderella—and His Two Dis
appointing Romances. See The
American Weekly, the Magazine
Distributed with Next Sundays
BALTIMORE AMERICAN. On
sale by newsboys and newsdealers.
SaysHer Husband
Lost 16 Pounds
In 4 Weeks
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"I have never found a medicine
dm 'peps’ you up like Krus
:hen Salts and better still, leaves
mu 'pepped up.’ I take it two or
:hree times a week—not to reduce
aut merely to feel good and clean.
Vly husband took it to reduce, he
ost 16 pounds in 4 weeks.” Mrs. E.
Ferris, Washington, D. C. (Dec
rmber 29, 1932.)
To lose fat and at the same time
rain in physical attractiveness and
reel spirited and youthful take one
aalf teaspoonful of Kruschen in a
rlass of hot water before breakfast
;very morning. '
A jar that lasts 4 weeks costs but
i trifle at Purcell’s drug store or
my drugstore in the world but be
lure and get Kruschen Salts the
SAFE way to reduce wide hips, pro
aainent front and double chin and
igain feel the joy of living—money
aack if dissatisfied after the first
ar.
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and
$15.00
New Spring Colors
Spring Hats
$1.55
$1.95
$2.85
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NEW PRICES ON FINE STATE BLOODTESTED CHICKS
Best Reds, White and Barred Rocks and White Wyandottes at
$7.5 0 per hundred in quantities of 200 up'f Best English and
Hollywood White Leghorns at $7.00 per hundred in quantities of
200 up. Less quantities lc per chick more. Our season closes
May 9 th.
BUNCH POULTRY FARMS & HATCHERY
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TOO MUCH work, too much mental strain, too much worry
" ....then “NERVES”. How they torture you, tire you, keep
you awake nights!
“NERVES” make you irritable, restless; give you Headache,
Indigestion-“NERVES” make you look and feel old_weaken
resistance and pave the way for serious nervous or organic trouble.
J. M. Foster, a druggist, suffered tortures from Over-wrought
Nerves. He had dozens of so called “Nerve Remedies” in his
store. One by one he tried them without relief until_But let
Mr. Foster tell his experience in his own words.
I think Dr. Miles Nervine is the best nerve
medicine made, and that a better one cannot be
made. Dr. Miles’ Nervine was the only medi
cine on the shelf or in the prescription case that
put me on my feet” J. M. Foster, Druggist
Marysville, Ohia
J. M. Foster
BARGAIN ROUND TRIP TICKETS
ONE CENT PER MILE
For Each Mile Traveled 1
April 14'April is
Final Return Limit April U, 1933
Round Trip Fares From Salisbury, N. C. ^
Atlanta _>._ $6.10 Jacksonville -a._ $9.30
Asheville _ $2.85 Norfolk _ $6.15
Birmingham_t__ $9.45 Richmond - $4.80
Columbia _ $3.05 Savannah —. $5.80
Charleston_$5.40 Washington - $6.70
Proportionate Fares to Other Destinations
Reduced Pullman Fares
Buy Railway and Pullman Tickets In Advance
T. J. Anderson, Ticket Agent Salisbury, N. C.
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