/ /, Seventeenth Installment "That’s true all right, and vou had me guessing too. But of course Frills wasn’t wild and reckless when I married her—you—say, I don’t know who I did marry!’’ "That’s what I’ve got to find out, Neil! It’s been driving me nearly crazy, and now at last I’ve had the courage to tell the truth, as far as I know it. Will you tell me, Neil, how you met Frils and all that?” "Why, at Joe and Maisie Tur ner’s, of course! Don’t you really remember, Frills—er, I mean Joy ce? Gosh, this gets my goat, I feel as tho we’d all gone absolutely nutty—” "I felt that way when I first woke up and found myself Mrs. Packard,” she said Igently, "but I’ve lived with the idea so long that I’ve gotten a bit used to it. Tell me about the Turner’s.” "Why, it was their car that ran into your taxi in Chicago. Joe was running for some political office at the time, and he was very anxious to keep out of the papers in any way that might bring him any un pleasant publicity, so he gave the police a tip, I suppose, and got them to allow you to be taken to his house instead of to a hospital. You were unconscious a couple of days, and when you woke up vou were in a dazed condition. I re member Maisie saying they thought you never would say a word, and how queer it made them feel, hav ing seme one lying there conscious, but just looking at the walls with out saying anything.” "Fancy! That was me, and I don’t remember any more about it than if it had never happened!” "Joe and Maisie had a time find - ing out who you were. The doctor said just leave you alone and you’d come around all right. And, sure enough, that was what happened, or what everybody thought had happened. "The Turners were lively, enter-! tained a lot, plenty of money and all that, and as soon as you were well they introduced you around to their friends. You made a hit with everyone, and that tickled them. My cousin Lawton Pack ard’s wife was a great friend of Maisie, and I’d met her and Joe a number of times in Manzanita, and they’d always told me to look them up if I was ever in Chicago. It struck me to do it one time; I call ed them up and Joe invited me out to dinner that night, throwing out a lot of dark hints about a sv, ell girls who was staying with them. I went, and it was you I met— Florence Hilton was the name. I took a terrible tumble, and in a couple of weeks we were engaged. "I kept stringing out the busi ness in Chicago, and finally--1 re member now that it was your own suggestion!—we were married right away, before we left town, and you came back to Manzanita as Mrs. Neil Packard!” Joyce had been held spellbound by Neil’s recital. It was ail so queer and unreal, and she felt her head swimming by the strangeness nf if "Didn’t you ask me anything about who I was, and all that, when you wanted to marry me? How did I act? Was I like the Frills I've heard about, or mon. like Joy ce?" "Well, you see, every one treat ed you with kid gloves, so to speak, on account of this accident,” said Neil, "It was understood that you’d had a great shock, and that you musn’t be pressed. The doctor kept saying, just leave her alone and she’ll come around all right. All this mystery was very exciting, you understand—we all got a great kick out of it ... I remember I wanted to ask you a lot of things when we were first engaged, but you said to me, 'Neil, you’ve got to trust me. There are some things I can’t tell you, and you musn’t ask me about who I am and all that. There’s nothing I’m asham ed of, and some day I expect I’ll tell you all there is to tell’.” A shade passed over Neil’s face. "I always thought you would tell me, but you never did. ...” Joyce watched him excitedly. The strange story gripped them, si that realities were seen thrmieh a haze. "Oh, Neil, I think I see it all now, don’t you? Frills just could n’t remember back! She was try ing to remember all the time, and she couldn’t! It might have been awful for her, musn’t ■ it? When 1 did she change, when did she get reckless and wild. "I guess that came gradually,’’ Neil answered with puckered brow, "I can't remember any spe cial time when it began. First she took to drinking more than I liked; that really worried me a lot. Then it seemed as if she couldn’t do stunts reckless enough, as if she were almost trying to kill herself! She drove her car at a breakneck speed, and got the wildest horse she could find to ride! And then there was Maitland. . . .” Joyce made a quick movement. "Yes,” she said softly, "don’t go into that, Neil I know; and I’ll never forget it—” "But—but—Joyce, you are Frills!” It was Robert Ainsworth speaking, and Joyce and Neil turn ed to him with a start. In their absorbing interest in piecing to gether the mystery of Frills, they had almost forgotten that he was there. , "Would you mind telling me,” Neil asked Joyce politely, "just where he comes into this?’’ Joyce looked at Robert thought fully. The air of rather superior insolence with which he had ap proached them was gone now, and she saw again the Robert Ains worth she knew. He met her gaze frankly, with disarming friendli ness. I "I’m sorry, Joyce,” he said, "I didn’t understand. Will you for give me?” He came over and held out his hand, smiling charmingly. He like a little boy who, having shown his temper unreasonably, makes arrogant claim of a loving parent for pardon. "Who the devil are you, any way?” asked Neil petulantly. "I don’t want to crab, Joyce, but ■ ——.. r. wasn t it a bit thick, letting him! hear all this?” "Robert Ainsworth is the great novelist, Neil. Haven’t you ever, ! heard of him?” I Neil shook his head. "Never,”! he said. What does he do besides write? And, once more how does ^e come into all this?” ; "He comes into this, Neil be j cause I happened to have met him since—since the accident on Fire Queen, and because I happened toj like him rather more than ordi-j narily.” Neil fixed his gaze on a distant! | pine tree. "Do you mean that! you’re in love with him, Frills?”i Instead of answering his ques-| tion Joyce said sharply, "I wish you’d make up your mind whether; you want to call me 'Joyce’ or 'Frills’ Neil!” She regretted her ill| temper at once, however and went on more agreeably, "Oh, Neil, I | don’t know anything more.” "You are free, if you want to| be, Joyce,” said Neil, drawing his lips together in the attitude of severe restraint that he assumed when Frills had especially hurt him. "What about Ainsworth?” ! ! He turned to the other man. Did you and Frills fix this all up be-j tween you?” Before Robert could answer, Joyce broke in. "Oh, no, no, Neil, | please—I wasn’t quite so beastly as all that. Nothing had been fixed up1 —we had simply, well, fallen in' love, and there the matter stood.” She looked at Robert and was hurt to find an amused smile lingering about his eyes. Joyce felt a profound shame! creep over her. Neil had just told, her she was free, and yet Robert | sat quietly, saying nothing, tensely; digging holes in the soft ground with his riding crop. Her husband( I was, in a sense, offering her to her| lover—who was making no move to claim her. Was she being re jected by both men? Her nerves,j strung tautly under the strain of the entire morning, collapsed ut terly, and she felt that she would grow histerical if she sat there a nother moment. She sprang to her feet. "Well, now I’ve unmasked before both of you!” she cried, her voice trem bilng close to tears, "Goodbye!” Neil was after her in a moment. "Here, dear, I’ll go back with yon yy "No, no, please don’t. Please leave me alone. For Heaven’s sake, Neil. Let me be for just a little while—”He fell back, struck by the vehemence of her tone, and she sprang lightly in the saddle and galloped off. Once in her room, Joyce locked the door and flung herself down on a couch. She felt crushed and hurt as she had at no time since sheh ad found herself Frills Pack ard. Her disillusionment about Robert Ainsworth was so profound that she felt she had lost all faith in humanity. Evdtyone seemed' less noble, all life took on a men acing and ruthless form. Where could she go to find beautv, to find truth, to find fineness', if not in this man whom she had so ardently ] worshiped? That he should have regarded the situation at first as one to be treated with cynical levity was a fault that seemed to her graver than the grave. I She did not . . . want . . . Robert ■ Ainsworth. * * * When she awoke it was a coo! evening, and she was shivering. As she collected her thoughts she not iced an envelope lying on the floor under her door. It contained a note from Neil, and she read "Dear Joyce:— "When I got back I found a message to go and see Mother. She’s not seriously ill, but feeling badly and wanted to see me. I shan’t tell her anything about us, of course. We must talk everything over. I thought it might be bet ter if I’d camp faut somewhere else tonight. Please go to bed and get a good rest. I’ll see you tomor row. "Neil.” Joyce read this over several times, almost uncomprehending. At last, however, she knew what she must do. She knew she must go away—that it was the only thing for her to do. "I’ve been wrong to stick it out this long,” she thought. "No; wonder I’ve gotten things into such a mess!” It did her good to have some definite work to do. In less than an hour she had bathed, dressed, | and packed two bags with FrilVj simplest clothes and belongings. "It seems like stealing to be tak-l ing them,” she thought worriedlv,! "yet what can I do? Neil doesn’t want Frills’ clothes—they won’t do him any good if I leave them. I’ll have to find some sort of work right away, and I can’t apply for it unless I’m decently dressed. Of course I won’t take any of Frills’ jewelry or anything of real value.’’ . Roxie met her at the foot of the stairs. "Excuse me, ma’am, but Mr. Neil he said you’d be waking up after a time and we should have your dinner ready.” "Very wfell, Roxie, just serve it quickly in the dining-room, please, j And tell Sam I want to speak to him.” 1 Once Joyce had decided to leave, she felt she could' not go quickly enough. She could not endure looking about Neil Packard’s house, and reflecting that she would probably never see it again. Her1 only salvation was Jin acting at once. She was grateful for the non-chalance with which Sam re ceived her orders, and for the lack of demonstration on the part of Roxie. Continued next week. WOULD PLOW UP ALL COTTON Athens, Ga.—A request fromi some Georgia farmers that they bej allowed to plow up all of their cotton was seen by Harry L. Brown assistant director of the state ex-j tension service, as an indication ofi a wholehearted reception of the federal acreage reduction plan in this state. i -. 1 How One Woman j Lost 20 Lbs. of Fat j ! Lost Her Prominent Hips— Double Chin—Sluggishness _ i Gained A Shapely Figure If you are fat how would you like to lose it and at the same time gain in physical charm and acquire a clean, clear skin and eyes that sparkle with buoyant health. Why not do what thousands of women have done to get rid of pounds of unwanted fat? Take one half teaspoon of Kruschen Salts in a glass of hot water every morning before breakfast and keep it up for 3 0 days. You can help the action of Kruschen by cutting down on pastry and fatty meats and going light on potatoes, butter and cream. Then weigh yourself and see how many pounds you have lost. Kruschen Salts are a blend of 6 salts most helpful to body health. Best of all, a bottle of Kruschen Salts that will last you for 4 weeks costs but a trifle. Ask Purcells Drug Store or any druggist for a bottle and start to lose fat today. It’s the safe way to reduce but be sure you get Kruschen—your health comes first. She knew she must go away. Criminal Cases In N. C., 1930-32 The recent Biennial Report of the Attorney General of North Carolina carries some interesting data on criminal cases tried in the superior courts and in courts below the superior courts reporting* to the Attorney General for the two-j year period from July 1, 1930 to July 1, 1932. The report covers all criminal cases tried in the sup-! erior courts, and reports from for ty-four counties that had Courts below the superior courts. Alto gether the report covers 61,404 criminal cases for the two-year period, or a yearly average of 30, 702 cases. The state yearly average for the! two-year period was one criminal cases disposed of for every one hundred and three inhabitants. Stanly county made the best re-j cord for the two-year period with one criminal cV.se for evfcry six hundred and jpighty-six inhabit ants. Haywood county looks worst for the above years with one crimi nal cases disposed of for every thir ty-six inhabitants. Haywood and Stanly are close together in total population, yet the yearly average was forty-four criminal cases in Stanly and seven hundred and sieventy-nine caserl in Haywbod'. | These are the extremes. The other counties range between these. There are several counties that rank near Stanly, with few crimi nal cases, and a large number whose rates are not much above the low record of Haywood. Why one county should ‘have ta rate nineteen times as high as; another county, we do not profess to know. We are only submitting the facts as reported by the Attorney General. The negro crminal rate is higher than the white rate, although there were 38,457 white and 22,699 ne gro cases disposed of during the two-year period. There are more than twice as many white people as negroes in North Carolina. For every female criminal case there were thirteen male cases. There were nearly forty-six thousand convictions. Approxi mately three-fourths of all cases tried resulted in convictions. Superior courts did much more business in 1930-31 than in 1931 32. Courts below superior courts did much more business in 1931 32 than in 1930-31. The total number of cases was almost exact ly the same for both court years, 30,632 and 30,776. The leading crime for both years and in both courts was in connec tion with violation of prohibition laws. One-third of all criminal cases tried during the two-year period had to do with violation of Larceny and receiving, assault with deadly weapons, violation of motor vehicle laws, assault and battery, and passing worthless checks are the other leading crimes that oc cupy the attention of the courts of the state. CATHOLIC PRIEST BEATEN Rheingoennheim, Germany.—• The Rev. 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