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18TH INSTALLMENT "Nancy Virginia,” he said sol emnly, "we love you and we know it isn’t true. But there’s a story about you; to fight it, to put il down, w'e’ve got to know the whoh truth. Will you trust an ole man? Will ydu tell me?” Nancy seemed to grow limp "What is the story, major?” shi . asked. He told her. "I’m an old man child, forgive me—Angie wouldn’l repeat it. I had to. You’ve goi to tell me the truth so I can put il dowm.” She opened her lips with an ef fort. "I can’t!” she said in 2 smothered voice. The old man stood staring ir grave surprise. "I can’t say anything,’’ she said brokenly, "I—a woman can’t save herself—I can’t tell you, major—1 can’t!” 'Then Morgan must!” said the major. "Oh, no, no! Not that—never that!” she availed, clinging to his arm, "promise me—never that!” She had only' one horrible rhought. Richard had cast her out and left her to this. She would not appeal to him again. Major Lomax drew her hand through his arm; he said nothing more. He led her, against her will, up to his own house and opened the door. "Angie!” he shouted, "Angie— Nancy is here to see you—keep her all night. I’ll phone to her mother.” But before his telephone message reached the Gordons something had happened there which wiped out its significance. Mr. Gordon was away; he had gone to Rich mond on business for the bank, and scarcel^Jse back for two been absent .unititMV-WBS. Only Mrs. Gordon and Amanda were at home. Mrs. Gordon was busy. she was startled by Amanda’s voice at the door. "Mis’ Gordon!” she called ex citedly, "Mis, Gordon, heah come Mist’ Roddy, yes m’m sho’s yo’se born—Mist’ Roddy hisse’f!” With a little cry of rapture, Mrs. Gordon ran to the door. "Roddy!” He stared at her, his arms hang ing limp, and when she embraced him he lurched away from her. "Where—whersh father?” he asked thickly. "He’s in Richmond, dear,” she caught at his arm, looking up into his face. "Why, Roddy, you’re ill, your eyes are all bloodshot— take off your hat, dear!” He laughed foolishly, starting away from her again and catching at the-door-post for support. "Whatsh th’ matterish with my hat?” he demanded, taking if off and smiling at it idiotically, "nice old peach of a hat—” he spun it around on one fingr, giggling sud lenly. Then he began to sing oudly. "Where did you get that hatsh?” "Where did you get that hatsh?” "Roddy!” his mother gave a lit tle cry of horror; she seized his arm and shook him. "Look at jme, Roddy, don’t you know me? jit’s mother!” I Roddy looked at her, his eyes istill vacant and watery. Then he laughed wildly, keeping his feet with a lurch, and chuckled her un der the chin. " ’Th’ owl ish a baker’s daugh ter!’” he gurgled, reeled, lost his balance and sat down suddenly and heavily on the floor. Mrs. Gordon uttered a sharp cry of horror and dismay, and ran to the kitcheni door. "Mandy!” she cried, "Mandy —come quick. I—I think Mr. Roddy’s gone crazy.” Amanda came pulling down her sleeves. Roddy was still sitting on (Jaeqfloor, his feet spread out in front of him, and' he was orgling them and laughing foolishly. His face was sickly and pale, and the long lock of his hair hung down, between the glassy eyes. "Hello, Mandy!” he said, still thickly, "hello! Where dish you get two heads? Haven’t any busi ness to have two heads, mus’n get drunk—they’ll arres’ you! Man on th’ car had two heads, didn’t jknow where he’d got ’em either— ;must have been drunk—thass awf’l!” But poor Mrs. Gordon was wringing her hands." He’s crazy!” she sobbed, "Mandy, he’s crazy— they’ve worked my boy to death in New York.” Amanda said nothing; she seized Roddy suddenly by the arm and propelled him toward the lounge. "Yo’-all lie down,” she said soothingly, "yo’ lie righ’ down honey, Mandy’ll git yo’ a cup of coffee, yessuh, yo’ lie down.” Roddy yielded to her propelling touch partly because he could not keep his feet. He dropped vio lently upon the lounge, rolled over and lay face downward. His mother caught hold of Am anda with shaking hands. "Don’t trust to the telephone,” she sobbed, "I can’t talk over it now myself—you run to Dr. r---1 7 can’t say anything’’ she said brokenly—"I can’t tell you ma jor.” Morgan, Mandy, run! Tell him what’s happened. Tell him my poor boy’s lost his mind. Bring him, don’t let him walk—it’ll be his office-hours—it doesn’t matter —bring him quick—quick!” Amanda, running across the gardens with her apron over her head, gave way once to laughter, ind once she knuckled tears from ler eyes. "Fo’ de Lawd, his mother ain’t gwinter believe it—if de doctah tells her!” Then she saw Mammy Polk weeping the back porch and slow ed to a walk. "I ain’t gwinter let on ter dat ole imp ob Satan!” she mumbled to herself, "she’s too big fish nigger anyways—I reckon my folks’ a leap bettah den hern. Mis’ Polk,” she said aloud, mith dignity, 'where’s de doctah at?” Richard had just dismissed a pa ient and was standing by his desk, ooking tall and thin in his white office coat. He thought it was Mammy Polk and did not look up until Amand^^oughed. For ai) instant lie din"not recognize h«^, and, when he did, his face haifr ened in spite of himself. "What is it Amanda?” bhe courtesied, folding her hands into her apron. "Mis’ Gordon sen’ ne fo’ yo’-all„ suh. She sez Mist’ Roddy done gone plumb crazy, yessuh, an’ she wants yo’ to come quick.” Richard frowned. "Crazy? Rod Gordon? What do you mean Amanda?” Amanda edged closer, pleating her apron demurely; then she look ed up sideways and gave him a wink—as one man of the world to another. "He ain’t crazy, no suh, he’s jes’ drunk, but his ma’s takin’ on an’ his pa ain’t home—I reckon it’s jes’ as well anyways, Mist’ Gordon ain’t gwin ter stand no foolin’, no suh!” Roddy drunk! Richard could not remember that the boy had ever had the failing of drink. A thief and a drunkard. Unconsciously the shock it penetrated even the iron of his reserve. "You go ahead, Amanda. I’ll follow,” he said, as they left the house together. Mrs. Gordon had been on her knees beside him, but she stumbled to her feet as Morgan entered. Richard took her shaking hand; in both his. "Don’t be frighten ed,” he said gently. "Ain’t frightened,” said Roddy thickly, "dry—thass it, dry a: UUi}k-till OllV J t> tltVi VV Util —” he began to sing, rocking tc and fro. Mrs. Gordon tore her hand out of Richard’s and covered her fact sobbing. "My boy’s crazy,” sht said in a whisper, "I can’t bear it— can’t!” Richard drew her gently out nto the hall. "He’s not crazy, Mrs. Gordon,’ he said kindly, "someone has giver him some kind of strong drink— and it’s gone to his head, that’s all.’ She gazed at him horrified, in credulous. "My boy naver drank!’ "I know it—that’s why it’s af fected him so badly. He’ll get over it.. Don’t worry.’’ Richarc was sorry for her. She turned very white. "Hi; father!” she gasped in a frightenec mhisper. "Mrs. Gordon, I’m going to takt him home. My car’s outside mj own door, I”ll get it. Nobod) need know, not even your husband He’ll be all right tomorrow.” Without another word, Richarc went out. But when he drove hi: [car around to the Gordon’s back door, Roddy, whose condition seemed to get worse all the time, had to be coaxed into it. Richard and Amanda managed it. Richard drove the car straight into his garage. By that time Roddy had sagged over and gone to sleep. Richard called to his man. "Sam! Here—you go up and tell Mammy Polk she can visit her cousin tonight. Send her packing. Then you come back here and help me get this boy into the house and into bed.” Sam went, and. half an hour ater, Roddy Gordoiaayas asleep in the room next to Pochard's. He slept heavily Jat first, but toward midnight, he became violently ill and Richard fought a hard battle with a touch of delirium in it. "Must have been soaking him self and got some >wood alcohol, too,” Richard thought, sitting up. At two o’clock in the morning, Roddy was really ill; it totak all Richard’s time and skill to turn the tide in his favor. :*• JJ> :{■ It was five o’clock now and broad day. Richard went down tairs and made some strong coffee. When he went back to his patient, Roddy was awake and terribly so ber. He choked down the hot coffee and wanted to kill himself. "How did I get here?” he asked blankly. Richard told him, feeling his pulse. "You’re better. Keep quiet old man. No one knows but your other.” "My mother?” Roddy groaned turning his face to the wall. Richard quieted him. He was using almost all his power as a doc tor and an older man to keep him quiet when old Sam called him from the stairs. behind her and she seemed to hear, too, his footsteps going downstairs. They sounded heavy, final, like the footsteps of a man who had too much to do to bear other people’s burdens! Then her • eyes cleared I "Somebody down heah, Mist Richard!’-’ In the hall stood Nancy. She was bareheaded and she still wore the frock in which she had gone to the Lomaxes. "Richard, where’s Roddy? 1 must see my brother!” Then, as he hesitated, she broke out angrily. "He hasn’t diptheria! Mama itold me—I must see him, I’ve got a right to see him—where is he?’ Richard turned to the stairs. "He’s up here—he’s sober. You may see him. That was all; he did not even look at her as he led the way up stairs. At the door of Roddy’s room Richard stepped back for Nancy to enter. The girl stood still an instant, her hand pressed against her breast. "Don’t let Roddy frighten you,” Richard managed stiffly, his voice sounding harsh. "He’s been under the influence of too much liquor. He’s come out of it with a head ache and the blue devils. Don’t et it frighten you.’’ Nancy’s head went up; she thought he felt that they heaped their troubles on him—she and hei brother. Richard opened the door and she went in. She heard him close it "You are better. Keep quiet, old man, no one k"ows but your moth er.” of the mist in them and she saw Roddy, half dressed sitting on the edge of his bed, reaching for one of his boots. "I don’t mean to make a mess here for Richard—he’s been pretty ,white to me,” he said bitterly, "I’m going out to kill myself.’’ Nancy went over and sat down on the edge of the bed beside him. "Rod,” she said under her breath, with something like a gasp, "have you—been doing it again?” He turned and looked at her, ut erly uncomprehending. "What the deuce do you mean, Nance?” (CONTINUED NEXT WEEK) Brains Plus Brawn Both Needed In Sport—And Life The old idea that brains and brawn are oil and water is going nto the discard. Twelve of nineteen men elect ed to the high-brow Phi Beta Kappa fraternity at Amherst are -rack athletes. Patrick De Leon,, '.aptain of wrestling and freshman wimming teams; Kendall B. De bevoise, captain of football and swimming teams 7and a Baseball alayer, and Philip H. Ward, cap tain of the soccer team and a rackman, are among them. One of the other brilliant schol r athletes is Richard S. Hawkey, a boy who towers six feet four and who sings in the glee club. In the modern world you need brains to get ahead in sport, and you need brawn to get ahead in the tough game of making your way in the world. A modern bathroom is a very fine thing, but one parent remarks that junior would squeal just as loud Saturday night, even if put ia the most beautiful tub. State Game Warden Points The Way To Better Fishing Better sport fishing would be brought within reach of every North Carolina angler, if John D. Chalk, newly appointed game and inland fisheries commissioner, is successful in prosecuting the pro gram upon which he is working. With the hunting seasons over until fall, Mr. Chalk is centering his attention on fishing activities. Finding the source of support of the inland fisheries program, the collection of license fees, lagging the commissioner has instructed wardens throughout the State to renew their efforts along this line. Funds from this source are the sole dependence of the hatcheries for operation and support of all ac tivities for the protection and im provement of sport fishing. The license fee is described as the ang lers investment in his sport. Licenses are required of all pr sons fishing in counties other than those in which they reside and non residents. This fee, in the case of residents amounts to $2.10. In ad dition, county licenses are required of all persons fishing in about a score of the counties in the State. During the last few weeks a sharp increase in collections has been re ported. /\itnougn cne regular eiu^cu son for fishing for warm water species is now in effect, the dates being May 1 to June 11, some form of angling is permited for certain days in each week during this period in all counties. Fishing is permit ted on specified days in counties having only warm water fishing during the May 1—June 11 period, and the trout season is under way in Western North Carolina. One phase of the inland fisheries program which the new commis sioser is planning to stress is the constructon of fish ponds on every farm in the State where facilities are available. Each new pond, it is pointed out, will provide new opportunities for fishing and other recreation and will afford an op portunity, if proper cultural meth ods are followed, for a continuous supply of appetizing and wholesome food. The , U. S. Bureau of Fisheries has long pointed out the advantages of pondfish culture, and the State conservation department has joined heartily in this movement by fre quently calling the attention of the public to the desirability of pro /iding new fishing grounds. Boy 5, Victim Of Rare Malady San Francisco — Five-year-old Eugene Bennett of Jackson was a patient at Children’s Hospital here and doctors tried to find a cure for his strange malady, which causes his skin to react like a photographic film to the sun’s rays. Exposure to the sun causes Eugene’s skin to break out in deep blisters. The rare disease is known as hydro aes tivale. Poisoned Wife, 7 Children, He Says Sapulpa, Okla.—County autho rities held the signed confession of Chester Barrett, thirty-two-year old unemployed painter, that he poisoned his wife and seven of his eight children to prevent their starving. Three children died. "I just thought that if we could all go to sleep and never wake up God would forgive me,” read the statement of Barrett, who is held on a charge of murder. The fatal doses were administer ed in the guise of medicine after Barrett had made two unsuccessful attempts to kill his family and commit suicide, the confession said, aid. Chased Runaway Train Ten Miles to Avert Disaster. Story of heroic action of a railroad crew told in a thrilling article in the American Weekly, the magazine which comes with the BALTI MORE SUNDAY AMERICAN, issue of May 13. Traveling Around America Photo Grace Line ON TOP OF THE WORLD THIS little balsa is riding the waves on top of the world. It is one of the strange sailboats which the In dians use for fishing and transporta tion on Oake Titicaca, South America —the highest navigable lake in the world, lying 13.500 feet above sea level between two chains of mountains, the loftiest of which are almost 20,000 feet high. The Indians, by an in genious method handed down through the centuries build their balsas by binding together the reeds and rushes found along the shore and fashioning them into a canoe-shaped craft topped bv a graceful reed sail. These boats are exactly like those in which the 'ncas sailed across the lake to the sacred Island or the Sur. in the days when its streets flashed with silver and its tempie rnd palace glittered with gold and precious stones. As a concession to modern times a sturdy steamer, the Inca—more than 200 feet long and very comfortable now plies between Puno the Peruvian port, and Guaqui, the Bolivian ter minal. Since Lake Titicaca has no outlet to the sea the steamer Inca brought there > i 1902 and her pred ecessor, the Yavari, built in 1861. were transported up to the Lake in sections—the Inca by rail and the Yavari by mule and Indian back. The 12-hour steamer trip is one of the most enjoyable treats South America offers travelers taking the weekly cruises from New York and California to Peru and Chile. During the crossing, emerald islets flecked with ruins thousands of years old float by; ancient Inca strains drift in from shore as the Indians play their pipes of-pan; and a procession. 95 miles long, of magnificent mountains topped with snow and wound round with llama trails passes in view. E. CARR CHOATE DENTIST Office in Mocksville first three days of week; in Salisbury last three days of week, over Pur cell’s Drug Store, "On the Square.” PHONE 141 DR. N. C. LITTLE Optometrist Eyes examined and glasses fitted Telephone 15 71W. 107% S. Main Street Next to Ketchie Barber Shop. 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