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ELEVENTH INSTALMENT The girl had passed from frenzy to mauldin collapse. She wa: shivering as her protector draggec her firmly through the door. Dowr the companionway and along th< corridors they staggered, the oldei woman moving with intent and de cisive steps. At last they reachec Joan’s cabin and the girl floppec on her bed. Miss Mudge bent dowr and drew off her slippers and stock ings. She made her sit up while sh< pulled her flowered chiffon frocli over her head. Blushing vaguely when she saw how little she wore she gingerly drew off the scrap ol lace that seemed to be all of hei under-clothing. How lovely sh< was! Miss Mudge went into hei wardrobe and found a nightdress— of silk so soft that she could crus! it in one hand. It was fragrant and f ,’eet as acacia blossom. "Comfy now?” she asked. Joan’s reply was an incoherent whisper. ’ Miss Mudge kissed her and tucked her up, dimly touched by her help less state. Then she found her way to her own bed in the darkness, foi she could not bear the light just then. Her numbness was slowly passing and she was coming out of a fog, aware at last that something terrible had happened to her in the captain’s quarters. In a full blaze of consciousness, she buried her face in her hands, and sobbed. Miss Foster, wild and drunk and beauti ful, had told the truth and stripped her to shreds, right down to the awful foundation of her cotton nightgown and her crimped fringe. Miss Mudge was seeing things as they were, and she felt alone and afraid, in a vast hall that stretched ! to infinity, a hall lined with flash ring mirrors that reflected over and | over again the cheapness of all her belongings. A week ago she had [felt so chic. And the kiss from Mr. Charlton—an act of pity! [That had been cheap, too. Her ; face was drained of life. For hours she lay on her bed without moving. The cocktail party went on, with [the guests making feverish efforts to cover up the disappearance of Miss Mudge and Joan. Only Dick went out, after catching the eye of the captain. Angela shook herself clear of the horror she had gone through. Captain Baring took out his vio lin and settled it tenderly under his chin. He played for them, softly, Greig and Bach. Angela sat en tranced—not so much by the music as by the strange man who spent lonely night on the bridge and could wring such feeling from his violin. When he had finished, he was still remote, as if his playing was a form of self-indulgence that he did not care to share with others. He listended to their compliments absent-mindedly and left them without a word. Miss Mudge left the Marenia at San Francisco. She was pale and wore her glasses. Her fringe was straight and she had given her Spanish shawl to her stewardness. All of her vanities had been laid aside, for her mind worked clearly now. After her tips had geen paid, she had eight dollars and her railway ticket to Ohonto. That was that! She had traveled forty thousand miles but had failed to see the world. She had spent her life’s savings and would have to begin all over again Another twenty years with Agatha before it was time for them to retire on their pension:,. Her dull life lay over her like a shade. Bravely she stepped down the gangplank, knowing that glam our was only an empty word. She was sure at last that there was on ly one sphere in which she could move. Hereafter she would keep her wings clipped to her surround ings, and her thoughts close to the ground. She had avoided Dick since the cocktail party. He Had sent her a note, kind and detatched, telling her that she must forget every word Miss Foster had said. It was now among her souvenirs—a red balloon, a swizzle-stick, a cheap little Tana gra from Athens, a small carved god, her Jordan water, some gala favours, her autographed menus, a snapshot of him at Kandy. That was all. It was good-bye. The people with whom she had chatted on deck and at table, ex changing addresses and promising lifelong friendship, had been too busy with their own affairs to no tice her undistinguished departure. There were two exceptions. Mrs. Wynant had been cordial, inviting her to visit her home in England, and Miss Arundel had kissed her warmly, promising to send her some wedding cake. Miss Mudge flut tered along the pier. She had to get through the customs, but pain was fogging her vision, and the dragging weight deep in her inside, was getting worse each minute. For twenty years she had looked for ward to her trip around the world. Now it was over, and she had noth ing. She stumbled against a trunk and wiped the tears from her eyes. It was too late for her to see that Dick was watching her as she wan dered with uncertain steps among the packing cases on the warf. His glance was kind, but he was think ing that it was far, far better for Miss Mudge to be stepping back into her lustreless frame at Ohonto, Wisconsin. He had avoided Miss Mudge since the cocktail party, but ! Captain Baring took out his violin and settled it under his chin. only because she seemed to be keep ing deliberately out of his way, and he had taken his cue from her. Therelwas nothing he could say to her, nothing at all. The orchestra was playing. It’s languid notes came drifting up from the ballroom. Patty’s hand stole through Jimmy’s arm. He squeezed it hard. "Good kid ” he whispered, and kissed the tip of her ear. Patty sighed. "I love the swish of the sea in my ears. Life will seem so quiet, Johnny, when we’re on land again. "Life is just opening up for Patty,” said Angela, watching her affectionately. "I hope there’s something in Johnny, for Patty is a fine girl,” Macduff declared. "I think there is, Macduff. You’re a little hard on the young.” "Intolerable puppies, all cheek and ignorance!” Angela laughed. "I’ve got rath er fond of those two. I shall al ways wonder about them. When you’re thrown together on a trip like this, and share the sort of things that we have shared, you get more attached to people than you would in thirty years at home.” "I wonder what’s happened to the Langford woman,” said Mac duff, irrelevantly. "She’s probably not with Rum ford by now, but she did all the damage she could while she was on the boat. She comes from New York, doesn’t she, You may run into her some time.” "Angela,” Macduff bent over, "would you ever want to live in New York?” "Never.” • 1 i i e r i • • 1 jLyiciv V/iiaiiLun iuu». uu uw et and put on his dressing-gown, he lighted his pipe and sat down at his desk to read. A knock at the door. He opened it wide, and found Joan standing outside, the strap of her satin frock slipping down over her arm, and her wild green eyes ablaze with light. Dick grew pale but controlled himself. He couldn’t forget what this devil ish girl had done to Miss Mudge. "What do you want?” he de manded. "I want to speak to you, Dick. I want to ell you I’m sorry. I swear I didn’t mean to hurt her—■ or you. I swear I didn’t.” "Joan, I hope never to see you again as long as I live,” said Dick, in a voice that stung like a lash. "Oh, oh, Dick, you can’t mean it! You can’t have forgotten our night together.” "I’ve forgotten everything except your unkindness.” The door moved in her face. "No, no, Dick, don’t do that.” She was looking at the closed door. He had meant it, then. It was all over with Dick, who had seemed for a brief space to find her desirable. She knocked at the door again. There was no response. She would go to the bar. An hour later Joan was on her way to the top deck again, with the vague idea to having a plunge to cool herself off. That idot Mac duff was standing at the top, star ing down at her. Now would be as good an occasion as any to tell him what she thought of him. There were times when Joan burned to express her true opinion of some of her fellow passengers and here was a good chance. "Looking for Mrs. Wynant?” she enquired, reeling up against him. He pushed her off. "No,” he said. "That’s funny.” She laughed on a piercing note. Macduff re garded her with disgust. "I don’t like your looks,” said Joan, "and I don’t like the way you’re staring at me now. Who do you think you are anyway. You’re scarcely human.” She prodded him in the ribs. Macduff did not move. "But I like the way you can drink.” She drew confidential. "Let’s have a brandy together. Come to my room.” "No, thanks.” "All right, big boy. Joan’s go ing to have a swim.” She made a gamine gesture and followed a twisting course to the pool. Macduff watched her, won dering if she weren’t tipsy enough to drown. What an appaling girl! Even before she had reached the door she stooped down, caught her frock at the hem and began to pull it over her head. He could see her long, slim legs. The pool was dark, except for the green light in the far corner. Her dress came off and was flung to the floor; then she spread her arms for a dive. He caught a glimpse of her gleaming back in the second before she jumped. He waited for the splash, hoping that it would sober her up. It was his duty to see that she didn’t drown. But no splash came. Only a dull crash that sickened Macduff and hurried his footsteps through the door that Joan had entered. God in IHeaven, the tank was drained! <Tor a moment he shut his eyes, thw^fleaned over the edge to look. The green light spread its sickly suffusion, and there, on the tiles, lay Joan. She was naked ex cept for beads, garters, stockings and sandals. One of the stockings was half way down. Her arms were spread like wings. Her face le could not see. It was crushed on the tiles. Slowly he realized that the girl must be dead. Through a mist he saw her dress lying on the floor beside him, flame red, still warm from her body. There was no other trace of her, not a scrap ing. No one could know that he was standing here alone, guarding a lifeless form. He must do some thing about it. IHe must start the horrible chain of machinery mov ing. Two girls dead1 across his path! Jenny in the China Sea and the click of her heel on his wall, Joan with her brains dashed out before his eyes. He had sworn to avoid all human contact, yet fate had caught him twice in the orbit of death. Was it punishment for vowing that he would travel alone and apart? Were people not in tended to avoid one another and the burden of mutual care? Had he been ducking life and had Angela touched his sensibilities at last? Was there something else that one must heed besides the inviolability of one’s solitude and the warmth of a glass of whiskey? Macduff’s strong Highland sense of supersti tion was aroused. Sweat stood on his brow. Thoughts flowed through his mind in molten masses. The numbness of forty years was wearing off, and each nerve was a red-hot needle, coming to life and pricking his flesh. But the mom ents were flying. (CONCLUDED NEXT ISSUE) Catawba Negative Defeats Univ. Of Dayton Debaters (From The Pioneer) The negative debating team of Catawba College, composed of Ffarold Wolfinger and Edward Stull defeated the affirmative team of the University of Dayton on Friday night, March 13, in a highly interesting debate in the recital hall of the music building by the decis ion of three judges. The debate started at eight o’clock before a fair-sized group of college students and faculty mem bers. Flerbert L. Stoolman, chair man of the debate, announced that the query was, "Resolved: That congress should be authorized by i two-thirds majority to override i decision of the supreme court de claring an act of congress unconsti tutional,” and then presented the respective speakers. Both sides presented convincing! arguments, but the Catawba team' used a bit of strategy that caught! the Dayton team unprepared and! von the debate for them. All four! participants presentee^ smashing re-! puttals but in this department the Catawba boys again excelled. Three prominent citizens of Salisbury, R.ev. G. Fitz, Mr. Carl K. Ramsey, ind Mr. Clifford Beck, acting as ludges, gave the Catawbaa team thei decision by a wide margin. This) lebate concluded the negative side’s! ichedule for this season. • Watchman Classified Ads arej Profit Producers. L.—---— The ship was heaving gently, rocking her white body. of underwear. She had died as recklessly as she had lived. The ship was heaving gently, rocking her white body. On every deck people were packing for land Lady’s Painful Trouble Helped By Cardui Why do bo many women take Cap ital for the relief of functional pains it monthly times? The answer 1s that they want results such as Mrs. Herbert W. Hunt, of Hallsville, Texas, iescrlbes. She writes: “My health wasn't good. I suffered from cramp ing. My pain would be so intense It would nauseate me. I would Just irag around, so sluggish and ‘do less.’ My mother decided to give me Cardui I began to mend. That tired, sluggish feeling was gone and the pains disappeared. I can’t praise' Cardui too highly because I know It helped me." ... If Cardui does not help YOU, consult a physician. i Juniors Plan Minstrel On 29th (From The Pioneer) The committees for the colossal Ministrel Show to be presented by the Junior Class in the Catawba auditorium on March 29 have been appointed by the class president. The minstrel will include leading performers and "talente extraordi naire” of Catawba and Salisbury. Besides the four end men, Gehring, Caldwell, Carolus, and Carpenter, the blackface chorus will include Dr. Dearborn, Vincent Haag, Paul Wright, Richard Myers, and Hart man Keener with "Al” Shenberger as interlocutor. The purpose of the class is to make money with which to present the finest Junior-Senior Banquet that has ever been held. Herbert Stoolman has been ap pointed General Director and the General Committee is made up of Messrs. Gehring, Carolus, Shen berger, and Stoolman. In his in terview with the press, Mr. Carolus said, "The Minstrel will certainly be fine; we want your support. And the price will be reasonable.” Former Student Dies (From The Pioneer) It was with deep regret that the students and faculty of Catawba College learned of the death of Mrs. Harry Boyde, who before her marriage four weeks ago, was Miss Frances Dyer. She had been ill with pneumonia in the Greensboro hospital and passed away Thursday night, March 12. Miss Dyer grad uated from Catawba College in 1935 and was one of the outstand ing members of the class. The memory of her ever ready smile and constant cheerfulness will re main in the thoughts of all who knew her, and the students of the college offer their heartfelt sym pathy to Frances’ parents and hus band. "The 'new social order’ is a myth.” Dr. James S. Thomas, Clarkson College president, warns against the intelligensia. Glee Club Takes 43 On Northern Trip (From The Pioneer) With the usual excitement of a last minute rush the Glee Club members were finally assembled to gether to leave on their northern trip. The bus left the campus at eight o’clock on Saturday morning, j March 14. They made their first | stop at Harrisonburg, Virginia, | where they sang on Saturday even jing. The trip came as a reward j for the long practices which the | Glee Club members had attended. Those fortunate enough to be able to go on the trip were: Eleanor Barber, Edna Bowman, Genevieve Boysworth, Mrs. Carbaugh, Annie Marie Chandler, Leonie Fowler, Dorothy Gordon, DeLette Honey cutt, Ruth Krider, Margaret Kirk, Mildred Lloyd, Daisy Lytle, Eliza beth Miller, Amanda Myers, Ethel Myers, Alta Ruth Martin, Mary K. Plyler, Mary K. Porter, Cora Lee Propst, Naomi Rendleman, Rebecca Safrit, Eleanor Smith, Edith Smith, Camille Templeton, Marga ret Warlick, Marguerit* Woodson, Virginia Wyand, Carlton Brod beck, Keith Borland, Albert Car penter, Donald Cunningham, Dr. Dearborn, John Fox, Leon Godshaw, Ralph Frantz, Vincent Haag, Al bert Henshaw, Emerson Keener, Laurence Leonard, Richard Myers, David Schnebley, Carl Tolbert, and Patrick Wiley. A promising student should be given sufficient funds to enable him to complete his higher educa tion .... 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