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"'J'M 'tM mMt reaUie "ifijp.l _ wu tambung wttb bw 4a^ ki^.' She knew In her koiil that she mnet open’ll tbe^^ooc TKirtecnth Instalment £.SANesioi\ *€b"—' i r> ^'^febdy brought me,” she said, , - "ITO^have this one with him.” It wasn’t a jolly evening. But # managed to be adequately ^ 'aonversational and very polite. ^ Ko reference was made to the . mat evening that the four spent tiHrether. . A. ■And then, after the dinner had f been drawn out as long r.s pos- ^•^■Ible, it was time to go home! There hasn’t anything else to do. tt was Sandy, not Tony, who deeded the situation. "■r think, Jane.” he said (they’d never gotten rust the *st name stage), “that it's up «r me to take you home, even though I started the party with another gal! After all. you know, we’re on the outside, looking in.” Jane bit her lip sharply. “I've got my car downstairs ” «he said. “I can take yon all lonie, you know." And at last, after detailed di rections had been given to tlie ehanffenr. the car came to a slop in front of Ellen'.s liousc. 'fhe moment had arrived—and Tony rose to it nobly. “Thanks. Jane,'’ he said, as ho ■helped Ellen out of the car. “Ton were nice to come to din ner with me—and nice to bring as home.” It would have been all right ff Jane had left it that way—if she had just said a gracious goodnight. For a niomeiit oil'll imagines that she meant to. and | then she leaned out of the car| atnd her slim. heautifii! hand' ■rested lightly upon the .sleevei ■i£ Tony's coat. “Ton'll not forget.” shu said. *lhat it's my 'uirthday Saturday, and that the crowd is coming down to onr country place for fhe week-end. You said you'd be tbere, you know.” Tony mumbled something. It sounded to Ellen like “I’ll re miuLher." And then he was atsTting to slam shut the door of tBw car. But his movement was srresfed by Sandy's gay, tactless vedoe. *Tfhrowing a party.” Sandy asKsd, “and not inviting me! nw eome-Elleu should have somebody along who talks her kutgnage. She’d be lost with all mt you folks—who are Philis- ttnes." Sandy, you see, was assuming —the other three. Jane and El- Kw and Tony, realized it at the aaaif horrible second—that BI- fcB was to be a member of the iwrty! The birthday house party to which Jane had invited Tony —Tony evidently, to her mind, still playing the role of a bcbelor! “Of course, you can come, »ady,” she said, sweetly, "if you want to. It might be much more charming for Ellen to have one of her own—sort. Maybe you have the right idea, at that.” And then the car had gone flashing down the street. For a long moment there was silence before Ellen found words. Before she spoke in a voice that was shot through with bewilderment. “-And now,” she sajd, “what are we going to do?” Tony laughed boyishly. “I guess,'’ he said, “that it's all set! It begins to look as if you're coming with me to a house party. Sandy certainly put Jane in an odd position, didn’t he? But. as usual, she came through one hundred per cent.’’ “Yes,” said Ellen, “yes, she did. Jane did come throu.gh. As usual.’’ She spoke so softly that for all Tony knew she "'as sigh ing. He didn't know that all at once tlicre was a scelliing auger in her heart. “You're ratlicr a peach, you know,’' she told Tony, and her tone wa.s not at all casual. “You've made everything very easy for me, tonight. But even though you're so regular, even though you've been truly won derful. I couldn't possibly accept Jane's invitation—I can’t pos sibly accept Jane’s invitation—I can't possibly go to her party. She was forced into asking me, yon realize tliat. She doesn’t want me—why should she want me? it's you she wants!’’ Tony answered. "I'd like. Ftllen." suiil. answer ing the first part of her remark, “to make all of life very easy for yon, if 1 could. That hap pens—■’ his voice’ also had lost its casual note, “Uiat liapocns to he the way I care about you.’’ He paused. And then he was an swering the last p^irt of ■what she had said to him. “But.” he added, “I do wish awfully you’d come to Jane's party. She may have been forced into asking you—-I’m honest enough to admit that she was— but the important thing is that she did ask you. Under the cir cumstances, if you don’t go. AMttINISTR.ATOR’8 XOTIOK Haring qualified as admiais- inUor, c. t. a. of the estate of J. M. ■Wellborn, deceased, late •f Wilkes County, North Caro- Hna, this is to notify alt persons baring claims against the estate «f' said deceased to exhi.'»it them to the undersigned at North "WTIkesboro, North Carolina, on or before the 14th day of No- Teaiber, 1935, or this notice will be pleaded in bar of their re- eorery. Ail persons indebted to said estate will please make im mediate payment. Thi.s ‘llth day of Nov., 193-1. n. W. CWVN. Adnir. c. t. a. .1. .M. Welliiorii. deceased. l-4-6t NOTICE North Carolina. Wilkes Coun ty Under and by virtue of the power of sale contained in a IBortgage Deed, executed on the ST day of January 1931. by C. W. Elledge and wife, to R. M. Habcrry, Mortgagee, said Mort gage Deed being to secure the pajrment of a certain note, and default haying been made in the payment thereof, the undersign ed mortgagee, will offer for sale at public auction to the highest aidder for cash on the 26 day of JitBuary 1935, 10 o’clock a. m. at Jh* courthouse door in Wllkes- boro. North Carolina, the follow- fcg described land, to wit: B.ying and being in North Wil- IcsBoro township, Wilkes coun ty, and more particularly defin ed and described as follows: Beginning at a stake on the west side of highway No. 18 in a M. Elledge line westwardly J49 feet to a stake in George Bjids line and C. M. Elledges •oraer running south with Byrds ■b« 50 feet to a stake M. F. Ab aters corner, thence east HO fteC to highway No. 18 M. P. Absfeers corner, thence north 60 ftet to the beginning known as mw ®*rt of the C. D. Coffey & ■onw property. ■WBfit 27 day of Dec., 1084. ^ R. M. MABERRY, , t-rr-ft- Mortgagee. couldn’t go either, now. And if I don’t appear on Jane’s birth day. my crowd will think it's strange. And so—’’ even through the dark Ellen was aware of his smile, “and so it would seem that we’re in a box. Fortunately we’re in the same box. Not—’’ the smile had grown into his carefree young laughter, “not that it isn't very nice to be in a box with you!” Ellen was turning again; they were getting nowhere. She start ed to move wearily toward the steps of the house in which she lived. Tony followed her. They climbed the steps together, slow ly. “I don’t know what to do, Tony," she said, and her voice was vague. “Don't you think we’^d better let it ride—all of this business about Jane's party? Let’s not worry about it tonight. Let's just wait and see what hap pens.” Tony was speaking "Wiiether you go to Jane’s or not.” he said, and his tone was wistful. “I wish we might have a few evenings together. This has been sort of grand, hasn't it? To me ! been kind of crazy not see ing you since—’’ his voice low ered. “onr wedding day.'' For just one second—one sec ond out of al! life—Ellen dared to he eager. She d'd not draw her iiard away, even though it was held so loosely. “Sometimes.” she said, “dur ing the last two weeks I. too, felt that we were silly. I’d be glad to see you lost as often as you want to see me, you know.” She said the last with a rush. She tried not to emphasize the word, “just as often as you want to see me.” Tony answered very seriously. “That would be^uite a lot,’’ he said. “I guess we won't go into that. I guess you understand.” He liesitated slightly. “Well, I guess it’s goodnight.” Ellen «as faltering there in tlie doorway. She took a step forward—Tony was very close, it was a short stop. Rut despite his closeness, he couldn’t know that she was near to yielding— to making crazy, sweet admis sions. “Won’t you come up.’’ she asked, “for Just a minute?” But Tony was moving away from her, down the steps. It seemed as if the distance was autcmatically widening between them. “I’d like to.” he said, "but I don’t trust myself to come up with you. Unless—your Inrltii- tlou means more than I think it quickly;^' before she .x told Tpnjr how tmnch she wanted .him to come in,* how much alie ^wanted him not to trust himself. She couldn’t make that move—she wouldn’t. He wouldn’t be given a chance to hurt her pride, or to break her heart. She must open the door, now—and go In side, alone. In the morning Jane's letter came, as Ellen had known that It would. "My party,” read the pseudo- original letter, going to he very informal. Just a few of my oldest and most intimate friends have been asked down. O f course, I do hope you can come and that you won’t find it too dull—being among strangers.” As Ellen read the edged words, she was suddenly more bitterly annoyed than she had ever been In her life. “I won’t go,” she was storm ing, “I won’t! I won’t! I won’t!’’ That resolution carried her through the first half of the day. Carried her along until Sardy’s note arrived. “I’m wondering,” Sandy wrote, “if I can go np to Jane’s party with you and Tony, oi. Satur day Drive up with you, I mean, i'vc decided to accept the gal’s invitation—it ought to be fun.” Ellen, reading Sandy’s note, gritted her teeth and realized that she was indeed in a box. And so it came about that, with the advent of the week-end, Ellen found herself en route to the house party—and in a car with two men. On the way out Ellen had been picturing that home. She had seen it, in her mind's eye. as a magnificent place of stone and stained glass. But in a way she had been wrong. For Jane’s home, though it was large and stately and magnificent, was magnifi cent in the early colonial man ner. it was a simplicity so re miniscent somehow of a certain old house with its shabby gar den. that brought tlie quick tears to Ellen’s eyes. And then the door was open ing and the butler was unband ing from his dignity to give Tony a personal greeting. And Tony, with an air of one 'vho belonged in the white house, was instruct ing the butler to tell Miss Jane that they had arrived. Miss Jane, Miss Jane! As she appeared in the doorway of the drawing room, she seemed more attractive than she had at any of their previous meetings. Ellen thought. At that moment of meeting, Ellen was glad of Sandy’s sup port rather than for Tony’s. For Sandy was barging in with his usual carefree manner. Now the three of them were following Jane into the drawing room to meet Mother, and to have tea. Mother—a faint reflec tion of Jane herself—offered a greeting from behind the heavy silver service, while from around the room rose shoqts. “Hello, Tony, it's about time you were getting here!” “How’s the boy—how's the married man!” There were quick introduc tions—introductions to people phom Ellen had met only on cer tain magazine pages. Sandy had already disappear ed with the girl Margie, who was among those present. Blleii had seen him drag her, unprotesting, to a window seat behind a flow ing damask drapery. Ellen was telling Tony that she took her tea without either cream or su gar or lemon, and Tony, his arm lightly around her waist, was drawing her from one side of the room to the other, saying, “This is my wife, y’ know!” And, Jack, here, was in my class in college.” Ellen heard her own voice making polite responses; catch ing the double entente of a sen tence here and tossing it hack. She had dragged off her small hat and was running her slim, nervous fingers through the tousle of her curls.—Ja.ne was still standing by the doorway of the drawing room with one hand resting on a bell cord, with the other outspread over her heart. Ellen, through the veil of her own lashes, could see the hurt in Jane’s eyes as they followed Tony's broad tweed-covered back down the length of the room. All at once, for the first time since Jane had dawned upon her horizon, Ellen was being sorry for the other girl! Jane’s mother was saying something, and Ellen bent near to listen. "We’re all so fond of Tony,” Jane's mother was sai'ing gently. "We’ve all been anxious to meet his wife. Jane’s description of you hasn't been very clear. You're so pretty, my dear—’’ Jane’s mother sighed, “and so young. Tony's a very fortunate boy.” All at once. Impulsively, Ellen'i hand was reaching out to touch the hand of the alim woman tinted in silver and amethyst. Here at laaat, iu thla mad room, waa on*: oaaia'.^ne eooL friendly’ ,?.--i!lalEllen dreiaed for dinner in tbe Toom to which she had been aUdtt^ she felt that ahe wae toudilng on a part of life so soft ly npholateied that it tvaa unreal. Her suitcase had been oj^iaed by seme unseen but deft maJd. ,^®er undeawenr had already been^%dd carefully in bureau drawers. Ellen was glad that it was prettyl Her best evening frock was spread out upon the bed, and beneath it stood her satin slippm. Rather wearily Ellen climbed out of the dress in •which she had journeyed from the city, but her weariness vanished after a warm scented bath. She wondered what time dinner would be served, and whether she would be seated next to Tony at dinner. While she was wondering, there came a knock at the door which, with a fluttering at the pulse, she answered! It was a maid, correct in taffeta and white organdy. . Ellen smiled involuntarily at sight of her, and the maid beamed back. Here again was friendli ness. and ao decorative. - |: to "Hdtto, Ellen." aaid Margie, arid^she waa next to Sandy, at iht ex-jget tl» bang of tti^ there was‘more warmth in voice than there had been t . “Say,^ Pin giad you broughtf your boy'fric^. He’s amusiisg- the one -with the whiskers, E! her treme end of the taWe. “Below thejBeiieve It or not, her. M salt.” Sandy wbbpared .to *Tony sat at Jane’t^right, ’ Somebody was toasting Jane. It. ^wasn’t Tony—4hat was “sll EBen could tell. But it'Waa mstiebdilf mean-” EHIen laughed. Sbb didp^ dislike Margie. .'•4’*' “He thinks you’re amusing, too,’! she said. “He’s mad to paint you.” “Nude?” asked Margpe. Her voice had a slightly rising note. “Isn’t that the Way artists usu ally paint their women?” Ellen felt her color rising, but she answered levelly. “Some do,” she answered, “but not Sandy. He’s a fashion man primarily, althougli he does stun ning illustrations.” "Oh,” said Margie. That was al'. 'The other girls were bendin; forward, frosted glasses in hant', cigarettes held before carefully with a Voice well bred an^jtBBured Bke Tony's, ^ - ; .^"There!s nothing we can wish bS,*’ said the voice, “she has ev erything!’^-' vj, “Yeah,”’said Sandy under his breath, to Ellen, “not quite every thing. We know.” ' - ' Ellen wanted to slap him—to do more, to murder him! They danced after dinner, in the same drawing room. When the dancing began, Jane held out her hand to Tony with an air so pro prietary that it gave Ellen a little kicked feeling in the pit of her stomach. But she scarcely had time for any definite feelings, for she was being whirled off in the arras of the stout boy who, like came up tiiat night, Just | sheer devilishn^ on Ja»^ j. I realised it at the tims'^^tookV me off my feet for s month. nothing about any party to me," befbre. 't She just said it to get your goat, Tm not even sure it’s her blitiiday, tonight-^I nemr can remember dates. I wouldn't have ^ told you this if Sandy hadn’t nmde :;;.' her come through in 41 big wuy. When he did I was tiidded to death. It gave me a chance to be with you again.' I told a dozen lies—white. onesr-about how my friends would feel—and yonrs— So that was that! 01en all along had suspected, from Tony's bewil derment on the night of the im promptu meeting, that there had been something odd back of the birthday party arrangements. (Continued Next Week) " w. % young person, spoke languidly. “You’re the first model I ever met,” she said. “Do you pose for the figure?” ...r- T „-,u j i Again Ellen answered as casu- “Miss Jane,” the maid told her, j „ * , ,, 'is having the young ladies in her!® ® ^ dressing room for a first cocktail rouged Hps. One of them, a dark ^lany stout youths, was an excep tionally good dancer. And then somebody was cutting in—one of the Jacks or Jims or Charleys who had been in Tony’s class in college. It was the fourth dance before “Only for my mother, years Ellen found herseif in her hus- She said to come in negliges—the others will be that way. Just—” the maid was quoting, “a breath ing space before dinner.” Her negligee? As she wrapped it around her small, slender body, Ellen was conscious of its defi ciencies. But then she hadn’t ex pected her negligee to be under observation. It was a plain little thing of dark figured silk, cut ago," she told the dark girl. “She was an artist, you see. She was rather—an important artist. You probably wouldn’t know . . . I’m afraid that even if I wanted to pose in the altogether I couldn’t Liquid. Tablet^ Salve. Nose Drops che s and FEVER first day Headaches in 30 minutefl band’s arms—found herself being steered, with a complete directness of purpose, toward a conservatory! that opened out of the rom in i which they danced. I “I’ve got to see you alone,” Tony • compete with some of the models i murmured in her ear. “This is the i who go in for figure work. My own figure—” she laughed, apolo getically and smoothed the dark silk that shrouded her knees. Jane stopped shaking the cock- along boyish lines, and with pock-, tails. She poured one for herself, ets. with a steady hand. As she knocked upon the door, “I won’t offer you a glass, El- queereset situation I’ve ever been mixed up in.” "goes the mirth died down suddenly, and then Jane’s clear, crisp voice call ed, “Come in!” Icn,” she said at last. “I know you don’t drink. You’ve none of the obvious vices. Is it—” she passed, Ellen pushed the door wide and! and the dark girl, whose name El- that she' len didn’t know, went on. * “It is a pose?” drawled the dark girl. “Your Elsie Dinsmore atti- If so, it’s a good one.” entered. Ellen feared looked as alien, in her plain lit tie coat, as she felt—for the other girls were dressel in cleverly cut satin, in wide ankled pajamas, in negligees that fell from gleaming shoulders to swish around gleam ing slippers. Frankly, as Ellen be came one of the group, they ap praised her. Jane was shaking the cocktails —Jane in the white satin that she so often wore: only this time the white satin was cut with trous ers and a madarin coat that had clever touches of peacock blue and silver in its embroidery. Nearby stood the girl Margie, draped against the mantle shelf like one of the loose-limbed de butante dolls that are so boneless “That,” said Ellen, double.” “Gosh almighty!” said Tony. Just that. And—“I wonder why I came- Ellen asked of him, very seriously. { Tony’s hands were holding hers so tightly that her wedding ring; bit into the two fingers next toj it. i Williams Auto & Radiator Shop Phone 334-J — N. Wilkeabor* Route 60 Radiator Repairing, Body Ite- biiilding. Motor Blocks Reboied, Extensions Welded in Track Frames. General Repair Work a Specialty. T. H. WILLIAMS, Owner tude Ellen stretched her feet out in front of her. and regarded the toes of her plain little black slip pers. “Call it a pose, if you want to.” she said, at last. “I’m not the type to smoke and be catty and get tight. One has to be dark and dramatic to get away with that, I fear—” “Atta, kid.” said Margie almost inaudibly. Margie was blonde. Dinner was again a magnificent jumble—all the way from the caviar in its little ice molds to the magnificent birthday cake that was carried in, blazing, by the butler. “Have they geen giving you buggy ride?” he asked Ellen. WEAK AND SKINNY MEN, WOMEN AND CHILDREN heard that they looked you over ^ I Saved by new Vitamin* of Cod Livar Oil in tastelcM tablet*. before dinner. Margie told me.” “They tried to,” Ellen told him, | “but I can take care of myself.” I Poond* of firm hemlthy fle«h iiutead of bare scrasvy bone* I New visor, vim and cnersy instead of tired Hetleesneaa I Steady, qnfet nervea 1 That is what thonsanda of . , „ . • ■ neople are gettins throngh scientists' latest “Sometimes, said Tony, I ■wish discovery—the vitamins of Cod Liver Oil cnidn’t ” concentrated in little sugar coated tablets you coulon l. , of its horrid, fishy taste or smeU. wsiu thp IHpa anvwav?” ■ McCoy’s Cod Liver Oil Tablets, the^r* W nat was me mea, anyway i , ^„gjyf.Cod Liver oil hi Tsblets". and they Ellen wanted to know. “This par- ; tlmply work wonders, a little boy of S. seH- been for ^ ty, I mean. If it hadn’t Sandy, and for the way he pre- jnst one month. A girl of thirteen after the same disease, gained S lbs. the first week and 2 Ibe. each week after. A young mother who cipitated me into it, it would have ; could not eat or sleep after baby came got all the earmarks of being an an nouncement for you and Jane of something or other. I feel like a guilty secret.” “You may be guilty.” said Tony, “but you’re no secret—not any all her health back and gained 10 lbs. In 1 than a month. _ . You simply most try McCoy^f at once. Remember If you doa't gain at leaat 2 Ih*. o* firm healthy fleah in a month get yoor asonay back. Dwand and get McCgy's-the more! To tell you the truth, El- and ffcnulne Cod Liw Oil —. —HipproTcd br Good ■ HonaoBMpCatf Rexiae all aubatitatap-’' Invbrt OB tba original lfeCof*i^ Unarm art pone better.
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