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Die. BSj If 7^ liTHRRinE nliin m o 3LFTH INSTALIiMBNT r*.r P [y Jewels,” Marcella faltered to Jocelyn’s ear. "They’re 'go^-where they should be. Tou’ye jUleen theim?” I ‘T don’t know anything about ♦heasB, Mother.” But she was jemembertn* her father’s silent rlsit—the visit she had called frultlees—and the footmarks that cime and went a- crosB her floor. Marcella kept o n urgently pleading: “You stood there star at -me. You looked like a ale^walker but I’m sure you saw "Jewels. I was so startled that " ; the key there in the lock,^ id. the cloth on the wall. Of __ after I had gone to bel the place was still, you went I am sure you took them. >t to return them.” didn’t take them." |;*^lease, Jocelyn, my darling. I (i’t be angry. It’s natural to & jewels. ’They are so wondei^ ' beautiful, they seem to be ►. I will forgive yon. Don’t be Id of ma Jewels are brave they are full of fira Only tne ... for God’s sake!” [other. I didn’t take them. _ At’c^lltt released her. dropped at the foot of the bed and "ked herself to and fro. holding fdark disheveled head in both ‘ handa. ^iBome one has '"vkon them. I think." She sprang uip. a’ll look. We’ll find them, la’ll look everywhere. Don’t say ■’word. No one must know but ydi and me. You see how I trust fC- • FOR • Colds • Croup - Pneumonia t BRAME’S Vapomentha SALVE “IT PMfitftATES- Jar you? Get up Quietly and liolp me look. We’ll find tUwn. We must find them." ’Dhey both looked Into Impoe- slble places. They both stood and tried to imagine traps and cor ners and dark spots where they might look with hope. At breakfast time quite sud denly Marcella regained compoe- nre. Her face looked In Its pas sion. Austere, pale. In her accus tomed dress with- the rilver cross again upon her bosom, she re arranged the apartment and bade Jocelyn’ go Into the dining-room. “I can’t eat. Mother. T feel sick.” “You must eat. We must not let Mary guess that anything Is wrong. No one must know. That is more Important than yon can possibly imagine. You see. I aan admitting you Into my confidence. If I can’t trust you, iny own daughter . . .’’ Jocelyn’s eyes fell. She crept in and took her usual place at the daintily appointed breakfast ta ble. Mary, dull and methodical like some clumsy but well-oiled machine, wainted upon her. Jocelyn loved Nick. Even now she loved him: this knowing cllmber-ln at bedroom windows, thi.s beaten man whose friends had hard face.« and quick eyes. . . Here pain took her heart in both Its hand.s and squeezed it. S'he had herself admitted these men into her :nother’s house with her own. hands. “If I cannot trust my own daughter , . .” Thoughts came to Jocelyn like this, in sharp stitches through lier mind. She could not swallow her breakfast. Flinging herself away from the breakfa-st table, she hurried to her bathroom and washed and washed her hands. .she knew the truth now. ’This was wlat her; daring, her brave adventning had brought her. The tritih. The face of her fear, uglier than fear itself. Now she knew what name her father and Jock iylewaxd carried on the shfovl Implacable tongue of the law. he knew the secret of their sadden pover ty. Of their hidden and sordid homes that changed and changed. Marcella came to her door and stood, cold and grave, on its threshold. She was entirely her old self now. “I will take steps to discover the thief, Jocelyn, very quiet and private steps. Ttere are reasons which yo« can’t know . . .’’ ah, she did know, too many reasons . . . "why I must move very care fully. I will engage the services of a private detective. Meanwhile I entreat you, I command you— to say not a word, not so much as a breath about the jewels and my loss of them.” “I promise you. Mother. On my honor.’’ "Was that what honor meant—was she learning H now too late—an undivided loyalty? “Not a word to any one, not even to Felix Kent.” Felix Kent; the name flonrish^- ed in her ears with the sound of salvation. He rode life proudly with quirt and spur, knight er rant. A warm current of reassur ance flooded her chilled heart. She would marry Felix Kent. At once. Felix Kent had already left his Park Avenue apartment. She rang his office. Mis» Deal’s voice came with a brisk authoritative click ing: “Mr. Kent’s office, yes. . . Yes, indeed. Miss Harlowe. . . . No, he's not here. ... He will be back. . . . Yes, Mias HarVowe, he said positively that he would be back about noon. . . . Why, yes. Miss Harlowe, of course you may come here and wait for him.” The diamond air of the city sparkled w.hen she came out into it. The atmosphere of Kent’s of fice when she reached it. braced her mood. Miss Deal was briskly cordial: “You haven’t been to see us at all, have you. Miss Harlowe? After that first visit we rather hoped, you know, that you might make a habit of dropping in upon us. You were just like a child at a party, your eyes so bright! Mr. Kent and I found it sc’—refresh ing. Your entbiuslasm, t mean to say.” Jocelyn had flush under this eulogy. “I think yon must have had a good laugh at my visit. But laugh aJl you like, I Intend when New Year's Greetings FROM us TO YOU our safe.” Jocelyn had been star ing at the shining gray box in the corner. “Has Mr. Kent given you the combination yet?” I haven’t asked him to.” Jocelyn’s eyes moved from the safe and sought Miss Deal’s ruddy and inexpressive face. This wom an must know many of Felix’s secrets. ■pv* Completing a Bve-year job, hard-rock men holed throngh in the San Jacinto tnnnel recently. Within a few months 1,000,000,000 gallons of the Colorado river will msh through this 13-mile bore daOy in its Jiaste to quench the thirst of Los Angeles and 12 other southern cities. It was one of the biggest tunneling jobs ever sttempted. I am married to understand all this business abracadabra o f yours.’’ “I see you’re still curious about himself -with paper for a moment. Presently h e dismissed Miss Deal, looked at Jocelyn and smiled. “Now then, let’s go,’’ he said. “Where will you luncb with me?” “Some quiet place, Felix.” On their way, in the -back seat of the limousine, Jocelyn spoke j quickly: “I want to marry you sooner, Felix. How soon can we arrange it?” j He sat straight, visibly excited. ’ "Dearest—my darling—this goes 11 .r through ime like lightning Aftw all,” she heard her own , -r„,ioirii» How soft voice murmuring carelessly, I don’t believe its contents are as impressive as its outside. There’s a good deal of hocus po- cus. of bluff, isn’t there, about these captains of finance, the big business men?’’ “Not about our big business man. Mr. Kent’s the genuine ar ticle. I gue.«iK there are men living in all parts of the world that would give the eyes out of their heads to see the contents of that safe. Miss Harlowe. ... Ah!’’ Her face glittered, teeth and glasses. “There he Is n^w. I hear him speaking to young Arthur.” Kent was speaking to young Arthur in h. teW ’hard tone and Arthur’s own young voice lifted in reply piped such a tune of ab ject cringing contrition that Joce- ynt blood came to her face in sympathy. ‘What do you suppose Arthur has done?” she whispered. “He forgot the scrapbasket.” Jocelyn threw back her head and laughed. Felix .became aware of her •presence in the inner office, cut short his tongue-lashing and hur ried to greet her. “Jocelyn, darling, you hero?” soon? Today!” “No. No. But sensibly. Will I Mother agree?” I “Will she agree? Dearest, why have you changed? I love yon!” | “It isn’t that I’ve changed. It’s just that I’ve suddenly grown up.! I’ve graduated from the convent.” “God bless you! You’re the loveliest graduate I ever saw. I’m going to kiss you . . . now.” “Not here, Felix, please. People on the street—” “Very well. I’ll wait. But after lunch I’ll carry you off some where and show you . . “No, Felix, please. Let this be enough, won’t you?** (Continued next week) To some people, work is recrea tion: to others, it is punishment. To An Onr(Frieiid$ WE WISH THE BEST OF NEW YEARS, A YEAR OVERFLOWING WITH EVERY THING GOOD . .. HeaUi, Luck and Happiness WE APPRECIATE YOUR PAST PATRON AGE, AND WE HOPE THAT YOU MAY ALLOW US TO SHARE IN THE PLEAS ANT TASK OF CONTINUING TO SERVE YOU IN THE COMING YEARS. Wilkes Ming Co. W. H. H. Waugh, Owner Telephone 39 North Wni-eshwo, N. C. NEW YEAR RREETINGS WE THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATRONAGE DURING 1938 AND PAST YEARS—AND MAY WE MERIT ITS CONTIN UANCE BY CONSTANTLY IMPROVING OUR SERVICE iAND ANTICIPATING YOUR NEEDS. WE VALUE YOUR FRIENDSHIP AND PATRONAGE HIGHLY, AND TAKE “Yes. I tried to get you on the telephone at your apartment and then here. Miss Deal said you’d ■be in. I want to lunch with you.” “Splendid.” “Just a moment, darling. I’ve two letters to dictate; and a couple of papers to sign.” “Contracts, Felix?” He did not answer. A little hard line shot up between his eyes. So, like all the people she loved, he did not like to be ques tioned, this king of finance, this great business man. .Tocelyn with drew to a chair near the back "window and -waited until he should be through. She looked Idly from her window. A fire es cape . . . her blood went chilly again along her arms. Three stories below lay a neat court which opened through an archway in the next building up on a street, no thoroughfare, where vans and trucks were park ed. It waa an easier fire escape to climb than the one Nick had used to enter her own small bed room window “Hoping that you will see mat- ti'srs in this light and avoid any such regretable developmont as will inevitably suggest itself to you upon perusal of this letter, Should yon persist In your own interpretation of this incident, I remain, etc. . . • That ends it, doesn’t it. Miss Becky?” “Well, air, there’s that Brent matter.” “Oh, yns. Wait a moment’’ Felix rose and walked over to the safe. Jocelyn turned from the win dow and watched hian with a quickened action of her heart. He touched and twirled the knob quickly and defUy. She tried with all her eyes to watch and to mem orize the rapid movements. Im possible of course. Felix heard her little sharp in take ha the thick door swung Ubi looked np■ her, smilltag. “Did that miracle startle yon. dkrHng?” he asked. Inside in metal boxes, each in Its comipartment and all matk^ ^ and labelled, lay his secreai^"“ fates of minee and men. ;8he FROM YOUR ELECTRICAL SERVANT Mr. Reddy Kilowatt IT IS THE MAST SINCERE WISH OF EVERYONE CONNECTED WITH OUR COMPANY THAT THE NEW YEAR 1939 BE bright for you with plenty of . . . Good Luck, Good Health and Prosperity WE APPRECIATE THE GOODWILL AND SUPPORT OF OUR MANY PATRONS DUR ING THE YEAR JUST CLOSING, AND WE PLEDGE OURSELVES TO llw EOTEAVORS AND NEW AMBITIONS TO RENDER YOU AN EVEN MORE SATISFACTORY SERVICE DURING THE NEW YEAR . . . 1089. No’di WAketbord BrsMi M i>... wsoc * f • ■ :40 A. M. DaOjr WBT>7ll:4S^ POWER C0WP4Nyj.»
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