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BEAD THIS FIRST:
Judy Rogers, New York heiress, is
looking for a job because her father
has been wiped out in a financial crash.
When her father goes west with her
step-mother,, her . own mother being
abroad and remarried, Judy moves to
a small hotel. Heart-broken because
Craig Denby, the man she loved, mar
ried another girl, she finds solace in
the company of Ronald Birrell, bril
liant young attorney from Tennessee,
who recentlv joined the firm of, her
father’s lawyers. Afraid of marriage,
Judy realizes that is why she lost
Craig. When she learns from her best
friend, Marjorie, that Craig and Mary,
his bride of a few weeks, have sep
arated, Judy calls on Mary and phones
Craig in an effort to bring them back
together. A second call on Mary is nec
essary to bring about a reconciliation.
Judy cannot find work and one evening
she returns to the hotel to find herself
locked out because her rent is overdue.
On the day ehe lands a job at Dance
land as a hostess, Ronald tells her of
an opening as social secretary to the
wealthy and ambitious Abbey Boland,
engaged to marry a count. Judy de
clines it When a reporter spots Judy
At Danceland, she decides to take the
position at Abbey Boland’s home. There
was much publicity and mystery over
the fact she had exchanged dresses with
another hostess who had admired the
gown she was wearing. Judy embarks
upon her secretarial job at the Boland
estate.
(NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY)
CHAPTER 19
JUDY SAID “come in,” when the
knock sounded ori* her door. She
expected a white-aproned maid to
ask if she might help her unpack.
Instead Abbey Boland herself
stepped into the room.
Abbey was beautiful. Judy grant
ed her that instantly. Her hair
was honey-gold. Her eyes were
dark purple under long, curly,
black lashes. She was taller than
average, and quite slender. Her
dress was a twilight lavender, and
slippers of darker hue were on her
feet. Her slim silver bracelets
were set with amethysts.
The dream lasted until she spoke.
Her voice was too high, too rapid,
as though it hurried to overtake a
phrase which always ran ahead.
“You’re Miss Rogers, of course,”
Abbey stated instead of asking.
“Are your comfortable ?”
“Oh, yes,, Very. It’s a delightful
room. I like the view of the Sound
and the open wood fire is too tempt
ing to make me stir.”
Abbey dropped down in a chair,
and when she did she looked very
young, almost scared.
“There’s a lot of work to be done.
We are having almost a continuous
house party until after the wed
ding, so there are sleighing parties
when the snow comes, skating and
skiing. Oh, yes, the swimming pool
is an indoor affair, with cabanas
and sun lamps on the terrace. We
loaf there a gteat deal. We have
tea about five before the fire in the
library, or down in the game room
• . . You’ll learn your way around.
Til go over lists and plans with you
tomororw. Is ten o’clock too
early?” #
“Ten o’clock is fine. I’d like to
get organized/’ *, - i <
“We are having a dinner tomor
row night, and I want favors for
the guests. I’ve a whole box of
possible things you can sort. If
you knew the people you could de
ride better.”
“Maybe I do know them,” Judy
said gently.
“Oh, of course. I almost forgot
that you are THE Judy Rogers.
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'have been go considered years ago,
;when I lived in the wheat, corn and
jhOf belt. A poor growing season in
era rated as a public calamity.
;To be sure, farmers complained that
Trices were low when they had bum-
Mr yields, whereas they didn’t have
'.Anything to sell when figures were
due to drought, hail or grass-
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Maybe you’ll want to come to din
ner instead of eating alone.”
Judy's head came up swiftly, as
though it had worn a crown and
would wear one some day soon
again. “No, thank you. I’m here
to do a job, that’s all.”
She wondered if she fancied the
relief on Abbey Boland’s thin face.
She detected a snobbish trait in
the wealthy girl, one which refused
to admit that a paid worker in the
household had social position.
Something intangible passed be
tween the two girls. Judy felt it.
It might have been a challenge.
Maybe it was a warning. She
didn’t kn6w.
“If you need anything just ring
for Myra. She’s the maid in this
section of the house,” Abbey said,
and excused herself.
From below Judy heard laugh
ter, light voices, music. She hung
her dresses, unpacked her books,
took a bath and brushed her hair.
She climbed into the wide bed but
could not sleep. Presently she got
up, put on a skirt and warm sweat
er, and a brown tarn on her curly
hair, and slipped down the back
stairway. She let herself out and
walked V'* cold blue air, throw
ing her head to the stars, looking
far, far across the Sound. In the
house she felt'like a prisoner. Un
der the dark canopy of the silver
bright stars she was free. This
beauty she knew.
She came back in an hour tired,
sleepy, at peace. The side door was
ldcked. She rang a bell but no one
answered. There were lots of doors,
she decided. One of them would
be open. She crossed to the south
side of the house, but there was no
response at the two doors there.
She found another one, and rang
in vain. Apparently the servants
were busy elsewhere, or callers
were using the wide front dodr.
She had avoided that entrance
purposely, fearing she might run
into the dinner party. Well, there
was no help. She would avert her
face if she met anyone and slip un
obtrusively up the stairs.
She knew she had made a mis
take the moment she entered. The
dinner party, about to go to the
nearby club for further festivities,
was assembled in the wide hall,
Someone gave the signal.
“Judy!”
"Judy Rogers, where have you
been?”
“Hi, Judy, welcome back! The
town’s been dead without you.”
They surrounded her. They
pulled her this way and that. They
let her know how they welcomed
her.
The young people whom she did.
not know gazed at her with eager
interest. She sensed that she had
stolen the limelight. It was funny.
She, Judy Rogers, working for a
living, was standing in the middle
of this dressed-up group, wearing
an Qld brown sweater and tarn, and
wondering how Abbey was taking
it.
Abbey had made no sound. She
stood aloof, lips narrowed, eye
brows drawn, watching.
A young man pulled her forward.
“Say, Abbey, what do you mean
keeping Judy shut up! Don’t let
her pull that “I-want-to-be-alone”
stuff on you. She’s the friendliest
hoppers. Still, I never heard it argued
that big crops were a curse or that
semi-famine was a blessing.
A Novel Plan.
The other day an acquaintance of
mina suggested to me a novel plan f° r
agriculture’s benefit.
I mustn’t identify him too closely.
In the first place, he was sarcastic;
he didn’t mean what he said. Second
ly, he was insulting to the New Deal’s
so-called “philosophy of To
quote him inevitably would involve
him in trouble with his superiors.
Anyway, he’s a bug specialist—an
entomologist in the agriculture de
partment.
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girl in the east. Remember the
time ait the Sigma Nu dance,
Judy ...?”’
The inner circle closed around
Judy. Thfe young people who be
longed to society as it appeared in
the blue book and the social register
lined up with Judy. The others, not:
in it themselves, and closer friends
of Abbey’s, made her cohort.
Into the midst of the gaiety, a
tall, dark young man came. Hi®
eyes were lazy, amused, a trifle
cynical. He had a small black
mustache, a disarming smile, dark
hair, a stubborn chin. j
“What is it?” he asked.
“Judy!” Two of the young men
told Mm. “In person! Judy Rog
ers!” They turned to Judy. “It's
Count Phfflippe.”
The count bowed deeply.
“And who, may I ask, is Judy?
Probably I should know but I must
confess —” He shook his head
dubiously.
“I’m secretary to Miss Boland,”
Judy told Mm, watching his sur
prise.
“She’s a daughter of Malcolm
Rogers of the Street,” somebody
added.
“Oh, yes, yes, of course.” His
eyes narrowed artd ais expression
said that he remembered the story.
“Your mother is abroad, is she not ?
I met her last year, and she men
tioned a daughter.”
“Phillippe, we’re late.” Abbey’®
icy tones ended the conversation.
The merrymakers went through
the great door into the waiting
cars. Judy went up the steps alone.
She wished that she had stayed
out of doors half an hour longer.;
This meeting could have been’
avoided. She knew’ instinctively;
Abbey resented it. She knew, also,;
that Abbey was going to desperate;
measures to enhance her social;
prestige in the eyes of the count, j
She must have pulled *some pretty,
fine strings to get two or three of
those people to come to her dinner.!'
It seemed rather absurd and foo?-j
ish, this fine-point technique of the.
social game. Once it had been im-j
portant. No, she told herself, it|
hadn’t. She had yielded to it be-!
cause it was part of her life. Grate-!
fully she realized that she pre
ferred, really preferred, to be on
the outside accomplishing some
thing.
She slipped into cream satin pa
jamas, threw the windows wide,]
and climbed into bed. She was half*
asleep when the telephone at her
bed rang. She picked it up. She!
had noted a minute switchboard ini
the lower hall which the butler op-:
erated. Who could be wanting
her?
“Judy?” The cheerful, confident;
tones belonged to Ronald Birrell. 1
“How are you doing?”
“Oh, fine! I’m unpacked, and
I’ve got a view of the Sound, and
an open' wood fire. Why didn’t you
come to the party tonight?”
“I wasn’t invited,” he answered
ruefully.
“Neither was I.” She couldn’t
resist that.
“But I am included in the week-;
end festivities. I’m coming out to-;
morrow, night.”
She was glad, Judy realized.
(To Be Continued >
This chap’s proposition is that we
ought to encourage pestiferous in
sects —to make the most of the ones
we have already, and to import new
kinds, even as the Japanese beetle is
a comparatively recent immigrant.
It’s a fantastic motion, certainly.
All the same, about half a decade
past, the idea was boosted in Dixie
that a monument ought to be erected
somewhere in the southland to the
boll weevil, as a restraint upon cot
ton overproduction.
Need I remark that that was a josh
also?
Still,, as my entomological friend
observes, bugs are a lot more effec
tive than any amount of un-plantings
and plowing-under, and it’s hard to
slaughter little pigs as fast as hog
cholera kills them automatically. ,
Moreover, bugs and germs are im
partial.
This Isn’t true of un-plantings and
Swiss Planes in Maneuvers v
Wher* the tiny intensive menenw
plowings-under.
A land-owner can tfn-planft his own
fend or ploW It fender and he Indem
nified f6r doing SO. A tenant farmer,
however, hhs no land of fils oWn, not
to plant on or to plow under.- He can’t
very well rent land not to plant on,
Or to plant On and then plow under.
It sounds mixey, but it’s equally
sound economically.
Had Shot At it
Brides, I thfhk a lot of our farmers
are slightly cuckoo.
I’m not much of a farmer but I ran
a farm once—in South America.
I had a cow, which gave all the milk
I needed. I had pigs, and ate ofte oc
casionally. T had chickens which laid
eggs for me, and, beheaded nOw and
then, were good eating. I raised My
§wn vegetables. In short, I set my
own table. If necessary I burned corn
for fuel. I wore no clothes to speak of.
I didn’t need much cash money ex
cept for my primitive wants —like to
bacco and alcohol. If I’d been enter
prising probably I could have sup
plied those tod.
But a North American farmer
plants nothing but Wheat or corn or
cottoft or tobacco.
He’s dependent on condensed milk,
canned fruit and vegetables, meat
froM a butcher shop and Miscellany
from a grocery. He can’t 6at raw
wheat or cotton.
He isn’t a farmer. He’s a Manufac
turer of basic stdff.
It isn’t an agricultural problem.
High Ffrfertch States
men Go To LcWdon
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and British statesmen has been pre
dicted several days in an effort to
prepare a joint approach to Chancel
lor Adolf Hitler through Prime Min
ister Chamberlain next week at God
esberg, Germany.
The joint consultations Ware pro
jected as the British cabinet Met in
its second session today to work out
the government’s policy in the Pra
gue-Berlin quarrel, which threatened
to send Europe into the trenches.
The invitiation to Daladier and Bon
net was believed by observers to fore
shadow decisive Anglo-French action
in the face of Hitler’s aggressive
stand against the Czechoslovak gov
ernment in its dispute with the Sude
ten German minority.
The cabinet session was the fourth
this' week and closely followed a two
hour morning meeting, at which the
fate of Czechoslovakia and the mo
mentous conversations between Prime
Minister Chamberlain and Chancellor
Hitler were considered.
Their first meeting broke up at 1:30
p. m., with no announcement of
Britain’s attitude.
Viscount Runciman, the British me
diator in Prague, sat through part
of the morning session and then went
to Buckingham Palace to lunch with
Kibg George.
Trucks Will Take
Places Mail Trains
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of prospective customers ran from the
box office far out onto Fayetteville
Street, Way back near the end stod
His Excellency, frock coat anl all,
taking his chance and turn just like
any one else. It’s doubtful that he
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Uncle Sam to Inaugurate “Good
Fleet of Luxury Liners to .South America
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YT7HEN the SS Brazil sails ffom
,VV New York harbor Saturday,
Pet. 8, for Rio de Janeiro, Monte
video, Santos and Buenos Aires,
Uncle Sam will inaugurate the first
deluxe steamship service to South
American east coast ports in an
effort to take care of rapidly expand
ing tourist and freight trade between
the Americas.
Three modern luxury liners, each
more than 600 feet in length-and
each having a displacement of
32,000 tons, will comprise the new
Good Neighbor Fleet, which will be
operated by the United States Mari
time Commission under the name of
the American Republics Line.
The steamships assigned to the
new South American service are the
SS Brazil, the SS Argentina and the
SS Uruguay, formerly the SS Vir
ginia, the SS Pennsylvania and the
SS Califamia, operating in inter
coastal service between New York
and San Francisco. Approximately
$1,000,000 has been spent recently to
ever got in.
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Miss Lucy Cobb, Raleigh authoress,
-fras spied on the street Friday, happy
as any child with its very first toy.
fehe was proudly displaying an ad
vance copy of her first published book
—“Animal Tales from the Old North
State.”
She smilingly said she has been
urged to enter it in the Mayflower
Cup competition, but expressed doubt
that a book for children would stand
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insure comfort add convenience to
passengers traveling to our southern
neighbors aboard these ships.
All three ships have up-to-date
modern, deluxe appointments, and
are equal in comfort, luxury and sea
worthiness to any of the trans-Atlan
tic liners.
Each of the Good Neighbor Fleet
boats accommodates 400 first and
tourist class passengers, and each
has an average speed of 18 knots
per hour. They are twin-screw and
the largest turbo-electric liners ever
built in the United States. They are
provided with swimming pools and
luxurious public rooms, staterooms
and suites. Passenger accommoda
tions are specially adapted to tropi
cal weather conditions and each ves
sel has general cargo space of 490,-
000 cubic feet and refrigerated cargo
space of 108,000 cubic feet.
For years existing steamship ser
vice between the east coasts of
North and South America has been
considered inadequate. Because of
the development of closer interna-
much chance in such distinguished
company.
State Treasurer Charles M. John
son will address the National Associa
tion of State Auditors, Comptrollers
and Treasurers at their annual meet
ing at Biloxi, Mississippi, November
17, he says.
His subject will be “Methods Use' 1
in North Caraolina in Helping Local
Governments To Get Out of Debt and
tional relations between the United
States and the countries of South
America, with a resulting expansion
of trade and cultural ties, the United
States Maritime Commission decid
ed last spring that service between
these countries required immediate
improvement.
Whereupon, the Maritime Com
mission acquired the three liners
from the Panama Pacific Line and
immediately began the task of re
conditioning them. The SS Brazil
was reconditioned at a Newport
News, Va. shipyard, and the SS Ar
gentina and the SS Uruguay were
overhauled at the Bethlehem Ship
building Corporation, Brooklyn,
New York. The New York shipping
firm of Moore & McCormack Co.,
Inc., will act as managing agents of
the American Republics Line until
Jan. 1 for the' account of the Mari
time Commission. After that date,
the American Republics Line will
be operated by Moore & McCor
mack under charter from the gov
ernment.
Stay Out of Debt.
The State Department of Agricul
ture plans to ask the 1939 General
Assembly to appropriate SBO,OOO to
mafch dollar for dollar Federal funds
to be used in combatting Bang’s dis
ease among Tar Heel cattle, Cofnmis
sioner W. Kerr Scott has revealed.
The commisisoner looks upon
Bang’s disease as one of the uutiii
threats to North Carolina’s dairying
industry. 4