PAGE TWO N. C. Electric Bureau Never Over-Spends *r i> * ** i. Daily Dispatch Bureau, f In the Sir Walter Htffel. •a Raleigh, July 5. The biennial re port of the North Carolina Rural Electrification Authority, submitted to Governor Clyde Hoey by Director Dudley Bagley, throws a number of interesting sidelights on the deve lopment and progress of rural elec trification in the four years since the State Authority began to func tion . •* Perhaps the most extraordinary thing shown by the report is the fact that the Authority has never spent its entire appropriation, a condition almost without precedent in the State’s history, as it is usually the custom for every agency to spend right up to its last penny, if indeed it does not over-spend. i.But here’s the REA record: Appropriated Spent 1935- SIO,OOO $ 8,112.91 1936- 10,000 9,312.78 1937- ... 13,240 10,694.25 , 1938-9 13,240 12,086.91 During the fiscal year just ended the chairman, secretary and engi neer traveled 21,765 miles, and spent 132 days in the field in the promo tion of rural electrification. • For the four-year period ended July 1, 1939, a grand total of 93,678 pjiles has been traveled and 440 days have been spent in the field by the three officials. ‘ * Four years ago there were six tW/nqs^nl/outft, (©) ’ „ i|M /Bu HELEN WELSH/MER < CENTRAL PRESS ASSOCIATION H S CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT THE RAIN had "one, and a cello phane moon wasn’t adding much light to the 'darkened churchyard where Sarah Anne stood with Bob Kennedy. It didn’t seem strange to hear that Bernice was married. The events of the evening had been too upsetting to make any one thing important, so far as Sarah Anne was concerned. “Bernice?” Sarah Anne repeat ed. It might be the calm, dark beauty of the night that had caused Bob Kennedy to become impulsive for a moment. That name checked whatever had been on his lips. “Bernice was married at five o’clock this afternoon. You should have been around to throw rice.” "Married. And not to you?” "Married to the accompanying count. He’s not a bad sort. I rather liked him, and he’s going to hunt a roller coaster now when he wants a quiet moment. His life will be a tornado. But he may like it.” "Are you much cut up?” Sarah Anne asked .simply. She might have been a disinterested party. The events of the night had set her aside, for the moment, from the actual impacts of life. "Just astonished. It was such a bang-up exodus for the lady.” Then his eyes grew more matter of fact, and his voice matched it. “Look here, Sarah Anne, you’ll have pneu monia if you don’t get out of those things. Come on—” "You haven’t asked any ques tions. Don’t you want to know where I was ?” She felt a little dis appointed because he didn’t look surprised at her bedraggled appear ance. He shook his head but his jaw set. “None of my business, you might tell me. And it isn’t, is it? I’d say, off-hand, you swam home from somewhere. But while I’m on the subject, I don’t like Lynn Rhodes. Sorry, if he’s something special in your calendar, but he doesn’t register very high with me.” “Why not?” She was frankly curious. “Scatters pale lilies and daffo dils—l mean he gives his pretty speeches with such patnesp. put forget it! Maybe he’s, the debu tantes’delight.” Now she spoke. was very beneficial to Uncle Samuel. Well, as previously remarked, this presidential power was about to de termine itself by limitation o.n June 30. “F. D.” wanted it extended. The House of Representatives acquiesced. The Senate balked. Thereupon the two chambers appointed a joint com mittee to see if a compromise couldn’t be agreed on. As I’m writ ing, this committee is still deliberat ing, so I don’t know how the dis cussion will have come out by the time these lines can be printed. That isn’t the point, however. The extra ordinary jumble involved in the Sen ate’s original vote is what was so amazing. No Sense to It. In the first place it’s to be remem bered that, on paper, both houses are overwhelmingly pro—administration. Why, then, didn’t they both vote as the administration wanted them to vote? The Senate kicked over the trees, however. Since the senators considered that they had their rea sons for doing so, despite the Presi dent’s expressed wish, why didn’t the representatives feel that they had the same reasons for disregarding his Wings mffoutft WRITTEN FOR AND RELEASED BY iJ HIILIIN WELSMMEft . CENTRAL PRESS ASSOCIATION JB / CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE WHEN SHE left the parsonage Corrinne had one idea only in her mind. She must get away. That she would have to come back she did not stop to remember. Nor could she hunt for someone in whom to confide. There was no one to whom she could talk t „but Sarah Anne, and at the moment she did not want to face her sister. “Sarah Anne suspects that I’m the dupe who married Lynn-Robin whatever-his-name-is,” she told herself bitterly, jogging over the street. “But she’s too courteous to ask outright. I’m married to him— MARRIED!” She repeated the word through drawn lips, as though even yet the dreadful portent had not touched her conscious mind. "I’m Mrs. Lots of-Names. But what did he do? Maybe the police are wrong. How do I know?” From force of long habit she drew up at the curb at the main drug store, and started into the shadowy recesses at its side to or der a soft drink. Here she had sat so many times, puzzling things out. When she had turned back the lead in a class play, because the girl who wanted it more was the daugh ter of a pillar of the church, she had come here to think. When she had been troubled about a decision between two colleges, she had had three orangeades and made up her mind at the comer table. And sometimes she and a high school boy, a dime between them, had or dered two straws and one glass, ;and made a joke of their financial plight. But today she felt far removed from that youthful hilarity. She was a married woman whose fam ily did not know a thing about it. Someone called to her. It was Robert Ransom. For the moment she had forgotten about him. He belonged to that safe past. Os the fact that his interest elsewhere had sent her to Lynn Rhodes for companionship, she thought only vaguely. Robert looked embarrassed. “Hello, Corrinne,” he said. Then he looked at her curiously. “Have you been ill?” She was white and frightened, she knew. But she would play the game to the end, and then lose everything at one stroke. Tm fine, Bobbie dear. You’re gazing at me with clinical eyes.” “That sounds more like you, but you don’t look like you. Let’s go where there’s more privacy. How about the hotel next door? It has ;a taproom and no one’s around at itbis hour.” Corrinne' began to laugh. Bob looked so sure of himself with his [browned face, his white flannels, Ibis even blue eyes. What would he ;aay If he knew that the girl with Shim was married to a man—mar iried with book and judge and ring i—to a man who was arrested? The [ring was in her purse. It was white [gold, engraved with orange blos soms like every other bride’s ring. [She wished she could get rid of it. l She had no thought of loyalty to [Lynn in that first sharp reaction. He had not taken her ifito hiC con wish likewise? To be sure, the Senate’s action was explicable. By congressional mandate the treasury has been buying silver at a considerably higher price than it can be sold for in any ordinary mar ket. Senators from the silver-produc ing , states wanted the treasury price hiked higher yet. Said senators most- i ly were friendly to continuing the presidential devaluation authority. Another group of senators oppos ed both devaluation’s extension and higher treasury offers for silver. But there weren’t enough silver senators to put across their higher price program. And there weren’t enough anti-devaluation senators to head off devaluation’s extension. So the silver senators said to the anti-devaluation senators, “If you fellows will vote for ’higher silver prices we’ll vote against devalua tion’s extension.” The antidevalua tion senators answered, “It’s an aw ful sacrifice from our standpoint, but it seems to be worth it. It’s a dicker.” In short, it was a pro-silver-anti devaluation partnership. Yes, that’s understandable. But why wasn’t there a similar partnership in the house of representatives? Echo fails to tell us. How They Voted. And look at how those senators voted! Glass? Though a Democrat he’s an anti-New Dealer. It isn’t surprising that he voted against devaluation, but he voted pro-silverly! which must have been unspeakably re pulsive to him. Pittman? He’s a cork ing good New Dealer, but he’s from a silver state, so he voted against the New Deal’s devaluation policy. Altogether 29 Democrats voted a gainst presidential devaluation and pro-silverly (though at least half of them are anti-silverites) versus 28 who stuck with the administration on devaluation —a pretty punk show ing for an administration which is supposed to have a 69-to-27 major ity in the Senate. The Republicans were solidly anti administration, except Senator Borah He comes from a silver state, too. A New Dealer at heart, though a Re publican, evidently he let conscience be his guide in this instance-. He didn’t join the coalition. The ultra-liberal mavericks were split also. Shipstead (Farmer-Labor) was against the administration. La Follette (Progressive) and Norris (Independent) were with it. Who ever heard of such a parti san jumble! NEW MINISTER DELIVERS SERMON AT SANFORD Sanford, July s.—Rev. A. C. Todd, who recently accepted a call to be come the pastor of the Sanford Con gregational Christian church, deliver ed the sermon at the evening service fidence. And besides —she never had loved him. He had been fun, and an escape from loving Bob. “Corrinne, it may be funny, but I can’t laugh if you don’t tell me the reason,” the boy with her was saying. She sobered instantly. “Bob, how much faith should one human being have in another?” "If you mean me,” he answered, “don’t fret. I know Rhodes was nothing to you. . . . You had a lit tle gaiety with him, that was all.” “What do you know about Uynn Rhodes?” she asked, instantly on her guard, both hands wrapped around the slender lemonade glass. “Why, nothing. See here, Cor rinne, what’s eating you? So Bob chose to forgive her for dating Lynn, rather than to admit he had strayed away with that house guest. The house guest was still around, too. Once she wouldn’t have mentioned the girl to him, but now she said: "Aren’t you busy elsewhere household entertain ment and all?” He bridled. “Listen, my imagina tive shrew. When I need to be given a name to be nice to, I’ll be wobbling on my last legs! More over, I’ve a date with the dame to night, but —what are you doing for lunch?” Corrinne sensed that whatever charm the other girl had exercised had worn off, although Bob never would admit it. But it didn’t mat ter now. She had felt ill ever since Sarah Anne had mentioned the way in which Lynn became drunk. She had seen it happen to him once at a luncheon table, too—their wed ding luncheon, and she had known then that she had let a few sen tences pronounced by a justice of the peace blight her life. Now she leaned toward Bob. “Do you know you’re out with an old married woman?” He gulped. “Wh-what?” “Un-humm. Me—l mean, I. Tm Mrs. Something-or-other—l don’t know just what.” “You’re hysterical.” Under the brown his face was pale and taut. “No, just foolish. Shall we leave?” He caught her wrist. “Listen to me, nut! You’re fooling, aren’t you?” Even in that frenzied moment Corrinne wondered why life could not time her scenes better. So much depended on the hour when a thing happened. Had Bob stopped her like this, four days ago, she never would have gone off with Lynn, to that register’s office. But he hadn’t stopped her. Bob’s face was frightened. But he said: “Good gosh, you aren’t trying to scare me with a threat of the flower man?” Under her brittle pretense of careless levity she flinched. “Why call him that?” ( “Scatters verbena in his lan guage. I don’t like the guy. But you play with him and have fun. It’s all right.” I don’t like him, either, she said silently. I like you. You’re young and healthy and vital and fine. You don’t get tight, and you don’t laugh too loud, am’ you don’t hide out. . . . If I hadn’t been so blind I in the First Baptist church at the joint services in which the congrega tions of the Steele Street Methodist church and Sanford Presbyterian churches participated. These are be ing held on Sunday v evenings during the summer by the congregations of the three churches. Rev. A. V. Gibson, of the Presby terian church, who was in charge of the services, extended a welcome to Rev. Mr. Todd in behalf of the chur ches and citizens of the community. He responded expressing the appre ciation of himself and Mrs. Todd for the cordial reception given them and pledged his co-operation with the ministers of the community in their work. The music for the services was in charge of Mrs. Fred Ray, Jr., or ganist.. RETIRED MERCHANT STRICKEN AT DUNN Dunn, July s.—Josephus Jernigan, 79, retired merchant and farmer, died here late yesterday afternoon at the home of a son, Fletcher Jer nigan, prominent Dunn and Erwin business man. Jernigan had been in ill health for the past few years. Recently he had suffered three separate strokes of paralysis. His condition became suddenly worse yesterday. A native of Sampson county, Jer nigan spent most of his early life near Dunn, but later moved to Dur ham, where he operated a business firm. He moved back to Dunn about 12 years ago and had resided here since retirement. WAYNE COUNTY NEGRO IS SHOT TO DEATH Goldsboro, July s.—Harvey Hardy 27, negro of Saulston township, was shot and killed at 5:30 Sunday after noon at a store in Saulston township. He was shot in the back, the load entering under the right shoulder blade and coming out under the arm. Jack Bynum, Negro, was arrested later by Deputy H. B. Gardner and placed in the Wayne jail without bond to face trial for murder at the August term of Wayne Superior court. FARM AGENT RE-EMPLOYED Warrenton, July 5.—R. H. Bright, of Warrenton, present farm agent for Warren county, was unanimously re elected farm agent for another year by the board of county commission ers Monday at the regular monthly meeting. No opposition to Mr. Bright materialized at the meeting. A rec orded vote was taken and all five of the commissioners voted for him. The smart man never gets angry because his wife bawls him out for not having shaved. Because, when she doesn’t care about that—well she just doesn’t care. would have known that things were wrong. To the boy she said: “No joking, Bob. I married the goof. Don’t ask me why, for I’ll never tell you.” They had reached the door and Bob drew her back, and s£t £own of Q fohlp “Coffee,* black. Lot’s of it,” he told a waiter. Then to the girl: “Are you giving a true report ? Not going theatrical?” But he knew that she wasn’t. There was a haunted, frightened look in her eyes. It had caught him that first moment in the drug store. “Listen, I have to help!” she heard his young, frenzied voice saying. “Now, young lady, give!” Corrinne shook her head, and the hand she placed across the boy’s was steady now, but cold. She smiled, and it was a woman’s smile, old, wise. “No, darling. It’s too late for white chargers and rescue acts. I made something of a fool of myself but I’ll stick to the bargain.” She was frightened to death, and sick at heart, but a vow was a vow. Hadn’t her father taught her that all her life? What might have been said then, Corrinne never was to know, for the hotel manager came in, carry ing a Chicago paper. “I was fringing danger the other week and didn’t know it,” he said. “Had a narcotic trafficker and his wife anyway a woman regis tered here one night. Look, that’s the fellow’s face in the paper to day.” Corrinne looked. It was Lynn’s face, with his crooked, debonair smile and his amused, nonchalant eyes. “Your lodger!” Bob gasped. “So that's where I’d seen the man,” the manager began to pon der. “He seemed familiar that night, but he had a heavy coat col lar pulled up around his neek and a green felt hat down over his eyes. I thought it was a strange get-up for such a night, but then, I sup-: posed he was an actor or a politi cian, trying to escape the public.” Another woman . . . “Was she* pretty?” Corrinne asked. “No, sort of old and taking him to account about something. I mean, not eighteen, more than like ly thirty-eight.” Bob was whistling in surprise as he continued the story. And now Corrinne read, too. Lynn was the head of the biggest dope ring in the country. He had posed as a magazine writer of business arti cles, thus gaining admittance to factories where his henchmen con tacted him, - 1 < ; So that accounted for the long hours away when he had left heir or Sarah Anne watching a movie while he went about his work. She saw a picture of his old car, and: read that he had disposed of it as soon at the police learned its num-< ber. An accomplice, Punk Edwards,; had pretended to steal it to get it safely away. An accomplice? j j Hie pieces of the story were fit-; ting together neatly. But why had; he married her? And who was that; other woman? (To Be ConttMail NOTICE OF SALE. Under and by virtue of an order of the Vance County Recorder’s Court, of Vance County, North Carol lina, the- undersigned will sell f or cash at public auction at the Court house door in Henderson, N. C. at 12:00 O’clock Noon Monday, July 24 1939; One V 8 Ford Pickup Truck Motor No, 18-2168570 License No. 123853, seized from Tom Coghill lor illegal transportation of Whiskey in said Truck, and who was tried and convicted in Vance County’s Record er’s Court, Tuesday, June 27, 1939. Sale is in compliance with section 3411 (f) of the Consolidated Statutes of North Carolina. This 28th. day of June, 1939. L. L. SWANSON, Sheriff. ADMINISTRATOR’S NOTICeT~ Having qualified as Administrator of the estate of Harrison Wortham, deceased, late of Vance County, North Carolina, this is to notify all persons having claims against the estate of said deceased, to exhibit them to the undersigned at Hender son, North Carolina, on or before the 31st day of May, 1940, or this notice will be pleaded in Bar of their re covery. All persons indebted to said estate will please make immediate pay ment. This 34st day of May, 1939. CHARLES W. WILLIAMSON, Administrator of Harrison Wortham, deceased. 31-7-14-21-28-5 NOTICE OF SUMMONS. In The Superior Court Before The Clerk. State of North Carolina: County of Vance: Tobe Young and wife, Mary Clark Young: Wesley Young and wife, Annie Webb Young; Lucy Young Clark, Widow. vs. Ed Young and wife, Lulu Young; David Cook, David B. Cook, Jr., Vernice Cook (minor), Johnnie Belle Cook (minor), Marie Cook (minor), Otelia Cook (minor), Joe Clinton Cook (minor), Calvin C6ok (minor), Leonard Cook (minor), Mingo Brodie and wife, Geneva Brodie; Isabelle Brodie Hunt and husband, Sylvester Hunt; Janie Brodie Howard and husband, John Howard, Walter H. Brodie and wife, Novella Brodie. The defendants, Novella Brodie, Janie Brodie Howard and John How ard, will take notice that an action entitled as above, in the nature of a Special Proceeding, has been com menced in the Superior Court of Vance County, North Carolina, for the sale of real estate for partition; and the said defendants will further take notice that they ore required to appear at the office of the Clerk of the Superior Court of Vance County, in the Courthouse in Hen derson, North Carolina, on the 14th day of July, 1939, and answer or de mur to the complaint in said action, or the plaintiffs will apply to the Court for the relief demanded in said complaint. This the 13th day of June, 1939. E. o: FALKNER, Clerk Superior Court, Vance County. Gholson & Gholson, Attorneys for Petitioners. 13-20-27-4 FORECLOSURE SALE. By virtue of the power contained in that Deed in Trust executed by Mrs. Elizabeth Hale to the under signed Trustee on the 13th day of November, 1931 which Deed in Trust is recorded in the Office of the Regis ter of Deeds of Vance County in Book 162 Page 522; Default having been made in the payment of the note therein secured, and at the request of the holder of said note I will on Monday the 17th day of July, 1939 at 12:00 Noon at the Court House Door in Vance County, North Caro lina offer for sale at public auction for cash the following described property: ✓ Begin at the corner of Wiggins Street, west side of Henderson-War renton Road and run thence N 89 degrees West 150 feet to a stake, cor ner of the heirs of Owai Davis, thence by the Davis line 72 feet to the line of Thomas Perry, thence S 8 3-4 degrees East 73.8 feet to the public road, thence along the public road 106.6 feet to place of beginning. Being Lots 44 and 45 of the Wig gins Murray plat, by which T. T. Hicks sold the same. This the 13th day of June, 1939. JASPER B. HICKS, Trustee. 13.20-27-4 Live where you please Would you like to live with your relatives? That’s what you may have to do while your home is being rebuilt after a fire—unless you carry Rental Value In surance, which pays your rent elsewhere until your house is tenantable again. Citizens Realty and Loan Co. “Service That Satisfies” Phones: 628480 828 South Garnett Street Henderson.