PAGE TWO
N. C. Electric
Bureau Never
Over-Spends
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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
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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. <r Nb, the police
men’s quarry. He won’t be back.”
She explained briefly what had
happened omitting only the men
tion of the marriage that the man
was purported to have made with a
girl who wore a white polo coat and
a big picture hat.
At the door of the parsonage,
Bob swung her around, and his eyes
probed hers. “For whatever it’s
worth, remember I’m back of you.
If you wa»t the man to escape, I
hope he does—though I think he
might to break his neck, person
ally.”
“I don’t want him,” she repeated,
her voice breathless. “But I hope he
escapes. If he doesn’t, we’ll see the
parsonage in the newspapers and it
Won’t sound nice. That’s all.”
"No, we can hush up that. Any
people might have had such a
lodger. I’m glad I’m sticking
around for a little while. You need
a buffer.” His eyes crinkled into a
amile.,-“Sarah Anne, when all of
this is over, and I’m my usual
hard-ribbed self again, let’s start a
friendship from scratch.”
: Start from scratch! Why hadn’t
he said, “Let’s take what we have
and go on from here?” But he
hadn’t, so sh: answered: “It sounds
like the best idea of an exciting
day. Blow a bugle when you’re
ready, and I’ll meet you at the
Starting line.”
She wakened at her usual time in
the morning. The church clock was
Striking half-past seven. She felt
weary and her body ached. The day
was being drawn back to yester
day with a heavy cord. She remem
bered. She was in the shower in a
moment. She reached for a dark
blue suit, not so chic, not so allur
ing as the one Bernice had worn,
but trim and attractive with its
white linen collar. She knew that
today would be devoted to business.
county seats in North Carolina not
served with electricity. Now there
are none, Swan Quarter in Hyde be
ing the last to get “juice.”
The half dozen without lights in
1935 were Camden, Currituck, Gates
ville, Hayesville (Clay), Danbury*
(Stokes) and Swan Quarter.
Much of the success of the Auth
ority is attributed by Mr. Bagley to
the splendid cooperation of the coun
ty agents, home demonstration
agents and vocational teachers.
During the past year, in addition
to regular routine work, Mr. Bagley,
Secretary David S. Weaver and En
gineer J. M. Grainger voluntarily
visited 73 county agents offices. Spe
cial efforts were made to contact
agents in remote counties. The pur
pose of these visits was to assist in
rural electrification programs in the
counties visited. Helpful data and
comments were gathered on present
conditions, and ideas were exchang
ed on the future possibilities of rural
electrification.
Members of the Authority, in ad
dition to Chairman Bagley, who
comes from Moyock, are W. M. Sher
ard, Hendersonville; Dr. James S.
McKimmon, Raleigh; Dr. S. H.
Hobbs, Jr., Chapel Hill; E. F. Allen,
Lenoir; and D. E. Purcell, Reidsville.
The Authority hasn’t even a hint
of authority to construct any elec
tric line. It accomplishes its ends
by cooperation with an encourage
ment of other agencies, notably'pub
lic utility companies, municipalities,
the Federal Rural Electrification Ad
ministration and the cooperatives
formed under auspices of the last
named ug-;icy.
Hitler says Germany needs a big
ger living room. But the Germans,
who are on reduced diets due to
preparation for war probably would
prefer a bigger and better kitchen.
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"I don’t want him,” she repeated, her voice breathless.
It wasn’t the time for linen sun
frocks and sandals. She even picked
up the dark blue beret, white
gloves and blue bag that com
pleted the ensemble.
As she walked down the broad
white stairway she prayed briefly:
“Dear God, please don’t let it be
Corrinne whom Lynn married.
Please don’t let it be!”
She knew, though, that it was a
useless prayer. Knew that she
should amend, it and say: “Please
help me to get Corrinne out of this
trouble.”
And yet—maybq.Cofrinne wasn’t
involved, jp. spite of her curious
questions, and her hurt surprise
when Lynn’s flowers had not been
for her.
There were pink-sprigged cur
tains at the 1../ windows of the
dining room, and they were blowing
in the morning breeze. Only Cor
rinne sat at the table, playing with
a cold slice of melon. Her eyes were
heavy, as though she had thought
in the night, instead of sleeping.
“You were late last night,” she
addressed her sister.
Now for the light note, the gay
note. No moralistic preaching. No
fearful approach to last night’s
danger. a
“What a night!” She picked up a
spoon and started to eat the cold
melon at her place. “I lost my good
luck charm and my luck, both! I
hid from the police, I swam a lake
after darting down a chute, and
then I hitch-hiked until a truck
picked me up.”
“Sounds like a nightmare.” Just
polite curiosity in Corrinne’s voice,
but her eyes were strained with
fright waiting for the story. “You
had dinner with Lynn, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” The pretense wasn’t work
ing. Time was fleeting. She would
be frank. “Corrinne, did you know
the police wanted Lynn ?”
“The police!” The exclamation
was so startling in its surprise
that Sarah Anne recognized its
honesty. “Oh, no!”
“And now they have him.”
“They have—Lynn? But why?”
She had dropped her spoon, and
her hands were folded together, the
nails digging into her white flesh.
Corrinne saw the red imprint they
were making and opened them.
“You know as much about it as
I do.” Sarah Anne told the story
much as she had given it to Bob
early that morning. Only this time,
she added: “That name, Robin—
why did Lynn tell you about it?”
“He said it was a Special name
old friends used and I shouldn’t be
surprised if I heard it. He said I
might- use it, too, but I never did,
HENDERSON, (N. C.) DAILY DISPATCH WEDNESDAY, JULY 5, 1939
Cotton Slips
At The Close
New York, July s.—(AP) —Cotton
futures opened one to two points
higher on trade buying and cover
ing in near months. Mid-morning
prices were one to six higher. Off
a point net at 9.45, July was three
down from the best at midday. Other
active positions' were three to five
higher.
Futures closed unchanged to three
points lower; middling spot, 9.82.
Open Close
July 9-48 9.43
October 8.79 8.77
December 8.63 8.59
Januai'y 8.51 8.48
March 8.41 8.39
May 8.36 8.33
BRAZIL AND MEXICO
CONCLUDE OIL DEAL
Mexico City, July s.—(AP)—Con-
clusion of an $18,000,000 deal with
the Mexican government petroleum
agency was announced today by
Santo Vahlis, representative of the
Brazilian firm of Correa and Castle.
Under the agreement, he said,
Mexico will sell approximately 5,-
500,000 barrels of oil annually to
Brazil along with asphalt and re
fined petroleum products.
The deal was expected to result in
trade far in excess of the $18,000,000
figure annually because, Vahlis said,
it “naturally will open new jneans
of commercial exchange between
Mexico and Brazil.” He emphasized
that it was a cash and not a barter
transaction.
It was something private, and I
didn’t know he had told you about
it, too, so I was surprised when you
mentioned it. That is, until I
learned that the other man used it,
and that’s how you heard.”
It was a long explanation. Much
longer than the question merited.
Corrinne, apparently, was talking
to give herself time to think.
But now she asked: “Did anyone
see you there last night?”
“Nobody, but the police knew a
girl was around because of the hat
and coat. I had yours. Lynn got
them for me by mistake. The cops
wanted them for exhibits A or B.”
“Did they get them?” A fright
ened whisper
“No, I swam away with them.
Otherwise I’d have thrown myself
on the officers’ mercy. Policemen
have big hearts —”
“Oh, no, no, no! You wouldn’t
have done that,” Corrinne pleaded.
“But not? After all, I was
just along. I wasn’t involved.”
If Corrinne would hurry to the
point! “As for that creature Lynn
is said to have married—l’m cer
tainly not the one.”
“What will happen to the girl,
do you think?” Corrinne asked,
finding another spoon, finishing the
melon, breaking an egg into the!
egg cup as though life held noth
ing more difficult than mixing the
golden yellow and ivory white parts
together.
“Why, nothing. Unless she be
longs to his racket—only what
could he have done? Taken notes
that were private, do you think?
It’s bafflling. Bob eouldn’t guess,
either. But he doesn’t like the
man’s vocabulary. Too many pur
ple adjectives in it.”
“Then you told Bob about it?”
Corrinne asked.
“Os course. The police will be
coming here, maybe, to chefek on
Lynn’s activities. Thank fortune,
we don’t know anything except
that we had lots of lunches and
dinners with him, and saw the sea
son’s movies while he gathered ma
terial for his stories.”
Corrinne was looking at Sarah
Anne curiously. She stood up, "I've
some errands. I’ll be back in an
hour or so. Mind if I take the oar?”
Watching her sister’s hurried;
exit, Sarah Anne saw that the car
gained speed quickly. The old par
sonage runabout hadn’t gone so
rapidly since the first year of its
locomotion. Corrinne was hurrying
away from something. She saw
what it was the next second. A po
lice car was drawing up to the eurb.
(To Be Continued).
Stocks Firm
On Advance
New York, July S.—(AP) —Cauti-
ously-directed buying in a few in
dustrial shares provided the stock
market with a firm backbone today.
Gains in the day’s favorites ranged
to more than two points. In the rank
and file, fractional advances were
the rule. Transactions were only
about 350,000 shares.
American Radiator 12
American Telephone 161 1-2
American Tob B 83 3-4
Anaconda 23 3-4
Atlantic Coast Line 16 1-8
Atlantic Refining 20 1-2
| Bendix Aviation 22
Bethlehem Steel 53 1-4
' Chrysler 69 3-4
1 Columbia Gas & Elec .... 6
Commercial Solvents 9 3-4
Consolidated Oil 7 5-8
Curtiss Wright 5 1-4
1 DuPont 149 1-2
Electric Pow & Light 7
General Electric 34 1-2
General Motors 43 1-2
Liggett & Myers B 105 1-4
Montgomery Ward & Co .... 38 7-8
Southern Railway 14 5-8
Standard Oil N J 41 5-8
U S Steel 46 1-4
Silver Vote Shows
Jumble of Congress
(Continued From Faee OneJ>
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
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