New Tobacco Warehouse Will Be Begun Next W • " *" * . i Will Front Chestnut Street And Be Ready August 15 W. B. Daniel and F. S. Royster Own Property, Investment of Near $35,000; Young anci Daniel To Lease It; Moore Broadens Out. Will Own'New Tobacco W arehouse A ruMv tobacco warehouse. Hen derson's .-i v t'itti . i< to bo built hero i:: mediately bv \V. B. Daniel and Fred S. Royster. and will bo ready for operation with the opening ot the auction selling season in Sep tember. Mr. L>.:n:et announced to day. The now warehouse will represent an investment ot $30,000 to $35,000 and w ill have 50.000 square feet of floor space. It will front on Chest nut. Montgomery and Walnut streets, with the main entrance and the of tices on Chestnut street. The new house w:ll be constructed of brick and corrugated iron, with a solid brick wall • the north side. H. F. Mitchell. J:'., of Burlington, will build the warehouse and work will begin the first of next week in clearing the premises. It is to be corn Dieted bv August 15. While "Mr. Daniel and Mr. Royster will own the warehouse property, they will lease it to the warehousing firm in which both have for several years been active and in which the partners are W. B. Daniel. W. M. Young. Fred S. Royster and R. S. Young. This group ha-" i>r several years operated the new Banner Warehouse on Zeno street and also Coopers Warehouse on Wythe and Mont gomery streets. .\!i have tor many years operated on the Henderson market and have spent their active business years in handling tobacco. They still have a lease on Coopers Warehouse for four more years and have had an additional year on the Banner, but operation f that house lor the earning .»eas« a hits been taken over by A li • Aloore. who last year operated the Planters Ware Methodists To Extend Revival Growing interest in the revival services at the First Methodist church was reported today. At the service In. ' ni^nr K'ev. H. C. Reavis, tiie i preuc.'.L-d on tht .text, "li thou " .It. thoi; canst make me clear" (Mark 1:41). The minister said in part: "This i.- a pathetic prayer, deeply marked with heartache and disil lusionment. The poor Up-u- seems to say. "Lord. I believe that you have power, but I am in doubt about your love." "What is the matter? He has faith in power, but has lost faith in love. It is easy for Lis to sense his , situation, (lj He is a victim of phy sical disease. <'2) He is friendless and alone. The awful disease had driven him from home and from note i.i to be stressed in every de (3; He was .-eemingly forsajen of tne Lord. He had been taught to believe that the dieaded disease was a mark of divine displeasure. • However, he was brougnt to real ize that Jo-us did love him, and that he really cared. In answer to his prayer he was healed and restored to the fond arm ol his loved ones. Yes, Jesus \va-> willing and did help him. He always willing and lon£* to help every one. The question of willingness is not on the part of the Savior but on the part of lost man kind." This morning at 9:30 o'clock Mr. Reavis spoke to a large Saturday j morning congregation composed largely of young people, using 'The Importance pi ' So-Called Little Things in Life" as the subject. It was reported that the largest and most impressive altar service ever witnessed in the present church building, by even the oldest members of the church, followed the sermon. Mr. Reavis has announced that services will be held through Wed nesday of next week. Tomorrow at 9:31) a. m., church school will meet and the evangelistic not is to be stressed in every de- i partment from the juniors on up. ' At 11 a. m. the re;t ilar worship service will be held, at which time a special Mother's Day message will be delivered by the pastor, the sub ject being: "The True Mother." At *3:30 p. m. fhe fellowship supper for young people will be served in the" dining room of the church. At thi time several of the young people arc to bring their mothers as their guest-; t of honor at supper. Following the \ vsupper a program honoring the ■ mothers will be given in the young | people's department room. At 3 p. m. worship service will be held in the church auditorium, at i which time the pastor will deliver j an evangelistic sermon on "Life's I Challenge." I Brussels Is Bombed For Third Time Today (Continued From Page Onej other military information. Military officials claimed that a lightning defense^ had stopped nazi Germany's lightning invasion. On land, declared Defense Min ister Lt. Gen. Henri Denis, the Ger man thrust bogged down in a maze of traps, obstructions and mined roads and bridges, long prepared to halt ;ust such a blitzkrieg as Hitler sen* upon Belgium before yesterday's dawn. house, and will continue there the coming season. He has not vet an nounced his associate tor the mow selling season. No name has been selected tor the new warehouse, though it may L»e known as the Liberty. Its dimension are about the average tor Henderson warehouses, some of which are lar ger and some smaller. It will be the seventh large house on the Hender son market, and will serve greatly to enlarge the facilities of the mar ket for handling the leaf. Coopers Warehouse, held by the Young and Daniel firm, has just been enlarged by about one-fourth by its owners, the new wins adding some 9.000 Svj* of tioor space. A new warehouse had been talked for some months, but not until to day was a definite announcement made of its immediate construction. Property in the area to be occupied by the warehouse has been in the process of purchase, piece by piece, for a year or more. F. S. ROYSTER FOUR DEFENDANTS BEFORE THE MAYOR F>)i:r defendants were given hear ings today in city court, with Mayor Henry T. Powel! presiding. Norman M. Green way pleaded guilty to being drunk, and was given 30 days, suspended upon payment W. B. DANIEL | of the costs. George Allen was charged with th theft of ;in automobile from II. V White. He went free when "no prob able cause" was found. A. C. Allen faced Hie same charg< as did (ieorge Allen, and was de clared not guilty. Newell Journigan was tried on ; charge of failing t<< pay taxi fare and prayer for judgment was con tinued upon payment of the fare 75c. and the costs of court. Failure to pay meant 3d days on the roads SYNOPSIS THE CHARACTERS: BENJAMIN MEitRIFIELD, aged capi talist, hires fiAYLE DIXON to make lov® to his {grandson. JEREMY TUCKER, a shy student ol archeology, while BIM-i KAILEY and six pretty girls are employed to help bring life and youth to the Merrilield mansion. YESTERDAY: During a phone rail Mr. Merrifeld explains to Gayle's moth er what he is trying to do for his grandson. CHAPTER SIX "FIRST AND most important point to remember is—our being here must be made entirely logical to Jeremy Tucker." Bill said that for the fourth time. He was in a huddle again with Gayle. "All right, Bill. But we've ad mitted that. We've talked for hours. It's nearly dinner time. The girls will be coming back. And we are all bound to meet Jeremy again tonight We must have a good story and stick to it. We ought to tell it to Mr. Merrifield in ad vance." "Lordy!" said Bill, stumped for once. "You played football in college. What else did you do?" "Dramatics. Besides studies, I mean." Bill spoke as if his college career had, therefore, been wasted. He gazed glumly at nothing. "Amateur dramatics ? Little the ater work, Bill?" "Yep. Great fun, but—well, Gayle, I had a lot of ideals about being a stage director, or maybe a movie director some day. So far I haven't found or made even a crack where I could crawl into that profession." "ejuc you aren t ncKeci ?" "No. Certainly not. Nobody ever licked a Bailey. Coach used to say that I—" "I understand. You were a grand halfback, I've heard. Now listen to me—Mr. Merrifield ordered you to take charge of the six girls you and he hired. You are to be their boss. You have to think up some thing constructive for them to do. Naturally you must draw on your best talen' i and experiences, and since foot ill seems to be beyond our consideration, I suggest dra matics." Gayle was talking ever so seri ously. "You mean—" "I mean, Bill, don't girls some times act in plays ? Or work around amateur productions? Wouldn't it be entirely logical for a crowd of young people to—" "SA-A-AY!" Bill suddenly jabbed a finger at her. An idea had struck him. Gayle's idea. "Gayle, you're wonderful! Sure! We can pretend that Mr. Merri field, already given to philan throphy, is sponsoring a new Little Theater. I've been wracking my brains for a way to use this big mansion and its grounds. Those two huge rooms downstairs that open together will make a swell theater! Put a stage at that east end. Ballyhoo it all. We'll have Jeremy surrounded by fun and ex citement before he knows it!" There was another 10 minutes of hurried talk — mostly exhultant monologue by Bill Bailey, who could be morose and worried one moment and in the figurative clouds the next. Gayle was happy for having solved his problem for him. Or at least having given him a start. Graham, the butler, had been told to expect the six young ladies back for dinner and, surprisingly enough, Mr. Weems came to Gayie at 5:10 p. m. with a written menu. "We have had no feminine guests here in so many years, Miss Dixon," he apologized, "that I—that we are not at all sure you will ap prove of the selections. When we ventured to ask Mr. Merrifield, he ■aid that you were now in com r-x-y ».• • Hill suddenly jabbed a finger at Gaylo. An idea had struck him. plcte charge of the household, and—" "He did?" "Oh, of coursc, miss. The news has quite upset the staff. I mean, in a decicedly pleasant way. The cook—and Graham—you see, we have had no—ah, life, and gaiety, here in so long, and this morning you ventured to say that happiness could—" "Oh, Mr. Weems, certainly! We must all be very, very happy. Please tell the servants to go right ahead, using their own discretion. I—I am to act as hostess then ?" "Yes, my dear. Mr. Merrifield wishes it." "Oh, gee!" The menu was complete. Wal lace, the Merrifield cook, knew his business. Even the gardener had been told and had responded, so that the dining table was already lovely with flowers when Gayle in spected it. She had but few sug gestions to make and she found two kitchen helpers, besides Wal lace and Graham and the gardener, anxious to carry them out at once. Graham begged a moment to in troduce a new maid-servant, Ce leste, who had been thoughtfully added to the staff that afternoon. "If you approve of her," Graham said, "she is to be your personal maid, miss." Gayle took a deep breath, and nodded. She was afraid to speak for a long moment, lest she ex plode. She stayed in a sort of cloud like daze for the ensuing hour. The six girls came back, as ordered. Gayle asked Tempe to help her "think." Together they planned seats at the table. There would be four men—Mr. Merrifield, Jeremy, Mr. Weems and Bill. And seven girls, picked for loveliness and ap parent intelligence. Gayle backed the girls up into a quiet corner and almost growled at them. "For Pete's sake, kids, be bright and cheerful tonight!" she com manded. "Understand? No solemn faces." "But what are we to do? What is our work, and who" "Sh-h-h-h! You'll learn. Just be glad." Graham had no chance to an nounce formally to everybody that dinner was served. He had to round up Mr. Merrifield from the third floor, Mr. Weems from the second, Bill Bailey from a far wing, and finally Jeremy from the deep re cesses of the library. When he re ported to Gayle, that flustered miss decided this meal perhaps should progress informally. % It was a happy decision. Mr. Merrifield came in beaming. He hadn't eaten in the big dining room since a group of mining men dined there with him last winter, and the assembly of young people brought an invisible spark of something to it now. They and the flowers, and the somehow brighter lights in the great crystal chandelier, and the brilliantly dusted furniture, and the floor that shone, and the con tagious giggling of little Tempe Hyde. Even the quietest of the six girls, a Latin beauty named Lola Montcsa, was visibly elated. The old millionaire paused at the big double door to look on for a moment, beaming. "Glory, what a sight!" he ex claimed, and meant it. "Everything but music!" "Oh!" Gayle spoke quickly. "I can play the piano. Jeremy hasn't come down yet. Shall we sing one song before dinner?" "We shall!" The grand piano was in a con servatory off the dining room. Only old-time tune Gayle could remem ber at the moment was one that had been recently revived, so she plunged into its lively tempo— "Come on and hear, Come on and hear, Alexander's Ragtime band!" The singing began instantly be cause the other youths knew it. Even old Mr. Merrifield knew it, but from an earlier day. The piano was out of tune, the harmony was faulty, but the pleasure was high. Jeremy Tucker came down the winding staircase onto this scene of genuine gaiety, stood looking at the group with a certain awe. Five minutes later they were all at table. Each stood respectfully, waiting for Mr. Merrifield to sit down first, but instead he lifted his fino old white head upward and closed his eyes. "God in Heaven," he prayed, '1 am a fool at times. Forgive me. Make me worthy of the pleasure brought to me this day. Share the pleasure with these young people. Bless them. Oh, bless them, God 9f , us all. Amen!" They sat down, ond Gayle Dixon looked quickly at Bill Bailey. Strangely, she caught his eye, and she observed that he, too, was hav ing trouble with a lump in his throat. (To Be Continued) Applications For FSA Loans May j Be Filed Locally) " i The local office of the Farm Se- J curity Administration is receiving, applications now from farm tenants who wish to purchase farms next; vear, it is announced by Ivey W. Day, county FSA supervisor for Vance county. Congress has authorized a fund not to exceed $50,000,000 from which tenants may borrow for the purchase of farms. This money, however, has not yet! been actually appropriated and made available. The loan funds were set up under the Bankhead Jones farm tenant act. Applications for tenant purchase loans may be filed at the FSA office in the Peace building on William street. Pays Fine—W. W. Edwards paid $1 fine in the office of the city clerk lor a traffic violation, according to the records at the office. It's an ill wind, etc.—. Husbands will be delighted to learn that, be- j cause of the blitzkrieg, Norway has* stopped exportation of silver fox furs to America. I Preparations Portend Successful Dollar Days . One of the most widely accepted' cooperative trade promotion event: sponsored in Henderson in years is expected to bring the city one of its largest crowds of shoppers next Wednesday and Thursday, when Uoi lar Days, organized by the Hender son Chamber of Commerce, will of fer bargains in seasonable and staple merchandise in practically ever> in the city. Smith H. Young, secretary of the; Chamber of Commerce, said this morning that merchants are cooperat ing enthusiastically in preparation for the two-day event and that every j indication is for unqualified success.; So great has been the response toj the announcement of plans, he sui&j that it has been impossible for him j to see all merchants who want to participate in the Dollar Days, and j he asked that merchants who have' not received their official Dollar Days signs call at the Chamber of Commerce office for them. Stores throu r .• > * display ill' signs issue-*! ij> i merce. Special • ■ arrangements u! , ir.e stores an- < \ the first <>l' >1:. the trade eunt week arid an :i.' planned V; inl'i . • * the values thai v. i!. • • various stoK.-. CITY ROAD PLANb FOR MOTHKR'S DAY Appropriate t ■:< planned by Ciiy day school t<> 1 honor of ■ will be given. mother and one mother pr< : < ii\ ai i lather present. Ail of the Sunday t:< */ Oren (Ar n o l D (pt% WLITTIA' K.-iH ANT REI.RASK1) HY f'KS'Tf'.A!. f'RKSS ASS'lfMTiO.'i SYNOPSIS ! THE CHARACTERS: BENJAMIN MERRIFIELD, aged cap! talist, hires GAYLE DIXON to make love to hi: grandson, JEREMY TUCKER, a shy student o archeology. , * YESTERDAY: Gaylc and Bill decidi to establish a Little Theater in thi Merrifield mansion. CHAPTER SEVEN THE FIRST meal Gayle Dixor had eaten in The Oaks was one 01 quiet, sun-gemmed beauty; natur al luxury so profound that the ex cellent food itself was all but un noticed. That had been breakfast on the sun porch with Bill. But dinner, at which she was quite unexpectedly coerced into the role of hostess, was an occasion ol an altogether different sort. The very walls of the Merrifield man sion appeared to shout their pleas ure at seeing youthful good times revived. Gayle wisely decided that this dinner should be as natural and simple as her hurried supervision could make it. She avoided any .formal note, partly because the (trend of events seemed to be that way this evening, partly because ,The Oaks had been rather steeped in formality of late anyway, she realized. Mr. Merrifield's saying of jgrace was a beautiful touch. She had not expected it; indeed, she had simply not thought of it—to her shame. | "I want you to know, Mr. Mer rifield, that yours was a very love ly prayer, and that asking a bless ing at mealtime is a fine custom, I think." Gayle said that in all sin cerity, looking at her employer and host. "Check," echoed Bill Bailey. "I was trying to figure a way to say just that, sir. I—well, I—say, why are people embarrassed about ask ing a blessing, anyway?" Mr. Merrifield turned to him in surprise. "I am not embarrassed, young sir." But Bill was, anew. Tempe Hyde all but giggled, at him, and Gayle's eyes twinkled. Bill devoted himself earnestly to a fruit cocktail. A moment later Mr. Merrifield spoke again. "I feel that this -is an auspicious evening. Isn't it pleasant, Mr. Weems? Isn't it, sir?" "Oh, of course, sir. Yes, indeed. I was just thinking, how thought ful of you to arrange a little party this way for Mr. Jeremy." "Now that's something!" Bill spoke up. A party! Why, sure, a little din ner surprise for Jeremy! That would account for the presence of all the girls, for Bill himself. Jer emy had looked wonderingly at them during the introductions be fore dinner. Bill looked quickly at Gayle now, and she nodded. "You see, Jeremy, you hadn't been in town very long, and so your grandfather wanted you to meet some, uh, nice people your age, and all. We were lucky to be the ones, eh girls?" The six picked up the cue nicely. In truth, they had felt a certain jittery restraint of their own—a wonderment at their astonishing employ. Now they could see a course and play it. The talk mounted. Small, spon-*" tancous talk. And laughter. Jeremy took little or no part in it mainly because he was shy and had no ready answers, no quick repartee. But his obvious brightness and in terest were enough. It was his party. The actors played to him. The cocktail was followed by a simple roast beef. Simple, that is, save for the huge size of it, and the extraordinary savor. It was mountainous before Mr. Merrifield, and its aroma was delicious. Little ! bubbles of suet still broiled audibly ; on its brown crust when it was : set on the table. Mr. Merrifield ' liked to carve. There were vegetables, celery hearts, two kinds of olives, sweet i peach pickles of a kind Gayle had ' never tasted before, hot biscuits, coffee or tea. Chinaware was a Haviland dating well back into the last century, gold on white—price less. Silver was old sterling. Linen was hand drawn—"done by a Mex ican woman from one of the Merri field mining towns in Arizona," Drawing Jeremy out of his shell was a part of Bill's duty. Mr. Weems explained when Gayle inquired. Dessert was a lemon-milk sherbet—a perfect tangy after math to a somewhat hearty meal. Wallace the cook had to be sent for so that he might hear the en thusiastic praise. Being quite hu man, he loved it. "It is all so very fine," Gayle took the hostess reins again over the coffee cups, "that I think the banquet should have at least a few speeches. Nothing too serious, per haps. But—nice. You know what I mean. Who will be first speaker?" "I nominate Mr. Bailey." "Mr. Weems." "Mr. Merrifield." "It's Jeremy's party. Why shouldn't he be the—" "But I'm acting as hostess," Gayle interrupted the quick flow of suggestions, "and so I call on that well-known public speaker, Miss Tempe Hyde!" Tempe turned pink even as she giggled, and the laughter grew in a crescendo around her. She ducked under a napkin. She tried to dodge under the table itself, but she was crowded rather close to Jeremy Tucker, who sat at Gayle's right, and so could not find physical es cape. Everybody else began ap plauding. "I hate you, Gayle Dixon!" the smaller girl finally shrieked, "but I'll make a speech if Jeremy will. It's his party, not mine." Jeremy turned out to be a gen tleman. Somewhat solemnly he got to his feet, addressed the others formally, and did say a surprising three minutes of good words. He thanked them for their kindness in arranging this welcome. He spoke haltingly of friendship's value. Then he thanked Miss Dixon and sat down. A harmless, colorless speech. The applause was polite, but the attention flew right back to lempe. Still pink, she sat there in giggly misery. "Called your bluff, Tempe, old ; kid!" Bill egged her on. "The floor's yours." "Speech! Speech! Speech!" She could not ignore the chorus now. "Whatever will I talk about? Dh, dear!" "Something deep," Bill prompt ed. "Like—oh, science, war, eeo lomics." Everybody laughed at that pros 5ect. Tempe, pretty and dainty as i pom-pom, just didn't look pro :ound. But she inhaled deeply and stood up—a good sport what ever ;he pain! "I choose economics—I hope you'll forgive me, Mr. Merrifield, >ut here I go: "There was a young man who saved up for the future, He put in his money bags all he could spare. But alas for the poor economi cal moocher— The future arrived and the man wasn't there!" There was an instant of silence. Tempe sat down, blushing at her temerity. Then the storm broke. "HAW-W-W-W!" Mr. Merrifield led it with an outburst surprising ly basso for his age. He banged the table so that dishes jumped. Graham, the butler, hastened back to the room in some alarm. During the laughter the two old men arose, and when the .spon taneous talk had subsided again everybody was back at the piano. If Bill Bailey had guided them there without their realizing it. no matter. He saw that Jeremy Tin k er had broken his ascetic counte nance with an actual smile; raw ing Jeremy out of his shell was a part of Bill's duty. Gayle began playing again, soft ly because Mr. Merrifield had cor nered Tempe Hyde and was mak ing her teach him the funny little poem on economy. He repeated it twice. When he couid say it all through, he turned from her. "Mr. Weems!" he bellowed. 'Tike some telegrams—haw!" "Telegrams, sir? Did we over look—" — -- I r.f rwui mr. hccjiis v..ia - his efficiency as the Merrirield busi ness secretary. His consternation showed suddenly. "Certainly, Mr. Wccmr: f= r hearing failing? I said t-! •••>• Telegrams, sir!" "Oh, of course, sir!" Within an hour Mr. n-njmiin W. Merrifield had spent >5' of his assets communis i'.' - ' ' a dozen or so big husic • 1 tives, some of them in fur • places, all of them famoi:- for '• ' financial strength. And <■:'■!> ,;e of them chuckled apprt■< i.'1' -' over an after-dinner s;« • <"h ! • :: - that evening in the histoi; Mcrri 5eld mansion. Oddly enough, one of the n'.on vho received the little ri y:ue v. <3 n Mexico City, Mexico, and Kv :hance he happened to s aughingly that evening to a r.« >vs )aper man. The newspaper iked it so well that he telephoned t to his office. There, one of the Treat telegraphic agency rT,;T'c,rj ativefs read it and chuckl< I, '■ ! because news was slack tiiis Par" icular evening he put l,r- ':'e elegraph wires to newsj vorld over, which, ot )rought it right back to the ng papers in Ben M< rrifi-! - tome city. Papers love n <'h ' er than a little "feature •: xness or oddity with v'.'iir appened at his fine ol