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N. C. Mineral Resources Are Valuable Daiiy Dispatch Eureau, | In tbe Sir Waiier Hotel. By HENRY AVKKILI. Raleigh, Dec. 27.—North Caro-, Tina's mineral resources form one j <>! the State's most potentially val- J liable assets, though at present only ! two of fifteen "strategic or critical" ' minerals are being produced in com- | mercially important quantities, ac- j cording to a recent "Information Circular" by T. G. Murdock. assis tant State geologist. Bi.it while only two are now being produced commercially, at the other end of the line only two of the en tire list of fifteen minerals have never been found in North Carolina, and more than half are listed as pos sible of commercial importance. The geologists circular classified as "strategic" minerals for National defense (those upon which sources outside the continental United States "must be largely depended and which must be subject to strict con servation and control measures) the following: Antimony, chromium, in dustrial diamonds, manganese, mer cury. mica, nickel, quartz crystal tin and tungsten. Of these only mercury has never been discovered in North Carolina, though the thirteen authentic cases of diamonds give no hint of com mercial possibilities. Classified as "critical" (those slightly more easily obtained in the U. S. but for which some degree of conservation and control would be necessary) are: Aluminum, asbestos, graphite, platinum and vanadium. Of these all except vanadium have been found in North Carolina. According to their relative com mercial possibilities in this state. Mr. Murdock lists the minerals thus: Extensive commercial production at present: Mica and aluminum. ' Semi-commercial production now: Manganese, asbestos. Some commercial production pos- | sible: Chromium, nickel. Commercial production doubtful: Tin. graphite. Occur, but no commercial de- j posits know: Antimony, quartz cry- ' sial. tungsten, platinum. Not found: Vanadium, mercury, in- 1 dustrial diamonds (the 13 discov ered give no indication that others are to be found.) How and where these minerals are found in N. C.: Antimony: Has been found in me native state from a small vein in Burke county. There is no commer cial development. Chromium: Chromite occurs in basic magnesium rocks of western. X. C.. i but only a few localities give any promise of sufficient quantities to justify commercial efforts. Industrial diamonds: Those found were mineralogical rarities. Manganese. Has been found more i or less sparingly in several N. C. ! areas, but few give any promise of j commercial operations. Mercury: Xot found. Mica: Since 1903 North Carolina J Tias supplied more than half the total j mica production of the U. S. The i belt covers twenty counties in the 1 west. Nickel: Considerable work is oemg j done to begin commercial produc tion from deposits in western coun ties—Jackson, Buncombe, Yancey, Macon and Clay. Quartz Crystals: The variety need ed in radio frequency control has been found in one of two N. C. lo calities, but only as mineralogical rarities. Tin: Deposits exist in Cleveland. Gaston and Lincoln and much money [ has been spent trying to develop | them. A detailed study has recently ! been made by U. S. Geologists and their report is awaited. Tungsten: Molydenum (from •which comes the metal) occurs in Halifax county, and these deposits may prove of commercial value. Aluminum: No commercial de posits of baxite (principal ore) exist in the State, though one of the four ! largest smelting plants in the coun try is located at Badin. Asbestos: Is found in Jackson, Watauga and other western coun ties. There has been a revival of interest and since 1939 about 60 ! deposits have been optioned, and i four or five have entered produc- | lion. Graphite: Occurs in many areas j of central and western N. C. Platinum: Has been reported from : a number of N. C. areas, notably Rutherford. Burke and Yancey. A belt of platinum bearing rock is re ported extending from Cedar Falls, N- C., to Danville. Va. Vanadium: Not found. Hom Numskuu* V/AS I w/srt ; SPEEp' \2-Zl DEAR NOAH-MOW FAST CAN A FLY FLY FLYING PAST A FLY FLYJNS Paster, than a fly CAN FLY "? S. U. /V^AUSTEC. AU«0<IS, N.c. DEAI2. NOAH - IF ^ PERSON DRINKS WATER WITH PLELNTY CF I EON IN IX WILL HIS JOINTS 3QUEAK 7^-rca. covjtJBuaAS ' LOWCLL, MASS. FOBTCAtP NOTIONS TpTu.* PAPr«. 0.»l».ku»«4 k> K'M *>•>«*»• «> n«lic«tr I*. v <&/ ELLIOTT FILLION^ f " WRITTEN FOR AND RELEASED SY CENTRAL PRESS ASSOCIATION SYNOPSIS Moving into the large household c>1 Captain Cary Essex II as secretary t. the old seafarer's grandson, youni; Cary. Nancy Dearie soon discovers ii strange atmosphere of antagonism over the genealogy vluch the grandson i" writing. Disregarding the hostility of Horace Rand, an intimate, but not con genial. friend of the family, toward tho project. Captain Essex opens tlie old sea chests of the-family to help in com piling the genealogy, only to discover that the chest of young Gary's father has been emptied. They find Aunt Al thea. the captain's eldest daughter, trying to Durn the contents of the chest. For safekeeping. Captain Essex decides to put the papers in a safe, the existence of which had been unknown to all but him and young Cary. Shortly after Nancy has finished a morning's work, she is told that the window in the alcove where she works is wide open. CHAPTER ELEVEN I WAS surprised when Dave Otis said there was a gale blowing into the alcove from the front win dow. I knew that window hadn't been opened all morning. His re mark—though it might have been made in friendliness—seemed to me a bit critical. "I didn't open it," I said, a bit snippily. "Probably Alice (the second maid) has been in since we came out." T\— "~nthc;! :ny ruffled feel ings. "wiic always opens the win dows to air the rooms if they seem at all stuffy. Did you smoke in the alcove this morning, Nancy?" "One cigaret," I answered, won dering if I had transgressed a rule. Cary and I had smoked companion ably when we were working to gether in the library, and I had not thought the alcove prohibited terri tory. "That's why th* window is opened," she lightly returned. "Alice is a fiend for fresh air. Come j on. let's get going!" On the steps a red-headed, j freckle-faced boy was standing by | a splint market basket filled with I groceries. Kaye gave him a smile and continued talking to Dave, who was leaving us. When he started across the lawn, she said: "This is Johnny Wing, Nancy. 1 don't know what I would do with- ■ out him. Ho carries all my bundles ( for me." Johnny was a polite little fellow, j He removed his hat and, smiling: shyly, spoke courteously to me;j then, with an adoring glance at Kaye, he added: "She really means, Miss Nancy, j that we couldn't get along without j HER. Half the kids in the fishing | village ain't hungry today because! she's always taking things down there." He looked from me to the basket he was carrying and back again, as though insistent that I should thoroughly understand her goodness. Kaye mechanically said: "Aren't, Johnny, not ain't." tossed aside his meaning with a careless shrug of her shoulders and promptly started a conversation about the weather. It was a glorious day. The last bit of snow had vanished from the ground, leaving it more than a trifle muddy underfoot. But the blue sky. bright. ".1.^1.: and crisp invigorating air were enjoyable enough to offset the need for care fully picking our way. Walking has always been my fa- ] vorite form of exercise. I had! missed my daily tramp since I had I been at Purple Beeches. Nuw I de- j termined that not another day j should pass without my obtaining the relaxation which pure air and a brisk hike always gives mo It I couldn't take the time during the i day, I could, at least, go out fori 15 or 20 minutes before going to bed. This path we were following would be a delightful place for a good run which I was still young enough to enjoy—if withouL spec tators. We walked down the driveway j until, halfway to the gates, we i turned sharply to tho left and con tinued on over a mile-long path through the fields and woodland down a gentle slope toward a beach from which was coming the distant sound of breaking waves. Johnny had dropnrd a bit behind us, and we were charting gaily when, rounding a curve, I saw just ahead, where a wood cut across our way, a hor? nan facing in our di rection. "Plague take him!" Kave stopped short and gnawed angrily at her lower lip. "It's Proctor liand," she Proctor strode after us and caught her by the arm. • explained. "He always seems to ! know when I'm going to the fishing ! village and waylays me. He's a i nuisance, a pest! Always makes me think of a garden toad, and I hate ! the horrid things." Her simile was a good one, though the resemblance hadn't occurred to me Proctor Rand is only a trifle taller than his father, probably he is five feet six or seven inches, but he is so thick-set that he looks even shorter. His lack of height is all the more noticeable when contrasted with the Essexes, who are all tall. Sometimes I feel like a pigmy when I trot along beside one of them, and I am five feet three. Proctor's hair is dark brown, thick and plastered down on. his skull with some oily substance which leaves a grease ring inside his hat. I noticed that last night, when he, hat in hand, stood near me. His complexion isn't clear like his father's and sister's; it is muddy, lumpy and rough. His eyes are pro tuberant, with a hard, sneering ex pression in their pale blue depths. I didn't blame Kaye for her implied aversion; I felt the same way about him the first time I saw him. I was just considering if I shouldn't drop back and walk with Johnny when we reached Proctor when Kaye defeated my half formed thought by tucking her arm through mine and keeping me firm ly beside her. "Good morning, Proctor." If she could imprison her tone in a food cabinet, we wouldn't need any other refrigeration! He leaped from his horse and strode along beside us, after giving me a condescending nod which was infuriating. After that exhibition of poor manners I was whole-hearted ly on Kaye's side. Un.sss she, her self, told me to leave her, I wouldn't do it now. That petty revenge would even my score a trifle. "Let Cary's — secretary," the words were a sneer, "go on with the kid to the village, and you come for a walk with me." The swaggering fnsolence in his tone made me wish murder were legal. "No. thanks," was Kaye's curt rejoinder. "Ccme along! I want to talk to you." A bullying intimation that b.-3 was his to command spoke in l he words. "Talk away." Anyone less self-centered than Proctor Rand would have known from tone and words that Kaye had no use for him, but that man's hide is tough enough to use for bluefish bait. Whether it would be attrac tive enough to iurc them is debat able. "Alone—I mean." There was an insinuating meaning in the words which aroused Kaye's fury. Shej stopped short and faced him; her black eyes snapped angrily. "I don't want to talk to you alone now or any other time," she raged at him. "Get that through your head. I've told you times enough. Come on, Nancy!" Her tone was imperious. She gave my arm a sharp tug and started on at an in creased pace. But Proctor was not to be so easily dismissed. He strode after us and caught her by the arm. "You needn't try out your fine airs on me," he snarled. "I'll let you off this morning—seeing you have —company," word and glance at me were contemptuous. "But you'll listen to me and like it—or be sorry!" He dropped her arm, sprang on his horse and, with a slashing blow from his crop, started the poor ani mal into a gallop, plentifully sprin kling us with mud as he dashed away." "Boor!" snapned Kaye. I I made no comment; there really wasn't anything for me to say. Our visit to the village was most interesting. About a dozen cottages formed a settlement at one side of a small co*e in which several dories were anchored. From the outer edge of the cove a wooden bridge went out io a tiny island. From the further end of the bridge a road wound up the island to a central ridge where were threff summer cottages, now shuttered and de serted for the winter. Two shacks raised on piles above the lapping waves were on the island Beach not far from the bridge, which was not more than two feet above the wa ter. Kaye told me that it was not unusual for shacks and bridge to be swept away during a bad storm. The cottages into which we went were poorly furnished but neat and clean. The women seemed a hard working lot, striving to make the most of what they had. The poverty everywhere evident was not the fault of the fishermen Kaye told me. For the last two years the prices paid for fish had been very small, which reduced to a minimum the fishermen's income. With the exception of one man, every one in the village seemed de lighted to see Kaye. The exception, . a tall, well-built man with swarthy complexion and brown hair and eyes, was standing in front of one cf the cottages. When he saw tos, he scowled ferociously and lounged inside. It seemed to me that the scowl was directed as much at me as at Kaye, \vh!cb surprised me, for to my knovkcV;'-' I had never seen the man bcfo: > "Who- " i wr.s interrupted by an insistent nudge from Kaye and wonderi?.,7, I lapsed inio silence. (To Be Continued) Fort Dix on Itinerary of Mr. Claus , and draftees now work shoulder to" . national guards1"6" fact many of them were unable Soldiers at Fort Dix, N. J., where *^f tten t Christmas desp kages each containing a sweated, shoulder with army regulars, were not forgotten their gift pac « gtate Soldiera and Sallo„. to go home for their presents. Here they we rec d$ of New (Cmtroitrt*! chocolate and cigarettes, sent to the camp Dy iellIott fillion^^ -.™rx ov /'i-vTOii pop«« AcsfirriTinM - —•' . WRITTEN FOR AND RELEASED BY CENTRAL PRESS ASSOCIATION^ggg^F • ^ SYNOPSIS Moving: fcuo the large household of Captain CVry Essex II a3 secretary to the old seafarer's grandson, young Cary, Nancy Deane soon discovers a strange atmosphere of antagonism over the genealogy which the grandson is writing. Disregarding the hostility of Horace Rand, an intimate, but not con genial, friend of the family, toward the project. Captain Essex opens the old sea chests of the family to help in com piling the genealogy, only to discover tiiat the chest of young Gary's father has been emptied. They find Aunt Al thea, the captain's eldest daughter, trying to burn tht. contents of the chest. For safekeeping. Captain Essex decides to put the papers in a safe, the existence of which had been unknown to all but him and young Cary. Shortly after Nancy has finished a morning's work, she is told that the window in the alcove where she works is wide open. On the way to the village Nancy and Kaye meet Proctor Rand, Horace's son, who boorishly demands that Kaye talk to him alone, but she refuses and he rides away. CHAPTER TWELVE WE HAD left the main road, turned down a narrow footpath which led to a lone cottage perched high on the bank overlooking the cove, and thus were beyond sight and hearing distance of the man who, with a ferocious scowl at us, had vanished into the cottage. I couldn't understand why Kaye wished me to be silent about him. Her nudge, coming so promptly upon my inquiring "Who—" start ed me upon a train of thought which prevented my noticing John ny's appearance at her side until he spoke. "Miss Kaye," he began, a shamed flush almost obliterated the freckles, "I'm sorry I can't take you into the cottage today, but—" He looked appealingly at her in a way which seemed to convey a meaning she understood. "That's quite all right, Johnny." A tender smile wreathed her lips; her hand fell caressingly upon his shoulder. "I understand." "But I did want to show you my report card. It's the best I've ever had, and I wanted you to see it" Rebellion was in his tone. "I know, and I wanted to see it, too. I'm coming back to the village tomorrow, periiaps you can show it to me then." "Oh, gee, Miss Kaye, that'll be great! I'll take it over to Mrs. Carll's before I come up to Purple Beeches. That is—you will need me, won't you, Miss Kaye?" His voice was pleading. Again Kaye's hand gave him a reassuring touch. "You know I always want you to help me. Johnny." The cloud of uncertainty van ished from his face. "Gee, Miss Kaye, you're a peach! I'll fix it so you can see it tomor row, see if I don't." "Listen, Johnny." Kaye's smile was gone, her voice had taken on a serious note. "Don't ever do any thing for me which will cause you trouble. If I can't see the card to day or tomorrow, I will see it the next day or the next week. You have tola me about it; it isn't nec essary that I see it Avoid a clash whenever you can, Johnny. It is something, you know, that you have never been prevented from carrying my basket for me." "H-he wouldn't dare do that!" Johnny stumbled badly over the pronoun. His brown-flecked blue I eyes sparkled indignantly. |i "Maybe not," returned Kaye doubtfully, "but I wouldn't be too ( defiant, if I were you." "U-um, I guess you're right, Miss Kaye." Tone and facial expression were too old, too wise for such a boy. Bj that time we were at the cot tage door. Johnny placed the bas ket upon the doorstone, Kaye se lected the parcels she wanted and We went inside. The woman who admitted us— Kaye introduced her as Mrs. Carll —pursed her lips grimly together after she greeted us. "Miss Kaye," she began, "he's at it again." Her nod toward Johnny, plainly to be seen through the win dow, was puzzling to me. "I thought so," answered Kaye. "We caught a glimpse of him when we came by." "It's a shame," Mrs. Carll an grily continued. "Johnny's a good boy; I only hope my Bob'll be as good." She waved her hand toward the baby sitting in a homemade high chair. Kaye smiled her agreement, and she went on: "He came back night before last, drunk as a coot. He's a surly cuss at any time; when he's been drink ing he's awful." Her eyes bored deeply into Kaye's. "Where do you suppose he gets his money?" Kaye shook her head. From her manner I thought the conversation distasteful. "I can't imagine," she said crisply, "He ha'n't done a real day's \vork since he came back here 16 years ago!" The new voice, thin, high pitched, made me jump. I glanced around the room. In a rocker facing the farther window I saw the shrunken figure of a little old woman. "Why, Mrs. Andrews," exclaimed Kaye, crossing the room to shake her wrinkled hand, "I didn't see you when I came in." "My mother," Mrs. Carll ex plained to me. The old woman was going on: "He was surly enough as a young feller when he first come here on your uncle's boat, you know that. He didn't come back for twelve years after the Gay Lady was lost, and he was a hard drinker even then. After he married your Marie he straightened up; she made him a good wife. They gut along fine together, but the minute she died he went to the dogs." "He had plenty of money before that," chipped in her daughter. "You know, mother, Marie had the finest house here, and the clothes! Some different from what I have to wear," with a disdainful glance downward at her clean but much patched print dress. "Marie's savin's helped," went on Mrs. Andrews, ignoring the inter ruption, "but her little bit uv money never's lasted all these years. He pulls a few lobster pots, ketches a few fish an' digs a few clams, most ly what they eat themselves. He's the only one uv us who's never be hind on his rent! What I want to know is, where does he get money enough to stay half soused two thirds of the time ?" "I think that is a puzzle to every one," answered Kaye reluctantly. "Yet," softly, "it really isn'' any of our business." "It's our business the way ho treats Johnny," snapped Mrs. CarlL "He didn't leave a thing in the house for the boy to eat when he went away last time, and Where's the good suit you folks gave him?" "You mean—he took that?" Kaye was plainly startled. "It's gone. That's all I know." Mrs. Carll's tone was still belliger ent Plainly she resented Kaye'a gently spoken rebuke. , "Then that explains where he got his money this time," Kaye an swered crossly. t Both Mrs. Carll and her mother laughed scornfully. "He was drunk for a week be fore he went away, and he didn't get more than a dollar for a suit that's been worn to school every day since last September. I know that, I've had to sell clothes before now!" Mrs. Carll was bitterly re sentful. "Oh, Mrs. Carll, why didn't you tell me?" Kaye gently laid her soft hand on the woman's work-rough ened fingers. "You know we'd have been glad to help." The bitterness faded from Mrs. Carll's face. A softer light glowed in her eyes. "I know you would but—we're not beggars!" "We must all stick together in these hard times," Kaye urgM. "When the fishing improves, you can easily pay us back what we help you now, if you feel that way." "Pay you back! It would take years to pay for all tht^tlrn^s you've given us, and it's much harder paying for a dead horse." "But we don't want you to pr.y for the few thing3 we've given you, Mrs. Carll. I meant you could bor row money if you needed it and pay that back later. Something must have been very badly needed for you to be obliged to sell your clothes." "It's not right to expect you to do for us folks." Mrs. Carll was weakening, though she strove to hold out against Kaye's gentle in sistence. "Didn't you feed Johnny Wing while his father was away?" Mrs. Carll seemed surprised at Kaye's thus suddenly changing the subject "Of course. We couldn't sit down and eat hot stuff knowing that boy was eating cold or going without" "Don't you see, Mrs. Carll, that's the very point I'm trying to make. You can't eat, knowing some one else is hungry. How do you suppose we feel knowing you folks are obliged to sell your clothes? We haven't the money we had, r.o one has, worse luck, but we have enough and we can share what we have. You help those worse off than yourself, why shouldn't we be al lowed to do a little for you?" "A little! My soul! But you win, Miss Kaye." A smile curved the hard lips. "I'll come to you next time." "Granddad's going to have some trees thinned out in the grove back of the house and also one of the wood lots cut over," said Kaye. "Do you think your husband would like to do some of the cutting?" (To lie Continued) Troops Jam Trains for Christmas Furloughs Soldiers of the 27th Division show their enthusiasm as they return home from Fort McClelian, Ala., on leave for the Christmas holidays. They are shown at Pennsylvania Station, New York. More than 8,000 of the 12,000 members of the division applied for the furlough. Scenes like this were repeated all over the country, and transportation lines were taxed by the stream of home-coming trainees. 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