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THE ZEBULON RECORD, ZEBULON, NORTH CAROLINA, FRIDAY, MARCH 4,1938 t :j : - > ' i V ■ -it SHINING PALACE ».v chkistim: PAHMKXTEU (.ii|)«rii|hl Im (htisOnr Wlitltmi I'urnn-nliT HMSKRVIEE •<p 5 ■ \ THE STORY CHAPTER I—James Lambert tries la vain to dissuade his beautiful foster daughter, Leonora, from marrying Don Mason, young "rolling stone.” whom ha likes but of whom he disapproves ac cording to his conventional business-man standards. He tells her, "Unless a house Is founded upon a rock, it will not sur vive.” Leonora suspects the influence of her half-brother, Ned, always Jealous of the girl since the day his father brought her home from the deathbed of her mother, abandoned by her Italian bari tone lover. Don arrives in the midst of the argument, and Lambert realizes the frank understanding between the two. CHAPTER ll—Sitting up late into the night, Lambert reviews the whole story, of Nora as a child, at boarding school, studying music abroad, meeting Don oft the return trip. In the morning he de livers his ultimatum, to give Don a Job with Ned for a year's showdown. When Nora suggests the possibility of running away with Don, Lambert threatens dis inheritance. Don agrees to the Job, but before a month is over, his nerves are Jumpy, he cannot sleep at night, he is too tired to go out much with Nora, and admits to her that he feels stifled. Nora soothes him with her music. He falls asleep and his face is more peaceful than it has been in many weeks. CHAPTER lll—Nora grows quieter, and broods over Don, complains to her father of Ned's spying on him, and de cides that rather than see Don's spirit broken, she will run away. She urges her father to put an end to the futile ex periment. James Lambert is obdurate and angry. Lambert tells her that if Don quits she will quit with him; that he will be through with her. He adds that if she tires of her bargain it will be use less tr> rnme to him for heln CHAPTER IV—With the coming of spring, Don is full of unrest and wander lust. and takes long walks at night. One evening a poor girl speaks to him, and in his pity for her, he gives hrr money. A car passes at that moment, flashes headlights and moves on. A terrific heat wave ushers in the summer, and Nora refuses to go to the country with her father. Ned, meanwhile, insinuates to his father about Don’s evenings away from Nora, but Lambert refuses to lis ten. Meanwhile, Don broods over the un dermminp of his mor«lf> CHAPTER V—At the height of the heat wave, when Don is finding every thing insupportable, Ned speaks of hav ing the goods on him, having seen him give a girl money. When Ned scoffs at the true story of the episode, Don knocks him down, and is through. He calls Nora, who insists on running away with him to get married, realizing it is her Job to restore Don's faith in himself. Her good-by to her father is met with comolete silence CHAPTER VI They went to Maine. ‘‘lt’s the first time I can remem ber,” Don told his bride, “when I haven’t been crazy to get aboard a boat and see things—new things— places I’ve dreamed of. I don’t un derstand myself, Nora. Is it only because I’m so let down? All I want now is to escape from this heat and turmoil—to lie on my back in the cool woods and look up at the sky, or watch big waves roll in on a hard beach. I’ve got to do some thing like that, dear, until this fiend ish alarm clock stops ringing in my ears. I’ll admit it scares me. Let’a go to Maine.” "But your hard-saved thousand will melt away so fast at a hotel, Don,” objected Nora with new-born caution. Don glanced at her, so sweet, so young, so infinitely precious, and for the first time in his twenty seven care-free years, a sense of responsibility crept over him—re sponsibility for Nora’s happiness. “It’s more than a thousand now,” he answered gravely. "Have you forgotten that I’ve been holding down a steady job? And a hotel isn’t necessary, is it—even on one’s hon eymoon? You see, there’s a place I can take you—a studio belonging to a New York artist. You’ve heard me speak of Ven, Nora. He’s abroad just now; but I’m always at liberty to go there. Besides—” (a smile sprang into his expressive eyes) "it happens to hold the ‘worldly goods’ with which I’ve recently endowed my wife, and perhaps she’d like the chance to look ’em over I” Nora laughed at the idea; but questioned, not without curiosity: "What sort of worldly goods, Don?” “Just wait and see, young lady!” he responded. "Honestly, Nora, I couldn’t get along without that shack. When Tin r over the hills and far away’ and happen to stumble on something too beautiful to resist, I simply ship it to Maine (provided I have sufficient cash to buy the thing!) and the—er—retired fisher man who looks after the place for Ven, stores it away.” “I never heard of a retired fisher man before, my dear. I thought those salty specimens kept right on fishing until they drowned! And this studio you mention sounds like a storage warehouse. Have you left a space where your friend the artist can set up his easel?” Don smiled. "He doesn’t need it Three years ago he bought an island farther up the coast, and has a bully place therei If I’d let him, Nora, Ven would give me the shack outright” “Why should he, Don? Is the man indebted to you?" "He seems to think so; though it’s utter nonsense, of course. I had the luck to save his oldest girl from drowning; but it was all in the day’s work and his gratitude was the only reward I wanted. You’ve seen Ven’s work, Nora. He did those marvelous murals in—” "Not Carl Venable?” gasped Leo nora. "Don’t tell me the Ven you’ve talked about so casually is he?” "The very same, lady.” Don grinned at her surprise. “I was coast guard down there one sum mer. Didn’t you know it?” Nora sighed helplessly. “Some day, my dear, I’ll ask for u list of the things you haven’t been. It would be considerably shorter than one of those you have. And does this shack you mention contain the creature comforts? The subject interests me.” Don closed his eyes a moment trying to see things with Nora’s vi ion. Then he said dubiously I’ve always thought it a wonder ul place, dear; but you—Well, 1 ;an’t quite see how it will look t( /ou. There’s an oil stove for cook ng, and water piped to the bad - ■r •' <’ \T~ psi '''you THRILL TO Live , EAGER POWER-RELAX IAI R M RESTFUL COMFORT-RELY ON THE LATEST SAFETY R Hj FEATURES. FROM KNEE “ACTION WHEELS TO B| 111 mo, ROOMY FISHER BODY, HERE ARE ALL THE R M t'SFNTIALS t FOR REAL MOTORING ENJOYMENT /" * t u J. M. CHEVROLET COMPANY ZEBULON, N. C.. used it only for a studio. Original ly it was an old fish house, I be lieve.” Though the girl’s heart sank at this description, one wouldn’t have guessed it from her instant: “Why that sounds fine, Don! Is it close to the ocean?” His eyes brightened at this care fully simulated enthusiasm. "As near as it can be and not get washed away in winter; yet it’s far enough from the beach where the summer people bathe to give us privacy. You’ll love it, Nora, once you get the hang of things; and I’ll do the cooking. Cooking is one of my real accomplishments, as you’ll soon find out.” "Which sounds,” she laughed, “as if you doubted that it’s one of mine!” Nora never forgot their arrival at "the shack” next afternoon. It had been raining all day; and though rain was needed to cool the air, it added neither cheer nor com fort to the atmosphere of that one time fish house, long unoccupied, covered with dust and cobwebs, sti fling now with the accumulated heat of weeks. If James Lambert’s pampered daughter needed discipline, she got it in the moment when her new husband unlocked the door and thrust her hurriedly inside out of a driving rain; and it is to Nora’s everlasting credit that Don did not suspect the consternation that surged through her loyal heart The charm of the place which she was to know later, was wholly lost amid the gloom and darkness of that stormy day. Don having seen the room with sunlight dancing across its worn old floor, never realized just how it looked to Leonora. In that first mo ment she wanted to cry out: "Oh, Don, we can’t stay here! Not now anyway!” To one reared in the soft lap of luxury, such a proceeding seemed well nigh impossible. In deed. the words of protest were on her lips, when, glancing up quick ly ijn dismay, she saw her hus- band's face. And it was a transfigured face. It was the face of a tired small boy who has reached home. It brought a lump into Nora’s throat. It brought swift tears into her eyes. Said Don, throwing open a case ment window at the back: "Isn’t this wonderful, Nora? The view on a clear day in simply marvelous. Isn’t that fireplace a corker? It takes in a foiuvfoot log—not that one wants to consider fires just now! But we’ll cool off soon as the air blows through here. Lucky the rain's not coming from all direc tions as I’ve seen it do. We’ll have things snug long before bedtime, and—” He turned, caught her close, hun grily. “Oh, Nora, tell me I’m not dreaming! It’s so heavenly to be “Ob! Nora, tell me I’m not dreaming.” away from all that clamor —to be where it’s quiet—to be back here, dearest, with you—with you!”* And what could a loving womtt say to that? (Continued Next Week) LOST AXE In bottom on dirt road this side of Jimmie Bunn’s. Finder return to S. R. Clarke or tZebulon Record of fice. v.’urrnimmt PffATfPNAf OdOtQ It may not cost you much in coin The Order shown above to join; Yet, if you know not why you do, It may expensive prove to you. Here is a fact for you to note: You never will be made the goat, If when new furniture you buy, For value and for price you try
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