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it ' ' \ ' ' SHIXING I'ALACE \ By ciiimsiim: \VIIITI\4. PAiniOTEU ro|»«iH|ht i>% « hnsiim \\ hilinif l*iirm«*i»l<T THE STORY CHAPTER I—James Lambert trice ta .train to dissuade hla beautiful foster daughter. Leonora, from marrying Dob Mason, young “rolling atone,” whom he 'likes but of whom he ditapprovea ac cording to hla conventional business-man 'standards. He tells her, "Unless a house [la founded upon a rock, It will not sur vive." Leonora suspects the Influence of ter half-brother. Ned. always jealous of the girl since the day hla 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 trank understanding be "’een the two. CHAPTER n—Sitting up late Into the night, Lambert reviews the whole story, of Nora as a child, at boarding school. Studying music abroad, meeting Don oil the return trip. In the morning hb de- Uvera his ultimatum, to give Don a job with Ned for a year’s showdown. When Mara suggests the possibility of running away with Don. Lambert threatens dls tohcrltance. Don agrees to the job, but before a month Is over, his nerves are jumpy, be cannot sleep at nlfht. he is •so fired to go out muon with Nora, and admits to her that be feels stifled. Nora soothes him with her music. He falls asleep and his face is mors peaceful than ft has boss) la many weeks. CHAPTER m—Nora grows Quieter, and broods aver Don. complains to her falter of Mod's spying on him. and do ddee that rather than see Don's spirit broken, she will run away. She urges ter tether 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 tlroe of her bargain It will be use spring, Don la full of unrest and wander lust, and takes long walks at night One evening n poor girl speaks to him, and la his pity tor her. he gives her 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 hit fathgr about Don's svenlngs awsy from Not*, but Lambert refuses to lis ten. Meanwhile. Don broods ovsr the un •■affiwuf V-irtt; <b. heat wave, when Don is finding every thing Insupportable, Ned speaks of hav ing the foods on him. having seen him give a girl money. When Ned scoffs at the true atory of the episode. Don knocks him down, and la through. Hs calls Nora, who Insists on running away with him to get married, realizing It Is ter job to restore Don’s faith in himself. Her good-by to her father la met with *°cl?AP^rEß* n vi—Don and Nora go to Maine and settle down in the studio of Carl Venable, a famous artist friend of Don's, whose daughter he saved from drowning. Nora writes her tether. There Is no answer, except her baggage, con taining her entire wardrobe, ana SI,OOO hidden in a gold mesh bag. CHAPTER Vll—After a tranquil sum mer. which partly restores Don's health, Don and Nora accept the Venablea’ in vitation to Capri tor the winter. Nora realizes the la to have a baby, but says nothing to change their plana. She is also reluctant to go so far from her fa ther. and writes him of their sailing. At the dock, Nora, feeling that bar tether la there, wave* good-by. CHAPTER Vm ' On the evening of the day when Don and Leonora sailed for Italy, Ned Lambert looked up from a lei* surely perusal of the evening paper, and exclaimed: "Os all things! Mr. and Mrs. Donald Mason on the pas senger list of the Larino! They sailed today. Do you suppose Dad knew it?" Corinne, painstakingly wading through the most talked of novel of the month and bored to death by it, laid down the book with a tense of momentary release. "He must know. I dare say he's paying for the trip. How else could they manage it? Your father may pretend he doesn't help them, Ned; but can you see him denying Nora anything she may have set her heart on? Os course he knows." "I'm not so sure." Ned arose, walked uneasily across the room and back again, pausing beside her chair. "I'm not so sure,’’ he re peated. "Dad never speaks of Nora; and once, when I ventured to ask a question about Don, he shut me up in away he hasn’t done since I was twelve years old! That’s straight, Corinne. I don’t know that he ever hears from her; but if he happens to see this passenger list and discovers that she’s left the country, it may upset him. Want to go ’round and see how the land lies?” THE ZEBULON RECORD. ZEBULON, NORTH CAROLINA,FRIDAY, APRILB,I93B Corinne glanced at the novel. "I really can’t, Ned. Thia book is to be reviewed at the club tomor row. and unless I’m willing to ap pear a—a moron, I’ve got to finish it. And it’s the dullest thing I ever tackled. Long, solid pages without a word of conversation. Run along by yourself. I’ll try to get through it before bedtime.’’ Ned laughed. Though he kept it well throttled, he was not without a mild sense of humor, ant* *•'«: wife’s struggle to do the proper thing sometimes amused him. "I’d rather be considered almost anything than to read a book which bored me to that extent,” he told her frankly. "Sure you won’t go? I sha’n’t stay long; and we both need exercise. Mustn’t get tubby as we get old, Corinne." “Tubby!” Corinne, who was proud of her expensively corseted figure, bristled with indignation. "You’d better compare me with other wom en of my age, not with those slinky stenographers in your office. But I can’t go anyhow, even if I do need exercise. I must write to Junior. He may be homesick these first days at school.” "That’s right," said Ned. "Give the kid my love, dear; but please don’t send him any money. His al lowance is ample; and It isn’t good for a boy of his age to have too much.” Corinne smiled pleasantly; nod ded good-by; and said to herself as the front door closed: "Well, I didn’t promise, and it won’t do a bit of harm to slip in something. A boy likes to make a good impres sion on his schoolmates; and con sidering our position in society Jun ior’s allowance isn’t what it should be. That’s Father Lambert’s do ings. He’s forever harping on the notion that too much spending mon ey spoils a boy; yet when it came to Nora nothing was too much for her to throw away. I’ll write the letter now, before Ned gets back.” Ned Lambert reached his father’s house and, inserting a latch key, opened the door quietly, dropped his hat onto a chair, end went toward the living room. Nobody here! Per haps his father was in the library. Ned moved down the halL A fire blazed cheerily on the hearth in this smaller room, but the daven port with its gorgeous Bokhara cov ering on which James sometimes threw himself for an after-dinner nap, was now unoccupied. Dad must be away, thought Ned. It was stupid not to have called up before walking over; but his father hadn’t mentioned an engagement, and he seldom went out evenings these days. Perhaps one of the maids would know. Ah! here was Martha. Good old Martha, ever on the alert for burglars! She’d heard his prowling and . . . "Oh, it’s you, Mr. Ned! I thought it might be someone who didn’t belong here." Ned smiled. "You're a good watchman, Mar tha. Is father out?" "He’s upstairs, Mr. Ned." "Upstairs! Isn’t he feeling well?*’ "He had John light the fire is Mias Nora's room. He’s taken to sitting there quite often.’’ "He has?" Ned’s eyes looked puzzled, and with a cautious glance toward the wide stairway, Martha closed the door. Corinne once said that Mar tha Berry was as much a part of James Lambert’s fine old house as the front door was. She had lived there for half of her more than fifty years, keeping his house beautiful ly, a faithful servant of the old der, and a friend to all who bora the name of Lambert. She said, reading the question In Ned’s eyes: "It’s this way, Mr. Ned: The house is so-so still, you see, with out Miss Nora. It’s like a tomb. Even my cook notices the differ ence.’’ (To Martha Berry James Lambert’s servants were her own.) "She would have given warning weeks ago if I hadn’t scolded her. I said: ’Don’t be a fool, Sally. There’s no one else can make a black bean soup that sets well on Mr. Lambert’s stomach, and he’s very fond of it,' so she stayed on. But she says the stillness makes her nervous, Mr. Ned, and I think she’s right "The coffee wasn’tclear this morn ing. Your father likes qld-fashioned coffee, made with an egg. There’s none better, but it has to be made with care or the grounds won’t set tle. Sally’s as good a cook as I ever had. She knows your father’s ways x and she’s good tempered; but iSsEHr'' y vH|HnK "The house b so still ritbosi Miss Nora." she misses Miss Nora. Your father likes her cooking but he doesn't tell her so. Why should he? But Miss Nora was always running into the kitchen. She’d say: ‘Oh, Sally, that cream pie was simply wonderful!’ or, ‘Don’t you ever dare get mar ried and leave us, Sally. I could die happy eating your potato puff!’ —You know her way, Mr. Ned—not dignified maybe, but my girls loved her and it kept them happy. My housemaid cries now when she dusts the piano. She always left the door ajar when Miss Nora was playing, and many’s the time Miss Nora asked her in to listen. "You can see for yourself that it’s not the same place without your sister; and Mr. Lambert feels it. That’s why he sits there in her room so much. It makes her seem nearer. I know as well as if he’d told me, which he’d die rather than do, or my name’s not Martha Ber ry. He’s stubborn, your father, if you’ll excuse my saying ao. Not that he isn’t the finest man that ever lived, as I’ve reason to know if ever anybody had. “You were a boy at the time, but in my mother’s long illness he paid all her bills. If she had been his own mother he couldn’t have done more; and he sent my nieces to business college, too. But for all that ha can be stubborn when he gets a notion into his head; and thare’va been times during the last 30 years when if I hadn’t known my place, Mr. Ned, I would have thrown things at him.” Martha spoke so seriously, and looked so like the ideal servant she really was, that it was impossible for Ned Lambert to suppress en tirely a laugh at the idea of her throwing teacups at his father. And being herself not utterly devoid of humor, the woman surmised his thought and smiled, e respectful lit tle smile as she continued: "Maybe you’re thinking I don't know my place, after all. Maybe you think I’m an old meddler; but you were a little boy when I came here, Mr. Ned, and it was I opened the door for your poor father the day he came home carrying Miss Nora, and she looking like nobody at all— poor lamb!—in her outgrown coat Never will I forget her thin little wrists coming out o’ those coat sleeves; and her big, sad eyes, and the trustful way she looked up at Mr. Lambert whan, he set her down. "You see, you’re my family, all of you, Mr. Ned; and I can’t bear that your father’s stubbornness should break his own heart and Miss Nora’s too. VHe should remember that this is the United States, not one o< those foreign countries he hates to travel in where folks pick out husbands for their daughters and hands ’em over like they was bags of mesL And it’s a good boy she’s married. He gave me his seat in the subway one o’ my days off when I was go ing out to my niece Clara’s to hava supper. It takes a gentleman to give up his seat to a woman he’a seen wearing her cap and apron— an old woman too, and not good looking! "Now go up to your father, Mr. Ned; and if you can make him see that it’s only a mule that’ll bite off its nose to spite its face, it’ll aava him a heartache." She opened the door, then as Ned remained silent, added stiffly, re membering "her place": ”1 beg pardon if I’ve offended, Mr. Ned." It was then that Ned Lambert gave way to one of the impulses his wife deplored ("Oh, Ned! she’s only a servant!") an impulse that would have made Nora cheer. Per haps he was remembering the times when in some childhood illness Martha had sat by his bed through the long, dark hours of night, "keep ing him company." Or that it was Martha he went to for comfort on that terrible day when, a heart broken lad of nine, he learned that his mother was never coming home. Whatever it was, Ned crossed tha space between them and put hit arm around those faithful shoulders in e boyish hug. "Offended! How could you possi bly offend a Lambert, Martha, after ell you’ve done for us? But there’s more to this business than you un derstand." The man’s face dark ened. He was recalling a hot June day—a blow that had left his jaw lame for a week. "There are things one can’t forgive, or . .” He paused, not knowing just how to proceed; and the woman said, in the gentle way she had told him many truths in the years gone by: "Excuse me, Mr. Ned, but there’s nothing we can’t forgive—if we care enough. Run along up now. Sun up and see your father." (Continued Next Week) /?/?/? COLDS ODD >m. Aral day Headache !• urinates Liquid, Tablets, Salve, None Dreye Try •*Rub-My-Tism’ , -Werld , s Bad Liniment Patronize Our Advertisers. Professional Cards IRBY D. GILL Attorney & Counselor at Law Phone 2231 Zebulon, North Carolina DR. J. F. 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