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THE ZEBULON RECORD, ZEBULON, NORTH CAROLINA, FRIDAY, APRIL 15,1938 V ; > ' ■% ' ‘ Slll\l\<> PALACE ♦. I -By ciihistim: wmxiMi PAKMENTER ■' *. ( npyiiqhl 111 ( brinlinr Mliiliiiii I’apnifiiliT W\l SERVILE , THE STORY CHAPTER I—James Lambert trie* to vain to dissuade his beautiful foster daughter, Leonora, from marrying Don Mason, young "rolling stone,” whom he 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 on 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 lumpy, 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 Eton quits she will quit with him: that he will be through witn her. He adds that if she tires of her bargain it will be use Ips« tr> pome to him for h<»ln 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 her money. A car passes at that moment, flashes headlights and moves on. A terrific heat ■wave ushers in the summer, ana 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 dermining of his moral** 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 ComDiete silence CHAPTER Vl—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 father. There is no answer, except her baggage, con taining her entire wardrobe, and 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 Venables' in vitation to Capri for the winter. Nora realizes she is to have a baby, but says nothing to change their plans. She is also reluctant to go so far from her fa ther. and writes him of their sailing. At the dock. Nora, feeling that her father is there, waves good-by. “And when 1 got there,” Ned told hii wife later that evening, “Dad was sitting in the big wing-chair in Nora’s bedroom. There was a fire on the hearth, and the place did look more—well, more cheerful, perhaps, than the rooms downstairs. He was reading a letter, but when he glanced up and saw me he stuffed it into a pocket, which made me wonder if it was from Leonora. I thought—honestly, Corinne, I sort of felt that he didn't like my find ing him there. He got right up and said: "Why didn’t you telephone? If I’d known you were coming over I’d have been downstairs.” “Did you go down then?” “No. It was plain he wanted to; but I said: ’Sit still. Dad. I’m only going to stay a minute. Did you know that Nora sailed for Italy this afternoon?’ You see, Corinne, I thought it was better to speak right out I felt, after what Martha’d said, that it might do him good to talk, if he once got started.” “What’d he say?” “Nothing, for just a minute. 1 think my question took him a bit off guard. But yea know Dad! He can always pull himself together. And after a minute he said quietly: ’Yes, I know.’ That’s all, Corinne. It made me feel almost uncomfort able—as if he’d said: ‘lt’s none of your business, Ned. Get along home.' You know what I mean.” "Oh* XfiSa I taiQWl” Corinne’• eye» narrowed unpleasantly. “He made me feel that way just after Nora left, when I was trying to tell him that he’d done exactly right. I’m fond of your father, Ned, but there are times when he irritates me to distraction.” A vision of the faithful Martha slinging teacups, caused Ned Lam bert to smile a little. Then his wife asked: “Did you speak of Nora any more?” “We did because I rather forced the subject—not because 1 was cu rious, you know, but I wanted to help him if I could. Dad’s had such a lot of trouble through his family, Corinne. I’ve always—ever since I was old enough to think about it— wanted to feel that I, who’ve never gone against his wishes, had made it up to him. But tonight, sitting there in Nora’s bedroom, it came over me that I was accountable for this last break that’s hurt him more than anything since the trouble with my—my mother.” “You accountable!” Corinne closed the most talked of novel of the month, forgot its 50 unread pages, and gave him her entire at tention. “Os all the absurd state ments! What would your father have had you do when that fellow hit you? Turn the other cheek?” “It was a jaw, dear,” Ned re minded her in a feeble attempt at humor. He hated his wife to get “worked up.” "If that’s supposed to be funny,” she retorted, “I don’t see the joke. Why, you were black and blue! If your father hadn’t stood by you he’d have been a beast. Ned. Well, what else did you say?” "Not much. I ventured the re mark that I wondered how their trip was financed; and Father answered with that uncanny way he has of understanding something you haven’t said: ‘Well, I didn’t finance it, if that’s troubling you.’ That riled me a little, I’ll admit, but I kept my temper. I felt so sorry for him, Corinne. I’ve never thought of my father as being an old man; but he looked old tonight, old and unhappy. I decided not to say anything further about Nora; and then with the best intention in the world, I put my foot in it!” “How?” Ned smiled, regretfully. “It was this way: As the atmos phere seemed a little strained I got up and began moving about the room. That’s such a beautiful room, Corinne.” “Beautiful?” That shows your ig norance of such things, Ned.” Cor inne spoke as one with authority. “I’ll admit it has a sort of charm; but it’s no special period, so in an artistic way it’s not correct. Why< that wing-chair you spoke of is cov ered with flowered chintz and there are silk hangings at the win dows! Imagine making such an er ror. And the bed and bureau are early American, while the rug (which must have cost your father a small fortune, too) is Oriental. Besides, so many books are out of place in a bedroom. Any good dec orator would tell you that. But Nora refused any advice, you know; and that room’s just like her. Aw fully pretty if you admire that sort of thing, but—well it’s really a hedge-podge.” “A damn fine hodge-podge,” re torted Ned. “A*d it was that early American bed that made the trou ble. I’ve always thought it the hand somest bed I ever saw. I stopped beside it to admire one of the posts. I never expected to stir Dad up when I asked where it came from. He didn’t answer right away, so I turned around and —honestly, Cor inne, he looked as if someone had struck him. Then he pulled him self up and said: ‘lt came from a country auction down in Maine. It was a rainy day. Only one antique dealer to compete with and he didn’t know his business. I got that bed for forty dollars.’ ‘1 said: ‘You certainly got a bar gain, and any time you want to get rid of it . . ” “Well?” prodded Corinne as her husband stopped. “That, it seems, was my mis take. Father said, and his voice was exactly as cold as if I’d been some smart Aleck trying to get the better of him in a business deal. That bed is not mine to get rid of, as you unpleasantly put it It be longs to my daughter.’ Just that, Corinne.” Ned’s wife sat up so suddenly on the chaise longue that the great American novel dropped unheeded to the floor. “Oh, calm down, my dear. I didn’t have to. I guess he saw by my (ace how awfully surprised I was, for he came over and put his arm across my shoulders —said I mustn’t pay any attention to him— that he was upset about something. We didn’t quarrel. Never have, you know. We sat down again and talked about nothing in particular— the stock market—the weather— anything in fact, except Nora! He promised to go to bed soon as I left.” But James Lambert didn’t go to bed just then. He sat quite still in Nora’s big wing-chair ("I want one big enough to curl all up in. Dad dy!”) until he heard the front door close and knew that he would not be interrupted- Then he drew from a pocket the letter he was reading when Ned came in. Not that he didn’t know it pretty well by heart, having already perused it a dozen times, as he did all Nora’s letters. His eyes lingered on the signature— those childish black crosses below it. James knew instinctively that she had kissed them as she used to in the days of little-girlhood. The same Nora, and yet not the same . . . Never, never, he vowed with stubborn bitterness, would she be the same to him . . Never again would he let her get near enough to hurt him . , . And then, softly: "I wonder if she could possibly have seen me, there on the pier ... I don’t be lieve so ... I kept well back until the very last, and there was such a crowd . . . But it was strange, too, the Way she waved at the last mo ment . . . very strange ... I could have sworn, even at that distance, that her face brightened . . (Continued Next Week) FORDS TO CELEBRATE GOLDEN WEDDING Henry Ford and his wife, Clara Bryant Ford, celebrated their gold en wedding on Monday of this week. The day was also the 71st anniversary of Mrs. Ford’s birth. The observance was informal and took place at the home of a son, Edsel Ford, at Dearborn, 111. FOR RENT! Two Rooms over Zebulon I)ru£ Store. Newly paint ed. Suitable for Offices or Apartment. E.C. Daniel SEE THfpNEW AIR-CONDITIONED 30 DAYS FREE TRIAL Little River Ice Co. Zebulon, N. C. Phone 2871 ODD .EVER first day . Headache SO minutes Liquid, Tablets, Salve, Nose Drops Try “Rub-My-Tism”-World’s Best Liniment FOR SALE! 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