PAGE EIGHT BMP-"— J — ~zr = \ OUR PRIVATE CHAPEL AFFORDS PRIVACY, COMFORT The modern funeral chapel proridee all (he privacy and comfort of a pri- I rate residence pins every facility and eervice that the funeral director ha* at hand. Oat mortuary is a beautiful and restful place that provides our pa trons with a type and character of aervioe unequalled. AMBULANCE SERVICE BELL & HARRIS FUNERAL HOME Open Day and Night I’bone «40 W •“ Sesqui-Centennial Exposition PHILADELPHIA, PA. I June 1-Novermber 30, 1926 E— Special Excursion Fares i:: ; VIA i Southern Railway System I; v ; ’ Tickets on sale daily from aU ~ Southern Railway stations up to and including' September Z- 30tfi* final return linxit all tick : » ets fifteen days including date | -of sale. ?|..§ Stop-overs permitted at \\ ash §Nl ingtOn and Baltimore in each ~ direction within final limit of •r tickets. Fine trains, excellent sched utes, pullman sleeping cars, Z day. coaches and dining car | | service. * . For further information and | ! pullman sleeping car reserva tions call on any Southern l/g. Railway agent or address: i| R. H. GRAHAM, D. P. A. Charlotte, N. C. Token ‘Package WHAT a gift, this Huy leris Token Package! From the first delicious choco late to the last, it will gladden the heart of the most particular candy lover, $1.50 per pound. PEARL DRUG | CO. ■N't' 22 PHONES 722 I O trs : ©ur Funeral Home is equipped L In a dignified manner of Com plete appointment. Facilities & ikat properly meet each re- KJfuirement of a ceremony of I Wilkinson’s Frnier. |j alHome phone • \ Open Day tod Night ■■■— R A t^Mo jl AdttKrt- FKJUB* J| Ik Jhbiishld bu arrcmtmnl with Uirit national Picture* [' •'YouTl never get to Apia, dartin', you nor ’im. Especially you, wot'll jsave me the blinkin’ trouble of look in’ fer a gal.” He yanked her dose |md kissed her—acli, that filthy jnouth!—hopped with pain at the vic ious impact of a sharply pointed shoe and yelled out further orders in the lingo. Brown hands ran through Tony’s pockets. Another heave, an other settling, another breathless path, the booming of the sea. 1 “Nothing? All right, then, take a dose of my legal medicin’ and ’ave a jolly time.” He put his hand on the {writhing Chrissie —God, how blue Ithem eyes were, Wot a fine little bit {she was—stowed under his massive .arm, went to the door of his room Jfor culprits and flung ft open wide. “All together, boy*,” .he said, proud of his ingenuity inside, and stood ■batik with a grin. fer * if flfllr©*. They fell together—one insensible, | the other in utter weakness and col lapse. “You dirty dog!” cried Tony, fight ing like the very devil. By Jove, these men of his were fit!—But it (was no use. They pinned his arms jo his sides, twisted their sinewy legs hound his leg?, worked him jerk by Jerk to the roo mand fell in in a slithering brown cluster. Whereupon Quex slammed the door and with a yell of pain dropped Chrissie. She had bitten one of his fingers to the bone. Rushing to the door and out into the sunlight, she cried, “Help, Help," Imtil her voice broke like a crushed bamboo and trailed away. “Oh, God, oh, God, help Tony, my Tony, in his trouble. Oh, please, please.” 1 No shrieks, like those of the pre vious night, came from that closet of torture, but a deep groan, and a long intake of breath through clenched teeth, again and yet again. { “That’s the stuff that makes ’em (x a nice soft mood. Go on, mer ,rawny boys. I’ll give yer the tip Lo stop.” “Stop,” cried Chrissie. “Stop. He hasn’t got the paper.” t ■ “Oh. wot a naxighty little liar, wiv them blue eyes too.” “I teil you he hasn’t got it. I have. / have.” “’Ere, wot d’ yer take me for? Give a tiling like that to a Winkin’ woman? ’E ain’t sich a silly ass as that.” Again those groans, and again. An oath, and a scuttle of feet. The booming of the sea. Chrissie flung herself on the floor with her arms round Quex’s knees. '“Have mercy and I’ll give you the Ipaper. I’ll give you anything. I’ll Igive yt>u myself.” 1 “Oh, the lovsy-dovsy. Oh, dear me, wot a wheedler! I’ll take yer when I want ver, darlin’. Bet yer (life on that.” She couldn't stand it! It was aw ful. Tony, her beautiful Tony, be ing broken on the wheel. . . . She threw herself at the door, hammered ,and hammered; ran about the room, (distraught, agonising; seized the 'whip with the loaded handle and tried to use it, and was pitched against the sofa, where she lay. And all in frpnt of the cottage ther# were heads—thore and more heads; pdd cries artd growing mur murs, the patter of running feet like heavy rain, the booming of the sea. “Shove ’im art,” cried Quex. “That’s enough for this time. ’E’s agoitt’ ter be a good young feller nar-” f It Was Chrissie’s scream that refit the sunshine as Tony, the immacu late Tony, was helpei out of that mimeyal room. His face was grey,, tils forehead Beaded with globules of pain. Hit effithes were tom and. dis hevelled, his left arm hung limp, broken at the Shoulder. He swayed and tottered on his trembling legs. But he turned towards Chrissie and tried to cheer her-With his winning i (smile. (’Didn’t I say he was a • bloomin’ gent?) . i ! “Ah, that’s the way," said Quex. "*E’s blinkin’ well enjoyed ’isself. I | «atd ’« would.” “Ycm*re —you’re a very—charming person,” gasped Tony, edging to the blinkin’ error. Come, I like yer mood. Ten me where ter find 1 (pier paper, and me and fixer missus’ll tfifk yfir up In .bed, make, yer cosy sntfia tot o’ whMty anditwlrte yer Jflre ’arpfa^wigek^ 0 £ fcAjmd first, add With his his arms up, brought down the load cd cud upon his bullet head, w*ih a most magnificent crash. They fell together—the one insen sible, the other in utter weakness and collapse. _ 1 And before Chrissie could stir a finger, fixe six paid slaves of a brutal master lifted Tony to the sofa, sig-- nailed to their fellow natives behind the wall of the garden, and fell upon' the prostrate form of the man they so bitterly hated with loud and joy.y ful cries. In ar instant the room was filled with dark-brown bodies that swarmed upon the despot like birds of prey,—plucking, rending, tearing, and drowning the boom of the sea with long-drawn yells of bliss | VIII Chrissie was • sitting by she bed,! holding Tony’s quivering hand. The] doctor from Apia had made him l comfortable and he was sleeping onj his back. The gate clicked agaifi for the* twentieth time that day. T’nc chant-, ing in the village never ceased. Some one wearing shoes entered the sitting, room on tiptoe and opened the bed-; room door. It was Pollock, gleam-' ing with perspiration, a martyr to mosquito bites. He raised his long forefinger and whispered, “Can you come ?” Chrissie nodded, placed Tony’s un broken arm on the bed with the ut most tenderness, bent over his flaccid body for a moment in love and ad miration, crept into the sitting rooraj and closed the bedroom door. “My dear,” said Mortimer Pollock to the tiny, devoted girl. “You look as though you’d been through an' earthquake.” “It doesnt’ matter. Nothing mat-j ters,” she answered. “Tony’s alive.’', “It’s difficult to understand why! He must have the constitution of an ox. May I smoke?” Chrissie’s gesture of permission was not only eloquent hut humorous.; To be asked such a civilised question: after such a day—in that place He led her to the wicker sofa and sat with a sigh of relief. He could have grumbled about the heat. He dared not trust himself to speak about the insects. All the same, he had put in a most unusual and excit ing day, the incidents of which he would have held up to the most , scathing ridicule if he had read of •them in one of the current books. “Well, I took the doctor hack to Apia in the launch. A competent man. He will be here again tomor row and onwards. He told me to say that he will have Tony on hit legs by the end of the month. H« understood the excellence of your nursing abilities and nerve, when I informed him of the way in which you came by them. He will have a far more difficult job with Quex though, whom we took 'to the hos pital in the most appalling mess.” As Chrissie put a hand over her eyes, the celebrations in the village continued with undimned enthusi asm. It seemed to have been taken for granted that the tyrant’s reign was over. “Um,” said Pollock. "If Evan* and I hadn't come upon those ghast ly rejoicings at that very minute, your friend Quex would have been taken into the village like a picture puzzle. He was almost in pieces as it was. There would have been a memento in every adobe on the isl and. From your vivid description of the affair and that man’s methods, l can’t help, feeling sorry that we ar rived in time. It was a pity to pre vent these simple people from in dulging in their very natural ven geance.” “Will he die?” asked Chrissie, who would have confessed to a similai sorrow if any one had asked her. “Probably not,” said Pollock. “Have you never noticed that those who are dear to the world fall ou( iiefore their allotted time, while the had men in every walk of life, espe cially politics, go on in the very besl of health to a ripe old age? I don’t suppose that I shall ever have thij doubtful pleasure of seeing Quexj because the Captain has decided to start on the return journey at thq end of next week. It appears that the thoughtful Sherwod had left the} necessary money in the. purser’s ■ hands. But you will see him again, I have no,doubt. As soon as his various limbs have been reattached to his extremely unpleasant trunk) lie’ll come back to the island, to de mand the sight of the deeds." “Yes, hut by that time,” said Chrissie, “we shall have lodged them with the Consul and the island will be ours.” ‘You think so?” ‘Yes, of course. Why not?” Forgetting that he was so fad away from 1922, Pollock looked about for an aSh tray, and not find ing such a thing, imitated the code! of manners of the younger genera tion with an easy flick. “Well,” hq said, “I don't know Why, bfif certain sentences in Old Lord Stirling's let 4 ter flashed into toy mind just now; And, do you know, it occurred to me that having had his leg pulled sq often by Tony in the past, he mighf have retaliated by inventing those deeds byway of a most sardonic posthumous gibe.” 1. Chrissie was too amazed to speak. She already had been through so much harrowing that day that this new suggestioh of dire misfortune took her breath away. t “I never -mto Lord Stirling, but I’ve known a hoit of hb telloV countrymen—Fleet Street reeks or Harris tweed—and I can’t forget that Futrritfrarsiig sting.” (I** if (fontixued) , 1 : ts EEr m '*■ '"fir - [THE CONCORD DAILY TRIBUNE StatesvtKe’s Grand OM Mafi. Stqnly Newa-Herald. While in Statesville the other day we met one of the most remarkable men we have ever known. He was Captain TV. H. H. Gregory, of that city. Shortly after we had been in troduced to him. some one asked him . ‘‘Captain, how old are you?” “Only SO,” came back the Xprompt answer. Frankly, we were staggered, for the captain did not look to be over 05. if that. Onr interest'was at once kindled and so we fired many question at our new “young friend.” He can near as well as a young man. his eye-sight is undimmed, his step is fairly quick and sure, he appears as much inter ested in what is going on over the state and the country ns any young or middle aged man. In other words, he is remarkable in every way. Captain Gregory is a native of Vir ginia. but has lived in this state for / many years. He is a Confederate vet eran and talks interestingly of the great war between the states. Cap taiu Gregory is a gentleman of the old school, a typical southern gentle , man. "You have the finest man in , the world living at Albemarle,” said I Captain Gregory. "He is Mr. John j 3. Efird.” j "Some years ago." he went on. ”1 j had some business dealings with Mr. 1 Efird and had occasion to be in Albe ! marie. And while there. 1 must say . . 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Truly he is one who has '“grown old gracefully.’’ A Waif of War. Paris. Oct. 9.—After being ignorant of the whereabouts of her family since the beginning of the war, Renee Vatin, then a little Uelgian girl of four, has at last succeeded in tracing them. Her father, who joined the colors in 1914, was killed almost immediately, and. her mother being dead, Renee was sent to tier grandmother at St. Quen tin. Her brothers and sisters were brought up by other relations. When, in 1917. the population of St. Quentin was ordered to evacuate, her grandmother died and Renee lost ail trace of her family. She wandered into German territory and was sent to Switzerland. Finally she went to Lyons, where the authorities made extensive inquiries for her relations. 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