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FOURTH INSTALLMENT
When Joyce opened her eyes one
morning to see a fruit-laden orange
tree from the end of the luxurious!
keeping porch where she lay in
bed, she couldn't decide what had j
happened to her, for the last thing j
she remembered was a skidding
taxicab in Chicago on a sleeting
November dag. And when she saw
the circlet of diamonds on her wed
ding finger and when a man who
called her Frills came to bid her
an affectionate good-bye before
leaving home for a hurried busi
ness trip, warning her to be care
ful after her fall from her horse the
day before, she was even more puz
zled. The gorgeous house that was
evidently her home, the faint
brown stains on her fingers? she
had never smoked ? and the initiate
on her toilet articles, F. L. P., ad
ded to her bewilderment. But ? "it's
heavenly," she said. "I'd be per
fectly happy to spend a whole day
right here."
? ? ?
Who was this man? What did he
expect from her?
He was older than Neil Packard,
she realized? older, and wiser. His
dark eyes had heavy, drooping lids
and his mouth a slightly one-sided
" twist to the full hps. The nose was
straight and clean cut, his chin
narrow, while, like Neil, his face
was evenly tanned. He was drafted
in golf togs and had an unmistak
able air of smartness about him.
"I called up while you were
asleep," he went on, pulling out a
silver cigarette case, "did Roxie
tell you? This morning." Without
taking his eyeg from her, he put
two cigarettes between his lips and
lighted them expertly, both from
the same flame. Extinguishing the
match with a quick shake of his
hand, he offered her one of the
cigarettes. From his automatic
manner, it was plain that this was
an accepted procedure.
"I... I don't care for any? now,"
faltered Joyce, making no movie to
take the cigarette and surreptiousty,
attempting to push her chair faft1^
ther back away from him. He w?s
so close that it seemed to hef he
> must be able to look right ^th rough
her eyes and read her confused
thoughts.
"For Heaven's sake, Frills, what's
the matter? Better smoke; your
nerves need steadying. How do you
feel?"
"Well, I have a headache, natur
ally . . . and I feel sort of shaken
up," replied Joyce, dropping her
eyes before his ardent gaze.
"You're damn' lucky it's not
worse," he remarked forcefully,
"what you need is a good stiff drink
right now, and I'm going to give it
to you. Got some real Canadian
rye here, some Jake Townsend got
me." He drew out a large silver
flask, unscrewed and filled the top
and handed it to her. She accepted
it without protest, silently. Perhaps
it would help steady her nerves.
Raising the flasp high in one
hand, he placed his other hand on
her knee, and pressing it with a
sudden strong clasp that made her
wince, he exclaimed softly, "Here's
to Prills, the most marvelous girl
In the world!"
Joyce smiled an embarrassed ac
knowledgement and gulped the liq
uor down hastily.
'.'Peel better?" he inquired, still
watching her closely. "Lord, Prills,
I was in torment till I found out
you weren't seriously hurt! If Neil
doesn't take Fire Queen away where
you can't get at her, I'm going to
do it myself. That beast taught
to be killed, and you know it. If
you weren't such a stubborn little
devil, you'd admit It."
Joyce now knew without doubt
that this man was "Mait." His as
sured tone sent a tremor of appre
hensive terror through her.
"Did Neil get away this morning?"
he asked, flicking ashes from his
cigarette.
"Oh, yes."
"I was afraid he might cut out
the trip on account of your acci
dent, and do us out of our bit. You'll
be all right to go with the crowd
Wednesday?"
Joyce's heart sank. Go where?
"Oh, no, I can't. . . . I . . . don't
feel up to going anywhere . . *
she answered quickly.
Frank perplexity mingled with
real alarm swept over the man's
face. "Judas, you act queer this
morning! Never knew you so quiet
arid ... so queer."
Joyce was thinking desperately,
"I must get rid of l}im. I can't
stand much more of this sort of
thing. . . . I've got to do something
quick. Ill make use of a little
'temperament,' I guess."
She jumped ,to her feet and ex
claimed, "Oh, let me alone! Cant
you see I'm sick? And if you dont
like it, yoti c*p ... . you can . .
she . faltered, her burst of courage
evaporating suddenly, and she turn
ed toward the door, her one thought
to escape.
"I can go to hell," supplied Mait
land. He laughed, without rancor, '
and looked relieved. "Pine I That
sounds more like you, darling."
He followed her with long strides
Into the living room. Joyce, confi
dent now that he understood he
had been dismissed and was about
to leave, turned and held out her
hand to him.
Instead of taking it, however, he
came close to her and swept her into
his arms. "Listen, sweetheart! Ill
come tonight ? up through the gar
den . . ." Between the rapidly mut
tered words, his kisses fell on her
neck and face with scorching touch
and ardor. '
Joyce was aghast to find she4
could not struggle free from his
grip.
At last, her unresponsiveness and
her feeble efforts to free herself
seemed to reach his consciousness.
He lifted his head to gaze inquiring
ly at her. His eyes were humid;
his handsome face moist and flushed.
"Let me go!" gasped Joye, taking
advantage of his slightly relaxed
hold to pull her arms out from un- '
der his. Putting her hands against
She listened In and heard as before
Roxie's calm answer.
"Hullo, Roxle, can I speak to
Prills?" drawled a feminine voice.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Emery, but she
gave order she didn't feel up to
answering the 'phone today."
"Is that right?" with an incredu
lous! note in the voice. Look here,
Roxie, go and tell her I'm on the
wire, will you? Ross and Ed and
Ethel and I want to come over
after dinner. . .
Joyce shuddered. Ross and Ed and
Ethel I Whew! Four new ones at a
blow. Who were they?
When Roxie appeared, Joyce
said, "Plfcase tell Mrs. Emery I
have a headache and I dont feel
'like seeing any one for a day or
two."
She smiled with a touch of mal
ice when she heard Mrs. Emery's*
remark to Roxie. "Say, Roxie, hon
est, did Frills say that? Has Doc
been in today to see her? ....
Frills is sure sick when she won't
see the gang."
Joyce set her lips indignantly at
this further evidence of the un
known Mrs. Emery's familiarity
with her affairs. She was glad that
?i
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?Wyce was aghast to find she con Id nod struggle free from his grip." |
his shoulders, she gave him s*eh a
suddenly violent push that she
broke his hold. He stared at her j
in blank amazement, at the unex
pected repulse, then a shadof cross- j
ed his face. "Prills, something's
happened to you. Has Neil? ?
Is it Neil? Tell me what it's all:
about!"
Joyce backed to the door, fight
ing for self-control. "Let me alone!
Don't touch me ... go away ? " She
was almost sobbing.
"But, sweetheart, 1 can't under
stand it. Don't you love me? What
have I done? Or is it Neil? Has
he been "
Without answering, Joyce fled
upstairs, her knees trembling under
her. The very force of her aversion,
howver, took her to the front win
dow, and, peeping out from behind
the curtain, she watchedl Maitland
getting into a long gray sport road
ster outside the door. He glanced
up and saw her. Joyce dodged back,
angry at having been seen, but not
before she caught the wide confi
dent smile on his face and the
wave of his hand toward her.
TTien she ran into the big bed
room and Shut and locked the door.
"Oh dear! What am I going to do?
Well, next time I'll know enough
to keep at a distance and not give j
him a chance to grab me that way!"
She was interrupted by a knock.
At first, she decided to pay no at
tention. Then, merely to get away
from her own disturbing thoughts,
she hastily opened the door.
Roxie stoood there, holding out a
yellow envelope. "Telegram for you,
Mrs. Packard."
"Oh? Oh, thank you," said Joyce
taking it. When she had torn it
cpen apprehensively, dearding to
encounter further complications.
Joyce read: "HOW ARE YOU
PLEASE WIRE ME HOTEL
BLACKSTONE LOVE NEIL." It
was evidently sent enroute for it
was headed Sacramento.
"He's much nicer than Malt! "she
thought impulsively.
What should she telegraph? She
sat down at the desk and con
sidered.
Then picking up a pencil and
scrap of paper. She finally wrote:
"Everything fine. Don't worry, take
care of yourself. Love. Prills." "I
could use another word. That's only
nine, and my thrifty New England
soul does hate to waste anything.
Shall I say "Much Love'? Ill bet
the telegram, will be different
enough from what he expected
without that. Now, how does one
send it? Telephone It? Or have
the chauffeur, if there is one, at
tend to it?" f
She finally decided ,to telephone
the message. Scarcely had she hung
up the receiver than the bell rang.
Roxie answered with obvious acid
ity, "No, ma'am."
"I like Roxie," she decided grate
fully.
It all began to seem to Joyce like
a species of fantastic game. How
long could she hold off these un
known friends? With the one im
portant exception of Maitland, the
points had so far been in her favor.
With care and good luck she might
continue to win, until there came
the move which would require her
utmost skill ? the return of Neil
Packard.
Her restlessness gradually became
more than mental. She found her
hands moving nervously, the fingers
rubbing together automatically, or
picking up objects aimlessly. When
she sat down it was impossible to
keep her body still for more than a
moment at a time. She realized a
?raving in her for something?
without knowing what It was.
When Roxie appeared to ask
whether she wished dinner, she
gave an affirmative answer, adding
that she would like It served up
stairs, and that she was not at
home to any callers.
"Excitement must make me hun
gry," thought Joyce later as she
sat before the attractive dinner
which Roxie brought to the boudoir
and arranged on a Small round
table. "Anyhow I'm not so far gone
with sock that I can't appreciate
good food when I taste It."
When the sun had disappeared
darkness came on rapidly ? not with
the soft lingering of twilight in the
East. Going out dn the sleeping
porch, Joyce caught her breath with
delight at the brilliance of the start
In that clear deep blue velvet of
the night sky. There seemed to be
more than she had ever seen be
fore, closer together and brighter.
The entire sky was powdered with
stars. She could plainly see the
Scalloped line of the distant moun
tains against the firmament, and
beyond the garden the blossoming
fruit trees spread a carpet of soft
white, faintly shimmering in the i
starlight. Not a building, not an I
artlflcal light, emptiness spread
around her like a pool of fathom- 1
less still water, lonely, awe-inspir
ing.
Joyce sat there until she discov
ered that the night air was actually
cold, a surprising change from the
hot sun of the daytime, and she re
turned to the house.
At ten-thirty Joyce was still so
wide-awake that she had no de- 1
sire to go to bed, but a feeling of
restlessness swept over her again,]
and she could no longer sit still in
front of the Are.
"It must be safe to go down
stairs now. . . . Think IH sneak out
to the kitchen and look for some
thing to eat."
She found the lower part of the
house in total darkness, but remem
bering the cubistic floor lamp just
inside the living room dopr, she
fumbled for it and successfully
Dulled the chain. This gave her
light enough to And the kitchen, h
When she had finished eating,
Joyce tried the back door and
found it locked. Then, before she
went upstairs again, she made the
round of all the windows and doors
on the lower floor.
When she was in bed, Joyce lay
tense for some time, nervously sure
she woifld never go to sleep. She
could not have lain awake long,
for, when she woke to broad day
light, Joyce had no recollection of
a Sleepless vigil in the dark.
She felt so much better that
her courage went up with a sudden
leap. There was a quality about
the brilliant sunshine and clear air
which sent a thrill of pleasurable
excitement through her. The pros
pect pf the coming problems stim
ulated instead of disheartening her.
Today she would play the role of
Mrs. Neil Packard more convincing
ly. . .
CONTINUED NEXT WEEK
PUTTING CITY
MEN OUTDOORS
The great value of President Roo
sevelt's plan for putting a quarter
of a million young men at work in
outdoor labor, of a kind which is
Somewhat vaguely referred to as
"forestry," seems to us to be that
it will probably save most of these
men from becoming bums.
As we understand the plan only
Jobless Enlisting in Reforestation Service Army
? Herewith ia pictured the launching of the recruiting drive to enlist
?250,000 unemployed for President Roosevelt's Reforestation Service plan.
The enlistments are for 6 months duration for jobless between the ages of
18 and 85 years. They receive $1 per day and the applications are passed
upon by relief committees in the respective territories. One provision is
that those given jobs shall assign at least three-fourthi of their pay to
dependents. Enlistments are made at army enlistment quarters following
which those accepted are sent to army camps for conditioning after which
they receive assignments by the Department of Labor. Photo No. 1 shows
jobless making applications. No. 2 shows meals being served recruits from
rolling amy kitchens aad No. 8 show* recruits off for conditioning camps
Faces Hangman'# Noose
Winnie Ruth Jndd, photographed
in her state prison cell at Florence,
?ris^ from where she still fights to
?tade the gallows on April ?I, on a
?onviction for murder.
those between 18 and 25 years old
and having some dependent rela
tives were accepted at first. They
applied at an Army recruiting sta
tion, armed with a letter from some
recognized local relief or welfare as
sociation, testifying to their worthi
ness as objects of relief. They were
then put through a physical exami
nation at the recruiting station.
Those who passed these prelim
inary tests were required to enlist
for six months, signing an agree
ment to perform whatever duties
they might be assigned to and not
to destroy any Government prop
erty. They then went at once on
the payroll, at the rate of one dol
lar a day with food, clothing and
shelter included. Each recruit, how
ever, was required to sign an assign
ment of part of his pay, approxi
mately three-quarters of it, to the
dependent wife, mother, sister or
brother, to be paid direct to the
beneficiary.
The recruits of this Army of Peace
were then sent to the nearest mili
tary post for a period of "condi
tioning," which includes regular ex
ercise and drill, instruction in tak
ing care of their bodies while living
in the open, amenability to disci
pline and the building up of their
physical stamina. This condtioning
was expected to take from four to
six weeks. When completed, the
men are sent in squads to the places
i where they are to labor on public
I works.
Precisely where this work will be
done and what it will consist of is
] not fully explained as yet. Presum
ably it will be in the various Nat
ional Forests, though there is talk
1 of the Government buying a million
I acres or so of unreclaimed land and
putting these men to work on that.
It seems to us that the actual
work accomplished is of less im
portance than the building up of
the men who do it, getting them
into the habit of hard work, enab
ling them to contribute something,
however slight, to the support of
others, and taking them off the city
streets into the wholesome outdoors.
We shall watch this experiment
with interest. ? Autocaster.
' A
Sunday
School
By Charles E. Dunn
JESUS REBUKES SELF-SEEKING
Lesson for April 23. Mark 9:30-50
Oold6n Text: Romans 13jl0
All of us crave popularity. It is
human to seek recognition. But it
is foolish to scramble for it. The
disciples, *in their quarrel as to who
was the greatest,
and therefore en
titled to the hon
ors of rank and
precedence, form
a sorry picture.
Jesus, with
characteristic di
rectness, at once
plunged to the
root of the whole
issue. Greatnejgs,
He insisted, is not
the fruit of the
aggressive seizure
of power, but of Its renunciation.
"If any one wishes to be first, he
must be last of all and servant of
all." This means that the humble,
obscure workman behind the scenes,
an unheralded hero never in the
limelight, never responding to a
curtain call with its ringing ap
plause, may be, by God's standard,
first in value and esteem. He it is
who, when the kingdom of heaven
is established, will be called from
)iis inconspicuous position to a post
of leadership.
Then the Master gave a concrete
demonstration of this principle.
Taking a little child, He placed him
in their midst, embraced hm. and
then "uttered those memorable
words, "Whosoever for my sake re
ceives one such young child as this*
receives me." That child, with its
trustful eyes so full of wonder, its
Innocence, its beauty, its simple
faith, unspoiled by the sordid, self
ish brutalities of our blighted world,
both rebuked the grasping disci
ples, and gave them a needed lesSon.
Was Jesus mistaken In His glori
fication of the child? No Indeed.
Havelook Ellis maintains that the
average man of genius, both in
physique and temperament, is
childlike. "The progress of our
race," he says, "has been a progress
in youthfulness." i
One other say'ng of the Master
in this lesson deeterves careful study.
It is the declaration, "He who is;
not against us is for us." How
lafge-hearted! How generous! How
we find the secret of the Master's
guperb tolerance and magnamity. j
"As usual, when winter gives way
to spring, the farmer becomes op
timistic and plans for another year,
trusting that things will change In
his favor." ? County Agent R. W. '
Pou of Forsyth.
A Card Of Thaaks
We wish to thank each and every
one for their slits and for their
help In any way since our recent
lotiS by Are. We will never forget
your kindness and may God bless
you alL
Mr. and Mrs. Geo. T. Gentry
and Family.
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John H. Miller of Orange County
built a brooder house with a brick
brooder and a separate laying
house for a cash outlay of 17.50,
says Don Matheson, county agent.
The houses were built of logs and
covered with home-made shingles.
The money was spent for glass and
hardware.
There are 7,000 bridges In Eng
land unfit for modern traffic.
Wedding Stationery
Correct form in wedding invitations
allows so little leeway that the
whole charm becomes entirely de
pendent upon the exacting work
manship and judgment of the
printer. The achievement of our
. printers you will find as near per
fection as human craftsmanship
will allow.
The Courier
Phone 39 Roxboro, N. C.
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Some men have this on their chests
From all the latest reports, however, there are fewer
tattoos and more Hanes Undershirts on men's chests, these
days. Twenty-five cents is all a Hanes Shirt costs I And
that's why men (and wives who buy for their men) go
for Hanes in a big way.
Aside from the low price, though, other things are help
ing Hanes to get on men's chests. Take a look at the
length of the shirt. It tucks down deep inside the shorts,
and actually stays there! Try the cloth between your
hands. See how soft and springy it is. Washing won't
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five cents? If you don't know a Hanes dealer, please write
P. H. Hanes Knitting Co., Winston-Salem, N. C. j .
Hanes has luxurious Lisle, Du
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Hanes Shorts never clutch the
crotch or cramp the hips. Guar
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25c 35c 50c
Some Hanes Union Siiits are
50c. The Samsonbak ? Sanfor
ized so it won't shrink ? has the
patented, no-rip, no-break 1C[
belt. Only I w
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FOR MEN AND BOYS FOR EVERY SEASON
' Leggett's Dept. Store
Headquarter* For
Hanes Underwear .
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