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Burton-Chance-Walker FURNITURE AND STQVES Reidsville, N. C. BOOK TICKETS On Sale At Yancey ville Drug Co. TEN TICKETS FOR $5.00 Good In Either Direction Between YANCEYVILLE AND DANVILLE Why worry with a car in cold weather? Ride the Bus and let us do the worrying. L\ DURHAM-DAN VILLE BUS LINE .........-...»»■■■."■— Overplaying ;i - Her Hand By MARTHA M. WILLIAMS ; t<J" v--11 'j^rTr^nt ■■ ; 1 (Copyricht.l YOU must learn mab-Jongg!” ^ • Miss Dorrance said to Lur i toe, who shook an obstinate head, answering: “Wind In It—your temper gives me all of that 1 can stand.” Miss Dorrance set her teeth. This country girl so brutally truthful had, money, youth, beauty of sorts, most of all, Elverson as a family friend— Elverson whom Miss Dorrance re vered as a deml-god of literature, and coveted as -a husband. Distinctly hard lines to have to endure from the girl—yet without the money she was paying there would be no go ing on. Miss Dorrance had rather plunged tn surroundings and hospitali ties the three years since she came from Paris, It had not seemed haz ardous with the constant Trevor, who owned sixty years and half as many millions, at hand for taking when she would. Then Elverson had dawned, tempting her to dally desperately In the matter of Trevor. In revenge Fate had snuffed Trevor out by help of his French motor car. Elverson had said tentatively to Miss Dorrance: “Can you be sorry enough for a glrl-cnlld to let me fetch her here and have you show her about for a year or so? No charity under stand—name a stiff figure, as her guardian, I’ll be glad to pay It. She’s so alone, an orphan—man-bred until two years back when her father died. Since then she’s tried out schools— and been as miserable In them as a I wild colt in a stall.” | Tims Fate nad nrougnt tnem to gether, the woman, poised, hard aa i steel—and aa chill—world-wise, ex perienced, In the middle thirties, and i the slim-girl of roseate nineteen with the look of untouchedness In her bright wide-set eyes. Her father had guarded and shielded her like a Jewel. Facing sure death he had appealed to ; El verson: “Marry her when she grows i up, Bill—she’ll do you credit—need no curb—If she' doesn't know there Is j one. But let her think It’s your no tion—If she knew It was mine she’d j marry you, If she hated you outright," Elverson had promised-—with a look, a hand-grip—one hand already . growing cold—to find himself rather ; bewildered when the stress of feel- i In* was past. He knew Lurline j only as a tiny child, a miss of ten. | Her father had died on the voyage j from India, so It was weeks before i he saw her transformed Into some- \ thing still, piteously alone. He was eager to watch each do- j velopment of her new phase with j Miss Dorrance, hence a reckless i caller, regardless of hours. “You’ye tryln’ to catch us with our dlsposl- i tlons In curl-papers," I.urllne girded at him, shaking her curly locks In 1 his face sometimes—and getting her j ears boxed for the Impertinence. But j he never discovered In her anything j rude or loud. She was honest, but not brutalty truthful as Miss Dorrance appraised her. As child of the house she acquired herself well, showing Miss Dorrance exactly the proper deference, but. pretending to nothing more. They entertained In select fashion. They went about to the choicest private functions—Miss Dorrance had truly the grand entree. Thus I.urllne came In view of glided youth a-plenty, laughed with and at them, dance If she chose, had no crushes. i \rni8 imiu me t*™ w« Mnyne, sponsored by the great' El verson, his nephew and heir pre sumptive. Lurllne liked him so gen uinely she tried hard to fight off his lnfntuntlon—but In vain. After a month of It Miss Dorrance eamc one vacant afternoon upon Iair line prone on the library couch, her hands behind her head, smiling hap pily. "Only think—that child, Elvers, thinks he wants to marry me," she said almost dreamily. "What would you say to It?” "That It Is—what he was brought here for.” Miss Dorrance answered, smiling almost humanly. She' had begun to fear wildly that El verson was not Indifferent to her charge. "How funny! What makes Jon think so’ You surely don’t mean Uncle Bill led him a lamb to the slaughter?" Lurttne mufmured. Miss Dorrance took her courage In both hands and said breathlessly: i “Yon must understand—you are not the least bit stupid." "Thanks for the first compliment," Lurllne half sighed, "hut—I still don’t see what Elver’s turning mooncalf can mean to—everybody." “You accepted him?” from Miss Dor ranee, her face white and drawn. “That’s my affair—and his." from Lurllne placidly. * Miss Dorrance pulled her to her feet, saying In a hard vojee: ‘‘Tour guardian, Mr. Klvcrson, feels bound to remain single so long as he has you in charge. He brought his nephew here to match him with you—once that ts done—he can plan for himself—" “He’s old enough to know what he wants,” Lurllne Interrupted. “He does know," gasped Miss Dor rance. “We have been engaged months —now he ts tired of waiting—’’ “Why, the miserable old Mormon —I’ve been engaged to him since the a rat nf-Last K»"’.r’’ 1 nrl1-; saldT smll [ J .1 ♦ __i • '.i ■ Ing softly. “I Inid to toll Elver to i pacify him. Unde Rill is coinin’ In about five minutes—then we’ll tell him to make hi» choice—and be ; hanged to him." i “He’s abend of :ime.” Elver* >n said from tiic d<*or. coining In to hat Lur Ilne over the head with a spray of orchids, • '*—■.* ■ -=» (Copyright.) PETER DICK JONJBS was dressing for his wedding. His keen, dark face Was strained as he struggled with his tie, and It did not clear even when he shrugged Into his coat and stood forth as handsome a bridegroom as any girl could dream about Perhaps he was thinking of the first time he had dressed for a wedding—his own— and had stood there in the chancel waiting for a bride who never came ; —he would never forget that awful period when he stood there cold, Im passive, waiting for the arrival of Edith Mayse and her bridal attend ! ants. He stood alone there, young Peter Dick, uncertain, conscious of the curious eyes focussed upon him. Even his best man had been late. Then he was summoned to the ves try and the guests were dismissed. He could barely remember the feeling that be must be a tnarble statue to stand there In the vestry and listen to someone telling him that he had been Jilted—that Edith had eloped with the best man ! Well, Peter Dick Jones bad fought that down, down In the dust under his feet, until people began to say he never cared for Edith after all, for he had even dined with Edith Deyo and her husband. Only once, though, not that he cared any longer, for their action had killed his love and respect forever. But the hurt to his pride still clung. Well, there was no danger now, for lovely Sally Cray wag as desperately In love with him a* he was with her, and as neither of them had much money the wedding would be very simple—not even a best man. “I can carry my own wedding ring, thank you," decided Peter Dick. He felt for It now—there It was safe In his waistcoat pocket. He had ordered the wedding bouquet days ago—llllles of-the-valtey, which were to fall In a lovely shower down Sally's white satin dress. He glanced at his watch. The wed ding was at noon, and the hands pointed to eleven-thirty now. "Might as well start now," he thought, and adjusting h)s bouton niere be telephoned for a car he had ordered from a garage, and soon he was set down before the vestry door of the church. There was no one In the vestry but he did not wait, this wedding was to be a very simple af fair. Sally’s mother hud told him te go to the chVtrch and at a quarter to twelve to go to the chancel and wait there. Peter Dick walked In. his head high, conscious that people were moving Into the pews. He mounted the chan cel steps nnd stood there, handsome, pale, composed outwardly. Within he. was combating an old fear that aa sulled him now. Suppose Sully should fall him now? Henson told him that Sally’s love was as solid as Olbraltar Itself, yet, for a little while he stood there, staring at a faulHlar stained glass window—It was familiar Indeed— years ago he had stared at It for a full hour—now an organ played softly, and he heard the rustling of people coming and going. He could hear whispers and at last he looked through his eyelashes at -the people. The people! The people coming and going and there were several cleaning women moving about their work of dusting the pews. Except for them the church was empty. There was not even a (lower—yet—here was a familiar chancel and a familiar stained window—. Suddenly light broke upon Peter Dick Jones. This church was St. Paul’s. North, where he had watted so long for Edith —and he was to be married at noon to Sally Gray in St Paul’s. South, on the other side of the city. It was two minutes to twelve now! The cleaners looked a maxed at the bridegroom as he shot across to the vestry. They had about decided that the solitary figure was that of a bride groom rehearsing his part. Peter Dick Jammed on his hat and ran for a car tn a moment they were tearing across town to St. Paul’s South. They were three minutes late, when Peter Dick rushed Into the church, and went swiftly up to the aisle between rows of people, who watched him amusedly. "Peter Dick’s hurrying as If he feared that he might lose Sally." whis pered some one to Mrs. Edith Deyo. whose heart was in her eyes as she looked at iter lost lover. Somehow | women always kept a tender spot for Peter Dick Jones. Then the organ tones rose and rose, and there was Sally and her father, coming up, the aisle, valley lilties showering down the white satin of her dress, and her tender eyes nshine for him through the mist of her wedding veil. Disregarding all conventions, Peter Dick turned and held out eager hands for her. A little smile ran around among the guests, tenderly reminiscent of other wedding days, perhaps, and eager young lovers, Mr. Gray gave his daughter away, and stepped aside, Peter Dick fumbled for the ring, dropped It, and It was Sally whn olfKed-UJa.Jaiilyig 1* A NATIONWIDE I# 11 /NsrrruTtON- f ’ JCPenneyCq “where savings are greatest ■ 1 ’ 'i | BURLINGTON, N. G. 1 I _ - j j For the Thanksgiving Reunion„* For Christmas Gifts! Rogers* Silverware j An Exceptional Value! Beautiful Silver Anniversary Pattern In Silver 6 Fork/^^S 6 Knive* • Twipton ^ 6 Tubkipoou t Sugar Shall 1 Buttar Knifa 26 -Piece Set of Rogers’ Guaranteed Electro Silverplate Tableware ►$» ESc Extra if Ordered by Mail Made of highest quality nickel silver metal with heavy deposit of pure silver. Knives have quadruple silverplated handles with steel blades thaf will not stain or corrode. Spoons and Forks have reinforced plate where wear is greatest. The chaste lines and exquisite design will always be in good taste in every home and for every occasion. You know that it is barely possible to buy even the most ordinary kind of Tableware at this extraordinary low price. Buy Now for Thanksgiving! Buy Now for Christmas Gifts/ For Dependable Used Cars See A. K. WILLIAMSON Representative of C P K. MOTOR COMPANY Buick Dealers In Caswell County | - Ro<kPkmJ»Tail • j 'SfliL sack, N. J., in helping an air-mail pilot straighten away a plane for a night flight caught his hand in a strut and was taken aloft on the tail of the plane where he rode for 30 miles The pilot was unaware of the boy’* plight. him with tBTmosradorable smile. "The loveliest wedding I ever at tepded.” everyone said, when the happy bride and groom had started on the honeymoon. "The next time I get married.” Peter t Dick Jokes sometimes, bat Sally al- j ways touches his hand softly and he I never finishes that sentence Henry Gilbert Holt, of Rich ! mond. son of A. G. Holt, of Dan- j ville. entered Duke University | this year as a Freshman. He graduated from John Marshall high school of Richmond last year Forty cars of demonstration fed hogs have been shipped by farmers of Chowan county this year. Plans are underway now to increase these shipments next ye*1-- < <A. minute may mean the difference between making a train and ma king excuses for not making It! A BULOVA WATCH marks every minute to the minute on the minute! You’ll need make no excuses if you’ve a BULOVA! 4311—Bulota qtmBrr wfche Slled «« gwrfo«;lJK«JBUM»TA J2730 Wrist and PocketWatcbes $2,5 to $2,500 BROWN JEWELRY DanvilTe, Va. I _ Mrs. J. H. Buck, of Almond, is now visiting her mother, Mrs. Lelia Williamson, at Locust Hill, prior to moving to their new* home in Alabama.
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