lURSDAY, FEB. 13, 1936
PAGE FIVE
THE FRANKLIN PRESS AND THE HIGHLANDS MACONIAN
Llshbel-T^oss
fACTS
NINTH INSTALLMENT
,’ve been wondering about you
morning, J«nny. 1 came back
your door last night, but your
eroom was quiet and the hghts
e on. I thought everything must
all right,’ said Angela.
Perhaps it is,” said Jenny,
aky. “I don’t know. Peters
wary
boat
voice
there
Jenny darling, do sit down and
ik some tea with me. Have you
I your breakfast yet?” Angela
a the bell «£or her stewardess.
Breakfast?” repeated Jenny, aim-
sly.
Yes, breakfast. You look ex
isted. Did you sleep at all?
All night, like a dog. I think i
St have fainted when I found
ter wasn’t there. I scarcely re-
mber the night at all. Wouldn
be funny, Angela, if I never saw
n again?” .
‘Don’t talk rot. You re shivering,
irow that dressing-gown over
ur shoulders.”
‘Jenny darling” said Angela,
inging swiftly to the point
,ve some bad news, for you.
Jenny rttracted her head,
r the 'coming of a blow.
“Yiowr husband’s left the
th Mrs. Langford.”
“Peter—oh no!” Jenny’s
as. a cry of pain. “Angela,
en’t any doubt in your mind.
“Mr. Charlton thinks they caught
boat to Singapore yesterday.”
“While we were watching the
)olish dancers! But his things
DW did he get them off?”
“He came back and packed, anc
e and Mrs. Langford got a steward
) take off their bags.”
J'enny was staring at the ^floor.
You know I’m not his wife.
Angela accepted her announce-
lent with no change of expression
“In fact, I left my husband and
our-mo,nths-old baby to run away
?ith Peter.”
“Your baby? Oh, Jenny darling
Angela’s voice halted in ^iiQ-
tream. So this was the story. She
ooked pityingly at the girl on the
)ed. “You must have loved him
rery much.”
‘.‘I did. I do. But, you see one
nust pay for a thing like that ^
’’How long have you been with
nim altogether?”
“About ten weeks. Such a little
time. I thought it would last for
years. I thought it would last for
ever. But ten weeks! Funny, isn t
it? iM’m repeating history. My
mother did exactly the same thing
when I was a little girl.
,,‘But didn’t you feel that any
thing was wrong, Jenny?”
“I saw him go into her state
room the other day, but 1 closed
my eyes to reality. I couldn’t be
lieve it. There was no change in
his manner.”
She lapsed into- -silence again.
Angela could see her fingers twist
ing and untwisting, and the flow of
thoughts over her face.
“Angela, I want to be left to my
self,” said Jenny, suddenly.
“Of course, my dear child, but i
shall come back, and if there is any
thing I can do—■” she bent down
and kissed her forehead.
“You’re very kind. There’s noth
ing that, anybody can do.”
Angela went upstairs, to find that
the boat was seething with gossip.
She decided to go down to Jenny s
suite again and see if she were
asleep. No, she was lying exactly as
she had left her. When the door
opened she threw an eager glance
toward it, but her face clouded as
soon as she saw that it was only
Angela.
“Jenny, are you all right?
“Yes.” She spoke in the' faded
voice" of the very ill.
‘IHave you slept?”
Smiling feebly, she shook her
head.
‘,‘A storm is coming up, a real
China Sea storm. I hope you don’t
get seasick.”
“Never.”
“It should lull us all to sleep to
night.”
“Yes?” Jenny’s glance was faintly
. questioning.
“Won’t you have some tea with
•me ? Let’s have it here. You haven’t
bad luncheon.”
“If you don’t mind, Angela. I
•want just to be let alone. I’m rath
er tired. I think I shall sleep. ■
“You’ll send for me if there is
anything I can do, won’t you?”
“Rather!” She smiled pitciously at
Angela—a lost face, drowning in its
own bewilderment.
The last trace of Peter’s oc
cupancy—a few odds and ends of
paper—had disappeared. A wh^ite
and blue envelope lay on the table.
It was a message from him. Ihe
letters danced before her eyes
foolish, jumbled letters, all capitals
and no punctuation. It had come in
dots and dashes direct from her
lover on his way to Singapore.
On my way to Singapore.
Writing at once to explain
everything and arrange financial
matters.
Jenny looked in the flow(?red bag
that had gone with her to the wats
of Bangkok. Opening her purse,
she found that she had-five pounds
ten shillings in the woTld.
Pattering down the adjoining
alley, the steward, too old for any
duty at sea but that of night watch
man, arrived at Jenny’s stateroOT,
which was next to Macduff’s. He
saw a ribbon of light under her
door and assumed that she was still
awake. He knocked and a faint
voice^ answered, “Come in.
“Sorry to disturb you, madam. I
have orders to close the deadlight.
Captain’s orders, madam.”
“Leave it as it'is now, steward,”
she said. “I shall ring for you later.
My head is splitting and 1 must
have air.”
Harry stood at the door, wonder
ing what he should do, “It’s cap
tain’s orders, madam,” he repeated
‘It’s a bad night and the water will
=^BARBARA DALY
come in.
Jenny’s voice was imperative;
'Leave it to me. I shall ring m a
little while.” .
The old man went grunting ott.
He had plenty of others to attend
to and he suppo'sed the lady knew’
what she was about. Senseless of
her, though. He shuffled down the
next alley; no doubt she would
ring. Soon he had forgotten her
existence. .
The storm was now at its peak.
Jenny could see the green-black
mountains racing past with squirm
ing foam-crest. In 'her ears were
thundering cries of anguish the
requiem of the sea. She dashed
across the cabin and slapped her
hands in aimless frenzy agomst the
partel “He couldn’t, he couldn t, he
couldn’t!” she screamed, but her
voice was a whisper in the miad
crescendo of the gale. She covered
her eyes with her arm. She must be
^oing mad. But the water would
wash the fever from her brain,
would lap her in peace and security.
She reached the porthole, was
standing below it, She stretched up
her arms and the tips of her fingers,
touched the rim,, finding it cold and
wet Her ears were filled with the
roar of the sea. Nothing must stop
her now. At lagt she worked her
slender shoulders through the rim
of the porthole. Turning her head,
she saw that the deadlights must
all be down, for the ship was ^ as
dark as a whale. She was working
with frenzy now, pushing her ^im
body farther and farther out. ihe
waves dashed into her face, stinging
her to a sharp knowledge that she
was close to death, beyond aid and
love. Her only fear was that they
might push her back. She dreaded
the moment of quiet, the lull be
tween the waves, when her thoughts
washed back to the life she was
leaving. One arm reached into the
night and the water raced through
her fingers. It was black and icy-
cold, The water was a void from
which one plunged into light.
Slowly she wormed her way
through the black circle her
breasts, and now her waist. If only
her hips would slip through the
porthole! Jenny’s head swooped
down toward the water, A thousand
echoes thundered in her ears and
her thoughts were splintered to
fragments. Her baby would'-never
know her—better that she would
die. Peter would never love her—
better that she should. . .
With one last tug she pulled her
self clear. There was a tiny splash.
A huge wave roared a'ong the side
of the ship fnd, finding an open
porthole, rushed in. Two peach
slippers rode like boats for a split
second and then, as the water
eddied with the lurching of the
Marenia, were stranded limply in a
oorner, Macduff, restless in the ad
joining cabin, heard a metallic click,
during a moment’s lull, the crash of
a slipper heel against the partition.
+ *
Angela found a letter from Lovat
waiting for her at Peking,
My dear Angela (he wrote);
Many things have happened since
you left, and I’m afraid I’m going
to hurt you a great deal with what
I have to say. You must have real
ized for ages that things could not
continue the way they have been
between us, 1 had an idea, when
you started off on this trip, that the
situation might right itself, but I’ve
fallen in love, and not a passing
fancy this time,
I shall furnish evidence when you
return, if you feel you want to di
vorce me, Angela, and of course,
1 shall make it all as easy as pos
sible, I want you to believe that
our love, while it lasted, was some
thing separate, apart and wonder
ful ; that I have never known a wo
man I admire as much as you. But
I’m afraid I should continue to hurt
you, and things would only get
worse, as you must realize, I could
not bear your reproachful eyes at
Cairo, although you said so little.
Wouldn’t it be better if we went
our separate ways? I have already
left your home and am living at my
club, Jock' is with me, but I shall
return him as soo.n as you get back.
Forgive me, Angela, and I hope we
shall always be the best of friends.
Yours,
Lovat.
p, s_— Would you please g-et me
a very fine jade bracelet in Chica?
The Kitten wants one.
There seems to be nothing the
young bride can’t do nowalays
and still keep within the tenets of
good taste laid down by Mrs,
Grundy, She can be married in
pink. She can march to the altar
decked in diaphanous green. She
can be unconventional in white cot
ton, And she can go completely
modern in a wedding dress of sheer
est wool. No longer is ivory brocade
an edict which the well-dressed
bride must follow. It is her privilege
and duty to be beautifully gowned.
The bars have been lifted.
Whether you would set back the
clock, if you had it to do over again
and veer away from an ivory wed
ding gown, is beside the point right
now. The interesting factor in this
revolutionary trend in fabrics, is
that cotton can be so lovely and
wool so sheer that it can be draped
to fit the majesty O'f a wedding
gown.
Ylou have b©en loffered tra,nspa.rcnt
wrappings and transparent sippers
for imbibing soft drinks. One of the
newer members of the ubiquitous
clan that looks like glass and is as
light as air, is a line of doilies and
runner sets that are made of fish
net fabric of slit cellulose. The run
ners are obligingly washable and
lend a smart note to any table set
ting.
Does the factory threaten to usurp
kitchen rites? A practical study
comparison was made of oommer-
new and high fashion for Spring
suits, dresses and sweaters. Fabric
industries have been working top
speed to bring you new colors
in light-weight fabrics and yarns.
CaW to wear with' tweed: soft
leaf green, brown, Oxford mixtures
and beige, A black suit or skirt is
set off to advantage with the pas
tels, dust pink. Blue Bonnet Blue
and’ corn yellow. Grey which Paris
predicts as a strong fashion note, is
strictly a Leap Year style when it
is combined with the popular new
shade of rust.
Friday, or any fish night, try Sal
mon Soiiffle; Combine V/2 cups
flaked, canned salmon, 6 crumbled
soda crackers, 2 cups of hot milk,
1 finely minced onion, 2 egg yolks
and Y2 teaspoon of salt. Mix all to
gether lightly and fold in 2 egg
whites whipped stiff. Pile into an
oiled casserole, and bake 40 minutes
in a slow oven at 325 degrees F.
A place fior everything and every
thing in place is a fine household
maxim, but how many of us live up
to it. Two dollars and a tour of
your favorite houseware stores,
will, 1 guarantee, provide at least
four extra cubic feet of kitchen
space. Items I have purchased
you may find others more suitable
to your need: lone dozen wire-
spring cup holders'; one metal radia
tor cover (20 cents); two woollen
cutlery boxes; one knife and gadget
wall rack; one unpainted corner
daTTepared food mixtures, gin- shelf; one tnesh fruit basket; on«
The letter dropped from Angela’s
hand and she started after it as it
fell. She had feared it all along.
Of course, she would let him have
his divorce, though it would be
beastly—all of it! The tears went
sliding down Angela’s cheeks. She
had not thought that he would sHp
completely out of her life as soon
as she turned her back. There
would be no use opposing him now
and why try to hold him when he
had already passed from her life?
She took out her writing things
and sat down to reply to his letter.
Darling Lovat:
I waited and waited for a letter
and then when I got to Peking I
learned that there wasn’t anything
more to look forward to. Of course
you shall have your divorce,
shouldn’t dream of standing in your
way. Make any arrangements you
like and as soon as I get back
shall talk things over with you,^
hope you’re sure you love the girl
Lovat. I’m going out to look for
the bracelet tonight. It will be my
wedding gift to your new bride, and
I ho'pe you will both be happy. I
blame myself for marrying you
ever; but 1 love you still, and al
ways shall. I’m afraid.
Angela.
Macduff might go with her^ on
her quest. He would have no idea
that she was buying a gift for her
successor, and was certainly ob
tuse enough not to know that she
was hurt, Angela changed into her
gayest gown, like Jenny with her
flowered frock at Bangkok, At last
she went down to the lounge and
found Macduff with whiskey be
fore him.
I’m going on an expedition to
night, Macduff, and I’d like you to
come with me.”
“Where?”
'“I’ve been commissioned to buy a
jade bracelet,” she exclaimed,
lightly. “I want to find the love
liest one in China. W^e’ll scour the
city until we get it.”
“It sounds like a foolish idea to
me but I shall come.”
“Cki'od! I can always depend on
you.”
(Ccwitintued Next Week)
gerbread, muffins, biscuits, chocolate
pudding and gelatin, with the home
made products. Time value was
rated at 30 cents an hour. In no
instance did the commercial product
exceed in price, the homemade, by
more than eleven cents. Ease of
preparation was in favor of the
ready-to-mix. Texture and palata-
bility received comparable rating
and in some instances, the commer
cial rated higher than the home
made product.
Looking ahead to Spring and
Summer you can be selecting the
material and colors that will be in salmon
metal vegetable bin.
OW King Salmon has marched
steadily to top place in the nutrition
calendar. Nutritionists Ln charge of
Relief menus in all parts of the
world reciO¥;nize the meat of salmon
as one of the finest food sources of
protein, the tissue-builder, fat that
is easly digested and sparkling with
valuable vitamins. A, The mucous
membrane protector, and D, the
.sunshine vitamin. While equally
imi)ortant are the minerals, cal
cium, phosphorous and iodine,
which are to be found abiindantly
CARD OF THANKS
We wish to thank our friends and
neighbors for their kindness and
sympathy during the illness and 1
death of our wife and mother, Mrs.
A C. Chastain,
A, C, CHASTAIN AND FAMILY
(Adv.—Itp)
BARGAIN DAYS
Frankly we are overstocked with neW seasonable merchandise
which we offer to you at unbelievably reduced prices.
These Bargains Speak for Themselves
Silk Dresses in all colors, sizes and styles
Ladies’ $2.95 Silk Dresses
reduced to _
Ladies’ $4.95 Silk Dresses $2*^3
reduced to _
Ladies’ $6.95 Silk Dresses
reduced to ;■ * . qc
Ladies’ Wool Knitted Prints $0.95 and
and Boucle Suits reduced to ..
Men’s $L00 Overalls
reduced to ,
40 Inches Wide 80 x 80 sq. Sheeting |^Qc yd.
reduced to ,
15c Yard Wide Prints 0*^ y^*
reduced to ,
25c Yard Wide, Fast Color, 1 Y"-
80 X 80 sq. Prints
Ladies’ Oxfords o9^
reduced to
Ladies’ $2.95 Oxfords and- Dress Slippers m
Brown, Black, White and Blue in high $^.95 pr.
and medium heels reduced to 90
Men’s $L98 Work Shoes
reduced to cq
Men’s $L98 Dress Oxfords 5>J.by
reduced to -
Men’s $2.95 Dress Oxfords
reduced to
All Men’s and Boys’ Boots greatly reduced.
•A complete line of Men’s Suits in all new colors and styles
from $6.95 up. Also a full Ime of Boys Suits $2.95 up.
We have just received another shipment of new Spring Coats
and Suits in all the newest colors and styles, including
^Thes'rare just a few of the bargains. Lack of space P’^eyents
our mentioning all of them. You must come m and see these
bargains for yourself.
Don Miss Barrair Doys
POLLY’S
“SELLS FOR LESS”